Monthly Archives: July 2009


[Just to get the technical crap out of the way first, No I have not yet passed my kidney stone and I’m seeing a(n?) urologist tomorrow afternoon.]

You all know how I feel about coincidences and synchronicity.  I go through periods of time when I’m all intune with things and all kinds of cool stuff happens.  Other times, not so much.  But when I am in these states of (let’s call it) heightened awareness, a word or an image or a person will keep popping up and there’s no end to the entertainment for me.

(Juju makes fun of me and my coincidences, but when it happens to her, she’s all like, enthused to share it with me…)

Thinking back, this particular “string” started a couple of weeks ago.  I was out with friends and a guy started up a conversation with me.  We had gone to the same high school but at different times.  Sorta.  Actually, when I was in 7th grade, he was a senior (Captain of the Football team, so I did remember him.)  We talked about so many things but the last thing he said to me was that I needed to find a song and listen to the lyrics.  He said it would make me cry.  He was very sure of this and I’m not sure why he wanted me to cry… but the name of the song was Looking For an Echo.  It was about a group of young singers who were trying to “make it” and would look for places to go and sing.  Anyway, I searched for the song deep in the bowels of the iTunes store and when I found it, I also found another song by Maia Sharp (who I had heard of but wasn’t familiar with any of her music.)  I listened to and liked her song Death By Perfection which is on her cd entitled Echo.  I liked it enough that I put it in my shopping cart in iTunes to purchase later.  That was on a Sunday night.  THE FOLLOWING AFTERNOON on my way home from work, there was Maia on my radio station singing Death by Perfection.   I nearly drove off the road when realized it was playing.  So the word ECHO has been infiltrating my consciousness about once a day since.  When I was reading the Wiki article the other day when I wrote the about Razorlight,  I noticed that their 2005 Acoustic cd was recorded on the Echo Label.

Hazel was kind enough to lend me Dooce’s book,  It Sucked and Then I Cried. It’s hilarious and heart-warming.  I finished it last night.  But not before reading 2/3rds of the way down page 248 where it said:  “Alone. (ECHO  ECHO  ECHO)”  Really.  Incidentally, I highly recommend this book to anyone who has ever birthed a child or plans to in the future.  Or anyone who loves Heather B. Armstrong aka. Dooce.

I like to think that maybe someone is trying to tell me something through these experiences.  It’s probly nothing but it amuses me.  I once had the same thing happen with “Las Vegas” almost daily for almost 3 entire years.  It started with Shawn Colvin’s recording of Viva Las Vegas.  I was almost to the point of believing that I needed to go there to figure out why the hell it wouldn’t leave me alone.  And someday I will go there, because I have to know.

Alright, enough of this.  I’m falling asleep.  Tell me your most recent or favorite coincidence.


Update: I originally drafted this post on Saturday, July 4th.  On Sunday night I clicked on a link on Twitter.  There’s a guy I read who writes a kind of FYI column for Twitter.  The first sentence read: “There seems to be a wave of suspensions going around Twitter (Twitter) today, and it’s turning quickly into an echo chamber of confusion and frustration.” I’m not shittin’ you.


Another update and I’m totally not shittin’ you.  I’ve recently fallen head over heels in love with the Hoodoo Gurus and have been buying up all their music that I can get my grubby little hands on.  I got my second cd yesterday (Tuesday July 6th).  Listened to it today.  Guess the name of Track #8… In the Echo Chamber.  F*** in’ hey!!!


So I had been feeling “not good” for a couple of weeks.  Didn’t want to make a big deal out of it mostly because it might start to appear to others that I’m turning into a drama queen hypochondriac.  Just having gotten over the broken foot and two UTIs (TMI) over the past couple of months and never-ending dental work, I’d just about OD’d on anything ever remotely associated with hospitals, doctors, dentists, drugs, ANYTHING health-related.  I’m not going to go into my symptoms b/c so many of them are “female” things and who in the hell wants to hear about that crap?  Not even me.

So Friday aftenoon when I felt an excrutiating band of pain around my midsection, I started thinking that maybe I was going to die I should take how I was feeling a bit more seriously.  Up until that point I was able to attribute all my uncomfortableness to the sorts of things “women my age” experience with the big M. (Menopause)

About an hour later the pain was gone but I was still on alert, lest it return.

Saturday afternoon PD and I spent hours and hours searching umpteen stores for the perfect window coverings for the windows in our new closed-in front porch.  I wasn’t feeling great and couldn’t wait to get home and relax.

By 7pm I could hear the Emergency Room calling my name and explained to PD that a trip was in order.

By the time the triage nurse called  me to get my information I couldn’t even sit down.  I found myself pacing in little circles trying to find a comfort zone.  There was none.  I was fighting tears by that point and getting scared, wondering what was wrong with me.

A CT scan and a urinalysis resulted in the report that I was in the process of passing a 5mm kidney stone, which then resulted in an IV full of anti-nausea drugs, Toradol and Dilaudid.  I actually turned down the Dilaudid at first and PD talked me into having it before we left.

A little after 10pm I was released and PD went to retrieve the car.  It was then that I found myself sitting on the curb outside the ER enjoying the hell out of the fireworks across the way.  You ain’t never seen fireworks until you watch them in a Dilaudid-induced stupor.  I wish you could have seen PD insisting that I “Stay put!” as he walked toward the parking garage.  I wonder where he thought I was going to wander off to.  The sidewalk wouldn’t even stay in one place.

