Friday, January 28, 2005

an anniversary of sorts

A year ago today I was diagnosed with diabetes and spent three days in the hospital learning about this mystery-like disease. In some ways it seems so much longer than that, and in other ways it seems like yesterday. Time is a funny thing like that.

Tuesday, January 25, 2005

This week...

Court reporting could be a full time job at the Murray Ledger & Times.

reading, reading ... done.

It's a mixed blessing to be reading a book that is so addicting that I don't want to put it down. Then I finish it faster than I want to because it's over when I don't want it to be over. That's what happened with James Patterson's "3rd Degree," which I finished last night after starting it Sunday morning.

Monday, January 24, 2005

weekend run-down

I love weekends that just give me a chance to hang out.

Basketball sums up Saturday in my world. We watched UK beat LSU then went to see Greg's cousin Quinnen's Little League game. Then we came back home for awhile and Austin Peay happened to be on TV, so we watched that and listened to the commentator talk about Cassie's boyfriend, Zac, and how "He's just got game." Then we went to the Murray State game that night. It was a pretty packed house and a good game.

After church on Sunday, we went to lunch with some friends then Greg and I went to his aunt and uncle's house, where he watched football and I helped his cousin Camee with a scrapbook she, a cheerleader, had to make a football player for high school. That's kind of a demanding project to assign someone, but it was fun to work on. Then I walked with Jaclyn. Walking always makes me feel better even if I didn't know I needed to feel better. We ate pizza for dinner with Katy and Chad and watched more football with them.

I wanted to Steelers to win, mainly because I thought it would be cool if a rookie quarterback got to play in the Super Bowl. But the Patriots winning is OK with me too because now I get to see more of Tom Brady. He's nice to look at.

Friday, January 21, 2005

Take these chances/Place them in a box until a quieter time

Dave Matthews is going to be in "Because of Winn-Dixie." The movie is based on a children's chapter book. It comes out in February.

I had no idea he was in "Where the Red Fern Grows" in 2003.

I'm going to the library to find the book.

Google is a verb.

Jerry Brewer wrote a good column in The Courer-Journal today. I believe this is the first time I have ever said this about Brewer, who happens to be Pat Forde's replacement, for a lack of a better word. But he can't REPLACE Pat Forde.

Anyway, here's my favorite part:

In this new age, any search for a spell breaker must begin with Google. The term "google" is now in the dictionary, you know. If trying to describe Internet meandering, use it. It's the coolest verb since scintillate.

Anyway, the (Web) search for help was dangerous. The evil out there could be persuasive, like the link that read "Put a curse on anyone for $24.95." Hmm, affordable.

You'll have to read for yourself what that really has to do with Louisville basketball. Oh, but it does.

The Mayo Jar and The Coffee

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the coffee...

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar.

He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full.

They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else.

He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes." The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar,
effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things -- your God, your family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions -- things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car.

The sand is everything else-the small stuff. "If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

It was nice to read this in a week I've been really busy for no other reason that it made it slow down for a few minutes. I don't even like mayo or coffee. :)

Tuesday, January 18, 2005


It's amazing what a good lunch and a change in clothes (I was trying to look nice in the sweater, but it's too hot in here so I settled for a thinner shirt...) can do for me. Ah...

snap out of it

Lately when I wake up, I want to go back to sleep because I feel like I haven't slept. But I really did, like eight hours without waking up. Then I just feel so achy and worn out. Like I need to stretched out. Mix in some headaches and I start to get frustrated.

Then sometimes not feeling well makes me sensitive, and I tend to expect more than what is necessary and I'm open enough with Greg that I get snappy because I get disappointed in his response.

Such is my morning, at least part of my morning.

Michael had some wise advice, and I need to retain it: Just love him for who he is and what he does. That's right. Because he does a good job of taking care of me, even when I'm stubborn, and I should be thankful.

I think I'm slightly bitter our weekend didn't include an activity in Memphis. I was hoping he'd plan something for me, knowing I'd never been there. I guess that's the price I pay for being married to someone who doesn't like cities. Time to move on.

