Sitting, Waiting, Wishing...

That I had something productive to do right now...

Instead, I figured i'd create something productive.

Good Week.

I mean, really... good week.

I got cable, a dozen brownies in the mail (thanx chesterfield) and order confirmation in my e-mail today that i can expect Matty nay's new Release on Monday :-) WOOO!

Rock the Nathanson!

Best of all...

today, at 1pm, i pick up...

dun dun dun...

My very own SCOOTER!

WOOOOOOOOOOO.

And so that clears room for me to write about lots of other really random stuff.
As soon as I think of something worthwhile and interesting.

Man, That Really GRINDS MY GEARS.

I'm not in particularly groucho mood today, but Man, l have got to tell you... not only is that the worst fucking sweater i have ever seen (IT"S A COSBY SWEATAH!), I'm sure noticing a hell-ov-a-lot of things around me that are either mildly confusing, annoying or just really Grind My Gears.

So rather than repeat, "You know what really grinds my gears? It really grinds my gears when..." we're going to intertwine each of the below annoyances into a multiple choice quiz, so there's at least something fun about all of these overtly obnoxious things:

1. I incurred a raging stomache ache Thursday/Friday, seemingly healthy demeanore all weekend (Dragon Ramone and I even jumped on the trampoline), and now, last night... A las, I am sick to my stomach again.

"Remember when I ate those Toquitos and threw up all over the grocery store?"
"Ugh! I Hate Throwing up in Public."
"Ah! Me, Too!"

This Quote is from:

A: The Truth About Cats and Dogs
B: Romy And Michelle's High School Reunion
C: Mean Girls
D: Wayne's World

2. Did you know that country music really is really terrible and that people in South Dakota really do listen to it all hours of the day? No, really!

Did you also know that a bunch of pretty awesome mainstream tunes have been made into country songs and kicky country stations play them about four times a day, every day, during the given hours of 8am - 5pm (Maybe that's where my stomach ache is coming from).

Which of the following does not make my ears bleed and heart sink every 2-3 hours?

A: Verticle Horizon's "Best I Ever Had" by some country Dude.
B: Ryan Adam's "When the Stars Go Blue" by some country Dude.
C: Dave Matthew's "Crash Into Me" by some Country Dude.
D: Bon Jovi's "It's Alright, S'Allright, S'Alright, S'Alright, S'Alright, S'Alright... Cause you Can't Go Home," By Bon Jovi.

3. So, I have very generous aunts and uncles. While I was out to dinner with Aunt #1 (celebrating my birthday over Tirimisu last night), Aunt #7 and her boys dropped over two really cool lamps that just didn't fit in their house with their decore. I liked them, so I figured I could work them into my new abode.

Too bad my room has a closet on every wall and i can't get it to work the right away.
What would you suggest?

A: Put the lamp somewhere else.
B: Just make it fit, you whiney bitch.
C: Knock out a wall and make two bedrooms one. It'll fit then... Yeah...
D: Deal without. Christmas lights work fine.


Shortay for now... i'll be back with more later.
I need to meet my pepto quota for the day... urghhh...

Pokey Adrenal

Me. My Car... who's next?

I've heard "i'm stressed! I'm stressed," from so many people on so many different spectrums of the life chart...

Sadly, I think i've used that statement more in the last 8 or 9 months than I'd ever let on...

Which is funny, because I've never really had the tendency to get stressed.
It never made much sense to me, because overall... everything always ends up ok, always gets done, and always comes to flourition... there is really no need to sit around and fray your nerves about all the "small stuff."

Hello... they wrote an entire book about it...

But the last eight or nine months? Oi! Stress a-mundo.
The teeniest, tiniest, itt-bittiest thing would throw me on a stress-loop. I was having major problems just being myself and responding accordingly to people who were just being helpful or suggestive. So.... not like me.

So much so, that I went into my alternative health care/chiropractic guy to check it out.
Turns out, my Adrenals are totally blown to bits.

What does this mean translated to middle school english?

