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2006-04-09 - 10:20 a.m. Snippets ~ 2004
January 2004
I came home tonight to find my kitchen ensconced in darkness, which seemed very unusual since my daughter was home and well, we all know about kids and electricity. When I asked her shy she was sitting at the table in the dark she informed me that the bulb had burned out. "Well, there are a whole bunch of spare lightbulbs in the pantry," I said. "I know." she replied.
Question: How many Broads does it take to change a lightbulb?
Answer: Apparently just one.
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Best quote of the day and probably of the week: "Did anyone besides me notice that once Clay straightens up as he's rising through the stage in Chicago that he gives a little tug to pull his wedgy from between his shapely little butt cheeks? I want that job. He shouldn't have to be bothered with such triviality." Bwah Sherry!
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I guess I'm kind of jealous of all the Motown, Disco, Solitaire, Open Arms and even Atlanta Clays. I'm a Vincident... and in it's defense... even though there may not have been evidence of any major EF's, Waldo sightings or hip gyrations... you can bet there STILL must have been some serious movement going on those drawers that night...
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From Ghandhi to Clay... First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight your, then you win. Loved that Karen Nye!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Anyway, I have to say that I am a sopping mess (the crying variety) not to be able to join the Bobblehead Broads this weekend. It's just incredible to me that women who have never met can feel such an incredible bond towards each other. I think I realized it after I returned from Cleveland and had to go into work the next day. I feel like I spend so much of my life having to explain my thoughts and feelings to people and yet here, sometimes just one word is enough to evoke a million images and emotions... and we all know EXACTLY what the other is trying to share. I don't know when I've every felt this before, except maybe when I was much younger and had a "best friend" who could finish my sentences for me. I'm just so thankful to hae this chance to feel so young and silly and complete again. In other words... have a wonderfully marvelous time this weekend you Bobblehead broads. Enjoy Clay!... and enjoy each other and the chinese restaraunt! And just one favor... could somebody order me up the Sum Yung Geek with Wun Hung Lo on the side? Just overnight it and hopefully it'll still be hott when I get it. Otherwise, I can just heat it up. And also, if somebody wouldn't mind sharing a 5 minute cellcert of the Yung Ting Hu Sing with me, I would be Wun Goo Wee Chick. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Danielle... I think I may have wet myself upon reading your microphone theory! And then I thought... in Clay's case... if your theory was true, wouldn't that make microphone an oxymoron??? And then it reminded me as to why I was so confused that the Mr. Microphone I bought my daughter for Christmas came with the warning labels "This toy poses a choking hazard" and "For external use only." I mean, do they think kids are stupid or something? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Trying to shovel out so this will be short. Life in 2003 may have been a whirlwind, but it was definitely no a blur. Each month holds special memories and distinct images for me... unlike what I would have been able to say about the past many years. I saw him in the flowers I planted last spring and in every blade of grass I cut last summer. In the falling leaves and in the falling snow. It's as if he's made life's chores a little less about etting past them and a little more about appreciating the miracles. Is it a wonder we all seem to say over and over again,"I can't believe it's only been a year?" I wonder if he knows how much giving just one year of his life has changed that one year for so many. I have been so emotional reading all your anniversary tributes this evening. The fact that I did NOT witness his Atlanta debut is not an easy thing to admit. I ws in Algebra class that night... as I was EVERY Tuesday night during AI2. So I'm not even worthy to wipe his big boots. But I do have a story... and just because it came late doesn't mean it didn't come hard. Does anyone know of anyone in Grand Rapids who might be willing to help a gurrl out with some shoveling tonight? I can furnish the shovel. Nah, I didn't think so. from jannet - who is about to grasp something long and hard in her leather clad hands...