These Are Days

This is the 10,000 Maniacs song replaying in my head today:

These are
These are days you�ll remember
Never before and never since, I promise
Will the whole world be warm as this
And as you feel it,
You�ll know it�s true
That you � you are blessed and lucky
It�s true � that you
Are touched by something
That will grow and bloom in you

These are days you�ll remember
When May is rushing over you
With desire to be part of the miracles
You see in every hour
You�ll know it�s true
That you are blessed and lucky
It�s true that you are touched
By something that will grow and bloom in you

These are days
These are the days you might fill
With laughter until you break
These days you might feel
A shaft of light
Make its way across your face
And when you do
You�ll know how it was meant to be
See the signs and know their meaning
You�ll know how it was meant to be
Hear the signs and know they�re speaking
To you, to you

Monday, January 17, 2005

Like the Weather

Today's theme song, courtesy Natalie and the 10,000 Maniacs:

...The color of the sky is grey as I can see through the blinds.
Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again
with a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather.
A quiver in my voice as I cry,

"What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away?"
I shiver, quiver, and try to wake.

Thoughts from Tunica, Mississippi

Casinos are weird to me. The psychology behind the atmosphere is suppose to draw people in and get them to stay there, but the whole environment really does the exact opposite for me. The crowded aisles between games, smoke smell, flashing light, annoying sounds, ugly carpet ... everything makes me want to get out, not stay around a spend my money.

Our hotel room was really nice though, and I used it to catch up on some sleep. And we ate some really good meals.

Oh, and the best part, the hotel room and delicious meal at N'awlins was free and we're going to be reimbursed for the rest of our meals, thanks to the Calloway County Bar Association.

Not everything went exactly as planned (I was really hoping for a long, relaxing bubble bath in the oversized tub, but I forgot to factor in how heat like that affects my blood sugar and remembered the hard way. And the outlet stores were sort of disappointing.), but it was a nice chance to get just get away from after a busy week and hang out with Greg.

I broke out 10,000 Maniacs' MTV Unplugged album on our drive down Friday and again this morning coming to work...
I forgot how much I love that CD. One of my top five, definitely.

Thursday, January 13, 2005

chain reaction...

I hate when a situation at work gets the best of my spirit and in turn Greg gets the worst of my attitude.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

As I consider a Diet Dr Pepper...

I think about how maybe I've been getting headaches because I've been drinking less caffeine.

Monday, January 10, 2005


A Kentuckian was doing some shopping in downtown Lexington. He looked up at the top of a tall building and discovered a man ready to jump...

"Stop," he yelled, "remember you're someone who has value!"
The man yelled back, "I loved everything in the stock market."

"But remember you're important to your wife," yelled the Kentuckian.
"She divorced me and took everything I had that was not in the stock market."

"Your children, remember your children," yelled the Kentuckian.
"They never call," said the man.

"Then think of all the Wildcat basketball games you will miss," yelled the Kentuckian.
The man shouted, "But I am a Cardinals fan."

The Kentuckian replied, "Jump, dumbass, jump!"

Sunday, January 9, 2005

sleep, basketball, pictures, a move and some cats

I think I might be blogging for the sake of blogging...

Yesterday morning I woke up and looked at the clock. I panicked when I saw it said 6:51. But then I realized it was Saturday and I could stay in bed. What a fabulous feeling...

I had lofty plans to clean and organize and shop for a few things for the house. Only a portion, a small portion, of that got done, but I had a good day anyway. Katy and I walked. It was nice to walk in the daytime. Then later Greg and I went over to Katy and Chad's for chili and a game of Aggravation. The girls were victorious. We're on a good streak. Greg and I volunteered for the Red Cross, working in a concession stand at the MSU women's game as a fund-raiser, and then stayed around for the men's game. I covered it for the AP. Good game. Well, good game in the sense it was exciting. There were some questionable calls for both teams and the teams weren't the most skilled things I've ever seen...

But I love overtime games, especially when my team (MSU 80, EKU 78 OT) comes out on top. I can't decide if I like just watching as a total spectator or sitting on press row. Each has it's advantages. One advantage of press row is the sound from all sides of the arena mixing with the shouts and words of the players. It's all right there. I love that.

It's disappointing Kentucky didn't beat Kansas today. How about Ravi Moss, though? The walk-on played well. What happened to Chuck Hayes? I thought all he did was win?

I was thinking Friday night when I walked into the press room at work to get a drink, I love the smell of ink. Maybe it's appropriate I work at a newspaper, huh? Thursday afternoon Michael and I were working on a swim feature story and when I walked into the pool, actually I like a few steps before I opened the door, I remembered how much I love the smell of chlorine. Man, it made me want to swim.

I've been reminiscing lately, and about more than just smells.

I'm working on a scrapbook about people in my life. So far I've done pages on Katie Mitchell, Lori, KatieKerns, Cassie and girlfriends in general. I have several more planned. It's be fun to look through old pictures. In fact, KatieKerns will have some funny ones on the way to Boston soon.

