Friday, July 30, 2004

Work is slow today...

Here's a personality profile based on a color quiz I took.

You're a Problem Solver
You are constantly considering what else each person or situation requires. You want to know what is missing. During this period of mulling things over, others might view you as passive or quiet.

The passionate you thrives on orchestrated plans. Figuring out how to make your ideas a reality and seeing things through to completion is the ultimate high. These pursuits empower your self-confidence.

The centered you is very grounding. You see what is authentic about each activity or relationship. When all is quiet within, you consider how you can feel more complete.

The emotional you avoids asking what's missing. Novel adventures seem to appear. Honor your forbidden thoughts. They are merely signposts to exciting new paths you need to follow.


And here is a frienship-style profile. Yes, I took another quiz.

50% Loving Sister
You're an affectionate, sensitive, intuitive sweetie who takes her friendships very seriously -- people love being friends with you because they know you understand them. You nurture your friends, which is a constantly-renewing gift: you're the first one to step forward with chicken soup if they're sick, tissue if they're crying, and a phone call if they're lonely. You love being cared for yourself, too -- not that you'd ever admit it. It's not surprising that you build such strong bonds with your friends, loyal and steadfast as you are. Be careful not to pamper your buddies too much, though, since it can drain you of much-needed energy and encourage otherwise good friends to take your big-hearted nature for granted.

30% Bright Spark
You're a kick in the pants, an inspirer, an activator -- people love being friends with you because you're full of energy and fun ideas. You aim to make the people around you feel happy and comfortable, and you nearly always succeed. You have a wide circle of devoted buddies and admirers, and you take vicarious pleasure in their successes and accomplishments while inspiring your friends with your own passion for life. Although you may sometimes resent the pressure of being everybody's muse or ray of sunshine, you try not to let it show -- but do listen to those voices in your head that urge you to slow down and savor your friendships more fully.

10% Lone Wolf
You're an independent, intelligent free thinker who cherishes her individuality as well as her friendships -- people love being friends with you because you inspire them to self-reflection and self-improvement. Your friends may not see you every day, but they know you support them and care about them, and you share your knowledge and your gifts freely when asked. People look up to you because you understand yourself well, and you understand your own needs for stimulation and personal growth. As independent and forceful as you are, though, you may sometimes leave a buddy out in the cold.

10% Reliable Adviser
You're accomplished, thoughtful, and generous, a font of wisdom and constructive criticism -- people love being friends with you because they know you've got their back. Your trustworthy nature and balanced, fair judgment make you a superb confidante and mediator, and while you may sometimes feel that your friends turn to you for advice about everything, you'd never let down anyone you cared about. Besides, your friends know your opinions are too valuable to do without! Your insight and loyalty are in high demand, but be sure to make friends aware that you're not just Old Faithful. You're the leading actress in your own life -- if some relationships make you feel more like the trusty sidekick, put a new face on your friendship by adopting the some of the attitude of your Bright Spark buddies.

Thursday, July 29, 2004

Here I go again thinkin'

Tonight is the fourth day in a row this week I've walked with Katy. It's good for me, emotionally and physically. I can be disciplined, but I can procrastinate. It's a weird juxtaposition of my personality, I suppose. Anyway, Katy is good to walk with because she's fun to talk with, and she likes plans, and that's a sort of accountability. Each time we finish walking, well, actually when we finish talking after walking, we talk about when the next time is we can walk. This has been a consistent week because I didn't have anything to cover for work at night. Weird, I know.

So, do you think it's possible I'm healthier now that I have diabetes and am managing it well because I know I have it? There was a good year, probably, that my body was hurting inside even though I didn't know it because I didn't know my pancreas had decided, or maybe been forced, to stop producing insulin to properly break down sugars (and starches, which turn to sugar...). I mean, I eat healthier now and exercise more. That's got to be a good combination. With that, I feel better, sleep better... It's really amazing how everything is connected. It's just weird to think that having a chronic disease like diabetes could be good for me in a certain, maybe slightly twisted, way. I've had a couple high blood sugar numbers lately, which is sort of random, but I know it happens. But I've learned to deal with that and take it all as it comes and not stress about what-ifs. And, trust me, that's hard for a perfect melancholy girl who likes to control everything and be able to have all her expectations met.

I've also been thinking about personality, birth order, nature versus nurture, family influence, friend influence ... The psychology behind who I am, and who others around me are, I guess. Some people can define their mood in a word. Others moods change with the second hand of a clock. Some people love easily; some people find it easier to complain. One person might forgive easily, when another shoves the sadness and hurt inside. Laughing comes easier to some. Some people are easier to laugh with for me. Closure is important to some people, but others move on easily. Simplicity and complexity get confused in some lives, while others live comfortably in shades of gray. Relationships are built by strangers but are too often influenced by their individual experiences and backgrounds, most of which are rooted in childhood moments over which we didn't have much control. Some people welcome change; others run from it. But, probably, most people, at least most people I love, are a strange combination of in between all extremes. Probably because we're all stuck in trying to be who we want to be in a world of who others want us to be and how other people have helped shape our lives, intentionally or accidentally.

I took a personality test a few months ago...
In short, there are four personality types -- popular sanguine, powerful choleric, perfect melancholy and peaceful phlegmatic. The test is divided into strengths and weaknesses, and often people are a combination of two of those types.

My strengths are dominated with perfect melancholy traits:
deep and analytical
serious and purposeful
talented and creative
sensitive to others
self-sacrificing
conscientious
idealistic
schedule-oriented
perfectionist with high standards
orderly and organized
neat and tidy
sees the problems
needs to finish what's started
likes lists, graphs, charts
makes friend cautiously
content to stay in the background
avoids causing attention
faithful
will listen to complaints
deep concern for people


My weaknesses are split between powerful choleric and perfect melancholy, leaning a bit more toward the choleric:
bossy
impatient
can't relax
enjoys controversy and arguments
won't give up when losing
little tolerance for mistakes
demanding of others
decides for others
is too independent
possessive of friends and mate


Then melancholy slips in the weakness column, sometimes contradicting choleric-like traits, such as dislikes emotions and tears, manipulates others, is not complimentary, knows everything and can't say "i'm sorry":
moody
self-centered
guilt feelings
not people-oriented with work
depressed over imperfections
chooses difficult work
hard to please
standards often too high
deep need for approval
critical of others
full of contradictions
skeptical of compliments


This is very interesting to me, mainly because those lists of strengths and weakness ring so true in my life. It would interesting to hear what other people think about my interpretation of myself. There I go, analyzing...

