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I don't realize how much I take the Nashville scene for granted until someone from out of town comes to visit. Then I see it through their eyes. Had alot of fun venturing down Lower Broadway with my friend from back in Kansas, Brooke, and her boss (haha!), Kelsey. I can probably count on one hand the number of times I've done the honky-tonks in the last year or two, so it was a nice change of pace. Some of the night's highlights included Taylor Swift's guitar player getting the superstar treatment at Tootsie's, the man who wouldn't quit hitting on me in front of Rodney (which almost spurred a fight), and the newlyweds eating at the ever-so-classy Hermitage on their wedding night. All fun, but all reminders of why i never do that program. It's exhausting. It's exhilarating. It's Nashville.

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Almost 2 years ago I sat next to a beautiful stranger on a flight back from the Key West Songwriters' Festival. She was afraid to fly. Didn't know her name. Didn't recognize her face. But the way she looked out the window with those big weary eyes definitely got my attention. No sooner than I could ask her her name, she turned to me--a complete stranger--and in the warmest southern voice said "I hate flyin". One thing lead to another, and I told her to just keep talking to me to distract herself and 'for goodness sake!' quit looking out that window. Over the course of the next few hours, I made a dear friend. (And for someone who generally likes to bury her face in her laptop on a flight, that is a strong statement.)

Somewhere between Miami and Nashville, this girl had told me that she was a songwriter and had just signed a publishing deal with Carnival Music. I remember thinking, "I wonder if she's any good." That night in bed I pulled up her MySpace. What I found I will never forget. A jewel. A diamond. A hidden treasure. First, the most beautiful photo of a girl next to a wood-sided building with a dress as deep a purple as her hair was brown. Then the first song started to spin... "I've been looker for a sweeter side/Lookin for a big bloom on a short vine." A magical lyric and a voice to match.

Well, lets just say I shot off an email to her publisher that SECOND. I had to write with her. To make a long story not quite as long, we have written some songs. But what's so much more is that through this process I have gotten to know the story behind the girl on the plane. She has been zealously, fearlessly, passionately chasing a dream for more than a decade. And she has done so with grace, gratitude, and humility that most on Music Row could only dream of having. She treats everyone with kindness, no matter what they do or don't have to offer her. And she has not sacrificed her unique qualities or lost herself in an effort to get ahead. She probably doesn't know this until now (if she's reading this), but her character and faithfulness has set the bar a bit higher for the kind of woman I want to be in the music business.

I'd be lying if I said that I didn't have a tear or two in my eye as I watched Natalie Hemby celebrate her first #1 song ("White Liar"/Miranda Lambert) this weekend. It's pretty fun to see the girl afraid to fly really soaring.

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You're so Nashville if you've ever closed out a tab in John Rich's elevator bar. Yeah, that's right. I said elevator bar. JR has caused quite a stir in the past few years with the construction of his monstrosity of a house. After seeing Mt. Richmore (not even kidding) for the first time tonight, I can say that it lived up to every bit of the hype. That complex is really something. NOTHING like it. The view itself is priceless. One of the highest points in this whole city. (The vid is from his roof.)

When I met John for the first time, he wasn't living in a complex. He was living in a condo in Hillsboro Village. I remember at the time I was looking for a way to stay in Nashville the summer after my freshman year at Belmont. John offered to get me an internship at Warner-Chappell Publishing, the company he was writing for the at time. Luckily, I scored another gig that paid (wink wink) and paid well (wink wink). But I was thinking tonight how ironic it is that I now write for Warner-Chappell.

Say what you will about his flamboyant, sometimes abrasive, personality. John Rich has always been a good friend to me and especially Rodney.

For example:

(tonight's conversation)

John: How's Rodney doin?

Me: He's great. Really great.

John: Will you please come over and meet my son Cash sometime? He needs to know my Coach. (Rodney)

Me: Of course!

John: Is his number still ***-****? (GETTING EVERY SINGLE NUMBER RIGHT off the top of his head after how many years?!)