My mom called me today and said she's officially out of the house. I heard Kali (that's the cat...) meowing in the background. Apparently she wasn't too happy about moving. I told my mom I hoped Kali didn't have a heart attack on the way there. I can't seem to figure out how she is, but she's getting up there.

Side note: Elizabeth, do you know how old Kali is? My dad and I actually had a conversation last time I was home about you giving her to me. Dad seemed to think we got her from a teacher at Liberty, but that was actually Whiskers, the first cat the Hill family owned. Then I found Boots and Muffin at Liberty during a Christmas break and went on to write a story about for a Young Author's contest. Anyway, then Kali came along. But I have to say, they didn't all overlap like that. Whiskers overlapped Boots and Muffin, but Whiskers and Boots eventually died, leaving Muffin to overlap Kali. Man, and to think, I'm allergic to some cats now...

Wednesday, January 5, 2005

random notes on day three of my headache

1. I walked with Katy last night. Wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants (and my trusty UK hat..). In JANUARY! Gotta love Kentucky weather.

2. Ashlee Simpson disappointed me during halftime of the Orange Bowl last night. I hate to admit Kelly Clarkson was a little better and the U2 video with the highlight montage was even better. The first-quarter interview with Toby Keith was much better than all that performance stuff, especially because at that point he was only beginning to get disappointed.

3. The last three mornings my blood sugar has dropped. That adds to an existing three-day headache I can't seem to get rid of. I woke up this morning, like the past couple of mornings, feeling like I hadn't slept even though I actually was out for about eight hours straight. For the last few days, I just feel like I muster (I LOVE that word!) up enough energy to do what I need to do and then I crash, feeling drained. I'm doing my best not to get frustrated.

4. Greg got his pop-a-shot machine assembled last night. As much as I was against having it at first, I had a lot of fun playing it last night. And I even beat Greg once. 26-24. But he beat me the other four times and my right arm was sore when it was all said and done.

5. I have a new scrapbooking tool. QuicKutz. I hate when C-words are spelled with a K, even when trying to be clever. But the tool will be really fun once I find some time to play. Maybe tonight.

Tuesday, January 4, 2005

Garden State

So I keep asking people if they've seen "Garden State." But nobody seems to have watched it. But I did find Zach Braff's blog, and I mean HIS blog. The funniest part to me is all the fans who posted comments about loving him and hoping to hear from him. Yes, I read the blog and a very few comments (There were thousands...), but I did NOT post a comment and profess my love to him.

Apparently his brother wrote a book -- "The Unthinkable Thoughts of Jacob Green." I think I might have to find a copy of that. Critics say Joshua Braff is as funny and creative as his brother. We'll see.

I don't watch "Scrubs," though, and that's his claim to fame, I believe.

Here are some movie quotes:

Andrew Largeman (Zach Braff): You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff that idea of home is gone.

Sam (Natalie Portman): I still feel at home in my house.

Andrew Largeman: You'll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this right of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for you kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.

and later...

Andrew Largeman: You know, this necklace makes me think of this totally random memory of my mother. I was a little kid, and I was crying for whatever reason. And she was cradling me, rocking me back and forth, and I can just remember the silver balls rolling around. And there was snot dripping all over my face. She offered me her sleeve and told me to blow my nose. I can can remember, even as a little kid, thinking to myself, "This is love... this is love."

It's not all mushy. There are some really funny, quirky parts...

Sam: If you can't laugh at yourself, life is going to seem a whole lot longer than you'd like.

The movie is really, really random at first. Greg and I kept saying, "Who are these people?" But it all ties nicely together through the drama and laughs...

Andrew Largeman: This isn't a conversation about this being over. I'm not like, putting a period at the end of this. I'm putting like... an ellipses on it.

Then later, at the end of the movie...

Andrew Largeman: You remember that idea I had about working stuff out on my own and then finding you once I figured stuff out?

Sam: The ellipsis?

Andrew Largeman: Yes, the ellipsis. It's dumb. It's dumb. It's an awful idea. I'm not gonna do it, okay? 'Cause like you said, this is it. This is life. And I'm in love with you, Samantha. I think that's the only thing I've ever been really sure of in my entire life.

Go rent it. I think I'm going to watch it again.


When I was a kid, I love rearranging my bedroom furniture. One of the perks of the biggest bedroom in the house, I suppose.

Last night, Greg and I rearranged our furniture at home.