I'll end with a quote from a good book I just finished reading. It's a political, legal drama by Richard North Patterson called "Balance of Power." Personal lives are as complex as the reasons that people are happy, or sad. ... In any life, there are decisions which keep up us at night, long after they are made. There are decisions which others would make differently.

I saw Adam Duritz on TV this afternoon.

And I love this Counting Crows song -- "Accidentally in Love" -- from the "Shrek 2" soundtrack:

So she said what's the problem baby
What's the problem I don't know
Well maybe I'm in love
Think about it every time
I think about it
Can't stop thinking 'bout it

How much longer will it take to cure this
Just to cure it cause I can't ignore it if it's love
Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nothing 'bout love

Come on, come on
Turn a little faster
Come on, come on
The world will follow after
Come on, come on
Cause everybody's after love

So I said I'm a snowball running
Running down into the spring that's coming all this love
Melting under blue skies
Belting out sunlight
Shimmering love

Well baby I surrender
To the strawberry ice cream
Never ever end of all this love
Well I didn't mean to do it
But there's no escaping your love

These lines of lightning
Mean we're never alone,
Never alone, no, no

Come on, Come on
Move a little closer
Come on, Come on
I want to hear you whisper
Come on, Come on
Settle down inside my love

Come on, come on
Jump a little higher
Come on, come on
If you feel a little lighter
Come on, come on
We were once
Upon a time in love

We're accidentally in love
Accidentally in love ...

Come on, come on
Spin a little tighter
Come on, come on
And the world's a little brighter
Come on, come on
Just get yourself inside her ...

More connected to the people?

Rob Reiner was on "Cold Pizza" this morning. I like that show because it's full of randomness. They interviewed Rob Reiner about how John Kerry and Teresa Heinz Kerry compare to "The American President" because he is at the Democratic National Convention. But then they talked to a guy from the Nashville Sounds about their faith-based promotions on Friday nights. They give out Jesus and Noah bobbleheads and have music. Anyway, random.

OK, back to my Rob Reiner. I love his movies. "The American President" and "When Harry Met Sally..." are two of my most favorite movies ever. Anyway, the "Cold Pizza" girl asked him something about being at the Democratic convention then said something about "I'm sure there will be celebrities at the Republican National Convention, too." But Rob Reiner quickly disagreed, saying more celebrities are the Democratic convention because celebrities are creative people and creative people are more in touch with people in general, like Democrats are.

Right.

Whether a politician is "more in touch with the people" totally depends on one's perspective. It's politics, I know, but come on, what a generality to make. And what a odd thing to say about "creative people" who have much more money than the average person.

Wednesday, July 28, 2004

Oomph

Yesterday I was writing a story and wanted to quote a guy who said "oomph" when he was talking about a new tax-exempt industrial development authority here. I wasn't sure how to spell it, but I must have gotten close because the spell check fixed it. Then this morning "oomph" was in my horoscope. Now, just to set the record straight, I'm not much on horoscopes and don't believe they are true, except sometimes they are based on personalities, which can explain some things.... Anyway, I just thought it was ironic I was trying to figure out the correct spelling yesterday and then read it this morning.

So Ernie Fletcher was on Jay Leno. I didn't stay up to watch it, although if he had been on David Letterman I might have. I taped it and watched it this morning. Fletcher participated in a comedy routine about slogans for Kentucky and Los Angeles and how they two places are difference. He wasn't really funny, though. His timing was off and he seemed nervous. Leno said something about comedy being difficult, and Fletcher said he'd stick to politics. Then Ashley Judd was a guest, an actual sit-down guest. She was funny. (A proposed slogan: If your initials are Ky., you've got to be good.) She talked about loving UK basketball and how her racecar-driving husband doesn't like the sport. She was a better representative from Kentucky, really. Then she told a funny story about getting locked out of a cabin in Yosemite National Park naked and having to use a yoga mat to cover up when she walked into the hotel lobby to get a key.

Tuesday, July 27, 2004

Smilin'


She giggles and smiles more than anything. She thinks most things are funny, but nothing beats when Kevin walks into the room. She thinks he's the best thing ever, and good thing because he's her dad. Posted by Hello

Droolin'


She's even adorable when she's drooling... Posted by Hello

Playin'


I talk about how adorable Milla is. Now you can see for yourself. She'll be seven months old Tuesday. Posted by Hello

Rochelle Riley

Have I mentioned she's my hero? She's a fabulous writer, mostly because she's a single, black mother in Detroit who was raised in North Carolina by her grandparents but some how can speak to me. It doesn't matter our backgrounds and life experiences are different. And it doesn't matter her motherhood inspired this column because it speaks to me about life in general and how maybe I shouldn't have spent my high school senior year wishing away being a teenager.

BY ROCHELLE RILEY
FREE PRESS COLUMNIST

I've said it before: One of the things I like about the Internet, the thing that almost makes up for the daily shots of pornography and fake e-mails telling me about my new mortgage or cash from wealthy Africans, is a simple little nugget whose author is usually unknown, but whose wisdom is profound.

When I got the one I'm sharing today, my first and only thought was, "Count me in." But my second thought was, "Oh, how I wish I could convince my daughter and her friends to read this with straight faces and to understand and, in their hurry to grow up, to not rush the years that soon will come rushing on their own." I hoped that maybe if they hear it from someone other than me, it might make a difference:

So for all of you moms and dads whose children don't get it and for all of my colleagues in whatever field you're in, whether it's construction of buildings or of sentences, whether it's cleanup of grocery aisles or the checkbooks of bank customers with poor math skills, this is for you.

"I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an ADULT. I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8-year-old again. I want to go to McDonald's and think it is a four-star restaurant. I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle. I want to see who can blow the biggest bubble. I want to think M&M's are better than money because you can eat them. I want to drink Kool-Aid, and eat Lemonheadswith my friends. I don't want to change clothes because I got a little dirt on them. I want to enjoy every day like it's summer vacation.

"I want to return to a time when life was simple. When all you knew were colors, multiplication tables and TV show theme songs, but that didn't bother you because you didn't know what you didn't know, and you didn't care. All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset. I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good. I want to believe that anything is possible, I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things again, like a new Hot Wheels car.

"I want to live simple again. I don't want my days to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more illness, and loss of loved ones. I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams and the imagination. I want to be in the roller derby and actually believe the Three Stooges are real.

"So . . . here's my checkbook and my car keys, my credit card bills and my 401K statements, my pager, my cell phone, my Palm Pilot, my fax machineand my DVD player, and last but not least my mortgage book. I am hereby officially resigning from adulthood. And if you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first 'cause . . .

"Tag, you're it! And you have cooties."

