count your blessings.

this is an intense part of my life right now. i have so much going on, good and bad - to the point where i don't know how it's all happening. this is a test. and i'm going to need you. thank you for being there.

keep aggie in your prayers. she's the toughest cookie i know, but she'll need 'em this week. i cannot focus on anything but getting her through this.

you know where to find me.
<3

digging up the past.

i found this in an old myspace blog of mine...think it sums me up pretty wonderfully. it's from november of 2006, but pretty much the same.

i laugh when people trip on the streets - but not until after i pass them. im not horrible, c'mon now. rice krispies for brekky, thanks. i take two spoons worth of sugar in my tea. tea, not coffee. closest i get to coffee is iced coffee - with a crapload of creamer and sugar. so it's basically tea. (this has since changed, haha, thank you tribeca) i help old ladies in the supermarket, who are too short to reach the butter, and trying to climb the refrigerated case like it's mt everest. (true story) i listen to music really loud in my car, and sing along as loud as i can. and even as i drive by pple on the highway, i dont stop. i rock billy ocean ringtones. i live for thursday nights (ugly betty, the office, grey's anatomy, the OC, six degrees, and ER). making mix cds for pple makes me happy, especially if they hear something new that they like. i felt sad when i heard the fruitcake lady from jay leno passed away - she was hilarious. i still care, no matter how much i try to pretend i dont. i collect band/record label stickers. but i dont stick them anywhere. i just like to have them. i drive fast, but cautious. i'm a new hockey fan, like for real - intense, screaming hockey fan. i have horrible timing. i'm a cupcake master, and i can write whatever you want on a cake. sappy movies leave me hopeful there's a prince charming out there - (mostly in part, thanks to disney movies, right fallsy?). i live miles and miles (and in most cases, hours) away from my best friends, and yet i never feel like i'm alone. probably one of the best things to feel. i remember seeing simple plan and liking them. sell outs. haha. music junkie. i have several marriages on going at this time, all of which do not know about each other. i'm good like that. i like seeing my cousins grow up. i shake my leg. you know what i mean, not as a nervous habit, just happens. 1st place in decimals in the 5th grade math tournament. got the red ribbon to prove it. i'm a coupon snipper now. i know, i know. i have a bladder of steel. bet you're glad i threw that one in there, aren't ya. i write messages on my hands in sharpie for kicks (specifically for camera ops). i get my humor from my dad. he's a good guy, pops. i like the homemade, chunky applesauce - especially that found at the amish door in amish country in ohio. i start books, and don't finish them - i'm working on that. i take a tremendous pride in my cd collection, if only for the fact that it's literally a timeline of my life. i can associate many different situations with different albums. one time for halloween, i dressed up as an army woman, because i had my dad's camo and it was snowing really hard. my friends and i went out and then they ditched me. it was a long, cold, sad walk home. but i'm over it, obviously. BITCHES! haha, just playin. funnel cakes, altho horrible for you, are tasty treats. i rip the bag of cereal down the side, no matter how careful i am. drives me nuts. did i mention i love hockey? 12 days until my favorite band puts out their third full-length album, and it's highly anticipated....by me, and half the world. oh, and 12 days til i leave for wisconsin. double whammy. we had a cat named tom once. he died while we were on vacation. never got another cat. dogs rule. no offense, cat lovers - it's just the truth. i fall asleep with the tv on - sleep timers are great. i used to be a hardcore sonny and brenda fan, back in the day. holler if you hear me, folks. i love the mac commercials. the leaves are falling and the sky is clear, and rooftops are the best place to see both of these. kevin devine's song "billion bees" is beautiful. just thought i'd throw that in there. i bought christmas cards, and i'm gonna start early this year - so if you dont think i have your address and you want one, msg me with it. that is, if you read this all and still want one. music mends broken hearts. i type faster than you read. if you read really slow. no, but i do type fast. wanna race? stone fox - my favorite book as a child. i wanna visit alaska and pet sled dogs. scratch that, i wanna run the iditarod. sometimes when i'm browsing, i feel like pple think i'm stealing. paranoia. LOST isn't on til february? that's whacker than whack, whitney. the part in pretty woman where he closes the jewelry box on her hand - that's a classic, folks. so are the hooker boots. and the fire escape climb. that movie is a must. someday i'll follow a trail of rose petals and candles to a handsome man. or i'll dream of it. my sister and i rode an elephant once when we were little. then she passed out of heat stroke. not on the elephant, but on the peddle boats in the hot texas summer. jerk. autumn in new york is a movie, but more importantly a song. and a beautiful one at that. aggie should sing it for you someday, if you're lucky. let's have a pun-off. i'll win. remember that time i was teabagged by the foxy guitarist of story of the year on stage? that was fun. thinking about lindsay frail face planting into my door in the dark makes me laugh everytime. "all you need to know is there's a bunch of jews with a sidekick behind us." i want to slip on an actual banana peel someday. mark it up on my life list.

