Click here for Upcoming Concerts. The The Push Stars aren't playing crappy Jefferson Hall Saloon this time when they're in the Cincinnati area.

I realize that I am disappointed when I go to other people's bloggers and they haven't been updated in a few days, but that I am a hypocrite by definition. I rarely update mine on a regular basis. Does anyone read it? I think I'll add comments again.

(and I did.)

So leave a comment. Who reads this on a regular basis? On what sort of regular basis? What? Ever five minutes? Are you stalking me? Not even my boyfriends reads it that much! (Or at all some of the time, might I note. Bad Jay. No cookie. Although YAY! to him for getting a 99% on his Econ test.)

It's snowing here, and I have a soccer game in an hour and fifteen minutes. I will go. I will not let some piddly snow keep me from good old fashioned exercise. Maybe we'll WIN tonight! You never know. Stranger things have happened.

I have some vegetable soup over in the corner in some faux tupperware that's been there since last week. I need to remember to take it home, yet I'm vaguely afraid of it.

Everyone run... don't walk... to their closest record store that has any sort of decent selection to get Great Big Sea's Sea of No Cares. Thank you.

I had my root canal Thursday. The root canal itself was not painful. The dentist did a very good job (he was a fourth year, getting ready to graduate.) The thing that hurt worst was the biteplates they use to take x rays with. They cut into my gums. However, the aftermath sucks. The three novicaine shots really took their toll on my jaw, and that's pretty sore. I'm almost out of Vicodin, too, for night time. :(

I (and others at MaxWeb) won an Addy tonight! Go us. It's the local competition for the ad market in Lexington, and the winners go onto the District competition. We won for The Climb. I spent a LOT of time programming that, to look just right. We also won citations of Excellence (kinda like honorable mention) for cormans.com, greenbriergcc.com, xroadschurch.org, monessenhearth.com, and venatorpartners.com. I programmed the interfaces for all of them. :) go me!

Anyhow. I'm tired and I think I'll go to bed soon. Goodnight.

Cool Music that doesn't necessary get heard by a lot of people, but that rocks anyhow (i.e. DaVinci's Notebook, Push Stars) Having your own cd burner Taking trips to places that aren't home. Knowing people in more than your geographical reason, too. Legal copies of Photoshop at your disposal. Syndicated sitcom reruns that you can watch without thinking Music you shamefully like, even though it kinda sucks. (i.e. The Gin Blossoms.) The vine that wraps around half of my office. I have a mutant plant. Anthropomorphizing animals. Windy grey days with the promise of a thunderstorm. I love wind.

Uncool Hacker-speak, even in jest (any use of "w00t" included) Britney Spears and her lack of true personality ("I'll be whatever you want me to be! What? You want me to hop around like a bunny? Ok!") Dental work (It hurts, and it's costly) Labeling yourself after any sort of music movement ("I'm Emo, I'm a metalhead, etc") The fact that IE 6.0 tends not to display List Items Power hunger. Get over it. Having power over someone else to boost your own ego is pitiful. Obviously airing private matters on public blogs. If it's subtle, and only the person aware of the problem can decipher it, that might be ok (but it's preferable you keep communication already had between two people between the two people). If you mention names and specific events, not cool. It's like passing notes in junior high with the hope that that person will intercept the note. Obsessing over people you've met online, and only online. Mutual friendships are great, but learn to recognize when it's not mutual. Not writing HTML by hand. I realize this is a lot of people, and I apologize. I'm old school that way.

Upcoming Events

March 11 - DaVinci's Notebook, Woodsong's Old Time Radio Hour, Lexington, KY - $3!!!

March 14-17 - Colleen and Jay in the DC Metro area

March 22 - Cracker, Headliner's, Louisville, KY - $12

April 5 - They Might Be Giants, Cincinnati, OH - $16.50

April 15 - Kevin Smith, University of Kentucky, Lexington, KY - $?

I've closed my Friend Test. You should receive the answers soon.

Jay was the only person to score 100 (go JAY!), but Craig and Sam both scored a respectable 93. Aimee got an 83, and Beth and Liz an 80. My own cousin got a 70. Geez, Em. heh.

However, I have a question. Who the heck were "minty" and "e"? Email me if you were them. Make sure you remove the caps from my email address before you send.

from the Bogart's website:

TMBG at Bogart's in Cincinnati:

April 5, 2002 - 8:30PM
They Might Be Giants
(with opening act OKGO)

On Sale February 23, 2002 - 10:00AM
$ 16.50 Advance Purchase
$ 18.00 Day Of Show

Concert Gates Open: 7:30PM Eastern Time

I fought the law, and I won.

OK, so maybe that's a bit dramatic.

I never mentioned it on my blog, but in early January I was pulled over by a University of Kentucky Police officer for speeding (on Virginia Avenue.) He said I was going 48 mph in a 35 mph zone, but he "knocked it down" to 45 mph. Well, that was all utter bullshit. There's no way I was going that fast. I was going under 40 mph. I had started from a stop light, and was going 1/2 mile, and I knew I had to stop on each end. I am careful to adhere to (or at least stay close to) speed limits in town. The fine for the no points violation was $94.50. If I'd been speeding, I'd have paid the ticket without any complaints. But I wasn't, so I didn't.