That says it all for me, in a nutshell, a nutshell I hope to hand to my daughter and her friends and encourage them to enjoy. And to the author, I say: Thank you, and you must have teenagers.

Lots of Louisville thoughts, and one of Lexington

My doctor's appointment yesterday morning was in downtown Louisville. It got me thinking...

I want to go to a Riverbats game. Dumb mascot, cool stadium. I've only been a couple of times, but minor league games are fun. There's still time for that this summer. And I don't need much of a reason to go to Louisville.

Waterfront park is continuing to look great. I even think the skate park is neat. I love walking down there, and I really should have taken a pit stop there when Greg and I were finished at my doctor's appointment. But instead we met my parents at Rafferty's on the east end. The east end and its Summit and Springhurst shopping areas are convenient and serve my shopping addiction moments well, but I downtown is good sometimes, too. I also should have driven down by Fourth Street, where the city has put in new restaurants and clubs to see what that looks like. Apparently the Galleria, which was sketchy anyway, is gone.

I liked working downtown when I was at the AP. I lived 10 minutes, if that, from downtown and liked watching people walk downtown, dressed in dresses and suits but wearing tennis shoes. I just liked the atmosphere, and realized yesterday I miss it.

Then I read today Tumbleweed is opening a restaurant there. First, I love Tumbleweed. (And it's opening in February.) Two, I love waterfront restaurants and was just commenting on that yesterday.

And then I was thinking about how I haven't been to Lexington since we moved, and that was almost a year ago. It will be a year Aug. 4. That's next week.

Monday, July 26, 2004

To home and back again

I had to play editor Friday at work because Eric was out. I can handle it, but I sure am glad my priority most days is writing. All that layout is better off in someone else's hands, anyone else's hands, really. I thought I was going to get out early because of the sudden demand to eliminate any overtime, but I realized there were some tasks I needed to take care of for Saturday's and Monday's papers before I left. So much for eliminating overtime. But I'll be glad when the paycheck comes.

So it was off to Louisville Friday afternoon. Mom ordered Hometown Pizza for us when we got there. It is a local favorite. Saturday morning I dragged Greg along with me to run some errands -- two scrapbook stores, Target and Kohl's. I didn't find anything at Kohl's. I love Target. And the scrapbook stores were OK, but Murray's store actually has as good a selection. Later Cassie and I went shopping and I found a cute shirt on sale at Old Navy.

Kevin, Laine and Milla came over Saturday for dinner. Milla continues to be the cutest baby ever. She's adorable, loves to giggle and laugh and is starting to show her personality. She can roll over and scoot around and it's going to be no time before she's getting all around. She's easily entertained, and kept thinking I was a jungle gym.

I went to the church I grew up going to Sunday morning, and I didn't recognize but a handful of people. That's sort of weird to me. I shouldn't be surprised, but it's just that oh-wow-I'm-growing-up feeling again. Mom, Greg and I went to Evan's first birthday party after church. Evan is the son of Shelley and Dustin, who are among the few real friends I keep in touch with from high school. It was fun to see them, and Bekah and Barrett.

Kevin brough Milla over again Sunday night for dinner, and this time Poppy joined us. (Dad was in Indy all weekend.) Guess what? She was still adorable, especially because Kevin dressed her in this adorable pink and yellow striped shirt with a cute white skirt with a butterfly on it. Later that night Greg and I went to visit college friends Laura and Dave who actually live in La Grange, even though neither one of them grew up there. It was nice to see them. They are expecting their first child at the end of January. The pregnancy bug must be in the air, although it hasn't quite reached me.

I went to the endrocinologist this morning. She's the diabetes specialist. She was pleased with how I'm doing. The visit was brief, if you eliminate the waiting room time, and rather encouraging. We had lunch with Mom and Dad at Rafferty's before coming back to Murray. It was sort of nice to get back in the afternoon rather than walk in the house and go straight to bed. But, then again, it was nice to have Monday too.

My doctor and I talked a lot about the value of exercise, in general and with diabetes. So I'm glad I have my walkin' friend in Katy. We walked tonight and plan on doing so other times this week, which (knock on wood) seems to be free of evening meetings and such.

Thursday, July 22, 2004

some days

Some days are good. Some days are bad. Then some days are just neither, and I almost wish they'd swing to either extreme. These are the kind of days where I just want to curl up on the couch, listen to one of my favorite CDs over and over, cuddle and hug, or have a really good conversations. Actually some combination would be lovely. These are the days I wish I had a place in Murray that gave me an escape from my frustrations, as minor as they are. On these kind of days I wish people could read my mind and realize it's OK that I could cry or laugh at any moment.

I think these kind of days are the epitmoe of a perfectionist with overflowing emotions. Feelings mean more than logic on days like today.

e-mail forwards can be good

And apparently today was the day for them.

First, do you think this stuff is really true? Apparently it is, according to some random e-mail.

1. �Apples, not caffeine, are more efficient at waking you up in the morning.
2. �Alfred Hitchcock didn't have a belly button.
3. �A pack-a-day smoker will lose approximately two teeth every 10 years.
4. �People do not get sick from cold weather; it's from being indoors a lot more.
5. �When you sneeze, all bodily functions stop, even your heart!
6. �Only 7 per cent of the population are lefties.
7. �Forty people are sent to the hospital for dog bites every minute.
8. �Babies are born without kneecaps. They don't appear until they are 2 to 6 years old.
9. �The average person older than 50 years old will have spent almost five years waiting in lines.
10. �The toothbrush was invented in 1498.
11. �The average housefly lives for one month.
12. �40,000 Americans are injured by toilets each year.
13. �A coat hanger is 44 inches long when straightened.
14. �The average computer user blinks seven times a minute.
15. �Your feet are bigger in the afternoon than any other time of day.
16. �Most of us have eaten a spider in our sleep.
17. �The real reason ostriches stick their head in the sand is to search for water.
18. �The only two animals that can see behind themselves without turning their heads are the rabbit and the parrot.
19. �John Travolta turned down the starring roles in "An Officer and a Gentleman" and "Tootsie."
20. �Michael Jackson owns the rights to the South Carolina State anthem.
21. �In most television commercials advertising milk, a mixture of white paint and a little thinner is used in place of the milk.
22. �Prince Charles and Prince William never travel on the same airplane, just in case there is a crash.
23. �The first Harley Davidson motorcycle built in 1903 used a tomato can for a carburetor.
24. �Most hospitals make money by selling the umbilical cords cut from women who give birth. They are used in vein transplant surgery.
25. �Humphrey Bogart was related to Princess Diana. They were seventh cousins.
26. �If coloring weren't added to Coca-Cola, it would be green.