just in case you wanted a closer look into that head of mine. and it also gives me a blog to put a few more music links in. expect a nice review of this lady in the near future.

here's to music. and here's to winning giant easter baskets from a chocolate shop down the street. and most of all, here's to lindsay being the proud godmother of her unborn niece or nephew. you can't beat that.

hoppy easter everybunny.

i've finally realized why you changed.

there's a new sheriff in town...



stay tuned.


but in the meantime, take advantage of this little musical tidbit i will share here with you right now.

grace potter and the nocturnals.
this is hot stuff.
don't miss out. (ps: click on 'out' to hear a WICKED 4 person drum solo.)

get yoself some love in this world

it could be the fact that i've had two intense days of family rock band jam sessions and, being the drummer, my "kick pedal" foot is on overdrive (hence the amount of toe tapping and head bopping)...or it could be that she's just that groovy.


let me preface with the fact that i love emusic. (props to one chris march, who even though he used me for 50 free downloads, did introduce me to the wonders of the site) it's a chance to discover new people, quite possibly before the rest of the blogosphere. i ran into one of those people today. rachael brady is a musical equivalent of a breath of fresh air. you could compare her to a female jack johnson, just minus the sand. not as much beachy as there is bluesy. more folky than poppy. but smooth and groovy riffs on the acoustic. and folks, in my book, that's all ya need. inspiring, smart lyrics blended with her voice - which has moments of joan baez, a little carly simon, and even i think a little nelly furtado (old school, not her hip hop stuff as of late) i know, i know. i just used joan, carly and NELLY in the same sentence. forgive me, but give her a listen, just the same. if you need more convincing - she's australian. so she has an accent when she talks - and that's always fun.






and by all means, take advantage of this wonderful site, and check out rachael on emusic.

we've forgotten what we're here for, or maybe we never knew...

i pretty much experienced one of the best moments of my life today. and it's not a guarantee, but you know what - that moment was worth it, either way. it's such a blessing to have the opportunity to do what you want slash LOVE for a living. i just want to reiterate that over and over. it's premature for any announcement, but trust me when i say, it's a jaw dropper, at least for me. we'll see how it plays out. but i, for one, have the glimmer in these eyes. watch out world.

so, guess what? i'm a year older. eat that. birthday was good. nothing too special, just a small gathering at the pig & whistle - tribeca's finest establishment if you're asking me. we're having a rain check sort of though, as some people were not able to make it. i'm down. also, i think monday nights are not necessarily big "hey lets go have drinks" nights. at least, that's what jackie tells me. anywho, i had fun. and i had amazingly yummy peanut butter cupcakes (no chocolate!) that bonnie and the gang surprised me with. always a good time. thank you for the well wishes, everyone. and mom - thank you for the adult footied pajamas.
yeah, i said it. and thank you to aggie, who was so very sneaky and sang to me with cupcakes on tuesday night, as i was out late monday night. she's swell.

i watched leonard cohen's: i'm your man the other night. it was very interesting. i like hearing back story, and the man is a brilliant artist. the performances were stellar - low key, but moving. the wainwrights can belt. and i just finished rendition. it was good, but it's disturbing in the fact that i'm sure this goes on all the time. it's scary sometimes how this world works. all in all, the film was good - and i love when meryl streep is an evil bitch. haha

other than that, i'm just getting by. i've been told i make a killer mix (no shock, i've been saying it all along, haha) lake placid was fun, though skiing didn't happen. but i will tell you what did happen - and that's riding on a dogsled. and sliding down a huge ice covered hill on my rear. and stepping foot in the arena where the greatest sports memory in history took place. very cool.

i've got a nasty sudoku with my name on it. and some tivo to catch up on.

you're being stupid. that's all. i'm out.

ps: best "almost ny post headline" - spitzer swallow. hahaha, read it slowwww

a precaution...

just in case i perish in the depths of a crevasse in the side of a mountain this weekend, or should i pull a sonny bono, i just wanted to say that i love you all (almost all of you), and that in my honor, caleb should make "that's what she said" jokes and my twin can have my friday night lights dvds and various memorabilia.

and send all my music to my sister - she needs a good education.

lake placid - and all of your alligators - here i come. get the lifts ready, i'm heading to the 3,000 ft mark.

here's to finding a cute canadian hockey player!

EDIT: i am on a full-out crusade to make you realize how great these two bands are:

operation: stabilo - commence.
operation: the perishers - commence.