a prayer

Dear God,

I pray the best man wins.


Amen.

Feelin' Good

I decided to start a list of songs that make me feel good*

And here it is (in no particular order):

Don't Let Me Down-the Beatles
Clocks-Coldplay
Hiro's Song-Ben Folds Five
Dig a Pony-the Beatles
Portions for Foxes-Rilo Kiley
the Weather-Built to Spill (not to be confused with Built for Speed)
Fallen from the Sky-Glen Hansard
Family Tree-Ben Kweller
Rhythm of my Heart-Rod Stewart
Places-Ours
Ode to LRC-Band of Horses
Wouldn't It Be Nice-the Beach Boys
Two of Us-the Beatles
Hang Me Up to Dry-Cold War Kids
Read My Mind-the Killers (new album out this month, how excited am I?!)
Oh Valencia!-the Decemberists
Holland, 1945-Neutral Milk Hotel


*I listed these songs because of A. nostalgia and/or B. the way my body moves when played in the comforts of my car/living room when I'm alone.

bang bang

Ever since I cut bangs, I don't know if I've been more self-conscious of my hair, or my face. I sometimes feel they just accentuate the roundness of my cheeks and chin. Maybe I'm just delusional (it's quite possible).

Anyway, I was reading Stuff White People Like, and came across this article which made me grin. I even found some characteristics in common with the girls they were describing:

"But for white people, this simple haircut makes a bold declaration by saying that the wearer is artistic, deep, and has probably dated a guy in a band you like"

Now, I feel a little proud and walk with a bit more pep in my step, even though I miss my long hair. Sad face.

long hair, I miss you:


new hair, it's alright I guess:

Dear Madonna,

I haven't liked your music since I danced in my room to the Immaculate Collection in the early 90's, but if I was at that show on your Sticky & Sweet tour, and you told Palin to "get off your street," I probably would have spit in your general direction.


Shut up and entertain me.

mind-bottled

I am a bit disappointed in myself for letting precious time slip away. There are loads of projects I want/need to get done but I just have not found the motivation. Frankly, I am just lazy, and watching Everybody Loves Raymond from 5:30 to 7:00pm is not how I anticipated spending my evenings after work.
Aside from putting away wedding gifts (that are still in boxes) and doing the everyday cleaning/organizational duties of an apartment renter (suck), there are several paintings I've had in mind that I'd like to do for myself and others.
To minimize my brain-clutter, I made a list (on paper so I don't forget) of randome thoughts and things that inspire me so that later I would be able to make basic sketches before I began to paint.

A few inspirational themes:

(obvious)

I should really say the Eiffel Tower back-slash Paris, in general

Ballet dancers




I also really love owls, but only in the stylized sense. The actual creature kind of freaks me out. Any-hoo...

On to something more important: the Office season premier-TONIGHT!

oopsies/ghosties

So, a few posts down I mentioned that something awesome was going to happen in September and didn't want to give away too much because I didn't want to jinx it. Well, I think I jinxed it.
Tyler Read was supposed to leave next week for a label showcase in NYC and to record demos for one reason or another-I've never understood the music industry (and don't plan on it) and I don't get many details from Chris.
Anyhow, on top of being pumped for the band, I thought this would be an opportunity to sneak in a little vacay time for myself. I had even already discussed Manhattan must-see spots with Brooke, the other precious band wife.
Now it turns out the band will only play the planned showcase and return back home, which means no QT with NYC.
But, I suppose the good news is that if all goes well with the showcase, the boys have a chance at being signed to a major(?) label.

But enough about that.

If I could meet anyone in the world, do you know who it would be? Ricky Gervais.
That man is a genius.
I probably don't know the extent of work he's done in the past, but my obvious favies are:

Rule #1. If you haven't seen the BBC version (the original) of the Office, then we aren't allowed to be friends. And although Michael Scott has won my heart over (and over again), this show makes my heart sing.