Yesterday was the "court date". That term is very misleading. I was picturing a TV style courtroom (picture Ally McBeal or LA Law.) The time was 5 pm. I got there at about 4:40 pm, and after getting through the metal detector, they told me to go upstairs. I go upstairs, and am told to go down a hall. There's a room with what I assume was a prosecutor, and an aging (but very nice) policeman. I showed them my citation, explained what happened (how I thought they cop tagged the wrong car, or had a broken radar), and they said, "You look honest. We'll let you off with a warning. Go home and have dinner." All told, I was out of there in five minutes. It was so easy I feel guilty (which is stupid. I'm not guilty, I wasn't speeding.) I couldn't lie if I wanted to, though. I'm absolutely horrible at it.

On another note: My mother has instilled an unshakable work ethic in me. When I was younger, we had the rule that if you didn't go to school, you couldn't leave the house the rest of the day (unless it was to go to the doctor, I suppose.) Well, when I was sick on Tuesday, I really wanted to go home, but I knew I needed to go shopping for Jay's Valentine's present. I knew that I wasn't allowed to leave the house if I went home sick, so I couldn't go shopping. My conscious never fails to amaze me. Even now, as an adult, I'm still bound to rules made for me as a child. I still look warily at people that take a sick day, but go out galavanting later. Stupid hard-coded morals.

I got flowers for Valentine's Day from Jay.

They are beautiful. So is he.

See them here.

Whoo hoo!
Sinus infection. I rule.

No, I don't. I hurt. It's sad. Sad sick Colleen. But thanks to Dr. Dubocq, I have a nice antibiotic (three dollars! yes! and they even had it at the office, so I didn't have to go get it filled anywhere.) Hopefully, this will kick in by tomorrow and I will cease to be the walking dead.

(I actually wrote this yesterday, and forgot to post it. I might write more later, but I'll post this for now.)

I guess I'm out of other stuff to do, so now I will blog.


This weekend I went home to help my friends Craig, Andrew, and Kevin move. I have moving karma to work off, because Craig helped me move two times before. However, might I note, I had everything packed before it was moving time. Craig just helped move the big stuff. My hands went numb before too long (they do that when I have to do anything above my head for any length of time), and I was useless by nightfall.


We lost Andrew's mouse in the move. It was in one of those little rolly ball things on the front porch, and the gate was closed. Andrew opened the gate to carry things down, and Doc (the mouse) rolled over to the edge and down the steps. When he hit the bottom, his little rolly ball split in half, and he made a run for freedom. Bye bye, little mouse.


This week is going to be busy. This evening Jay's cats go to the vet (for shots and checkups). Tomorrow I have a dentist appointment in the morning, and then I'm going to the movies with Aimee in the evening. Wednesday I have to go to court to dispute my *#&@!^$% speeding ticket (I hope the officer doesn't show). Thursday is Valentine's Day (still no clue what Jay and I are doing for that), and Friday is.. well, Friday. I'm always doing something. One week from Valentine's I have my dreaded root canal. Oh, well. I won't let it bother me too much, it'll be an end to the pain. (how overly dramatic does that sound?)


I met Grandpa Romeo this weekend, otherwise known as my grandmother's boyfriend (his real name is Jack.) He's a nice guy, very grandfatherly. They're funny together. My grandma gets her nails done, and gussies up for him. How cute.


For those in the area, I will be in the DC area (with Jay) on March 14th, 15th, and 16th (leaving the 17th.) I will be staying at the Gaithersburg Hilton (I love Priceline.) So Nicole, Tara.. this means you. We need to do something touristy. Maybe we could go to Annapolis, too, or something. Beth and Nathan will be joining us for a day or so. I'm looking into renting a car... I need to protect my poor little thing. I have to keep it until I pay it off, so no more long road trips for it, if I can avoid it. I hope Priceline will come for me on that one, too. *hope hope hope*


I feel like I'm coming down with something. I have a sorish throat, and I sneezed my head off last week. I will not get sick! I will fight it, with every ounce of my being.


No one ever signed my guestbook, and that makes me sad. However, I did just go to try to check it, but it seems that the whole site is down for now. Maybe it will be back up later. What can you expect, it's free? Eh, sign it, anyhow, I'm sure the site will be back up later.

I've redone my webpage (mostly graphical, with some content updates, more to come, and this blogger. It's February, it's time for a change. Tell me what you think (just use my guestbook!)

Ok, now I've gone and done it:
Take my Friend test.

And it's not about the TV show. :)

Sitcom: Officer, There's a Fly in my Soup

Conceived by Davey Bennett and Colleen McClanahan

Premise:

One day, a young but lonely street cop (played by Davey) stops by a diner for a cup of coffee (and obligatory donut) in Orange County, CA (otherwise known as Los Angeles.) While he's there, he observes the frazzled owner (a gruff but loveable older balding man) trying to serve the customers, until the man sits down and puts his head in his hands. Davey (in uniform) sits down and starts talking to the man, only to find out the restaurant owner's only waitress (played by Colleen) has called off that day, and the man is without any help. He also admits to a bunch of young kids frequenting the restaurant and causing general chaos. Davey, being the good Samaritan he is, throws on an apron and picks up a notepad, and starts taking orders. It's at that moment he realizes this is what's been missing from his life: serving refreshing food and beverages to others. One of the troublemakers comes in and starts his shtick, but Davey stops him with some firm but caring words of wisdom. The owner then hires the wisecracking kid as a busser. After that, Davey comes by every day after his beat for a few hours, helps out the sassy waitress, and hijinks ensue. Set in LA, there are opportunities for cameoes galore.

Note to network execs: Drop me a line if you want to pick this up for the Fall 2002 season. It's a sure hit!