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25 Feb

Cincy2013I’m super lucky to have some fabulous friends. This weekend I drove to Cincinnati to meet Nora for a mini weekend getaway. We got a room close to the University and vegged out and had girly time. We ate a lot of junk and laughed a ton.

Sometimes a girl’s just gotta get away.

And in keeping with my theme of bursting into uncannily appropriate song lyrics depending on what was just mentioned in conversation over the weekend…here’s some Lenny for ya.

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Lenny Kravitz – Fly Away

I wish that I could fly
Into the sky
So very high
Just like a dragonfly

I’d fly above the trees
Over the seas in all degrees
To anywhere I please

Oh I want to get away
I want to fly away
Yeah yeah yeah

Oh I want to get away
I want to fly away
Yeah yeah yeah

Let’s go and see the stars
The milky way or even Mars
Where it could just be ours

Let’s fade into the sun
Let your spirit fly
Where we are one
Just for a little fun
Oh oh oh yeah !

I want to get away
I want to fly away
Yeah yeah yeah


19 Jun

What are those nuts called that are shaped like kidneys? I like those. And peanuts. Peanuts are my favorite. Almonds I will tolerate but they don’t really do it for me. I just ate this and it was good. I had a turkey sandwich, baked Lays and an apple for lunch. Exciting noms no?

Stuff is happenin’ around here. Tomorrow I’m moving into a new office space that is a vast improvement aesthetically over my current digs. I’ll be able to see the state capital building and half of town from my window. I am slightly worried that the Zone Out Factor will be high in the new place though. My Zone Out Factor is high enough already but with an actual view, well, this could be trouble. I’m willing to chance it however.

I’m having some scary oral surgery on Thursday. All things dentists, oral surgery and messing with my teeth related are scary to me. I have the option to be knocked out completely during the procedure or just get the gas. I asked if they could prescribe Valium if I opted for the gas but then I decided, dude, you are NOT a good dental patient, get yo’self knocked out! So that is what I am going to do. Some things you just don’t want to remember right? The surgery is a weird tissue grafting thing. I have some bad gum recession in the lower front portion of my mouth so they are going to take some tissue from my inner cheek and graft it onto my gums and somehow attach it. Ugh. I don’t even want to know what they are going to do. Thus the blessed anesthesia. Wish me luck. And send drugs.

I’m going to see the jewel that is Norah Jones in concert this weekend and I’m super pumped. She reminds me of Audrey Tautou. Such adorable pixies they are. But Norah’s voice…it washes over you like chocolate syrup in the summertime I swear. Its going to be quite dreamy I just know it.

The Accountant and I will celebrate 13 years of wedded bliss on the 26th. Did you hear me people? THIRTEEN YEARS!!! How did this happen? When did this happen? Who cares, I’m just glad it did! I’m gonna give him a big ol’ smooch for putting up with me for that long. Actually, longer since we dated for over three years before taking the official plunge into the pool of matrimony. I can’t quite wrap my head around it but a couple of thoughts come to the surface. One, I am freakin’ OLD. Two, I am immensely lucky. I will lavish more praise and adoration on the hubs next week so stay tuned for more mush gush. Gack! Get a room.

The Offspring has decided that she wants a car for her birthday. To drive. Around town. On the streets. She will be four. Can you outsource parenting because I may need this option soon. She also wants to be a pony when she grows up. Direct quote.

I had one of my infamous stranger than strange dreams last night. A bunch of friends from high school and I decided to go to the beach. There was an island not far away that you could fly to so we decided to take a day trip. I over packed. Like, a lot. I threw every item in my suitcase all over the floor of the house/airport and they got all mixed up with the owner of the house/airport’s clothes and we were running late for our flight so I was trying to sort clothing and repack my suitcase. I was frantic and my friends were exasperated. We missed the flight. Then there were all kinds of subplots and romantic triangles and trapezoids. Just to spice things up. I miss those kids.

Speaking of, my bestie texted me today while in the hair salon to tell me that she thought of me and was getting her hair chopped off and red highlights put in. I was so proud! What an influence I have right? Pshaw. Whatever I can do to improve the hairdos of the world folks, I’m here for you.

The End.

current musical influences

10 Mar

Thanks to a friend for sending me a CD of The Laurie Berkner Band. Mom and daughter both love it! Kiddo is currently in love with this song in particular. I’ll look at her, wiggle my fingers and say “I’m gonna get you, you better run” and she giggles, takes off running through the house laughing her head off while I chase her and sing-song “I’m gonna get you, here I come”!

And I am pretty sure she has a toddler crush on Twist from The Fresh Beat Band. She’ll say “Beat Band” and point to the tv and make sure I know that “that Twist”. The best part, she does the “Great Day” dance complete with the hip-hop-crossing-of-the-arms-assume-cool-stance move at the end. Cracks me up. One day I’ll capture that on video to embarrass her with later.

Photo from here.

sometimes it just rains, even in Lake Wobegon

12 Apr

This post is brought to you by a Bible verse from Matthew, Garrison Keillor and my dad.

Matthew 5:45 …for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust…

A friend asked me to blog about a passage from Matthew that popped out at me and the above portion of verse 45, chapter 5 wins. Why? Because it reminds me of my dad. I can’t read or hear this verse without hearing my dad finish it off with “and sometimes, it just rains”. Can I get in trouble for being amused? Surely not. God has a sense of humor I think. I mean, he created toddlers right? Toddlers who try to bite their daddy’s toes when no one is looking. But I digress.