I added a china cabinet to the living room area off the kitchen and then we swapped out the couches in the TV room and the living room area. (I keep saying living room area because I don't really know what to call that area. In the future, when time and money make it possible, I want to make that room and the kitchen one big room...) It was Greg's idea, then he re-nigged on it, but I decided I liked the original idea because I like our newer couches better than the older ones and it was silly to have them in the room we use less. So now my favorite couches are in my favorite room. That TV room is the best in the whole house, and I'm hoping I get to transform the rest of the house to make it as inviting.

Then, motivated by a pop-a-shot machine, Greg started cleaning the basement. There is just all kinds of crap down there that has accumulated since his great-grandmother lived there. But we started making trash and give-away piles and Greg got the vacuum out. It'll come along. Even once we get it cleaned up, it still needs a lot of work, but at least I won't feel the need to wear shoes when I go down there to do laundry. And I don't know if Greg's pop-a-shot machine will even fit, but that has more to do with the height of the ceilings and less to do with me.

Some random boxes remain, but we're coming along with the reorganization of 1103 Sycamore St.

Oh, and I think I forgot to mention that the awning over our back porch fell last week because of the all the snow and ice piled on top of the wimpy metal structure I didn't like anyway. Now we need to decide what we're going to do with the back porch. It needs something, I'm just not sure what.

Monday, January 3, 2005

a reflection of sorts

Ah, the first post of a new year...

So here I go reflecting on the last few days of the last year.

I cut out of the work early on Thursday. (I think that was to the dismay of my editor, but so be it...) Greg and I met Rick and Melissa (my uncle and aunt from Yellowstone), Poppy, Mom and Cassie for dinner. Greg and I met Shelley and Evan for lunch on Friday. Seeing Shelley is always good and Evan is a good kid. He's 17 months old. But seeing Shelley is different when Evan is there because conversations are interrupted with Evan wanting attention or whatever else. Don't get me wrong, it was fun, but it just opened up my eyes to how being a mom changes everything. She said she doesn't even usually get to go to the bathroom by herself because Evan is always right there. I know the rewards for being a mom must totally outweigh the sacrifices.

Friday afternoon Greg and I moved a couple of Suburban-loads of stuff to my parents new place. That's right. It's official. Kevin, Laine and Milla technically occupy 5311 Schureck Court now. But my parents aren't completely out because they are waiting for new carpet to be laid at their new place, which is a patio home off Bardstown Road near the Gene Snyder.

We celebrated New Year's with some friends in Nicholasville. I hadn't seen most of these friends since we moved in August 2003, so it was fun to catch up. I hadn't been to Lexington since we moved either, and technically I still haven't because Corbitt and Rod live in Nicholasville and we took back roads from Versailles to get there. We played games and ate and talked until we turned the TV on to see the ball drop at midnight. At 11:48.20 Greg said he was going to the bathroom.

Um, no, get back here.

I need the midnight kiss even though I think the tradition is a little silly. I do however love having a new desk calendar ready to go and a new day-by-day flip calendar. (This year's flip calendar is complete with quotes about the First Amendment. It's a nice change, although I will probably miss the Scrabble one, which featured some awfully hard games.)

Saturday morning we headed back to Oldham County with Greg's friend Mark following us. They watched football that afternoon and I just helped around the house before I went shopping and to dinner with Kelly. (Side note: Kelly is engaged to Carlos!) Sunday included a few more errands and another trip to the new place before we loaded the china cabinet from Mom and dishwasher and sewing machine from Poppy into the Suburban and headed back to Murray. We drove the Surburban, knowing we'd have some stuff to bring back with my parents moving out of their house and having lived there basically all of my lifetime.

I watched "Garden State" this weekend. Cassie told me it was one of the best movies she's ever seen. When I started watching it, I wasn't so sure I heard her right. But as the movie went on, I liked it more and more. And the more I think about it, the more I like it. It's a good story and has some really neat camera shots. I want to watch it again actually.

Anyone who knows the trip from Louisville to Murray will appreciate the following story: The Suburban gives a little more sleeping room, so I laid across the front seat before we made it from my grandpa's house near the Watterson Expressway to I-65 and was out until mile marker 60 on the Western Kentucky Parkway. We stopped at Central City so I could pee and after briefly considering staying awake for the rest of the trip I was out again until we were getting on U.S. 641 from the Purchase Parkway. Nothing like time flyin' when I'm sleepin'.

Happy new year and happy first birthday, Elijah.