Boo!

It looks like Halloween out. Very cool. I'm wearing my "Wicked" socks. They make me happy.

In fact, it's so much like Halloween out, that Dorothy just walked past my window. Side note - I have an obsession with The Wizard of Oz. I just LOVE it. I remember being a kid and watching it every year it came on.

This is a haunted house...allegedly. I don't know where it is; just found the picture and decided to post it in the spirit of the day.

Bugs

There's a Praying Mantis on my window at work. He's gray, although I thought they were supposed to be green. Do they change colors like lizards, I wonder? Oops, he just fell off my window. So much for that distraction...

A Lullaby (of sorts)

May you dream you are dreaming, in a warm soft bed
And may the voices inside you that fill you with dread
Make the sound of thousands of angels instead
Tonight where you might be laying your head

But darling, I wish you well
On your way to the wishing well
Swinging off of those gates of hell
But I can tell how hard you're trying
Just have that secret hope
Sometimes all I do is cope
Somewhere on the steepest slope
there'll be an endless rope
And nobody crying.
"Nobody's Crying" Patty Griffin


I'm down, and the weather isn't helping. I had a sad dream the other night, and I can't shake it. I think it's funny (yeah, a riot) that even if you can make your waking mind forget, your unconscious is always ready to bring everything back to the surface. Great, just great.

Blah. I would like some sun please. And some chocolate.

I found the song from Grey's Anatomy where Callie is dancing - with what could only be described as abandon - around in her room. The song is "The Mating Game" by Bitter:Sweet. I’m going home, putting on some boycut briefs, sunglasses and a t-shirt, and I’m going to DANCE. I hope I look half as hot as she did.

I've said it once and I'll say it again (apparently)...

The place I work is where love, and staplers, go to die.

Patty and I's Thoughts

So I saw Patty Griffin in concert for the first time this weekend at the American Folk Festival. It will not be the last time. I will make an effort to see her whenever she plays here in Nashville. I've been listening to some of her music today, and I'll say like I always do that I hope she's not as sad as the songs she writes. Although, I don't think she is. She seemed pretty happy on stage - comfortable in her skin. I'm sure writing is her outlet to keep her from going mad.

So, anyway, I've been doing A LOT A LOT A LOT of thinking since I saw her the other night. Something about the way she talks about saying goodbye makes it seem like maybe it can be a beautiful thing to let go - bittersweet instead of just bitter. That's never a theory I've subscribed to. I always fight the ends of things, but listening to her I wonder if maybe there's another way to do it, one that doesn't involve as much drama and pain and confusion. In fact, she has a song called "Goodbye" that says, "I wonder if there was some better way to say goodbye." I wonder that too.

More wisdom from Patty:
So you let time forgive the past and go and make some other plans.
"Not Alone"

Blah

I've started composing about 7 posts, and then for various reasons - too boring, too honest, too strange, too whatever - I've deleted them all. So instead you get a post about my creative process. I'm indecisive today, apparently. All flip-floppy and scattered. Not sure what that's about, but I do not like it.

WAAAHHH!

My foster dog was adopted. It was so embarrassing when they told me; I burst into tears. I didn't get to tell her goodbye. Poo.

Love, Pain and the Whole Crazy Thing

So I just read that Keith Urban has checked himself into rehab. Big deal. Hope he gets better, but it's really of no consequence to me. In the article, it said that because of this he wouldn't be doing a promotional tour for his new album "Love, Pain and the Whole Crazy Thing."

I love that title. I spend a lot of time in awe and wonderment about how strange life can be. And there it is in his album title, life defined in 7 words. It's not particularly detailed. Not eloquent. Just true. Something about the title, knowing that other people are just as mystified and derailed by it, makes me happy.

What else makes me happy?
The Americana Folk Festival.
A cabin.
The Avett Brothers.
Patty Griffin.
Mindy Smith.
Sunny weather.
Sweaters to ward off the chill.
Intimately knowing love, pain and the whole crazy thing and STILL letting yourself be a part of it.

A Frightening (and most likely disturbing) Glimpse Into My Mind

Bath Time Thoughts:
I have long hair, and I shed. A lot. (As an aside, I hate hair that is no longer attached to the place it should be. There is nothing grosser, and yes, this includes my own hair, not just others.) I live in an old house with old pipes. Therefore, unless I want to buy Drano by the truckload, I collect my hair and plaster it to the tile wall to wait there until I can get out of the shower and clean it up. I typically get a square of toilet paper and wipe the tile, picking up the stray hair. I've noticed lately, that when I do that - crumple up the square of paper and see the hair hanging down from the paper - it looks like a jellyfish. It's kind of like a Rorschach test with hair.