I understand the context; to love, bless, do good and pray for all people, not just your friends and/or fellow Christians. Valuable, if not a very difficult lesson to apply. For me anyway. It goes against human nature, against MY nature for certain. A struggle no doubt, but one made less insoluble by remembering that “sometimes, it just rains”. Thanks Dad.

Speaking of my dear dad…Saturday he cashed in his Christmas gift and I accompanied him to The Ryman for a live broadcast performance of A Prairie Home Companion. The man, Garrison Keillor in the flesh. I went as the chauffer on a daddy/daughter date, and came out truly enamored with Keillor, his monologue and his guests.

I remember when I lived at home, the radio being tuned in to static filled broadcasts of PHC. I wasn’t exactly a fan since it seemed much of the humor went right over my head and I wasn’t patient enough to sit and just listen. Ok, I’ll just go head and call it, in those days I thought it was boring. Yet, even then, Keillor’s voice was soothing and lovely and all kinds of melodic. And dad has loved it as long as I can remember. When Keillor was here a few years ago speaking at the Southern Festival of Books, we were there listening and then standing in line for ages at the book signing to get GK’s autograph. So when I saw that PHC would be in town, it was the perfect-made-for-my-father gift. 

I’m not really all that into music. Simply meaning that I don’t seek out new artists or genres. I enjoy them if I happen across them but it’s not my passion. However, I was quite thrilled to be exposed to new-to-me artists, The Dave Rawlings Machine. Gillian Welch performed with them and even a non-musical girl like myself knows who she is. I was a toe-tappin’, hand clappin’, shoulder swayin’ gal, lemme tell you.

Hey Dad, the broadcast that we attended can be listened to here. And yes, I am more than excited to make this a yearly event! I’m gonna be A Prairie Home Companion groupie y’all! And proud of it. 🙂

Oh, and for those of you wondering, yes, I was practically the youngest person there. I like to think so anyway.

me again, being all deep & stuff

3 Mar

Sometimes I think the Universe is playing a sick joke on me. Either that, or there’s been an epic mistake. That I wasn’t meant to be this person, with this life. That somehow, there’s been a terrible mix-up and I’m someone else who is trapped in this body, this place in time, at this spot on the map.

I don’t know that I was meant to be a mother. It doesn’t come naturally for me and I wonder what on earth I’m doing pretending at it. I’m not stupid enough to assume that I’m the only one who struggles with motherhood, that its easy-peasy for others and just not for me. I know that’s not true. And yet, I wonder if other moms think the same kind of thoughts I do. The what-ifs and the whys and the what-the-hells.

I know for certain that I wasn’t meant to do this job. Or maybe I was at one time but not now. No longer. I’m just biding my time at this desk. But I’m tired of going on about that seemingly hopeless predicament. So very tired of all of it.

I also know that words are just words, its the intent behind them that’s the important thing. And yet, I can’t apologize for how I feel, even if it doesn’t make sense to someone else. It makes sense to me. But I understand that some things that are crystal clear and obvious to me may be completely cloudy and obscure to someone else. Its all in our perspective, our frame of reference. Mine just happens to be that of woman and mom, conflicted as I may be. Thats just the way it is I guess.

People have all sorts of things going on in their lives that even those closest to them don’t realize and couldn’t understand. We all live partitioned lives of some sort and certain people are allowed into certain partitions but not others. (How’s that for analogy/metaphor/whatever?) But you know what I mean? I think everyone is full of surprises like this, both good and bad. We all have the proverbial baggage, some have secrets, some have demons. How we deal with them is the mystery.

I’m obviously in some sort of weird funk, not that you could tell. I’m wearing out the journal lately and wow if it won’t make for some interesting reading for someone someday. Unless I burn it first, which would be the wise thing to do I must say.

I love Dido. I think she’s beautiful, as are her songs and voice. This one is on repeat in my car lately. It either makes me smile ruefully or cry silently. And the very end of the video cracks me up. A nice jolt from the melancholy.

“Life For Rent”

I haven’t ever really found a place that I call home
I never stick around quite long enough to make it
I apologize once again I’m not in love
But it’s not as if I mind
that your heart ain’t exactly breaking

It’s just a thought, only a thought

But if my life is for rent and I don’t learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine

I’ve always thought
that I would love to live by the sea
To travel the world alone
and live more simply
I have no idea what’s happened to that dream
Cos there’s really nothing left here to stop me

It’s just a thought, only a thought

But if my life is for rent and I don’t learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine

If my life is for rent and I don’t learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine

While my heart is a shield and I won’t let it down
While I am so afraid to fail so I won’t even try
Well how can I say I’m alive

If my life is for rent and I don’t learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine

If my life is for rent and I don’t learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine
Cos nothing I have is truly mine
Cos nothing I have is truly mine
Cos nothing I have is truly mine

kid videos to fill the space

10 Feb

So once again I find myself behind. I had the best of intentions of posting about my super good weekend and yet, do you see a post like that? No. And it’s not gonna happen now either because the pics that go along with the post are elsewhere. So, again I say, “I’ll do that later”.

But for now, here are a couple of videos of Sam. Both at the doctor’s office. Doing what you do in a doctor’s office…waiting for the doctor. And trying to keep yourself and your toddler entertained.

Enjoy! Oh, I’m off to see John Mayer tonight…Don’t wait up.

Fidgety Gidget…

The Coat Trick…

what i would’ve given to have seen this…

18 Dec

Rumor on the streets is that my mother (Maw Finn, you might know her, she comments here sometimes) performed some kick-butt karaoke this morning at a middle school talent show.

Its official. I live in BizarroWorld. And that’s cool with me.

Love you mom. You crazy lady.

Go here to read about the show. Thanks ‘Coma.

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