Archive | February 19, 2007

I’ll Also Hand Over My Procreation Skills.

By on February 19, 2007 in The Unexplainable

I’ve thought long and hard on it for two days now, and I’ve got NUTHIN’. 

We are a mere 48 hours away from the start of Lent, and I have NO idea what to give up.  Lent is something I really take very seriously, and have only broken twice:

  • Delle and I gave up carbs one year, but then were tempted with Miss Jo’s poundcake.  We shoveled it in WITH OUR HANDS.  Needless to say, we had to serve penance that year.
  • I had an Oreo two days into Lent last year, when I had given up chocolate.  Why?  Because it never occurred to me that Oreos are INDEED made of chocolate.

So this year, I’ve decided that I am going to open up to my readers.  That’s right: this year, YOU get to choose what I’m giving up for Lent.  You’ve got it, folks; I’m handing over my relationship to God for your benefit! (I kid.  Sort of.)

Here’s the rules:

  1. It must begin with the letter “c”.  I don’t know why, but it just DOES.
  2. I’ve already given up: carbs, caffeine, chocolate, and crabbiness.  So it can’t be any of those.
  3. Steph suggests I consider the Presbyterian approach to Lent, and take on something instead of giving something up, ex. Charity – I could give 5% of my montly earnings to charity.

And that’s it!  Lemme know!

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They Tried to Switch to Boston.

By on February 19, 2007 in Uncategorized

Okay, I SWORE I would not bitch about my skin again today cause damn that’s getting old, but I had to say: I didn’t hesitate to come to work today, because my skin has now calmed down to resembling a second-degree sunburn versus a glycolic skin-peel, but it still flares up from time to time.  And I got caught doing something that only sunburn (or chemical burn) victims would sympathize with: holding my metal stapler up to my cheeks, cause it was oh-so-cold.  I’m sure I looked like a freak who loves her Swingline a bit too much.

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I’ll Start My Retirement Tour Soon.

By on February 19, 2007 in The Diva

Y’all, something this silly should not make me so elated.

But I’ve been hysterical since it was pointed out to me.

The Valley Planet always releases the top (insert nouns here) for (the past year).  And guess who had votes submitted for Top Female Vocalist?!

MOI, that’s who!!

And what makes this victory even better is that I totally didn’t nominate myself.

This year.

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Waxing Lyrical

By on February 19, 2007 in The Blushing Bride

I don’t have much time to write today, so instead, I’m going to share with you what has been running through my brain for the last weekend. (Don’t worry; it won’t take long.)

After my post about seeing “The Last Kiss”, Jess did me a GINORMOUS favor and burned me a copy of the soundtrack.  It’s an above-average disc, in no way as amazing as “Garden State”, but I kept it on in my car and it didn’t bother me.

The last song, however, has been on repeat since I first heard it.

I’ve been a Joshua Radin fan for a few months now, since I ran across his MySpace profile.  “Winter” was on my profile for a very long time.  His style is reminiscent of Simon & Garfunkel, with is soft accoustic stylings and intricate harmonies.

But this one song.. oh, it makes me grin.

I wrote songs at one point in my life, but I stopped because I could not create a song that evoked raw emotion.  I could write cleverly, I could make good pictures with words, but this.. this song is what I was trying to write and could never succeed. 

This song makes me feel like I’m 16 again, and completely infatuated with someone.  And it also makes me realize that I feel that way, now, with my husband.

This song features Schuyer Fisk, who has a very soft, simple tone to her voice.. and I desperately want to find a guitarist who will record this with me.  Here are the lyrics:

“Paperweight”

Been up all night, staring at you
wondering what’s on your mind.
i’ve been this way with so many before
but this feels like the first time.
you want the sunrise to go back to bed,
i want to make you laugh..
mess up my bed with me.
kick off the covers; i’m waiting.
every word you say 
i think i should write down.
don’t want to forget, come daylight.
 
happy to lay here,
just happy to be here,
i’m happy to know you.
play me a song,
your newest one.
please leave your taste on my tongue.
paperweight, on my back,
cover me like a blanket.
mess up my bed with me.
kick off the covers; i’m waiting.
every word you say
i think i should write down.
don’t want to forget, come daylight.

and no need to worry;
that’s wastin’ time.
and no need to wonder
what’s been on my mind.
it’s you.
it’s you.
it’s you.

every word you say
i think i should write down.
don’t want to forget, come daylight.
and i give up,
i let you win.
you win, cause i’m not counting.

you made it back
to sleep again.
wonder what you’re dreaming.

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