Who?

I have been described as a passionate person. I have also been labeled obsessive. I don't argue with either. It's really hard to argue with the truth, but passionate sounds better, so I tend to favor that and correct people who call me obsessive. I was reminded of the severity of my personality this weekend.
I may have become a bit passionate (completely obsessed) with a show called Doctor Who (on BBCAmerica). I might have been more excited about the season finale than I was about anything else this weekend and I had a very full weekend.
Fridays are half days at work during the summer which extends my weekend so much so that my mom and I feel like we have two Saturdays. So Friday afternoon Mom, Dad and I headed down to the lake and to check out other lake front properties they're considering buying next month. We were gone a full seven hours just the three of us in the car with periodic stops to look at some awesome scenery and a few truck stops. I have some fantastic photos I'll get posted later tonight but Friday was a day that reminded me just how hilarious my dad is, and just how wonderful my parents can be.
Saturday was equally spectacular. Mom and I won tickets for Cats at the Muny from work so in the morning Mom took Aunt Faye shopping and I stayed home and cleaned and watched about five hours of the Doctor Who marathon on BBCA.
With the threat of rain looming Mom and I headed out for Cats and hoped for the best. Of course not two minutes before the last scene of the first half (Memories) the rain poured and the show was canceled. Mom missed the entirety of the musical that she wanted to see. It was almost comical. But we played in the rain for a bit and enjoyed the weather. Eventually we got home to watch the season finale of Doctor Who.
I should note that I hadn't stopped mentioning the show for the last 48 hours. I am simultaneously overjoyed at the way the season ended and anxiously saddened by the ending of the season. It draws us that much closer to the end of the 11th doctor and the end of the series.
Despite the fact that this season is over, I highly recommend Doctor Who to anyone looking to watch some awesome re-runs this summer. The fact that two days later I'm still gushing about how amazing this show is might just make up my mind that I'm not just passionate, I might just be obsessed. This one should tide me over until my next obsession nears in, the road trip to Minneapolis for Hanson at the Zoo (oh and if you're in St. Louis, make it to the Hanson show at the Pageant. They don't cancel like the Jonas Bros and Kings of Leon.)

Quote of the day: The Doctor: Maybe you've had enough coffee now; how about some nice, calming tea? Let's get you a cup of chamomile or something, shall we?

Sun Roof

The weather is finally getting to the point where it's consistently good. It makes for some great driving moments, sitting behind the wheel windows down, sun roof popped open and the radio blasting some awesome old school hits. Some awesome jams like "What A Man" by Salt N Peppa and En Vogue and "Steal My Sunshine" by Len.

When the radio finally ran out of awesome songs to drive to (Sorry, Lady Gaga this means you) I switched over to cds... but man, I desperately need some new cds.  Most of my favorite bands and some new loves are dropping albums this summer and I'm itching to get my fingers on them. Among the awesome artists are Carney - they're new to my list but one of the best bands I've found in a long time. http://www.carneymusic.com/

Work in progress...

Sanguine

His cat's tail swings
Ears fall flat against his head
As soft rumble of joy fills the wing
He curls up for the night in the hospital bed
Distrubing the rest of down as it lay
The cat shuffles the sheets
As if he's the only one with any say
No matter his loyalty has earned him no treat.
Steady chirps from machinery
mingles in with the sound of breathing
The cat, Death's iconic falconry,
Lies in wait for the spirit to take its leaving.

Song of the Day: Hold On by Tom Waits

knowing when to let it go

It's 10:30pm on a Sunday night. Time for the wind down, the settling in for the last free sleep before a long week at work with PJs straight from the drier and fluffy extra loved pillows. That's what I SHOULD be doing. Instead, I'm slumped over a thermos I almost never use that I paid way too much for. But it's a thermos that very few people have, and you can't get it anymore, and that makes it worth more than what I paid. Well, to me anyway.
The bottom of the thermos is a thin silicone mat which keeps it from sliding or clinking when you set it on the table. I made the mistake of taking this thermos to work and putting it in an industrial dishwasher. The thin silicone mat was held on by glue. Glue that's very old now. Glue that couldn't handle the industrial washer.  So the glue let go. After I found the mat at the bottom of the diswasher, I let it dry for a week. So now I'm slumped over the thermos breathing epoxy fumes and hoping that there's a way to save the letters that are starting to chip off. If I can't finish off this coffee set with the mugs... the least I can hope for is that Hanson stays "highly caffeinated since 1992".
I know that I shoudln't cling to the theremos... but I don't know when to let go. Maybe that's because I drink too much coffee.

Me, Myself & I

Finally, after several months of debating and waffling, I've ended the friendship I've been clinging to despite the detriment to myself. Finally devotions to friendships were tried and decisions were made.  I can honestly say, this time there is no second chance. There is no way to save it. She's crossed the line. The line I never believed she was capable of crossing.

I'm amazingly alright with it. While I know there's still stress on the doorstep, knowing I decided this and I took the action my gut was crying for is enough to soothe my nerves.

Song for the day: Me, Myself & I by Hanson.