Mink, the band who played along with Satellite Party at Beans last week, has posted a great video of their visit to Milwaukee. You should check it out: http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=70453969&blogID=300352047. I'm not in it but you can tell a bit about their sound, and also how much they liked the Pabst as a venue (no surprise!). I watched the video last week and realized that the babbling, incoherent drunk woman they chatted to briefly was actually a woman my brother dated years ago. I noticed her during the show standing by the stage and acting weird, but made no connection to her until I heard her talk on the video. My brother died in 1994, but she's still out and about causing trouble. She's obviously taken a turn for the worse over the years. When I knew her she was able to hold a conversation. It makes me wonder where my brother would be if he were here today. He was absolutely out of control when he died.
The band is calling the show a "flash mob" which just tickles me to no end. I'd heard about them when they first started happening in New York, but have never been a part of one. Here's a good explanation from wiki: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flash_mob So, yeah, I'm still talking about this thing that happened last week. I can't help it. Perry Farrell, man! What can I say?
I picked up 2 cds this weekend. These are both things that I owned on cassette years ago, but never replaced until Saturday. I got Burnin' by Bob Marley and Peter Gabriel 3 (the melty faced one, it's the one that Games Without Frontiers is on). I'm so happy I got them. I didn't realize how much I missed listening to them.
I got to the gym this weekend, and did numerous other things, so much so that I'm taking tomorrow off to get my act together at home.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Thursday, August 16, 2007
We're back!
Well, I had a GREAT time going to see Perry Farrell.
I went to get my car at about 12:30, then picked up Tracey and Josh. We got down there and there was a bit of a crowd gathering and it was hard to park, but as luck would have it someone was just pulling out as we got there. So essentially we parked, got out of the car and were in front of the stage!
So the band starts setting up and the next thing you know, there's Perry Farrell! He's so adorable. I've always thought he was the cutest, sexiest thing. I don't know, he just has something about him. And I love his sound and his music. He played something by Satellite Party (his new venture), "Tahitian Moon" (Porno for Pyros) and even went back and did some Jane's Addiction ("Been Caught Stealing") which I thought was exceptionally nice of him. All in all it was an absolute blast. And to think, this morning I didn't even know it was going to be happening!
I called a couple people and my friend Sandy and her husband Adam came, and it turns out that Adam was friends with Tracey in high school. It's like everything was aligned today!!!
As soo as I get this whole "picture phone" figured out I'm going to post some of these shots of the show. They're great!!!!
I went to get my car at about 12:30, then picked up Tracey and Josh. We got down there and there was a bit of a crowd gathering and it was hard to park, but as luck would have it someone was just pulling out as we got there. So essentially we parked, got out of the car and were in front of the stage!
So the band starts setting up and the next thing you know, there's Perry Farrell! He's so adorable. I've always thought he was the cutest, sexiest thing. I don't know, he just has something about him. And I love his sound and his music. He played something by Satellite Party (his new venture), "Tahitian Moon" (Porno for Pyros) and even went back and did some Jane's Addiction ("Been Caught Stealing") which I thought was exceptionally nice of him. All in all it was an absolute blast. And to think, this morning I didn't even know it was going to be happening!
I called a couple people and my friend Sandy and her husband Adam came, and it turns out that Adam was friends with Tracey in high school. It's like everything was aligned today!!!
As soo as I get this whole "picture phone" figured out I'm going to post some of these shots of the show. They're great!!!!
Perry Farrell!
I'm quite excited right now. I just found out that Perry Farrell is going to be playing in the parking lot of Beans and Barley at 1:00 this afternoon. Free. This is so incredibly awesome. See, Satellite Party, his new venture, is performing at the Pabst tonight. So he's sort of doing a preview show today at Beans. First off, Beans is my favorite restaurant in town. Secondly, I love Perry Farrell. And it's free. I'm just jumping around here! Tracey, a coworker and I, are going to go there for our lunch. We have to change our schedule a little bit, but it'll be fine. This is going to be SO awesome!!!! Perry Farrell, in the Beans parking lot!!!!! I'll post how it goes when I get back!!!
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
My First Workout
First of all, just so you know, I tend to write posts on my lunch hour. I should do it at home I realize, but I never go anywhere for lunch and usually sit at my desk doing crosswords or sudoku. I might as well be blogging.
