What always happens. Life.

"I love his smile. I love his hair. I love his knees. I love how he licks his lips before he talks. I love his heart-shaped birthmark on his neck. I love it when he sleeps.

I hate his crooked teeth. I hate his 1960s haircut. I hate his knobby knees. I hate his cockroach-shaped splotch on his neck. I hate the way he smacks his lips before he talks. I hate the way he sounds when he laughs.

I HATE THIS SONG!!"

The Scabies or Not the Scabies, That Is the Question

This is gross, but I feel I must share. 4 Friday's ago, while I was at clinical, I began to scratch furiously at my lower back. I kept scratching and scratching until finally I got the brains to ask a classmate to check out my back. Apparently it's "covered in little red bumps and super red." So I'm thinking to myself, "Self, you're super stressed out and hot in this hellacious uniform(note the sexy picture) they make us wear, so I'm probably breaking out in a rash because of that." So, this lovely rash spreads up my back...and onto my arms...and my hip bones...and the back of my thighs...and my stomach. I made one trip to the doctor I used to go to when I was little, because he could get me in sooner than my regular doctor. This man is a tried and true Southerner, that loves the South, rebel flags, guns, and I've never asked, but probably has a mom tattoo somewhere. He also loves to cuss. You can pretty much guarantee a visit to him means hearing some wordy durds. I'm actually pretty upset if I don't hear any while I'm there...Is that bad? After waiting for hours....he comes in and looks at it, tells me it's a contact dermatitis, orders a Cortisone shot for my butt, and a 7 day steroid pack for good measure. I ask, "Do you think it's from stress? What do you think caused me to just break out like this?", to which he replied, "HELL!! You might never know what caused the damn thing!" YESSSSSSS......So there you have it, I am officially a nerd that has developed allergies to some "damn" something or other. I went to my regular doctor who wasn't sure what it was either, but sent me to get an ultrasound on my lower leg because it has decided to go numb...for whatever reason. Apparently my body is revolting against itself?? Anywho, no blood clot, just a dumb numb leg and this rash. So I call back a couple days later and tell her it's still here, and spreading. She calls and makes an appointment with a dermatologist. I go to said dermatologist, who happens to be a nurse practitioner, and fill out the three hundred sheets of paperwork that ask you everything from whether you've had cancer to warts in your nostrils. "No, No, No, No, No, No, No, None, None, What tha?????, No, No, Asthma, The End." So I bring the paperwork back and they tell me they have to have a picture of me made for their computer. Why does no one tell you these things? So after I take the shocked, freshly born rat(what with all the pink itchiness), cavewoman, that's very confused as to where she is picture, they call me back. I sit in this random upright huge chair that would accommodate a Sumo wrestler, and stare at the very blank, dull walls. They really should put some things on the walls or ceiling or something. I mean, anyone that's in this room with nothing to look at is wondering to themselves, "Can you get the chicken pox twice? Do flea bites really look this bad? Who did I sleep with that gave me these lesions? or in my case..."Maybe the doc was wrong! Maybe one of my patients gave me the scabies and they have already started creeping, crawling, and building tunneling systems..." "Hi, so what brings you in today?" I reply, "Oh, this rash...yadda yadda..." I tell when it started, how I want to throw my skin in a vat of oil and then the washing machine and hopefully stop this accursed itching that is the worst itch of my life, etc.. She looks at it, immediately pulls out a notepad, writes a prescription for a cream and tells me how important it is to keep calm,(YA THINK??!!)gets up from her chair and acts like she's about to walk out. I stop her. "Um, so uh, this isn't scabies?? I mean, I itch like nobody's business and I've heard they itch really bad. And I DO work in a hospital." "No, not scabies for sure. You're not itching between your fingers right?" "Nope" "Well, doesn't look like scabies and you'd itch between your fingers for sure." I start to feel cheated of my money immediately and before she can leave the room I pull my shirt up and say, " Hey! Would you check out this mole?!" And of course, one glance says it's fine and dandy. Well, that's good at least. One more reason to "stay calm." Anyways, my prescription is this steroid business in a base of thick petroleum jelly type loveliness that I am to smear all over affected areas(aka my entire freaking body) twice daily. That's right, you got it, petroleum jelly smeared all over your body twice daily. Oh yeah... I randomly glance at my arms and think "Oh dear God! First the rash and now I'm growing ridiculous amounts of baby arm hair!??!!!??....Oh....that's just every random fuzz that came within 10 feet of me today stuck in my steroid cream." So finally I decide that it is my laundry detergent that I'm allergic to. I'm 90% sure I'm right with this because the other day I put on my Tigers hoodie that well, I haven't washed since last Winter...so sue me...and my arms start flaring up and itching like a band of dirty hippies. The rash is going crazy and having a party. I take off the hoodie, wash my arms, put on a freshly washed( in sensitive skin detergent with no smells etc...awwww how sweet) sweater and a few minutes later, vwala!! no more itching. So I'm gradually washing all my stuff in my new Charlies sensitive skin wash powder I got from Whole Foods.(Gentle enough for babies!! That should do it!) So that's my saga. I am currently itch free and fading off of the goo cream. I bought some new body wash that's hypoallergenic and lavender scented(how soothing-aww) and use that combined with my gentle skin wash the worthless dermatologist practitioner lady gave me. I haven't used perfume in weeks(SUCKS!) and am gradually incorporating my JASON all natural Vanilla lotion in with my Eucerin (yousoitchy nuttinelseworks)lotion.I guess all that's left to say is, thank God in heaven it's not the scabies!