Rule #2. If you watched the series finale for both the Office (BBC) and Extras and didn't cry, you have no soul. You aren't human. Go get a heart.

Needless to say, I cannot wait for Ghost Town.
It seems a bit corny, but I'm hoping Ricky and Greg make me proud.


hearts.

uppidy-date

If I was a celebrity, and you read Perez Hilton, you would know everything there is to know about me.
But I'm not, and you don't, so I'm left with the task of updating the 3 of you on my life as of late.

Since the last time I updated, I've had several weird dreams involving airports, planes that look like cruise ships, and me giving the go-ahead to Chris that it's "ok" to date my friends while we're married.

Oh, I'm married! As far as I can remember, the wedding was perfect...except when the priest called me Kelly. And even that didn't bother me, not even the damn rain. Oh, and the band referred to us as Mr. and Mrs. Christopher Turner upon our entrance to the reception, ha! But, I suppose those are the details that made it memorable. I'm not saying I wouldn't have remembered the day I got married if it weren't for those instances, but, you know what I mean.
Maybe I can elaborate about details and post photos on a later date, but I'm still trying to remember everything...what a blur, man.

In other news, Chris surprised me with an iPhone! Dude, I know. I was doing just fine with my Blackberry, but seriously, I don't know how I survived all these years without this little nugget of Apple genius. Chris could see my jealousy and felt guilty he was living the life of luxery with his 3G, so of course he had to get one for his wifey.

*Note: It's only appropriate to match if you're married.

I think it's also important to note that we might have moved on from the Golden Retriever phase (unfortunately). We would really love a large dog of that sort, but finding room for him in our itty bitty space would just be cruel. He would need lots of room to grow and play! So, perhaps a little Morrison will find his way to our home, once we have a house.
Our other doggy option is a Westie:



I think this little bucket of sunshine will be the perfect fit for us, one day.



I'm world's worst writer.

perf

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you

Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess

No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you...

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you



4 more days, and then I am Mrs. McPeters.

I've got this energy beneath my feet...

Wedding is 16 days away.

Something stellar is happening in September, but I don't want to say much because I might jinx it...maybe I'll get to go somewhere exciting!

eh, that's all, I guess.

Don't be haters

ONE MONTH UNTIL THE WEDDING!

an ode (photo blog dedication) to Buster

To my favorite Arrested Development character (I still love you, Michael), this one is for you:










(from my dear friend Lindsay who I commissioned to do this piece. she's an/a expert/master at applying faces where they don't belong).

love is all around.

you guys...

I'm losing my cool; worried about this wedding bidness...not about actually getting married because I'm totally hip with that, but damn, these PLANS.
I read where Ashleeee Simpson's friends called her "bridechilla" during the time before her nuptials. I WISH. srsly. I thought I was pretty calm, but when I start getting acid reflux, I am hella unchilla.
I think there is something to said for eloping, or even "destination weddings." I had my parents praying for a destination wedding after we discovered the cost to rent the reception ballroom for a night. yikes.
I've been telling people that I'm close to getting everything finalized, but I feel myself lying when the words come out. Am I?
Where is JLo when you need her?
Dress? check. Ring? check. The invitations are done. Check multiplied by a million because that was a feat. But shat, did I forget someone? I really hope not. If I did, then Lord, I am sorry! Oh God, I'm getting heartburn just thinking about it.
I have a feeling I'll be planning the wedding up until the 15 seconds before I walk down the aisle.
Please, someone tell me they have a mimosa waiting for me somewhere.

For what it's worth, I wouldn't give up having a church ceremony or a badass reception (that reminds me, I need to email a list of songs to the band that they must play). It's important to us to be married in a church, surrounded by friends and family, with a priest present to bless our marriage.

