You can only have one conscious thought at a time. Choose it! And if you didn’t like it choose another one you like
Sometimes all you can do is let go
Sometimes you just have to say ‘I can’t go there with you’, wherever else the person is
San Fran weekend was fabulous! I couldn’t think of a better weekend or where else I wanted to be. And trust me, that goes through my mind so much now that my neighbor passed. If I could be anywhere this moment, doing what, what would it be? I was exactly where I wanted to be this weekend. Chihuly was stunning and breathe taking. The Ryan Adams concert was fabulous and I waited hours and hours in line with some fabulous fans I am so grateful I met. To be young just came back from 5 months in Argentina, which I leave for in 8 days. I got some fabulous advice!
I was up for 23 hours that Saturday. If someone told me I could do it I wouldn’t have believed them. Only for Ryan! I love the new songs, especially ‘Go Easy’. How I love to stare at Ryan playing the guitar, sometime I just watch his fingers on the guitar. Those guitars were gorgeous!
I’m blogging late and have to get up in six hours for spin. This week is all parties and then drag to work. I so want to blog but I’ll hate myself in the morning if I don’t go to sleep. I hope to blog more this weekend.
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This one is great!
It looks like we’ll be getting a taste of what the new Cardinals’ album holds for us. The band debuted five new songs in San Francisco, a few which may have shown up as early versions via Ryan’s blog. The early report is that the songs have an Easy Tiger sound with a hint of Cold Roses. Hopefully we will be able to hear for ourselves when a recording is released. The five new songs are titled as follows:
Fix it
Go Easy
Like Yesterday
Ever-Green
Cobwebs
Hi! It was awesome meeting you and spending the 4 hours in line :-)
I know that you don’t date, so I am just letting you know when and if you would ever want to get married, I would marry you. You don’t even have to date me. Since you don’t date anyways. Anyways, as I have grown older I have learned dating is just way to complicated. So straight to marriage seems like it would be the best probable thing to do. Get to know one each other for their real self because you have too.
But, a few things about me..
I have been told a make a wicked pot of coffee. I drink this everyday.
I am make scrambled eggs like nobody’s business.
I like listening to all kinds of music except for pop country.
I hate spandex and think it should be outlawed. (its always the wrong people wearing it.)
I never go on any type trip without my grandmothers afghan that she made for my mother, then my mother gave to me in. it was made in 1960.
I am an extreme morning person.. 5am.. coffee brewing, paper ready to read.
I love animals. I volunteer at the local rescue shelters.
I can be very sarcastic at times.
I ramble when I am nervous and say some of the most awkward things, sometimes putting my foot in my mouth.I love nice clothes and shoes.I am very self aware that my closet is packed with things that I cant afford but love.
There is a lot more here, but these are just for starters.
So if you never want to date, but would like a real relationship with someone that loves and adores you for you. I am here.xoxo
CPs. I think i could take you and Jon on in that sock war any day.
Are we going to have a cat fight between you and the reblog chick? ; ) You two are funny
4:15AM I AM SO TIRED!
ah snaps, it’s the Dirt Street Boys from Coo-Coo Alley……slyder in full effect yall shitttttt
BTW… where’s Louie?
My neighbor, Albert, passed today. I wasn’t close to him, but the neighborhood all moved in on the same day together about 11 years ago. They were brand new townhouses. It was quite an experience to share, all of us first time homeowners. Shortly after Albert moved to San Fran and we hardly ever saw him. About a year and half ago he was diagnosed with multiple cancers. I just found out about his death this morning. I’m shaken up, he was only 40. He was so full of life and more energy than anyone I had ever met.
It’s funny when someone who you know dies how you react. I cried a little. But it impacted me in small ways, today I reached for the expensive shampoo that I only use on special occasions, the really good clothes, etc. My mind was screaming ‘use it now’… ‘live now’. I have this favorite glass that I got in a pub in Queenstown New Zealand. It was a bitter sweet night I was missing a RA concert in San Fran, Jesse Malin was opening. I wandered out alone since I couldn’t sit still in the hostel. This Irish bar had ‘Kilkenny’ on tap and I’d never seen Kilkenny beer outside of Ireland. I was estatic! I begged for the pint glass. The guy laughed and said ’no’. After some persuasion, he said ‘oh darn we have to throw that away because of the crack in it’, as he winks at me. I love this glass. It not only reminds me of NZ but Ireland as well. It reminds me of that night as the performing musician and I discussed RA and all types of music. My point.. was this glass is so precious to me because of all the memories. I can visual myself in that pub, how it looked, it smelled, almost like going in back in time just by looking at this pint glass. To someone else it’s just a stupid pint glass.
I’ve been doing compulsive cleaning tonight and I can’t stop. I have to go to bed, my plane leaves at 7am for San Fran. It’s like I need order. I can’t stop cleaning even to pack. And I’m thinking God all this stuff I own, all of it it’s just shit. And some day someone is going to throw it all out and the remainder of my life will be enough to fill a sweater box. All the things that are precious to me, the picture I bought in Korcula Croatia, the zillon concert ticket stubs I keep, the millon pictures, they all just mean something to me.
I once was in at a flee market in New York and this person was selling old black and white pictures of people and their families. Fabulous pictures but who knows who they were. What would they think when they found out their pictures now were with strangers who don’t even know thier names.
Mortality is a scary thing to face.
I’m going to try to pack now.
I am sorry to hear about your neighbor’s death. It is amazing how mortality sneaks up on us. We are forced to face the fact that life is fragile and anyone of us could be gone tomorrow. I think you are doing the right thing to be mindful of the present and using your “good shampoo”, i bet it smelled particularly sweet this time. Be thankful for this reminder. I am thankful for your post and the reminder.
Several months ago, i was faced with a pretty big health scare. It was horrible and wonderful all at the same time. I was devastated at the thought I may pass and my daughter may not even remember me. I was sad at the thought of how hard it would be on my husband. And all of a sudden I was greatful for the love and joys that I do have in my life. It turned out to be nothing but it was difficult. Thank goodness!
My heart goes out to your neighbors family and the community that is morning the loss.
Have fun in SF, take a boat tour and get breath in the ocean air.
Thanks for the kindness. It’s amazing how everything gets into perspective when someone we knows dies or we have a health scare. We realize wealth = health, without it we have nothing. And you I don’t realize that enough. The monotony of everyday gets me down and you lose that perspective. As sober and numb as I feel, I don’t want to lose this perspective. It’s like I am depressed but awake. And I don’t want to lose being awake.
Okay so it’s 10:34pm and I have to get up at 5am latest to catch my flight.
I’m going to be dragging my bum to the airport looking like hell. My friend’s going to ask, ‘Did you stay up late reading Ryan’s blog?’ Me: ‘No’ (fingers crossed behind my back). Friend: ‘Are you lying?’ Me: ‘No’ (fingers still crossed). Drag myself on the flight and pass out on the short flight. Drag myself to the Chihuly museum, too tired to walk, I knock some priceless Chihuly over. I yell ‘Run for it’ and start pointing fingers at everyone else. My friend’s pissed off at me for the rest of the day. I go to get in line early, fall asleep and the doors open and everyone passes me while I am passed out on the sidewalk. Thanks for the late blogs Ryan! Lol! ;-) You are too damn funny!
.. Now I can’t freaking sleep. UGH!
