Monday, January 30, 2006

Resolving to keep resolutions

It's the last day of January. Where are you with your new year's resolutions? Right now I'm aiming to pull the biggest comeback ever

Resolutions: 10
Amanda: 0

Well- okay- maybe I get .5 points for my daily german phrase calendar at work.

New unofficial resolution- get more sleep so that I can get up early to do my quiet time and get to work early too. I wish I were one of those people who could function on 6 hours of sleep every night, but I'm just not. I keep trying to convince my body otherwise and my body keeps ignoring my good intentions of setting the alarm early every morning. Somehow 7 more minutes which turns into 21 more minutes or 35 more minutes on the snooze button seems like a good idea when you're half asleep.

Peace Out. N-town.

Sunday, January 29, 2006

recapping the weekend

Man, the weekends sure are packed- I was just sittting here trying to remember what i did on Friday night, and it feels like it was so long ago!! So it was a full weekend for me, although spent doing a lot of fun stuff but not being very productive. I'm feeling gulity now b/c I didn't help out around the house that much or accomplish any visible task. Hmm. Note to self. Must work on that for next weekend.

So okay- I'm not into video games (unless we're talking about old school Nintendo Dr. Mario or Supermariokart on super NES) but Brad Johnson and some others organized this massive Halo party over at Reagan's. For clarification purposes, Halo has nothing to do with angels. In fact, it's closer to the opposite. You basically win by walking around and killing other people. There were probably between 30 and 40 people there at one point, and we had 4 x-boxes hooked together and had 16 people playing at once. The guys had even borrowed a couple of projectors and screens so we had 12 people able to play in one room, and the other 4 people linked upstairs on a different TV. I'm telling you, these guys don't mess around when it comes to Halo! I of course had never played before and was reassured over and over by Brad that he would teach me. Instead he started the game and threw me into the wolves' den! I'm also not terrifc at multitasking and there were just too many buttons and controllers to deal with so I ended up getting killed alot more than I killed anyone. But that's okay, cause I'm not that keen on killing people anyways. Isn't keen a fun word? It's even better than Swell.

I met Mary Anna and Ashley Clark downtown at the seedy County Music Hall of Fame lounge to see my friends Mark and Maury play. The best moment of the night was when this obnoxious drunk guy hollared approvingly at a songwriter's song, as he screamed, That was freakin' awesome- pardon my language- but that was freakin awesome. Mary Anna just looked at me and died laughing (note- I am not censoring here- he actually did only say "freakin").

Saturday was spent out in the sunshine with my ipod and Stockwell as we took a nice long walk over at Crocket Park. The weather was absolutely glorious. I can't believe it's the end of January the way this weather has been. Which I guess also explains my cold that just won't go away. Later on I watched part of Back to the Future on tv and part of the senior bowl with Brad.

Saturday night was a girls night out (Laura: "Every night for you is Girls night." my response: "yeah, well- so?") We dined at Fiesta Azteca (good recommendation Beth- the margaritas were mighty stout!) and laughed our way through dinner the way one usually does when Lana is present. Favorite quotes from dinner include, but are not limited to,
"Oh- and i ran into my Eggs the other day..."
"Lana, where are you looking?"
"I'm not a lezbian."
"What's 7 plus 3?"
and many more.
We then had a blast standing in line to get into the Exit/In to see noneother than Mr. Cutie Patootie Dave Barnes. (Why was it so funny to "accidentally" keep poking that girl in front of us with your umbrella MA?) Poking fun at the bulk of barely 18 year olds in line with us, I kept asking the others if they'd done their algebra homework yet. i don't know- it seemed funny at the time.

Andy Davis opened and was good although he played my and Rhonda's least favorite song- this exploratory Schoenberg-esque song called "Fine China" or something like that- but I was glad to hear my fav too, "I never see you." Dave had a full band and played a ton of stuff off his brand spankin new album, Chasing Mississippi. I actually just had to say to myself M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I-hump back- hump back- I to make sure I spelled that right! LOL. it's late. All that to say, I love his new stuff- esp a song called "Jackson." It's on his MySpace page right now, so if you're curious or bored you should check it out. Bummer that he didn't play my favorite, "LA song", but I can't complain too much b/c Marc Broussard was there and did the encore with him. At that moment in time I was happy to live in Nashville because guest artists tend to pop up at other people's shows quite frequently. It makes shows in Music City fun to go to. And I just ended that sentence with a preposition.

