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The things we do for love

October 12, 2009 Written by Lisa

Dave Report Number 389

â€¦ Wherein I lose whatâ€™s left of my sanity and go to a concert almost four hours away on a school night.

An open letter to my (apparently not-so-sekrit) boyfriend:

Dear Dave,

I love you. I really do. Youâ€™re talented, humorous in a dorky sort of way that appeals to me, look awfully nice in those pants tailored to fit your every, uh, feature and for a guy, youâ€™re real pretty. Truth be told, Iâ€™d listen to you recite the alphabet and probably pay good money to do so.

This love has caused me to do some bizarre things. To wit:

** Standing in a crowd of Idol maniacs for three hours in the August Washington heat and humidity just to get a glimpse of you? (Bonus: stuttering in front of you and feeling like a big idiot.) Awesome!

**General Admission concerts which included a beach in VA and a University in Towson â€“ wait times approx 3-4 hours each place. Hells yeah!

**State Fair in Delaware where I was surrounded by very bad food offerings (fried candy bars?) and accompanied by a sister-in-law with ace photo skills but a dead camera battery. Fantabulous!

**Walking a 5k in the pouring rain on a Sunday morning and then standing in said rain for another hour afterwards just to see you speak? I. am so there.

And now I can add this:

Spending many hours jammed in a mini-van with six other women (Dave fans all) driving to a far away locale to see you perform for 90 minutes. And then driving home again to arrive at my final destination around 1:30am.

Only for you, dearest Dave, would I brave chaos, noise, confusion and paying for two seats instead of one. (I donâ€™t quite know how this happened but it seems that it did.) In return I got homemade biscotti, intelligent conversation about all things DC related, a chance to see Charlottesville again and a reason to leave work early today. Oh yeah, and, of course, an awesome show. Live â€œMan in the Boxâ€ was spectacular as was acapella â€œLieâ€ and my personal pony â€œStraight Aheadâ€. Only your loving and dedicated fans would welcome (nay encourage!) your blatherings about grilled cheese with chili, calamari and, oh by the way, did you have french fries too?

I’ve come full circle from my first show literally standing at your feet in Towson to my last for this year standing at your feet (but a bit more on the right). For my trouble I caught one of your guitar picks (okay, I didn’t but the chick who did gave it to me) and was present at what the kids nowadays call an “Epic!!” show. So so so glad I decided to go.

So Dave, my not-so-sekrit boyfriend, whether you are wearing that fucking hat, shirts that show off the arm porn, jeans hinting at fanbase issues or a suit because you just got back from Capitol Hill, you are still our dorky Dave. Donâ€™t go changing, k?

Faithfully yours,
Lisa

Cookie Love, General Blatherings

Arm porn, David Cook, I did stuff!

Of Cookies and Woo

October 5, 2009 Written by Lisa

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Busy day on Sunday past – I went to the annual Pathways Natural Healing Expo. My wonderful teacher and mentor, Rose Rosetree, asked me to work at her booth while she gave aura and face readings. I, along with three other women, greeted the passers-by, scheduled appointments, sold Rose’s books and answered questions. This expo is a pretty huge deal around these parts. Northern VA (my former hometown) is awash in woo-woo/alternative healing practitioners and this is the once yearly gathering of many of them. People come from all over to get intuitive and psychic readings, experience Reiki healing, learn about new modalities and just wander about. I managed to confine myself to one reading (spot on, not surprisingly), and one jewelery like item. Not too bad. Last year I spent a bit too much on stuff and regretted it later. Much more disciplined this go-round. I managed to navigate the noise and chaos well and even made a new friend (one of the other chicks (wo)manning the booth with me). A good day but an energetically tiring one. (And I wasn’t even doing readings! Rose did them from 11-7 with barely a break. She’s awesome.)

I was debating whether or not to actually go to see Cookie in Charlottesville VA this coming Sunday (I know, right? I’ve gone insane and/or am wicked lazy because I didn’t want to drive 3 hours to C’ville by myself) and planned to see if the chick I was sitting with could sell the ticket to one of her friends. Then I get a twitter from one of my buddies who has front row seats asking if I wanted to take the ticket since another chick dropped out. I was pretty sure that was the Universe offering me encouragement to go. So, I took it. (Because you don’t say no to the Universe, y’all!) Then today, I hear boyfriend has tonsilitis!! OH NOES! I shall have to send some major Reiki to his throat chakra and get him back in tip-top form stat! We’ll see how it goes. If it gets cancelled or rescheduled, that’s okay. I am just thankful that the Universe shows its love for me in such nice ways! heh

Actually, I have to say that the Uni always has my back and it shows me that pretty consistently. There are times when I can’t wrap my head around what’s going on and the message is always “Trust” and I do (after whining a bit, of course). Walking through whatever it is that scares me is always hard (as it is for almost everyone, I suspect). I usually cry my way through it, run away and then hide for a bit. But I come out, take a deep breath and move onward.

