Own it

Doled out some tough love today.

It's not something I enjoy doing. And I don't do it often, because the effort is often rewarded with resentment, no matter that the tough love is delivered with care.

But when you allow someone you don't completely trust access to financial and other meaningful parts of your life based on a "verbal agreement", you are responsible for what happens.

So own your mistake. Acknowledge your part in it. Correct it (if possible). And make changes so that it doesn't happen again.

And who am I to say "own it"? Because I own my part in past mistakes - divorce, breakups, staying in a job I hate so long it makes me miserable, family rifts, etc. I am far from perfect. And I don't want to be. But I do my best to learn from my missteps so I don't repeat the past.

Now, hold up your right hand and make a fist. Hold up a finger for each person (outside of your family) that you are constantly looking out for. And when I say constantly, I mean every day. Every action and thought is done so with keeping them in mind.

I'd bet the change in my pocket that if you were to use that hand to play rock/paper/scissors right now, you'd be far from paper.

Juggling kittens, dodging lava and flossing with barbed wire

Life is a bit crazy right now, good thing I'm finished with class.

I welcome the crazy, tho. I'm not a glutton for corporal punishment. I just get super-efficient and do my best work when under the gun and stretching for breath.

All that said, if I hold my breath, which I often do, I end up a quivering, gelatinous mess by the end of the day. Case in point - today.

I am going to head home shortly for an evening of self-imposed R&R.

Challenges

This neck/arm pain is getting old. The chiro doesn't seem to be helping. The constant pain is wearing me thin, and getting me a little depressed. I haven't seen my personal trainer in three weeks, which bums me out. And having numb fingers isn't fun - makes biking a challenge.

I was reminded today I have tix to see Ted Leo tonight. Not sure I'm up for it. I saw Colin Hay on Wednesday but left early due to this stupid nerve pain.

So as to remind myself what concerts are coming up, I've updated my iCal and am listing here:

6/7 She Wants Revenge @ Firebird

6/8 Neon Indian/Asobi Seksu @ Firebird

6/15 Detroit Cobras/Girl In A Coma @ Firebird

6/23 Matt & Kim w/The Thermals @ Pageant

6/24 Swinging Utters @ Firebird

7/9 Matisyahu @ Pageant

7/15 Get Up Kids @ Firebird

7/24 Riverboat Gamblers @ Firebird

8/5 Pains of Being Pure At Heart @ OB

Light in the darkness

The last 10 days have been, well, challenging.

However, I discovered that one of my favorite bands, who I first saw on a 3-bill in Las Vegas, is coming to grace our fair city with their rawness.

Swinging Utters @ Firebird 6/24

It's been about 5 years since I last saw them.

It's about time.

Let the superfecta begin.

Superfecta starts tonight - 4 shows in 4 days.

1. Ezra Furman & Harpoons @ Firebird

2. Cosmic Cow @ Llewellyns

3. Bass Drum of Death with Bagheera@ Firebird

4. 30 Seconds to Mars @ Pageant.

It's official.

I love my life.

Suckin' it up...

It's been "a week".

Can't really go into it, but have tried my best to block out the din and rise above the muck this week.

What's getting me through is the awesomeness I have planned this weekend.

Friday, hanging with J - movie, then Herbies, then off for some pinball and happy shenanigans.

Saturday b-fest at my new hangout, Van Goghz, followed by lunchy & records with K, then getting my punk on with my stylist, and ending the night with a movie, dinner and some New Wave covers at Llewellyns in Webster Groves with C.

Sunday day is hanging with the fam, then off to see my FAVORITE Stl band, Bagheera, with K.

What am I doing right now? I'm working for the weekend.... :-)

Can I share your eyeliner, Jordan Catalano?

Man. I dorked.

My musical tastes are pretty infinite. Jay-Z, Tuck & Patti, Buddy Guy, Meat Beat Manifesto, Dead Can Dance, This Mortal Coil, Robyn Hitchcock to name a few. And I really like 30 Seconds To Mars. Don't love them, but like them, and am in the mood for some really good emo rock right about now and a reminder of my young adulthood.

See, Jared Leto will always be Jordan Catalano to me. You know, the deeply emotional but scarred and scared crush to Angela on "My So Called Life".

I admire a man-band that can pull off the eyeliner and nail polish and not come across as whiny wannabe rocker-posers. And they pull it off. Zexy.

But I waited too long and didn't get tickets to the rock show next Monday.

And I am bumming in a big way.

Thinking I might have to hang out in front of the Pageant to see if I can score some affordable tix.

Sigh.