Let the Children Sing

I guess that it is no secret how much I love music. Just about any kind. I love it all. But aside from barbershop there is one that I love almost as much. Dare I say maybe more?
I absolutely LOVE to hear children sing. It is one of the greatest sounds that God has blessed us with on this earth. it doesn't matter if it is a wonderful almost professional children's choir or just a child sitting behind me in church, I can't get enough of it. i can't really explain what it does to me, but it just seems to put a huge ear-to-ear grin on my face. A few Sunday's ago, I sat right behind the Mann's at church. Let me tell you, those little girls can sing. i don't think I sang a note that entire service. I just stood there in awe of the sound they were making. It was so pure and joyful.
I think that may be a small part of what makes children's voices so special to me. You can just hear the carefree nature of it. They are singing from the heart and they mean what they are singing (saying). It reminds me that sometimes in worship and in life I just go through the motions instead of praising God with every breath I take. So God bless the little children and the music they make. It's one of life's greatest joys for me.

Life is a Highway

Tomorrow bright and early i am headed to Pursch Motors. I am going to head up to Dallas with a small group to pick up some vehicles that they purchased at auction. So to the Big D and back in a day. I can't wait. I love cars and I get to drive a brand new one on the highway listening to my CD's for about 4 or 5 hours. Plus I get paid for having so much fun. Can't beat that. So everyone pray for a safe trip there and back for everyone driving tomorrow. I can't wait!!

Die Die Die

So you see that woman to the right there? Yes you do. She really needs to die. I mean a slow, painful and agonizing death. That would make me VERY happy. REALLY happy.
Now before anyone starts calling the police or anything of that sort. I would like the character that she plays on Nip/Tuck, Julia McNamara, to perish. (Although, I think that I despise her character so much that i would not like Joely Richardson in real life.) This got me to thinking about how much we as individual (or at least me) get into a favorite show. There is, or was, a character that was making life pretty difficult for my favorite character as of late. As Sean was going to operate on her, I caught myself thinking, you should kill her. Didin't think twice about it. Now he didn't have to since she was clobbered by a bus about five minutes later, but what a wierd thought. Now I would not wish for someone to die in real life, but I have no qualms about wishing such things on a TV character. Just something I found odd and thought I would share. Maybe I am addicted to Nip/Tuck. No, no, no. There's no maybe about it....

Another Me

I was listening to my favorite band, Sister Hazel, yesterday when a song came on that I thought I knew very well. It's called "Another Me" and I guess I had never REALLY listened to it. I knew all the words, but for the first time I guess I really HEARD them. Here's the lyrics.

Digging in for another day
Carrying on in my own way
But you know me, I live and die nearly every day
Insanity is having its way with me

These days in the gallows
I'm kneeling at the block with my neck outstretched
And I should have stayed in the shallows
But you know me, I'm in too deep

[CHORUS]

And I'm waiting for another me
One that can change the pain of yesterday
Carry me through another day
And I'm waiting for another me
One in between the burn and the lessons learned
'Cause being me ain't no way to be

Talking law down at Murphy's Bar
Unhappy hour on my own last
Calling me out on my living lie
Looking for luck I can't even buy

[CHORUS]

Give me one chance at recovering what was lost
And give me one shot at redemption at any cost
Repair my way before it breaks me
Don't break me

Hello, do you notice me
Can't you see that I'm crumbling down
Tired of the same old same
I’m coming to, coming back around

That song is just about exactly how I have been feeling for the forseeable recent past. I've been waiting for a massive shift in attitude and what not to occur. And for the most part it has. I love the chorus. Now I can't "change the pain of yesterday" but I can carry on to a better day. And i'm finding that place "between the burn and the lessons learned" and it's a pretty good place to be. What a shock. When you learn from your mistakes (FINALLY) you fix them and figure out how never to do that again.
So once again music has helped me realize something. I just wish it had the same impact on the rest of the world that it has on me. I wonder what it would be like then...

Mamselle......

