I was just informed it has been a year since I updated my blog. 

This was not news to me. The exact amount of time that passed was, but the fact that there was a piece of material here on the internet festering and aging and gathering dust was always in my mind. “I have to get around to updating that blog,” I would say, before deciding to get on Pintrist to look at blogs I liked much better than my own. I guess I figured that no one really noticed. 

A lot has happened in a year. Vine was invented and instagram lets you put videos on there now. That’s pretty much it. 

I am going to start updating this now. Right after I get done pinning these wreaths on my “craft’s I’ll never do” board. 

ps. Its been a while since you’ve seen me. I look like this now. 




I have moved to


Sometimes we all just need to take a break from life, ya know? We need to indulge in some “me time”. When I do this it usually involves one of 3 elements: old movies, ice cream and laying around with my dog. This combination makes for a comforting weekend, but recently I discovered a fourth element.

The blanket fort.

comes highly recommended

Push two chairs together, drape a blanket over then, add pillows, a comforter and a very sleepy 25 year old.

my weekend home

I must have stayed in this thing for hours. I watched a few of my favorites, some not listed under the “Movie’s I love” tab above. I treated myself to some “12 Angry Men” and some episodes of “I Love Lucy”. I ate dinner in this thing. It slowly became my cocoon. Eventually I had to rejoin society, but I did get in plenty of bonding time with my lab, Colonel.

Need some time alone? Two words: Blanket. Fort.


I performed with Rob Little and Andy Woodhull at The Funnybone. 

I drive a lot of Kentucky back roads for my job. Sometimes I am stuck in my car for 4 or 5 hours without a break which, as you could imagine, makes me go bonkers. That’s why I am always exited when I see a park or nature attraction I can pull over to marvel at while I wait for the feeling to come back into my legs.

This week I stopped up and took a hike in Natural Bridge State Park. The landmark map said it would only be a mile away from where I parked my car, but it failed to mention it was 100% uphill so it took me nearly 30 minutes in my office flats to reach the top of this monster.

This rock formation naturally forms a bridge, thus the highly literal name.

under the bridge

Once you reach the bottom of the bridge, you have the option to either pass out from exhaustion or try to climb to the top. I decided to climb the top. On my way up I saw a family coming down off of the top of the bridge, a bridge having no walls or railings or fall protection on any side, with their infant baby in the mother’s arms. Parents of the year!

To get to the top you have to squeeze through a tiny, narrow passageway. If I hadn’t have lost 8 lbs trying to climb the mountain I may not have fit.

good luck fatties

It was totally worth it to see the view from the top. I do not know when the bridge was formed or even how (I stopped reading the educational signs once they mentioned what to do if  you see a bear) but it was nothing short of wonderful.

"That cloud looks like a moose"

I took a ton of photos of the beautiful view, but I like this one the best. These two were cuddling up and spending the day looking at the scene. I was super jealous and wish I had someone there to share it with, but its totally ok because I get to share it now with all of you!

Another great Kentucky attraction I got to see a few months ago was Cumberland Falls. I never knew there was a waterfall in Kentucky, let alone one that creates a Moonbow (a rainbow visible at night). In fact, it is the only Moonbow attraction in this hemisphere. So take that, every other state!

There it is. Now, time to go drive again.

I cheated on you, WordPress. It was only for a while and I promise it didn’t mean anything to me. I went over to Square Space to blog, and while I liked their format, they were a bit too needy for me ($15 or more a month).

You are what I love, WordPress. I will continue to shower you with love in the form of posts, unless something younger and fresher comes along… in which I promise to only look and not to touch, unless you are into that sort of thing.

took some time off to become a farmer

More posts to come, sorry for the break!  Thank you to my loyal fans for sticking with me! By loyal fans, I mean my dad and that guy from Russia.

My dad has this thing for Jared Leto. I couldn’t explain it, and neither could he. I made fun of him for a while, until he gave me a copy of the new 30 seconds to mars CD. Then I understood.

While I loved the CD, I wasn’t quiet turned on to the cult experience… yet. My dad had been to concerts with his girlfriends. Friends that are girls. He’s not a playa he just crushes a lot. Being 55 I often wondered how he fit in. Did he stick out in the sea of teenagers? He came back with black t-shirts with skulls on them. He’d send me videos and posts to my facebook about them. I was beginning to worry.

My sister, so graciously, got my dad and I a pair of tickets for their January show in Louisville, Kentucky. I love going to concerts, especially ones emphasising crowd interaction. I had been to Girl Talk a few weeks before this and I danced my ass off. I was really excited.

We pulled up to the venue. It was a warehouse in a flea market. Jared loves playing small stages my father insisted, he sells them out. I could totally see that, by the incredibly long line forming around the building. It was 7PM and the doors were opening. It was 30 degrees outside.

It took is 55 minutes to get into the door.

Once inside I was faced with many choices: wait in line for the bathroom or pee on myself? Watch the warm up band on the other stage or stake out a spot to stand for the concert? Go get a drink or pee on myself? It was a long drive and I had a lot of soda. The crowd was  a mix of young and old, boys and girls, loose jeans and skinny jeans.  Lots of black t-shirts.

After finally finding a bathroom and a decent spot to stand, the warm up band came on at 8:30, rocked it, and were off the stage by 9. I was so ready to see 30STM. It had been a long day of driving, then standing, and all I wanted to do was move around and sing the songs. 9:10. 9:25. 9:37. 952. Seriously, where were they? Just when I was about to give up, buckle in my knees and sit on the trashy ground… 10:02, on they came.

oh hey, are you pointing at me?

The crowd moved inward. We were all smashed against each other. My attention focused on my poor father, who must have been crushed by the moving crowd. Not only was he fine, he was jumping up and down like a maniac. And then, so was I. It was only 3 songs into the set when I knew I had to be closer. I turned around, the tallest man the room was standing behind me. He was like the Yao of hipsters. I whispered in his ear, and within seconds he had lifted me up and I was tossed on top of the crowd. I floated away toward the stage. I was the first crowd surfer of the concert.

I had never done that before. I have no idea what came over me. It just felt awesome. I was tossed to the front of the stage and was lifted over the railing by security. They set me down. I was now in the in-between. To my left, the stage. To my right, the crowd. In front of me, a row of security and hot girl groupies. While security tossed a lot of the surfers back, they let me stay. The groupies cuddled up with me and sang every song at the top of my lungs. Most of them didn’t know the words.

between a rock and a hard place

For the final number, Jared Leto picked a bunch of fans to join him on stage. There I was in my white leather jacket, on stage with Jared Leto. I waved to my dad somewhere in the crowd. We are going to remember this moment for the rest of our lives! yelled the 26-year-old dude next to me. I wasn’t sure who he was talking to, but I was totally agreeing with him in my head. I stood between the bass player and the drummer, and in my mind, maybe in life too, Jared Leto totally made eye contact with me a few times. And he definitely waved to me as he left the stage (thats true).

come here, Kelly

Best. Night. Ever.

p.s. has anyone seen my dad?