I love you all (all 8 of you). Thank you for being supportive (and if you haven't, well, I guess I don't really care because I'm getting married to a wonderful person (and so is he)).

it's time for a Tums.

pregnant

I'm not, but the way I talk about baby names, you would think I was. I'm really not sure where this little quirk came from, but I think it's starting to concern a few people.
I can be a strange bird sometimes, but this habit might be a little too odd. It's like girls who plan their weddings before they're engaged. I'm putting the cart before the horse here, folks.

Before it was ruined in the flood, I had a journal where I kept my random thoughts, notes, and a list of baby names; boy and girl, first and middle initial.
I can't help it!

I dream about being pregnant all the time. On top of knowing a few lovely ladies with sweet little buns in the oven, I have a hunch this quirk also stems from a desire to be a nurturing mother and to raise a family

Chris and I get married in a month. After that, you can start a countdown for a little Daffodil Rose or Paxton James.



"this love branches out like an oak tree, reach for the sky and roots to the sea."

2 Things

1. I'm not really sure what the big deal is with my wedding dress, but it's causing some kind of stir with my friends and family:



that isn't us, but you get the idea.

2. I don't usually go into the the Wild Bird Center, but was tempted today after lunch to kill time before going back to work.
It was there that I met, and fell in love with, Skipper the cockatiel.



you wouldn't think a bird could be so affectionate, but Skipper touched my heart and my soul like no one else.

I want I want I want!

um

61 days.

holy moly.

Forever Young

if you know me, you know two things:

1. I love Asians
2. I love old people.

this deals with the latter.

pretty please go see the documentary: Young at Heart. you'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll wish you will grow old with all of your teeth.




I. love. this. movie.


and another documentary gem: King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters




if you live in Shreveport, it would be to your benefit to visit the Robinson Film Center.

it's badass.

in the marmalade forest...

Guys, I have something serious to discuss.

I have gas.

It won't go away. I swear, it's almost debilitating.

help!

Can you take me higher?

Just FYI: if you're ever in the need for a quick flash of energy on a long, late night drive home, this should be your playlist:

Seal: Crazy/Kiss from a Rose/Don't Cry/Fly like an Eagle
i.e:

Mariah Carey (featuring Boyz II Men): One Sweet Day






Love

Creed: Higher


nuff said.

my friend contentness

"who knows where thoughts come from, they just appear, mhmm..."



Is the purpose of a blog defeated if you first write your thoughts on paper?



Nostalgia is being thrown at me from all different angles and it's hard to dodge...

I miss college, and if I could, I would pack up everyone I love and put them all in a 5-mile radius of one another in hopes of re-living the days of early morning donuts, Student Center chats, chick-no-picks, skipping classes that we maybe should have attended, the weird smelling library/computer labs, red tables, late night painting room dinners, and Xanga.

Sad to say, but I miss posting corny one-liners and non-sensible gibberish under my handle: InTheDaysOfYorke.

Now all that's left of the Xanga glory days is a sad attempt to revive that community. Come back Exeo.



Speaking of Chagrin, I smell a come-back via cover tunes and perhaps, a show? fingers crossed. Your ears, I swear, will melt like ICE, baby.



The word "grown up" keeps chasing me, but hasn't caught me yet. I think it's close though. Soon enough I will trip on a root and it will fall on me with all of it's weight.



every thing's in it's right place.

oh yea, and...

I don't know how I could have left out this dynamic duo:

my newest phase: UFOs

obsessions.

here are mine:

McDonald's iced coffee, Regular.
my recent caffeine fix. It's cheaper than Starbucks AND you don't to tip the barrista


Paris, obviously.
I miss this place. I'm hoping I will get a surprise trip for a one-year anniversary. HA!


Chagrin.
My hope is that this band returns to the scene, and not just because I have a thing for the guy in maroon.


Muse.
They sound nothing like Radiohead and I am, quite frankly, tired of haters comparing the two.


I drink this stuff like water.


Paul Newman.
He's badass and so is his salad dressing


It makes me regular. TMI?