The first workout went really well. I got there late, which turns out to be a great time to go. There just weren't that many people there. I did about 30 minutes on a treadmill and then went to the weights. I'm actually not all that sore today. So, anyway, it's boring to talk about it. To sum it up, I enjoyed myself and will be going back tonight (late again).
I also did end up grocery shopping yesterday and restocked my fridge with normal food. So, here I go for the millionth time, trying to eat right. The thing is, I have to try. I don't care how many times I have to do it, or if I die trying. It's if I don't try that I'll be in trouble. If I don't try then I've given up hope, and I can't let that happen.
I watched a show on Discovery (I think? Some cable channel) called "I Eat 30,000 Calories a Day." With a name like that how am I NOT going to watch? It was very sad. The thing is, there was a woman on there who was just like me. I am classified morbidly obese (just ask my doctor, he'd tell you so if it weren't gigantically unethical), and I saw this woman and thought to myself that she looked remarkably like me. 3 of the folks on the show were housebound, this woman was not. And of course neither am I. I'm not saying I'm just like her. But I'm wondering how close I am to that kind of life? The other people they had on there, the housebound ones, were 600 and 700 or so pounds, and I'm not near there. I wondered what, if anything, will keep me from getting like that. My family and friends are not enablers, like the families of some of the people on television (the day that someone from my family or a friend would fry me up a couple of chickens and serve them to me in bed is the day hell will freeze over). I'd like to think that I won't end up like that. But I bet they didn't think they'd end up like that either.
I don't know the solution. I just know that I have to try, no matter what. If I learned anything from Overeaters Anonymous, it's to look at this one day at a time. Just get through today.
I just couldn't get into OA as a whole. There was the whole bit of the sponsor, and calling people every day to check in. That's just not my style. I was supposed to call people, strangers, and discuss my progress. Contrary to my demeanor, I'm a pretty private person, and as a rule I like to be left alone. Also, I don't like the phone. I need support (which is why I'm going to join weight watchers, when I'm ready), I just can't do it the 12 step way. At least not now. Maybe some day.
The other thing is that people would be at the OA meetings because they were addicts, not necessarily because they were overeaters. Bless them, they need the help and they should go to as many meetings of as many 12 step groups as they want to. But that doesn't work for me.
So, I'm going back to the gym tonight and will do the same thing I did yesterday. I can't say I'm looking forward to it, but I'm not dreading it.
So, is this like a journal here? I think I prefer this to my other ways of journalling, you know, handwriting stuff. And at least my mom won't read this one (she's just not too savvy, so if I don't tell her about it, she'll never know it's out here). Oh, that's a true story by the way, reading my diary. I got a couple of diaries when I was a kid, as gifts over the years. You know the ones with the little key. She read them all. I'd hide them, she'd find them and read them. And not only would she read them, she'd make me go back and change things in them (my mother the revisionist historian). And one time I actually got completely bawled out by her for writing about drinking in my diary. That was the last time I ever kept a journal while living under my parents' roof. I took it and tore it up right in her face and threw it in the garbage. I was an angry woman at the time (all of 15, probably). Mom and I had some very rough times back then.
Anyway, I digress. Actually, I don't really have much interesting to say so until something strikes me I'll act like a priest and get the hell out of here.
The first workout went really well. I got there late, which turns out to be a great time to go. There just weren't that many people there. I did about 30 minutes on a treadmill and then went to the weights. I'm actually not all that sore today. So, anyway, it's boring to talk about it. To sum it up, I enjoyed myself and will be going back tonight (late again).
I also did end up grocery shopping yesterday and restocked my fridge with normal food. So, here I go for the millionth time, trying to eat right. The thing is, I have to try. I don't care how many times I have to do it, or if I die trying. It's if I don't try that I'll be in trouble. If I don't try then I've given up hope, and I can't let that happen.
I watched a show on Discovery (I think? Some cable channel) called "I Eat 30,000 Calories a Day." With a name like that how am I NOT going to watch? It was very sad. The thing is, there was a woman on there who was just like me. I am classified morbidly obese (just ask my doctor, he'd tell you so if it weren't gigantically unethical), and I saw this woman and thought to myself that she looked remarkably like me. 3 of the folks on the show were housebound, this woman was not. And of course neither am I. I'm not saying I'm just like her. But I'm wondering how close I am to that kind of life? The other people they had on there, the housebound ones, were 600 and 700 or so pounds, and I'm not near there. I wondered what, if anything, will keep me from getting like that. My family and friends are not enablers, like the families of some of the people on television (the day that someone from my family or a friend would fry me up a couple of chickens and serve them to me in bed is the day hell will freeze over). I'd like to think that I won't end up like that. But I bet they didn't think they'd end up like that either.