Aaaand, I'm spent.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Don't make me CattyWampas your sass.

So I've had the giggles all day today. It must be that the antibiotics are kicking in and I'm feeling back to my perky self. And the sun was shining today. And I was wearing pink pants. Yes, all these factors and more contributed to me being in a terrific mood. One thing in particular got me tickled, and I just had to share it with you the readers. A friend of mine whom you have read snippets about in the past on here named Maury stopped by my desk today. Don't ask me how the conversation began, but he was telling me all about how there is a method to how he does his hair, even though the finished result is a messy look, but one that was fixed that way very methodically. And then he busts out with,
"but it doesn't really matter, 'cause then these headsets we wear (at work) make it all cattywampused."
Pardon me, what?
I just started to laugh! I had never heard such a word in all my life. At first I thought it was a weird Alabamian thing, but as the day progressed and I kept asking Maury what the word was since I had forgotten it already- (codswalloped? catswallowed?) I found out that more and more people knew this word and could use it in context for me. Apparently it's slang for "disheveled" or "off-kilter."
There's also some kind of mythical feline called a wampas cat which supposedly resides in the hills of Tennessee among other places, so how come I've never heard of this animal or the adjective thereof that had me in stitches all day?
Plus i don't think I'm alone here in thinking that this is an extremely amusing term, and I promise if I ever move anywhere up north I will use the word cattywampas just to amuse the yankees. Oh, how they will love me. Even today, after spending so much time talking to my fellow co-workers who have accents far thicker than mine, did my fellow Nashvillian friend exclaim to me on the phone this afternoon, "you sound like Scarlet O'Hara!"
Guess it just goes to show you can take the wampas cat out of the hills, but you can't take the catywampus out of the cat.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

coo coo ah-choo!

Well I'm back from the land of swollen vocal chords and lost voices. I actually had to bite the bullet and take a sick day yesterday even though I wasn't feeling terribly sick- but hey, when you spend your day on the phone, and you can't really talk, it makes for a pretty pointless work day, ya know?

Well Sunday I was still in denial about my illness. After Sunday school and lunch, I went on a wild goose chase of local area Targets to find some throw pillows for my new bedding. At the second Target I decided to suck it up and buy some more cold medicine. Maybe some of you have experienced this lately- apparently there are all these kinds of restrictions on buying the stuff now. So as I was checking out, the girl scanned it and then asked for my date of birth. I kind of looked at her weird, and mustered up the most voulume I could get out of my strained throat and related my date of birth to her, all the while thinking she was crazy. I mean, if you took one look at me, or heard my froggy voice, and didn't realize that I was a person in desperate need of cold medicine, then I don't know who is.

Later I find out that they have begun checking ages on people who buy cold medicine, because so many people are using your run-of-the-mill cold medicine to make Meth. Ok. I'll bite. I'll give you my age, but so what? What would then prevent me from taking my perfectly legally purchased Nyquil and then turning it into an illegal substance? How does checking my birthday prevent any of this?

Also along the lines of colds, there was this interesting article in the Tennessean on Friday. This lady did a study and succintly says, "you are how you sneeze," citing people's personalities based on how people tackle sneezing. It's pretty intersting if you think about it. I am combo of the Sensitive Sneezer and the Be Right Sneezer.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Come along, Jeffrey effrey effrey

