none too shabby

Nov 25, 2003

Update Update~

Is it safe to combine Chardonnay with a Tetanus shot? I hope so.

I really should just call it a night....

You know something? It's hard to take off tight jeans with only one hand, but I'll bet it's even harder to put them back on.

Oh yes - I can't wait to take a shower in the morning! Hey - let's see if I can put on my bra with one hand! Don't forget my contact lenses. Whee!

Seriously. I do have a lot to be thankful for.

Update~

Just got back from the hospital. I turned down the shot of Lidocaine (sp?) - the doc wanted to give it to me in the base of my finger. Ouch. I did get a Tetanus shot, though. My left pointer finger has been cleaned, splinted, and surgifoamed. I took about a dime-sized piece of my finger off (I nearly fainted when I glanced over at it. I'm such a wienie when it comes to my own blood.) He said it wasn't big enough for a skin graft. Yeah. Great...

I'm not going to be blogging for a while, so - Happy Thanksgiving, One and All.
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Owwww bloody hell! I'm home. I just sliced the left tip of my left finger off - I was slicing up bread for stuffing. I'm putting pressure on it now because it's bleeding profusely. It hurts so bad!! Curses! I can't bandage it because of the bleeding. Gah!

Yes, I'm blogging this. I need to calm down. Breathe. It's just a little bloody - the skin will grow back. (Did I mention how gross this is? I had to rinse a chunk of my finger off the knife. Ewwwww.)

Oh fuck I'm going to faint. Ack.

Good freaking grief - I can't even take the paper towel off. It's spurting blood. Seriously. I think I should go to the E.R., but - get this - I've got to stop for gas. With a bloody hand. I am no longer charmed.

Nov 24, 2003

A-hem

Strike that.


Everyone wants to be loved, accepted, and feel as if they matter. That is a universal truth.

“Gratitude is the most exquisite form of courtesy.”
~ Jacques Maritain

Nov 22, 2003

Hi. Do you like Paul Thomas Anderson movies? Aimee Mann? Jon Brion? Etc.?

Here's a heart-breakingly beautiful live version of "Here We Go". Click Audio/Video, and click the link for Jon Brion's "Here We Go". It's got to be the medicine, or the fever, that's making me cry. There's also a sad version of "For No One" by Rickie Lee Jones.

Fuck.

Nov 20, 2003

Later~

Health Status Update:

As much as I've tried to tell myself "You're not getting sick", it seems that I am - indeed - ill. My eyes burn, my throat hurts, and my knees are jell-o (lime-flavored, I'd guess). I've got a fever. I'm in that tired-achey-I-want-to-lie-down-and-take-medicine frame of mind (and that's about all of the mind I've got left.) I want to put on my jammies and watch movies. I need George Clooney to bring me some hot chocolate and sing "God Only Knows" to me, softly.

hello, musicfans



Yet another list to ponder.

I'd have to agree a lot of those tunes helped shaped the history of R&R. It doesn't necessarily mean they're the best songs ever, just that they were influential. (Why doesn't anyone ever contact me for my opinion about these things?)

I've managed to be the picture of health for a long, long time. Feeling a bit fuzzy today. Can't seem to get warm.

Other than that, today I am a mad computer genius, and am quite proud of myself.

Nov 19, 2003

Later~

I just got off the phone with The Mother.

T.M. "I just called to let you know I almost bought the farm."

Moi: "What??"

T.M.: "I was nearly killed, but don't worry. I really don't want to bother you about it."

Moi: "O.K. - What happened?"

T.M.: "I was driving out to meet the girls for lunch. We hadn't seen each other since Pat's funeral. Did you get the message Pat died? Did I tell you I saw Diane - she asked about you. I'm going to have to have the same surgery Pat had - the one that killed her."

Moi: [Rubbing side of forehead with left fingers. Biting lower lip. Taking deep breath...]

T.M.: "Anyway - she'd had trouble with both her knees, so she had knee-replacement surgery. Everything was going fine until she felt ill. The put in filters, but a couple of blood clots got loose. The one that killed her was the one that went to her lung. It really was a beautiful funeral, though."

Moi: [Rubbing the spot between my eyebrows up and down, up and down, biting lower lip, breathing deeply...]

T.M.: "So, I was driving up Central to the Parker Exit in Plano to meet the girls, minding my own business in the far right land. This mad-man comes out of nowhere, speeding, and cuts me off. He hits my car, and speeds away."

