I Think I Just Coined A New Word

I seriously need to find better things to do with my time. I just spent the last twenty minutes looking up bands from Canada--or, as I like to call them, "Banadas"--on Wikipedia. The list is long...there are 1,232 of them (give or take). God knows how many others there are that Wikipedia doesn't know about.

Of these 1,232 "Banadas", I am familiar with 32 of them. Of those 32, 8 of them are on my media player: Bachman-Turner Overdrive, Default, Finger Eleven, Nickelback, Simple Plan, State of Shock, Theory of a Deadman, and Three Days Grace. This is what I do all day. I seriously need to find better things to do with my time. Or maybe get a job as a statistician...

Friday Felines

Crash and Burn Before Takeoff

I shouldn't have expressed so much excitement at the prospect of going to visit the town  where James Dean is buried. Literally minutes after I posted about going to Indiana this week and taking a road trip from where I would be staying to where James Dean is buried, I got a text from my daughter's friend saying that she was in way too much pain from her surgery to tolerate guests even if they were there to help out, and could we reschedule for maybe next week? Well, I could, but my daughter can't. So. The trip has been canceled. That is my life in a blog post. One minute I'm all worked up about something, and the next fate picks me up by the collar and throws me into a brick wall. Little does life know that I bought a hammer and chisel....

Once in a Lifetime

So. I am going to Indiana with my daughter this week to visit a friend of hers who just had surgery. I wasn't going to go because of school, but I caught up on all of my assignments and spring break starts next week anyway, so I figured heck, why not live a little? And then I found out that the friend lives an hour and forty five minutes north of Fairmount. Where James Dean is buried.

For those of you who don't know, I have been obsessed with James Dean for a good five years now. If I passed on this trip, it is very highly unlikely that the opportunity will come along again. And I would kill myself. Not really, but you know what I mean.

Crap!

Why oh why did I click on the link to take me to the "new" Blogger interface? I hate it! I want the old one back! it's to busy for my tastes (which is somewhat ironic, since I am ADD and supposedly, we LIKE "busy").

Has It Been That Long?

My daughter keeps asking me why I don't blog anymore. The truth is, I have no idea. Maybe it's just one of those things I started and was destined to outgrow, much like most of the things in my life. I think, though, that this is one thing I should continue doing. I get so restless sometimes, and I never know what to do with myself so I end up wasting a perfectly good day doing nothing.

 So...seeing as how it is New Year's Eve, and the 4th anniversary of the beginning of this blog (yes, I am counting the original one that got deleted when I changed my Google profile), I find it only fitting to begin blogging again on a (hopefully) regular basis.

What I'm Doing For Spring Break

A couple of weeks ago, I got a phone call from Ashley, my youngest daughter. She was in a shop called "Vintage", and she wanted to know, if I had a choice, which one of these would I pick?

I told her I appreciated the thought, but I have a thing about drinking anything out of someone's head.

 




So she bought me this poster instead:

 Last summer, Ashley was in San Diego,California. She went there with some friends to pick up a vehicle. I jokingly told her that she should go up to LA, find James Dean's star, and take a picture of it for me. She said they weren't going to be anywhere near LA, and even if they did go, that would be the last thing she'd be thinking of doing. I didn't figure she would, but I had to ask. I had almost completely forgotten about it until one night in early July, she called me.
                  A: Hi, mom. We're on Hollywood Boulevard. We've been looking for James Dean's star but we can't find it. Where is it?
                ME (after I had stopped hyperventilating): It's not on Hollywood Boulevard. It's on Vine Street. 1719 Vine Street.
                 A: Wow. You know the exact address? (Pause) Wait...I forgot this is you. Well, we'll find it and then I'll email you a picture.
              ME: Oh my God! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You are the best kid ever!

I spent the next half hour dancing around the house until she called to tell me to check my email. This is what I got:

She's the only one of my four daughters who has ever gotten me anything that had to do with James Dean. I'm going to visit her during Spring Break, and she told me that she would spend some time before I came
 looking for more places with James Dean memorabilia so we could go shopping. What a kid, huh?