Posted Date: : Apr 30, 2006 10:54 AMDid you know that running from rain doesn't stop you from getting wet?  And in my life it seems that my umbrella is always in the place I'm going, not where I am at the moment... take this however you choose.

For instance, this morning I went to church and my umbrella was in my car - good place for it.  This is was a recap of my week.  And, all in all, I'm soaked.

The messages from church today were great. 

The first is for those Catholic haters out there - Love everyone, especially anyone who believes Christ died for our sins, stop worrying about how we pray and the intricacies between the various segments of Christian Beliefs, love your fellow person and learn to forgive and accept.

Second - Without Good Friday, Easter would never have occurred.  Suffering leads us to resurrection.  This message hit pretty close to home figuratively and literally. 

Third - Bear Witness (hence my song choice - Holy Calamity (Bear Witness Il) ).

Then there is the one thing that will always affect me and how I live, I quite haven't been able to bring it to confession but think I may very soon. I realized today that each time I go to church and see the families with their beautiful children it's a small punishment. I attend mass by myself to punish myself.  I think I'm by myself to punish myself. The penance has gone on long enough and it's time for me to accept God's forgiveness and move on.

On a lighter note, signs are given to us daily and we shouldn't fight them...

After mass I went to the gym.  I realized I only packed one shoe.  Okay, I'll just not run and do the bike/stairstepper with the cheap-o target shoes.  Then I realized I didn't have my lock... Since it's Sunday I'll trust that people won't steal... Then I got out and thought I'd attempt a bike - it didn't work.  I moved to the tall stair walker machine and it was broke.  I jumped up on the top step and damn near fell on my face, it slid 4 ft in a  second.  I was not meant to work out today.  Hopefully when the rain stops everything else will brighten up too...

Posted Date: : Apr 27, 2006 6:53 AMEveryone has reasons of doing what they do.  And it should be easy to see.  Usually though, we only see what we want and forget to stop look and listen.

I got a phone call a couple nights ago from a guy-friend wanting my advice again about what to do with the girl he's been seeing on and off for 3 years.  He's never happy in the relationship, but each time they sever ties he automatically wants her back.  Guys - don't do this to girls it messes them up!  Make up your mind and stick with it. I'm sure girls do this too, but from my experiences it's a much more male prevelant thing. 

The even more skewed thing here is that he's currently dating a new girl, who I think helped him finally decide to cut the ties with the first.  Again Don't date new people when you're breaking up with the old - that's inconsiderate.   Anyway -  now that he got rid of the first girl, the second one annoys him because she calls and texts all the time.  BOYS - this is what you do in a relationship and if you don't like it let her know.  Otherwise you stop returning calls/texts and she calls/texts more to find out why your not calling/texting.  It's  not rocket science! She's not psycho - you're stupid!  Let her now you want to slow it down.  Of course she'll be upset, but geesh. Making her figure it out on her own will only cause angst.  I sometimes think that is what guys want so they have an easy out.

This is the part where my faults come in.  I can't see why, if something was going good, it should have to slow down.  Even when I understand that it maybe should.   When this happens my emergency signal "abort" "abort" "abort" happens and I freak out. - so maybe I am a little psychotic.  But I've never gone back to the person who wanted to slow it down.  Mainly because I'd be afraid that this would occur again and again and my little mind and huge heart can't handle that.

I'm messed up, and it was pointed out to me again last night by my friend Andy, I wear my heart on my sleeve.  This causes me to be continually frustrated and disappointed because I don't play the games - at least I like to think.

Below is my most recent example of a man going from scorchin' hot to ice cold in moch 10 speed.  I adore this man and understand his situation, but it just plain sucks that I accept it, distance myself and will walk into the next one with open arms for it to happen all over again.

AND this story started out so great. 