Moi: "He hit you? Are you all right?"

T.M.: "I'm fine. He dented the front fender, but he just took off. It was a hit-and-run. I'm at Tom Thumb now, but I've got to go home and tell your Dad. He's not going to be happy with what I did after he hit me."

Moi: [Rubbing the spot on my left shoulder blade that's knotted up, biting my lower lip...] "What did you do?"

T.M.: "I chased him down. I saw that he was an older man, but I wasn't going to let him get away with cutting me off and leaving the scene of an accident."

Moi: "Did you get his license plate number? That's all you need, you know."

T.M.: "I know, but I was so angry..."

And this is where I started to think to myself - you know, Kel - you'd probably do the same stupid thing she did. As much as I hate to admit it, I have a bit of a temper, too. At that moment I simply told her, "He could've been crazy - he could've had a gun - a little dent on the fender really isn't worth it, is it?"

She told me that she told her friends what had happened - what she did, and they all agreed with me.

Another pleasant conversation, indeed.

And, in other news...

I hadn't read Evhead for a while, but - gee - I'm liking the pics. What a cutie, 'eh?

new tricks



I'm always up for trying new things. Here's my opinion on some of the stuff I've tried out lately.

1. Rock Green Light - a new "low-carb" beer that's marginally better than Michelob Ultra. Which isn't saying a lot. Life's too short to drink this stuff. I'd rather stick with water. (Sidenote: It might not be all that bad if it's a really hot day, and it's been iced down sufficiently. Maybe.)

2. Orville Redenbacher's Cinnabon Cinnamon Butter popcorn. Yum. Yum. Yum. I don't have much of a sweet tooth, but this stuff will satisfy any sort of craving for something sweet (and savory) that I might have. It's got this little packet of "icing" you drizzle on your cinnamon-covered popcorn. This is one of those things you'll either love or detest. D. hated it so much he had to spit it out, and then rinse his mouth out. I love it.

3. The Clorox Bleach Pen - I am amused by the simplest of things, and this thing really is amazing. (Sidenote: I'm still amazed by Medicated Band-Aids.) It took out some impossible stains in an old pair of white cotton canvas sneakers, and this stuff is great on tile grout in a shower (it's a gel, so you can "draw" with it!!) Yay!!

4. Digital Cable - This is new to us, not necessarily new to the world-at-large. Cox offered free service for six months, so, we're giving it a go. My verdict thus far is an unenthusiastic "whatever". So far this is my favorite part of the whole package. Sure, it's cool to have such a wide variety of movies to watch, but - c'mon - who's got that kind of time? There's also a lot of "adult programming" a person could watch, but, it could get pretty co$tly. Besides, that stuff is terribly boring. I know porn is supposedly "hip", but I think it's more hip to ignore it. (Don't get me started...) Anyway - speaking of television - does anyone else out there watch Gilmore Girls? Did anyone see last night's episode?? I love ratings months. Still speaking of t.v., tonight's episode of "Ed" will hopefully be a good one. Definitely one worth taping if one isn't able to watch. Last-but-not-least - Elvis Costello will make an appearance on the telly tonight. Woohoo!

There's even some new stuff on the radar, including a "Wetting Down" party Saturday night. (I'll go if Kate goes.)

In the meantime, my plate is pretty full (busy, busy, busy.) Have an exceptional day.

"I am only one; but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something; I will not refuse to do something I can do."
-Helen Keller

Nov 17, 2003

bouncing



Are you ready for Turkey Day? (Please don't procrastinate like I usually do. I know ten days may sound like a long time, but it's not.) I'm going to start this week out by giving you a recipe that's become a "tradition" ~

The real thing, pilgrim.


When I was growing up I never knew that cranberries were small deep red orbs of tangy delight. I thought that cranberry sauce came in round, jellied slices. Now, I have a little something I whip up every year. It's a great replacement for cranberry sauce, excellent served warm over brie/cream cheese, or crackers. It's just yummy.


Cranberry Chutney


2 cups fresh cranberries
2 cups sugar
3 tablespoons water
1 apple, chopped
2 celery ribs, chopped
1 tablespoon grated orange rind
1 cup fresh orange juice
1 cup golden raisins
1/2 teaspoon ground ginger
1/4 teaspoon ground cloves

*Cook first 3 ingredients in a medium saucepan over medium heat 5 minutes.
*Add apple and remaining ingredients; cook, stirring often, 35 minutes. Remove from heat; chill, if desired. Store in refrigerator up to 3 weeks.


