It’s been raining in DC every day for over a week. Quite unusual actually. The heavy bursts of rain come with a quickness, then the sun emerges again. I was joking with my honey via text that “I’m stuck in the rain AGAIN!” Well, today was no different….except for the big rainbow in the sky. I’ve been looking for one all week, but today was the day, and I didn’t miss it.




What is it about rainbows that is so magical? I had to pull over on the side of the road and just stare (take a picture), and stare some more. I felt so alive, enlightened, and in love I just wanted to cry. I wished I could slide down it. I dreamed my love would be waiting at the end of it. Seemed like it could possibly happen…then the f**cker behind me started laying on the god damned horn. Motherf**cker.

…still I feel blessed that my eyes witnessed such beauty today.

…I also realized that Kermit the Frog is one hell of a lyricist…


"The Rainbow Connection"

written by Kermit the Frog


Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
And rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we've been told and some choose to believe it
I know they're wrong, wait and see.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers and me.

Who said that every wish would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it,
And look what it's done so far.
What's so amazing that keeps us stargazing
And what do we think we might see?
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.



All of us under its spell,
We know that it's probably magic...
... Have you been half asleep? And have you heard voices?
I've heard them calling my name.
... Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors?
The voice might be one and the same
I've heard it too many times to ignore it
It's something that I'm s'posed to be...


Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.

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Being A Rockstar Isn't Easy :(

The interviews
The people who show up at the shows to judge you because they want to manage you.
The people who want to be your best friend because they think it will make them cool
The traveling
The rehearsals
The criticism
The men who think I’m really gonna call them
Being the only girl in the band
The hair
The make-up
The image
The photo shoot
The 3 hour gigs
The drunk people at the gigs
The sucky sound guy
The promoters
The song writing credits
The instruments
The gear
The competition (although not much :P)
The training

Being A Rockstar Is Great!(if you don’t completely suck)

The music
The free food (for you and your friends)
The free beer
The money (if you make it through the first list with a passing grade)
The men who I just might call (if I didn’t already have a man)
The drunk people at the gigs
The hair!
The make-up!
Wardrobe!
Lights!Camera!Action!
Good sound guys
The royalities
Big crowds
The smiles on faces
The fans
The managers fighting over you
The traveling
The release...

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Sorry I haven't been a very obedient blogger...

I've actually been working at work, helping my dad with a bid proposal.

Also been applying for Music Therapy Internships for Spring 2007.









So anyway...this picture is from the archives of my camera phone. On Sunday I took a stroll to the market. When I got to the shopping area, I stumbled upon a truck conviently parked inside and through the front window of the fish supply store!

I took a picture while desperately trying no to be THAT person taking a picture. So naturally I acted like I was getting a brochure of prices from the manicure place next door, while talkling on my phone. I preceded to non-chalantly turn the phone away from my ear as to check the signal on the front. (Really I was aiming the camera...good one huh!?) As I squinted my eyes, pretending that I could not quite see the LCD display clearly, I zeroed in on the target. CLICK! Mission complete.

...Then I sent it to my boyfriend 'cause I just HAVE to show him everything.

"BLOG IT BABY", he said.




...so if you don't get some enjoyment out of this photo, it's HIS fault. :D

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Ok…so this post was supposed to in response to a comment from further-on-up-the-road…but it turned into a blog entry. Read on and you shall discover the twists and turns behind this post.

(See his comment on previous post)



The girl I speak of use to work with me in the office on Saturdays. It was just her and I. We became very close and entertained each other by telling stories. One day, she had this big, mischievous grin on her face. I asked her what it implied, and she said that there was something she wanted to tell me. I knew it would be juicy by the inflections in her voice. Then, she hit me with it….
…She met him on a maintenance call. Her little sister and mom were gone. Although there is a significant age distance between them (about 20 years) she said that they got to chattin’. He spoke of marriage and kids, she spoke of high school, I suppose. Next thing you know…BAM! They were doing it. Right there in the apartment. By the time she told me, they had done it all over the complex…The shocking thing is that she was so soft spoken and seemingly shy, I thought she was a virgin until she told me that !!!! I don’t believe that it got too serious, although they like each other. It was a tad bit too scandalous for it to go anywhere….She stopped working here and I haven’t seen or talked her for a year although she still lives in this building….