Also, this link is funny, especially if you like politics just a little. Even if you don't, you'll still probably laugh.

Tuesday, July 20, 2004

An addiction or two, plenty of words, and more orange polish

I left work a little after 1 this afternoon, I think. I've had some random thoughts since then:

I'm addicted to scrapbooking. I've moved on to phase two of my vacation album. That would be Rome. I went to Wal-Mart to get two pictures printed as 5-by-7s. Now it's all laying in my living room floor again.

Nobody told me the Cubs and Cardinals played this afternoon. Well, that's until Greg called this afternoon to see if it was on 79, our Murray Electric channel that airs FoxSports-Midwest coverage of Cardinals games. Just the games, though, then the stations goes black. Anyway, good thing I turned it on in the eighth inning when it was tied at 8. I got to see the part that mattered most. Although the comeback was impressive I'm sure, thanks to Albert and his three homeruns. Oh, and the two others didn't hurt either. Tensions were high, fans were up and down depending on the moment and the Cardinals came out on top with a 10-game lead over the Cubs. It's fun to watch, though. But it's July and who knows what will happen by September. Oh, but Kyle Farnsworth remains my favorite Cubs pitcher. Today he gave up a homerun to So Taguchi to tie the game. Oh, and one to Albert. Not quite as classic as walking in the winning run earlier in the season, but still helpful.

OK, enough about baseball...

So then I put on my reporter's cap and went to Robbie Rudolph's tire warehouse, where he and Gov. Ernie Fletcher were meeting with some Mayfield officials about the state of that economy and how they are planning to rebound from the loss of General Tire. The meeting was closed so me and other reporters and photographers -- reporters and cameramen from two different TV stations, a reporter and photographer from The Paducah Sun, a radio guy, the Mayfield newspaper girl and some other random guy whom I could never figure out where he belonged -- waited for almost an hour before they came out. Then the silly TV cameramen, well, one specifically, got in the way and I think went live randomly in the chaos. In was an impromptu press conference that was suppose to be planned, if that makes sense. I came away with enough quote to make a story, sweatier than I went in and probably smelling like rubber. Lovely.

Then it was off to a fund-raiser for Melvin Henley at this massive house here. I pulled out of Robbie's not far behind the governor and entourage (I have mentioned I love Robbie?), but apparently politicians drive fast, so they quickly disappeared. I got to the fund-raiser not far behind them and began covering my second event of the evening.

So, I'm a better writer than photographer. But I think I figured out why tonight, well, probably one of many reasons. If I concentrate, I can take decent pictures. I love my pictures of Greece, for instance. But when it comes down to taking pictures quickly, with people moving around, I'm not quite as successful. Add to that trying to take notes, and I feel like I slack on the pictures and concentrate on the words. It's my nature to pay more attention to the words first, plus I'm better at that part.

Yeah, so, I'm a nerd. I like these political things. But I also was thinking tonight about how I like my job because I've been here long enough people trust me. I've also developed relationships with people apart from being related to the Taylors. All the Taylors in Murray. Don't get my wrong. Great, great people. But it's nice I have developed an identity and people appreciate the work I do apart from marrying into a nice, local family.

The newspaper publisher was at the fund-raiser. (I think she's a Republican, but she doesn't try to let too many people know it. But there were 240 people there, so maybe her secret is out!) Anyway, before I left, I told her bye, and she decided she wanted a heart-to-heart talk about work, random things there, before I left. It was fine.

Now I'm home, ready for bed and glad to be out of the dress I've had on since 6 a.m. At least the dress looked nice with my orange, slightly muted, fingernails. Goodness, I'm glad I don't usually pick out clothes to match fingernail polish, or vice versa, really. I couldn't handle being that kind of girl.

Jail Mail 2

I got my second piece of jail mail, which is actually stamped on the envelope identifying it as such. It's from the same guy who sent me a letter a couple months ago. He accused with multiple things, most seriously two counts of attempted murder of a police officer and felony meth-related offenses, for a drug-bust incident at the end of April. Anyway, apparently I'm ruining his life now, even though in the first letter he told me understood the public had a right to know. But he claims he's innocent and I write with "accusing ways," even though I'm only reporting what happened that day and what has since happened in court. The best part, though, is the drawing of a pile of poop on the envelope, which he refers to in the letter as a illustration of how he feels about my stories. Awfully sweet, huh?

Monday, July 19, 2004

I'm not sure about the orange fingernails

I had my first professional massage this afternoon. And it was fabulous, this coming from a girl who likes her head scratched and her feet rubbed. Greg had gotten me a gift certificate for one of the packages at the spa for Christmas. Yes, I know, it's July. Anyway, it included an aroma steam, 30-minute massage, facial and manicure. Pretty girly, yes, but a sweet gift.

OK, so the aroma steam. She asked me to pick a "scent." I did. I don't know what it was or if I really liked it. Then I got 20 minutes in this steam room. The first 10 minutes were really good. Then it was too hot. Yes, a steam room is suppose to be hot, but it was too hot, at least for that amount of time. I got out a couple of times in the last 10 minutes. For one, I read one time that being in a hot tub would make my blood sugar drop. I don't know why, really, but Lord knows I've had enough of that hypoglycemia stuff lately. So I was being careful. Plus, I was sweating and wet and the "aroma," whatever that scent was, was starting to fill my nose and eyes, creating a strange feeling I wasn't so sure about. Somehow the steam was relaxing, I would have just shortened the time.

Moving on the massage...
It was great. I could have fallen asleep, but I thought that might have been a little weird. On that note, back to the steam room, it's really hot and wet but I really wanted to read or talk. That's my task-oriented nature, though, so after a few minutes I realized I should probably just enjoy the peace and quiet. The massage was nice, although I would have chosen different background music. It was some instrumental stuff, soothing, I suppose, and I can't really even remember it so it must not have been that bad, but still...

The massage and facial sort of went together, and who knew it would feel good to have my face massaged? She used all kinds of smelly-good clensers and lotions on my face. Then I got my nails done. I never paint my fingernails a color. I do good to keep them at a good length and not pick them down. Anyway, the lady asked what color I wanted, and I told her I really didn't care. (Does indecisiveness come with relaxation?) She said she had this new color she had been wanting to use, so I looked at it. It looked fine, a sort of peach color. Well, at least that's what it looked like in the bottle. Three coats later on my fingers it looked orange. She kept saying it looked tangerine on her, and that's why she couldn't wear it, but it looked more apricot on me. Um, sure, whatever you say, Miss Manicure Lady. It looked orange on me, whatever fruit you want to use to describe it. But this was just a fun day and I really didn't care. The more I looked at it through the evening, the more I decided it was too bright. I tamed it by putting something else -- a whitish color -- on top of it, so it's better now.

