To Jude

Lying in my bed, I hear the clock tick and think of you...

I love that song. Time After Time. The summer before I was a freshman in high school, my family moved to a new city in a new state. And Strictly Ballroom came out in theatres, and my mother was kind enough to take me. From that first scene, with the ballroom dancing and the interviews, I thought, "I love this movie. And my mother is not enjoying this." My mother did end up enjoying the movie (just not the beginning,) and I of course ended up loving it. To the point that it is One of my Favorite Movies of All Time. And, of course, I love the scene where Time After Time plays, and Scott takes off Fran's glasses and Scott's dad dances. (the "all girls are more attractive after you take their glasses off" post is for another time.)

One of the first CDs I was given was the Strictly Ballroom CD, courtesy of my sister. Freshman year of college, my friend Pete would sing Time After Time to me. I loved Pete, as a dear, dear friend. And that song, however it was meant at the time, took on a new meaning for me, as he went off for his Mission the following year.

And then, then there was Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion. And, in the dream ballet of every plain girl or gay boy in high school, there was the awesome dance sequence at the reunion to Time After Time. That movie means a lot to me. Mainly because some of my friends love it as much as I do, but also because, hello, I was Romy. Or Michelle.

Anyway, I love that song. That song means a lot to me. A lot of memories, a lot of happiness, of feelings of happiness. But also, that song is what my best friends mean to me. "If you're lost, you can look, and you will find me; time after time." It goes both ways. To my friends who are patient enough to last through the dry spells with me, I am always yours. "If you fall, I will catch you, I'll be waiting; time after time." I've had friends catch me in my free fall too many times to not feel that lyric deep within. And I want to be the one who catches them.

And "the drum beats out of time" belongs with one of my posts about lyrics about rhyming and how deeply they resonate with me. But that's a post for another time...

But it's a rare while when an entire song hits me where I say "Yes. I identify with this." Time After Time, stereotypical and retro as it may be, is one.

Suitcases of memories...

the road taken

two roads diverged in the iowa night, and i
i took the one that lay straight ahead.
and had to sit at the railroad tracks for five minutes to let the train pass by.

Making the Impossible Possible

You think that there's no way you can love Chef Tom Collichio more. You think there's no way Chef Tom can be hotter.

But then the geniuses at Top Chef throw children into the mix. And if you realize that a regular man becomes 10 times more attractive when he is being adorable with a child, then you must realize that now Daddy Tom almost makes my heart explode with his awesomeness.

I mean, he asked a little girl if she made the onions sweat by putting them on a treadmill! Adorable chef humor!

Oh, Daddy Tom. You make my onions sweat just by looking at them.

Iowa is fubar

March 28th - Snow flurries.

April 5th - Gorgeous day, sunny, had to open the window at the rehearsal hall.

April 8th - Snow flurries.

April 10th - Tornadoes!

April 12th - Snow flurries. SNOW FLURRIES.

Today - Gorgeous. Open windows. T-shirt.

And I keep seeing, on the eight tv channels we have, commercials for AT&T. More bars anywhere. Except Iowa.

Hello, lovah

For all you fellow shirtless Gordon Ramsay fans out there.

Thoughts on a Friday night

1. I am so naming my first baby after Gordon Ramsay. If it's a girl, we'll call her Gordie.

2. I wonder how much money I could get if I auctioned my name on eBay.

3. I am currently working in the Middle-of-nowhere, Iowa. Near where the baseball field from Field of Dreams is. Which raises the question - what's more scary - the children or Ray Liotta in the corn?

4. Pshaw.

5. I lied on Beth's blog. My panties are only 94% cotton. 6% spandex. And damn comfortable, thankyouverymuch.

6. Hold on, gotta pee.

7. Holy cow, reduced fat Cheez-Its are good when drunk.

8. American Kitchen Nightmares is lamer than Real Kitchen Nightmares. Gordon, why you no yell so much? Viewer discretion so not needed!

9. It's okay, I will still name my first child after him.

10. Super Target is my new favorite store.

11. And apparently Barefoot Cabernet Sauvignon is awesome wine.

12. Willy nilly!

13. Yes, it's still funny.

14. Oh my gosh, Beth/Wahooty is one of my favorite people in the WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD. That include Gordon Ramsay. (I had to say "one of" because of my boyfriend.) She completes me.

15. I am totally the inspiration.

16. "I was thinking about Cheyenne's legs and then a fork fell on the floor." - Sara Bickwheat

I am a marmot

Wahooty and I decided tonight that I'm a marmot. A rodent, a "ground squirrel," but with a cuter name. See how adorable:
It all started because of my sleep cycle. As it gets later at night, I get more awake, so Wahooty suggested I might be a rodent of some type. I started to protest, but then agreed because I do like to nest. Plus I like cheese. And they hibernate, which I totally would, if I didn't have to have a job and earn money and watch TV. Marmots eat mostly greens, and I like greens. We couldn't think of many super-hero powers I would have as a marmot, except that my voice can get pretty shrill when I'm excited, so possibly I could temporarily deafen (or at least startle) my enemies. And Wahooty said that I could wiggle my nose cutely and charm men. We're ground dwelling creatures, though, so we don't fly. I'd make a good super-hero on The Tick, with my limited abilities. Emmarmot, Wahooty named me.

Wikipedia says that some historians believe that marmots, rather than rats, were the primary carriers of the Bubonic plague, which makes marmots second to mosquitoes as human killers. Always the bridesmaid...

They are of the tribe "Marmotini," which I think would be gin mixed with some elderflower syrup and shaken with ice.

And if this isn't me after eating dinner and settling down to watch some Gordon Ramsay, I don't know what is.














Marmots totally love Gordon Ramsay.