Returning to My Roots

You know when you get a pair of jeans and you love them so much, all of a sudden your old pairs look hanus on you? I mean no 7's, Diesels, or (dare I say) Levi's could possibly top this new pair of Rock&Republics.

Until... you buy another pair. Its organic cotton blend dark jeans time! You know, the ones you bought in Park City and the label is so organic, you can't even read it to be able to tell your blog readers what brand they are? Yeah, those look amazing. And suddenly the Rock&Republics are old news. In fact they now hanify parts of your body that you never wanted to know existed...

I call this the newjeansyndrome.

And in the world of metaphors, I have newjeansyndromed my blog.

Where The Facebook and Myspace are my 501's and 7's, this blog is my trusty Rock&Republics. Of course, the elephant in the room here is unsortedmail... in all its organic splendor.

Well bloggees, I hereby commit to you to make a more concerted effort to dust off those R&R's a little more often (maybe even the levis, if people commented on my wall, like EVER, sheeeesh...). Please accept my apology.

Unsorted Mail

If you are unimpressed by this blog or are just in the mood for something that requires slightly less commitment, please step aside for the latest and greatest

UNSORTED
MAIL

Katie and I hope to give you a laugh by joining our powers and at the same time serve ourselves by having an outlet for voicing all those inner questions, comments and concerns that so often go unrejoiced.

...

free sample:
...

Dear Visitor,

Hit this up.

Love,

Marie

Guilty Pleasure Wednesdays

We all have em.

So I have officially decided that in the interest of having a sound mind and living in freedom, not fear, Wednesdays are now Guilty Pleasure Wednesdays. From synthesizers to sloppy joes, everything is fair game. The trick is searching unabashedly within yourself to the depths where you have stuffed all your embarrassing, uncouth, socially inacceptable longings and helping them to resurface. It make take a few weeks to fully get there. I mean these things can be buried reeeeeaal deep. In some extreme cases, hypnosis may not be a bad idea. But you have to start somewhere.

And last Wednesday, start somewhere, we did.

Ode to Levi

Ode to Levi Garrett:

tell me what a girl's gotta do
when all she wants is a little chew
i bet you'd never encounter a problem like mine
if you were below the mason-dixon line

5 highway exits, 5 blank stares
it seems no one sells you anywheres
i ask for you by name, people look at me perplexed
for not carrying you, the north ought to be hexed.

one man offered me bandits, twas insulting at large
i left with despair, free of charge
but give up, i would not, i was determined and bound
to hit up every 7-11 and exxon around

i guess 6th time's the charm when it comes to chew
so persistence is needed if you're to get through
i wonder, mr. garrett, if you were here today
upon hearing this offense, what you would say

you'd probably say "stay in texas, you stupid fool"
anyone who doesn't sell me should be considered a tool
so if you take a road trip up north, don't leave it to chance
you'd better plan ahead and order online in advance

I heart Heart Day

This is my flower arrangement, titled

"If My Heart Were a Garden"

Just kidding!

(and also, in protest, I am wearing blue today. Take THAT, St. Valentine!)

Pat McGee vs. the Tiny Tee

My love for Pat McGee was rekindled last night (despite some alleged tiny tee wearing that happened on stage). And for those of you that were present for Kelli and Mike's engagement at one such concert a couple years back and had the pleasure of witnessing this special special band member...







well have no fear.

Because he is still

very much

a part of the band.

The highlight of my night happened to come later though, at a special encore performance by the saxaphone player, that occurred, well... in my apartment.

I'd say Tim has a future in the

wind instrument profession...

And a past, now that I mention it.

Brokeback to the Future

OMG! I'm going blog crazy... and I'm not even ashamed.
Not when its because of something this funny... enjoy.

Belay On?

On belay.

Climbing the corporate ladder is no feat to be taken lightly.

I should know, for this pay period has fallen in step with the growth trend of my bank account, which began last month when I realized I had gotten a surprise $1.04 raise. Ladies and gentlemen, I am happy to announce that I received another $0.01 raise. For those of you who can't add, I have two things to say:

1. You obviously weren't homeschooled.
2. My net profit thus far in 2006 comes to a grand total of $2.09 higher than last years.... and counting. And I hadn't even made "get rich" one of my New Year's Resolutions!

If you're one of those people who needs to "see the math", this is for you:
($1.04 + $1.05 = $2.09)

BUSH VS. BONO

Now THERES a debate worth having.

. On Thursday, I was priviledged enough to be in a room with both rockstars. Also, Barack Obama was there. And I like him too. But he is not quite radical enough to enter into my gauntlet.

. Who am I kidding... I hate debating. I got a worse grade in debate than I got in Health. And I didn't even take debate! No but seriously, when I went to Lamar, my lowest grade over the entire course of my time there was in Health Class. No lie. Moving on.

. Since I hate debating, I'll just include Bono and Bush's best quotes of the morning.

Bono:
. "Justice and equality go hand in hand. But equality is a real pain in the ass."

Bush:
. Well... I can't remember anything he said specifically. I'll change this blog when something comes to me. But he was good. goood. goood.

Bono again (because he was so funny):
. "Please join me in praying that I don't say something we all regret. If you're wondering what I'm doing here at a prayer breakfast, well, so am I. I'm certainly not here as a man of the cloth, unless that cloth is leather."

So apparently Bono wins. But when I come back with Bush's quotable quotes, we might have a different story on our hands, mightn't we?