Monday, February 23, 2009


House of Love

Okay, so there is a pretty good chance that I might be in love with the fella pictured above. It’s sort of sad because I don’t know him but at this point… I’m not going to let that stop me. For those of you who don’t know who that fella is… It’s Mr. Griffin House [i]. He’s one of the fellas that I plan to either name a child or pet after. The other fella is, of course, Mr. Rufus Sewell[ii]. I’m also sort of considering the name Diggory… after the Harry Potter character[iii]. So let me be clear here… If you know me… I call those names… do not use them for your own children or pets. If you do, I will be bitter. I say this because someone told me a couple of weeks ago that they planned to eventually get a basset hound and name him one of those names. I’m sorry I will not share my names… those have been my names for a long time[iv]… I don’t share well… find your own names. If you don’t know me… or if you don’t know me well… feel free to use them.

Friday night I saw Mr. House again in concert. He didn’t go on stage until 10:45 p.m. That was pretty late for this 35 year old Baptist Librarian. I wasn’t sure I was going to make it… Had I known in the first place what time he’d be taking the stage, I may not have bothered getting a ticket. Luckily I didn’t know. Because It was a great concert… not once was I in danger of falling asleep. However, I was in danger of asphyxiating at one point because it was so dang hot… but, not once did I begin to nod off. I’m telling you I’d classify it as one of my top favorite concerts.
On the second or 3rd song Griffin jumped off the stage and started dancing with this chick in the audience. I immediately thanked God it wasn’t me because I wouldn’t have handled that situation with any sort of dignity… but then I got bitter that it wasn’t me because… I might love Griffin and that would have been awesome. Even though I’m an ageist… I’m willing to make an exception for him because even though I don’t know him, I imagine him to be very very delightful.

It is such a good thing that the first time I saw Mr. House in concert, I didn’t really know who he was yet [v]… and he had not danced for me. That was a very small venue… I could have attacked him there… and by attacked… I mean said hello and giggled uncontrollably. But of course, I totally regret that I did not love him yet… because I could have said hello and giggled uncontrollably. I’m going to trust God knew what he was doing by having me ignorant at that point.

Since Friday night I have been in communication with God, the creator of the Universe, [vi] about Mr. House and how I’d like him delivered unto me. Clearly, I realize that is not reasonable… on so many levels that’s just not right… Still, that is what I’d like and I believe in being honest with God because he already knows my heart and my mind… I expect God will answer that prayer. Though, I will not be holding my breath that Mr. House and I will ever be on a first name basis. It’s probably best for everyone if that never happens.

Purple and I are making plans to quit our jobs and follow him around. She might love him too. However, since neither of us are officially insane it is unlikely that either of us will actually do that. Plus, I have a cat and she has 2 dogs to think about. Our critters depend on us. I’m pretty sure my darling cat would not enjoy a life on the road. If Griffin believes in God and I'm pretty sure he does... He might want to take a moment and thank the good Lord himself that we both have dependant critters. Of course, if all goes well... he will never know about my insanity. That I believe would be best. I will try and deal with my delusions on my own... well, and I will keep talking to God.

[iv] (my claim to Rufus actually goes back at least 2 years)
[v] ibid
[vi] Isaiah 40:28


Thursday, February 19, 2009



A Friend on Facebook posted this "game." Because of the way mine turned out, I don't feel I can actually post it there. So, I'm posting it here. But the random quote I ended up with cracked me up.... so I had to use it. The whole quote goes "There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics." Benjamin Disraeli (1804 - 1881)

How it works

1 - Go to Wikipedia. Hit “random”or click first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to Quotations Page and select "random quotations"or click last four or five words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your first album.

3 - Go to Flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”or click picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.4 - Use Photoshop or similar to put it all together.
I will have to play this little game again later when I have more time and post the results on facebook.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009



Did anyone else watch the Grammy's on Sunday. I missed the first 45 mins of it. But, still I feel I saw enough to say.. I watched it.

I was happy about all the awards Robert Plant and Alyson Kraus won. I was even happier when Alyson mention Buddy Miller in her thank yous. Woohoo Buddy!

I've never really listened to Radiohead but after seeing them on the Grammy's, I've decided I need to check them out. Although, when they said that the marching band from USC was joining them... I did think it was odd to bring a band out from South Carolina. I wondered what the connection was. BUT, before the song was over... I had figured out my faux pas. Perhaps they meant Southern Cal. That makes a lot more sense but you know... I'm from the South and not a big football fan outside of the south... of course, my brain went to South Carolina. By the way... I thought that performance was rockin'!

Now on to what has given me nightmares since Sunday night. M.I.A. To quote Penny on The Big Bang Theory, "Holy Crap on a Cracker!" Did you guys see it. Why, Why, Why? I don't understand. I need help understanding. Part of me wonders if she thought she would be in the hospital giving birth so she didn't actually make a plan for a wardrobe choice... I mean, that's the best excuse I can think of. If you didn't see it, you really ought to check it out...

And please.... PLEASE share with me your thoughts. I need some sort of closure.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009


one more round

Last week I was sick again. I've decided that maybe my getting sick so much is because I'm getting old. It's either that or all the dirty junk I work with. But, I think even if it's the later reason... it still comes back to the fact that I'm getting old. BECAUSE all the dirty junk did not used to bother me. Well, I thought it was gross sometimes but it didn't make me sick. But, on what I consider a good note... and yet a very selfish one as well, just about everyone else around here is sick too. I am sorry everyone is sick but it is good not to be alone and feeling decrepit. By the way, it's been 5 weeks since I had a migraine. I'm feeling positive about that. Maybe the new medicine I'm on will work. However, I don't think I can safely say it is until I've gone a couple of more weeks. I'm hopeful though. I told you how much that medicine costs right? It's like $200 but eventually my insurance will kick in so that's okay. Still it was a shocker. I shared that price with my mother and she was shocked but said it was worth it if it keeps the migraines away. Which is SOOOO true. Then I told her I had a friend who took the drug and thought it made her gain weight. At that point, my mother thought I should see if there were other drugs available. I thought that was a little harsh. God forbid my tush get any bigger. But of course, I can't say I don't feel the same way. I don't want a bigger butt. It's more than plenty big as it is. Before I got sick I went bowling with some friends. I put on my jeans that I love. The ones that were the smaller size and they were depressingly tight. I thought maybe they would stretch out as I bowled. They didn't. I think perhaps I may have been indecently dressed that night. I've decided to practice denial over that. And, of course, it was denial that led me to walk out of the house in those tight jeans in the first place. I'm going to try and make better decisions in my choice of jeans in the future.

Oh and while I was sick, I caught my mother reading one of my old journals from college. She told me she thought I had a talent for writing and that she had enjoyed what she read. Yikes! I had some bad times in College... my journals are not safe. However, it did turn out it was a journal that I had kept for a creative writing class so there were no juicy details in there to embarress me.... Still, there is a principal there that was broken. I went back and read it myself. I had forgotten most of the things I wrote about. Hmmm. Aparently one night Sweetie led all the fellas at drinky wazza in a lap around the tables as an ape. Spunkey makes a very good primate.

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