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Umm... so... we got talked about on the radio today. That was cool. Jeff Bolton came out to our release party Friday night and gave us props today. Thanks Jeff! You rock!

Yeah, the release party at Cibolo Creek was super fun! We had this monster band... Shane, Rick Brown, Ruben V., Val Cronk, Brian on dobro, and Ron on guitar... it was so cool. It was great for us to do the whole band thing, since we so rarely get to do that... it was a blast. And everyone who was there was so great... Kyle and Flo, Doug and Rebecca, David's whole family... Travis Baker brought his whole youth group... lots and lots of friends from everywhere... I can honestly say that each person who was there that night was very special to us and it was so cool to have them all there in one place.

David and I are on the brink of some really cool changes, which I can't talk about now, but I'll just say that we're about to take a path we never thought we'd take... but we're very excited about the future. After this weekend I'll be able to share more. Cool things ahead.......

ohboy.... it's 5:00. I'll write more tonight.

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Cats and waterbeds don't mix.

Okay. So we have this great waterbed... a softside... y'know... the kind that doesn't look like a waterbed. With a really thick pillowtop on top of the water mattress... and also a LOT of bedding. Thick comforter and the like.

So the night of our release party, David wakes up in the middle of the night totally soaked, thinking he's been sleeping a little to heavily and that he had wet the bed. To make matters worse, my parents were in town and he was all embarrassed! And of course, I'm thinking, "Ewwwww!"

The next night David wakes up and is totally wet again. So at 5 AM on Easter morning, as I was rushing around getting ready for this crazy day of church services at very ungodly hours, I pull back the pillowtop and take a look at the water mattress... oh yeah. Big leak. Only I can't seem to find where it's coming from! In my haste to get out the door, I decide I'll mess with it later and put the bed back together. Oh, and David is very relieved (no pun intended) to know that he doesn't have an incontinence problem. Although I'm beginning to feel like I'm living the X-Files episode where Mulder is doomed to relive the same Monday every day... and it always begins with his waterbed leaking....

Later that night, after we get rid of all our family and are ready to totally crash, I remember the leak, and, determined to find it, I disassemble the bed again and start poking and prodding and draining and pushing... for 5 hours. My search relentless, I manage to cover every single inch of that mattress from head to foot, topside and bottom, and still cannot find the leak. So, at 10:30 at night, exhausted from a very busy day, I give up, fill up the bed, and as I'm putting the pillowtop back on, I see water gushing from a small hole in the bottom corner. So obvious! But still a puzzle, as it's nowhere near David.... can't figure out how it managed to saturate his whole side. And we still can't figure out how the hole got there, so by default this new cat of ours gets the blame, because he's the only one with talons that's been anywhere near the bed (even though, mind you, we have a pillowtop and blankets and comforters and such covering it all).

Dumb cat. But let me tell you about this cat. We LOVE him. He showed up on our deck one day, stood up on his hind legs, put his paws on our sliding glass door, and meowed. I, being the sucker for strays, opened the door, and he immediately came in and curled up on the couch, where he has stayed ever since. He is the most codependent, love-obsessed kitty I have ever met. He literally cannot get enough attention. He is one of those rare cats that will drape himself across anything, is comfortable in any position, and will let you do anything to him, as long as he is being loved on in some way. No matter where I am, there he is also. He thrives on attention, needs it constantly, and will let you know if he feels he isn't getting enough... usually by following you around and yelling at you until you pet him. Basically, as he sees it, I exist to pet him. When I lay down on my bed at night, immediately he is on my feet or curled up under my arm ready for his lovin'.

But today.... today, apparently, he is feeling a deep sense of injustice because I made him go outside for the day. When I let him in, I was busy with laundry and with phone calls and such, so Mr. Entitlement didn't get his quota of chin scratches and belly rubs. Around 5:30, I went into my room to fold laundry, had taken the sheets off the bed to wash them, and I noticed a giant wet spot on my side of the bed. My immediate thought was, "ANOTHER LEAK?!!! Dangit!" And then I caught the slightest whiff of a scent I haven't smelled in years, having not had a cat around since I was 18. Yeah. The freakin' cat pee'd on my bed! And I can guaran-darn-tee it that he did it out of spite... mind you it was my side of the bed, and he knows it good and well... and he was mad because I wasn't giving him the proper amout of attention he felt he deserved.

He's banned to the great outdoors for the night.

So far so good... the forecast is calling for sunny days through Saturday. So we have a really good chance of having our CD release party outside Friday night at the Scenic Loop.

I'm getting excited now. We have blitzed the media as best we can for this one... so we'll see what happens. And we have a couple of weeks to breathe before the next 2... I can't wait to get these CDs out into the world.

We'll be on KFAN tomorrow. Love the Fan. They have been so supportive....

Oh, y'know, I forgot to change my clocks last night. Not that it matters -- we weren't going anywhere this morning, but I just realized as I looked at my computer clock that it's really 9:23. I'm excited about more daylight. Hooray daylight!

Played for Chris' release party last night... that was hugely fun. Although Chris made fun of me playing guitar... said it looked weird, because he's not used to seeing me play. I'll forgive him, I suppose.