Tomorrow ~ my expert opinion on some new stuff (because I do have an opinion about everything, thank-you-very-much.)

"Success is how high you bounce when you hit bottom."
-Patton

Later~

Sorry - but - how disturbing is this picture?

Nov 13, 2003

Editor's Note:

The first portion of the entry had to be deleted. Sorry for any confusion. Am most sorry for hurt feelings.

Changing subjects ~

Last nights "Ed" was the best I've seen in a long time. It was really clever, and funny. (Molly making out with Phil, and the look on Nancy's face after Molly told her about it was priceless. Yeah - I suppose you'd have to watch to know what I'm talking about, 'eh? Tom Cavanagh in a bathing suit was pretty swell, too.) Anyway - good, good stuff.

Speaking of "Ed", here's a place where you can see what the soundtrack music has been for this season.

We've got a "skirt-alert" here today. It's very breezy, and the forecast for this evening is quite nipply.

Later~

I'm having a tough time finishing Siddhartha. I know this is one of Russell Crowe's favorite books [not that that matters, but....] - I'm just unable to stay focused long enough to really get into it (so far, at least.) The copy of the book I have is old, and someone underlined parts that were relevant to them - they've even left personal notes dissecting the meaning behind certain passages. So far that's the best thing about the book.

Speaking of books, this one looks interesting.

Nov 12, 2003

WARNING - lengthy and vaguely personal post ahead:

There are times in every relationship that someone has to hold on to the oars.

I'm the eldest child, and I believe I've mentioned my relationship with The Mother here before. First of all, I want everyone to know that I'm o.k. - really, really o.k. - with my "childhood" issues. I'm not trying to be flippant when I say I was neglected by T.M. That really wasn't cool, but it was my circumstance, and I was lucky to have a Dad who didn't neglect me. I also had my friends' Moms, My God-Mother, and a very dear Great Aunt who tried to fill the void (both of my Grandmother's had died by my 5th birthday.) My Dad is a smart man, and he turned down a promotion when I was young. He settled into Middle Management so that he wouldn't have to travel. He knew he needed to be home every day at 5:30 p.m. When he'd pull up in the driveway was the happiest part of my day.

T.M. was a stay-at-home Mom, and you'd think that would have given her plenty of time to do the small things. My first day of First Grade was where I knew I'd have to hold onto the oars. She didn't take first-day-of-school pictures (she never did.) She never made me breakfast. She didn't even take me to school - I went with my best friend and her Mom and Dad. My Mother told me to walk home that day, and our house was close to a mile away from the school. There were several turns and streets to cross, and my best friend and I ended up getting hopelessly lost. One of the old neighborhood ladies came out of her house when she saw me standing on the sidewalk crying. I phoned up my Mom and asked her if she could come get us, and I could tell she was pissed. There were a lot of days when I'd get home from school and she'd still be dressed in her pajamas. As the years went on, and my little brother started school, I became his "protection". He was tall and skinny (like me), and he'd get picked on a lot. I ended up smacking a few of his little friends across the face with my bookbag when they'd torment him - they'd make fun of my Mother ("Your Mom isn't even dressed after school!"), or they'd make fun of him ("Snot-face!" "Dork!" etc.) Yeah - kids can be cruel. As I got older I became the "mediator" between my Mom and Dad. She was so mean to him - always nagging and picking. I remember him sitting on a lawn chair in the backyard after one particularly brutal fight. I rarely saw my Dad cry, and he was wiping tears out of his eyes. He confided in me - "I don't know how much more of this I can take." I explained, "That's just the way she is. You've got to ignore it. You know it's not true..." I was barely fourteen and still gripping the oars.

My Dad was nearly killed by a drunk driver shortly after I started my Freshmen year in high school. I remember when that phone call from the State Troopers came - it was a Sunday night, and he was coming home from the farm. I prayed with all of my strength - God couldn't let him die. It was a selfish prayer - I needed him desperately. He was in the I.C.U. for eight days, and in the hospital for another two months. I did my best to maintain some sort of normalcy at home and school, but it was hard. T.M. would tell me about her friends kids - their accomplishments - and would compare me to them. "So-and-So's" daughter is a cheerleader! So-and-So's daughter was Homecoming Queen!", etc. I got this all through high school - I was never good enough, and I was the root of embarrassment and shame for her. By the time I went away to college I was ready to let go of the oars. I started partying - a lot. I could stay out drinking until 4:00 a.m., and still make it to a 9:30 a.m. class. Somehow I ended up getting straight A's my first semester - with the exception of a Statistics class (I'm horrible at Math.) The only thing she focused on was that class. Shortly after that she was diagnosed with high blood pressure (Sidenote: She informed me this was my fault. To this day - I'm not kidding - she maintains this is my fault.), and M.S.. This is the beginning of her "pity-me" years (which she is still residing in.) Time to get a hold of the oars again...