After that, Katy and I walked. It wasn't as hot as it was last week. Then she, Chad and I went to eat dinner at Subway. Then I came home and cleaned up because as good as I felt from my relaxation afternoon and walking, I was sweaty and my hair was disgusting. (Too much information, maybe...) I got out of the shower just in time to see Edmonds hit a homerun in the fourth inning of the Cubs-Cardinals game. Zambrano apparently had it out for Edmonds, whom he hit twice in the game with pitches. Doesn't matter, a nine-game lead is nice. Even in July.

Friday, July 16, 2004

It's Friday!

My blogger seems suddenly HTML-smarter. But that's OK. You just know how I am about change...
 
It's been a good week. Nothing too overly exciting and nothing bad either. I've spent a lot of time scrapbooking, and I believe I can officially say I'm addicted. (The six hours I spent working on my scrapbook last night should probably prove that.) I'm almost finished with the Greece portion of our trip and will then move on to Rome, which will probably be its own smaller book. And then I have other ideas floating around my mind.
 
I tend to get addicted to songs and play them over and over, in my head and in the car. Right now it's "This Everyday Love" by Rascal Flatts.


Thursday, July 15, 2004

Bobo and Baby

And I thought the story couldn't get any better...

WEST PALM BEACH, Fla. (AP) � A woman who offered to use her 5-month-old pig as bait to lure a tiger that escaped from the home of an actor who once played Tarzan will be cited for animal cruelty, officials said.

Linda Meredith, of Loxahatchee, put the pig in the trunk of her car and drove to the neighborhood where officials were searching for the tiger shortly after she heard of its escape.

Meredith asked officers to grab the hind legs of the pig, named Baby, or twist its ears so it would squeal and attract the tiger. The officers declined her offer.

Palm Beach County Animal Care and Control Director Dianne Sauve said Meredith will be cited for transporting the pig in her trunk.

�I was appalled,� Sauve said. �Carrying an animal in a trunk in 90-degree heat, where it�s probably 140 degrees inside, is not acceptable.�

Suave said she planned to meet with county sheriff�s officials Thursday to determine specific charges.

Meredith said the trunk of her Cadillac is air conditioned, and she was planning to eat the pig when it is full grown. �I can�t believe they have the gall,� she said. �I was just trying to help the tiger find his way back home.�

Following a 26-hour search, the tiger, which belonged to actor Steve Sipek, was shot and killed Tuesday after lunging at a wildlife officer.

Duh!

The headline: Prosecution, defense paint very different pictures of Holbrook

The lead: The jury heard two different versions of a man accused of killing his wife on Easter Sunday 2002 just outside of Richmond during the opening statements of a capital murder trial Wednesday in Madison Circuit Court.

Really? I'm in Murray, probably five hours from Richmond, and I could have written that from here, never getting up from my desk. Come on, seriously, that's the most generic lead possible for a murder trial. Sure, the guy has admitted to stabbing his wife, but surely something a little more interesting was said. It's a murder trial in Richmond.

Wednesday, July 14, 2004

Random...

Two afternoons -- hot afternoons at that -- I walked with Katy. Power walked, I suppose. We walked in neighborhoods near her place Monday and Tuesday. Yesterday we even had to briefly detour into some sprinklers spraying someone's grass that conveniently rotated into the street. I don't think shade existed, even though we tried to walk in the more shady (shadier?) streets. It was good though -- the company and the fact getting out like that makes me feel good. Yes, this coming from the person who hates to sweat and choose swimming in high school because even when I got hot in the pool, I couldn't tell I was sweating, well, and swimming doesn't involve much of that hand-eye coordination thing I lack.

I talked to Kevin last night. I had mailed Milla a 6-month birthday outfit and card. He called to thank me for it. You know, he and I had our share -- actually more than our share -- of fights, physically and verbally, growing up. I really wondered if we were ever going to connect on any level beyond this love-hate thing. But Milla changed him. He's always struggled with having focus. He always seemed to be searching for purpose. I don't know much about his relationship with Laine. But I know he loves her and wants to do what he has to for her and Milla. There was drama -- well, as dramatic as my unemotional family gets -- surrounding Laine's pregnancy just because it wasn't part of the preferred order of big life moments. Still, Milla was born and nobody seems to think twice about the situation now. Besides Milla being the most adorable, best behaved baby ever, she has changed and is changing Kevin, and I think people see that. He's more considerate to me, Cassie, Mom, and I'm sure others. He realizes life is about more than himself and he has a daughter depending on him. He works hard and seems to like his electrician job.

Bobo died.

OK, I'm still laughing about this...
Although maybe I shouldn't. Tarzan-wannabe said the authorities committed murder. I'd say they were protecting the community from a wild animal, even if he didn't have claws. What kind of Tiger doesn't have claws? Or as Michael said, "Why couldn't Tarzan catch his own tiger?"

While Tarzan mourns his tiger, I'm glad the story has concluded, as much as it makes me laugh. I couldn't leave you without the finale after all my gigglin' about it:

LOXAHATCHEE, Fla. (AP) � A movie actor who once played Tarzan criticized authorities for killing a tiger that escaped from his home, saying the animal had a �heart of gold.�

The 6-year-old tiger was shot and killed Tuesday when it lunged at a wildlife officer who was trying to capture it.
Steve Sipek, who developed a soft spot for jungle beasts after playing Tarzan in B-movies decades ago, said he doubted the tiger had to be killed.

He said he would have been able to coax the tiger, named Bobo, if officers had called him to the scene before shooting it.

�Murder is the word,� Sipek said. �They murdered a poor helpless animal that only looked ferocious, as any tiger would, but Bobo had a heart of gold.�

A dozen wildlife trackers and sheriff�s deputies had searched more than 24 hours for the animal, which escaped Monday. They had kept watch Tuesday in a five-acre area of dense slash pines and palm trees, hoping to catch it.

Officers approached the tiger intending to shoot it with tranquilizers. But the tiger jumped at one officer, who shot it with a shotgun in self-defense, said Jorge Pino, a spokesman with the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission.

�Needless to say, the owner is very distraught. We�re distraught,� Pino said. �Our concern was to recover this tiger alive and well.�

Some nearby residents, who moved to the rural area so they could have room for their own pets, were less sympathetic.