I don't know the solution. I just know that I have to try, no matter what. If I learned anything from Overeaters Anonymous, it's to look at this one day at a time. Just get through today.
I just couldn't get into OA as a whole. There was the whole bit of the sponsor, and calling people every day to check in. That's just not my style. I was supposed to call people, strangers, and discuss my progress. Contrary to my demeanor, I'm a pretty private person, and as a rule I like to be left alone. Also, I don't like the phone. I need support (which is why I'm going to join weight watchers, when I'm ready), I just can't do it the 12 step way. At least not now. Maybe some day.
The other thing is that people would be at the OA meetings because they were addicts, not necessarily because they were overeaters. Bless them, they need the help and they should go to as many meetings of as many 12 step groups as they want to. But that doesn't work for me.
So, I'm going back to the gym tonight and will do the same thing I did yesterday. I can't say I'm looking forward to it, but I'm not dreading it.
So, is this like a journal here? I think I prefer this to my other ways of journalling, you know, handwriting stuff. And at least my mom won't read this one (she's just not too savvy, so if I don't tell her about it, she'll never know it's out here). Oh, that's a true story by the way, reading my diary. I got a couple of diaries when I was a kid, as gifts over the years. You know the ones with the little key. She read them all. I'd hide them, she'd find them and read them. And not only would she read them, she'd make me go back and change things in them (my mother the revisionist historian). And one time I actually got completely bawled out by her for writing about drinking in my diary. That was the last time I ever kept a journal while living under my parents' roof. I took it and tore it up right in her face and threw it in the garbage. I was an angry woman at the time (all of 15, probably). Mom and I had some very rough times back then.
Anyway, I digress. Actually, I don't really have much interesting to say so until something strikes me I'll act like a priest and get the hell out of here.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
taking the plunge
So, I have a board meeting tonight at the adoption center, and I've made a pact with Therese (my oldest and dearest friend, I've known her since I was 14) to go to the WAC. So tonight will count as my first official work out. I doubt I'll have time to go swimming, which is a bummer. But I've been trained on everything and it's just a matter of going.
I have decided that my workouts need to be at night. When I joined the Y a couple years back I was going at 5:30 am. And the thing is, for about 3 or 4 months it went great. But I burned out. I know I can't keep up that pace. This way I can go home, relax, and Therese (who's a night owl herself) and I can meet at the WAC. I just know, after my last experience, that the early morning is not the right time. And I'm sure that having a workout buddy will help.
I also decided that on my way home from the WAC I am going to get groceries. I've been eating all wrong for the last several weeks and it has to stop. What's the point of working out if I'm eating crap? This morning, for instance, I ate donuts for breakfast. I love donuts. But they're crap and I know they're crap.
See, I KNOW how to eat right. I've done my research, I've read copious books and articles, I've gone to see doctors, therapists, hypnotists and dieticians, I've joined numerous weight loss groups. I've been struggling for as long as I can remember. I get it! I just don't DO it. My 2 friends here at work have lost a ton of weight on Weight Watchers. Claudia, my friend and Green Acres volunteer, has lost (or in 12 step speak, released) a lot and they all look so good. I know that of them all, Weight Watchers is the one that works. I'm not ready for it yet.
I made a list of all the programs I've tried. It's actually comical. Probably to outsiders it's sad, but I find it amusing. The part that's not amusing is that I wish I had all the money I've invested over the years back.
Here's everything I've attempted to do from the time I was probably 10 or 11:
Counting calories (grade school, high school)
Diet Workshop (college)
Diet Workshop (directly out of college…twice)
Nutrisystem
Weight Watchers
WW online
Ediets
South Beach
Picture Perfect weight loss
Overeaters Anonymous/WOW
Susan Powter
Dr. Phil
Spaghetti every night (this was my own plan)
YMCA
Hypnosis
This doesn't list how many times I've stopped and started. It's just the variations on the theme of weight loss that has dictated a huge part of my life.