So, I declare that I won’t sit at the crossroads any longer. Keep moving and keep going are my watchwords. Those who haven’t quite caught up to me will get there eventually. They always do. This I trust.

Leaving you with a quote from a DC song called (appropriately) Declaration:

It’s my declaration
to anyone whose listening
You’re my inspiration
as i stand alone against the world

’cause you love
and you bleed
and you stole my soul
and set me free
It’s my declaration
So tell me you can hear these words tonight

Cookie Love, General Blatherings

David Cook, Down with the sickness, lyrics that mean something, Universe, Woo Woo

The Queen’s Meme #8

August 31, 2009 Written by Lisa

Bloggingham Love Shack (aka The Romance Meme)

1. What is the craziest thing you’ve ever done in the name of love?
When I was 23, I worked as a receptionist. One of our phone clients and I struck up a friendship and he was always saying he was going to come in to see me and that I wouldn’t know it was him but he’d know it was me. I somehow wangled out of him where he worked and my friend and I drove there to look at him. The next time he made a comment about seeing me first I said “I have seen your ass already.” (yes, I actually said that to a client. I was young, what can I say?) He swore I hadn’t but I named all the landmarks in the area and he had to concede I had. You can bet he came in shortly thereafter to meet me but I had won because I saw him first. heheh (It wasn’t love but admit it, it’s a good story!)

2. How much mystery should there be in a relationship? Is it a good thing or not?
Depends on the nature of the relationship. If you’ve been in it for 10 years, mystery probably goes out the window. 10 minutes? Then mystery is fun. Some people are mysterious and let you in bit by bit and that’s when it’s the best because you know they trust you. I like that.

3. Is there someone in the blogosphere you’d like to get to know more intimately? Have you been too shy to ask? Let me help you. Write a 3 sentence anonymous blove letter to them in this meme. Leave a link if you dare. (I promise not to tell!) “Dear Blogger, I’ve been meaning to tell you for the longest time that I ___________etc etc”

I don’t have a blogger about whom I feel that way but there is a poster over on Ask MeFi who is really good at how s/he responds to certain questions.

Someone posted this question:
My parents split about a year ago. My father has started dating under unusual circumstances, and it makes me somewhat angry. Am I overreacting? How can I find peace with the situation?

The poster’s response (which I loved):
There is no such thing as overreacting. There is a such thing as overreacting to your emotions.
That is to say that you are as angry as you are and denying that does no good, but you don’t have to react to your anger via displaying it or acting in an offensive manner. It isn’t the feeling, it is the acting out of the feeling. Just squelching things won’t work.

I’ve read back over some of their answers and love the calm and straightforward way s/he responds. No idea who they are, not a love thing at all but just a cool admiration thing. Anyone who can communicate well (as I feel s/he does) is tops in my book.

4. Describe a “perfect evening” with the one you love.
Let’s see, a perfect evening with the sekrit boyfriend (he counts, right? I mean, I’d have to ask his band members if they’ll let him have the night off and all but I think they’ll say yes.) Pizza and movies, I think. Or dancing. And pizza. A beer or two, perhaps. Drunken singing is also fun. Let’s go with pizza, beer, dancing and singing.

5. If you are in a relationship, describe the one thing that makes it work well for you. If you are not in a relationship, do you want to be? If so, what type of romance are you looking for? What would it look like in your life?
What has worked for me in any relationship I’ve had is space of my own. I’m not a “need to be with you 24/7” kind of chick. In fact, I can’t stand being with MYself 24/7! heh If the other person has interests and activities they do on their own, I am more than happy to honor that. I like my time alone. (I *need* my alone time, I think.)

6. If you had to choose between having good sex (I told you not to let your mother read this) OR intelligent conversation on a regular basis, which would you choose and why?
Can I have good sex and then intelligent conversation? Intelligent convo leading to wild hot sex? How about arguing with someone of the opposite political persuasion until we are thrashing about in bed taking out our aggressions on each other? Oh my. I seem to have gone in a whole other direction with this question, haven’t I? Must I choose? Okay. The sex one, then. Thrashing optional.

and finally…..a purely selfish question:

7. I’ve got the Bloggingham Blues. What type of man is right for Queen Mimi Pencil Skirt? Do any of you see love in her foreseeable future? What do you suggest I do to spice up my love life? What am I doing wrong????!