Flash-forward years later. One of the things I've had a problem with is dealing with a wicked case of the "disease to please". I hate confrontation, I hate disappointing people, I hate rejection, and I'm afraid of ending up like T.M. I would take on the weight of the world with a smile on my face. I mastered multi-tasking. I didn't know how to communicate my needs in a healthy way. I would either bury them, or I'd end up hitting someone below-the-belt. I was still holding onto the oars. One day it all became too much. There were too many things - too much for me to handle any more. I flung the oars overboard, and rejected everyone. It's really painful - something that was touched on in counseling - something that I can understand now with a little hindsight, and wisdom. I hurt a lot of people - badly - because It Was All About Me Now. I forced a lot of people to hold those oars. To grip them like I had, year after year.

I believe the things that happened were for a reason. I'd never known the meaning of balance. I didn't know how to sail through life. Here's where the good news is. I can feel that balance for the first time in years - probably in my life. A lot of it has to do with faith. (No - I'm not going to get all preachy on you, but it is a part of my strength - knowing my life has purpose, and that I'm known by name - that I'm always welcome. That's as spiritual as I'll get on you today.) A lot of it has to do with gratitude. Acknowledging all of the things I've got to be thankful for - quitting feeling sorry for myself (or at least keeping the pity-party down to a minimum.) A lot of it has to do with love - unconditional love. Love heals - forgiveness heals (even if it takes a little time.) It's about knowing real happiness, getting back some self-respect, and letting go. I know when I need a break - how to say "I'm having a bad day, I need to take care of myself." I know how to say "I'm feeling like a doormat", without being mean. I'm still learning how not to be so sensitive. That's a tough one, but there's hope. (There's a fine line between being overly sensitive and cruel.) I'm taking care of myself. One of the things I've done is to curtail my drinking. A lot. (This is where common sense kicks in, folks.) I know there'll be days the scales will tip - I'll have to hold the oars, or someone else will have to hold them for me. I can deal with that now much more easily because of the balance. I'm busy - I'm multi-tasking - but I'm calm inside. I'm striving to be "The Optimist". I'm happy.

Addendum - One of the reasons I'm glad T.M. isn't hooked-up to the 'net.

Later~ - Duncan Sheik's song for the late Elliott Smith. (Click on Multimedia - MM - to download the Mp3)

Nov 11, 2003

Hi. Busy. (Good busy.) Will have lengthy post tomorrow.

In the meantime, talk amongst yourselves.

Nov 7, 2003

happy cooking



Woohoo! I won a contest! "I'd like to thank my Great Aunt, for teaching me how to make homemade cream gravy when I was only six ~ my Mother, for never cooking anything more complicated than meatloaf, and giving me the inspiration to spread my culinary wings.... yadda yadda - [where's the tissue??]

Have I mentioned how much I love to cook?? Well - yes, I have, a gazillion times. I even wrote a bit about it back on August 4th (which I'd link to if I hadn't screwed up my archives so badly.) So, instead of linking, I'll re-publish it. (Sorry. I know this is a "re-run".) (Oh yes - As you can see, I am a fan of the retro pin-up girl.) ~~

Have a great weekend, everyone.

cooking tips





I've watched more than my fair share of cooking shows. I've read a bazillion cookbooks and magazines. I've got quite a few cooking sites bookmarked on the computer. I am passionate about food.

What I've learned over the years is that cooking can be fun, rewarding, and a great creative outlet. Here's a few of the basics that can turn a novice to a pro with very little effort.

Your pantry ~

Here's a list of essentials that I never do without.

1. Kosher salt. It's a must. Pour some in a little dish and keep it next to the stove. It's "pinchable", and a little milder than table salt. Here's another tip. When you're cooking something add pinches throughout the cooking process. Don't "dump" all of your salt in at the beginning. Layering the flavor really makes a difference.

2. Peppercorns (peppermill). Freshly ground pepper is so much better than that pre-round, stale stuff in the tin. If you only do two things, have kosher salt and a peppermill handy.