February 2004
I wanted to say in regard to imagining Clay singing every song your hear. I do that alot, but also enjoy quite a few other singers and their own interpretations of their songs. However, tonight I was listening to Elton John's "Baby's Got Blue Eyes" as I was driving home and imaging him singing it. Talk about deep tones. Anyway, just the thought of it... well, let's just say that I barely made it home through the winding residential section, what with my 2 o'clock hand being conspicuously absent from the steering wheel... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Just as an ending note to my extremely long response to Master-gate... I'll just share a little idiom that my mother used to share with me quite a lot, and that is that... "Busy hands are Happy hands." I don't think that's quite what she had in mind but, hey, it works for me! And now... it's really late so I'm going to get off. As if ya'll just didn't know that already.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I can't believe I didn't post yesterday, especially with the clipple showing up like it did and all... And I just gotta say, that I, along with the rest of you was STUNNED.. bewildered.. stupefied. And I've been asking myself all day, why? I mean, I grew up on the beaches of California. A man's nipples have simply never been an issue for me. Exposing them is completely legal.. even socially acceptable. In fact, I've never heard of anyone getting arrested for showing them. Face it, a man baring his chest is pretty much a widespread practice. Why then... have I felt for the past 24 hours... as though I have just seen the finger of God??? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Why didn't anyone talk me into this before? I've probably downloaded ten things today in less than an hour. I really didn't know what I was missing. Acoustic MOAM? Ya mean, it's really a video???.. not just a bunch of fragmented "stills" set to music? Now I know what all the fuss was about! Unnggghhh. Heh. Just wanted you all to know that my Cable Guy came today right on schedule. In no time flat the cable was installed and my modem was revving! And then he was gone... but not before reminding me to give him a call when things warmed up in the spring so that he could come back and finish burying the cable. I do so love multiple rams! (tm K'eh)
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ There will be no sleep tonight. MGM.. I often think, as well, that I will be going to h*ll because of him. But ya now, I really think that TPTB need to put their heads together and come up with a much lighter sentence for all of us... under the circumstances... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Jill: As to your question, Shop-Vac has something they call the "Mighty-Mini" which can suck up 6 gallons... so that oughta be just about right. Features include: Locking Hose, Extension Wand, Adjustable Bloser, Tool Holder, Turbo Nozzle, Crevice Tool, Front Glide and Wall Mount. And now I'm gonna go watch a couple more hours of a thirty second clip. Got my vac in one hand, and what's left of the night in the other... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ It's hard to explain why I'm feeling so wispy today... Truly, I don't have any sense of right or wrong about Clay.. he just IS. My mind has become so muddled as far as he's concerned. I can't say that about anything else in my life. It brings me back to last summer when I would walk around my house for DAYS saying "What is going on here? This is craziness!" But I couldn't stop what I was feeling... as inappropriate as I felt it was. And I have long since gotten over feeling guilty about it because I'm at least feeling. I'm thankful the video wasn't released to the public It's amazing to me that he had the insight and fortitude to take a stance on what to most would have seemed like such incredible exposure. And the fact that he didn't want the world to see something that he felt uncomfortable with yet would have undoubtedly plummeted him to the top of the list as the "World's Sexiest Man" just screams volumes in my book. But for me, I will just take it as a gift and forever be grateful for it.
March 2004
Holy Welcome Home! O! The poor man! How will he ever live this down? Thank you NY and DC Broads for letting me be a part of such an incredible experience these past few days. It's beyond comprehension how I could feel so close to women I would have never, ever have crossed paths with if it hadn't been for this amazing man. I only hope he has an inkling of a clue about the "difference" he has already made. And though I do so love the "idea" of Waldo... I mostly love the man behind the man... for who he is, and what he represents. Still, for the very first time, I think I have to admit... we've found him. And now I'm gonna go work on my BEVR... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Dangit if this hymn doesn't keep going round and round in my head..
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming on this Board..
Seriously, I claim no responsiblity for that preceding lapse in good judgement or taste. It's all Clay Aiken's fault. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ After a little pondering... like night and say for the past ten months now... I think I can honestly say that I am truly in love with this man... and I can count on one hand, with fingers to spare, the times I've actually been able to say that in my life... and that is just plain weird. And since it's not likely that I will ever feel this way again... will somebody please tell me what I'm suppose to do with these spare fingers?...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I'm actually beginning to love "The Way." I'm beginning to "get it" more and more. I believe the concept lies in the unexplainable rather than in the obvious which is what we all may have been hoping for. But each time I watch it I see the genius in it more and more. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Some time last May I downloaded a bunch of songs that I found on the Internet by an Idol runner-up named Clay. I was surprised that there were so many songs available, but still in my mind thought that I was the only person on the face of the earth who had these precious gems in my possession. I put on my headphones and went to bed with them that night. I think the next morning may have been the first day of the rest of my life... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Why am I revisting "Vincent" today out of the blue?... which in the popular opinion was such a horrible night for him. Am I crazy?... because I still think of it as one of his most beautiful performances ever. Hearing him sing the words "This world was never made for one as beautiful as you." Well, it just breaks me into pieces every time. And all I wanna say is "thank you God for making an exception."