yes, it's 3:30 in the morning- I should be sleeping. I seem to be doing a lot of late-night blogging lately... hmmm... well tonight's excuse was an almost 4 hour Jeffrey Steele show at 3rd & Lindsley. A-Mazing. I went with Maury from work and the Penthouse Pets, Emmy Sue & Rhonda Lu. We got lucky and scored an awesome table up front- you would not believe how many people were packed in this tiny hole in the wall to see this singer/songwriter- and thanks to the tireless efforts of E & R, we managed to get 4 chairs to put at our awesome table. So now I'm home and have this thing where I can't just go right to bed after the day's activities- I need to unwind mentally before I can make myself go to sleep- no matter how late it is. So thanks for reading this and allowing me to relax mentally before hitting the hay. Boy that early church service is going to come early tomorrow!
Alright- so JS played my favorite song- Chrome- so I was very excited. Second favorite would have to be Gone since Em and Rhonda and I have little motions we have worked out for all the lyrics. Jeffrey Steele has to be a millionaire with as many hit songs as he has. Jay Demarcus from Rascal Flatts was there tonight and he sang their new single that JS wrote called "What Hurts the Most." Kind of weird for the first single of an album to be a balad, but it's an awesome song and Rascal Flatts can get away with that kind of thing.
Here's what I could have done without: Jonelle Mosely or whatever her name was- she was a frumpy 47 year old woman who thought that she was Janice Joplin. She came up and did 3 songs with the band and if I could put a streaming video of her dancing on That-ain't-right, it would deserve a rightful place. Funniest moment of the night was during a cover of Route 66 that "Janice" was screaming- she finished a verse and indicated to the pianist that it was time for his solo. Well she gestured to him, but he shook his head- it was in fact the guitarist's solo- so she totally called out the wrong musicican. Most people wouldn't notice this sort of thing, but Maury and I caught her mistake immediately and cracked up. Here she was trying to jam and be all cool and instead she got completely shut down.
On second thought, maybe it's not That funny, but after sitting in a cramped smokey bar for 3 hours at this point, we were searching for something to laugh at and wake us up.
And speaking of waking up- I think I'll do the opposite now and crawl into bed. Wow- this is a pretty pointless blog. Thank you to the faithful readers of the Divadomain for sticking with me through the dry spells. I promise I'll have something more interesting to say tomorrow. Point is- Jeffrey Buns-of-Steele is awesome- check him out if you haven't already. That is all.
Good night, and good luck.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Welcome Back, Catters

The Big Blue Nation rejoices today after our boys put up a win against the GA Bulldogs last night. There were some pretty moments (nothin-but-yet jumpers by Patrick Sparks, fast break transitional shots from Rondo) and some not so pretty moments (leaving the GA guys open for 3's in the zone defense) but a win is a win. And it means we head into our home game on Saturday with some momentum.



The UK bench reacts along with Sparks after making a shot that we wish we'd see on a more consistant basis.



My favorite quote from the game came from dad, commenting on the profuse amounts of sweat covering the head coach: "Looks like Tubby's going to need to be in the tubby after this game."

Second favorite quote came from Jay Bilas at ESPN. He said that UK's mental problems have stemmed from them all watching Brokeback Mountain and crying together.

Monday, January 16, 2006

The Dreaded New Year's Resolutions

Yes, it's cliche. And you know you thought you were going to get away with not having a typical New Years Resolutions post on here, but like Mike says, the first person you lie to is yourself. So I'm posting these up for the world to see, to hold myself accountable.

Amanda's Goals for 2006:

1. Move to New York. If I don't do it now, while I'm young and unattatched, I never will. This has been put off till at least the spring while Mom and Dad get the whole moving thing under way, and gives me more time to prepare (ie, get head shots taken, prepare some standard monologues & songs, take more dance classes).

2. Which leads me to number 2: Have a meaningful relationship with a guy. I'm tired of being single. I have a wonderful group of girl friends, and no, I don't necessarily Need to be dating anyone, but it would be nice for someone to show interest in me, and me in them, for more than a week or two. I think the whole moving to New York thing will help this because I've lived in Nashville all my life (minus those 4 years in college) and haven't had any luck here. And we all know I'm all about the New York Italian men. Who are Christians. And can sing. And like sports. And fit the Fatty-McFunny body-type. Obviously I don't have much control over this one- but if the right guy shows up, I'll be ready.

