Monday, June 15, 2009

A New Page

... or paigel, as the case is today. This morning marked the official launch of my new website,, which will house my blog, some pictures and a variety of other things.

So this is a bittersweet goodbye to Blogger. It's been a great and simple platform for the craziness that is my life, but it's time to move on.

Thanks to all of my readers. And, if you want to still follow the wacky things that happen to me on a daily basis, head on over to

Much love,

Tuesday, June 09, 2009

New things...

Well, I'm almost ready to launch the new site. I caved in, moved everything over to WordPress, and will continue blogging over there once I have all the pieces together [hopefully by the end of this week].

I'd love to give you all the details, but that would spoil the surprise, wouldn't it?

So, to the faithful readers of, I will soon be leaving this blog behind to start a new venture.

See you on the other side!

Our Options

Today, during a nice long walk with Maggie, I saw a bumper sticker on the back of a car that said:

Change is inevitable. Struggle is an option.

It really made me think, even if it was for only a minute. But here I am again, not able to get it out of my mind.

I've been grappling with the frustration of finding balance in the grey area between what is acceptable and what is [grossly] unacceptable.

Sometimes, it's something as small as the pile of oats that sat in the hallway of my building. For an entire week. And the broken handle at the parking lot entrance that dangled for two weeks.

But other times, it's the big stuff. Should I look for something greater? Or should I wait until my life is more stable? Should I give up these things that I love, but just don't have time or money for... so that I can do the things that make the money, but take the time?

I'd love to tell you that I came up with the answer, the cure-all. And I guess I sort of did, but it takes a lot of understanding- the kind that many people just don't have [unfortunately].

What it all comes down to is faith. Whether it's faith in your situation, in yourself or in a higher being, find that faith and hold on to it. It teaches you that not only is it ok to struggle, but it's important that you do. Because when you're going in circles on these questions, trying to figure out what you can and can't let go of, your faith will ground you and give you the peace of mind you need to function.

So, spend today finding your faith. Hold on to it. And most importantly, share it.

Sunday, June 07, 2009

What do I say?

Seriously, what do I say to you when I haven't updated in nearly a month? No, my near anaphylactic shock did not kill me. Yes, my face has returned back to normal. And, thanks to my daily Zyrtec, I can breathe. Every day. Sans hives.

As I've mentioned in previous [near death] posts, I've been working feverishly on a new website. Well, that fell through. So I've spent this weekend doing two things: roasting by a pool and working on another new website. It's almost time to unveil said website, but I'd like to get a few more details ironed out, so you're just going to have to wait a bit longer.

And once I'm done spending most of my free time fixing up the new site, I promise I'll have more meaningful posts up here. But until then, here's to a great week.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

What's going on?

I do believe that 4 Non Blondes' song, "What's Going On," has been my life's theme song for about two years now, but it's been more fitting than ever this week.

I don't really know how to tell the story other than to just say that I've had a headache for a month, an eye twitch for a few solid weeks, and I just recently broke out into hives, which caused my face to swell a bit. [Pictures below. Please don't be frightened.]

So, Internet, I'm sorry for having a lack of meaningful posts on here. But as you can see, I have a lot of issues to deal with right now.

However, you should know that I've got my website almost ready to go. So I'll send out a quick blast to let you know where to go. [And you'll still be able to read the blog here, you'll just be missing out on all the other great stuff on the site!]

Here's to hoping my face returns to normal before work tomorrow, and that I'll get a real post up before the weekend.

Monday, April 27, 2009

In the end, it was a success.

Saturday was a rough day. But when I really think about it, the months leading up to Saturday made it seem par for the course.

I had been training for the Country Music Marathon/Half Marathon since November. I started out training for the full marathon- hoping to improve on last year's time- but stomach issues kept me from getting a single good workout. So I switched to the half marathon training program.

At that point, my life became infinitely more busy, and the added stress didn't make my stomach settle any easier. There was the fundraising, which, while I tried to maintain a positive attitude that everything would come together [which it did], I was still in panic mode for several months. And the stress of my everyday [read: spastic] life simply left me nothing short of scatter-brained.

So Friday night came around, and I raced over to the convention center to pick up my packet just before the expo shut down. I left with my t-shirt, swag bag full of coupons and... oh wait. Completely forgot my Team In Training jersey. Fail.