Girl writes a cooky MySpace message letting the boy know he was her crush in High School. He doesn't know who she is.  They talk on the phone the first time for 4 hours and he meets her the next day far far away.  (He's shorter than she remembered in hight school, but then again she probably wasn't even 5' yet. She was sad he still didn't have his skater bangs - not really.) They have a fabuolous time experiencing all aspects of the city ending the trip with a cozy nap by the lake. He threatens her if she does not visit him the following weekend. She endures the drive and although not fully understanding what was going on, had another conversation lasting early in the a.m. with a little strummin' and singin' and frustration and understanding. The departure was brief and not ending with any physical contact. It appears to have ended as quickly as it began - NPR this one baby!

I hate computers.  They are some of the most frustrating things in the world.  Right behind trying to figure out why people do the things they do and why it always rains each time I straighten my hair. 

I love it when I spend hours accomplishing absolutely nothing - it's like having a drunken conversation.  Time and energy spent and not even knowing if anything will be remembered/saved; then having to start all over again. Arghhh.

 Posted Date: : Apr 10, 2006 10:02 PMAfter realizing my last two blogs are about as obscure as I am, I decided to combine bands, bars and boys into one message since no one will read it anyway. (And for those of you who do - you don't comment so I might as well be writing for myself...)  And it actually should be titled, "Why are women so damn desperate?"

So this weekend I experienced some music.  Josh Gracin performed at my work, it was a bit canned but livened up in the end.  And the band members seemed very nice.  And they signed my cd (yes I already had it - I like the Nothin' to Lose song) so I'm a fan.  And we previewed some of the songs on his next album and were pretty good.

Then I went to a pretty kick-ass cover band (and I'm not saying that to suck up for free shots - I think the whiskey is still in my system) - Scott & Woody at the MKE Buckhead. 

I've dated my fair share of band boys and understand the fascination - they get sweaty, drunk, stoned and are generally deaf.  All strong qualities to look for in a possible beau.  Oh and did I mention they are probably pretty likely to cheat. (I know generalization - but that's what I'm good at.) 

So here's the point of my blog - why the heck are women such floozies for band guys?  My friends are "friends of" the second band so I was able to meet them and have first hand viewing of attempts at "how to get in the pants of a band guy."

First - You tell them how much you LOVE them - this is generally when the are between sets (or as they are leaving the bar - in hopes that their girl for the night hasn't been chosen). 

My favorite comment by far was how one girl, "ADMIRED a good drummer." ??? 

I admire people who have struggled from despair and have some how come out prosperous or victorious.  I guess for many band guys this can equate to waking up the next morning without a super bad hang-over?

Second - you make sex-me eyes while they're performing.

If by chance they look up and you caught their eye you then quickly move to the next step.

Third - you jump on stage and start dancing.

If your dancing is not getting the reaction you are looking for you don't stop.  No, you go one step further.

Fourth - you gyrate as close as you can to the actual band guy - Repeat this movement over and over. 

I'm sure the band guy is only thinking about you - not the song or the next beer the next chick is bringing him...

Come'on ladies.  Are there still ladies out there?  I'm about to digress but you have to check out the dude listed under my friends (the half-naked one).  He's pretty hot and had some good posts about what's up in MKE.  I don't know him and after viewing his friends I know why - His friends DON'T WEAR CLOTHES!  And then here's dork me on my horse...  Back to the main blog.

I'm sure there are many more steps and variations thereof.  But my goodness.  After seeing the number of hoochies that are out there I think I will be single for quite some time.  I can't compete - and really don't want to.  Plus, I would think lines like, "So, can you show me your paradiddle?" would be more effective at getting a drummer into bed.

I'd also, like to think that the four step above aren't the most effective tactics.  They didn't work the nights I witnessed so - you go band boys! 

With that I'm signing off  - good night.

My first MySpace Blog - and all I have to say is that Adam Vinatieri joining the Colts is the best thing that happened in my month. Only if Villanova, Texas and Gonzaga could've pulled their heads out would my life had gotten any better.  I know it's a sad existence, but I'm content so don't judge!  Have a good one.