Grace should be my middle name.

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Friday, February 25, 2005


The Jimmy Buffett concert last weekend was great. Obviously. I mean, was anyone worried?

Highlights included:

Nice tailgating people, sharing their margaritas and seats with us.

Ruthie thouroughly enjoying her first margarita.

Going cheapo and getting the squirty lime juice for Coronas, instead of an actual lime.

Jimmy playing "Off to See the Lizard" - a family favorite from childhood.

Ruthie and I jumping down over the seats to avoid the drunko frat boys being rowdy behind us, while the authorities were being contacted. The next morning I woke up and tried to figure out where the monstrosity of a bruise behind my knee came from. This hurdle over the seats is the absolute only thing I can think that could have caused this. It's ugly and it hurts. And it's a little hard to explain to coworkers what happened, when truthfully, you're not really sure and you say, "Well, I think it happened at a concert when I jumped over some seats." It wasn't painful then. But it's sort of painful now. Evidence that it was obviously a good night.

Me calling the last 2 of the 3 encore songs. "Boat Drinks" - in honor of the cancelled hockey season and "A Pirate Looks at 40". Go me!

Since then I've been up to my eyeballs in the sort of thing found at this site:

It's fun and awesome and you know you're getting through to someone out there when someone in your class paints a gigantic nun in Roy Lichtenstein style who is yelling "AMEN!", someone else paints his character with blue lines on his face which are obviously "his veins popping out because he's so angry".

Seriously, some days, I wish I could give my job an open-mouthed kiss. Maybe even with a little tongue.

Saturday, February 19, 2005


Sometimes I ask myself, "Am I a bona fide looser?"

Like when:

I download 4 songs one morning. And one was featured in the horrible children's movie, Ella Enchanted, which the family watched post-generator-purchase during the weeks of hurricane nonsense, which I was actuallyl excited about. I was excited for two reasons: - One, because doing anything besides Monopoly or standing in line for ice sounded like fun and two, because my father ACTUALLY saw it in the theater and said it was GOOD. That song was Don't go Breakin' My Heart, featuring Elton John and Kiki Dee. And it may be my knew if-I-were-to-do-kareoke-song. Obviously, not replacing Son of a Preacher Man.

The next song that was downloaded should not be surprising. Since I think I've played it at every party I've ever thrown. Just the opening beats to Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now by Jefferson Starship gives me the wowies - in a good way.

And since I was on the Jefferson Starship page, you just can't pass up the song awarded Worst Song ever made or something, by VH1. But seriously, what do those people know? Yep, I now own We Built This City.

The last song, was probably one I should not admit to revealing. All I'm going to say is that if YOUR name was a title of a song (even if spelled wrong), you'd totally pay $.99 for it. Especially if it's by Jefferson Starship.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Jimmy-Pa-Looza 2005

It's that time again.

Isn't it Saturday somewhere?

Plans are made. Outfits are orchestrated. Coronas, tequilla and limes are in the very near future. I may have to pick up my emergency grass skirt and cocoanuts soon, since I left those (along with my red trumpet and puking stories) back in my college days.

The weather and Ruthie (this could be your last stint as the DD, dude) will be here. And incidently, the weather is beautiful. And for what it's worth - so are you.

This is concert #4 for me.

1: 17 years old. 1997. With the fam. And extended fam. Soaking up those lawn seats and getting caught in a hail storm on the way out. Yeah. Isn't that incorrect? We were high tailing out of there with ponchos on while the Margaritaville encore was playing in the backgound.

2: 20 years old. 2000. Dallas. With an small, but ecclectic group of friends. No pre-gaming. But the best show I've seen. Seats behind the stage. Jimmy turned around and played Bob Marley to US. And ONLY US.

3: 22 years old. 2002. Dallas. 12 rowdy friends. I had to con a few into attending, Just because I knew they'd have so much fun. The trumpet was there. The day was cloudy. We pregamed it like pros and almost forgot to go in to get seats! I think I even got back and did sculpture all night long. Those were some crazy days.

2002, that was a long time ago. I'm overdue for some Jimmy-time.

Reality check: It's 8 and there's at least 48 hours left before it begins.

