tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53684622009-02-20T21:21:26.504-06:00Lauren UnpluggedSundry notes on little pieces of paperLaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626946535421550896noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368462.post-1085589412977327112004-05-26T11:35:00.000-05:002004-05-26T11:36:53.003-05:00Soothing sounds from the steamy jungleThe Nashville music scene never ceases to amaze me. Sometimes I laugh and shake my head at its pretentiousness. Other times I just sit back and smile and watch amazing, humble bands do what they do best. Last night I experienced the latter, thankfully. I don’t think I could have made it in the jungle-like humidity of The End if I had to deal with stuck-up rock boys in the process.
Cool Hand Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626946535421550896noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368462.post-1085548848194792962004-05-26T00:18:00.000-05:002004-05-26T00:20:48.193-05:00Making a special guest appearance...Check out my guest writing spot on Kudzu. Thanks to Shane for taking a chance on an unknown kid...wait, nevermind, he knows me.
Kudzu Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626946535421550896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368462.post-1084833863923717012004-05-17T17:44:00.000-05:002004-05-17T17:48:35.980-05:00What's missing?Don't be scared! It's just the Chuck Norris Experience.
I was going through an old photo CD, and I found these guys. This was a photo taken over the summer at Cornerstone, and the guys had formed a gag band called Chuck Norris Experience. I was seriously fighting bladder control when they took the stage.
I guess I just miss Cornerstone. I miss the craziness, the camaraderie. You really never Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626946535421550896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368462.post-1084722402057744072004-05-16T10:45:00.000-05:002004-05-16T10:46:42.056-05:00The finished productHere's the story: Leisure ain't easy
Please let me know what you think.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626946535421550896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368462.post-1084677970447356972004-05-15T22:10:00.000-05:002004-05-15T22:26:10.446-05:00Enough to make a grown man cryI sometimes forget the power of the press. Then I look a man almost twice my age in the eyes and tell him that I wrote a 100 inch story from the material I got from two days of following him around. He tried not to show it, but Steve was a little weak in the knees when I delivered the news. I don't know why.
I mean come on, let's compare here. He's powerful, the head of a golf tournament, able Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626946535421550896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368462.post-1084586974353589572004-05-14T20:55:00.000-05:002004-05-14T21:09:34.353-05:00Best...week...everThere are experiences in life that go beyond anything you can describe. I was blessed with the privelege this week of following the director of an LPGA event around for two days.
Where do I even begin to describe the manic pace that my subject set? He is one big ball of energy, and not only that, he is wholly passionate and focused on making the tournament a success. It was a great experience.
Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626946535421550896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368462.post-1084244724766507412004-05-10T21:52:00.000-05:002004-05-10T22:07:20.826-05:00Sure, the fuzz in normalThe LPGA tournament started today. I was expecting to feel one of the following:
1. Overwhelmed
2. Frightened
But none of those things were to be. Darn. It was a quiet day today, with just a pro-am and a qualifying round in the afternoon that didn't really require my attention. So when I got home I felt like I should DO something...like remove any and all moldy leftovers from my refrigerator. ButLaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626946535421550896noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368462.post-1084164085152039202004-05-09T23:15:00.000-05:002004-05-09T23:41:25.153-05:00Have Mercy!I have a new favorite venue in Nashville. The Mercy Lounge has this air of cool about it that you don't get in your average seedy music joint. There are couches for lounging and lamps that cast a warm glow over the whole place. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the Exit/In, but you must admit it lacks any sort of ambiance.
I've come up with a title for the book that I have wanted to write for so Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626946535421550896noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368462.post-1083276990587619202004-04-29T17:16:00.000-05:002004-05-09T23:13:06.736-05:00Give up the whitewash paint jobThere’s a truth that I’m beginning to learn in my life. Just when I think I have it all together, painting my nice little white church on the outside to make it look good for Jesus, I fall backwards off the ladder into the bushes.
What I fail to realize is that my whitewashed exterior may have fooled the world, but God is not mocked. He comes right up to the back door and pokes his head inside.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626946535421550896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368462.post-1082780716619825342004-04-23T23:25:00.000-05:002004-05-09T23:13:35.743-05:00Get by with a little help from my friendsI've never been one for the bliss of domestic trappings like cleaning, but darn it, I like Heloise. If you've ever read Good Housekeeping, then you know who I'm talking about. There's this super chick named Heloise who gives advice on how to get stains out of clothes and get crayon off the walls. Heloise is a friend to every klutzy girl who ever left a candle unattended next to beige carpet!!! Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626946535421550896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368462.post-1081223519321987482004-04-05T22:51:00.000-05:002004-05-09T23:14:16.053-05:00Crossroads...Crossroads are converging in my life, and decisions are starting to cement themselves in my brain like Quick-crete. There are decisions to be made about where I am going to spend the next year, and I am praying that God will show me what is right...a mistake would cut me to the quick. I don't know if I could stand anymore if I made the wrong move.
