Wednesday, August 30, 2006

life has a beautiful way of remaking itself

Ironic thing is I started this blog entry last week after I read some Donald Miller, but then I got busy and never finished it. So here I am today, waiting for people to return phone calls, and I'm thinking about the same sort of thing:

I react. I don't tend to let things be easily.

"I realized I spent much of my time reacting. If somebody offended me, I was quick to react rather than consider what reacting was going to cost me, and whether the price was too much to pay to get revenge. I've found if a guy can control his emotions, he is going to go a great deal further in life."

I swear, my favorite thing about this man is he says, well, writes, the things we all think at some point. This next quote it is totally me. I always replay conversations over in my head, reminding myself of the bigger picture. I wish I naturally saw the bigger picture from the beginning.

"Sometimes I wish I could go back in time, sit down with myself and explain things were going to be okay, that everybody loses ground sometimes and it doesn't mean anything. It's the way life works. This is hard to understand in the moment. You get to thinking about the girl who rejected you, the job you got fired from, the test you failed, and you lose sight of the big picture - the fact that life has a beautiful way of remaking itself every few weeks. The things that matter right now aren't going to matter a month from now, a year from now."

Fuzzy math in busy bathrooms at a concert

(Well, not really, but all of those things are included separately ...)

* I think the signs in the restrooms at restaurants/gas stations/etc. that say employees must wash their hands before returning to work are pointless. I mean, seriously, anyone who doesn't want to wash their hands isn't going to change their mind just because a plastic sign is instructing them to do so.

* I have a mental block about my age. I don't care to share it; I just can't usually think of it without doing a little math. My endocrinologist asked me how old I was (even though she had my birthdate on the sheet in front of her) and I told her 28. Well, my math was off ... I'm only 27. See, usually I subract 1980 from the current year and add one, assuming I've had my birthday already. Yeah, I don't know what I was thinking Monday morning. And it's not just a Monday morning thing these days.

* Busyness has been the theme. At work I'm trying to work on more stories than I really have time for. At home I'm trying to help Greg with this real estate venture. We spent Friday night to Monday morning in Louisville, and I'm still not completely unpacked. Cleaning up at home is definitely in order.

* Gary Allan and Rascal Flatts were good Sunday night. I saw Rascal Flatts two years ago, and this time was much more produced. I guess that comes with fame. Here are the set lists:

GARY ALLEN
Nothing On But the Radio
Man to Man
Life Ain't Always Beautiful
I Would Rather Be Lonely Without You
Tough Little Boys
Drinkin' Dark Whiskey
Best I Ever Had
Songs About Rain
Man of Me
Right Where I Need to Be

RASCAL FLATTS
Where Are You
Love You Out Loud
Melt
Me and My Gang
Feels Like Today
Hotel California
Cool Thing
Mayberry
Skin
Moving On
Broken Road
These Days
Fast Cars and Freedom
Here's to You
(Encore)
What Hurts the Most
Life is a Highway

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Hangin' Around in Nashville

The Counting Crows sure didn't disappoint. Well, they could have played longer. But I sure loved what I heard while sitting/standing in the lawn at Starwood Amphitheater:

Have You Seen Me Lately?
Mrs. Potter's Lullaby
Omaha
Time and Time Again
Perfect Blue Buildings
Miami
Black and Blue
Murder for One
A Long December
Hangin' Around

(encore)
Mr. Jones
Holiday in Spain

The Counting Crows and Goo Goo Dolls shared the bill, so they each played about an hour and 15 minutes. A guy named Eliot Morris opened for them. He was good. Then surprise: I had actually heard one of his songs before -- on a Crayola commercial.

Monday, August 21, 2006

Pin it down and move on ...

"My friend assures me, 'It's all or nothing.' But I am not really worried; I am not overly concerned. You try to tell yourself the things you try tell yourself to make yourself forget, to make yourself forget ..."

You know those days that getting back into bed only to get out again and start over seems like the only solution ... Yeah, I'm having one. And for no good reasons. I could make all kinds of excuses, but it really comes down to things not going the way I had envisioned, a combination of emotions and one too many things on my mind. Overload indeed. And probably overly concerned about things of which I have no control.

"... so maybe I should just snap her up in a butterfly net; pin her down on a photograph album ..."

Last night I actually scrapbooked a page about a concern/wish/hope that isn't as secret as I sometimes wish. Other times, like when I ran into an aquaintance at the lab where I got my blood drawn this morning, I just spill open. Maybe that's not such a bad thing ...

So, back to the present, now I'm home and I've got 90 minutes or so to renew my attitude. It will help that then I'm off with some friends to see the Goo Goo Dolls and Counting Crows. The Goo Goo Dolls are good, but the Counting Crows are probably one of my top three favorite bands. I say this because I could listen to their CDs over and over again without getting tired of them. I tend to go through music phases, but not with them.

I hope they put "Anna Begins" on their set list.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

what I used to hear

I happened upon some good music I had totally forgotten about while looking through some mp3 songs on a CD from college. I was personalizing ringtones on my phone, but I ended up reminiscing. I've been doing a lot of that lately.

Tonight I'm doing it to Jackopierce and Shannon Worrell.

Really, it all just makes me want to talk to an old friend and make a mix CD of my past addictions and the newer ones. I think the latter is more likely to happen.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

cold sores and curiosity

* My whole life I've randomly gotten cold sores -- or are they really called canker sores? Either way, not a big deal, they go away eventually. But, man, the last two I've gotten have been bears.

Last week I had one underneath my tongue on the left side. This week, there's one about the same place on my right side. Trouble is, they hit my tongue when I talk. Super annoying. Then I find myself gritting my teeth, so of keeping my tongue from touching back there. All of that leads to a full-blown headache. It's a vicious cycle, really.