Congratulations Are In Order

To my friend who left me in the lurch and who left me alone to crawl
To my friend who burned me at the stake and grinned as she watched my body fall

For my friend who threw poison darts in my back and responded with a shocked "gasp!!"
For my friend who heard them all talk and responded with a full hearty laugh

My dear friend that slapped me over and over, you truly deserve an award
My dear friend my stupidity was more than a deserved reward

To the friends that made sure the swift hand of justice came down hard as I lay dying
To the friends who threw me to wolves because my broken heart was "just lying"

For all of the friends who hear whispers and think that they truly know who I am
For all of the friends who turn their backs and think that I'm just a scam

My hat goes off to all of you friends, for you've truly put us through hell
Working long hours kicking me when I'm down, you've all done your job so well

Maybe when someone I love has died and our hearts are lurching across the floor
You can spit on her grave, shake your heads in disgust, and know that we still deserve more

-ABH-

Daisy

And we sing this morning that wonderful and grand old message.
And I don't know about you but I never get tired of it
Number 99: Just As I Am.

I'm a mountain that has been moved
I'm a river that is all dried up
I'm an ocean nothing floats on
I'm a sky that nothing wants to fly in
I'm a sun that doesn't burn hot
I'm a moon that never shows its face
I'm a mouth that doesn't smile
I'm a word that no one ever wants to say...

(Uh, uh, by the will of thee
He wasn't finding anybody when he was on a shelf
I saw him in my dream)

I'm a mountain that has been moved
I'm a fugitive that has no legs to run
I'm a preacher with no pulpit
Spewing a sermon that goes on and on...

Well if we take all these things and we bury them fast
And we'll pray that they turn to seeds, to roots and then grass
It'd be all right, it's all right, it'd be easier that way
Or if the sky opened up and started pouring rain
Like you knew he was trying to start things over again
It'd be all right, it's all right, it'd be easier that way

Well if we take all these things and we bury them fast
And we'll pray that they turn to seeds, to roots and then grass
It'd be all right, it's all right, it'd be easier that way
Or if the sky opened up and started pouring rain
Like you knew he was trying to start things over again
It'd be all right, it's all right, it'd be easier that way