Saturday morning, I got up at 5 a.m. I had slept in my shorts, so I was already halfway ready. I threw on my sports bra, last year's TNT jersey, socks and shoes. I mapped my route to the stadium and grabbed some peanut butter toast, a glass of water, my keys, phone and wallet before I walked out the door.

I got to the stadium at 6:45 a.m. and was welcomed by an insanely long line of cars. So, I did what any other Nashville driver would do and I cut someone off and snagged a place in the line. It was at that moment, heart racing- still not sure if it was nerves because of the race or because I just royally pissed off someone in a car that could run over mine and flatten it like a pancake- that I looked down and realized that something was missing, something important... my race bib. Epic fail.

So I pulled another trick out of the Nashville driving handbook and made a U-turn in the middle of the road. I got back to my apartment in record time, grabbed my number, made a quick panic-stricken phone call and raced right back out the door.

Before I got back to stadium I was assured that there was one more shuttle bus still running. AWESOME! But then I got to the stadium only to find out that the bus had broken down. Awesome.

After asking several police officers and a few strangers about the road closures, I quickly found that my efforts were useless. I just wasn't supposed to be in the race this year.

So, as I was wallowing in defeat, I drove over to the finish line to see my mom, who was working to keep traffic out of the way of the runners. She and the other people working with her reassured me that it was ok, there's always next year. And I knew that. But I still felt sad as I cheered on the first person to cross the finish line.

That feeling quickly went away when I saw a gentleman walk by, carrying a Team In Training [TNT] poster. I went up to him, introduced myself and showed off my purple jersey [even though it was so last year]. He told me that his daughter was running the half marathon and had trained with TNT. He went on and on about how great he thought the organization was, and how wonderful the participants were. I told him that I wholeheartedly agreed, and that I had made some great friends in the two years that I've been doing this.

At this point, I was just happy to hear that someone else was having such a positive experience with running and TNT, but I was completely unprepared for what he said next.

He told me how heartwarming it was to see so many purple jerseys on the course, so many people running because they wanted to help find a cure. He told me he has leukemia, and he knows the pain and torture it brings to not only himself, but his family, too. But because the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society found a medication called Gleevec, that man is enjoying a practically full life. He told me that had it not been for that drug, he wouldn't be here today.

I fought back tears as I realized what Saturday was really about for me. It wasn't about running. It wasn't about the months of training [or not-so-much-training]. It wasn't about trying to figure out why God didn't want me out on the course. It was about saving lives.

So, in the end, the marathon was still a success for me, even though I didn't run a single step.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

What are YOU doing tonight to help save lives?

Tonight's a special night at Otter's Chicken Tenders in East Nashville. We'll have music from Misha Williams and a silent auction with all proceeds going to The Leukemia and Lymphoma Society! We'll have something for everyone, including:
I'd love to pack the restaurant with people supporting the fight against blood cancers, so bring your friends and family out tonight.

If you can't make it to the event, but would still like to contribute to the cause, you can go to my fundraising site and make an online donation [tax deductible]. But hurry- tomorrow is the last day for donations!

Feel free to send this flyer out to your friends and family!

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

I'm going to write a book.

And if I'm as dedicated to working on that as I am to updating this blog, then you can expect to see it hit the shelves in November of 2056.

In the past few months, through conversations with friends, acquaintances and random people that I may never see again, I have received a lot of encouragement to put my life on paper. Or least make it available for download. So I'm going to write a book.

What will the book be about? Good question. I have no idea. I love David Sedaris- he crosses the line of grossly inappropriate and is hysterical as he describes the dysfunction of his family. Maybe I should write something like that.

Then I think, "But my life is so much more than just my crazy-yet-lovable family." So maybe I'll break it down in to sections of my life- family, work, relationships, religion, pets.

No no no. That's too fragmented. Maybe I should go chronological and just start from the beginning. But no, that's boring and normal. And let's face it- my life is anything but normal.

Then my brain gets exhausted from the sea of possibilities and I go back to constantly refreshing my Twitter feed.

So while this post may seem completely useless to you, just know that (a) I'm looking for support, (b) I'm looking for suggestions and (c) by publishing this, I might just get a bit of motivation to get cracking on it.