I was noticing the other day that I could make a fruit salad out of all the various shampoos, conditioners, gels, lotions, etc...in my shower. I have citrus basil, icy pineapple, coconut lime and apricot. Pretty funny.

Final bath confession - when I was in the shower tonight, washing my face, I somehow managed to jam my finger up my nose. It was not pleasant and now I am left with a little cut on my nostril. How do I do these things?

Latest Running Away Fantasy

I'd like to drive cross country.

Why Nashville Rocks...

Because sometimes on your way home from work, you get stopped in traffic because they're shooting a music video on the side of 8th Avenue. Pretty cool.

Disillusionment

Don't you hate when you think something's going to be easy-peasy and it turns out to be so much harder and more complicated than you thought it would? Sigh...this day has been crappy. I need a do-over.

Wouldn't it be great...

...if when you sneezed, it made your headache go away? Doesn't it seem like it should? You know, you relieve pressure by sneezing and voila! your head feels better. I'm pretty sure that's how it should work.

The Pinnacle of Cuteness

When Bella sleeps on her side, the back leg she's laying on raises up and down in the air. It's so funny.

S.A.T.U.R.D.A.Y. Night

I'm at home tonight bonding with my new foster pup. Her name is Arrabella (Bella) and she's a Miniature Pincher, Rat Terrier mix. She's the sweetest thing on the planet, and she has the funniest pointy bat ears. If I had a digital camera, I would put a picture here, but alas, I am not that technologically advanced.

Time to watch some movies with my pup. Too bad I don't have any Lassie or...that other movie about the 2 dogs and the cat that travel across the country to get back home...what was that called? The Incredible Story? The Neverending Story? I can't remember...

Grrrrr

I can be such a social retard.

I've had such a good few months being the social butterfly, and then last night, for no apparent reason, I turn into the girl who sits in the back of the class and eats her hair.

Maybe I'm your leap of faith 'cause you're my amazing grace

"Edge of Love" Mindy Smith

Postscript 10/12 - People, go buy this CD. It was my first birthday present (Thanks LB! Love it! Love you!), and I'm totally enamored by it. It's so beautiful. I was thinking about typing out my favorite songs for people to sample on iTunes, but I think I might end up typing the whole track list. But, here goes - Out Loud, Edge of Love, Please Stay, You Just Forgot, Out of Control. That's good for now and yes, if you listen to them there is a theme, but whatever. Don't you judge me!

Holy Toast

For those of you who know of my love of all things religiously iconic, here's The Holy Toast Bread Stamper. This is funny. I want it.

I also found a Jesus figurine that operates like a magic 8 ball. Sample phrases are: "ask my dad" and "sinner." Blasphemous? Maybe. Really, really funny? Definitely.

Observations

1. Clean hair doesn't just happen. Apparently, you actually have to turn off your alarm clock, get up and wash your hair if you want it to be clean.

2. Tonight was my first Baja Burrito experience, and it rocked. I want to go back again tomorrow. Yummo.

3. Technology rocks. My current favorite thing is abc.com where you can watch episodes of the shows you missed. I've now seen every Grey's Anatomy episode from this season like 5 times.

4. I'm tired. I love my bed, and I can't wait to be in it.

I think it's time we need to change a few things

I cannot stop listening to Mindy Smith's song, "Out Loud." Seriously, I've listened to it like 10 times in a row. It's so beautiful and so sweet - "Why should we stand in lonely shadows with so much light around?" It touches me in a way I can't explain (ok, I just reread this and realized how overwrought that sounds, but hey, sue me. I like my mushy music).

I'm so excited about the Americana Folk Festival at Montgomery Bell - Patty Griffin, Mindy Smith, The Avett Brothers, plus more. It's going to be so nice. Probably all crisp and fall-y. Oooh, maybe I'll get to wear the first sweater of the season. The ticket was not cheap, but it'll be an early b-day present to myself. WooHoo!

Another Short Post

Can't sleep. I have so many thoughts in my head, and I can't make heads or tails of them. I wonder about fate and signs and such. I had convinced myself that I didn't believe in any of it, but lately things seem to be defying rational explanation.

It looks cold outside.

I need to live somewhere that's perpetually sunny. I think I think less when it's sunny.

I am exceedingly giddy.

Where there's a Will, there's a way

You haven't lived until you've gotten into a concert by saying, "I'm on the guest list." It makes you feel very posh - until they say you're not. But then when you can drop a few names and shmooze your way in anyway, that's an even better feeling. I'm very proud of myself!












She's my latest girl crush. I don't know who she is, but she's fabulous and I love everything about her - her hair, her voice, her shirt. She rocks.