New blogspace

i have started a new blogspace today. i might continue to blog here occasionally, but for the most part, here is where you will find most of my future ramblings.....

http://easilyintrigued.blogspot.com/

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Holy crap, I’m going on tour
Current mood: giggly

after many years of secretly wishing i could re-live some of the joys of my pre-teens, my prayers have indeed been answered.

NKOTB are back.

Don't believe me?

http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20174022,00.html?xid=rss-topheadlines

anyone want to help me plaster the walls of my house with magazine cut-outs? I think it might be a much more daunting task as I now have a whole house full of walls as opposed to the one bedroom I utilized as a 13 year old.

Joey-joe haters be damned!

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Looking Back
Current mood: pensive

      I wonder if anyone really enjoyed the show thirtysomething besides my mother. I guess others did- it was on for several seasons if i remember correctly. My father couldn't stand it. He would curse at the television like a drunken sailor when it came on. My mom would just roll her eyes and tell him to "hush", and then he would fire back about it being about a bunch of "ungrateful narcissitic yuppies" and stomp into his study. It certainly didn't make me feel good about ever turning 30..

Being that I am turning 30 in a couple of weeks,I started thinking about when I was 16-- 14 years ago-- holy crap! Back then it was very difficult to fathom that I would ever be like the characters on the show-- that I would ever be that "old." It seemed eons away. The characters immersed themselves in these pithy arguments and ridiculous dramas and I secretly vowed to never act that "old." They whined and carried on about how hard life was in your thirties. I think one of them rode a bike alot. His name was Gary or something. He seemed to be the most annoying thirtysomething of the entire show, and my dad would ask my mom how " histrionic gary" was doing.  She didn't think it was very funny. At any rate, I wanted nothing to do with turning into any one of these characters.   All I cared about when I was 16 was not pissing people off and trying to read the unabridged version of Les Miserables because I heard it was better than the abridged version. I never finished it. At 16, I was more worried about boys than about interest rates and checking accounts. At 16, I drove an 87 toyota corrolla and had an 11pm curfew.( which i broke once, thank you very much. and it wasn't on purpose. my car got stuck in a ditch. i still got in trouble, though.) At 16, I had no idea who I was or where I was headed.

14 years later, although I do occasionally find myself in the pithy arguments and ridiculous dramas that I previously promised myself I would never enter into,  I know that I am incredibly blessed to be where I am in life. I have a wonderful husband, great friends, loving family, and a very neurotic but loveable dog. I try not to drive my car into ditches. Turning 30 may mean I'm a little older-- but at least i'm not an "ungrateful narccisitic yuppie."

Currently watching : Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations Release date: 20 March, 2007

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Pop, Drop, and Lock it.
Current mood: accomplished

I have no idea what this means, other than:

a: it's a rap song

and

b: one of my kids decided it was the name of a therapeutic group  ( he's 4.)

  I think I have a crush on my new position at work. I know it's only been a week, but it's getting serious already. I laugh like I might pee in my pants almost daily. The staff that I work with are amazingly funny and at the same time efficient and appropriate. The kids are adorable, even when they are extremely out of sorts and pissed off. I feel as if I am really making a difference and providing the care and compassion that they need and never recieved previously.

it's been awhile, and it's good to be back.

i honestly think it's the age.. i know that i am better with the littlest kids. i have the most patience with them. i can handle the ins and outs of puke, pee, whatever... without batting an eye.

I am happy.

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Banjo Pickin' in Heaven

I have no doubt that it happens. I think that whenever I join the choir invisible, the sounds of the banjo will be loud and resounding.  But not as triumphant as the present moment- my grandfather passed away yesterday and his love of bluegrass music had no limits. I believe that heaven is currently being overtaken by mandolins and fiddles.

I remember when we lived in Bowling Green, KY and he would drive down every year to go to the annual fiddle contest at the grand olde opry in nashville. He would visit us before he went and talk about who he was excited to see play. Grandaddy was a pretty chill person- getting "excited" for him was rare. But this fiddle contest brought out the kid in him. Hearing him talk about it was like watching the most amazing sunset you've ever seen. And when he returned he would come back and tell us about everyone he had seen and what they had played. If anyone could use words to describe the sound of a fiddle it was grandaddy. We also used to go fishing. We would load up my snoopy fishing rod, two loaves of wonderbread, capri suns and spend the day catching nothing but each other's company. " Red", he would say, ( his nickname for me was 'red on the head')" we didn't catch anything today. But that doesn't mean we won't someday."