�What I want to know is when he was in captivity, how long did he go without a feeding?� said Kim Smith, who has horses and dogs that she normally keeps outside. Tigers are predatorial. All of us moved out here because we�re city people wanting a taste of the country. But this is a little funky.�

Wildlife officials had said they did not believe the declawed pet would attack. He was never taught to hunt, and had never killed anything or lived in the wild. However, he did bite a woman working inside his cage two years ago, severely injuring her.
An expert on tiger behavior disagreed that Bobo had posed no danger.

�Tigers are wild animals and they retain hard-wired instincts and to say just because a tiger doesn�t have his claws � so what? He still has his teeth and they�re powerful,� said Ron Tilson, conservation director at the Minnesota Zoo.

Sipek�s compound sits about 10 miles from West Palm Beach, just off a main east-west thoroughfare. Sipek has another tiger, a panther, a cougar and lions on his five-acre compound, which is marked by a sign that reads, �Trespassers will be eaten.�

�He never should have had these animals in the first place,� said Andrea Newell, who grew up two doors away and was visiting family on Tuesday.

The tiger�s escape and the shooting were under investigation, officials said.

Tuesday, July 13, 2004

One more for the day...

I can't stop laughing about this...
The Associated Press keeps moving write-thrus on the wire about this escaped tiger.

Wildlife trackers were maintaining a perimeter around the area, hoping that the tiger, named Bobo, will head back into owner Steve Sipek�s compound later Tuesday for his normal evening feeding. Officials said they are limiting the number of trackers in the area so the cat won�t get spooked.

�He is hunkered down. He�s taking a cat nap,� said Lt. Charles Dennis with the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission.

An escaped tiger update

Apparently the tiger's name is Bobo and the searchers are making progress.

Wildlife trackers, joined by the cat�s owner, Steve Sipek, felt confident they were closing in on the cat, named Bobo, after finding fresh paw prints. They planned to shoot the 6-year-old tiger with tranquilizers but carried shotguns just in case.

Sipek was �very distraught over the whole situation. He feels confident that if he spots the tiger he may be able to talk him into coming to him in a peaceful way,� said Jorge Pino, a spokesman for the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission.


This story is hilarious to me. I mean, I'd probably be scared if a tiger was free-roaming in Murray, but the seriousness is overshadowed by the goofiness of the story.

Gigglin'

This story, even just the first sentence alone, is funny for lots of reasons. My comments are inserted in italics.

LOXAHATCHEE, Fla. (AP) Where? � A 600-pound tiger (That seems awfully large to me.) eluded capture for a second day Tuesday (Come on, it's an animal, catch it.) after escaping from the compound of its owner, a former actor who once played Tarzan. And, really, why does he have a pet Tiger? He just acted like he belongs in a jungle. He actually lives in Florida.

Deputy sheriffs and state game officials set up a perimeter around a search area and started beating the bush again at daybreak, said Willie Puz, spokesman for the Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission. Drama.

The 6-year-old tiger was spotted several times, most recently around 7:30 a.m. Tuesday by a woman who said it was in her back yard (like the neighbor's cat came over...). Officials hoped it would simply grow hungry and return home in search of food, Puz said. As if it really has to come home for food. It could devour anybody or anything if it got that hungry.

The tiger was reported missing Monday afternoon from the home of Steve Sipek, who played Tarzan decades ago under the screen name Steve Hawkes (Hold this thought, this portion of the story gets better...), said Paul Miller, spokesman for the Palm Beach County Sheriff�s Office. Sipek has raised the tiger since it was a cub.

When the first deputies arrived on the scene Monday, the cat (Yes, technically it's a cat, but really...) jumped on top of their car, Miller said. Puz said searchers who spotted it several times Monday evening were never close enough to shoot it with tranquilizer darts. And how close would that be?

Though law enforcement officers were available to escort nervous residents away from the area, Puz said officials were encouraging people to �go about their normal business.�

�The tiger has only roamed about 200 yards from its home, which means it�s not out free-roaming all over,� he said. I'd say free-roaming actually is accurate.

Sipek has another tiger, two lions, a black leopard and a cougar on his property, the Palm Beach Post reported. The cats, mostly castoffs from zoos (Maybe that's the problem.), are usually kept in a mazelike series of interlocking cages.

In February 2002, a 750-pound tiger (That's even larger.) mauled a woman who was helping Sipek during a photo shoot at his compound. She was bit on the head.

In 1985, a tame, three-legged black leopard belonging to Sipek eluded searchers for nearly three days before being found wandering near a fence on his property. A leopard that was missing a leg also eluded searchers? Sipek said at the time that he had been devoted to the big cats (At least they are considered "big cats" now.) ever since one pulled him from a fire during the filming of a Tarzan movie.

According to the Internet Movie Data Base (That sounds like a great source.), �Steve Hawkes� played Tarzan in a series of Spanish-language Tarzan movies around 1970 and was called Zan of the Jungle when they were released in English. (Maybe he really thought he belonged in the jungle among the animals.) He retired from acting after an on-set accident (Involving an animal?), it said.

His property is about 15 miles west of Palm Beach. (Or so that's where Loxahatchee is.) It is bordered by other similar sized estates and mini-ranches, many with livestock. (Maybe that's another part of the problem.) Canals and wooded areas and scrubby brush surround the homes that sit on five-acre lots off dirt roads. (Like the jungle...) Lion County Safari and the swampy Loxahatchee National Wildlife Refuge are a few miles away.

Monday, July 12, 2004

a bloggin' fool

Blogs are weird concepts. The idea of posting random thoughts, observations and ideas in one place is attractive to be for a few reasons: One, I'm random. Two, I'm a writer who finds peace in compiling my thoughts. Three, I'm anal (I guess the nice phrase would be a "perfect melancholy with some "powerful choleric"...) so I like the built-in organization. Also, I like feeling like I have an audience. Yes, I write for myself and could careless if anyone reads it, but from classes in writing I want to have a defined audience. A letter is addressed to a specific person. My newspaper stories are written to the community. My blog is written to an audience of sorts, even if it borders on undefined and possibly non-existent. Throughout my life I've kept journals. Sometimes I write poems. Sometimes I babble seemingly endlessly. Other times I just chronicle events. I share feelings. I quote people I admire or words I like. My traditional journals have been neglected. It's easier to go back and read this. It's all in one place, not separate books on the shelf or in boxes. I just like everything this blog brings together.

And I like making this 21st century noun "blog" into a verb, "bloggin'."