(You've done enough to be saved
But you're gonna miss out
Now you don't know your rights from your wrongs
It's the greatest of love
Now don't say you'll be there and then leave
Or don't mention all the hurt that you've seen
Or don't say he's in love
It's the greatest of love)

Good Clean Fun (Well, Sort Of)

(I started this post some time ago....DOH!)You know those times when you have kids in your group and you end up doing something that you haven't done since you were a kid yourself? I've been thinking about all that fun stuff lately. For instance, yesterday was our dear friends Tommy and Deone Spencer's 36th anniversary and we all went to the Kooky Kanuck to celebrate. Well, the table across from us had several kids that obviously "belonged" to the parents and then a few other friends that had come along. The parents ordered Shirley Temple's all around and when they came out, those kids acted like it was the greatest thing since sliced bread. And as I watched them, I remembered feeling that same way. Back when getting your sugar water with extra sugar water AND cherries in it was a HUGE deal. It's never on the menu of any restaurant but everybody knows what it is. I even thought it was so fancy just the sound of ordering one. "I'd like a Shirley Temple, please."

Or what about the sheer amount of joy that rushed through your veins when you got to run through a sprinkler....in your clothes!!??! This is something that grown-ups never consider doing. We don't want to get our makeup runny, mess up our hair, or God forbid, look like foolish kids. Well, a few weeks ago, I was with my niece and nephew at a free kids show held here. It was one of those typical Southern Summer days where the wind stays put, the sun is beaming from ear to ear, the Cicadas are singing their loud, clear song, and no one moves too fast to get where they're going. Needless to say, the crowd was glistening from every angle. Well, there at the bottom of the hill, someone had placed a water sprinkler for the kids to cool off in.
Now, it has been probably 15 years since I've had a Shirley Temple and I think that's a big fat shame. And I wished I had gotten one instead of my beer, just because. And at that concert for the kids, I considered not getting in that sprinkler, but I did it. And ooooh it felt so good. Their mom, my sister, and I kept running down the hill with the kids and getting in the sprinkler when we got hot. It made me feel like a kid again.
This brings me to my antics the other night. Let me back up a little. I was coming home from a late class the other night and I noticed that someone had rolled a tree in our front yard. It was a most peculiar rolling, only one tree. Well we found out who did it and so we concocted a plan to get her back. Get her back we did. The pictures you see are our devilish attacks on a not so innocent friend. ;) I got the whole plan together and was quite proud of myself. They were showing Sabrina at the Summer movie series at the Orpheum and before the movie, offering a wine tasting. I enlisted the help of another dear friend who took "Lil' D"* to the movie for a girls night, where we all met up with her after we had done the damage. "Fancy seeing you here!" We all acted so innocent. Well, after the movie was over, we followed them home from afar. I don't know if it was more fun putting the toilet paper and paper towels all over everything or hearing her reaction later when she called us laughing hysterically. And one of the greatest parts is we show up to the house and no one is supposed to be home. Well, her husband was back in town unexpectedly and he came outside and saw us. My dear sweet mom who would give the shirt off of her back to anyone, and doesn't have a mean bone in her body I'm sure of it, marched right up to him and asked if we could roll the yard. He promptly said, "no." "Lil' M" looked shocked and turned to another one of our bandits and said, "Huh! He said we can't roll it!!!" She was so disappointed. Well, my sweet mom steps in again and says, "Well, she rolled mine!!" And so he said, "ha..ok." And we got to rollin'. I was so proud...