God love him. I will miss him terribly.

This blog is choppy and not my usual calculated writing... the grammar and punctuation are ridiculous. I feel like a kid at the moment, and my writing reflects this. Not sure what this means ( Dr. Hall, you are welcome to make your diagnosis:)) but i have my own theories.

Currently listening : Traveler By Tim O'Brien Release date: 12 August, 2003

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For Regina: Queen of the Kinkos

 Hello, Regina.

 I know i have, of late, written and spoken blasphemy about the northern cincinnati kinkos store in which you work, and i apologise.

Regina, you are, like your name, a queen. 

Thank you.

Laura Beth M. soon to be D. to the double z shizzle.

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Hell=Kinkos
Current mood: aggravated

Dear Kinko's store in northern cincinnati,

                     I am writing you this letter to let you know how much the people that work inside of you suck ass. I figure that you already know this, being that they work inside of you and all, but it helps to reiterate only because repetition is the key to ruling the world. And one day I hope to rule the world. And when this happens, Northern cincinnati kinkos, i will rid you of those evil employees that pepper your insides with unprofessionalism, idiocy, and straight up ridiculousness. Laziness and apathy should be reserved for people's homes, northern cincinnati kinkos. Not you. You have things to do. People to take care of. Copies to make. Get yourself together, man. Suck it up. Tell those people inside of you to get off their asses and make me some freaking wedding programs that don't have my in-laws last name as reading "dann." It's not tom and donna dann, dangit, it's DAVIn. how hard is that? apparently too difficult for the fools that live inside of you, northern cincinnati kinkos.

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So sorry, Zach Braff
Current mood: cranky

I feel somewhat foolish. After lamenting about not being Mr. Braff's friend, he kindly accepted my request today.

Thanks, buddy. I feel whole again.

And also, we got our "tentative" bill for the wedding, which is almost like a "tentacle" bill but without slimy octopus arms and a fisherman named steve.

I think the "tentacle" bill would make me feel less anxious and thus free me up for some ping pong or racketball.

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Zach Braff won't be my friend
Current mood: crazy

So I really like the show scrubs. It's funny, it's quirky, and it has some damn fine musical selections intertwined betwixt the comedy and hard luck wisdom that it provides.

 I asked " zach braff"  to be my friend on myspace about a week ago. He, or the person who is pretending to be " zach braff" has not responded. This makes me feel small, like a snail scuttling along broken concrete in a dark alleyway. It makes me feel like i did when i was 8, watching episodes of Molly Dodd and spencer for hire with my mom on saturday nights rather than doing those things that 8 year olds are supposed to be doing in a small southern town.

I think, from now on, i will blame all my hardships and feelings of failure and rejection on zach braff.

that is, unless he becomes my friend.

and also, i'm really tired and i need to go to bed. Please be warned that in the weeks that follow, much gibberish willl be pouring from these freckled fingers.

Currently reading : Smashed: Story of a Drunken Girlhood By Koren Zailckas Release date: 31 January, 2006

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My ceiling is peeling
Current mood: chipper
Category: Life

 So the ceiling is, in fact, peeling. With all the rain and such, we have yet another " water problem" which appears to be origninating from the out of date gutters on the side of our house. Super!( the other " water problem" resides in our basement. Much thanks goes out to the guy who we bought the house from. Liar. )

 So the wedding is near. I've been stressed. Those of you who have been lucky enough ( and i by lucky i mean unfortunate) to be around me and have decided to play nicely i thank ten thousand times over. those of you who are just sick of my whining, i don't blame you.  but i'm excited.  I get to have everyone I love in one room for an evening, and it doesn't get better than that.  I am really lucky that I have such awesome people in my life... many of whom I have been friends with for what seems like eons.  I'm happy that my mom is doing so much better now. I am grateful for Geoff's mom and dad and how generous and gracious they are. And, of course, I can't complain about the guy I'm marrying. He's the shizzle.

  So i can't wait to see those of you who are making the trek out here to the nati...  as well as those who already live here and are attending.

     It should be a crazy time--- and that's how we want it.:)

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