It's a Wild and Crazy Book!

Many of you may know of my long adoration of Steve Martin. Recent string of cheesy movies aside- he still got it! Check out the interview on npr.

The Race is On. . .

As of 6 pm on 10/13/2007 I still had an ever so slight height edge over Jacob, my oldest nephew. Although he would insist that I share with you that my thick and lustrous locks are the only thing that stands between him from reigning over his aunt stacy once and for all. The next height challenge will take place next weekend at Jamieson's soccer tournament, so stay tuned.

What I Did this Summer

It was the summer of music. According to Ben, we saw three out of the four alt. country queens here in our own backyard: Emmylou Harris, Lucinda Williams and Gillian Welch. By the way, if you haven't heard William's latest cd you should definately check it out. As Jim Morrison once said the "'West" is the best." Seriously, it is an amazing cd and I'm so grateful that I got the opportunity to see her live.

And after the show Ben meets the legendary Charlie Louvin

My very own brush with greatness

I Don't Have a Tattoo But if I Did I Would Get One. . .

NOT at all like this one. Unfortunately seen in the flesh (eeeewww!) at my nephew's last soccer tournament. Let's just say some things are better left un-indelibly inked on the body.

My Obsession of the Day

On a recent trip to Chicago, Ben & I ate at a crepery. So delicious, so simple it inspired me to have the audacity to think- I can do this. Last night I mixed together eggs, milk, water, salt, butter and flour and voila almost every meal since then I have eaten some variation of the crepe. Wrap them up with savory or sweet things- this is the way life is meant to be.

So I've decided to start my very own blog

Desired historical influence to the production of this blog- Captain William Clark who's faithful chronicling of his expedition inspired countless books and documentaries of the famed journey west. Let's face it, he is the reason we know/care about the Lewis & Clark expedition. Ken Burns would have one less documentary under his belt if Capt. Clark decided that he would just "wait until he was back home to write about his trip."

Likely historical influence to the production of this blog- Captain Merriwhether Lewis who's bouts of melancholy led to apathy in writing which resulted in huge gaps in his entries. If it were Lewis' words alone that told the story, the word "expedition" would be introduced into school children's vocabulary lists much later than fourth grade.

When I was ten my grandma gave me a scrapbook. A place where I could have pasted over twenty years worth of postcards that I will never throw away and are stored in random places in my home. A place where I could have documented the concerts I have attended, but instead my ticket stubs' most exalted function was to use as makeshift bookmarks until they were lost forever.

I also have in my possession four beautiful blank books that have thirty written pages collectively among them. A blog is basically an electronic diary/scrapbook. So it is pure folly that I think that I can commit to posting entries on a fairly regular basis. But what the heck, I'll give it a shot. It will be different this time. I swear.