ADRENALS:
The adrenals are our energy and stress system. When we are under a great deal of stress, we will usually blow out our B-complex vitamins which in turn will eventually blow out our adrenal systems, as it is this system that takes over when we are too tired to function, and yet we continue to push ourselves. When your B-vitamins and adrenals have been blown out, symptoms will begin to appear. At first you may feel more tired than usual, eventually looking for a nap in the afternoon. You may find you cannot handle the littlest stress in your life and eventually, you may find you are not able to sleep at night even though you are very exhausted. This deficiency becomes overwhelming to the body and it seems as though you are on a merry-go-round. You are very tired, but cannot sleep, and so you become even more tired and drained. In order to help heal the adrenals, it is imperative to reduce stress in your life as much as possible. Remember healing yourself is your responsibility and although you cannot heal others, you can make conscious decisions in your life as far as what is and what is not acceptable.

Well, geez.

That makes so much sense.

No wonder I could drink 42 oz of cafe mocha in an hour and not have it affect me...

My poor body.

Just like the battery in my car, it's shot to bits, even though i've tried to facilitate it beyond it's capacity. Seems my circumstances were doing the same to my system.

Hooray for repair. My battery should only take half hour. I feel this adrenal business is going to take just a tad bit longer...

Hahaha... I said, "adrenal."

Home, Sweet Home

I bought a house.
And I've been working on it a lot.

I finally bought a new camera today... so here are some pictures: :-)

My kitchen... painted, and I put a wood stain on all teh cabinets. used to be real boring and just cream-colored before. - also redid the backspashbehind the stove. I love it.

Below are also a bunch of photos of my livingroom, my bedroom, my guestbed/drum room (lame right now) and bathroom... no outside photos yet because the colors aren't smokin' cool on the outside yet so... there ya go :-)

R.I.P. my bike.

I would call myself an avid bike rider.
That was until the last year when i let the 'hubby' borrow it to go to work one day and he blew out the front tire.

Big suprise.

Mysteriously, a week later, the rear tire blew out, as well.

No big deal... you just get new inner tubes for $2.99 at REI or something...

Anyway... the glorious day that I closed on my new home, just two weeks ago, I thought it fit to drive straight over to my abode and unload the massive amount of shit packed tightly in my car.

I have no garage, but I do have a car port. Something I actually really enjoy because it does the job right, and will make a neat little patio place in the summer.

Unfortunately, I wasn't brainy enough to think that my bike may not clear the roof of the port upon pulling into my driveway. Even atop my car, I totally thought it would clear an easy 3" or 4".

Wrong.

I pulled under and felt a nice snug *thunk.*

Damnit...

My thot proccess developed as such:

Shall I leave the car in, and try to pull the bike off of my car roof to refrain from causing any more damage?

-or-

Shall I back up so that i have clear access to the bike, the rack, and my car?

Yeah... that second one sounded like a much better idea.

I threw my stick into reverse and backed up with a jerk to the gas break ( I thot ripping off the perverbial bandaid would be quick and painless).

Instead, The rack bent into my car, snapped in half, ripped the entire seat off of my gorgeous mountain bike, then snapped the front frame of the bike in half.

You know that moment that you know you just fucked up royally and you sit there cringing, wonder how you could have made such a collossal idiot decision?

There it was.

And when it passed, I cried for 10 minutes, not even about the bike, really.
More about the culmination of change that had occurred over the last 24 hours.
And, "How the fuck am I doing this all right now?"

Fuck, man. Now it's sitting in a pathetic little pile in my car port. Sad, sad bike.

Sad, sad sami.

I guess it's all the more reason for me to get a moped.

R.I.P. my beautiful little bike...
1994-2006.
(picture refrained out of respect to the bike).

Booooooo.

**i'm going to be an auntie times two.

***if you're looking for cheap entertainment, come over. I didn't see anything yet, but I keep hearing little kitty feet fly across my wood floors and then *SLAM!* against the wall.
I'm not totally sure what's going on, but i'm pretty sure it's worthy of AFV status. :-)

Going Cuban.