3. Lose weight. And keep it off. Yes, it's an every year struggle for all of us. I am trying to be more consistent in my Pilates, avoid fried foods and cokes, and eat more vegetables. Guys, don't bother in telling your girl that she doesn't need to lose weight. You're fighting a losing battle because we always think that we need to.

4. Daily time in the scripture. I'll be honest. This has been such a struggle for me. I'll do well for a week, and then skip 2 weeks altogether. And it's not because I don't think about doing it- I just put it off. Why is spending time with my Savior so hard to "fit" into my schedule? This is a question that God is helping me answer, and I know that knowing His Word is an integral part in deepening my relationship with Him.

5. Learn to play the guitar. This should be an easy one for me, but I'm lazy so I tend to self-defeat before I ever attempt a task.

6. Along those same lines, Write a song. Again, I am so afraid of failing and writing something cliche that I never get any further than jotting down song ideas.

7. Pray for people when I say I'm going to. I'm not bad about this, but there's always room for improvement. I guess I want to deepen my prayer life in general, so I want to spend more time praying for those people and situations that I've committed to pray for, and not just send up a one sentence prayer on the fly.

8. Learn how to listen better so that I'll hear when God is speaking to me. Or rather, learn to be still and listen for His voice rather than talking a mile a minute in communication with Him. I don't know about you, but even when I'm quiet, my inner monologue never shuts up. No wonder I rarely hear God speaking to me when I pray!

9. Brush up on my German. My daily calendar at work with German words and phrases is helping with this, but it's another one of those goals that always gets pushed to the wayside. You never know when you're going to have to say, "That was a moving speech." That's today's phrase. "Das war eine bewegende Rede."

10. Create a budget and stick to it. Slowly but surely I am paying off school loans and those "emergency" purchases I put on my Mastercard before I knew or cared what credit card debt was. I need to save more, and learn how to gauge my spending habits to learn how to sacrifice and save for the things I want. New York City ain't cheap, so I need to save every penny I can.

Thath it. Thath All. Some admirable goals. Some necessary ones. Some frivolous. Some because I'm OCD and wanted an Even 10 for the list. I'm sure I could have thought of more, but this is a nice place to start for 2006. 40 is the new 30 I'm told, so I still have my entire life ahead of me.

If any of you are brave and/or narcissistic and want to post a few of your own, we can hold one another accountable.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

white MLK. it does a body good

So I told this story to the girls last night while we were watching Grey's Anatomy at the Sorority House (aka Lisa & Sarah's apt) and they got a kick out of this story. I can't remember if I blogged about this last year or not, but since the majority of you
a) won't remember if I did
b) weren't reading the blog then
c) care if i repeat a good story
so here's one that still makes my parents laugh.

When I was in kindergarten I colored a picture of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. white. As in, blonde hair, blue eyes, and apricot crayola-hued skin. I'm sure we were learning about MLK during black history month, and at that time in my life as a 5 year old, I really didn't know that many black people. So I colored him white. If I had a scanner here at work that I could use I would have let you all share a laugh at my expense, because my parents definitely saved that fine piece of artwork.

So anyways. For all you losers who actually get this holiday off and don't have to work, I'm calling you at 6:30 am to make sure you're up anyways. You need to get a nice jump start to that day off! I however will back at the good ole' BBMPI, trying to recover my mojo. (Maybe a Mojito would work to do this. They're totally not the same thing, but I've heard that having a drink calms your nerves. I've heard that.)

Have a good one kids. Remember the Golden Globes are on tonight. I'll be curious to see
a) what the stars are wearing (PLEEAZE tell me we're over the fake orange tans already!)
b) how fares the gay cowboy movie. I didn't see most of the movies nominated yet, and Brokeback Mountain I just didn't see as being that groundbreaking or great of a movie. If someone thinks otherwise and wants to challenge my opinion, feel free. And as much as I don't like Russell Crowe as a person, I'm pulling for him to win best actor for Cinderella Man. if you didn't catch this one in the theaters, rent it, because it was one of my faves from the year.