Yesterday was a great day in some ways and a cruddy day in others. I went to San Antonio early in the morning to donate plasma. Now I had ulterior motives in wanting to donate seeing that you can make a little green in doing so. So I arrived at the South Texas Blood and Tissue Center at about 9 a.m. only to find out that plasma donations are done by appointment only. Cruddy. So I kicked around San Antonio for a few hours and then headed to San Marcos to take care of the whole lawyer situation. Cruddy. I got to San Marcos, paid the lawyer and was done with everything I had to get done, so I headed out to see if Manny, Brent or Pulver was home.
Manny was there when I got there and we got to hang out for a bit before Pulver and Brent got home. It was a great afternoon. Just like old times. We made fun of each other, hit each other (you have to know us all to understand that one) and just hung out. It was getting close to time for me to leave when Pulver said that I couldn't without singing some tags. I hadn't even considered this for some reason and it made me a bit nervous to tell you the truth. I wasn't sure if I would be able to make it through one without bawling like a schoolgirl. But, we sang one anyway and I couldn't help but grin. I mean ear to ear grin. We sang tags for about 30 minutes and then I had to head out.
I then proceeded to cry the whole way back to San Antonio. Which, FYI, is not a good idea at around 5 p.m. on I-35 traffic. But it was a good cry in some ways. I realized just how much I missed those guys and just how much I am missing barbershop. I went from barbershopping almost every day to stopping cold turkey. i miss it with every fiver of my being and I wish I could get a "barbershop fix" here in Pleasanton but that is not going to happen. Just another consequence of my actions.

Guy Noir

I think that I am officially starting to get old. There are numerous signs that lead me to this conclusion. I cannot tolerate teenagers anymore. I think it's because they remind me of what a punk I was at that age. But nevertheless, they annoy me. Radio stations should just be destroyed along with all DJ's. I want to hear MUSIC when I tune to a station, not a commercial boasting that you play more music than any other station in the southern hemisphere. Where is it? Shut up and play some music. I have found myself listening to 88.3 a whole bunch lately. Yep, classical music. BUT there are hardly ANY interruptions. Just good music and no DJ telling me what he had for supper last night.
The biggest thing that has led me to this conclusion is Garrison Keillor's Prairie Home Companion. If you have never heard this program on NPR (National Public Radio) it is PHENOMENAL. I love it. Brent and I used to sit in the living room on tuesday nights and listen to the whole thing. It is very much like an old 1920's radio show. Different short plays, musical guests of all sorts and much more. Garrison is the host and I could listen to him talk for hours. The show is witty, smart and well written. Brent used to joke that we were like a bunch of old farmers sitting around the fire after plowing the fields all day. I haven't been able to listen to PHC since I have been back in Pleasanton because I could not find out what time and day it came on. Well this past Saturday I was headed home from the store and lo and behold there it was. I took a few detours and then sat in the driveway listening for about an hour. It put a huge smile on my face. I had forgotten how much I like it.
So Saturday nights at about 6 or & (I am not sure of the exact time it started) take a listen to 89.1 and check out Prairie Home Companion. I think you'll like it. And it sure beats most of the other junk on the radio these days.
I should have ended there but something else came to mind.
I don't really like american telvision much anymore. It's all the same. Doctors, lawyers, cops and reality shows are all we have. They're all the same. Not very inventive writing or acting in my opinion. With the exception of Nip/Tuck (Who-hoo!) and Dirty Jobs I don't watch any american television. (Well except for ESPN but that's sports, it doesn't count) I really enjoy BBC America. I watch quite a few shows there like Wire in the Blood, Touching Evil, The Street, Life on Mars, Rocketman and Ed vs. Spencer. They are so well written. Great acting and the storylines never go where you expect them to. Maybe I should just move there. Who know what shows aren't appearing adn I am missing them. Drat.
So enough of my whining. Check out 89.1 for PHC and BBC America for some great TV.

