April, 2011

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Liver

Monday, April 25th, 2011

As my co-worker Kelli just informed me, I am being a horrible blogger.

But hopefully, I’m being an awesome liver… as in “liver of life,” and not “organ that detoxifies.”

I’ve been all over the place – Boston, where I watched the Boston Marathon, Portland, Maine, where I ate my first lobster, Kansas City, where I bridesmaided for Juliebird, and now Nashville, where I have a very busy week of work.

You would think that all of this craziness would make for some good blogging – and for a more emotionally stable person, it probably would.  But at this point in my life’s trajectory, I don’t have much to say except hello, I think you’re great, and I’ll be back sometime – preferably after a full night’s sleep and a big glass of water.

Trust me, you want THAT version of me – and not this one.  I just need a minute.

“I think I’ll go to Boston”

Friday, April 15th, 2011

If you were to look at the “Most Played” playlist in my iTunes*, right there at the very top of the list would be “Boston” by Augustana.  Number one.

This strikes me as very strange, since I don’t really love this song so much I want to marry it.  I mean, sure, it’s catchy – but have I really listened to it more than ANY other song on my iPod?  Seriously?  Do I have an alter ego who takes over once the earbuds are in?  I don’t believe you, iTunes.  I am baffled – flummoxed, even – as to how this has happened.

In any case, yesterday, I said, “You don’t know me, you don’t even care – I think I’ll go to Boston.”  And to Boston I went.

I love this city so much.  From the first time that I arrived here (by bus, no less), I have had a raging crush on Boston.  Something good happens to me – to my heart and to my soul – when I’m here.

And this time, lobster is going to happen to me.

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*Over on AnnieBlogs today, she’s talking about her top 5 most loved songs according to iTunes.  Hand to heart, I wrote this before I read her blog this morning.  This is just further proof that she and I are connected on a deep level, and made for each other.

Still out there

Thursday, April 14th, 2011

I just found out that a Denver friend-who-shall-never-be-named was recently – hypothetically – matched with Sword Man.

Poor Casey

Wednesday, April 13th, 2011

Me: How can I help you?
Her: Can I speak with Casey?  She emailed me.
Me: Casey is actually a guy.
Her: Oh, really?  Can I speak to her?
Me: The Casey that you got an email from is a guy.
Her: Okay.  What do I do?
Me: Is there something I can help you with?
Her: If I just respond to Casey’s email, will she write me back?
Me: Yes, if you respond to Casey’s email, he will get it and respond.
Her: Okay I’ll just write her back.
Me: Okay, bye.

“What is Voldamert’s purpose in life?”

Tuesday, April 12th, 2011

Forgive me, friends – but these days, it feels next to impossible to string sentences together.  I am walking through a hard time – one of the hardest – and sometimes, it’s like a cinder block tied to my ankles, pulling me down, down, down.

I am not dealing gently with myself, as I should.  Instead, I am running myself into the ground, demanding a lot, believing harsh words, burning the candle at both ends, and losing sleep.  I feel out of control in just about every arena, and, as I told a trusted confidant last night, I don’t know when I’m going to not feel tired.  I would give anything for a wide open schedule and absolute silence.

I do really well in absolute silence – but currently, and honestly, most of the time, life is a cacophony.

In the meantime, at least I can laugh at these:

(Bosom) Friend Monday: Laura Nelp

Monday, April 11th, 2011

We haven’t had a (Bosom) Friend Friday in a coon’s age – and let’s be honest, it’s not even Friday.  But if there’s anyone worth resurrecting this series for – even on a Monday – it’s Laura Nelp.

Laura and I met when I was in 6th grade, and she was in 7th.  We had the same birthday, so it was instant love.  We spent all of junior high talking about boys and singing songs from “Les Mis.”  But now that we’re older and wiser, we spend all of our time talking about boys and singing songs from “Les Mis.”

Since graduation from high school, our lives have taken us in very different directions.  Case in point: while my biggest responsibility is making sure I check the mail every day, she is mom to the three most beautiful towheads on the planet.

That’s Kate, Annabelle, and Wyatt.  Are you dying of love?  I am.

And apparently, just this morning, Wyatt asked his mom why he doesn’t have “cousins from Aunt Annie.”  I know, buddy – I know.  WORKING ON IT.

Oh, and as if having birthed three precious wood sprites wasn’t enough, here’s the other thing: after kids, Laura is the exact same size as she was in high school.  She is styling and sassy and totally hot stuff.  Some people

It’s an amazing thing to remain close friends with someone for the majority of your life.  Laura and I have seen each other through some major life changes, in the past and presently – and what comfort to know that a friendship will remain.  I am so grateful for our history, and how it propels our friendship into the future.

Hometowning

Wednesday, April 6th, 2011

Hello?   (Helloooo?)   ((Helloooooooo?))

Is anyone still here?

If you’re wondering if the iPhone swallowed me, the answer is NO COMMENT.

I spent the weekend in my hometown of Montrose, Colorado.  I went over for a dentist appointment, since Dan Clader, D.D.S., is my longest term relationship to date (22 years).  After last summer’s debacle of ten cavities, I am happy to report that my complicated teeth are holding steady.  Zero cavities, no crowns necessary, keep on keeping on, and I just might keep my own teeth for a few more years.

While I was in Montrose, my friends Cyrus and Peder had a show lined up at a Mexican restaurant-slash-lounge, and asked if I would be the opening act.

LOOK AT THESE GUYS.

They know that I say this in complete love: they are dirty Montrose at its finest.  How could I resist them?

Peder and I bonded over our turquoise accessories – although his being an authentic bolo tie, it was a little bit more ridiculously awesome than my tame Banana Republic flair.  I played 5 songs, and my dear friend Laura sang with me – more on her later this week.  I saw some people that I hadn’t seen in over 10 years.  It made me love Montrose even more than I already did.

You want to know what made me love Montrose EVEN more than that?

The fire dancer.

Oh yes.  Peder plays with the cutest, quirkiest band Cowboy & Indian, and during their set, through the windows behind the band, a Montrose man was feeling the spirit – and set batons aflame.

Proof:

Hazardous?  Bizarre?  Amazing?  Yes, yes, and yes.

Just another night in Montrose, and just another day in my life.