for the love

Welcome! Here's a fun little ditty I wrote...about 10 years ago. Don't think about it too much. Could it Can't it Might it be - we try too hard, we dig too deep? we look too hard, with passion we search spend hours on hours, we desperatley lurk we search and research......we read and discuss we fervently seek, then fail in disgust. Sometimes you will notice an interesting thing: if you look hard enough you won't see a thing!!! some poems are like that, their purpose is dense. it appears they are meaningful when they're really nonsense! **end** Wow! look who's here! It's Gabe Dixon. He'd like to perform my "today's favorite song", All Will Be Well. I'm gonna sneak out now though cuz I've already heard this song play a million times in my head today. You guys enjoy. I'm going to kickboxing. All Will Be Well - Gabe Dixon Band The new day dawns, And I am practicing my purpose once again. It is fresh and it is fruitful if I win but i

My apartment lost about 20 pounds this afternoon. I got rid of a whole box of clothes, and several boxes of junk I can't believe I still had. I'm a no-clutter kind of girl. But I still end up accumulating too much stuff I don't need and will never use. When I was little I used to keep everything. I even had a pair of tennis shoes called Pack Rats. They had little pockets on the side where you could keep stuff. You know like a penny, or a jellybean, or a moth. Did I mention I kept everything? Now I can't stand to have things around that I don't need or use. It feels heavy. It feels wrong. It makes me anxious and unorganized, and when I feel unorganized my Life seems like one leaky shingle away from overhead disaster. Occasionally I even bereave the decorative items. I look at them with the disdain of a Superior Purposeful Useful Human. What are you, oh ornamental bowl that holds no matter? What say you, inferior green topiary? Have you nothing but the minor power of

I can't believe this! Who does she think she is? THE Hermione Granger? No, she is an actress. She is 16. She is doing a disservice to Harry Potter fans everywhere! Not to mention the illiterate ones. Ok, that may be going a little over the top. But, my goodness!! What's two more films Miss Watson? Um...about $4.5 million in the bank. You're right, that's totally not worth it. This article, by the way, reminds me of something out of the Scene's Fabricator. Or maybe I'm just in denial. Another round of butterbeer, please. We're gonna need it.

My coworker Anna and I had lunch at Chili's today. Little did we know we would be served by a local rock star. We had no sooner sat down and ordered our diet cokes with and without lemon from our waiter Joel, than were we approached by another server who was positive we were both Irish and wanted to know where were were from. Joel comes back with our drinks, shoots 'other server guy' a dirty look and says jokingly, "stop talking to my table." 'Other server guy' runs in the other direction and we all share a short laugh and knowing smile. Throughout our lunch, 'other server guy' continues to make odd appearances, crouching down at eye level, making inconspicuous Irish conversation, as not to draw attention from Joel. Joel, however, is not so easily deceived, and always seems to round the corner to our rescue at all the right times, sending 'other server guy' in the 'other direction' each time. By the time we were finishing up, '

It's open-mic night here at For The Love. I recently found some poems that I wrote my freshman year of college. It's funny. I knew at the time that I would one day find them and read them, and I always wondered what my future self would think of them when I did. Would I think they were stupid? Would I no longer understand what I was talking about? Would I throw them away in a desparate act of unholy obliteration? Some, I remember, have already fallen victim to the latter. Years ago. But I pulled a few of the survivors out tonight and decided I will probably, at some point, share a select few, here on this stage page. I am surpised to find that the future self I am today would totally write these poems now, that is, if I had more energy and inspiration. The one I've been thinking of for a while now, goes something like this: Plunge me like a naked child make me learn to swim Plunge me like a dying sinner into waters that for- give and I will let you I won't fight it'

Tonight when I opened up my laptop, I heard something rattling inside. Never a good sign. So I shook it all around and finally a little silver screw came bouncing out of the removable internet card slot. Great. Now my computer has Shaken PC Syndrome. I have no idea what it was even doing in there. Must have been an extra, superfluous part.

Well first round came and went and I did pretty well, considering my methods. Out of 32 games I only mis-prophesied 10. I have four Sweet Sixteen picks out (all from the West and Midwest), and one out from the Final Four. My highlights: Duke was a HUGE upset (for some, not me). Either way I win. Personally, I'd rather see a friend make good on a bet than have Duke go to the second round like I'd put on my bracket. So I'm ok there. Whether or not this friend is OK remains to be seen. Virginia Tech was a HUGE surprise. Worst. Game. Of-the. First. Round. I had picked them to go to Round 2, but the way they were passing playing all night, it wasn't looking good. Who knew they could pull it out in the last few seconds of the game? Certainly not I. But it was only out of pure FEAR during the last 9 minutes of the game. Adrenaline can make some crazy things happen. My question to the Hokies is, "Do you guys KNOW you don't belong in this tournament? Because you're

"I'm free, free to be me I'm free, free to be me! Anything I wanna be, I'm free, free to be me." Sung by all seven first grades classes (circa 126 children) at Granberry Elementary School. Any better suggestions out there? Be warned, not even OK Go could get this song out of my head.

