biding time.

Readers: how the hell are you? I hope your answer to that question is something of a positive. I really hope you're not having a bad day, but if you are, I sure do hope that the blog will brighten it, if only for a moment. Also, know that I am writing this post merely as a way to distract myself from what’s certain to follow. Coming up, you better get beyond pumped because I have the most incredible post saved on this here laptop about Saint Patty’s Day. It really is going to change your life. And it will be a change for the greener, the Irish, and the better. I feel safe in saying that you’re going to love it.

But I can’t put it on here yet. I really thought about doing it because The Office was already celebrating over on NBC last night. Did you see it? Andy had on a kilt. It was great. Scottish, but great. but I just can’t post it yet. It’s best if I can hold out until March 17th. Gees, that feels like it’s going to be light-years away, but I hope we can both hold on. I mean really. It’s that good.

So, what can we talk about to keep our minds off of what promises to be the most amazing post yet?

*know that I sat here for a while and couldn’t come up with anything good*

Here’s what we’re gonna do: I’m going to give a quick update on the past posts. I can see how you may want to immediately leave the blog. I mean, that doesn’t sound like it’s going to be super-interesting, but I don’t have that option. I have to keep on typing because it’s necessary and because I can’t stop thinking about that post that’s going to be all about the Irish.

So, let’s start back at the beginning. Have you read all of the posts, thus far? I hope you’re nodding your head in a “yes” motion. That first post about Valentine’s Day “Valentine: Revisited” was, really, a stupid title. You can’t revisit something that you’ve never visited. So, that was a negative. Sorry about that.

Anyhow, Valentine’s Day 2010 ended up being really awesome. My dad had to go to Atlanta (that wasn’t awesome) and it was the first time that he hadn’t spent that holiday with my mom in something ridiculous, like, since he was sixteen. So, I decided that the rest of the family was going out and my dad thought that was a good idea.

I called up my grandparents, whom I call “the kids,” and we all, in fact, went out. Even my brother, who wouldn’t have had any trouble getting a girl to go out with him on that holiday. He usually has a legion of admirers, but if you’re one of those girls and you come after my brother with googly-eyes. Well, remember that post with the Power Rangers picture on it? I really will do what I said because he is one of my people, just like you (the person currently reading)

Anyway, it takes a lot for me to approve one of those lasses (sorry, I‘m still in Irish-mode), cause we’re tight. And if I’m going to give up my time hangin’ with my broski to some girl, she had better prove to be nothing short of what my expectations are.

Also, if you’re a guy, I’ll share with you the advice that I often give my brother: never trust a girl who has a tan year-round. (upon reading that back, it sounds slightly racist. That’s not how I meant it. I’m just talking tanning beds, here. Those make for sketchy people)

At any rate, we went out and it was fun. Except for this one guy who was sitting at a table and he had a date. Anyhow, she left before that sweet tea ever even hit the table. Yeah. She totally ditched him. It was so uncalled for. If you’re that girl, and you’re reading this, I have one message for you: well, I can’t put it in here, because it isn’t nice. I don’t want you to think that I’m a mean person.

Moving on. Okay, let’s make this short-and-sweet. The following is a follow-up on past posts. Of course, they’re in order:

*Yes, times is still hard. Although, I think the blog really must be catching on because I’ve noticed a slight 23% increase in the niceness of the common stranger.

*It’s not cold anymore, but I still want to meet up and build that campfire. I know where we can get some gravel. Also, my Les Miserables sweatshirt has been found. Tony the klepto-ghost is still on-the-loose. Send help and bring marshmallows.

*I still don’t like Taylor Swift at all. However, that picture of Kermit just keeps getting better and better. And I’m waiting for one of you to cover that song with my new lyrics. I have a feeling we’ll be famous together.

*I’m not going to Bonnaroo, but man, that line-up is still super-impressive. I’m thinking about putting up the tent or popping up the camper in the backyard and bumpin’ some of the tunes that those attending the actual festival will get to hear. Let me know if you want to make a reservation. It will be completely free if you bring an instrument and/or sleeping bag. And rightfully so.

*My i-pod shuffle was never found. My dad was nice enough to lend me his. It basically has the same stuff on it. I thought the other day about buying a Nano. I decided that I don’t need it. Instead, I bought a TMNT t-shirt. I think that was the smarter purchase.

*I don’t have the strength to talk about those poems.

*That “Johnson City Honda, Johnson City” commercial is still annoying and “that’s what she said” has never sounded better.

*I read the first ten pages of “Common Sense” by Glenn Beck. Then, I threw up. No, really, it wasn’t that bad, but I got a little freaked out. My dad wants to read it. He also records Glenn Beck’s show everyday at five. On Fox News. Again, send help, but this time, bring sanity.

*Again: those poems were a product of a moment of a bizarre place. But I kind of liked being there. I hope you did, too. I’m not going to disclose any more information on those things.

*WHOA. I have thought of so many songs that should have been on that Top 50 List, but I knew that was going to happen. Also, John Clayton Mayer and I are still pretty tight. Even if he does act like a jerk on the news-circuit because I’m a loyal fan. Really. I’m super-loyal.

*Avatar still blows my mind. I still haven’t gotten over it. At all. I love talking about it. I hope you do, too. Also, Hurt Locker WAS NOT better. I know at least one person who thinks that it was, but he was just talkin’ crazy. I mean, he couldn’t have really meant it. Actually, I think he did, but I’m not going to hold it against him. And if you agree with that crazy logic, well I won’t hold it against it you either. But just know that I’m going to have my own awards show and Avatar is literally going to win EVERYTHING. Because that’s how it should be.