I've decided to veer directly off the path of relaxed blues, greens, purples and browns (the sami norm) to make my little kitchen very... cuban cigar box. Bright Orange, tea-stained walls and wood-finished cabinets. It's gonna be hot!

I've just decided my bedroom is dedicated to Maynard (Brown, earthy-colored... with just a splash of green) and my kitchen is allllll Holiday. Wahoo!

Ok, enough queer eye.

I'm laughing because I've been railing on people for the last few weeks about how it's not YOUR, it's You're (or vice versa), and low and behold, this great guy with whom I went to High School (i think three grades ahead of me) e-mailed me today and pointed out that my Matty Nay Quote up top o' the blog is totally in the wrong context.

How did I miss that for an entire year +? That is so fag.

I think I'll have a new layout coming anyway... Or I'll just fix it.

Just goes to show that:
1. Most people just don't give a flying rats ass.
2. Don't notice those things.
3. That what bugs you most about people is, in fact, those things in which you do yourself.

(a gleaming example;

a friend called me today with news of a moochtastic relative...

"funny...," i thought. "you used to do that same thing to me...")


**Did ya'all know that Kirby Puckett Passed? SUCK!
**Anyone down for Salsa Dancing in my kitchen?

Biddy biddy bom bom (what movie is this from??? oh yeah...)

More interesting stuff coming soon...Honestly... I'd like to write something uber drama-filled... but alas, my life is drama free.

... and proud. :-)

Like, Oh my gawd! Finally...!

I was going to try to give up criticisms for lent but:

1. Oakley brings out the criticizing bitch in me.
2. About 97% percent of my humor stems from snotty remarks (cause blundt honesty, even when brutal) is pretty hilarious, and I'd rather be witty than quiet library girl.

Where?: the local coffee joint.

What?: Making fun of a guy (i'll link you later if you e-mail me so you can judge for yourself, tho you won't get the full affect without his boistrous, self-rightious attitude) that used "me" and "I" 15 times within the course of the two minutes (Oakley counted).

Why?: He took his gracious time to walk over to me, my friends, and about 70 other groups of people in the coffee bar, with hands on waist, to not-so-subtely revolve ours (and every one elses') conversation around himself, how he's amazing at music, going to L.A. because "his brother has connections," and that he cut the brownie Teresa and I were sharing.

Seriously. You're not good. I have some really awesome friends in denver that are amazing in talent and don't lay around and brag about themselves. I did a little booking as well as other involvement and did an appauling amount of research and a large span of music writing for a publication revolving around just that... I hate to pull the "i know better than you" card, but it's something i'm confident about. My friends dont' trust me in regaurds to music for nothing...

However, I very much encourage you to move to L.A. and figure it out for yourself - because someone needs to get you off that pedastal and knock some sense into you. Learn from Experience! It's the best route!

Sadly, In this case, I think the fall from the top will be pretty crushing, as the crowd you pulled to support you while you performed your two songs tonight was very impressive. I didn't get it... why would a "friend" feed you with false confidence? Hurting, not helping.

Wow. I sound so... "Denver Message Board." Sorry. Had to get it out.
This singer/songwriter guy really did annoy me this much.

Ok, you've caught me. I"m back in Rapid City, SD... throw it in a book... "big city girl moves back to tiny town and goes through big life change."

Yes... that's "that chapter" right now...

And i've easily stepped into the snotty city girl role. The typical bitch chic you see in all of the movies.

Judging. Judging.... JUDGING!

i'm wildly exaggerating...but the book is better that way.

So much for that whole lent deal... but jackasses like this guy make it so damn easy.

More to come on a regular basis (me hopes)...

Other news:
*I have a new job: marketing assistant/director --- helping to revamp a company in a huge turnaround... i love it.
*Bought a house, so my free time is consumed with "Samantha Stewart" home projects.
*Our family shmitty pants Gabriella died yesterday :-(
...way bummed!

Here's to her.