sing a song. pass it on.

i like music.

i like to share.

it's almost spring.

and music and spring go together

like peanutbutter and jelly.

so here are some songs.

you should know.

enjoy.

who i am is not just me.

there is so much more to love

than black and white.

when all my faith is gone.

you bring it back to me.

Dear John Doe

Everyone has them.

Family pictures from vacations.

And there is that one random person in the background.

picking their nose

or they have a wedgie.

And no matter how good the picture is of your family

that's the person everyone notices

and laughs at

that random person in that picture.

wonder how many other peoples pictures you're in.

you're that random person.

Or we all tell stories that include strangers.

"I was driving to work today and some jerk cut in front of me!"

We've all (sadly) been that jerk in someone's story to their family, we just don't hear about it.

"I was having the hardest day and the receptionist at my dentist office gave me a compliment, totally made my day!"

We've all (hopefully) been that "receptionist" in someone's story as well.

Well I flew home yesterday and my dog Kat picked me up from the airport.

We go get subway and head to my house to eat before she goes back to work.

All of you have been to my house.

You know the story.

My screen door handle is broken and I've been too busy (and slightly lazy) to fix it.

It would take zero time and spare me the embarrassment of being broken if i'd just fix it.

I laughed when we walked in and said "I swear, this week, I'm going to fix it!"

So we eat lunch.

She goes to work.

I'm feeling sick.

so I take a nap.

I wake up to a text from Kat.

"someone will be stopping by soon with a surprise"

Then she text me

"they already stopped by and left you a surprise!!!"

yayayayaya

So I run to the door like a Kid running to their presents on Christmas.

Ok like me, a grown adult on Christmas.

And I see nothing.

No present.

No card.

Huh.

Im getting ready to walk inside and I notice.

Oh. My. Gosh.

Someone fixed my door handle.

What? How? Who? huh?

I immediately text her back

"who was it? did they just stop by and I missed them?"

She said "it's someone you know. call this number, don't text and leave a message saying thank you!"

And I'm asking "who is it? who do I ask for? what is going on?"

i call.

no answer

just a voicemail.

it's john leave a message.

a true john doe.

I ask her who, is it someone I know?

And she said "they want to be john doe for now. Just be thankful!"

Ok first.

I'm a curious person.

soooo this becomes a game for me.

but I will not dig FOR NOW and try and figure it out.

I just want to say thanks.

it also made me think.

when was the last time i was a jane doe?

i think i've done a lot of nice things for people.

but when was the last thing i did something random and didn't take the pat on the back?

someone went out of the their way, fixed my door and didn't even want the thank you in person?

when was the last time you did that?

sent someone a kind note with no return address?

left someone a present at work?

told someones boss that this person was helpful and great at their job?

so many times i think we look to do good to get that pat on that back.

to get the "you're awesome, you rock!"

i think we should be john doe more often.

be that random person

that makes a girl at timber drive.

tear up on her door step.

because someone came out in the cold.

to fix a door handle.

i love my job.

i'm in warm miami.

love it.

so good to see these people.

great to wear a tank top in the winter.

so you might say "i would love your job too!"

but let me explain.

being on the road is different.

you live in a suitcase.

which means you learn to live with wrinkles.

you wear closed toed shoes most of the time.

hence my obsession with chucks.

you usually have some sort of dirt on your face.

you learn NEVER to eat out of the large jar of

peanut butter at craft service.

you just meet the most random and unique people ever.

everyone from all walks of life.

all ages. all states. they become someone you look forward to seeing.

these become friends and family members that you grow to love.

you love them because no one outside of the show could ever understand our job.

they know that a 12 hr work day is a short day.

they know that a golf cart is a hot commodity and will get stolen if a key is left in it.

they ride in a 15 pass van singing alicia keys with you.

they know that your outfit is fashioned around your credential and walkie.

and when we're totally exhausted, they laugh at everything and everything is an inside joke.

