:: Wednesday, March 29, 2006 ::

"Let's get retarded in here..." (Black Eyed Peas)

And the word of the day is... poop.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 11:00 AM :: + ::

"Just me and you, floating in this place..." (Natural Calamity)

Big, heavy day.
Light, fluffy music.
Somewhere in the middle is me.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 12:19 PM :: + ::

"File me away in your heart someday..." (Badly Drawn Boy)

Hawks are circling our house. How do they already know about the untimely demise of our pacifist mice this morning?
Someone should probably pass a law prohibiting us from owning any more pets.

Labels: Christmas Newsletter

:: Bethany Bassett - 1:17 PM :: + ::

"Trying hard to speak and fighting with my weak hand..." (Coldplay)

One sentence a day is sometimes harder than I thought...

Labels: Broiled Brain

:: Bethany Bassett - 4:28 PM :: + ::

"God put a smile upon your face, yeah..." (Coldplay)

This child loves pasta.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 2:19 PM :: + ::

"What else should I be, all apologies?" (Nirvana)

I'm becoming fairly convinced that I was a dysfunctional adult at age 8.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 12:21 PM :: + ::

"Throw away this very old shoelace that tripped you again..." (Our Lady Peace)

Beware the Ides of March!

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:: Bethany Bassett - 10:16 AM :: + ::

"Melting under blue skies, belting out sunlight, shimmering love..." (Counting Crows)

Today is the first bare-foot day of the year!
::happy dance::

Labels: Christmas Newsletter

:: Bethany Bassett - 4:52 PM :: + ::

"Well so long, good friends, when will we meet again?" (Jack Johnson)

Today, I indulged my little Obsessive Compulsive gene and re-organized the big box of photos from the back of my closet. Wow. I didn't remember how many people I'd forgotten. And those I do remember, I miss like crazy...

There's a picture of Dr. Olson's couch, filled to overflowing with some of my very first friends at LU... Laura and Jesse and Jason and Shroud... I think we played Pictionary that night. I remember laughing until I felt life would be good forever.

Then there's the snapshot of rolly-chair races in the courtyard with DeAnn and Esther. I thought they were both very quiet and reserved when we first met... That was before the mud-wrestling and the toilet-papered rooms and the fake tattoos and the late-night Dairy Queen runs. I vaguely remember us making a pact to meet up again sometime, somewhere. I wish I could remember...

Of course, there's a classic group pic from a Third Day concert with Rachel and Josiah and Randy and Kris. I'm not sure we ever entirely meshed as a group, but I loved how our time together was always about music.

There's a picture of Amanda, Lindsey, and I hanging out on the picnic table, all in green shirts as different as our personalities. We wanted to go somewhere exotic and life-changing together, maybe Sierra Leone, but never got around to it. I think about them every time I hear "Prince of Peace."

I love the picture of Querida and Amy and I wearing the ugliest dresses we could find at Goodwill. We called it group therapy for our Un-Girlfriends Club. I think we were alike in as many ways as we weren't. Who else could start a theoretical band named Vegetarian Meatloaf and hyperventilate together over oatmeal creme pies?

Oh yes, and the picture of Sarah, Becca, Becky, and I modeling our famous wall of hats... I can't imagine having better roommates. Most of us are married, and we're in various corners of the country, but I think it would be grand to have a pajama party reunion complete with pumpkin pie and a man/woman graph.

There are so many more pictures and places and people, and it's hard to tell if my life is richer for having experienced them or poorer for having lost them. I'd like un-lose them, please.

Labels: Broiled Brain

:: Bethany Bassett - 10:56 PM :: + ::

"She made herself a bed of nails, and she's planning on putting it to use..." (Ben Harper)

During the day, my mind usually flits around from one unimportant thing to another. I guess that’s why my dreams always seem so important, filled with old friends and old problems and old versions of me.

How does one become a morning person?

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:: Bethany Bassett - 11:36 AM :: + ::

"I'm gonna smile and not get worried; I try, but it shows..." (Jimmy Eat World)

We seem to have the first one-year-old in history who doesn't like chocolate cake. Oh dear.

Labels: Christmas Newsletter

:: Bethany Bassett - 1:11 AM :: + ::

"I'mma see that sunshine, surely ease my mind..." (G. Love & Special Sauce)

Birthday girl...



Raise your hand if you'd love waking up to balloons bustling all over your floor, a singing pink flower, and, of course, a new dumptruck!

P.S. - Following in the wobbly footsteps of her mother, she started walking today. Yay!

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:: Bethany Bassett - 11:37 AM :: + ::

"To tell the truth, I am getting away with murder..." (Papa Roach)

Sometimes you just have to turn on a song your mother would hate, crank up the volume, and scream along.

Labels: Broiled Brain

:: Bethany Bassett - 11:31 PM :: + ::

"Keep the mind confined to the chair with no voice..." (P.O.D.)

I haven't really had anything to write lately... I hope you don't mind pictures.


(Dreams of dentistry?)

Labels: Broiled Brain

:: Bethany Bassett - 12:16 PM :: + ::