OMG!!!!! YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED. THE GIRL I’M TALKING ABOUT JUST CALLED ME WHEN I FINISHED THE LAST SENTENCE…omg, omg, omg. Are you sure TODAY isn’t 666? I looked at my cell and didn’t recognize the number. I answered it and that soft spoke tiny voice said ”hey girl. Do you know who this is? It’s…” OMG!!! I immediately told her that I was writing this when she called. She kept saying…”that’s crazy…” She couldn’t believe it either…

So she’s meeting me before I get off work to give me some hair conditioner that she can’t use. How cool is that. Damn the world works in mysterious ways…


…I should call her back and get an update…hang on…


OK…You ready? I called her back and asked her to tell me the end of the story….She said “The story is still going on….” Yep. It’s been over a year. I asked if it was love. Her answer was a hesitant whine…then she said “No it ‘ain’t love” then she said ”Shit, I don’t know.” So there you have it.

…the saga continues…

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My work office is located in an apartment building. The walls of three units were knocked out to create this space. It’s cool ‘cause there’s a kitchen, refrigerator, 3 bathrooms, and a maintenance man. Aaahh the maintenance man. He just loves to come help us out. “Aawww, he’s so sweet”, the ladies in the office can’t get over how “Nice” and “Sweet”, and “Honest” he is… I have only seen the back of his head, until today.

…Our eyes met and I could tell that he knew that I know something that no one else knows…This “nice, sweet, honest”,married with a kid maintenance man… IS FUCKING A 19 YEAR OLD IN THIS BUILDING. They fuck in vacant apartments, in utility rooms, probably in here when no one is around. They do it in his apartment, her apartment and even the laundry room. LOL!! I love it. And for the first time today our eyes met. I tried not to be obvious, but I was cracking up on the inside.


It’s all good though… I can handle the scandal. ;)

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Today is my best friend’s birthday. Although she lives in California, it seems like she’s right here. We talk on the phone EVERY day, about 20 times a day. It’s funny because even though her time is three hours earlier, we manage to be on the same schedule…She’s running late to work at 8 am, I’m running late to school at 11am…We’re just cool like that. :) We’ve been friends for ….um…..a……..(where’s the damn calculator…)…about 13 years or so. I NEVER thought I would be able to say that about anyone! But I love it. My, the trouble we’ve gotten ourselves into…

...See, we were catholic school girls…we use to roll up our skirts to make them mini’s, and put lipstick on. We had to transform back to the sweet, innocent girls we were at the end of the day before either my mom or her mom picked us up. Sometimes we’d forget. Shit. Sometimes we’d remember but rebel. Dumb idea.

…We got drunk once during the day from the liquor at the bar in my parents house. My mom and dad were out of town, but my cool ass grandmother was there. She fixed us some pancakes. We were like, “Shit. Nice thought, but we’re trashed!” Suzi tripped over the table as soon as we got up the steps. I was laughing so hard, I forgot what I was laughing at about two seconds into it. My grandmother said jokingly “What’s wrong with you two. What are you?...Drunk?” Yeah granny. And high.

…Once, Suzi dated a guy with a crooked penis. I didn’t believe her. She didn’t like him much(and his last name was Loser, no lie). So she dumped him so I could hang out with him and see for myself. Well I got to touch it. Boy she wasn’t kidding!!! That thing was shaped like a crescent moon. WTF?

…I tell Suzi all the time that we should write about some of the things that happen in our lives. I seriously want to turn it into a sitcom and shop the idea. The show will…wait…I’m not telling YOU my idea…just wait ‘till it airs on T.V. Anyway, it will be funny as hell…

…like, one time, Suzi and I were driving and I was complaining about the piece of crap car that was in front of us. I was like…”goddamn it. I wish they would get that piece of shit thing off the road. Geeze. What kinda of person would drive crap that that.” Suzi was like, ”Oh. That’s my aunt.” LOL! We still laugh about that! Our relationship is full of laughter and love…I could tell stories ALL DAY LONG, but I gotta work…so…

Happy Birthday, Suzi. I feel lucky to have a friend like you.

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