I have a feeling, once everyone in my house wakes up, that I'm going to be commissioned to make french toast again. I made it yesterday and it was a huge hit. But if I make it again, I'm going to have to go to the store to get bread and eggs. I hate going to the store... especially the one in Bandera. It's ratty, overpriced, and most of the customers still smoke in the aisles as they shop (haven't seen that since like 1978 in the rest of the world!)... Bandera is such a strange town. They actually ride horses to the local bar... we see them tied up outside the bar on Friday nights. David and I figured out why so many people ride their horses on Friday nights: so they can go home drunk and not get busted for DUI! I guess as long as the horse knows the way home, you're pretty okay if you pass out while riding....

Grrrr..... was supposed to go hiking today. I should be getting ready for Lost Maples right now. But my hiking partner blew me off again so here I sit..... grrrrrr........

And to make matters worse, I'm out of coffee. Oh well, I've got a cup of Tazo Chai tea brewing right now, which won't wake me up, but at least I'll feel like I'm doing something.

Last night we had the most spectacularly gorgeous rainbow behind our house. Our house is on a cliff that overlooks a river below, and the rainbow made a complete arc from one side of the cliff to the other... more vivid than any rainbow I've ever seen (you could see every color)... and there was a second one just above it that spanned about halfway across the gorge. I wish I had a camera!

Tonight we are playing with Chris for his CD release party at Cibolo creek... there are around 19 people in this band tonight, so it's going to be interesting logistically! Chris always manages to pull these crazy things off, though, so I'm not worried.

Our first CD release party is next Friday at the Scenic Loop! I'm excited and a little nervous... I hope we have more than 4 people show up. I'm interested to hear what the loyal fans think of the new stuff... we haven't had any feedback yet. I just hope they like it.

Punky and I have started reading "The Chronicles of Narnia" at night before bed. I love Narnia. Narnia shaped my entire existence when I was a kid... so much of who I am today is because I read Narnia in my formative years, I believe. Oh, I loved those stories! And it's so good to be reading them again and sharing them with my son. I was a little concerned that they would be too advanced for him, what with the language being almost Victorian stylistically (it's certainly not "See Spot Run," which is what he is used to). But I remember gaining much of my vocabulary from hearing those books read to me, and they gave me a love for literature and fantasy and depth... I'm sure that's why I ended up majoring in Brit Lit... it's always been close to my heart. Anyway, we're reading "The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe" right now, so we've only just begun.

As we were reading last night, Edmund had just come into the White Witch's castle, and he finds a stone lion upon entering the courtyard. It reminded me of being in London, stumbling onto the South Gate Lion (I think it's called) at the end of Westminster Bridge, and how much that stone lion looks like what I always envisioned Aslan to look like. I love that lion! I have a picture somewhere... I'll have to post it.

Okay, must... go... clean. My house is ugly.

This post is dedicated to my brother Ed, who has recently relocated to DC, and who loves Narnia as much as I. "Oh, do, let's!"

Okay, so I got scolded for not upddating my blog, and I promised that I would be better. It's like 6:15 am and I'm barely awake... haven't had coffee yet... in fact... hang on.

Yeah, that's better. Because decaffeinated blogging just doesn't work.

Took Flo out for her birthday Tuesday night and we had our quad cappucinos around, well, 9:30 or so... "Why?" you ask. Well, because we never get to go get coffee anymore, and decaf quad cappucinos are pretty much pointless. So I got home and was wide awake and stayed up till 1:30 putting together mailers for our preorders.

Tuesday I was off work all day, and had one of the most productive days I've had in awhile... it felt so good to actually knock out some of this LJG stuff that's been hanging over my head! So we've actually started sending out the preorders and that makes me feel like we're finally moving forward with this CD release. I drove around much of Tuesday, dropping off press kits and buying office supplies. I had our Chevy Cavalier with the sunroof that day, and I have a nice sunburn working on one arm. Sexy!

We are still loving our house... I swear it's like living in the Wonderful World of Disney at times. Every night when I'm pulling into my drive, there are usually around 4-6 deer, 3-4 jackrabbits, and 2 skunks that all run in various directions trying to escape the terror of my headlights. The other night I was doing the dishes while Punky was in the bathtub, and I heard all sorts of commotion on the porch. I looked out, and 2 raccoons were fighting over the catfood (well, one was eating it and the other was yelling at the one eating). I summoned Punky and we opened the door a crack to see them better, and they just sat up on their haunches, continued to eat, and looked at us like, "What?" We were at most 2 feet from them. It was cool.

And we have a fleet of cats now too. One cat, Lizzie, came with the house. But I think she's got a big mouth and has told her friends that there's free grub at the house, because suddenly 3 more grey tabbies showed up. One of them is a tortishell tabby, and he's gorgeous, and he has totally adopted us. I swear I'm turning into one of those crazy animal ladies. Before you know it, I'm going to have 89 cats and a pet squirrel all stuffed into my laundry room....

I'm having coffee angst. I actually had to buy Folgers the other day (blasphemy! treachery!) because that's what I've been reduced to since my espresso machine is dead and I was desperate on a Saturday morning for coffee. Well, see, I could have gotten some decent coffee, but that would have required driving at best 45 minutes into San Antonio. I was too sleepy, so I settled for driving into Bandera and paying way too much at Super S. Ugh. For Folgers. See what my life has become? It's a travesty.

Okay, so I guess I should go get ready for work. CJ (and CJs sister), this blog was updated just for you, so I hereby dedicate this entry to you. It's the least I can do... I got added to their list of "cool people." Awwwww.........