Thrilled to be pain-free, I thoroughly enjoyed about half of the ride home.  It was a beautiful night, the car windows open, good music, pretty lights.   I could probly tell you the exact second the anti-nausea wore off and how grateful I was for the pretty cornflower blue barf bag they’d given me.  I only had to use it twice.

So today I felt pretty good for most of the day.  The past couple of hours, not so good.   Time will tell.  PD is BBQ-ing pork that’s been marinating in JD BBQ sauce and baking potatoes for what promises to be a yummy dinner.  I’m crossing my fingers and hoping I’ll be able to enjoy it.

UPDATE:  I guess I should have clarified… I have not yet passed the stone, it’s still in there moving around and wreaking havoc.


Was performing my semi-monthly YouTube surfing marathon and came across this band.  Razorlight.  They are entirely awesome.  I favorited a whole slew of their videos and will be adding some songs to my iTunes as soon as I get my $50 iTunes gift card that I paid $25 for on eBay.  I know!

Here’s my favorite song of theirs so far… It’s called Somewhere Else.

Sorry YouTube doesn’t feel like sending video to me tonight. You’ll have to copy and paste this link into your browser:

Somewhere Else by Razorlight

Or you can try clicking on that.  (I’ll be darned, that works!)

If you like that, check this out too:

Wire To Wire by Razorlight

My gut feeling is that now I’ll see and hear this band all over the place.  That always happens to me.   I hope I’m right about this.  Considering all the big names they’ve been associated with and so many great things they’ve done, I can’t believe I’ve never come across them before.

Are any of you familiar with the band and if so, what songs do you like?


Was cleaning out my mail when I came across a stray comment from a reader which led me to this post.  I read it and kind of liked it and decided to repost it.


Saturday, January 07, 2006 (Repost)

I may or may not have alluded to the fact that I am turning 50 in a few months. Chances are I have mentioned it, it’s not something anyone – especially
if it is Me– can just disregard. It’s kind of like having the Hindenberg hanging over your head. You can’t just pretend it’s not there. I don’t think any of my Readers are anywhere near even conceiving of the idea what it might feel like to be looking down the barrel of a big Five-Oh.  It actually is the number that is bothering me more than the physical state of being alive for fifty years.  And the first one of you who says “That’s half of a century” is going straight to hell, no questions, so shut your unlined little mouth.
There’s no way I’m this old. Sure, my body and my face may look it but my mind has never matured past late puberty. It’s really funny though, I often feel like I’ve already started the “full circle” thing you’ve heard old people refer to.  I often catch myself talking and acting like a fourteen-year-old. I drive worse (read:  faster) than I did at sixteen. And I certainly play music as loud as, if not louder than I did then. My music collection rivals surpasses the one I owned then. I wore bell-bottom jeans at 13.  I’m wearing them again except they’re called “flares” now.  Now they’re called low-rise, then they were hip huggers. I have shoes in my closet that aren’t any more sensible than the ones I wore in high school. Some are just as dangerous. I pay about the same amount of attention to the rules as I did then too. Now though, it’s not as much about rebellion as it is experience. The similarity though,  is that I thought the rules were dumb then and I think they’re dumb now. I didn’t give myself credit for being ahead of my time.
My face still breaks out, I still get cramps.  I still hate shaving.  I still run up and down the steps.  I still spend my extra cash on music and books and make-up. Some things never change. Some do.  I no longer drop what I’m doing and run to answer the phone.  I don’t usually blush when I’m talking to guys. If I’m home on a Saturday night, it’s by choice.  I don’t write in my diary and lock it up and bury it under my mattress.  Now I put it on the Internet for the whole freakin’ world to see.  Go figure.
There are good things about being my age. Very good things. It’s only been very recently that I’ve become aware of many of them. I believe around this age you develop a kind of uber-awareness of yourself and how you relate to the immediate world around you. I’m just speaking for me, but I hope it’s a universal woman-thing because it’s really cool. If you’re my age and reading this and aren’t identifying, maybe there is something wrong with you ;-).
I’m positive that my hormones are behind whatever this transformation is. And they bloody-well owe me something after the hell and havoc they have been wreaking on me for the last few years. Like to make you think you’re a lunatic. The sooner you can part with the damn things I think the better off you are. They’re complicated little bastards that just lurk in your insides and play games. Back to what I started to say…
The good things… I am feeling more comfortable with me. As an adult, I never thought that I wasn’t but I am aware of “fitting into me” better. I accept my faults for what they are and they no longer feel like things that need fixed. They’re just there and part of me.  My limitations, I can accept.  I no longer feel the need to overcome, to find ways to compensate. They are now just things I can’t do.  So what.  I never really needed to do a cartwheel. I am not as compelled to please people who have no special significance in my life. I appreciate the people who are special to me more than I ever did.  I have become more stingy with my time and fill it more with things I enjoy. I am more relaxed. I’m learning exactly what I can change about my life and what I can’t. A lot of things just aren’t important and it’s not so hard to differentiate between what is and what isn’t. I used to worry what other people thought about me. I still care but I don’t worry. Some days I care more, some days I say “what the hell”. It’s good to have choices. Very soon I want to start a good exercise program. Of all the things I’m giving up worrying about, the way I look is not going to be one of them. And I’d like to be around when I’m sixty. That should be a lot of fun. By then I won’t give a rat’s ass about any thing at all!
Back to the Present… Let me wish you all a very Happy Fourth of July 🙂
And may it be safe as well.