Remarkable.

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And the culprit's out......OUR NEIGHBORS ARE SO SWEET! I had a few open hours this afternoon, so I tied on the ol' apron, whipped up a batch of chocolate chip cookies and then covertly placed a camera across the street :)

Here's a recap. The man of the house wants to go fishing with Rodney, they have kids in their 20's and they feel bad about their dogs. For everyone who has inquired about this situation, I can say without hesitation that these are good people.

Major upgrade.

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What do you do when you're in denial about the fact that it's still February? You write a song that sounds like something coming out of the swimming pool speakers, hit the nearest Sonic and paint your toes hot pink! Simple as that. But in all actuality, there's something to bringing the summer to you. Why wait around for the sun to shine and the seasons to change when you can heat things up your own. I know that sounds cheesy, but life is all about perspective.

Here's what really happened. If I don't run before work like this morning, I oftentimes don't get to go outside until lunchtime. I walk straight from my house into the garage, drive into town into the Warner parking garage, go up the elevator into a writing room. Never once encountering fresh air. So on days like today, I don't realize that I'm an idiot for wearing a t-shirt when it's 35 degrees outside until about....oh.....2pm. In this case, ignorance really was bliss. (For those who live outside of Nashville, we've have almost 70 degree weather the past few days, which I thought would continue on today.) I was blissfully rocking to Justin Bieber on my drive into town. Blissfully wanting to write a summer song. When I walked outside at 2 and realized that I was going to be in town all day today with no coat, I had to hit the Urban Outfitters sale rack for something with sleeves. Darn..... ;)

Nothing $15 didn't solve. And I got the cutest little feel good piece of ear candy out of the deal.

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Okay, this is big. I like 2 of the last two song I wrote. Never happens. Nice to get away from the piano for the day. I love those 88's, but there's something about a guitar that brings out the hippie in me. Imagine Fleetwood Mac meets Dixie Chicks meets 2010.

In other news, Rodney wrote with Mat Kearney and Jamie Lynn Spears. I only mention because this is twilight zone stuff. What i would've given to be a fly on that wall. And I wanna remember that this happened when I look back on this blog someday.

7 hours of writing plus drinks with friends plus dinner with more friends makes me sleepy. One of these days I'll learn to get home before 10pm. Will write something more in-depth and thought-provoking tomorrow. I now have a date with Dave Letterman.

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Blue skiiiiiiies smilin' at me! Nothin' but blue skies......

When I was a senior in high school I read this book called "Bowling Alone". It's all about social capital. Social capital being your social real estate. I remember thinking that this book was monumental at the time. And whatdya know, almost 8 years later and I'm still referring to it. In this book, it talks about how the fast pace of our world has lent our society to more progress and less socializing. He suggests that due to the internet and other mediums, we can live a life that seems social, but require very little REAL interaction. Now, keep in mind, this was a year and a half before Facebook started. This man basically pulled a Nostradamus. I remember writing my report on this concept. I took a hypothetical man through the course of 1 day and showed how he could "seemingly" live a normal life, but never leave his computer. (Somewhat foreshadowing of some days in my current life.)

The title of the book came from the idea that people don't play intramural sports "for fun" anymore. Do YOU know anyone who plays in a bowling league? I won't go too much into detail, because I think you get the point. But, today, as I was playing kickball for the pure FUN OF IT, I was thinking about how cool it is that I have friends that still value this concept. Whether they know it or not, they value social capital. A group of 20-something kicking a big, red ball and running around some muddy bases doesn't really help any of us progress in our quest to climb any ladder in life EXCEPT......the social capital one. We are all a little richer, a little more fulfilled, a little happier, a little more at peace because we did something for the heck of it today. Thank you for that, you crazy ballers.

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It had to happen. This place needed some serious TLC. And nothin' feels better than laying on a bed that smell like Downy in a room full of vacuum stripes while Pine Sol floats through the air. Ahhhhhh....