Blogs are sort of entries into people's mind. Maybe as close as we'll ever get. A few of my friends have blogs, and they are a convenient, much-too-modern way to keep up with people. Take Ryan for instance. Quick history: We worked together at The Park at Middletown, a small amusement, miniature golf facility in Louisville. We were friends there, but really got to be friends via e-mail my freshman year of college. He was a senior at St. Xavier High School and I was at Murray State. Somehow we bonded that way, probably because we are both much better at expressing ourselves through these modern forms of communication. He even drove to Murray once to visit. (Although I don't think that will ever happen again because he thinks Murray and Cincinnati are worlds apart.) He moved to Cincinnati, went to college for awhile, started working...
I visited him there a few times, saw some Reds-Cardinals games, rode roller coasters at Kings Island, fought with his former roommate Justin. We'd hang out in Louisville sometimes, usually at Denny's. OK, that's not such a quick history. But there you have it. Well, I sure wished we talked more. I mean, I could tell you a little bit about his baseball team in a northern Kentucky league or about his girlfriend Ann. I know he's alive and I assume well. But even a blog doesn't substitute for friendship. I was hoping I'd get to see him when I go with some friends to Kings Island at the end of the month, but he's going to a wedding of some friends. Sometimes timing and distance hinder good ideas. Memories are good because those are the moments that teach us a little bit more about who we are, who we want to be, where we're going and where we've been. Friends are friends for a reason, and it's good to know nobody can change how we got to where we are.

I've also been thinking about the twisted concept of blogs because of Jessica Cutler and her scandalous Capital Hill sexual activity with only God knows who, all of which was documented on a blog. I talk a lot and let a lot of people into my life on here, but some things probably should be kept inside one's mind and life. Anyway, from articles and interviews I've read about her, I'm fairly certain she loves every ounce of attention she's gotten since leaving her cushy, $25,000-a-year job in D.C. for who knows what beyond a book deal in New York.

I just blogged about bloggin'.

OK, so I'm a country music fan.

I got Rascal Flatts tickets today for their concert at the state fair Aug. 29. Chris Cagle is going to be with them. I didn't realize who he was, but the few songs I now know he sings make me excited about him too.

Let the games continue

Later in the weekend we played Rook with Greg's parents and then Scene It and Balderdash with Jaclyn and her family and Brandon. Games are fun, especially with all our competitive personalities, and they are cheap entertainment. I need to start making a list of games that would make good Christmas presents from the family. Our stock could use a boost.

I also started my scrapbook Saturday night and plan to work more on it tonight. Katy helped me get started, and while I'm a little slow with the creativity right now, I think I'm going to like this, maybe a little too much.

Saturday, July 10, 2004

To the penny would be nice

In our bank statements that came in the mail today we were informed The Murray Bank will start online banking Aug. 1. Thank God. Maybe then I will able to get the checkbook balanced to the penny, unlike the past few months we I can't account for a few dollars and a few more cents here and there. At least the checkbook is off to my advantage. The banks says I have more money than I think I have. It's nice the local bank is coming into the 21st century.

Refreshed

So I came home from work yesterday with a bad attitude. It was a mixture of sadness, bitterness and frustration combined with my too emotional mind set. I was dreading hosting the 14 people we invited over for dinner and games. I cleaned and made a side dish and dessert after work. Then Greg came home and cleaned some. We didn't talk much then I yelled and cried a little, not really at him, just at the situation. Then everything was out and I was ready to move on. Refreshing, really. Yes, I'm emotional, but at the same time that's just me looking for answers and explanations.

So people came over and we all had a good time eating hamburgers and hot dogs and playing games -- Scene It (Katy, Jaclyn, Brandon and I won), Outburst (Katy, Jaclyn, Chad, Bryan and I won), and Trivia Pursuit (Katy, Bryan, Eric and I won). Apparently Katy and I are the game masters. Our team even came from behind in Trivia. We had three pie pieces when the other team (Greg, Chad, John and Brandon) got to the middle for the final question. We gave them a brown (literature) question and the missed it. They went out and eventually back and missed several other brown questions. Meanwhile, we got some pieces, reached the middle and answered "John Grisham" for the win. At 1 a.m. the last people left and Greg and I went to bed cuddly. I only say cuddly because I told you I was refreshed.

Sleeping in was good this morning. I love reading newspapers on Saturday mornings. I cleaned up from last night, talked to Mom, surprised Greg with Dumplin's lunch and watched the Cardinals beat the Cubs. Eight games up. Well, I say I watched the Cardinals, truth be told, though, I dozed off and on, mostly off, during the game. I guess I needed some more sleep.

I've been thinking about love languages. I love by giving. Whether it's my husband or friends, I love by giving presents, cards, Post-It Notes and attention. Everyone loves differently and loves to be loved in certain ways. Often the way I love is the way I love to be loved. Sometimes it's important to love people the way they love naturally, even if it's not personally naturally. What speaks most lovingly to one person might not speak most powerfully to another. I have to remember not everyone will love me exactly the way I love them, and that's OK.

Friday, July 9, 2004

Complicated

Sometimes I wonder if I'm settling for Murray for the sake of settling. I generally like it here. But when I'm overly sad or happy I wish I was in Louisville. When I graduated from college, I told myself I'd never live in Murray. Sure, visit. But live? Not so much. Then I changed my mind, decided love with worth it. Worth moving away from my family. Some days it seems worth it. Some days I wish I could just move my world back to where I seem to fall back on naturally. I believe everything happens for a reason. Maybe this is to make me stronger. Maybe this is to teach me patience. Maybe this is to make me rely on myself and not run to familiarity.

I cried today at work this afternoon. I HATE crying at work. I actually am not fond of crying, but it's a natural release for me. Thank the perfect melancholy personality for that. Without details, I cried because I have a friend at work who is the best friend I've made in a long time and Greg doesn't care for my friendship with him. To a point I understand. But then I think about how Greg should give him a chance, see why he's my friend. I'm almost insulted, as silly as that sounds. I'm sure there is a lesson in all of this. I'm just not sure what it could be. Greg says we hang out all of the time at work, but, like I told Michael, life sure is more fun outside of this office. I like my job, but I love my friends. And I hate that right now I feel like I live in two worlds that can't seem to mesh.

Sometimes I just wish life could be as simple as it seems on the surface.

Katie!

I might get to see Katie Kerns at the beginning of August. That would be fabulous. She's trying to make plans to fly to Louisville from Boston for a friend's wedding. And if she's that close I'll make a way to see her, even if it is just for lunch or ice cream. We emailed and talked on the phone yesterday, and I am just reminded how lucky I am to have her. Growing up together seems so long ago, but something clicked when she, a fifth-grader, moved next door when I was in sixth grade. It hasn't mattered if we were at different colleges in the same state or living 20-something hours apart, she knows me better than most people. We were spoiled both living in Lexington last year, but I think it recharged our friendship. If only she and Brad move to Nashville next...