Sitting, Waiting, Wishing

I absolutely hate to wait on a phone call. It is one of my biggest pet peeves. Right up there with staring at me. I makes me want to kick a dog. And that is what I am doing right now. No not kicking a dog, waiting on a phone call.
I waited all afternoon yesterday for this same call and here I am again this morning doing the same thing. Now granted this person who is supposed to call is more than likely a very busy person. However, according to his secretary he is always unavailable or out of his office. Yesterday he took about a 2 1/2 hour lunch. Must be nice. I am actually just really annoyed at the moment. So I will stop whining now.

What in the World?!

After watching Nip/Tuck last night (which most of you know I am HIGHLY addicted to) I came to a conclusion. I think the reason I love it so much is you never know what is going to happen. I find myself sitting there waiting for a bomb to drop. And it usually catches me completely off guard.
Last night's episode was pretty run-of-the-mill. Sean was indecisive about his wife Julia (who I hate more than you could possibly imagine. I think I would hate Joely Richardson if I met her. She should die a slow and painful death...but I digress.) Christian was a complete jerk. Matt was well, Matt. Typical stuff. Until the last five minutes. All of the sudden I am sitting there with my jaw on the floor thinking, "what just happened?!!" The writers of this show are geniuses. Here I was thinking this was going to be a nice tame episode and then.....BOOM. I love it.
So you should check out Nip/Tuck. Now it may not be for everybody, but I have loved it for the past 3 seasons and now a 4th. Haven't missed an episode. And I just might let you borrow season 1 on DVD so you can catch up.

Change Your Mind

One of my all time favorite bands is Sister Hazel. Next to Dave Matthews they are right up there. On their "Fortress" CD they have numerous songs that make me happy and can make me think. Now one of these songs has always been a "get in a better mood" kind of song. But, as I listened to it the other day it hit me in a whole new way. It's called "Change Your Mind."

Hey, Hey
Did you ever think
There might be another way?
To just feel better,
Just feel better about today

Oh no-
If you never want to have
To turn and go away,
You might feel better
Might feel better if you stay.

Yeah yeah
I bet you haven't heard a word I've said
Yeah yeah
If you've had enough of all your trying
Just give up
The state of mind you're in:

[Chorus]
If you want to be somebody else,
If you're tired of fighting battles with yourself.
If you want to be somebody else
Change your mind, change your mind.

Hey hey-
Have you ever danced in the rain
Or thanked the sun
Just for shining- just for shining
Or the sea?
Oh no! Take it all in
The world's a show,
And yeah, you look much better,
Look much better when you glow.

Yeah yeah
I bet you heard every word I’ve said.
Yeah yeah
If you've had enough of all your trying
Just give up
The state of mind you're in:

[Chorus]

Hey hey-
what ya say
We both go and seize the day.
'cause what's your hurry,
what's your hurry anyway?

Yeah yeah
I hope you’ve heard every word I've said
Yeah yeah
If you've had enough of all your tryin'
Just give up
The state of mind you're in:

If you want to be somebody else,
If you're tired of losing battles with yourself
If you want to be somebody else,
Change your mind, change your mind.
Change your mind, change your mind.

Suddenly this song makes so much sense. If you're unhappy, if you're not satisfied, if what you've been doing for 29 years is NOT working, then do something about it. Change. Very simple. When I worked the day shift at the jail a few years ago I became very familiar with withdrawal symptoms of drug users. Heroin, cocaine you name it, I saw someone come down from it. But here is the thing. I am starting to think that maybe we don't give ourselves enough credit for just how powerful we may really be. Just think. We only use about 10% of our brain's capability. 10%. That is just ridiculous. And yet look at what we can do with that 10%. I am also becoming aware in a big way of just how much God works in every aspect of our lives. And he'll never give us more than we can handle. Never. I think that addiction and withdrawals and wahtever else you think you can't get through are really all in your head. If you REALLY want to stop doing what you are doing, then stop. If you truly want to I believe that you can. No matter what physical or emotional pain you may go through, you can make it through. Now there may be times you must ask for help, but that only makes you stronger. Especially when that help comes from God, your church family and your family.
This is why I love music and it has such a profound impact on my life. It always seems to open my eyes to such simple things that I have been missing. So I am trying to change my mind about a lot of things as of late. And I am finding that since I really do want to change, it's not as hard as I always made it out to be.