*names have been changed to protect the innocent ;)

These Are A Few Of My Favorite Things

Fo sho fo sho? Or the oh shat I have no money fo sho? Mar 5, 2010

Yeah me too :) Mar 7, 2010

thats real progress. i see light....kiss my grits is just around the corner Mar 10, 2010

what does :p mean? Mar 10, 2010

Glad you came up. Can't wait to see ya tomorrow :) Mar 11, 2010

New place in Franklin. I miss hanging with you already Mar 15, 2010

sorry ur having to work so late. but if you crazy italians dont get a move on u wont find a restaurant open. just wee bit late for this old gal...what a surprise :) Mar 16, 2010

Hi moose. Im a hard working monkey. I use a black key board and sit on my butt all day. Dware dware dware. Mar 17, 2010

Its a guitar! Gah! Mar 17,2010

Tommy is putting on multiple coats and applications of bondo Mar 19, 2010

Your father is a liar from the pits of HELL. I only have one application to be followed by a second!!!!! Mar 19, 2010

Good deal! U should have kept them as souvenirs. Mar 19, 2010

Just made it to LA Mar 19, 2010

I'm out. Getting on plane now. See ya in may Mar 20, 2010

ok you poop heads. cant keep us with this old gal huh! Mar 27, 2010

Looks like u won't be dancing naked after all. Yippie!!!!!! Nn Mar 27, 2010

I was so excited I added a Nn for no reason Mar 27, 2010

The fuzzy meatball makes a most excellent pillow. I guess we can keep her. Mar 28, 2010

okie dokie artichokie Mar 31, 2010

I am working always working working night and day(working night and day) Apr 2, 2010

ill give u my file if u ever take a phsc class..:) Apr 9, 2010

That sounds like fun. Just let us know. I will hold my breath until I hear from you. :) Apr 16, 2010

It will be nice!!!! Weve missed ya so much we decided to wait for ya! Hahahahahahahaheheheehee :) Apr 19, 2010

He says hi back. Puke puke Apr 28, 2010

ok..just because i luv u wont report u to "disgusting room elder" May 3, 2010

Oh but I agree. U have made me smile today...thanks May 4, 2010

What if I want to be a rebel and wear a floral shirt? :) May 5, 2010

just curious. i have vowed never to get in a swim suit again in front of anyone this side of armageddon. my legs are hideous..i need my own private pool or wet suit.. May 7, 2010

i had thunder thighs that turned into moon craters..bet u cant top that May 7, 2010

Made it to LAX hooked :) May 8, 2010

Hooker sans auto correct May 8, 2010

Hahaha! I get to go to dinner with todd william! :) May 8,2010

Oh get over it! :) May 8, 2010

Guess what someone took my magnet off my car!!! I can not believe someone would take someone else's property like that. It's terrible. May 12, 2010

can we work together? one of those days i want my comfort zone...:) May 12, 2010

U w Madie? I got stumping for you...:-) May 12, 2010
Sumpin...actually May 12, 2010
Rev. 4:8..the angels words are your clue May 12, 2010

Okra not the slimey version green beans squash corn May 13, 2010

yes..i have a long record of hanging out with fakers..i have served my time and then some..i luv u too...get back to ur wild weekend and thanks for being the kind of friend u r... May 15, 2010

...but thanks for being "brooke" :) May 19, 2010

...p.s. just in case u and tina want 2 bring me next stray dog u find..2 dogs is perfect no. for me..thought i better put that out there asap..just in case that thought was already rolling around in ur head..:)..:) May 19, 2010

Yowza. I racked myself on the diving board when i was little. Peeing was excruciating. May 20, 2010

Yeah. Finding such imaginative ways to injure the lady bits is humurous. Remember when I scalded mine with coffee? Ouch. May 20, 2010

This is nt an insult to u at all but i think ur skin color is pale enough to pass off as a dead body XD May 20, 2010

U dark yet? Laying out now in sweltering heat gettin darker :) May 26, 2010

oh no..now im gonna get a call from jail..trespassing on private property. or text message that says wire money for bail.... May 27, 2010

I said you were a keeper, that I liked you and that you had a one of a kind personality lol June 6, 2010

GOd! My boobs itch! I want to just scratch at them but my cube neighbor already thinks im weird June 6, 2010

