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Name: Lynne
Birthday: 4/26/1971
Gender: Female
Interests: Reading, Movies, American Idol, RUNNING
Expertise: Creative Arts
Occupation: Creative Arts Team Leader for
Industry: Church
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Member Since:
5/18/2006
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| Because it's more fun to answer e-mails and find 70's/80's/90's pop/R&B on Napster then it is to finish the tasks at hand. Like finishing kid church lessons for this Sunday.
But here is what I have been listening to.....
TLC, Toni Braxton, Color Me Badd, Boyz II Men, and now Brian McKnight is about to start his begging on "One Last Cry". This is perfect ice storm music.
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| Okay, you might not know it, but I can be a little snotty. Really. You know how REM fans are about people who became fans after they hit MTV, and watch you at concerts to see if you know the songs that weren't singles? That's how my sister and I used to be about figure skating. This was before Tanya Harding and her crew clubbed Nancy Kerrigan's
leg, and before that event led to a skating craze where there was
always a special on, and before it got ridiculous, and you had shows
like Skate Wars: The US vs. Alvin and the Chipmunks.
Nope, I was never a skater, but we used to watch it like some people watch football. The 1989 US Championships were held in my hometown of Baltimore, and we were still on a skating high after the previous year's Olympics and the "Battle if the Brians" with American Boitano, and Canadian Orser, and the heartbreaking 3rd place finish of Debbie Thomas, the highest ranking black American skater ever (I had to leave the room during her many falls in her long program, I was that invested).
So my mom went to buy us tickets to a night of the competition, and wound up getting front row seats that someone had returned. It turned out that we were there on the night of the finals of the Couples competition, which was won by Kristi Yamaguchi and her partner Rudi Galindo, in her last year as a couples skater. Awesome. Even waved at Brian Boitano as he walked past us.
But what I am remembering now about that night is that earlier in the evening had been the Short program for the men skaters, and my introduction to Chris Bowman. He was a wonderful skater who was nicknamed "Bowman the Showman". He wasn't delicate or gentle or humble. He didn't like to practice, and he gave his coaches fits. He was a rebel. In short, he was everything my high school senior self thought was AWESOME. Oh, my he was fun to watch. And he died last week, at the age of 40. He had faded out of the spotlight, and he struggled with drug and alcohol problems. You would hear about him every so often in a "Whatever happened to him" kinda way. I went on "You Tube" and actually found clips of interviews and performances that we used to record and watch over and over. It was strange to watch today, but it felt so current, watching his 22 year old self bound across the ice, and I watched the clips of the 1990 world competition listening to Scott Hamilton's announcing, cheering along as if I didn't know how it was going to end. It was exciting. And sad. But it made me happy.
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| So my sister and I are watching our 10th hour or so of the Law and Order marathon on TNT. Why does fake crime relax us?!?!!? 
Okay, the rest of this post is a little gross. I canceled most of my New Year's plans yesterday because I have whatever cruddy cold thing is going around. I am coughing up lovely things. SO sexy!!!
But the coolest thing I did yesterday was buy a new car. What a blessing. It's beautiful and I am very happy, and the people who you are forking large amounts of money over to don't care if you are barking up a lung.
So this should be a good year. New Lynnemobile. Ready to take me to all sorts of adventures.
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| SO I am off today, though I do have some work to do. I fell asleep at about 6pm on the couch and woke up at 9pm, then I couldn't get to sleep. I went to bed at 3am, and got completely up at 10 or so. Weird day. I have had trouble sleeping at decent hours as of late.
The "Price Is Right" is on. I don't know why I am so invested, but I really want Drew Carey to do well as the new host. I guess he feels like a friend because I have been watching him for so long, so I watch like a parent watching their kid's ballet recital, just hoping they don't twirl into the kid playing the tree. Drew seems to have eased into the job more than when I watched last, which was with Grandma. She is giving him a chance, she says. When I was in college, I was obsessed with this show. I had one semester where my classes happened to be scheduled (not on purpose) so I could watch it every day. In my recurring fantasy where I got on this show, my strategy was that every time I got to bid to get out of contestant's row, my bid was going to be $650, no matter what the prize, and I was going to KILL at Plinko.
Ahh, hopes and dreams. Good to have.
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| So, I could have died yesterday. I guess we can say that ANY day, because like that old Amy Grant song says, who knows how many near misses we have that God's angels protect us from. I KNOW, though, that my angels were working overtime yesterday, because my car got hit, ran off the road, into a tree, and flipped over. I was hanging upside down. I will probably be more eloquent about it in weeks to come, and be able to articulate what this means to my life after this. All I can say now is that God obviously has me still here for a reason. I am excited to see what that is. I mean ,my car was flipped completely over. It could have caught fire before I got out. I could have hurt something when I popped my seatbelt and landed on my head so I could crawl out. My door could have jammed.
I have all of these "What if's" and "Could have's". But all I know is that I am here. And I have a sprained shoulder and no broken bones. I am so blessed, and I don't want to waste that blessing.
This is a turning point. I don't know where it turns, but I am blessed.
And, can I say, that the makers of Darvocet make a mighty fine product.
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