You need an imaginative, free-spirited and fun-loving man. I think wearing your tiara around town would signal your uniqueness to all and attract just the right suitor. Well, either that or someone with a royalty fetish which could also be fun in the meantime! heheh

General Blatherings, Memeage

Queen's Meme

Cow Tales

August 25, 2009 Written by Lisa

Don’t ask what cow tales are. Â Just know that a.) I love them and b.) I shouldn’t. In fact, everything that is in them would also be found on a “Oh for the love of God don’t eat this” list.

To wit: wheat flour, corn syrup, dextrose, sugar, partially hydrogenated Â soybean oil, high fructose corn syrup, modified whey, skim milk, cream, mono and diglycerides, salt, lecithin, corn starch, and artificial flavors.

And I should never, ever have bought them to keep in the cookie jar. Because I have them in the evening with coffee and they are so good that you know it’s a sin to be eating them.

(REMINDER TO SELF: don’t buy these any more)

So, yeah. Â Fun ride home over that damn bridge today. Seriously, people. Can you please have your disabled car issues and fires and whatnot AFTER rush hour? It took me an hour and a half to get home tonight and this is getting old. Â I love where I live but the getting here over that bridge day in and day out sucks. Â There’s always something going on which makes getting over it a pain in the ass. Â GRR!

What else can I whine about? Oh yeah – found out another COOKie show in the area (Richmond) but it’s on a weekday in October and no way can I either take a day or two off work and/or drive to Richmond and back in one evening. Â The chicks are all going and I really do want to but … think I must be an adult. Â /sigh/

How cute is my baby? Will she hate me if I call her the Goddaughter of Pudge and Love? Sophia is just too funny. Â Even though she was the one full of attitude early on (she would start snorting when she was pissed), now she’s all love and placidness while her sister Andi takes over as Drama Mama. Â I don’t know how Kim manages all of it – the babies, a full time job (she takes them with her) and everything else she does. I have always been in awe of her abilities to do 100 things at a time (like build huge bookcases or paint the entire house, etc) but she totally rocks.
More tomorrow … and my response to the Queen’s Meme.

BitchLog, General Blatherings

GRRRRR, Sophia

Finally Friday

August 21, 2009 Written by Lisa

This has been both a long and short week – know what I mean? It’s flown by in total but the minutes and hours seemed to be dragging while I was in them. Â Might have had something to do with not having my laptop that made me feel so lost. Â I am rather a creature of habit. Â I get up pretty much at the same time and follow the same routine in the morning. Â The day is variable depending on work, appointments or (bleah) house chores. Â The evenings, though, same as the morning. My little routine carries me. I like it that way, mostly.

So, without my laptop in the evening, I’ve been forced to do other things. (Yeah, Universe, I get it.) Â I did start doing a nightly meditation/prayer thing called the “Rainbow Bridge” from the book “Bridge to Superconsciousness”. Â So, that’s something. Â I am still meandering through “Eclipse” though not as quickly as I did “New Moon”. Â I generally don’t watch much television because to quote a ~~Dire Straits~~ er, Bruce Springsteen song: “57 channels and nothing’s on”. (Thanks for the correction, Gal. And yes, I’d be all over your ass confusing Cookie with Yamin! Teh Horror! heh)

Neighbor Greg came through and managed to jimmy up my laptop cord and get it to work and also put rubber tubing around the outside of the cord so my mangling of it won’t affect how it plugs in. Â Yeah, I know. Â I’m rough with my toys. (If you are my toy, you know this to be true! heh) So, we’re back to the usual routine and that’s good. The forced vacation was a good one, though. Â Made me see that there are other things to do besides random surfing, tweeting and watching videos of sekrit boyfriend.

Just as an aside, I think I’m going to test out a day where I get to be angry and spew my crap all over everyone else. Others get to do it. Why can’t I? Why am I always, always, always the one that just has to endure it? And on the rare occasion that I do make my anger known, things get escalated. Â So, I shut down and just move into a whole different space when I get dumped on. Â As someone who not only feels what *I* am feeling, but often can feel what someone else is feeling, it’s like being dumped on twice as much. Â And takes twice as long to move past it. Â I don’t hold grudges because that just saps my energy. Â And yelling back makes me feel worse and mean and stompy. Â What to do, what to do?

(Reminds self that the heavy bag in the garage is good for times like this.)

I think I will take myself up on that offer. Â Either that or yell at idiot caller #430 which might not be a good idea since I like to have money for food and stuff.

Yes, it’s Friday. Thank Goodness.

General Blatherings

GRRRRR, Phbbbt