The worst part: It's ridiculous that something so small hurts so dang bad. (Yes, I've tried different sprays and oinments ... I'm on my third version right now. Hopefully it will prove helpful.)

* Sometimes I feel trapped in Murray. Not so much in a bad way. I just find myself wondering about what we'll do from here -- both me individually as a professional and us as a family. I want to raise my kids here, so that's our purpose down the road when God sees fit. I say "kids," but really "kid" would do fine for now!

Regardless, I just have been in a place of curiosity of purpose and identity ... and I got a phone call that reminded me there are options. The options specifically discussed don't appeal to me, but it was nice to be reminded that I'm not really trapped. And those moments remind me that I'm actually pretty content.

With that said, the infertility thing wore me down so I sort of took a break from thinking about it. I think I'm recharged enough -- emotionally -- to start dealing with it again. I sat the idea to the side, but I'm about ready to pick it up again and see where we go.

Tuesday, August 8, 2006

I wonder ...

if having my story on this blog make me a "real" reporter.

I don't know.

But this weekend was the annual Fancy Farm Picnic. For those unfamiliar: Think old-time political stump speeches on the grounds of a small, country Catholic church. The crowd is split down the middle, almost literally, with Republicans on the right and Democrats on the left. Appropriate.

Well, I felt like the crowd was down a little this year. (It draws 10,000-15,000 people.) And the number of signs in the crowd was definitely down. But the drama was there.

For a reporter, it was a good time.

In unrelated matters:

* I also finished the first season of "Boston Legal" on DVD and am anxiously awaiting the second season, which comes out in late September.

* And I started James Patterson's new book, "Judge & Jury."

Police Happenings

I was typing some items into the police for tomorrow and came across another funny one. I had an ongoing list for awhile that I was saving -- just for the sake of saving. Until today, I hadn't added anything lately. But I was laughing out loud re-reading what I already had, so I thought it was worth sharing.

Calloway County Sheriff’s Department
• A caller reported at 7:37 p.m. Jan. 15, 2005, someone stole her father’s ashes.
• A caller from Pottertown Road reported at 12:29 a.m. Jan. 19, 2005, someone had been in her house and left part of her horse’s tail on the dining table.
• A girl reported at 11:03 p.m. Jan. 25, 2005, she was at The Keg restaurant and another girl walked in wearing a pair of her jeans.
• A caller from Boggess Drive reported identity theft at 2:48 p.m. Feb. 2, 2005. The caller has a $1,300 cell phone bill and he doesn’t have a cell phone.
• A caller reported at 2:54 p.m. March 18, 2005, a ham being stolen from her freezer at an Alex Forks Drive residence.
• A caller reported at 9:01 p.m. April 8, 2005, his phone was stolen. A deputy tried to call him but there was no answer.
• A caller reported there was a little man pulling up satellite dishes and wires during the morning of April 19, 2005. The man had exotic animals and little people with him. He was gone when a deputy arrived.
• A suspicious circumstance was reported at 7:20 p.m. Sunday, Sept. 18, 2005, at a Hub Erwin Road residence. The caller shot a dove and found a note attached to its leg. It read: “I’m being held in a well on Rowe School Road. Please help me.” Henry County (Tenn.) deputies were notified.
Marshall County Sheriff’s Department
• A deputy investigated a burglary at Mr. Gatti’s on Monday, Aug. 7, 1006. Someone pried the restaurant door open, entered the building and took approximately $5 in change.

Tuesday, August 1, 2006

Since temporarily abandoning my blog ...

... I've almost sold my Prizm.

... We saw "You, Me and Dupree" ... and laughed out loud many times. I figured it would be slap-stick funny, and it was, but surprisingly (good surprise) there was a plot to go along with that. And Lance Armstrong even has a cameo as himself.

... With nothing good on the television in summertime, I've been renting the first season of "Boston Legal." Good stuff. Funny stuff. I wanted to watch it during the regular season but a girl has to choose her shows wisely. Plus watching shows on DVDs is great. I mean, you don't even have fast forward the commercials ... because they aren't there! And if I want to watch three episodes in one sitting, I can. Of all the attorneys, Alan Shore is my favorite. He's ruthless but hilarious. In his monologues -- whether in court or to another attorney or client in the office -- always poke fun but end up making a point. Of the women attorneys, I particularly like Tara Wilson. Right now (in disc three of season one) they are together -- but I use that loosely because the office soap operas are brewing -- and their interaction is particularly entertaining to me.

... Greg is in job transition. He's wrapping up things in his private practice and devoting more time to our real estate venture, hoping to get that going before he starts his new job in January. He's going to be an assistant commonwealth attorney, prosecuting felony criminal cases. So our computer room that doubles as the room in which Greg keeps his clothes (I tell you, old houses severely lack closest!) is now being transformed into an office. We went to get a fax machine yesterday and had a second phone line installed earlier this week.

... I had a precious conversation with my precious 2 1/2-year-old niece:

MOM: Milla, do you want to talk to Kristin?
MILLA: No.
(Hey, you got to admire the kid's honesty. So Mom and I go back to talking.)
MOM: To Milla: You want to talk to Kristin now? (Answer can't be heard on my end.) To Kristin: Milla wants to talk to you now.
KRISTIN: Hey, Milla.
MILLA: Hi, Kisstin.
KRISTIN: What are you doing?
MILLA: Playing with toys.
KRISTIN: Who else is there?
MILLA: Cassie.
MILLA: Bye.

... It's August. It's like the end of summer. Don't get me wrong, I love summer. Favorite season, definitely. But there's something to be said for the transition from summer to fall. Love it.