3. Olive oil (I prefer the extra-virgin stuff, and you should get the best that you can afford.) It's healthier and tastier. You can use it to saute, make salad dressing, make pasta sauce, etc.

4. Butter. The real stuff, and make sure you get unsalted.

5. Fresh herbs. Even if you don't have a lot of space, or a green thumb, you can grow rosemary, parsley, mint, etc. with ease. Fresh herbs make a huge difference. Just remember that you need to use more of the fresh stuff than the dried stuff when cooking.

6. Fresh garlic. It's cheap, and easy to use. It's also versatile. You can roast it (drizzle a little olive oil over a head of garlic that you've placed in a shallow baking dish - pop into a 425 degree oven - roast for about half-an-hour, cool, and squeeze) - you can mince it - and you can press it if you like. Tony Bourdain thinks using a garlic press is a sin, but I say if you're using fresh garlic, that's all that matters.

7. Shallots. It's the chef's secret. Any time you've got a recipe that calls for onion and/or garlic toss in some chopped shallot as well.

8. Lemons. You should always have them handy - for chicken, seafood, alternative to butter on fresh veggies, tequila shots, paper cuts - whatever.

9. Homemade chicken stock. It's the base for so many things - easy to make, and freeze. Simmer chicken parts/pieces with a few peppercorns, a roughly chopped onion (skin and all), roughly chopped carrot (skin and all), celery (including the leafy tops), some kosher salt, a bay leaf, and a head of garlic. Simmer for about an hour-a-half, or until a nice, golden color - drain - cool - freeze in small containers (I use Gladware.)

(O.K. - this is just a start. Remember - just because it's simple doesn't mean it won't be good.)

Tools ~

You don't need to own Crate & Barrel to be a good cook. Here's my first tip. If you're starting out, or replacing tools - go to Target. They've got good stuff there, and it's a heck of a lot cheaper than Crate & Barrel. Here's a few things that I find myself using over and over again, and where you'd probably want to invest a little more $$'s,

1. Knives. You need a good chef's knife (the "big" knife - I use mine for chopping veggies, slicing meats, opening bags of chips, slicing bits of my finger off, etc.), and a good utility knife (the "small" knife). Here's a good starter set. I also have a good cutting board. I don't like wooden boards, btw. They're o.k. if you only use them for bread, but I prefer the polyethylene ones. They're easier to clean.

2. Pans. Here are the three you must own.

a) A good saute pan. You'll use it for everything - spaghetti sauce, eggs, meats, etc.

b) A chef's pan - again, you'll use it for everything - rice, sauces, veggies, etc.

c) A good stock pot. (See number 9, above.) I use mine mainly for boiling pasta and making soup/chili.

3. A glass of wine and a cooking "soundtrack" (I like those compilation c.d.'s that The Pottery Barn sells.) Be good to yourself while you're in the kitchen.

What matters most with cooking is attitude. Everyone has to eat, and it doesn't require a lot of effort and/or money to eat well. I know - time can kick your ass, but you can whip things together pretty quickly. (Haven't you heard of Rachel Ray yet? Ms. 30-minute-meals??) Keep it simple. You don't have to be Martha Stewart. You can take short-cuts if you want to. Just get in the kitchen. Shop like European people do. Go into the grocery store on your way home from work and get the ingredients for your meal that night.

Fast food will kill you, people.

Nov 6, 2003

pet peeves and stars (a.k.a. *"my life is good")



Later~

Umm. Yeah. So - I really wasn't intending on changing the layout of the blog, but - I tried to tweak something - and - *poof* - the template was gone. I then tried to fix the template, and - well - yeah....

I am such an idiot.

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I've got a few things that are bugging me. In no particular order:

1. People - quit saying "fo' shizzle" (and any derivative of), and "tap that ass". Please.

2. Dr. Phil - I like you. You're a no-nonsense therapist, and when you came out with your thoughts on dieting, I agreed. I'm sure there are emotional factors that are behind overeating. (Sidenote: Of course I've reached for the ice cream in times of stress, but I'll be the first to admit that when I overindulge it's mainly because whatever it is I'm eating just tastes so damn good. Mmmmnnn - cheese enchiladas, Campisi's pizza, guacamole, coffee ice cream, warm beignets - I could go on and on.) I think I remember hearing you say that "diets don't work". Maybe that's why this kind of bugs me. You've got some good advice. Maybe I'm dense, but it seems like you're giving off mixed signals.