Oh yeah. You are a dog-napper Jun 2, 2010

Enjoyed looking at your trip photos the other night. Talk to u later crazy girl. Love u lots. June 2, 2010

For ransom one huge a flower last known location Dickson June 5, 2010

A cookie June 5, 2010

For The Love Of Alanis

One day I'll find relief
I'll be arrived
And I'll be a friend to my friends who know how to be friends
One day I'll be at peace
I'll be enlightened and I'll be married with children and maybe adopt
One day I will be healed
I will gather my wounds forge the end of tragic comedy

I have been running so sweaty my whole life
Urgent for a finish line
And I have been missing the rapture this whole time of being forever incomplete

One day my mind will retreat
And I'll know God
And I'll be constantly one with her night dusk and day
One day I'll be secure
Like the women I see on their thirtieth anniversaries

I have been running so sweaty my whole life
Urgent for a finish line
And I have been missing the rapture this whole time of being forever incomplete

Ever unfolding
Ever expanding
Ever adventurous
And torturous
And never done

One day I will speak freely
I'll be less afraid
And measured outside of my poems and lyrics and art
One day I will be faith-filled
I'll be trusting and spacious authentic and grounded and home

I have been running so sweaty my whole life
Urgent for a finish line
And I have been missing the rapture this whole time of being forever incomplete

BO..GUS!!

A list of things that Brooke Hunter is just plain not OK with....in no particular order

1. Ashley furniture
I hate the crap. I hate everything it represents. I hate its constant reminder that society is going down the poopshoot. Disposable, worthless, unoriginal, crappy, scantily put together shart.

2. Failing Clinical last semester
Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. That "instructor" gave me the shaft and she knew it. I will forever feel so cheated over that class. Crappiest teacher ever, I hope to tell her that one day. And I also hope to tell her how much I appreciate what she did for me, because the instructor I have now actually teaches, is amazing, teaches me what I don't understand, is patient, and is actually preparing us for the beast that is Adult Health 1 next semester. So thank you Ms Taylor, thank you for kicking me down again and again and making me realize how important this is to me and how even more determined I now am.

3. American Idol
I know my family and a bunch of my dear friends love this show, but I hate it. To me it is the Ashley furniture of music production. Let's completely change what makes people original and unique and throw it out the window and replace it with a pre-packaged unoriginal label that will sell records. Good job, Simon. Disposable society makes me want to vomit.

4. Twilight
If I hear one more word about, see one more bumper sticker dealing with, notice one more shirt depicting Bella, vampires, werewolves, Cullens, or sparkely things that somehow relate to that show, I am going to shoot the tv. Is there not another human the wolf/fanged beasts can fight over? And are there no other books to read people? What did teenagers obsess over before this crap became so shoved down everyone's throats??

5. 93X just up and disappearing
I have my little iPod now and I have a connection in my car for it, so I never listen to the radio, but it really really ticks me off how it is just gone. I miss Crate, the traffic beeyatch, my obsessive ticket winning, calling and requesting songs, and just being able to get my '90/'00's rock/alternative on, whenever I would like to. I would listen to it at work, and I truly did enjoy the ridiculous banter that was Crate. There is not another tolerable radio station left here. I like 89.9 because at least it doesn't play the same ol' recycled crap that everybody else does. Don't even get me started on 104.5 or 99.7.....

6. Nickelback
Biggest sell out band of my time in my humble opinion. I can't understand how one band can crank out so many cheesy, lame, tell me how to live my life because I'm a dillhole that can't understand how to do it myself songs in such a short period of time. I swear, every time I do end up turning on the radio, there's flippin' Nickelback and some new crap song that all the soccer moms have gotten together to call up the River to request they play. That's enough, Nickelback.

7. Lady GaGa
I'm sorry, I just don't get it. I don't like her music, I think it's got really goofy lyrics that are like everything else these days, overproduced. And everybody is treating her like she's the biggest thing since sliced bread. I mean, isn't this exactly what Britney did a few years ago? It's just another pre-packaged hootchy girl that somehow gets labeled as different, new and refreshing. How did that slide? This leads me to my next annoyance...