April 2004
The Raleigh Boys Choir made me giggle, swoon and cry all at the same time. Too cute... yet it caused a visceral reaction in me as I pondered the mysterious process of a boy becoming a man. Kinri... he does encompass doesn't he? I don't understand it at all!.. and sometimes it hurts so much and I wonder what is wrong with me to allow myself to be so overwhelmed by a person who I will never know in the way that I need to know him. But that's why I'm here, and why we're all here. And there have been so many unexpected blessings in the midst of all this confusion.... Elizabeth in Oregon: You GO gurrl! We LOVE that you've been scuba diving. That's what the murky purple waters are there for. Let us know when you've dried off, OK?... Ha! AS IF. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Karen Eh and Lynda! Bwah! That's it! I need to invest in a Port-O-Potty. Can you imagine the deja-vu I experienced when I got to the part about "Whoopsie Daisy" after ALREADY having said it to myself a couple of times? And speaking of Port-O-Potty's... Jill, Ke'h, Lynda and, hey, whoever's needing a place to stay in August... you are all more than welcome to come and erect your tents! Can I tempt you even further with a wiener roast? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Michelle! What an incredible experience! Thanks so much for sharing it. How Cool! And I think I can understand completely how things must feel very different when you're standing right next to him. I would think it would be difficult for me to think of him quite as lecherously ever again, even though I'd hope there might be at least a little bit of "The Punisher" lurking in him. Because wouldn't I just love to have him point and wave that finger at me someday!... so I could tell him where to put it. jannet ~ leaving it wide open... on a chance.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I cannot stand these pictures anymore! Please Stop!... you know who you are! No, Don't Stop! Yes!... No!!!..Yes!!.... No! OM Gawd.. even the rhythm of my indecisiveness excites me these days! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ MaryAnn~ I guess I took a slight offense to your words "Stuck in Grand Rapids"... but at the same time my heart skipped a beat. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Lila~ "The BEVR" took on a new dimension tonight. Thank you for being so honest, but especially for being so brave. To say that you are a phenomenal writer would be so very true, but os so the tip of the iceburg. What you wrote came from a very deep place within. I truly felt every ounce of your love for him and your sense of him. I can't even express the feeling that came over me as I was reading it. They say that the heart of any great story is the epiphany. It's what brings value to all the confusion that comes before. I think you may have provided that for many of us tonight. If I can remember correctly, from my writing class years ago, I believe what's supposed to follow next is the resolution... but I guess we'll each need to find that one for ourselves. And yesss, there's the climax too. Hold on everyone. And in the meantime... so to the last line of the preceding paragraph. (Once again cloaking her somberness in silliness...) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Jill and K'eh ~ As for erecting the tents... Who says we can't go back and forth?... in and out?... Doesn't matter to me, just as long as ya'll come. ! And speaking of dreams. Shieldmaiden.. I am SO right with you about wanting to dream of him in the blue shirt and the grey pants!.. except just minus the blue shirt and the grey pants.