Stars and Such

I have always been a fan of the poet Ogden Nash. He's got such a unique way of looking at things and is so very eloquent I would say at putting ideas forth.
This is my favorite poem of his. I may write more on this one later but for now, enjoy! And remember, the grass may be greener on the other side but it's just as hard to cut.

Kinldy Unhitch That Star, Buddy
I hardly suppose I know anybody who wouldn't rather be a
success than a failure,
Just as I suppose every piece of crabgrass in the garden would
much rather be an azalea,
And in celestial circles all the run-of-the-mill angels would
rather be archangels or at least cherubim and seraphim,
And in the legal world all the little process-servers hope to
grow up into great big bailiffim and sheriffim.
Indeed, everybody wants to be a wow,
But not everybody knows exactly how.
Some people think they will eventually wear diamonds instead
of rhinestones
Only by everlastingly keeping their noses to their grhinestones,
And other people think they will be able to put in more time
at Palm Beach and the Ritz
By not paying too much attention to attendance at the office
but rather in being brilliant by starts and fits.
Some people after a full day's work sit up all night getting a
college education by correspondence,
While others seem to think they'll get just as far by devoting
their evenings to the study of the difference in temperament
between brunettance and blondance.
Some stake their all on luck,
And others put their faith in their ability to pass the buck.
In short, the world is filled with people trying to achieve
success,
And half of them think they'll get it by saying No and half of
them by saying Yes,
And if all the ones who say No said Yes, and vice versa, such
is the fate of humanity that ninety-nine per cent of them
still wouldn't be any bettter off than they were before,
Which perhaps is just as well because if everybody was a
success nobody could be contemptuous of anybody else and
everybody would start in all over again trying to be a bigger
success than everybody else so they would have somebody
to be contemptuous of and so on forevermore.
Because when people start hitching their wagons to a star,
That's the way they are.

Bump

So I have come to a conclusion. Mind you it is not some world changing one. Just something small that I think is pretty nifty. Here goes.
I think nudges are pretty cool. Let me see if I can define what a nudge is. A small push in the right direction from an unexpected source. Or sometimes even from the big man himself. Now I have been nudged many times in the past and let me tell you it always hacked me off. I always had some thought of the other person having no business in telling me what they thought I should do in any way, shape or form. But now I can see that's what makes nudges so great. And so effective. They always seem to come from out of nowhere and from the direction you least expect. And THAT is what makes them so effective. They jolt you out of your rut and makes you aware on a whole new level of what you're doing or not doing. it seems to me that God uses these as a not so subtle way of saying, "hey buddy. no deal. try something else 'cause this line of thinking ain't getting it done." (for some reason God became a hillbilly there in my head. Not sure what that was all about) Nudges wouldn't be as effective if they cam from the usual sources. Your family, friends and such. It takes that outside view that can strip away the bias and tell it like it is.
I am loving that I finally see the usefullness of such things. God is EVERYWHERE all the time. He's always looking out for you and trying to show you what you're doing wrong. Just a thought I had and thought I would share. So be on the lookout for those nudges. They're pretty cool.

Yay for flickr!

I've been trying to add images to my blogs for what seems like forever. (actually only about 2 weeks, but it seems like forever) I finally figured it out. It's not that hard, I am just an idiot.
I took this picture yesterday while playing around with the digital camera. Now the Ipitch (that's the white one and Todd's ridiculous nickname for it) was my first pitch pipe ever. I bought it at Harmony Marketplace in Salt Lake City at my first International contest ever. The Bb of course quit working about a week after we got home. (Funny thing was that Brent bought his at the same time I did and his Bb quit working at the same time.) The second pitch pipe you see is one of my favorite possessions. It is from Czechoslovakia and was made in 1908. It was given to me by a great friend named Daron Praetzel right before he moved to Ohio. Daron had one that he used all of the time and he collects others. When he moved he gave one to me and one to Todd. It was a bit emotional actually since he was giving his others to his 3 brothers.
Anyway, these represent probably the one thing in this world that makes me really happy. Music (and barbershop of course but that's a given) So I really just wanted to try and get the picture on here and then I figured i'd give a short inadequate description. So there it is.

