Kicking & Screaming...

So lately I've been pretty busy working on a couple advances: Radio City Christmas Spectacular, Monsters of Rock, and Ozzfest. It's pretty funny one call I am talking about 3 inches of Blood next call I'm talking about where Santa's going to land. When people ask me what tour I'm on I can't help but say Kicking & Screaming. LOL! So what are you working on? Not that it defines you but as a conversation piece? 

Learning to Listen...

My friend Maggie hooked me up with a wonderful church when I lived in Chicago. I loved the messages, the pastor always made me laugh. I haven't lived in Chicago since 2000. I really haven't taken the time to seek out a church since. My excuse is lame to busy just not enough time. My good friend Snelly made a remark about this pastors blog and how she thought she might want to check out his church. I surprised myself and said what are you doing tomorrow let's go. *steps back* wait did I just volunteer to go to church. The girl who was brought up on Jimmy Swaggart and raised Assembly of God. Who was required to clean her room and go to church on Wednesday and Sunday AM/PM if she wanted to go roller skating on Friday nights. Really just said what what are you doing tomorrow let's go. So...we went to crosspoint and something happened. The pastor made me laugh. (He also made me cry but don't you dare tell anyone that!) The lesson was simple yet complex. He even used a vending machine as prop. (I find myself wanting peanut m&m's) Don't pray like God is a vending machine and pick out what you want and walk away. Learn to Listen. He asked everyone to think of the first word you associate with the word Pray. My word was release. I needed a reminder, I didn't know I was missing anything but I stopped to Listen and guess what... I guess I needed me some God. :) *Thanks Snelly* P.S. I also stopped at the CVS and got me some peanut m&m's.

Avoiding your Destiny 101

I have been running my whole life... I haven't spent more then 2 years in one home. It wasn't always that way I had one house growing up (dad still lives there) At age 17 I left that house and moved to Lumberton, NC to complete my Junior year. I really haven't stopped moving since. I hit the two year mark and off I go. Most people are weary of change and I embrace it. I actually thrive off it. So I find myself looking at October 2008, it marks two years in the 704 square feet mansion I bought in Nashville. So I have started looking at houses in *insert city* as it was time to run. Then I realized something while watching of all things Kung Fu Panda...it was the power of the IMAX effect or something but the wise old turtle Oogway borrows an old french proverb "One often meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it." jaw to the ground. what. So all this "running" all this time... I turn 35 in October and as gift to myself I will embrace the two year mark feet grounded with a happy heart and a home filled with love. 

Don't forget to have a good time...

They say it takes more muscles to frown then it does to smile (http://www.snopes.com/science/smile.asp) and there for awhile I couldn't seem to find my smile... I think it's back. :-)

Vitamin D

My friend Olivia says "My Freckles live in Florida." I seriously think she needs to turn this into a T-shirt cause it's true. I think this needs to be a mass print and not just the airbrushed kind she had made at that festival that said "I heart Mike Webb" although that shirt was cool on so many other levels.  Sighs... I type this as it pours down rain in Nashville and the weather widget on my mac informs me it's sunny and 81 there and I bet Sprinkles still has that Lime sorbet... How is it that I walked/ran 3 miles everyday there and here I can barely make it to the mailbox and back... I taste that key lime butter grouper, hear sting chanting on the lawn,  and I am still laughing about the pink kayak and wonder how a person is suppose to get back into that thing once you fall out...or maybe that's it you just can't fall out? Maybe there is no reset button. Well I know one thing for sure my reset button and my freckles both live in florida. Thanks Liv!

They can't all be happy endings.

My friend Hilary has had 22 surgery's in the past 2 years.  She is currently stuck in a wheelchair while she recovers. However this blog is not about her amazing story (she will need to be the one to tell that) I just want to tell you about a movie she picked out for us to watch "the diving bell and the butterfly...the "true" story of jean do bauby.  so after seeing the movie I order the book for two reasons 1. I figure if a man can blink his book out one letter at a time I can find time to read his book. 2. let's hear the real story. Movies always make changes to what they think "we" as and audience will want to see. How messed up is that. Take Nicholas Sparks books for example when they take his books and turn them into movies they change the endings... I've stopped watching...Life isn't always a happy ending.

plays well with others

Recently watched "Into the Wild" the story of Chris McCandless's life journey. In the movie he writes the words happiness isn't real unless it is shared. Those words have stayed with me... When we are young we are taught to share yet as we grow older we tend to become selfish at a time when we have more to share? I think we all need to go back to preschool days when the report cards reminded us reminded us to play well with others and share. 

forgive sounds good...forget I don't like I should..

Ever have someone do something to you that you didn't think you could ever get over...

maybe they muttered ill will toward you, or lied, broke a promise... I was talking to my buddy Luke Lowes and he told me about his pastors most recent service Pastor says write down each person you have not fogiven onto a potato now carry that bag of potatoes around with you wherever you go and by the end of the day you will not want the burden of carrrying around that bag so you will forgive...in that moment I realized that sometimes in life people are going to have there own fears and you can't change that so why carry around all that weight? Today I learn to forgive...weight lifted.

Pooh, Poo or just plain Sh*!

"Well" Said Pooh, "what I like best..." and then he had to top and think. Because although eating honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but didn't know what it was called. - Winnie The Pooh

It hit me when I was picking up my dog's poo... Happiness. 

Why then why? Simple... I was at the start of walking my dog and walking my dog makes him very happy and him being happy is a basic abc to my happiness. 

There are moments in life right before you get the sweet stuff that we should learn to enjoy...even if that means putting up with some Sh*!