I'll post how my workout goes...
I have decided that my workouts need to be at night. When I joined the Y a couple years back I was going at 5:30 am. And the thing is, for about 3 or 4 months it went great. But I burned out. I know I can't keep up that pace. This way I can go home, relax, and Therese (who's a night owl herself) and I can meet at the WAC. I just know, after my last experience, that the early morning is not the right time. And I'm sure that having a workout buddy will help.
I also decided that on my way home from the WAC I am going to get groceries. I've been eating all wrong for the last several weeks and it has to stop. What's the point of working out if I'm eating crap? This morning, for instance, I ate donuts for breakfast. I love donuts. But they're crap and I know they're crap.
See, I KNOW how to eat right. I've done my research, I've read copious books and articles, I've gone to see doctors, therapists, hypnotists and dieticians, I've joined numerous weight loss groups. I've been struggling for as long as I can remember. I get it! I just don't DO it. My 2 friends here at work have lost a ton of weight on Weight Watchers. Claudia, my friend and Green Acres volunteer, has lost (or in 12 step speak, released) a lot and they all look so good. I know that of them all, Weight Watchers is the one that works. I'm not ready for it yet.
I made a list of all the programs I've tried. It's actually comical. Probably to outsiders it's sad, but I find it amusing. The part that's not amusing is that I wish I had all the money I've invested over the years back.
Here's everything I've attempted to do from the time I was probably 10 or 11:
Counting calories (grade school, high school)
Diet Workshop (college)
Diet Workshop (directly out of college…twice)
Nutrisystem
Weight Watchers
WW online
Ediets
South Beach
Picture Perfect weight loss
Overeaters Anonymous/WOW
Susan Powter
Dr. Phil
Spaghetti every night (this was my own plan)
YMCA
Hypnosis
This doesn't list how many times I've stopped and started. It's just the variations on the theme of weight loss that has dictated a huge part of my life.
I'll post how my workout goes...
Monday, August 13, 2007
Hola Amigos,
I'd explain my salutation, but anyone who reads the Onion will know the reference, and if you don't read the onion I highly doubt you'd be looking at my blog because essentially everyone I know reads the onion.
It was a busy, grueling weekend and I'm not being the least fascetious. I'm actually more relaxed being here at work than I was for even 5 minutes at any time this weekend. It was nonstop. But I'm not complaining, no sir. It's too nice a day to complain about anything frankly. It's gorgeous outside and I'm alive and well. That's enough to make for a great day in my book.
Frankly I don't even want to write about my weekend because it makes me tired, so I won't say anything else about it.
So, the news around here is that Air Tran has withdrawn its bid to buy Midwest. I'm glad. It's not the ideal ending (it's going to be bought partially by Northworst, or at least that's how I interpreted the news) but it's an ending, and I think no matter what keeping Air Tran at bay is a good thing. I was reading some comments on the MJS website and one guy likened Air Tran to a seedy used car salesman barging into the head office of general motors and trying to throw his weight around. That just seemed funny.
I spent my day yesterday at the Washington Bark event at Washington Park. It was a lot of fun except since I was an exhibitor I didn't have Stella with me.
You know, I love my dog. It's almost kind of scary. I mean, I know in my heart of hearts (barring an illness or accident) that I'm going to outlive her. I don't think of that often, but it crosses my mind and it scares me terribly. She's just such a good dog, she's perfect. And she was abandoned. Why? I'd give just about anything to have 5 minutes with her where she could talk and tell me everything about her.
In the end, though, whoever lost her or dumped her did me a favor because I ended up with the best dog I could ever have. How I wish she could be with me for good!
I'm timing the start of this blog with the start of my fitness plan with Wisconsin Athletic Club (http://www.thewac.com/). Not purposefully, it just happened that way. But maybe it'll be one of those things where like a year from now I'll be the incredible shrinking woman. I wish they had a doggie day care attached to the club, because i feel badly leaving Stella. I'm gone all day, and then I leave her at night too, and that gets me. She's a real trooper and seems to be OK with it, but it bugs me nonetheless.
OK, too many words. I'm off like a prom dress.
I'd explain my salutation, but anyone who reads the Onion will know the reference, and if you don't read the onion I highly doubt you'd be looking at my blog because essentially everyone I know reads the onion.