8. Girl on girl action
How has this gotten so prevalent and so OK with everyone? If some straight chick wants to be edgy and fun and she is kind of losing her oomph...what to do..what to do...oh! I know! Kiss another chick or talk about kissing chicks! Heck, let's write a song about kissing chicks! That should do it. Gross. No, not cool, not ok, not different..been done before, still gross.

9. Kentucky basketball
I hate and loathe all things dealing with them. I hate Cal and his back stabbing ways. I hate how he stole half of our team and coaching staff. I hate how they are now number 2 in the nation and now the favored to win it all. I hate how we got robbed of all of our wins and yet he gets to keep his winning coaching record. I hate how KY fans feel the need to hate on us now. What the heck did we do to them aside from give them our coach and make them worth a crap??

10. Publicizing any romance of mine
Ah yes. This should be #1 on this list. I'm not a fan of being anyone's girlfriend in the first place, it makes me feel nervous and like I have to fulfill some role, which I'm not to good at, I feel like. And I hate people I hardly know to always ask for status updates if they know I am indeed in a relationship. I will tell you if there is some relevant happening that I feel you need to know about OK? And then there's the beautiful stage when the relationship is over and you still get questioned about it. Hey, how's _______ doing? When are ya'll getting married? When is he coming to see you again? Yay!

11. Facebook becoming such a huge freakin' deal
When people start cornering you at the meetings discussing their friend status with you and why you have/have not yet accepted them/if they did something to warrant being deleted as your friend, it's too far. I am currently annoyed with how big it has become and how people are making it such a huge freaking deal. It's Facebook!! I do not hate you as a person, I don't want your children to die, I don't wish any ill on you at all simply because I am no longer your Facebook friend. I simply am no longer your Facebook friend for whatever stupid reason...Probably because you started friend requesting all of my friends randomly(even ones you didn't know) or were all way to up in my grill about stuff. I will still talk to you and no, you have not offended me. The End.


12. People obsessed with my business
I have somewhat already covered this one, but this drives me nuts. In this corner there's the ones who literally laughed, snickered, and pointed at my last relationship like it was a freak show. And over here we have the ones who begin planning my wedding each time they notice I'm close to being interested in a man. There's a section for the ones who revel in any failure I come into contact with. And then ones who obviously don't like me for whatever reason, and are loving talking about anything at all going on with me. Maybe it's all in my head....

13. Man straight up living in the MED
This is just wrong. This man has literally been living there because there is nowhere to send him to. I can't understand why in the world the Med could be going broke....

14. Muvico closing
Curse you crappy economy, curse you. I loved that theater. There wasn't another that compares to it. I loved it because I could literally knock out an entire evening downtown and just stay down there, which is where I prefer to hang. Now I am forced to go to the Paradiso, which is the hangout for all pre-teens and literally every other person in Memphis. Muvico was magical because the crowd that goes to the Paradiso was scared of downtown(I can just tell these things), or perhaps just to young to get anywhere down there other than the movie theater. Gone are the wonderful days of parking in the garage, deciding on dinner at any number of restaurants there, sipping a Snake Bite at Dan McGuiness, grabbing a 12 layer candy apple and stuffing it into my purse to sneak it into the theater, getting my student discount that brought my grand total for my ticket to a beautiful 6 dollars and 50 cents, chancing running into one of the Memphis Tigers, because that was there theater of choice too, and then coming out of the movie and being able to hang out at the Saucer. :(

15. Concerts at the FedEx Forum
I have given the Forum concerts many a chance, but after seeing John Mayer there the other night, I came to an official decision on the matter. I just don't like concerts there. It's too big and doesn't have the elements that I love about concerts, those being the intimacy of a small occasion, being able to dance and shake and wave my hands if I want, and being close to the band. No guards kicking people to the back if they come to stand near the front, no people getting annoyed with me standing up the whole time, no one throwing cans at my head if I dance(yes, this actually happened once). Just me and my dancing, the tight crowd, frequent shifts in standing positions, and the band in all it's raw glory.

