Guitars, Puppies and Key Strokes

It's 11:00 p.m. and I am grasping at the last hour or so of my night. On the bed in the corner are a friend and two dogs. The sound of the snot through their noses as they bite at one another and the snap of the friend's "no" play in the background of the guitar strings on the right of me, on the floor. Ani's voice is the only thing missing in the string screech. The space heater buzzing to my left.
A peaceful Tuesday evening where the wind is so cold they say the rain might turn to snow and people are doubling up in beds because the radiators in the apartments have gone on the fritz. I dread that cold, even though I will go home to an overly warm room. Dressed in so many layers I feel like the kid in the Christmas Story who can't put his arms down because his mom dressed him for the Arctic.
My first snowy winter seemed so exotic to me. Out from the west coast in that strange Northern city, snow made me think of the cute sweaters on T.V. Who could have guessed how totally wrong I was. Now, even 5 years later, and a move further South, I can still not fathom the desire to live in a snowy state. I don't crave the desert from which I migrated, but I sure don't crave these crazy wintery days either.
S.A.D. - Seasonal Affective Disorder. Why didn't anyone tell me that such a thing existed? I may have changed my mind pre-move, but then again, probably not. Always out to figure out on my own how terrible things can really be before I learn to take the easy way out.
But as for now, I enjoy my time here. Wrapped up in blankets, smothered by dogs and warm arms, listening to the sounds of an acoustic guitar that I have loved from the start. Most of the time I don't know the words, but I know the rhythm by which I type.

The Male Mind and The Girlmore Girls

Have you all the seen this Friendster site (www.friendster.com for those of you who haven't)? Who knew that you could spend 5 hours just looking at one site? Well, it can be done my friends, and has been by this crazy procrastinator you see before you.
So here I am looking up men who love the Gilmore Girls... Why you might ask? I might also add that this is really a fantastic question that I should have asked myself before leaping into the exploration of the sensitive male mind. I am not sure why exactly except that someone near and dear to me loves it, so I wanted to see if there were any other connecting factors between the boys and their love of the GGs. I mean, I guess I was trying to find out if they had similar tastes in books, or movies, or anything at all. Now, my next question would (or should) have been, is there any relevance to this research at all? And that, I suppose, is the question I am still trying to answer.
So far, I have concluded that I can put these GG loving boys into two categories: Those who don't love the GGs at all, but are lonely and want girls to like them and Those who actually do love them and tend to be the dark and brooding, argyle sweater wearing, sensitive "girly men" that the first type of man despises (while secretly wishing they could be them) and that crazy girls like myself love.
But are there any other connections between these boys? Let's see, I would have to say that the first type of guy is one of these "I like that one book I almost read in high school that all the girls told me was good, and music that is loud and obnoxious with no meaning whatsoever, I like football, and hanging out with my dawgs, and breaking biatches hearts, oh yeah... and the GGs." The second group fall more around the "I like really well written books that I have had in my collection for years, I like music with meaning and some soul, the tastes may vary but the underlying point is taken (by me at least), I might like sports and all of that but I am not an obnoxious machismo jerk about it, I might get a little moody sometimes but I am interesting, and I love the GGs."
So, what exactly does this mean to me, or you (although that's less important as I am the one who spent the 5 hours contemplating it)? Not much really. I guess it's just another little insight into the boys who seem so complicated to me.
Even in real life I like to separate the boys into two categories but these are much easier to define: Those who care and Those who don't. Maybe I am generalizing here but I think that the boys who really love the GGs are the ones who care. So maybe this can be a pre-dating question for us girls (and you boys who are of the persuasion) to ask. And maybe when you do, you can judge the response and put the boy into a care/non-care category. But, don't be alarmed if they say something along the lines of, "Gilmore Girls? Do they live in St. Louis? (or wherever you live)" because at least they are being honest.

It's SNOWING!!!

Yay, my first blog.

Grace this is all your fault! I was perfectly content to go through my life without having to publish an online journal, but whatever!!! HOW FUN IS THIS?

Well the week has been crazy, as the start of holidays always are. But today, the sun shines a little bit brighter. Not really of course, but IT'S SNOWING!

Who, exactly, doesn't love the first snow of the year? Before it starts to freeze, and turn brown... Oh wait, this is St. Louis, not Detroit.... Does that happen here? Who cares! I get to have Thanksgiving with snow on the ground!!!

Who said that life wasn't fair?