Today was a reminder of why I will ALWAYS live in a place that has 4 seasons. 60 something degrees after weeks and weeks of weather in the 20/30's. It's just impossible to appreciate that if you live in Los Angeles. It is JUST like seasons in my life. Cold, cold, cold, cold, not-so-cold= one grateful girl. Not-so-cold, not-so-cold, not-so-cold= I don't even notice.

The change of seasons has and always will the ultimate reminder that 1. God is in control. (because if anybody else out there can explain how to manipulate the weather, I'd love to hear it.) and that 2. God has mercy on us. (because lets be honest. He doesn't HAVE to save us from the "Februaries"-the long winter blues, but he does.)

Of course, the only day that we've had nice weather this year just happened to be the only day I had available to clean house. Luckily, Downy dryer sheets are a pretty good substitute for fresh air....

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I cannot believe I'm 50 days into this thing. "This thing" being this project. But now that I think about it, this YEAR! Holy crap. I knew this blog would give me a new concept of time, and how precious it is became very evident to me today. 50 days into 2010 already. Makes me realize how fast our lives just---FLASH--then gone.

Speaking of getting the most out of life, J-Walk and I wrote a song I love today. (Just so you know, I rarely say that I wrote a good or bad song. I only judge my songs based on how much I like them. Because, lets be honest, who REALLY knows that they wrote something good. And what does good mean anyway? Good as in should be on the radio. Good as in it's honest. Good as in it's what your publisher wants. And on and on....) I have found there is a connection between songs of mine that I love and the songs that other people love. So.......

Bottom line: I love what we wrote today. In fact, I squealed. When I did so, Jason said that in the 2 or so years we've been writing, he's never seen me get excited like that. So take that for what it's worth.

I. LOVE. MUSIC.

P.S. If you thought I was going to give away the hook in this video....you're CRAZY :)

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Maybe I like to live on the edge. Or maybe I like to push the limits. Or maybe--JUST MAYBE--I was going to be late to my meeting if I stopped to get gas on the way.

Here's the truth. My gas tank isn't the only thing that been running on empty lately. My tear ducts have been working overtime too...because I've been nothing but a big old bawl baby for the past week. But here's the good news. Today I pulled myself out of it. I don't think it was a big coincidence that the weather got out of the 30's for the first time in awhile ;) The "Februaries" are real, people. I'm telling you. Take them seriously.

In other news, I had a meeting with some of my "team" today. Planning. Dreaming. Preparing. As we were sitting around a table plotting out a path, I was thinking how it is truly a gift to have someone who believes in you. I know at first read that sounds a little bit cheesy. But really guys. It is RARE. And carries so much weight. The transfer of belief impacts this world on a moment-by-moment basis.

Then I took it a bit further and started wondering if it is possible to love someone and not believe in them. What if you have a best friend who wants to be a painter, but you think they're a horrible artist? Is it possible to love them purely and fully without believing in them as a painter? I think belief is its own thing. Which makes me all the more grateful for the ones who believe in me. Because they sure as the sun don't HAVE to.

I wish for everyone in the world to have at least 1 person who just flat out believes in them. It's powerful.

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I may or may not have been watching the Olympics in-between songs during my round tonight. Go USA.

In other news, my friends Leah & Brandon (otherwise known as Coldwater Jane) just released the music vid for their first single. If you want a little sunshine in your day, go watch it HERE! They are beautiful, wonderful, and talented girls and have paid their dues. I am all for them. Hope you are too.

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My mom is the best. The fact that I'm almost 26 and still get homemade cookies in the shape of music notes frosted by Cooper....well, it brings a tear to my eye.

Today's belated package reminds me of V-Day 3 years ago.... Unbeknownst to me, Rodney had asked my parents' blessing to marry me at the previous Christmas. They said yes, of course. In that conversation he revealed that his plan was to propose on the upcoming Valentine's Day. Obviously I was oblivious to this fact.

