Tuesday, October 19, 2010


Look what I got in the mail!!! I'm soo excited to start knitting again! To see what these turn into head on over to Topsy Turvy!!

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Hey Hey We're the Monkees

As previously stated, I'm stuck in a generation I was never a part of, the 1960's and 70's! Lucky for all of you, I'm perfectly ok with it! Back in May Davy Jones of the band and tv show of the same name, The Monkees came in concert to the Scera Amphitheater and i just had to go! My mom got me hooked on The Monkees a few years back when she bought the television show on DVD. I'd already loved their music, but I was a gonner after I saw their show! Micky is actually my favorite of the four, but Davy is a very close second! We were so close to the stage I could hardly stand it! I even knew more of the songs than my mom! He looked right at Gentry, my Mom and I and I about melted!! Even at the ripe age of 64 he still melted my heart!
[Davy+Jones+1.JPG] how could anyone resist this face?

Friday, October 15, 2010


I live in music. I always have music on. I'm fairly particular about music, but I'll give anything a shot once. My music of choice is usually anything from the '60's and '70's (blame my parents). I live on Elvis Presley, The Beatles, The Beach Boys, Cat Stevens, Elton John, and Jim Croce. I could list artists for a year and not run out, but these are pretty much the top. Even is music is just there to be background noise and I'm not paying particular attention, it makes me feel calmer and helps me focus. Silence is terrifying to me for some reason. I thought about this the other day in Target. I love Target, but it's kind of eery with all that quiet-ness hanging around there. They don't play music at Target and yet every single store in the mall has their own version of pretty much every song. For that reason alone, I'd rather be murdered at the mall instead of Target-I don't want to hear them creeping up behind me

Deep & Abiding Love

It's not secret that my deep and abiding love is set aside for very few things. But believe me, earning it is well worth it. One of my deep and abiding loves is reading. From the minute I realized what reading was (?) I have not been able to get enough of it. Janet calls me a "book nerd". Sayer just calls me a nerd. And Gentry enables me. I don't remember ever actually being "grounded" as a teenager, in fact I never was. From friends. I do, however, remember being constantly forbidden to read. And having my books mysteriously disappear for a few days. Last summer I read about 25 books. This summer I didn't even read one. I started 6. For some reason I found myself having a hard time getting into the books I started (am i sick?!) But alas, Gentry helped me again! I will read just about anything you give me. I have no prejudices. I don't care if there's any deep message, or a moral I'm supposed to learn. Sometimes reading "candy" is better. And that's exactly what got me out of my slump. Gentry discovered a new author (new to us) and her name is Julie Garwood. She's a romance novelist. (don't judge) Her book The Secret is absolutely amazing. And the best part? It's not totally mushy! I highly recommend it.

***I love reading books after Gentry because she X's things out if they need to be. Julie's book was really clean for a romance novel. There were very few pages crossed out compared to other books. Again, don't judge.


Ok, this has been a long time coming, but I have finally gotten around to blogging again. This is the first post in the journey of discovering me, aren't you so glad you're here for this? I started a new blog, because as many people know, I'm starting a new life. A life where I come first, where I do what I want and don't ask permission. A life where I love what I love and I don't hold back. On the flip side, if I hate it, you'll probably hear about that too. So here's my expose, you better hang on.
I'm recently divorced and have decided that life is too short to not care about or not take of yourself. From now on I'm the most important. I'm independent to a fault. I take care of myself, I don't mind doing things on my own. If there's something important to me, I'll find a way to do it, get to it, make it, embrace it. I want to please people, but I can handle if I don't. I run from pain, conflict, and deep discussions. My parents have always called me the realistic, down to earth one. I'm blunt. I'll tell you how I see it. I'm a hopeless romantic-in books and chick flicks. In real life I'm completely realistic and cannot abide PDA. One thing I've learned, especially in the last two years, is that I can't hide who I am, and I really have no desire to. I LOVE Elvis Presley. I LOVE The Beatles. I love my guitar-I'd play all day long if I could. I LOVE my sewing machine. I LOVE sewing. I love knitting. I love clothes/fashion. I love interior design and decorating. I love anything that's DIY. I love the '60's and '70's. I'm a hippie-I wear at least 1 peace sign everyday. I LOOOOOOVE fabric. I LOOOOOVE reading. I thrive in school. I love knowledge. I love words, especially the wacky ones. I love fall. I love being different. I love that I don't conform. But the number one thing that I have learned, is that I love myself. Welcome to my world.