Monday, February 14, 2005

Miss Thang

When I woke up this morning, I truly felt that I needed another day of weekend-ing.

Mine was jam-packed. But in a good way.

I spent 4.5 hours Friday hanging artwork. Some at a festival and some at the county fair. Though I claim to be no expert at fairs, for my parents refused to take us and let us go to them growing up, I'm pretty sure that this one is pretty po-dunk. Yeah, I'm positive, in fact.

Fairs are dirty. I rode no rides, I ate no greesy food. I saw no animals. And still, I felt dirtier than dirty when I left. I was also starving. So I took a shower and had my Friday Fish Fillet and fell asleep. Only to have to arise 4 hours later to get on a van to take a bunch of 9th graders to a conference.

The conference was great. The 9th graders were great. Friends I got to spend time with there were great as well. But when I got home, I could barely lift my eyes. And, I had spent a 6th day in a row being Miss.

Now, 5 days a week, my name begins with Miss. The other 2 days, the Miss drops and I am just Grace. I need those 2 days without the Miss. I love that time without the Miss. It makes the Miss something I appreciate and during the other 5 days and not something that sounds like fingernails down a chalkboard.

Sunday, I was about a 1/2 Miss day. As, at the downtown arts festival, everywhere I turned, I was addressed with Miss. Don't you just LOVE that smalltown atmosphere?

I actually do love it. But it definitely makes my beer intake something I watch a little more carefully when I know I might be called Miss around the next corner. I'm starting to understand the whole keeping-holy-the-off-the-clock-moments of my life.

So when I woke up this morning to begin another work week, I felt rather deprived of the minus-Miss-days I normally get. But a few valentines and conversation hearts later, some diligent and fun class discussions later, a vase of flowers, and many kind emails congradulating us on the award for "Best Middle School" at the festival, and I thought, "Hmmmm, maybe I'm pretty thankful for this Miss thing.

Thursday, February 10, 2005


I know you all wanted to know that things worked out relatively well this year with the whole Fat Tuesday thing coinciding with "that time of the month".

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

That Holiday Spirit

Today I observed Groundhog Day by making the day's sketchbook assignment a groundhog.

For the next week, I will observe Mardi Gras, sadly not by being there, but by listening to the Mardi Gras Mambo, Mambo, Mambo...I'll probably eat and drink some things to get in the spirit too.

I will observe Ash Wednesday by getting my ashes and, unfortunately, by hanging up a lot of artwork at the fairgrounds.

I will probably have to postpone my observance of the Chinese New Year, which coincides with Ash Wednesday, to Thursday when I will eat Chinese food. Grandma told me a good place to go for Chinese. I have my doubts, but I have nothing else to go on in this town.

I will observe St. Valentines Day, (oh, yes, I did say St.), but not in excess. The day has been discussed by all parties concerned. Since learning what a "forced holiday" is from Earnest, I have filed February 14th under that category, along with the biggest forced holiday of them all, New Years. I heard on The O.C. that New Years is the biggest "girl holiday" next to Valentines Day. Maybe girl holidays and forced holidays are the same thing. I don't know for sure. But as far as I can tell, a forced holiday is a day, that should, for all purposes, be like any other, except that people try and fore it to make it different and by spending lots of money. When the reason they celebrate, really should be observed every day. So why make it a big deal? But I digress...

So it will be observed, by him making me dinner, which is great, because he's a good cook. Now, I'm a big believer in guys pulling out the stops for the girl and such so I'm not looking to go all out here, but since he's putting forth effort in the making of the dinner, I'd like to do something nice too.

My first idea was to get him flip flops, because it seemed he had a shocking lack of them in his repertoire. But I now think that may be because he dislikes his feet. Which is silly, because they're just fine, as feet are concerned. My next thought was a dessert, but then I realized that he doesn't really care for sweets - more for me! A new Hawiian shirt, in preparation for the Jimmy Buffett concert we're doing in honor of his birthday? But is that really appropriate for the holiday? Do I really care what's appropriate?

So internet, I leave you this question, what does a girl do for a guy on Valentines Day, when she's not looking to be elaborate or amazing or nausiating or cute or lovey-dovey? Just simply to say, sweetly and considerately, "Valentine, things are good with you,"?