Ok- I'm really goin' this time. Pride and Prejudice is calling my name! Happy Monday.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

I wish I knew how to quit incorporating this movie quote into my conversations

So it's time you share in the catch phrase from the Diva Convention 2006. You might wonder to yourself, self, why do I care what Bradley, Ari, and Conley said every chance they got during Conley's visit to Nashvegas? Well I'll tell you. You will care if you have any interest in the upcoming Golden Globes. Intrigued? Then read further.

Conley's stay in Nashville over New Year's and the first few days of this new year were spent leisurely and with no agenda of places we had to be. In fact, on New Year's day we slept late, ate a fantastic lunch prepared by Momma B (complete with black eyed peas and cabbage to bring luck and wealth in the new year) (I ate a ton of these dishes just to be sure), and then spent the rest of the day laying on my bed watching the extended versions of first and second Lord of the Rings. Seriously. We did nothing. And for my usual type A personality that can't stand to be unproductive for that long, it was wonderful. So we're watching Frodo and the others make the long journey with the ring, and eventually Conley began making jokes about how the Hobbits' longing towards one another could be perceived as being very homoerotic. I got mad at her for ruining the movies for me, but then it began to get humorous as we both inserted our own dialogue into the films. Finally at one point, I said, mimicking Sam, "I wish I knew how to quit you, Mr. Frodo!"

This quote comes from Brokeback Mountain, aka The Gay Cowboy movie. Neither of us had seen the film, but this line is part of the preview for the movie. Even funnier was the, "I wish I knew how to quit you, Samwisegamgee." And this, you see, became the catch phrase for the weekend. (And when you say the quote, you have to use a husky, Jake Gyllenhaal-esque voice. This makes the reference funnier.) Eventually, curiosity got the best of us, so Conley, Ari, Mom, and myself ventured to Green Hills, the only theater in Nashville showing this movie, to see Brokeback Mountain and find out what all the fuss was about. Plus we had to find out if Jake ever figured out how to "quit" Heath Ledger.

The theater was so packed we had to sit on the very front row and crane our necks uncomfortably all to watch a couple of sheep herders in wranglers realize their love for one another and mask it in society. Conley, Ari, and I sat there with baited breath (that was one I got right in the grammar quiz!), waiting for our line to be said. Unfortunately, that was pretty much the highlight of the film for us. We all came out of there pretty apathetic about what is supposed to be such a controversial movie.

Now the Hollywood Foreign Press has honored Brokeback Mountain with a leading 7 nominations for the upcoming Golden Globes. Are you kidding me? was my exact thought when I read that today. I mean, I had heard all the hype- that's why I went and saw the movie to begin with, but after seeing it, I didn't believe the hype would actually come to fruition. I wish I knew how to quit trying to predict you, Hollywood Foreign Press!

Missing Mojo

So My Mojo has gone missing- has anybody seen it?

We're back from Christmas break at work and I can't sell a choral club to save my life. Without getting into my sales pitch to explain what a choral club is, trust me when I say that any church who orders music from us needs to be on one of these to get discounts on their music. The past several months I have been selling the heck out of them, and was top selling club rep for the month of December. This not said to be boastful, but rather to emphasize my bewilderment as to why now, in January, a month when churches ARE buying music (as opposed to the slow month of December), I cannot sell a club to save my life!

The highlight of my morning was when I pitched a club to a church who called in to order some kids music, and instead of joining (which, honest to goodness, would have Saved them money), after putting me on hold, they canceled the whole order altogether!!

So in short, I've lost my mojo.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Products that really work

It's occurring to me now that maybe that coffee I drank at the Bluebird, and the Full Throttle energy drink that i was sipping before and after the concert just may have worked after all.

Really, Clark?