May 2004
Clatynka! Woo Hoo! Brava Broad Priceless! Sounds to me like Clayton done tipped the scales at the ole White House. I mean really! Ya got ONE person looking for an election, and many OTHER people looking for an ere... um... nevermind. Nelle, don't you just love it when he mixes up his clothes like that? But I'd like it even better if his clothes were mixed up... with mine... on the floor. Do you know that it just occurred to me that Clio on August 21st will be one year to the day of my impregnation. I will never, EVER forget my first time with him in the Loo. Of course, it was still just St. Louis to me back then. But seeing him rise like that... through the mist. I can still remember that split second of thinking... "Oh my heart! He's really REAL."... even though "Celestial" was probably the word that more precisely defined it at the time. I was just remembering it, that's all. God that was incredible, wasn't it? I wanted to tell you Lila, that your mention of "Baby" got me teary eyed... because he will always be "that word" to me in my mind and in my heart... even though we're not allowed to call him that anymore. And YES!... we pumped him to #3! I was so worried because I was only able to get 5 votes in today. But hopefully it helped that I was pumping him all day in my mind... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I am loving and hating (all at the same time) this ticket "foreplay." But these are still good times, aren't they? What a grand summer this is going to be... I can FEEL it! He is so good at spoiling us! I mean he just barely finished the last one and now he's ready to do it again. But this time he's gonna do it ALONE! Oh Clay, honey, do you have any idea how long we've imagined you doing it alone? ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ An after being swept away with early Clay this morning I think that Julie's MP hit me with even more of a punch. His growth from there to here has been so amazing!... and yet his "pureness" and, I suppose "cluelessness" about how much power he already had over us back then is almost mindboggling. And how very awesome to have been there with him every single step of the way since then. I mean, can anyone seriously say that they've EVER done anything like this before?... in their whole life??? Cha Cha... Did you notice on that page that to register for notification of your own google searches... all you have to do is give them your name, email address, website and the package you're interested in?...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I am sorry for breaking trad so horribly tonight... but I will make it up to you by not posting for a week. I promise! I'm gonna do like Jill... without reading first. My heart is so full!!! I am so proud of him!!! This is one of those nights that makes a year's worth of dirty house SO worth it! Wasn't this suppose to be the final four's show? I can only imagine how TPTB have been chewin' on their fingernails to get these ratings up... and they came up with the perfect solution. He was the undeniable STAR tonight! "Fantasy." Was. Unbelievable!!! PERFECT!!!... and he sang the word (omg)... "Ectstasy." And ended with a lipbite!! I can't even put into the words the feelings I had watching him on "that show" tonight. Cathartic maybe. And the fact that he wore his glasses!.. well.. gawd!... that just shows 'em doesn't it? Anyway, I'm dead. Carry on. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ In the olden days addicts were sent to asylums and confined to straightjackets... CLACK FREE! DAY FOUR!!! Starting to bite toenails... Confession. I snuck in at work for just a second today and got a much-needed whiff of Clay and his many "manly" possibilities... which caused me to stick to my chair. So who needs a straightjacket anyway?... Christmas release will be exactly two days short of the anniversary of last year's MOAM release. Why do I know these things? Because this 10/13 birthday gurrl was really hoping that the next release would coincide with her bigh Five "O"... Anyway, this Broad is now going back from whence she came... hoping this isn't just another premature evacuation...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Oh my gosh, I don't know WHAT to say! First of all I LOVE THAT PICTURE and I HATE THAT PICTURE!! Just when I thought I couldn't possibly feel any more "unnnngggg" he goes and does that! Is this kind of like the original belly revelation last year? bringing us yet another indication of his realness? I think that's what it is... that he can allow himself to be bad and yet remain so good at the same time. He is the perfect man in that way. Our perfect fantasy. And if it IS a fake... which I suppose it could be... it doesn't matter much. The fact that his face is exuding so much playfulness at the concept of it is enough for me. But I have to admit that my first reaction was, Kelly... can you GIFF us a little thumb action?... Probably not. Now I think I'm going to go back again and read Nelle and Kat's beautiful tributes to the man we thought we loved last year. Because as deeply as we felt for him THEN... could our hearts and minds ever have imagined? So many mammories. Yeah, like I'm the first one who thought of that... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I've been meaning to say for a few days... my feelings about the picture. I think I'm a fairly "moral" person, so maybe I've just become jaded and don't know it. But that picture only made me love him more. I am happy that he has chosen not to comment. He shouldn't have to. But it DID bring me back to a feeling that I had so strongly last year. And that was... KNOWING there would undoubtedly come a time when Clay would do something which just might shatter some's perception of him. I wasn't sure what it would be but I knew that he would do something... eventually. I remember wondering how all those who claimed to love him so unconditionally might react. I'm sure we all had that same curiousity, along with considering the overwhelming responsibility he must feel to constantly "appear" infallible. Yet he has said many times, almost pleadingly, "I'm not perfect." To imagine anyone claiming to love him and yet bringing him down on this, well, I believe that all this time they must have only been in love with the "idea" of the man... not the man himself. Me?... I just love the bewbie clutch! He's holding 'em safe and securely... and I will sleep well knowing that the "girls" in his world will always be in good hands. And confession time... I called in "sick" today and I'm NOT. Only because I wasn't sure if I could get away with calling in "a long, wet lawn." But the sun's shining and things are starting to dry out. So I'm off on a hunt for my lechery.