16. Size 10 1/2 shoes
This is my true size and it is the one size that is treated like a freak show. It just doesn't exist except on special order or very rare brands. You can have a half size in any of the other sizes, but once you get past a 10, your foot instantly just goes up a whole size apparently. It's magical. So I am left with shoes that are ever so slightly small or floppy enough that I have to get those little space filling thingies. Fun. Fun.

17. Only remembering the good things
Why do I tend to do this with relationships? I always find it so easy to recall how he could make me laugh and things that made us laugh together, great times I had with him, beautiful and sweet things he said to me that had never fallen on my calloused ears before, how good he always smelled, how wonderful it felt to simply be next to him, the goofy ways we answered the phone when the other called, how I felt like the only girl in the world that had ever truly mattered to him, happy songs that always made him think of me, and songs that I loved so much because they made me think of him. I can't seem to remember the times he didn't laugh at what I found hilarious, really bad times I had with him, mean things that he could have told me in a much nicer way or that were actually not necessary to mention in the first place, and that I had never really dealt with before, how he sometimes smelled like a dirty sock because everyone does every now and again, how bad it felt to be next to him when I could sense that he no longer wanted me there, the ways he answered the phone when he was busy with something else or had something better to do, his other girls that felt the same way at one time, or songs that actually applied to our romance and how screwed up it actually was, but I had labeled as bitter or glass half empty. I wish I could revamp my stupid replay button in my head.

18. People treating me like I don't know what I'm doing at my job simply because I'm a woman
Yes, I am indeed here to repair your furniture, I am actually quite knowledgeable and experienced at what I do, I am very adept at handling power tools, and I am a woman. No, I didn't just start doing this yesterday, I do not have to have a man to help me finish your furniture, and just because you were born with a Y chromosome does not mean you are automatically skilled at repairing furniture if you "just had the right tools, glues, and 'paint.'" Do I look like a wilted little flower??

Drew Baylor: "I'm fine."

If it wasn't this... it'd be something else.
I thought I would take this time to post some quotes from my favorite movie, Elizabethtown, well, just because.

It's a heck of a place to find yourself

Drew Baylor: I'm gonna have to call you back...
Heather Baylor: Okay, just dial HELL and i'll answer.

Hollie Baylor: All forward motion counts.

Drew Baylor: There's a difference between a failure and a fiasco. A failure is merely the absence of success. Any fool can achieve failure. But a fiasco, a fiasco is a disaster of epic proportions. A fiasco is a folk tale told to others to make other people feel more alive because it didn't happen to them.

Hollie Baylor: It takes time to be funny. It takes time to extract joy from life.

Drew Baylor: I've just recently decided that the things we know aren't black and white.

Chuck Hasboro: Okay, it's all about family bro.
Drew Baylor: Thank you, Chuck.

Drew Baylor: Because we have a moment here, let me tell you that I have recently become a secret connoisseur of 'last looks'. You know the way people look at you when they believe it's for the last time? I've started collecting these looks.

Claire Colburn: I want you to get into the deep beautiful melancholy of everything that's happened.

Claire Colburn: Sadness is easier because its surrender. I say make time to dance alone with one hand waving free.

Claire Colburn: I'm impossible to forget, but I'm hard to remember.

Claire Colburn: So you failed. Alright you really failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You failed. You think I care about that? I do understand. You wanna be really great? Then have the courage to fail big and stick around. Make them wonder why you're still smiling.

Jessie Baylor: I teach my kids about the things that really matter. I will teach them about Abraham Lincoln and Ronnie Van Zandt, because they are equally important in my house.