Okay, enough poetic interpretation of a Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626946535421550896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368462.post-1081134485729469752004-04-04T22:08:00.000-05:002004-05-09T23:14:43.983-05:00Waiter, there's a fly in my soupThere's a fly buzzing around my head as I write, which is a sure sign that spring is here, and it brought bugs with it. Just part of the joy of seasons changing, I guess. There are seasons in all of our lives, some more joyous than others. I just thought about it today because I'm coming out of a season of my life where life was hectic and hurried. Now the sense of urgency is gone, and I have my Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626946535421550896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368462.post-1080148567664153672004-03-24T11:16:00.000-06:002004-05-09T23:15:11.696-05:00Let's go spring!Have you ever tried to will spring? You know, put on your shorts and a T-shirt and walk around like it's 80 when in fact it's about 65? Heh...that's what I'm doing today. Spring dress and sandals, baby. I scoff at 65! Nevermind that I'm turning a little blue...
I've been dealing with a bit of rejection as of late. Last night these words just came to me. Maybe you can relate.
It cuts to the Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626946535421550896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368462.post-1073635896913905702004-01-09T02:11:00.000-06:002004-05-09T23:15:35.733-05:00SLEEP??? I scoff at sleep!!I don't know how I end up being in these situations, but if I stay up past a certain time, I can't go to sleep. Tonight my friend Des and I had some great, much-needed talk time, but wouldn't you know it, she stuck around until 1 a.m., resulting in the above-mentioned phenomenon taking over my sleep depreived body. So here I am, shortly after 2, still wide awake. It's nights like these that make Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626946535421550896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368462.post-1073530071869670032004-01-07T20:47:00.000-06:002004-05-09T23:46:11.050-05:00Covering the hurtIt snowed a little yesterday in Nashville. What a strange, but wonderful, way to start the morning. I was in chapel with my students at school, and we were praying for a family that had experienced enormous tragedy over the holidays. Outside, snow was gently falling, almost as if God was helping soften the blow of gut-wrenching sorrow.
Some people associate snow with drudgery, but when you grow Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626946535421550896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368462.post-1057783776555460582003-07-09T15:49:00.000-05:002004-05-09T23:46:34.870-05:00Dusty oasisWell, I survived Cornerstone. To more exact, I thrived at Cornerstone. I didn't want to leave. I met some incredible people, and God truly blessed me. Sometimes an experience comes along that renews and refreshes you.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626946535421550896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368462.post-951663772003-06-01T17:41:00.000-05:002004-05-09T23:47:32.593-05:00Could you grab the remote please?It's been a while since I've written, but frankly, nothing monumental has happened to force me into writing. I will say that I have the coolest friends anyone could ever have. My apartment has been the dregs lately, and two of them came over to help me clean it up and get things in some semblance of order. Now that's a championship.
I love slow Sundays. Eat too much for lunch then clean the Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626946535421550896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368462.post-942853512003-05-13T15:24:00.000-05:002004-05-09T23:48:17.346-05:00Fighting wordsThis is from a press release for a band I know here in Nashville:
"Celebrity has cancelled their remaining dates on the Hopesfall/Every Time I Die tour as a result of injuries sustained during an altercation at last night's (4/29) show at The Junction in Salt Lake City. During headliner Hopesfall's set, members of Celebrity tried to calm a group of 30-40 audience members that were beating up Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626946535421550896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368462.post-940909662003-05-09T23:44:00.000-05:002004-05-09T23:48:47.190-05:00Rock 'n' roll solidarityThe Blindside show was all I hoped it to be and more. I have been so tense the last couple of weeks at work, so much so that I went home just about every day with a dull ache in my head and just felt...worn. I was even frazzled driving to the show, a Mickey D's cheeseburger in one hand, trying to grab the wheel and my cell phone at the same time. The picture of every over-worked American under Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626946535421550896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368462.post-940133032003-05-08T16:24:00.000-05:002004-05-09T23:51:28.083-05:00"What's with today, today?"It's really sad when you live out of your car. Last night I carefully pressed two, count them, two sets of clothes, then carefully laid them in the back seat of my lived-in Explorer. I rose before the birds, the worms AND the chickens this morning to work at Starbucks. I put on a third set of clothes and dutifully trudged to work. Don't get me wrong, I love working there, but who really needs Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626946535421550896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368462.post-939548482003-05-07T18:01:00.000-05:002004-05-09T23:53:56.640-05:00Little pieces of paperThere's a little side bar on this blog that says "Sundry notes on little pieces of paper." If you saw my purse, you would understand why. Never one to waste, I am constantly jotting things down on whatever random scrap of paper I can find at the moment. No napkin, gum wrapper or business card is safe from my wrath.
There they sit, awaiting that momumental day when I reach in the bottom of my Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626946535421550896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5368462.post-939459782003-05-07T15:03:00.000-05:002004-05-10T21:45:27.133-05:00"Saucer of cream, table two!"Have you ever run into one of those girls who watches her boyfriend like a hawk any time a female steps within a one-mile radius of their beloved? She sniffs the wind, and claws come out. Okay, okay, maybe that's a bit exaggerated. But she just can't resist cutting her eyes at you and getting in a little verbal jab just to make you squirm. Frankly, I really don't know the girl, and I barely know Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02626946535421550896noreply@blogger.com