Thank You

I just wanted to write out a quick thank you note. To all of those people in my life who I have wronged in so many ways. To anyone who has been affected by my life decisions. To my church family and to my family. Thank you. Thank you for ONE more chance. There always seems to be one more waiting. You all continue to show me how amazing christ's love is and just how infinite his patience is. What a plan he must have for me if he continues to allow others to forgive the terrible things I have done.
Please know that this time things WILL be different. Light bulbs have gone off and there is an awareness that after 29 years and so many bad decions that what I have been doing is NOT working and WILL NOT work. Thank you for sticking by me through more thick than thin. I know that these are mere words and yet they are all I can give at the moment. I have no word to stand by nor anything else. I want nothing more than to rebuild new and better relationships and freindships with you all. Please know that I am willing to do whatever I have to do to repair and fix the things I have done. Yet I know that there are miles to journey before I can get there. I am willing to go at whatever speed and to accomodate what I must to allow these relationships to grow. I love you all. I have a head start on heaven. I have seen Christ today.

The Update

Well I haven't been in much of a blogging mood lately. It's been a bit strange seeing as I have been in a blogging mood ever since I started this one. But be that as it may, I decided to give you an update on the disturbance prior to the Aggie game.
My mother, grandmother, Sherron Thomas and I had just finished eating a great supper at Johnny Rockets on the Riverwalk and were not having any luck hailing a cab. They were all taken by the time we saw them. So we meandered around downtown for about 30 minutes or so trying to find one. We eventually came to the Hyatt Regency and figured that would be a good place to grab a cab. we were correct. My mom managed to grab one as the people using it were getting out. Now comes the fun part.
I have been taught all of my life to respect your elders. I completely agree with this philosophy and try to uphold it any way I can. Now notice the statement. "Respect YOUR elders." Mine. No one elses now. I say this because of what occurred next.
An elderly couple came up to the cab as my mom was speaking to the driver about where we needed to go. The woman just sat down in the backseat and the husband proceeded to tell my mom that the people that had just exited the cab had given it to him. Whatever, NO they didn't. Just about this time the rest of our little group arrived at the cab and my mother said that the elderly couple had taken the cab. I couldn't help it. I, politely mind you, asked just how he thought the cab was his. He said it was because he had to bad hips and had been waiting 30 minutes for a cab. So I, politely mind you, asked him how that negated the fact that we had also been waiting for a cab for 30 minutes. Then he, in such a dignified manner, stated, "God d****t! Take the d**n cab!" But my grandmother then told him to just take the cab. Which they did. Now everything worked out seeing as we managed to get a cab about 5 minutes later.
This really was not as big a deal as I made it out to be in my head, but it sure was annoying. apparently when you reach a certain age you can do whatever you choose and tell anyone who doesn't like it to "respect your elders." So maybe we should all just respect OUR elders and forget about everyone elses. Probably not, but just a thought.
And FYI, the game was GREAT. It came down to the final play. Can't ask for a better one than that!

Aggie Game and the Elderly

I should write something about an incident that occurred on the way to the Alamodome Saturday night involving an insanely rude elderly couple, but I am just not in the mood to blog. Don't know why (I usually am) so check back soon for an update.

And Another List

I was watching a movie the other night on comedy central and one of the characters had a pretty nifty idea. This character was always broke and could never afford to get what he wanted in life. So, he would make a list every so often of things that he wanted. A kind of mental window shopping. He said that it made it less of an annoyance to think about the things he had listed once he wrote them down. So i decided to give it a shot. This is just a few things that I would love to have at the moment.