Persians.
I am that crazy cat lady.


The Office. Mainly Jim and Pam's relationship.


cooking with aprons!


being engaged.


I am obsessed with wanting to be obsessed with the following in the future:

Golden Retrievers.
His name will be Morrison, and he will be ours.


I want to sew my own clothes and for other people. Maybe even for a little Chris or little Emily. ONE day...


and sow seeds to grow a garden.


being married. gay, I know.

rainbow brite

For some reason I started to think about my past dye jobs and realized I'm one highlight away from forgetting what my natural color really is.
I've compiled a few photographs to prove that my hair, despite its multiple personalities, has held up quite nicely. Although, being recognized is a benefit to maintaining the same hair color most of your life.

oops.

yes, this is me as a tot giving my best pose before our t-ball game. This is probably the only picture of me with natural hair. can you spot chunky little me?






HELLO BRUNETTE. I go big or go home.






nuff said. I'm tored.

arguments

a recent argument between me and Chris was over the number of humps in a lower case cursive "m."
I was right, it's 3-humped.

It's April 2, which means there is approximately 143 until our nuptials and I am ready, freddy.

ridiculous...

perfectly describes this past weekend.





you missed:

-heterosexual (maybe) men dancing homosexually
-T-Rex and his itty bitty arms
-wanting to leave Mias because "that band sucks"
-Dirtfoot
-a male acquaintance in a denim jacket. I'm sorry, who wears those anymore?
-wanting to play James Brown on the juke box but getting trumped by the guy who payed money to play the Cure
-splinter from a chair at the lamest bar ever. I might have a disease.
-cutting my own eyelashes while trying to trim my fake ones
-movie crew party with, wait, was that, yes, jello shots. no thanks for wanting to re-live freshamn year in college.
-hopes of a Michael Cera sighting
-Central Station drag show
-strobe light dancing (see above)
-being in hell, aka, the Phoenix Underground

Lord have mercy.

old people

I love 'em.

I have an affinity towards the elderly community, and no matter how crotchety and senile, they are adorable.



my grandfather was one of the greatest

I glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings...

oh! what marvelous things.

You know, some days you're just not feelin' it. And today, I'm not feelin' it. New carpet in the upstairs office space equals my surroundings being invaded with a smell of a dentist office and leaves me dizzy and irritable.

At least I have a week to look forward to my Valentines date, which will look alot like this:


Yea, so we play pseudo-lesbians sometimes, so what? Just because Chris is away on almost every important day of the year doesn't mean it's wrong to share the company of another woman, does it?

Plus, she dances with me to FOB more than Chris ever would. and if you're cool you know what FOB means.

thnks fr th mmrs.

dream a crazy dream

last night I had a dream featuring J.J. Abrams and a Full House-era John Stamos. John was running a lemonade stand and as I approached for some refreshment he recognized me as the girl who used to watch his show at daycare.
I'm not positive what J.J. Abrams was doing there but in his dream sequence I was dressed in styrofoam as a transformer.

weird.

in other news... Christopher left for tour with Puddle of Mudd and I am suffering from a severe case of separation anxiety, as usual.
At least I have dear friends like Lorelei and Rory Gilmore to get me through.

hallelujah!

Since Georgia is my favorite font (and an awesome Hanson song), I'll start this blog out on a good note with a personal touch.

Just an FYI: This blog is bound to be random at best, with a definite sprinkling of lame. Never the less, I will give my all to keeping track of my most interesting and worthy-of-a-good-blog-posting days (especially during the lulls at work).

Things you must know:
I have an amazing and talented fiance who is going to be a super mega rock star one day, two precious Persian kitties who demand all of the attention in the world (and they get it), an awesome family and soon to be family in-law.
I adore my friends and appreciate them and everyone else being okay with the fact that I'm just a little weird.

I love God and this green earth with everything I have.
but I could really do without Paris Hilton in my face 24/7.