It was a busy, grueling weekend and I'm not being the least fascetious. I'm actually more relaxed being here at work than I was for even 5 minutes at any time this weekend. It was nonstop. But I'm not complaining, no sir. It's too nice a day to complain about anything frankly. It's gorgeous outside and I'm alive and well. That's enough to make for a great day in my book.
Frankly I don't even want to write about my weekend because it makes me tired, so I won't say anything else about it.
So, the news around here is that Air Tran has withdrawn its bid to buy Midwest. I'm glad. It's not the ideal ending (it's going to be bought partially by Northworst, or at least that's how I interpreted the news) but it's an ending, and I think no matter what keeping Air Tran at bay is a good thing. I was reading some comments on the MJS website and one guy likened Air Tran to a seedy used car salesman barging into the head office of general motors and trying to throw his weight around. That just seemed funny.
I spent my day yesterday at the Washington Bark event at Washington Park. It was a lot of fun except since I was an exhibitor I didn't have Stella with me.
You know, I love my dog. It's almost kind of scary. I mean, I know in my heart of hearts (barring an illness or accident) that I'm going to outlive her. I don't think of that often, but it crosses my mind and it scares me terribly. She's just such a good dog, she's perfect. And she was abandoned. Why? I'd give just about anything to have 5 minutes with her where she could talk and tell me everything about her.
In the end, though, whoever lost her or dumped her did me a favor because I ended up with the best dog I could ever have. How I wish she could be with me for good!
I'm timing the start of this blog with the start of my fitness plan with Wisconsin Athletic Club (http://www.thewac.com/). Not purposefully, it just happened that way. But maybe it'll be one of those things where like a year from now I'll be the incredible shrinking woman. I wish they had a doggie day care attached to the club, because i feel badly leaving Stella. I'm gone all day, and then I leave her at night too, and that gets me. She's a real trooper and seems to be OK with it, but it bugs me nonetheless.
OK, too many words. I'm off like a prom dress.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
I'm back
So I messed around a little and customized this page. It's a work in progess no doubt.
By the way, Margin Walker is an homage to a song by what is probably my favorite band ever, Fugazi. They are currently on hiatus, but in the course of their time together they have made some of the greatest music I know. I know a lot about the band but I won't go into too much detail here. Half the fun of exploring music is finding what you like all on your own. So go out there and find some of their stuff and give them a listen, and buy something from them. http://www.dischord.com/ This band is made up of good, talented people who care about the world they live in and who have the interests of their fans in mind. Go here to read a bit about them http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&sql=11:wifqxqe5ldke. These guys are awesome.
Essentially, love me, love Fugazi. :) Anyone who's stuck with me for a while will either hear them or will hear me reference them. Don't you have bands like that? Ones that you've listened to for so long that they're like old friends? I don't mean the individual people, but I mean the band, the songs, the fans.
As you can probably tell, music means a heck of a lot to me. I've don't play an instrument (except I took several years of flute, and I don't even like the flute), but I have sung in choruses and choirs (I'm not great but I can carry a tune). But really for me it's all about listening, trying new things.
My taste is bizarre, admittedly. It's easiest to say what I don't like (and even then there are often exceptions). I do not like pop music. I don't know what's on the top 40 this week, I don't know who these bands or people are. I've never heard a Britney Spears song. I know the name Josh Groban but I don't know who he is or what he does. I can't remember the last time I saw a music video. I don't like country music. I absolutely despise this "new jazz" or "smooth jazz" business. I can't handle it even in the background (and I'm crushed that our classical station has adopted it as their format).
Here's what I like, what I like to do. One trick I have, at the end of the year I look through a compilation of "best of" reviews at this site: http://www.metacritic.com/music/bests/. Then I will go out on the internet and find the albums and give them a listen. Then I make a list of the ones I like and buy, buy, buy. I'm not saying if something is critically acclaimed I'll like it. But Metacritic gathers up some REALLY good sources and breaks them down for you. If it weren't for Metacritic I'd never have bought Late Registration by Kanye West. I had College Dropout and I liked it, but never thought about LR. Well, I bought it and have been blown away consistently by it. I'm still a regular listener (because the album is brilliant). I also became a New Pornographers fan because of Metacritic.
I have other tricks too. I check with friends, college students (I work at a university), and sometimes I'll just start poking around a music site and follow the "if you like this than you may like ::blank::." That's how I came to love Neutral Milk Hotel (brilliant...absolutely brilliant).