So, you can imagine my shock when V-Day rolls around and I receive an ENORMOUS box from my parents. (Enormous meaning big enough to fit several microwaves in it.) It was full of V-Day everything....cookies, socks, journal, etc.. Not to mention, the sweetest, most-tear-jerking card. I remember at the time thinking "WOW. Mom pulled out all the stops this year!" Little did I know, it was because she thought that was the day I would get a ring.

Fast forward to March 13th. I call my parents screaming that "I'm getting marrieeeddddddd!!!" and their response.....WHEW! We thought something was wrong with you guys! Apparently, when I got no ring on VDay, they assumed the worst.

Well, the good news is this. I got engaged. I got married. And I still get amazing V-day packages from my mom. SCORE. SCORE. SCORE.

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Wrote a hundred-percenter today. In our little songwriting bubble, that means "she done wrote that there song all by herself." (in your best country accent) I don't know if it's any good or not, but I finished. I tend to start alot of songs by myself. But, I'll eventually throw em out half-written to other people and we'll finish together. On one hand it's good. Because other people have a lot to offer me in the realm of writing. But on another hand, I need to keep my songwriting engine running on all cylinders. And the best way to do that, in my opinion, is to write by myself. I don't need to rely on someone else to affirm my every idea/word/lyric/melody. I am forced to trust my own ears and most importantly, my own heart. Because that's essentially the gasoline for my songwriting engine....my heart. And when I'm in the room with somebody else, I am prone to forget that.

With that said, I didn't leave the house until about 7:00pm tonight. And that was only to go on a very fancy dinner to Fazoli's.... (hence the cameo directing appearance by RDC). I never said I was classy, people. Country, yes. Classy, no.

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Cards that say how you feel are sweet. But pancakes that say how you feel are sweeter. Literally.

In an effort to not spend any more time away from my Valentine than necessary, I'll keep today's post as short as possible. I don't know everything about love, but I do know this. Marrying your best friend is a good way to go.

I love him. More than ever.

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Anyone wondering where James Cameron got his inspiration for the creatures in Avatar hasn’t been underwater in awhile. Or to the Tennessee Aquarium in Chattanooga. It’s primo.

Here’s why: 1) Going into an aquarium is a great escape. Dim lighting and gobs of fish moving so gracefully thru aqua blue water is therapeutic. And lets be honest, who doesn’t need a little therapy? I forgot about money and emails and songs and calories for a few hours. 2) Looking at creatures that I don’t understand makes me feel small. Not insignificant. Just small enough to remember that the world does not revolve around me. That there is an entire globe that does not hang on my every thought and feeling. Thank GOD! And….. 3). Nothing reminds me of the magnitude of our God like nature. It makes my brain hurt to even attempt to conceptualize the fact that God made everything—from as small as the cells of a jellyfish to the depths of the ocean floor.

Everyday, the trees in my front yard photosynthesize carbon dioxide and water to create oxygen that I need to breathe in order to keep my heart beating. (Isn't that how that works? I've probably got it all wrong.) Regardless, it’s astonishing. I am surrounded by creation 24/7. But what's funny is that I have to go inside a man-made building in another city to look at some of it in a tank under artificial light to REMEMBER that.

There’s a tremendous beauty in every sunrise and every second that I breathe. I guess what I’m trying to say is that that’s the lesson in today. As captivating as those magical fishies were, the world right outside my front door is just as remarkable. I just need to look a little harder.

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It wasn't as smooth as it looks. Me and these two lovely young men....welp.....we just basically banged our heads against the wall working on a song for 5 hours today. 7 lines in 5 hours. It wasn't because we couldn't have finished it. We could have finished it in time to go grab lunch, coffee, and swing by Gigi's for cupcakes. But we set the bar really high today, and we refused to write anything that wasn't perfect. And it was frustrating as [whatever word you think has the most impact here]. Sometimes setting the bar as high as we did makes for a masterfully-crafted piece of work, and sometimes it makes for an uninspired, unemotional piece of crap. We won't know which it is until we finish another day. It's tricky for me sometimes, because I don't know where the perfect balance lies between inspiration and hard-work, the head and the heart, the voluntary and the involuntary with songwriting. Guess if I knew all that I'd already be rich :)

I'm absolutely exhausted. Tonight is the first night this week to get home before midnight. I just wanna crawl up and sleep for about 3 days. Clawson out.

