Dear Josh Ritter, José González, and Alexi Murdoch,

Congratulations! The three of you are officially the songwriters with whom I am in Love. Sorry that you'll all have to share me. Really, guys, your music blows my mind, and right now, I am all a-swoon!

What's happened?

Here's what's happened. I spent the last half hour writing a delightfully funny and well composed blog entry, telling you all about my recent music purchases, domestic adventures and fleeting craziness. Then the internet ate it. I mean, Internet, if you're hungry, eat something that I didn't just spend half an hour writing. Eat something that no one cares about (oh, maybe you did!) And Blogger, you say that you automatically save drafts. So why didn't you? And if you did, where is it? I couldn't find it anywhere. And could I have that half hour of my life back? I could have been doing something else, like, I don't know, staring at the computer some more. Anyway, I'm not so sure I can rewrite that whole thing, but I'll try, just for the three people who read this thing.
Suffice to say that I really wanted to be depressed and spend the day in bed today. Wait, I was (am?) depressed, but I fortunately can recognize it and can force myself out of bed and finally out of the house. So the ipod, the cell phone (and so vicariously Mom) and I walked to ear x-tacy for the new Patty Griffin (who we're going to see next month!), José González (who we're seeing in December!), and Alexi Murdoch. I've also been listening to two awesome podcasts: Ritmo Latino and De Root Art. Ritmo Latino is hosted by a man from Colorado living in Poland, and is broadcast by National Public Radio in Micronesia. De Root Art is done by a Mexican living in England. His description of it says something like, "Music you like but haven't heard yet." This stuff is great. I love it; it's like listening to mix tapes made by people with much better music collections than I have.

Let's see. Domestic adventures... I decided last weekend that it would be a good idea to can spaghetti sauce, seeing as we had about 6 pounds of Roma tomatoes from the back yard to use up. I learned that from now on I'll freeze sauce instead of canning it. I was successful. I have 3 pints of canned spaghetti sauce, but it was more trouble than it was worth. I have a big kitchen, but still needed more space. I did take a few pictures, motivated by my favorite blogstress Alicia P (she takes beautiful pictures of the most ordinary things!) See how pretty it was?





I haven't actually eaten any of it yet, so we'll see later how it actually turned out. Hopefully no one gets botulism! (I shouldn't tempt it, should I?)

Lastly, the MRI referenced in the last post has been postponed until next Thursday, as long as the worker's comp doctor, who I have never seen, deems it medically necessary. All this could have been done for last week, but my paperwork was lost. Thanks Risk Management!

That's actually everything I wrote earlier. Awesome. Thanks for hanging in there.

¡Hasta entonces!

Bad Bad Blogger

I'm a bad blogger. I hear a motherly voice in the back of my head that says, "Now Kelley, if you want people to read your blog, then you have to actually post something on a semi regular basis." Yes, I know, and it's not for lack of things to blog. Recently I could have blogged about our recent trip to the Frazier International History Museum (aka Frazier Historical Arms Museum). I could have blogged about our trip on the Belle of Louisville. I can sit at work and think up blog posts all day long, but then to actually transfer those thoughts from my brain to my fingers, the keyboard, and your computer screen, not so much. But I do have news. I officially applied for graduation in December, and while I knew I had enough credits to graduate, the Dean has approved my application!
Also, I found out that the doctor who thought I had carpel tunnel now thinks that I don't have carpel tunnel but something else, probably something in my neck, so he has ordered an MRI. I was hoping to get through life without one, but regardless, I should get one in two weeks. I've heard nothing but horror stories from people who have had them, but I'm not as claustrophobic as they are. At any rate, I'm still on light duty for the time being. I'm also job hunting, so if anyone knows of an employer who's looking for a smart, graduate-to-be with a BA who LOVES Louisville, speaking Spanish, and generally getting things done, let me know.
And the big news (drum roll please!):
Dan found his wedding ring! After a year, and the purchase of a new Mexican silver ring, it was found in an envelope of change. Yes, it was hiding with a bunch of quarters. Amazing stuff.