I'm no expert, and I'm always learning. But I seldom count anything out. I listen to Old Dirty Bastard, Miles Davis, Elliott Smith, Nick Drake, Public Enemy, Dave Brubeck, Bach, George Clinton, PJ Harvey, Hank Williams, Beastie Boys, Metallica...I'm just all over the place. I can't explain it. Rap, punk, classical, jazz, funk, head banging rock and roll...All are welcome at the musical banquet in my head.
By the way, Margin Walker is an homage to a song by what is probably my favorite band ever, Fugazi. They are currently on hiatus, but in the course of their time together they have made some of the greatest music I know. I know a lot about the band but I won't go into too much detail here. Half the fun of exploring music is finding what you like all on your own. So go out there and find some of their stuff and give them a listen, and buy something from them. http://www.dischord.com/ This band is made up of good, talented people who care about the world they live in and who have the interests of their fans in mind. Go here to read a bit about them http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?p=amg&sql=11:wifqxqe5ldke. These guys are awesome.
Essentially, love me, love Fugazi. :) Anyone who's stuck with me for a while will either hear them or will hear me reference them. Don't you have bands like that? Ones that you've listened to for so long that they're like old friends? I don't mean the individual people, but I mean the band, the songs, the fans.
As you can probably tell, music means a heck of a lot to me. I've don't play an instrument (except I took several years of flute, and I don't even like the flute), but I have sung in choruses and choirs (I'm not great but I can carry a tune). But really for me it's all about listening, trying new things.
My taste is bizarre, admittedly. It's easiest to say what I don't like (and even then there are often exceptions). I do not like pop music. I don't know what's on the top 40 this week, I don't know who these bands or people are. I've never heard a Britney Spears song. I know the name Josh Groban but I don't know who he is or what he does. I can't remember the last time I saw a music video. I don't like country music. I absolutely despise this "new jazz" or "smooth jazz" business. I can't handle it even in the background (and I'm crushed that our classical station has adopted it as their format).
Here's what I like, what I like to do. One trick I have, at the end of the year I look through a compilation of "best of" reviews at this site: http://www.metacritic.com/music/bests/. Then I will go out on the internet and find the albums and give them a listen. Then I make a list of the ones I like and buy, buy, buy. I'm not saying if something is critically acclaimed I'll like it. But Metacritic gathers up some REALLY good sources and breaks them down for you. If it weren't for Metacritic I'd never have bought Late Registration by Kanye West. I had College Dropout and I liked it, but never thought about LR. Well, I bought it and have been blown away consistently by it. I'm still a regular listener (because the album is brilliant). I also became a New Pornographers fan because of Metacritic.
I have other tricks too. I check with friends, college students (I work at a university), and sometimes I'll just start poking around a music site and follow the "if you like this than you may like ::blank::." That's how I came to love Neutral Milk Hotel (brilliant...absolutely brilliant).
I'm no expert, and I'm always learning. But I seldom count anything out. I listen to Old Dirty Bastard, Miles Davis, Elliott Smith, Nick Drake, Public Enemy, Dave Brubeck, Bach, George Clinton, PJ Harvey, Hank Williams, Beastie Boys, Metallica...I'm just all over the place. I can't explain it. Rap, punk, classical, jazz, funk, head banging rock and roll...All are welcome at the musical banquet in my head.
That was fast!
Hola Amigos,
The set up to get this thing rolling was really fast, so I'm sort of here already without much of an agenda. I'm really looking forward to blogging, though. I have a lot to say. I consider my inspiration to be 2 fellow volunteers from Green Acres Boxer Rescue of Wisconsin, Claudia and Jen, who both have awesome blogs that I can only aspire to emulate. I'm actually going to sign off and mess around in here, set up things the way I like them etc. I'll dazzle everyone with my brilliance some other time.
The set up to get this thing rolling was really fast, so I'm sort of here already without much of an agenda. I'm really looking forward to blogging, though. I have a lot to say. I consider my inspiration to be 2 fellow volunteers from Green Acres Boxer Rescue of Wisconsin, Claudia and Jen, who both have awesome blogs that I can only aspire to emulate. I'm actually going to sign off and mess around in here, set up things the way I like them etc. I'll dazzle everyone with my brilliance some other time.
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