Non-distress

You've got to love a problem that can be fixed with your dog's tennis balls (your dog's NEW tennis balls you should clarify)! It's not as nice as my mom's, but it's much better. The eggs have hatched and gone forth and prospered in all corners of the squares.

Big Improvement

I have been awake all day - go me! There has been no napping on the couch, no giving up and going back to bed. I took Elsa on a walk and went to the mall and the grocery store. I did laundry and vacuumed. Boring stuff, but progress nonetheless. The nasty tasting, super-strong antibiotics are doing their job.  

Yay Me!

Everyone that I've introduced to the Lenka CD LOVES it.  Yay me!  It's very gratifying.

YAY!

I found some money in my back pocket at obedience class tonight; also some hotdog, but Elsa was really more interested in that.

WooHoo

Austin is back on! And I WILL be taking a Segway tour!

Good start to the day

My favorite Exxon employee called me beautiful this morning.

I went to my first drive-in last night - the Moonlite in Woodbury. Fun stuff. It was so 1950's of us.

A Perfect Day

I think I might have had a perfect day today. I managed to do (or not do) pretty much all the things that I should have done (or not done). I worked hard. I played hard. I ate my favorite Nashville meal. And I'm going to sleep with a smile on my face. If that's not a perfect day, I don't know what is.

Victory in our time!

Success! I beat the noodle bowl!

Things that make you go hmmmmm...

So if you're a regular reader of my blog, you may have noticed that I have slacked off a bit in the posting department, both in quantity (and maybe quality) and length of posts. Things have gotten really busy lately with school coming to a close for the semester (4 tests in 2 weeks, how much fun is that?) but that's not the only reason.

I was talking to a friend the other night about blogging and why I do it and this popped out: "I find it easier to blog when I'm sad or upset. It's my outlet when I need to let stuff out." I think everyone could agree with me on that. But are we getting the "meta-message" here? I hope so.

The realization made me, well, happy.

I was reading this last night before class, and it was exactly how I was feeling (especially strange that it was a Tuesday and she's talking about a Tuesday too).

HAPPINESS
I'm turning left. Look, everyone, my blinker is on, and I'm turning left. I am so happy to be alive, driving along, making a left turn. I'm serious. I'm doing exactly what I want to be doing at this moment: existing on a Tuesday, going about my business, on my way somewhere, turning left. There is nothing disconcerting or unpleasant or unfortunate about this moment. It is exceptionally nice, plain, and perfect.

-Amy Krouse Rosenthal from Encyclopedia of an Ordinary Life

It's good, when you're having an annoying day, to look HOT and have really nice smelling hair. That's what I think, at least.

I just got the most beautiful roses from one of my best friends. The picture doesn't do them justice. They are gorgeous! I like getting weekly flower deliveries - it rocks!

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...

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.

Smarty Pants

I got an A on my first test. Go me! I rock.

Civilization Is Going to Peak Tonight

I've been to some good concerts lately. Up until two weeks ago, I had declared the Pete Yorn show at Exit/In, the best I've seen. However, I think Pete may have been unseated last night by a $7 concert ticket. I am in awe. I went to the Nashville Sunday Night show featuring Josh Ritter prepared to be a little underwhelmed. Oh no. No, no, no, no...it was amazing.

Josh Ritter is a doll. When he sings, he closes his eyes and sings like he's blind - all weave-y and sincere. You know what I'm talking about. He's so personable, and you can tell that he's pretty much really really smart. His lyrics are insightful and funny and sad and so sweet that there was more than one time I found myself wishing someone had written that line about me. Here's an example; this is from the song "Kathleen":

All the other girls here are stars. You are the Northern Lights...Well they try and they try, but everything that they do is the ghost of a trace of a pale imitation of you.

I mean, who wouldn't want to hear that, right? But the most amazing thing about Josh Ritter wasn't even really about him. It was about the audience and the way that apparently everyone connected with him. If you live in Nashville and have ever been out into the music scene, then you know that Nashville's not always a friendly place to play music. Nashville is full of music snobs who go to shows to critique, not to enjoy. Standing up? Uh uh. Dancing? No way. Clapping? Trying that is like trying to clap at a Church of Christ, just see what happens when you try. Of course, that's not always the case, but live music tends to be a kind of somber event here, unfortunately.

But last night, last night was music perfection! He got the ENTIRE audience to stand and clap and dance for TWO songs and his finale was laced through with some of the funniest commentary I've ever heard. He promised us that civilization was going to peak, while he urged us to sing along on the chorus. The commentary was so good - it involved meeting the love of your life and talking about your hopes and dreams and then getting on a train. I know it sounds weird, and it really really was. But it was wonderful too. I think you may have had to been there to really get it - sorry. He wanted us to sing for the love of our life that's just around the corner, for the bliss of staying up all night and risking everything for love. Maybe it's my current "I want to believe in love" mood, but he made you believe it. It was just that kind of night. Just kind of magic.