June 2004
Can I suggest having a "Speak like a Greek" day... as that would make about as much sense to me as all this PhotoShop talk. All I know is that my bewbies have been a little perkier ever since that fateful day... and they are telling me that the photo is real. And trust me.... my bewbies have had a lot of experience with both real AND fake (though I prefer the word "enhanced.") And anyway, I'm goin' with what Kat says. Afterall, she does have the benefit of Odin's technical expertise. And anyone who can have a ps... with nothing after it and then have something magically appear five minutes later has gotta be a Broad with one smart pussy. Now I'm gonna go sift through my notes in an effort to post a bit later... and also try to decide whether I want to share my "molting" experience with you all... or just move ahead and tell you about the 25 year old single young man who just moved in next door. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Ok, the molting. On second thought, I think I'm gonna spare you the grizzly details. Let's just say that in one short day I've shed the skin that's been holding me together for the past 20 years... namely two kids. It's all good though. It's just that this new, fresh layer is feeling rather sensitive right now. But on the bright side... the nekkid happy dances can now be all the more spontaneous. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ The talk of anniversaries tonight has gotten me all wispy. I've still got a couple of months to go... though that's hard to believe. However!... it was just about a year ago this weekend that I clearly remember downloading my first, newly discovered Clack onto an audio CD and then being powerless to remove my headphones.. for days. I can't even remember how many times I muttered "what is going on here???" to myself that weekend as I wandered aimlessly through my house feeling suddenly unmotivated towards all things unimportant. But when my anniversary does come, I don't know that I'll have the courage to share my first post. Rereading it all kinds of reminds me of losing my virginity. But we'll see.. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ A little bird just alerted me that Clay has added the Allegan County Fair to his summer schedule. This means four Michigan concert's within thirty-one days, and he keeps coming closer! I mean I am THRILLED that he has chosen to lavish so much love upon this lovely little state of ours... again and again and again and again... but I AM also beginning to be a little concerned about his endurance level. (and a little disappointed that this means he PROBABLY won't be coming to Grand Rapids.) Seriously though, Clay, honey... as much as I can never get enuf of your, your West Coast Broads are biting at the bit. So if you're going to keep it up, please Go West young man! (that would be to your right as you're looking south.) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I think I'm in denial. This is the first weekend I've been ALONE in... 20 years. I keep listening for garage doors to open and for front doors to slam and then I realize that's not gonna happen any time soon. I have been so envious of those who are able to "Clack" anytime you want... without interruption. I'm realizing now that my "interruptions" have kept my life in balance. It's too quiet around here! I've been literally hypnotized, not to mentiond GLUED to my computer screen/chair this morning even though I've got so much else I should be doing. I think I'm beginning to understand the challenge of it all. Perhaps I'll go look up the word "Discipline" and tape the word above my computer. But then again... that might only distract me futher... **note to self** Sign onto Yahoo and within minutes you'll be praying for a little "quietude." Here's a **wink** for Jill. Oh yea, I forgot... she sleeps during the daylight hours... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Ok, I have to vent a few concerns... brought on, not only by the unbearable heat in Michigan today... but also by Cella's "It's so frikin' HOT in Columbus" remark... I then I'm looking at his tour schedule... And that tour schedule just went round and round in my head this evening while I was outside mowing my lawn. And it was just a quickie too, which is about all I can handle on an evening like this. And then I started thinking about Clay, particularly when I felt that trickle of sweat run right down the center of my back. And this isn't even strenuous. I mean, I don't even have to push it really. Once the drive is engaged all I have to do is guide it a little and move my legs a bit... I guess I'm just wondering if he knows what he's getting himself into. I know he's used to the summer