Truth: March Madness is here Predictions: Without revealing who my picks are for Final Four or even National Champion, I will start small with a few hopes for First Round. Disclaimer #1: These picks are based on absolutely nothing save my unexplainable obsession with pure serendipity. Translation: I like making random picks and seeing how far they actually go. Disclaimer #2: I understand this is not the way it should be done, but shut up. These are my picks not yours. If you want to talk about YOUR picks and how YOU do it, get your OWN blog. 3/15 Yes Collins - I believe Duke will make it past the first round. Even though I would REALLY love to see you make good on your bet. Indiana over Gonzaga Vanderbilt over George W. (risky?, who cares.) Malia, Xavier will bring the Morman spray (I'm sorry, I just can't seem to get enough of that) Nashville, Belmont will go to the second round, but the party ends there. 3/16 Kentucky beats Villanova Virginia Tech over Illinois Tennessee over

Last night I dreamt that I was at an office party, only we weren't at my office (it felt more like a church building I once knew), and no one from my office was there. As I was walking around I kept noticing all these famous people. Lindsey Lohan was stepping onto the elevator as I was stepping off. We exchanged hellos, but I was completely unaffected by her presence. I passed by two guys that I knew to be famous but I couldn't tell you their names. One was nonchalantly bragging to the other on how he got Mariah Carey's phone number. I keep passing all these people looking for someone I knew. I wanted to find my sister and talk to her. But mostly, I think I was just looking for a place where I belonged.

I hate politics. But for some reason, I am WAY looking forward to next year's presidential election. It's always a media circus, but this time, it will be a star-studded media circus. Our candidates for next term are politicians we all know and love, and some we love-to-hate. We've watched them toil and spin for decades, and now they are taking that all-important step towards the big White House. Without getting into detail about who my favorite candidates are - we'll save that for another day - I'd like to draw your attention to The Tennessean's latest attempt at "breaking-it-down" for the simple folk in all of us: As if we hadn't know-ticed. But thanks anyways for once again for bringing our democracy down another notch. P.S. I'm reminded of something my sister said about Mormon spray the other day...not sure why that popped into my head just now.

I should have posted this yesterday, but I had other things to do and the day got away somehow. But yesterday was my 5 year anniversary at work. Oh, about the title of this post. If you need to watch the first 2 episodes in order to catch up, they are here and here . But you don't HAVE to read them to understand what happens in this final shocking conclusion to the trilogy of "5 years later". I just keep calling it that because I wrote 2 installments of "5 five years later" and always knew I'd write this one when the time came. I feel so....sci-fi-movie-script-writer. Uh...Emily...George Lucas and Steven Spielberg are on the phone. They'd like you to come up with an original idea. Anyways, yes, five years later I still work for the same company, and I consider it quite an accomplishment. I've gained a lot of experience in a field I never intended to work in, not to mention this fully completed 5th year gets me a third week of vacation and 80% vesting

Subway now offers apples and raisens as side options on their menu!! It's about time. This, my friends, was the highlight of my day. Trying to turn that frown upsidedown, :I well, it's getting there.

My heart hurts today. I hate saying goodbye.

"Sending you get well wishes and hoping you'll feel better soon." Dear MinuteClinic Practitioner: Thank you for remembering me in my time of need. Out of all the nurses and doctors I've ever visited before, you're the only one who has sent me a get well card! I understand you probably don't have cards that say, "hope the Hepatitus-B vaccine works out for you!", or "wishing your left arm minimal pain and localized redness". Speaking of which, I took your advice on moving my arm around after receiving the shot. I walked around Walgreens for about 5 minutes doing the chicken dance up and down the aisles. It worked! I did not experience any pain, redness, or swelling where the vaccine was administered! I did notice the next day, however, a blue rash-like pattern. But it went away. One question, is green pooh a normal occurance after these kinds of vaccines? Don't worry, that went away too. Wishing you many happy patients and speedy claims p

I finally went to the Minute Clinic today to get my Hepatitus B vaccination. I am going to Panama in 4 1/2 months. I knew this vaccine required 3 doses, several months apart, so I really should have gotten on this about 2 months ago. Oops. Anyways, I get there and the nurse says, "So what's goin' on today?" I say, "oh, I just need to get a vaccine because I am traveling this summer." She looks at me kinda sketchy-like and then I observe her physically switching gears in her head. She expected me to be sick I think. "Which vaccine do you need?" "Hepatitus B" "hmmm...I don't normally work this clinic. I hate working in other people's clinics. I don't know where anything is. Bare with me." "Yes ma'am." "You need to sign a vaccination authorization. I don't know where they keep those here"...her voice trails off as she rummages through cabinets in non-lit closets." "Sure thing."