3. Girls in nightclubs that are grinding on each other on the dance floor, and making out at the bar (or wherever) - stop it. You're not lesbians, and most of you aren't "bi". You're only trying to get the attention of "guys" (and I use that term loosely) in the club. It's old news that "guys" find two girls together "hot", but why on Earth do you feel it's necessary to go "that extra step" to pander to these sorts of "guys"? Quit being so silly. Have a little more self-respect. Grow up. While you're at it, try to keep your private parts private (do we really need any more girls going wild? Yeah yeah yeah - asking a male that is similar to my asking a male - "Do you really find Pamela Anderson attractive? I mean - her boobs are fake, blah blah blah." Of course he may find her attractive, but it's different - it's in a simple/base/animalistic sort of way. Honestly, I don't think there's anything wrong with that. I'm beginning to digress... ) I'm [obviously] not a man, but I think all this nonsense has got to be getting old. What about having to use your imagination - just a little bit? What's wrong with spotting an attractive woman with clothes on? (Sidenote: everyone knows I like pretty knickers. I like snug jeans. I'll even wear a top that accentuates my figure. However....) Am I "old-fashioned"? No. I just find this sort of behavior a little too "easy".


4. kelly - Why do you sign your name when commenting on other people's sites with a lower case "k"? Stop it. It's Kelly ~ not kelly.

5. HBO - when are the new episodes of Six Feet Under going to come out? We don't get HBO2, so we can't even watch re-runs. I also haven't been able to get into Carnivale. (Yeah, I've tried to watch it - perhaps halfheartedly, but I just don't get it.)

O.K. - Changing subjects...

My horoscope today (damn! I knew I shouldn't have put on perfume and that green top...)

Your Daily Horoscope for November 06, 2003

Dear Kelly,

You are a very sensual woman, and you have a very strong emotional force. Today, Kelly, that energy will increase and will express itself vigorously. The people you encounter will probably be astonished by your power, and you could easily seduce the entire world. Try to keep all this energy under your control. You could easily be thrown off balance, right into a situation you might later regret.

*Positve perspective. :-)

Nov 4, 2003

brain porn and ear candy



Have you ever gone just a little too long without quality mental stimulation? That's been the case with me lately. I've been wasting my brain cells. There's been self-inflicted carnage. Those brain cells are gone forever (R.I.P.) I haven't been exercising the way I used to (atrophy of muscles = atrophy of brain. I need those endorphins flowing - they help wake up the body and the mind.) I was re-reading some old stuff I'd written, and I thought, "Gee, you used to be fairly clever. What's happened?" Chalk it up to laziness. That's it - in a nutshell. I decided it's high time to hook-up those brain cells, and I've encouraged them to make a little mental whoopie.

To set the mood, I did 100 crunches this morning (it fires up the mind whilst lifting that ass! woohoo!) I ate a bowl of Total Raisin Bran (who wants to have to eat 10 bowls of regular raisin bran, when all you need is one bowl of Total?) I'm reading Herman Hesse's Siddhartha. I'm going to re-read Bryce Courtenay's The Power of One. (Sidenote: I can still remember the following quote ~ "It's good to be a little frightened. It's good to respect your opponent. It keeps you sharp. In the fight game, the head rules the heart. But in the end the heart is the boss"... Man, I love that book.) I've been taking pictures again (b&w). I'm turning off the television. I can feel the creative juices start to flow. I've got some happy brain cells today.

Switching gears -

Yesterday was lovely, and the cherry on top was getting some fun music in the mail from the largehearted boy and girl. I love surprises! Thank you thank you thank you!

Speaking of music, Sarah McLachlan's new c.d. comes out today. (Yet another thing I'll want, but won't be able to get - for now, at least.) I really like her, but I think she's appealing in a Hugh Grant sort of way. I might be stereotyping here, but I don't think there'll be a lot the male populace chatting about going out to get Sarah's latest c.d. This would be akin to a bunch of guys sitting around saying *"Hey, Dude - you seen that new Hugh Grant flick yet? Man - nobody does a romantic comedy like him..." I happen to find him appealing in an I-can't-put-my-finger-on-it sort of way. He's got that bad-boy quality - he's funny - he's charming - he's got boyish good looks. He seems like the type that'd break your heart without batting an eyelash, and make you want him even more.

*Ed. note: After re-reading my fake male dialogue, I just wanted to state that I never meant to infer that men have poor grammar skills. I think men are brilliant. Really.

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