Good morning starshine.... the earth says "Hello!" ...

Ok, so I woke up with the soundtrack to Hair going through my head. It beats yesterday where I woke up from a dream where I was being asked to identify cabbages in a police lineup. ...You know... my brain has never been quite right, but... normal is boring and quite frankly, over rated.

I still say it was a damn good musical. My high school actually did a very heavily censored version of it in like 1988 or something. It was funny because it made absolutely no sense at all. It was all acid-trip lighting and tie dye. I believe it even said B.Y.O.D.&P. (bring your own drugs and patchouli) on the playbill.

If you've never seen the movie... um... maybe you should wait until it comes on TCM or something. It's interesting. Hell, I'd spend the rest of my life strapped in a chair with my eyelids taped open, watching Hair rather than see Westside Story again. *vomit* At least Hair almost made sense. There was a war... the war was fucked up... rich kids and poor kids alike were really into smelling bad and living on the streets. There were drugs... lot's of drugs. Um... and Nell Carter. Yeah.. that was the best part. Nell Carter was there singing her big, fat, black ass off. That woman could sing, like ....almost violently. I'm just saying... I'd have stayed out of her way. *insert Joey Lawrence "whoa!" here*

Stole this from Sheri's blog. http://abc.go.com/primetime/greysanatomy/quiz/greysdiagnosis/index

I'm Miranda.

-You're a perfectionist and you expect nothing less from everyone around you. Even when people complain, they secretly admire you for holding them to your high standards. You family is your rock, even if you don't get to see them as often as you like. But without them, you'd be lost because you can't ever let anyone at work see that you're human too.

...Yeah... so I'm not sexy like Addison, Kali or Izzy. I'm not as ambitious as Christina. I'm the nazi. But I can pull your head out of your ass faster than you can say "But I..."

Actually, I wish I were even more like Miranda. She's a badass.

Ouch... just .. ouch.

Had way too much fun last night. In the interest of protecting the identity of those involved... I'll just say... there were 3 kickass bands, lots of booze, a mechanical bull and lots of giggling on my part.

Way too much fun.

Eat me bitches!

You Are a Chocolate Cake

Fun, comforting, and friendly. You are a true classic, and while you're not super cutting edge, you're high quality. People love your company - and have even been known to get addicted to you.

What Kind of Cake Are You?

Ok.. I just read my previous post and laughed.

I get silly sometimes.

Spring is almost here...

It's time for re-birth, rebuilding... new, fresh starts. It's also time for me to get this house organized and clean! Wish me luck, this is no small task.

Allow me to be self absorbed for a moment. Very few people have ever really gotten to know me. In fact, my husband is the only person I've really trusted in a long time, and even he misunderstands me quite often.

I started this blog, hoping that maybe if I actually expressed myself on occasion, maybe people would throw out some of their misconceptions about me. Looking over my blog, I don't think I've done a very good job. I've been pretty superficial. I've been overly critical, followed by periods of blowing sunshine up any butt I could find. I've kept up every defense mechanism I have, to keep anyone from getting close to me.

Maybe I am after all, a turtle at heart. If you get close enough to see what's inside me... I'd be dead.

Maybe you can just take my word on this one, I mean you no harm.