1. 15.4" widescreen Macbook Pro
2. 60 GB Black Ipod
3. Xbox 360
4. PS2 with Guitar Hero (great game!)
5. Some massively large HDTV
6. Sirius radio service
7. MiniCooper S (i'll need a car for the sirius you know)
8. Season tickets to Broadway Across America at the Majestic
9. New tattoo and a touch up of my old one
10. Sprint Treo 700w ( I miss my Treo 650 and this is the new one!)
11. Casio Exlim digital camera
12. Leather couch (this is a random one but dangit I want one)
13. Victory motorcycle
14. contacts or even better, lasik
15. James Avery Fishers of Men bracelet
16. Oakley E wire sunglasses
17. Oakley timebomb watch

So there you have it. I am guessing it would only take about $30,000 to provde me with everything on this list. Christmas is coming soon people. You better get to buying.

Thank you, come again!

So my title is a lame throw back to Apu the convenience store owner from The Simpsons. Now I bring that up to segue (poorly) to this. I HATE outsourcing. If you are unaware of just what outsourcing is then I will enlighten you. Major companies have their customer service directed to a call center overseas. Thereby lessening their overall pay to the employees working said call center. Now the majority of major companies outsource to India. This is where I have a problem.
I have nothing against Indian people. I have discovered recently that I enjoy Indian food. Brent and I watched a 4 hour Indian musical one time that was actually really good. BUT, I have a hard time understanding Indians when they talk. Especially over the phone.
This afternoon I was on the phone for about 2 1/2 hours with Indian outsourced employees of Hewlett Packard. Ugh. I was ready to kick a dog when I was done. I would love to know the flawed logic that went into the creation of outsourcing. Some brilliant CEO decides that when an unsatisfied customer calls customer service for help, we'll have them talk to someone they can't understand. Thereby aggravating said customer even further. So much to the point that they won't want to purchase any of our products ever again. Now back to the point. My favorite part of the whole process is when they first answer the phone and in the thickest Indian accent you can imagine they say something like, "Hello, this is Bob. How can i help you?" I mean come on. Do they honestly think that just because Ahmed has changed his name to Bob that I will suddenly think, "Oh, he's not Indian. He's Bob." It makes me just a bit angry.
Now the first time I called i could actually understand "Roger" aka Rahman Naharabi pretty well. We went through the motions of trying to fix the sound on my mom's computer until we reached a point where "Roger" could do no more. So I finished up with him and called back like I was instructed to. That's when I ended up with "Sarah" aka All Praise Allah who's voice was just about IMPOSSIBLE to understand. I had to call my mom into the room to do the listening for me. She didn't have much more luck.
I should probably stop now before I am labeled a racist KKK member. Just pray that the next time you call customer service, you actually get to speak to Bob or Sarah. Not their uninteligible alternatives.

Abilify

Today marked a new beginning. Or the beginning of a new beginning. You get the idea. I started out on a new medication. Just a small percentage of the dosage i'll eventually be taking, but it's a start nonetheless.
It all seems very strange at the moment. I can remember the first time I took lithium. An ungodly high amount mind you. I ended up at 1500 milligrams a day on that one. Then came valproic acid which is basically a synthetic version of lithium. It was supposed to lessen the side effects. Wrong. Then we moved onto to depakote. That one was a 3 times a day doozy. Much better on the side effects mind you but not my much. And finally came depakote ER. Pretty much the same as depakote but in an extended release formula that I only took once a day.
Now I don't want to leave you with the impression that I every really "took" these medications like I should have. I always played at it. It was never a regular routine. And so they all eventually faded away just like I did.
Now comes the new kid on the block. Abilify. I am starting at 5 milligrams a day for the first week and will slowly move up to 30 milligrams in approximately 2 months. 30 milligrams?! I was always on some 4 digit number in milligrams. But this is different. Along the lines of the way I feel about this whole bi-polar situation. So maybe, and i'm hoping it is, this is a good sign. That I was right about this really being different than every other time. I'm sure hoping it is.

Not Sure What I Was Thinking...