heat being from N.C. and all... but in the south one moves from air conditioning to air conditioning. Am I wrong? I spent the HOTTEST day of my life last August traveling from an unbelievably warm Grand Rapids to a hotter than H*LL St. Louis. Can any of your Broads who were there even imagine him holding up in the heat that was going on outside that night? And yet his scheduled to do it all over the frickin' HOT Midwest... during the hottest part of summer.. night after night. But there ARE some potential perks to all this I suppose. Imagine in yur minds eye... wisps of hair plastered to his forehead as beads of sweat trickle down like silver pearls off that exquisite nose. The probablility that' we'll see a couple of drenched pits and some pectoral or perhaps even Waldo definage is a definite possibility. And the BEST part is the thought of him giggling, "Whoa... is it HOTT tonight!... or is it just me?"... Erin... I laughed so hard at "I just skimmed over the post and realized it makes me sound like a crazed slut. Isn't it so nice to have a place where you can just be yourself?" Yes... you DID sound like a crazed slut. And frankly... I was shocked.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Happy Anniversaries all around. And I especially loved reading your first post as a newbie Kat... but I was a little surprised becos I kind of thought you were born here. And on that same page Ashke reporting the number of times he and MIC switched hands during TITN. But now that we understand the heat factor that was going on... Remember that was back during their courtship days. it used to annoy me but now I find watching it to be so endearing. Almost as endearing as the neck isolations and the wonky eye. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Nelle: Happy Anniversary honey! I don't even know what we would do without you here. I am so grateful for all you do. And aren't we all so lucky that everything "aligned" the way it did and how it all worked out that you could be so much a part of our lives. I can't even tell you how COOL it was to hug you that first time in St. Louis. And I remember touching your face in Houlihan's after the concert. I'm not even sure why I did that... I just couldn't help myself. I think maybe it's because you love him more than just about anybody I know... thought I know it's not a contest. I just feel very safe here... knowing that his best interests are ALWAYS forefront in your mind. Anyway, love you Nelle. **sniff** And Pam! About your Clay Games suggestions... I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THEM! How about this one.. at some point why don't we suggest to him that it might be a good idea for him to stretch out on the chaise longe in preparation for the marathon Game Night ahead. And while he's "resting" we can challenge each other to a rousing game of ring toss... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Nelle...I was just swollen with pride after reading that BAF/Project Gonzo ad. I know we whine at times when clack seems to run low... but then I see things like THAT and realize all that he has to produce on a daily basis. So I agree, we can't be selfish gurrls... we need to let go and give him a few days to breath. And WE could probably use a couple of days off as well, to clean things up a bit and to let all that swelling go down. Which reminds me... now that he's out of earshot... does anyone have any suggestions for a gentle way of reminding him that we REALLY need him to stop leaving his dirty clothes on the bathroom floor? I mean, how much energy does it take to just bend over and pick something up? I really think we need to train him to do that just the second he steps out of the shower... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I just have to thank Karen Nyere for that picture. I think my heart stopped for a second there. Again, I can't call what I'm feeling is lecherous exactly... but neither can I completely dismiss the things that I felt. For the most part they were just soft and tender... from jannet - saying ah dew ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I was rewatching Kimmel tonight for the humpdiliumpchiousth time... but Jill started distracting me with that infamous Yahoo Messenger thing of hers... so I finally turned off the VCR in order to more fully concentrate on my little sprite. But the TV was still on... And all of a sudden... Kimmel was on again. And he was STILL talking about Clay!... and about all the residual flowers! (though he didn't mention anything about the residual clean up effort that must have occured in the stands today.) When to late night talk show hosts talk about the guest than had been on the night BEFORE? Weird. But SO COOL.
