the 4-1-1
March 26th, 2010 | Written by hurricanic
I must confess, I’m kind of over blogging. Not over blogging, as in “too much”. Over as in, “my life just doesn’t seem as interesting as it once did.” Every time I sit down thinking I should post something new, I find myself bored just considering what I might type. And so I spare you all…
Yet every now and again I get a friendly reminder via e-mail or whatnot that some of you have nothing better to do at work than read blogs. Or that no matter how boring I think my life is, I apparently tell good stories…”so make one up,” I’ve been told. In an effort to procrastinate from what I really need to be doing this afternoon, I share the following in no level of importance:
1. Kodak and I are still not getting along. He’s destroyed the window blinds in my living room and has found a way to get things off the top shelf of my new shelving unit in my living room. I’m not happy. The vet says I should consider doggie prozac. I say I should consider letting my brother-in-law use him as target practice.
2. My new nephew is seriously the cutest thing in the world. The string bean is growing and sleeping well. I got to spend the better part of a week down in the country helping a bit. Serious props to moms out there. I don’t know how you do it.
3. I rocked it with Kevin Still at the Bon Jovi concert last week. Yeah. I know. Third time in four years. I don’t care what any of you have to say about it. To be 48-years-old and to have made music for 27 years that 15,000 fans in one city on a Monday night will sing along and scream for more after three hours?? Music, mind you, that isn’t just from the 80’s — no, stuff from his current album as well. Well…I say it’s not something most bands achieve. Way to go, Jon.
4. Plans for my 35th birthday party are underway. If you like to roller skate in 70’s disco attire, let me know. I’ll hook you up with the details.
5. My dear friend Sarah Sorell and I are planning our first trip together this May. We’re headed to Tennessee, road-trip style. I’m really excited about spending time with her. A cabin has been rented in the mountains, equipped with a hot tub on the deck. We’re also in the process of researching Chattanooga and will be enjoying great food and art and nice people for a few days. I’m excited.
6. The cops were at my house Saturday night. The motion detector in my basement went off at 4:30 a.m. (Not a good thing as I’ve figured out if anyone was to try to get in my home, they would probably try the basement windows.) I, being a single girl in the Waldo area, had my battle plan ready. After the alarm company dispatched the police, I stood with bat in hand behind my bedroom door ready to smack the crap out of whoever opened my bedroom door. Seriously, people…it was like I was at home base – knees bent, arms up, bat behind me… The cops, mind you, took far too long getting here (seeing as it had snowed six inches that day). But after their arrival, with guns drawn, they entered the basement to find no sign of forced entry. Apparently a spider crawled over the sensor. I’m clearly grateful there wasn’t anyone IN my house, but it was hands down the most terrifying 15 minutes I’ve had in a while thinking there might be. Good to know the alarm works, though, huh?
So that’s my life. Well, hints of it as of late. More to come. Promise. If nothing else, photos of the discolicious roller skating party.