you want to know the truth?

my job is not glamorous.

it's just not.

even when i'm in that dressing room.

in a dress and heels.

it's far from what you think.

so when you ask me what i do.

who i've met.

don't be offended if i don't list off the people that take the stage.

because the people that matter to me.

the reason i LOVE my job.

are the people that make the show happen.

the people that built that stage.

that designed the lights.

the ones that put everyone on a plane and got them here.

you what to know why i love my job?

ask me about the people i get to work with.

so when you say to me

"you're lucky, you have a cool job"

thanks.

but know why you're saying it.

it's not because i do what i do.

it's because i do it with the most amazing people i think you'd ever have the pleasure of meeting.

the people that learned how to drive fork lifts with me.

the people that have hauled tables and chairs all over the compounds.

the people that i've CRIED and screamed with over stupid things like

food.

copiers.

late talent.

travel.

so when you're having thoughts of what you want to do.

wishing your job was different.

know that it's never going to be greener on the other side.

there isn't a perfect job for someone.

every job has it's ups and down.

but just realize.

it's not what you do.

it's who is around you.

here is a picture from my trailer.

a little piece of what i'm seeing.

lovely.

dear love, i love you.

i feel like writing about love.

don't roll your eyes at me.

it's my blog and i'll do what i want.

i love love.

mom, i'm not in love so stop wondering who i'm talking about.

i just love love.

here are things that make me love love.

when i was a kid i used to love the "hot 8 at 8"

it was on the radio station 92 zoo in lima ohio :)

they would play the top 8 songs and people would call in and dedicate them for people.

they would say "this is bobby and i want to send this out to the love of my life lisa. she sits by me in science!"

i would always listen for my name, in hopes someone would declare their love for me on the station.

music.

i love sappy sappy songs.

the ones that most people turn off when they're on the radio.

"true" george strait

"somethings come over me" ernie halter

"always be my baby" mariah

"forever and ever, amen" randy travis

plenty more but those are some favs.

holding hands.

i love holding hands.

it's a bold move guys.

grabbing the girls hand.

i love it.

it's cute.

no guy is trying to be slick with a hand hold.

it's just cute.

dancing.

sorry fellas.

i know you hate it.

but nothing makes me laugh, smile and adore life more than dancing.

the thought of someone thinking of you.

think about it.

of all the crushes and relationships you've had.

all the times you've sat up and thought of someone.

they've thought of you too.

people you'll never know.

have thought of ways to make you smile.

make you theirs.

love it.

4th of july.

i love valentines too.

all the pink and chocolate.

but there is something about the 4th of july.

fireworks.

baseball.

pool parties.

watermelon.

it makes me love relationships.

and this past week some things happened.

that made me question love.

stupid i know.

but then i remember why i love love.

and i remember not to settle.

not to stop believing in sappy songs and cheesy movies.

not to quit wanting someone to hold my hand.

never to lose hope that someone would risk something.

risk something for you to smile their way.

ok i'm done.

i've put a little more love back out into the world.

your turn.

it's just a hat

i had a lovely night last night with the girls.

we went to sushi yobi and laughed a lot.

eban our waiter thought we were cool.

kind of.

on my way into the restaurant i saw one of my favorite people in nashville.

diane.

most of you have seen her.

she sits on the bench on demonbreun.

across the street from the restaurant.

if you've ever talked to her she'll tell you she's not homeless.

she'll also tell you it's her job to clean up the parking lot.

sometimes i've driven by and she's actually cleaning it up.

my old roommate janelle and i always loved seeing her there.

she has tall boots on

a hat.

and she always looks happy.

when diane isn't there i get worried.

at night she goes somewhere but by sun up she's always there.

i've talked to her a few times.

honestly, she's so nice.

there is just something about her.

last night takes the cake.

we're talking and she goes

"you need a hat!"

and she continues to tell me i'm going to get sick.

then we go off into random talk about conditioning our hair.

she says vaseline does wonders, hmm i'll have to try it.

anyways, i had to get going but as i'm leaving she goes

"let me give you my hat, so you don't get sick!"

i'm confused, "what did you say?"