If it wasn't this... it'd be something else.

Claire Colburn: We are intrepid. We carry on.

Cold Water Pulsing

All I have is what's racing through my head and it drives me up these colorless walls
Listening to voices telling me what I need to think and trying my best not to crawl

Cold water burns my veins like the hot that once flowed effortlessly and free
Remembering holding your hands and kissing your mouth as you say how much you need me

Demoted to a position I never would have dreampt pursuing on my own
This inchoate love already drilled deep and fixed within these bones

I am better at being on my own for I can't give all of something that's incomplete
Thrown from your window, nothing could break my fall to the concrete

Now everything is fine and new, and we carry on like wounds were never cut
But my sutured soul reminds me of the purulent remains still festering deep in my gut

I'll talk to you and pretend the things you say don't hurt, while I reiterate my "tough girl face"
I try to keep elation at bay, because reality will always come back to put me in my place

My Flip Flopped in Two

I have to get another phone because I fell asleep with mine after a lonnnng and late night trip back from Kentucky over the weekend. And alas, my phone broke in half, the flip part literally broke right off. So I still have a screen, which means I can text. And there is a little bitty part of the flip left which allows me to "close" the phone so that it doesn't dial random people and what not. I can still take calls as long as I have them on speaker phone. But today I'm gonna try to go and get another phone. Anywho, you know how this works. Now I have to take note of my favorite saved texts that will be gone forever once I get my new phone, so here goes....




You gotta make a move before you figure that one out
Oct 27, 2009

You you
Oct 27,2009

You do
Oct 27,2009

No sleep for me tonite and my @** hurts!
Nov 20, 2009 2:54am

Me too! Ok good night i will see u in the morning-oh how long does our conversation have to be?
Nov 20, 2009 2:57am

How spiritual are you? We're having breakfast for Jesus!
Dec. 12, 2009

This is the elusive jules @ my cleaning job...1st time 2 nt run away frm me. But I swear shes 'mean muggin' me...isnt that a snarl? Or maybe just her elvis impersonation.
Dec. 21, 2009

This pics worth a million words.
Dec. 30, 2009

I got the saggy eye..i hate mornings, but laying next to Nanna makes it better. Poppa wants to know if u got his message last nite?
Jan. 3, 2010

Youre like a bag of chips and more
Jan. 6, 2010

Tom Cruise' wife in valkyrie reminds me of you
Jan 9, 2010

I wrapped it up about 10 min ago. Its already bled through. I need nursey brookey poo. :(
Jan. 11, 2010

Bout time ultra amazing lady friend of mine.
Jan. 14, 2010

lol im sry, good morning. In eng-i missed you, alot.
Jan. 14, 2010

Youre one fine girly
Jan. 14, 2010

My cats are gay lovers..fat gay lovers...
Jan. 14, 2010

1)Reminds me of the dissapointment in ur voice 2)he says my woman 3)the sky is bluer when ur around
Jan. 16,2010

God i miss u so much.
Jan. 17, 2010

"C the months they dnt matter, its the days i cnt take. When the hrs move to min's and im sec's away."
Jan. 17, 2010

Good morn.
Jan. 18, 2010

Have you read the semi new brochure on the Bible yet?
Jan. 26, 2010
Me either...sounds like we need some buddy system action
Jan. 26, 2010

I love talking to you as soon as i can. Having you to talk to makes getting started easier.
Jan. 28, 2010

Look familiar?
Feb. 3, 2010

My tuesday drummer boy get up
Feb. 9, 2010

"When she smiles at me, im gonna take my chance."
Feb. 17, 2010

Tiger apologized..so were back together..:)
Feb. 19, 2010

You read about Maggot wound treatment? Think it will fly on my skills test if I bring some maggots and slap 'em on my manaquine?
Feb. 22, 2010

Poor moose. Its good for you. You'll be a smart globe trottin moose.
Feb. 22, 2010