So after catching a great show at the Bluebird tonight, I came home to watch the UK-Vandy game that I had taped. Not anything impressive to watch, considering it was a home game for us, our SEC season opener, and one of our better players' first game back from his year long suspension- plus it was vanderbilt- I mean, as a Nashvillian I do feel some loyalty towards them, but it's usually laughable to think that they would ever been Kentucky in Rupp arena. But that's exactly what happened tonight, and here I sit in my bedroom, stunned, my eyes stinging from need of sleep, as I dump all my frustration on you, the eager readers who remind me every other day about my lack of consistency blogging. So where do we go from here? Vanderbilt beat us at home? "Reeeaally, Clark?"

You may have noticed that this year's season of UK basketball opened without fanfare here on the blog, and now you begin to see why. Not because I am a disloyal fan, but because I am as baffled as the next gal who bleeds Blue, and I know when my bragging rights have been taken away. If the season continues in the same trend, I will continue to watch the games like a person watches a car wreck happening- you know you shouldn't look, but for some reason morbid curiosity can't force you to pull your eyes away, and so you watch the events unfold in horror.

And PS, can I also just say that adding to my frustration was that the tape ran out with 3 minutes to go, so I had to hear the bad news on an ESPN recap that I didn't have to wait too long to find. An upset like this will be all over the sports pages tomorrow. The media will eat this up like they would if TO were making some other stupid remark about his salary woes.

Anyways, a girl's gotta get her beauty rest, so this is your editor and CEO of the divadomain, signing out.

Friday, January 06, 2006

bbc moldova team

My dear friend Emily left again for Moldova on Wednesday. She'll be there through January 14th, so if you want to keep tabs on her, check the sweet sleep blog for regular updates. I watched the transformation take place in Emily after her first trip to this tiny European country this summer- anyone who has ever gone on a mission trip will understand- there is something powerfully spiritual that happens to a person when you physically uproot yourself to go and serve the Lord. I look forward to reading about the team's blessings and challenges that they will meet these next few days, and seeing the fruit from their labor long after the team has left the 2 orphanages in Chisinau and Falesti. Keep them all in your prayers while they are there.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Alright already!

So here we are, trucking along through 2006 and the divadomain has been sadly dormant since before Christmas. So sue me. I was enjoying time with friends and family and wasn't parked in front of a computer like I normally am- and I was out living those blogworthy moments that I will now try and find the time and space to write about- or about which to write, if you're being a grammar Nazi. (we know you're out there, Mark Kelly Hall!!!)

My family spent Christmas here in town. Sarah and I trekked out to Hendersonville for Mary Anna's annual family Christmas Eve brunch, which I hope will become an annual event for me to attend (Can we say cheese grits? Mmmmm!). Later that day we went to the BBC Christmas Eve service, followed by our own family traditions, including watching Christmas Vacation.

Christmas morning we went to church (after all that controversy over whether or not to hold services Christmas day, let me just tell you, the sanctuary was Packed.) and then opened presents once we got home. It made Christmas last longer in the day though, so although having Christmas fall on a Sunday made things different, it was still nice and relaxing.

After a quick trip to Indiana (a TAR blog is on its way from this trip), and celebrated Mom and Dad's 32nd wedding anniversary, it was time to prepare for New year's.

One of the original DIVAS, Conley, came into town, and so I threw a party in her honor! (well, really it was a new year's eve party- but I told Conley it was all for her! Actually, I told Scottie that it was a birthday party for HER too!) We had a random assortment of people, but had a great time mingling, eating, and what else- Dancing!!












One random yet fun anecdote from the party was that 8 minutes before midnight these 4 guys (and I use this term loosely since they were practically in diapers) show up at my back door and began to peer inside. I looked around and assessed that no one knew who they were nor were expecting them, so I poked my head out to talk to them. Long story short, they were supposedly looking for a particular party and were obviously at the wrong house- but a few of them recognized Tadd from when he taught at Brentwood high. One kid said, "yeah, I remember you- you gave me ISS twice!" You all go to Brentwood high I asked, feeling rather old. "went," they corrected, "we graduated in 2004." Wow. Yeah people, we're that old.





Yeeeaahh... about that... I have NO idea what Jess was doing here in this "candid" pose!










Emily & I demonstrating our best Zoolander Blue Steele looks!