Well a night I have been waiting for since last December I think has come and gone. Nip/Tuck premiered and the new season has begun. There goes my tuesday nights for the foreseeable future. I am ADDICTED to this show. I have not missed an episode since it premiered four years ago. Last year was a lot of fun because I realized a friend of mine, Kami, was as addicted as i was. We would either watch episodes together or talk about them all week and what we thought would happen next week. Now I am back to handling my addiction alone. Except for tonight.
I had planned on watching tonight's episode by myself like I normally do. However, my mom ended up watching with me tonight. For the record, this is not a family show. Nor is it the kind of show that mom, dad and the kids gather around the tube and watch together. The word awkward comes to mind when looking back at what we just watched. Now I was prepared for what I saw. I don't think I can say the same for mom. I think she was a bit shocked. Just a hunch.
Here's a complete tangent. Larry Hagman was a guest star tonight. I won't go into the details of the surgery he wanted performed here. Nope. But it made me think of the whole liver transplant drama that centered around him a few years ago. Here's a celebrity who has drunk his liver into oblivion and now needs a new one. Of course J.R. Ewing doesn't have to wait long at all. He magically jumps to the top of the list and low and behold, has a new liver. Nevermind the other people on that same list who didn't kill their livers. Those who had cancer or a severe accident of some sort or who cares what else. It annoys me to no end that just because he's Larry Hagman he receives special treatment.
Anyway, enough about that. I got to thinking about why I like Nip/Tuck so much. The characters are certainly screwed up enough and I want Julia (Joely Richardson in real life) to die a slow and painful death. i actually want Joely Richardson to die as well. That's how much i hate her character. Having just finished The World According to Garp a few days ago it made me realize something. Nip/Tuck is like a John Irving novel. Very real (too real in some aspects) and flawed in every way. People hurt each other, families lie and manipulate each other yet they truly do LOVE each other. They always forgive. Not much forgetting but they do forgive. In some ways they expect the behavior they get from each other. It's no surprise to them. The funny thing is that I expect them to behave a certain way and 99% of the time they do. But what makes the show great is there is always that .01% that throws you. Sean finds out about his baby having a birth defect tonight. A secret that Julia (die die die) has known about for some time. Julia claimed that she didn't tell Sean because she was afraid he would leave and she says that she is having the baby no matter what. Now I am sitting here wishing a piano would magically crash through the roof and kill Julia because I know that Sean would do anything for Julia and more for his children. Then that .01% hits. Sean tells Christian near the end of the show about the baby and says that at 6 months "that ship has sailed." He actually would have opted for the abortion. I didn't see that one coming at all.
So, for the record children. If you are under the age of 18, you shouldn't be watching Nip/Tuck. And if you are over 18, don't watch it with your mom.

Literary Ramblings

Well last night at about 2:30, I finished a book. Not just any book. My all time favorite book. The World According To Garp by the great John Irving. This was I think the 5th or 6th time I have read it and I will read it many more times I am sure. I go through phases where I will just tear through a ton of books and then I won't read for what seems like forever. I am starting on one of those "tear through" phases I can tell and for some reason I wanted to read Garp again.
If you have never read Garp before, I can't begin to tell you what you have missed. It is a fantastic novel. I don't have the words to describe how much I love it. I know what is going to happen, yet I still get excited, angry, sad you name it when something does happen. I know that in those last 100 pages I will be furiously mad and in the last 30 I will cry like a baby. Happens everytime. I may be crazy (chances are high) but I wish so badly that I could sit down and talk with T.S. Garp and Helen Holm, Jenny Fields, Duncan Garp, Ellen James, Roberta Muldoon and so many more. I wish that I knew Garp but I feel like I do. There are not many good novels written anymore in my opinion. Everything is a crime drama, court drama or some romance poo. My favorite books are just about life and how it affects people. This is what is so GREAT about Garp. Life runs rampant through Garp and everyone elses life. Life and the Under Toad (you'll have to read it if you want to know )
I have come to the conclusion that I love books almost as much as music. That makes it almost fanatacism. There is almost nothing like losing yourself in a book. People have asked me why I would buy a book that I have already read. I think it's because when you really find a great book, you lose some of yourself in it. You become invested in the characters and their lives. I know I feel that way about Garp. I hurt when he hurts (which is a lot) but I cheer in his triumphs. Owning the book is like owning that small piece that you give away and being able to revisit it from time to time.
I have to run and watch a movie, but you should read The World According to Garp. I just might let you borrow my copy,