*Really, I will be there the second you need me. Cause we’re tight like that.

*Nelson is still doing well. I really did buy a TMNT t-shirt. Nelson’s never been more proud of me. Also, no update on J. Murray's car, Barack Obama, but Nelson and I sent him a fruit-basket, for just-in-cases.

Well, that catches you up on things. Hope all is well. Let’s make plans to meet back here on March 17th for that awesome post that is currently ready and waitin'. I've said it before, and I'll say it all night: you’re going to love it. Feel free to wear green between now and then. I know I will.

Seriously, as an update on things in my life that are really-really important, at least in the traditional sense, I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up, but man, that day is quickly approaching. And know that I am somewhere having a panic attack. Also, as far as Kingsport, TN goes, what in the hell are they doing to those roads? I mean really. It's kind of a cry for help out there. "Grooved Pavement?" hell's bells, more like: "Good Luck Making It Out Alive."

Yours,
katie beth











...let's touch gloves again. you know, for old time's sake.

America: I blame you.

Elvis is dead and I don’t feel so good myself.

[by the way, besides being a great thing to say, that’s also a book. you should really read it.]

Also, as of the time that this was posted, the blog hit counter had officially reached 230. That’s exciting and therefore, I think it’s reason to celebrate. So, go fix yourself another drink and let's have a toast to the blog.

If it’s your first time here at the blog, first of all: where the hell have you been? second of all, I’m glad you decided to click and spend some time. It’s good to know that you’ve finally jumped on the band wagon.

Anyhow, I’ve got to tell you a little secret something. It’s been almost a month since I purchased “Common Sense” by Glenn Beck (does it have two n’s? I‘m too scared to get it out and look). I know. It was a strange moment of weakness the other day at Target, where you can find me almost any Friday, which is also known as “Fun Day”. I don’t work there, I just love the place.

At any rate, I bought the book and I feel strange knowing it’s in my nightstand. It’s just hangin’ out in there with my copy of The Times when Obama won and my copy of Rolling Stone when Adam Lambert was on it. yes, I watch American Idol and you should, too.

It’s probably the only time that you’re going to find Glenn Beck, Barry Obama, and that shining star Adam Lambert all in the same place. If it should happen anywhere else, run. you’re in the middle of an apocalypse.

I don’t know why I bought the thing, but America: I blame you.

I don’t know what’s going on out there in the universe, but there’s strange talk of people solely voting for parties abroad. As I’m getting older, and, of course, wiser, I have decided that I no longer really want to associate with either “party.”

Socially speaking, I will now and forever more be Liberal. That’s something that I don’t see ever changing. But I am kind of tired of being a Democrat. Not because I don’t agree with all that the party stands for, but because that’s the ruination of this whole place.

Anymore, people just vote for a “D” or an “R.” Isn’t that just awful?

I mean, I don’t think we really vote for people anymore. That’s not at all what I think those good people in the powdered wigs set out to establish.

So, here’s what: let’s get back to what they wanted. Let’s stop voting for someone because they’re associated with a jack-ass or a big obnoxious elephant. Instead, let’s be a little proactive (yes, that is a word, and not just a line of facial products) and look that shit up.

Look up stuff about the people running. That way, you’ll know the truth. And therefore, you’ll see through the superfluous hype.

Well, good friends, that’s all I’ve got for now. wait. there's more: I saw where some people are joining a group on Facebook titled “I hate it when I wake up in the morning and Barack Obama is President.”

That’s not okay, people. I know you’re probably just doing it for kicks-n-giggles, but it’s a tad harsh.

To the people who have joined: I hope you’ll reconsider. He really is good people. Also, I hope you’ll stop being silly and just be a little jazzed that you’re waking up at all in the morning. And you know what? I’m about to get all patriotic on your ass:

Be thankful that you are in this country. I mean, we live in a place where you can join a group that’s solely dedicated to not liking your fearless leader. You can’t do that in too many other places.

And don’t start spouting out at me that he’s taking away your freedoms. If you don’t like it, I don’t think I’d mind it too much if you left. And he ain’t doin’ that anyhow.

Sorry, guys. that was bitter. I didn’t mean it. Actually, a part of me did, but at least it wasn’t all of me.

Anyhow, I think the real issue here is that we’re finally being told what the hell’s going on up there in that shiny white castle. I’d also like to know where these Barry O haters were for the unfortunate eight years that what’s-his-face was in charge. If they’re all so concerned about “the way our country is heading” then why didn’t they see what an idiot they had elected when Dubya was ruling this place?

I mean really. I’d like to have more respect for Republicans, but it’s hard when I remember that a lot of ‘em voted for that capital D dumb ass not just once, but twice.

It’s right up there with T-Swift: I just don’t get it.

That may or may not contradict what the point was of this whole thing. I hope it doesn’t, but just in case here’s the point:

In conclusion, when it comes time to vote again, I hope you’ll do your American duty and get on the internet for something more than looking at pictures of people that you don’t really know, cultivating crops for an imaginary farm, watching videos of people cry about B. Spears, or Google-ing lyrics to that song that you want to post as your status. Instead, I hope you’ll look some stuff up about the people who you’re voting for because, although they may forget it, they’re working for us.

After you’ve done that, you can come right back to the blog and enjoy some Tazo tea and some delightful posts.

Also, maybe I’ll crack open that book I got and then I’ll let you know about it. I’m starting to find that I’m actually looking forward to it. That’s right - the blog is reaching across the aisle, and you heard it here first.

Yours,
katie beth