Dancing, Stars, and a bad case of WTF???

Ok, so the person who damns reality television to hell has found a new passion, and it's "Dancing With The Stars.” B, P, and I can't wait until Wed. each week to gather around the television and see if Joey and Ashly have finally admitted they have the hots for each other. Man, I hope he's divorced!

I was so glad to see Trista get voted off, but Kelly Monaco has got to go. I don't know much about dancing seeing as I only had one year of ballet when I was 6-ish, but I do know that Kelly ain't doin' it. Kelly, when she *is* finally tossed needs to take Lisa Canning with her (who is she anyways?).

Now is the time for a properTom Cruise rant, but who isn't talking about him lately? Tom Cruise marrying Katie Holmes was bizarre enough, but taking on Matt Lauer? WTF???? I mean, I can't stand Matt Lauer, but I was rooting for HIM in the power of the minds.

But, other than that...I've still got some drama going on in my life and I'd like to say that it makes me not want to write as much, but the truth it, I just write about toally inane things to ignore the hurt that's actually going on. Good news is that I'm getting spent. I can't think of anything else shallow and pointless to write about, and even when I have an inkling of an idea I can't put it together when I sit down to type it out.

Where the heck is Nip/Tuck?

Who am I....really??

According to those reliable and always right online quizzes, my friends see me as painstaking and fussy. I appear very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder. I rarely do things impulsively or on the spur of the moment. Instead, I examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it. The true me expects my lover to be more relaxed, calm, and composed (than what, it doesn't say....hmmmm....).

With respect to money, I'm a bit stingy. I think good luck doesn't exist - reality is built on practicalities. The hidden side of my personality tends to be methodical - with trouble adapting to the rules of society. I'm the type of person who assumes that the world revolves around me. I actually act my age-pretty much. I'm excited about what's still to come in my life.

Apparently, I'm something of a perfectionist and individulaistic. I'm good at deep mental analysis and complicated reasoning. I'm very sensitive, but also a bit psychic and should follow my hunches. I do not take orders too well, and prefer to work alone or in a situation where I can be the boss. I have a tendency to be somewhat self-centered and a little stubborn (this is true).

My English skills are best in grammar and punctuation, although spelling and vocabulary aren't too bad. If I were a 2004 Hit Song, I would be Float On by Modest Mouse.

My Love/Hate Relationship with Interstates

Yesterday, I did something that I try to avoid doing. I had to drive on the interstate. I-85 to be exact. Since our car accident in 1999 which happened on I-20, I hate driving on the interstate, but at the same time, I think it can be a very powerful thing. Here I was, in my car alone with a mix CD of my favorite songs playing (as always), the day was beautiful (but woefully HOT), traffic was flowing (too many trucks), and my car was soaring. Then, I felt as if I was playing chicken with the transfer trucks and changing lanes around and among the trucks did more to damage my central nervous system tha sniffing glue or huffing paint ever could.

And, this weekend, we're leaving for vacation. I am always the designated driver. 6 hours in the car. Me behind the wheel. The entire thing makes me NOT want to go on vacation. Grrrrr.

Splintered hearts and 401Ks

'ello my pets. Today, I did a massive cleaning of my den. I found mail from Feb. that hadn't been opened (and one from December). That's when you know that you've been making the little piles of clutter and pushing them to the perimeter of the room too long. I need to have company over again, which forces me to clean better. [sigh] Yet, there's still lots of cleaning to be done.

Tomorrow, I go fill out my benefits paperwork for the new job. I'm nervous, even though I'm just filling out paperwork. It just gets more and more real, you know?? Yikes!

I started walking tonight and I hope it's something I can keep up with. I haven't been back swimming, but since the summer is here, swim lessons and more water aerobics classes have started. I love swimming and I'd like to do both. And *B* is going to start working with weight lifting with me. Lo weight, hi reps. I don't want to look like a linebacker.

I'm still sad, still suffering through stuff. My heart is still breaking. It hurts so bad and won't stop. It's so hard to put on this face for everyone else when I ache so bad inside. I don't want to drone on and on about what hurts and how it hurts, but it's so difficult to smile when everything inside feels shattered. I'm fractured. I'm evaporating. I look forward to reaching the stage where I'm just numb.

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Song Title: Explode
Artist: Frente

Lyrics:
the telephone's a terrorist... i'm not even listening... i'm walking with an audience....what isn't an accident... suddenly here... the worst words explode into love at my ear....i'm waiting to hear the worst words explode into love at my ear

this is not my skin... i was invited in... a sweeter singer than anything... suddenly here... the worst words explode into love at my ear... what's worse than my fears... the worst words explode

fear is my.... atmosphere....falling is frightening.... i don't know what you're doing here... you are like my lightening... suddenly here... the worst words explode into love at my ear... suddenly pure... the worst words explode into love at my ear ...worst words explode...explode....

Sex and the City and Me

You know, I'm really into this thing of taking online quizzes. You'd know this if you read my blog over at http://www.myspace.com/redmolly. I have now taken the "Which Sex and the City Character Are You" quiz on two different sites, authored by two different people and with completely different questions and I've twice gotten the same response. I'm Miranda. Now I can't see this at all. Miranda is strong and independent and I'm as co-dependent as they come. Heck, I'd have someone else BREATHE for me if it were possible. I lost my strong will when I got married, I think, but I can't explain how the two are related. Other than having a penchant for red hair, I just can't think what it is about our personalities that seem similar. Oh, and I think Steve is totally hot.

The first time I watched "Sex and the City," I hated it. The character Samantha was the most off-putting. Even though through DVD rentals and watching the show in order (for the most part) I came to really like the show. I never lost the repulsion for Samantha, but the show itself actually spoke to me on a very intellectual level. There's a certain mind-set you have to possess in order to get the show. After my first episode, which I caught in a motel room in Greenwood, SC, I finally got it.

I'm not Miranda.

A dude was totally checking me out in a restaurant today. That never gets old.

The Myth of Tom Waits

I don't quite recall what brought me to Tom Waits's music for the first time. I think that I heard a cover of "O'l 55" (not by the Eagles) and once I discovered who penned the song, I wanted to hear the original. I do know that the first CD I bought was "Closing Time" and I was hooked from the song, "I Hope That I Don't Fall In Love With You."

Being a music appreciator, I have found that many artists from different genres cite Tom Waits as one of their influences. His music is important to a lot of people, but his persona is also important to a lot of people. He's eccentric without trying hard to be. He's brilliant, amazing, and I adore him. I'm in awe of him. I think he's beautiful in every way. I try to share his music with those that I love and I get frustrated when they don't get it.

Top 15 Tom Waits Songs

15. "Please Call Me Baby"
14. "Pasties and a G String"
13. "Jersey Girl"
12. "Hope That I Don't Fall In Love With You"
11. "16 Shells..."
10. "Martha"
9. "Virginia Ave."
8. "Step Right Up"
7. "Big in Japan"
6. "Frank's Wild Years"
5. "Christmas Card From A Hooker in Minneapolis"
4. "Heartattack and Vine"
3. "Ruby's Arms"
2. "Come on Up To the House"
1. "Gun St. Girl"