Wednesday, July 7, 2004

Sometimes

Sometimes
the words are too few.
I rely upon
gestures and glares,
hugs and stares
to let people know
how I feel.
Even for a writer,
I can't string together words to complete a thought.
Sometimes
frustration
makes
my
words
fickle.
Sometimes
love
makes
my
words
too
loose.
Sometimes
the emotions collide
and clutter my heart.

Sometimes
the words are too many.
I seem desperate
to explain a thought,
but string together fragments, dancing around it.
Even for a writer,
this babble is far from brilliant
and certainly not concise.
Sometimes
love
becomes
lost
in
lingering
letters.
Sometimes
emotions
take
over
and
I laugh
and cry.

Tuesday, July 6, 2004

comments on concerts

If I wanted to hear songs just like they sound on a CD, I'd drive around with the CD playing. But when I go to concerts I want to hear live music, even variations of the recorded version. That's why I love Dave Matthews in concert. I'll recognize a song, then never quite know what Dave will sing or his band will play. Today at work a guy was talking about how he didn't like it when musicians mixed up their songs live. He said he'd prefer for everything to sound like the CD. He also said he didn't like it when they talked. Come on. Why even go to a concert?

weekend run-down

Our computer at home is dying, or maybe I should go ahead and pronounce it dead, so I've been writing this blog in my head all weekend.

I don't really understand parades or fireworks and why they are appealing. Parades just involve a lot of random people walking or riding down the street and even more random people watching them from the sidewalk. What's that about? Then fireworks. I guess once anyone has seen Thunder of Louisville any other fireworks show is ruined. They are pretty for a minute, then they just keep going. I don't think it's that I'm unpatriotic. (I mean, I love Toby Keith.) I think it has more to do with wanting purpose and meaning in everything. Or maybe the fact my in-laws love parades and fireworks. Like the joke the other night at a Republican dinner, although apparently the Democrats made the same joke: Republicans think every day is the Fourth of July. Democrats think every day is April 15th.

Saturday we went to the parade and people kept asking me if I wanted candy. No, I have diabetes. Eating candy probably isn't the smartest thing in the world. While I mocked them in my head, though, my blood sugar dropped, and I needed to eat a peppermint. I would have rather had a cinnamon candy, but Greg's cousin was more willing to part with the peppermint. Beggars can't be choosers, right? Then we went to Pagliai's for lunch. (The choice came down to Pagliai's or Mr. Gatti's. Um, that's a toss up of maybe the two worst places in Murray. Oh well, I cast the deciding vote, so I'm not complaining.) I took a nap Saturday afternoon until it was time to go to Serenity and Patrick's shower shin-dig. Serenity is probably my favorite of Greg's cousins. She works in logistics at John Deere in Iowa and is marrying a guy at least 10 years older than her. (I think it's actually 11 or so.) Anyway, he's cool, though. So it was fun hanging out with them this weekend.

That night we went to the country concert at Murray State. Jimmy Wayne was good. His songs blurred the line between rock and country. And Greg swears one sounded more R&B, but that's Greg's opinion that new country isn't like old country. Well, OK, but that doesn't mean a black man is interchangeable on a Jimmy Wayne song. John Anderson was old country -- On A Straight Tequila Night and Swingin'. Greg enjoyed him the most; I could have lived without that hour of the show. Sara Evans was great. Not only was she adorable with her pregnant belly, but her songs were great, too.

Sunday we continued the Taylor Fourth of July celebration with a cook-out and swim party at David and Jennifer's. It would have better if the sun would have stayed out. I mean, I didn't even get sunburned. But Jaclyn and Bryan went over there with us, so I had a good time hanging out with her. Good thing she was there because Gary must have decided sometime Saturday I wasn't cool enough to pay attention to again and Angela pretty much doesn't acknowledge me either. I would think I was just beginning to develop an insecure complex with the in-laws, but Jaclyn noticed too, and I didn't even tell her to pay attention to how they ignore me. Of course, Elijah cried a lot Saturday and Sunday. He was best at the parade, which doesn't make any sense because sometimes all those sirens drive me crazy and if I were a 6-month-old child I might even cry. But he didn't. No he waited until later in the day and the weekend. Although, I must say, Elijah is cuter than he used to be. He's grown into his funky-shaped head and is a cute baby.

Jaclyn and I went shopping in Clarksville yesterday. My sister's wasn't in town, though, because she's at home for the summer, so going to Clarksville wasn't quite as good as when I get to hang out with her too. But we found some good stuff at Old Navy and I bought Milla at Target. We ate at Steak-N-Shake and later ate a soft pretzel from Auntie Anne's. Oh, and we went to Books-A-Million. I love that place. Well, actually I like Barnes and Noble and Joseph-Beth better, but I have to take what I can get.

I think I'll have more to say later.

Friday, July 2, 2004

It's Friday!

I've neglected the blog this week, but I really haven't had anything to say. One could probably argue I've posted many times without any clear point...

Murrayans love their Fourth of July. A parade, country concert, fireworks, baseball tournament, youth activities. I'm sure the list could go on. I guess it just a good time to promote the little city, but, still, I don't quite understand. I do like that the country concert usually involves somebody pretty good. That would be Sara Evans and Jimmy Wayne this year. Hey, I can't complain for $4. I'm sure I'll get roped into going to the parade. Greg's family loves parades. The thing is, I don't know if the LOVE parades or they think they should like them because everybody in Murray likes parades. This town has more parades than anywhere I've been. Angela and Charles are bringing baby Elijah into town; I'm sure he'll cry again when everybody is around. There's a family cookout/shower for Greg's cousin Serenity and her fiance Patrick on Saturday. On Sunday, we're doing the annual swimming/grilling out party at his uncle and aunt's house. Those are some good summertime activities -- if only the rain will hold off.

This week has been typical. Fairly busy at work. A few things to cover in the evenings. I did go see Spider-Man 2 Wednesday night. I figured even being opening night the crowd would be less than this weekend. It was good. It went well with the first one, which is what I like to see in a sequel. I read several reviews that said this was one of the few sequels that's better than the original. I don't know if I would go that far. Speaking of sequels, that makes me think about a trilogy. I'd like to watch all of the Scream movies. Maybe I can do that this weekend. Afterall, I do get Monday off. Explain that. Yeah, Fourth of July is Sunday, but word has it Christmas and New Year's are on Saturdays and we don't get any extra day off. I'm proud to be an American and vote regularly, but why is the extra holiday necessary in July but neglected in December and January?

Wow, for not having much to say, I said a lot.