July 2004
I just want to thank CA for being the catalyst that has caused me (after 10 years) to want to look at a man sideways. He has so ignited in me a want and a need to love somebody completely. Not sure who that somebody will be at this point, but as in everything... "getting started is always the toughest part." Of course I'd love it to be HIM... but that would be ridiculous wouldn't it? And how crazy of me to even imagine it? After all... what is the possibility? We are on TOTALLY different schedules and it would just never EVER work. From jannet - finally getting a handle on her delusion... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Tryin to catch up on all this wonderful news after just getting home from work an hour ago. My heart is nearly beating out of my chest! There is NOTHING like virgin reports from a Clay concert! The question of the moment seems to be... "How will we ever survive this tour?" And the answer is... "Depends"... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I was thinking today... (I do that sometimes)... about my initial thoughts of Clay way back when... before all the bits and pieces started pouring in and coming together. I remember week after week Ruben talking about thanking God for this and that... I mean in the few laborious words that he was EVER able to sputter out it seemed that it was always his "pat" response to everything. And today I flashed back to myself thinking things like... I wonder if Clay ever TIRES of all this talk of God and, hmm, I wonder if he's even religious at all? Is Ruben gonna win votes because of this?... and is that what he's trying to do? But Clay stood on his own strength and kept the power that he evidently felt was behind him private. And then... as time went on.. we learned which one of them just "talked the talk" and which one of them "walked the walk." Mary Ann... You get my LMAO award for the day with "I plan to buy the red thong. I think it will look spiffy dangling over the Celtic cross hanging on my bedroom wall." Oh my!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ How many times can you scan the thesaurus in search of synonyms for yearning, desire, need, want, craving, hunger, lust... and have none of them even come close to expressing your emotion? How many ways can you try to express "beautiful" before banging your head against the wall in frustration? How many teeth can you chip against the monitor before you realize that you will never actually taste his skin or feel the texture of his mouth on yours? The urge to paint him is irresistible but I just keep circling the room without gathering materials, knowing that none of them will be sufficient.. ~ Jynnan Tonnix JT... to echo what others have said, your post was really... well, just incredible. Because even though I tell myself daily... "Your'e just being silly"... it doesn't matter, because whatever this thing is... just IS. OH Cindy...Summer of Love II... you got that right. And looking forward with much anticipation to the Summer of Love XXV! Karen Eh and I were talking just the other day about how incredible this man is for keeping us young. To not have something as wonderful as him, and all of you, and all that this "thing" encompasses in my life would be a sad thing indeed. I feel so sorry for all the people of the world who wake up every morning without good stuff like this to get them going. Hmm, I just had a thought... Do you think he's trying so desperately to keep us young so that one day he'll eventually be able to catch up with us? Yes, I think that must be it. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I spent most of the day cleaning my drawers... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I came across a paper today that I had written for a Communications class a couple of years ago... before Clay. It was titled "The Cyber Habits of Virtually Addicted People." Anyway, I had completely forgotten about it. I had been inspired to write it initially because of the two to three hours a day my daughter was spending on line... and I was beginning to question it. Reading it now was insightful to say the least. How can I be so... ADDICTED to him? I know... that's a bad word... sorry. But the smallest RI tasks have become a chore. Not that I don't handle them. My house is clean... my bills are paid... but when I'm not HERE I feel oddly uncomfortable and a bit out of my skin. I love him in a way that is difficult to wrap my mind around. Help?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Oh Nelle... those hands! Why'd you do that to us? And why does it seem like I have begun to know those hands of his almost better than I know my own? And these days... well, that's quite a feat. Ok, if you had to choose just one... which would you want to be feeling on your body RIGHT NOW... his hands or his stubble? And with that question in mind I'm gonna go grab a sheet of sandpaper and tuck myself in... Hopefully I'll have an answer by morning. from jannet - who is all about research... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Sandi... I thought about what you said and I'm you're right. I'm sure those who are hearing impaired still find a way to hear him. I remember in DC, there was quite a huge group sitting right in front of K'eh and I just up of stage left. An ASL interpreter stood right on the floor in front of them. I wondered at the time how they could fully enjoy the concert... but I also remember watching them applaud wildly right along with the rest of us. Maybe those who are lacking in one of their senses are compensated... by being more finely tuned in other areas. I mean, I didn't see one of them craning their necks backwards to stare at the Jumbotron of devastation that K'eh and I were "fastened" to. Anyway, maybe I'm just imagining a Mr. Aiken's Opus somewhere in the future. And MaryMD! What wonderful pictures!... and what an eerie, almost surreal likeness to Atlanta in some of them. As I was scrolling through I couldn't help but hope that those AI2 judges now realize that hindsight is 20/20... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ As ya'll know, I'm compiling the best vids of each song from the tour. And like I said before, I'm splitting it up into three legs... in other words, the whole concert three times. Then when it's all over it'll be easier to pick of the best of the best to make one final CD. Right now I'm working on his first leg... and I can't believe the middle one will be coming up in just a few days. But anyway, you can't imagine how hard it is already! And time consuming. I mean I have to keep watching those vids over and over and over again! From jannet ~ who thinks she should probably change her name to something a little more smutty sounding...
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