Bitter, Party of One

Well, I haven't posted in, seriously, 5 months, so why not jump back in by being bitter...

I have a good life, a really good life. In the scheme of all the things that could be going on in my life, I have to say I'm pretty happy with what I have. Today, however, I'm BITTER. Well, maybe not BITTER, just bitter.

There's a singer/songwriter Ellis Paul that I love and he's actually playing in town this weekend! I was so excited to find out about the concert!! I even had a date with this guy (TWO dates in one weekend!!) a few weeks ago and I knew he would love my boy Ellis. Really - we had a super fun couple of dates and compared our love of James Taylor, which is a big deal if someone comes close to loving JT as much as I do. What was even more exciting was that the guy could PLAY James Taylor songs on his guitar. And sing! WHAT? All of these things and he was nice? Clearly, it was too much to ask for. Really, it was. Turned out to be a loser. But, I digress.

Anyway, I was all kinds of excited about introducing someone to Ellis Paul's music. And the possibility of having a date for the concert, not just begging my friends in the hopes that one of them would take pity on my obscure musical taste and agree to go with me. Alas, no stupid boy to go with me to the concert and no friends who have given into my pleading. Of course, I haven't really pleaded with many because I'm just bitter.

There's one person I know would go - the ex-boyfriend. But, given that he needs to stay the ex, I think it's best that I not ask him to go with me.

So. There you go. Bitter, Party of One. Ellis Paul, one ticket please. Yes, just one, thanks.

Real Simple

Real Simple's quote of the day:

The human foot is a masterpiece of engineering and a work of art.
―Leonardo da Vinci


REALLY??

Remembering

When you remember me,

it means that you have carried something of who I am with you,

that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are.

It means that you can summon me back to your mind

even though countless years and miles may stand between us.

It means that if we meet again,

You will know me.

It means that even after I die,

you can still see my face and hear my voice

and speak to me in your heart.

-Frederick Buechner

For my dear friend Chip. His birthday was April 19. He died November 4, 2006. He was one of the most amazing people I've ever met and he left me with so many gifts. And I will always remember him.

Some perspective

If you didn't see Oprah this week (which I didn't, but have a friend who did), you should definitely acquaint yourself with this blog. It's a heartbreaking story, but the author is fantastic and there's a lot of hope there too. And some sarcasm. And perhaps it's a bit irreverent at times. All in all, I think it sums up what life is about - birth, death, and a lot of stuff in between. Really, go here now. I'm only on July 2008, but it's so worth the read. And you may want to get a box of kleenex out too....

A Whole Lotta Nuthin'

I have become borderline obsessed with blogs. I have several that I follow and I get slightly irritated when there are no new posts each day for me to read! I mean, really, people? Don't you know that your blogs are the only things that save me from boredom at work? They are also what gives me a break from studying, or maybe I should say that I take a break from reading blogs and facebook to study. At any rate, many of you are regular posters so I thank you. The irony of my need to get regular blog updates is that I am not a daily blogger.

Lately, I've got nothing to blog about. I could revisit procrastination, because that seems to be what I am best at when it comes to school, but I already have too many posts about that subject.
So, in the absence of something funny or meaningful to say, you should go here. You can thank me later.

This little guy needs your help!

I read about this little guy, Jonah, here.



I think the amazing thing about this blogging world is that you really can touch a lot of people. I'm a sucker for anything about people, relationships, life, etc. I've always been fascinated by well, people. So when I see a post about a little newborn who needs prayers and healing thoughts, I get sucked in and read the whole blog. And now I'm passing this on to you all. Read about Jonah and send your healing thoughts to him and his family!

Not Me! Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to http://www.mycharmingkids.net to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I stumbled upon this hilarious little concept of being totally honest on your blog. You should read this post because I'm sure she's much funnier than I am. I didn't lose one of my children after all. Of course I don't have any children to lose.

Anyway, I digress... I did not watch the entire season finale of The Bachelor when I seriously can't stand these types of shows. Oh the drama. Nope, it wasn't me who now has several hours of my life gone, never to be reclaimed.