"let me give you my hat, it will match your scarf and keep you warm."

speechless.

and that's rare for me.

diane.

who is homeless.

wants to give me a gift.

her hat.

she sits out in the cold all day.

and she wants to give it to me.

i have spent all week worried about life and the future.

and i know this was God.

totally showing me what is important.

this woman has put me in my place.

showing me what it's all about.

we want more and more and more.

i don't have money to give to others.

money is tight.

need a rug.

need the matching shower curtain.

and then diane.

has nothing.

but some boots. a hat. a panda bear. and lots of love.

and wants to give that away.

you think you would do that if you were her?

or would you be bitter that you were homeless?

are you bitter now and you're not homeless?

i have more than 90% of the WORLD and i still struggle to give.

diane has so little and gives it all away.

please take it like i did.

an act of love.

one little act of love.

can go a long way.

it's just a hat.

but to that woman.

it was like she gave me her faith and love.

in a hat.

say hi to her when you see her.

she may not be homeless, who knows.

she might be the light to open your eyes.

just ask me.

i decided to edit my facebook.

take off all the personal info.

music. movies. hanging out tips.

gone.

i think we've all become too dependent on facebook.

it tells us everything about our friends.

we don't even need to talk anymore.

facebook updates us on anything and everything we need to know.

it shows us pictures of everyones weekend.

keeps us updated on their every move.

reminds us of birthdays (I am thankful for that)

basically facebook does all the work for us.

we don't have to get to know each other anymore.

ask me what my favorite movie is.

ask me what i like to sing to on the radio.

ask me what i do for fun.

if you really want to know me,

if you really want to figure out what makes me smile,

ask me.

Moving on.

My Christmas was a blast.

Here it is in a picture.

Everyone, meet my cousins.

there are 12 of us.

ranging in age from 28-15.

we're all different.

but we all have a bit of sarcasm in us.

some more than others :)

anyways, we're ranked, in order of favorite.

I proudly wear #6.

I'm pretty sure my real number is lower, but I will take a 6.

our parents wanted a nice picture of us.

we decided to pretend we're sleeping.

we're cool.

here's to 2010

I've starting to think about my new years resolutions.

I am already super nice, sweet, honest, and in tip top shape so those are all out :)

there are a lot of things i don't want to lose.

every generation is different from the last, but there are some things i hope we keep passing on.

i'm making this my new years resolution.

that's right.

me.

lindsay frail.

will keep these traditions alive.

one I think I'm going to do is talk on the phone more.

it's not that i don't like talking, i do.

it's just i don't make time for it.

i'm usually with people or too busy until my size 7 3/8 head hits the pillow

(i know, that's a large head)

but i think it's important to hear peoples voices.

hear their emotions.

too much texting. too many emails. we're losing touch.

i will write more letters and notes.

who doesn't love to get mail?

or a note on your car?

letters are words that are said that we can keep

and reread.

dancing. i love dancing.

in the kitchen, in the living room. out in the middle of the restaurant.

it's fun and who cares what others think.

i want to dance.

i don't have a dance partner yet.

i am taking applications.

hugging.

i like to hug.

strangers.

friends.

human touch.

homemade.

we buy everything already made.

we let others make it all.

food. i was raised on everything homemade.

i can cook. well i can learn to cook.

gifts.

i'm going to start making gifts from scratch.

i was a girl scout.

i can do this.

those are just a few, i'm going to think of more.

that's my plan.

hahahahahahah I hate seeing her sad but this picture rocks. classic. Santa is thinking " I don't get paid NEAR enough for this!" I love the caption at the bottom , "seasons greetings", right, that's what this picture says.

I get to babysit her for three whole days next week, if that isn't a Christmas present I don't know what is. love her.