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All work and no play up at Warner today ;) Markland brought his [amazing, respectful, adorable, precious] kids to work. Can I publicly proclaim my instant love for these boys? Aside from the fact that they are everything i just mentioned, they remind me of Riley and Cooper. In this case, Sam is to Riley (older bro) as Gus is to Cooper (little bro) . I just melted as I watched Sam let his little brother beat him in these hallway races. It reminded me of the beauty of brothers. I'm super thankful for mine. On another night, I would really elaborate on this topic. But here's the God honest truth. I am fried. Fried as the eggs I had for lunch (mwahahahaha...Noshville!).

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Today was straight-up chaos. But for about 5 minutes tonight at the Mayer concert, it faded away as I witnessed something rare on an artist level and beautiful on a human level. Have you ever seen a grown man cry on stage in front of 16,000 people? I hadn't either.

P.S. This video is worth watching to the end. The last few moments are the most profound in my opinion.

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Meet Lashawndalay.

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Today was a good day. I wrote with the lovely Liz Rose. She just so happened to win a Grammy about a week ago. But you would never know it. She's as humble as Kanye is proud :) We wrote a song that I love. That last sentence is a blessing. Because I don't get to say that every day, or every week or month for that matter. Like I mentioned a few days ago, sometimes the distance between the days you write songs you love can be grueling. When it is, it just makes days like this that much sweeter. What's even more, is I feel like I have a new friend. And that doesn't happen everyday either.

The goodness continues...

I had an AWESOME run this afternoon. It really stunk at the time, but when I push through like I did, it is so rewarding.

The goodness continues again....

I came home and read through about 100+ letters from the sweet kids at Horace Mann. If you missed it a few days ago, this school is performing several of my songs in their spring program. I made a visit on Friday to hear how they are coming along. I was truly blown away. Tonight I finally got a chance to sit down and read through their letters. I'm telling you, a child's mind is one of the most enchanting gifts to the world. The innocence. The honesty. The unfiltered opinions. The disregard for politics. And in some cases, the hilariosity. (I made that word up.) I picked my top 10 favorites. They were chosen for all different reasons. But I want to remember them and I want those kids to know that I sat here and read every word. And I loved every word.

So, let's review: 1 Liz Rose + 5 great miles + 100 sweet letters = 1 GOOD DAY.

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Yay for commercials that give you goosebumps...

Yay for queso...

Yay for an underdog victory...

Yay for an amazing weekend.

Boo to saying goodbye.

(Cooper built a fort in front of the front door so I couldn't leave today. Waterworks...)

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It was probably a dozen or so years ago, but I'll never forget the lime green velour v-neck shirt I wore the night I met Bryan White. That was a horrible shirt, but a huge moment. After all, he will always be the first "famous person" I ever met. Luckily when I told him about all that tonight (after I played a show w/ him in Hutch), he didn't cringe. Funny how, back then, you think you'll DIE if you get someone's autograph.........funny how you don't. Funny how you think you'll never grow up............funny how you do. :)

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Thank you, Horace Mann Elementary. You gave me the most amazing gift today. The reminder of how beautiful music can be in its purest form. And the reminder of why I fell in love with music in the first place. It wasn't about popularity. It wasn't about radio or publishing deals. It wasn't about who's cutting whose song. It wasn't about money. Don't get me wrong, all those things are very nice and I would like to experience a little bit of all of that in the future. But in the beginning, my love for songs was about taking a thought that was in my head and giving it life. Today was one the very first times I have gotten to see one of my songs come to life like this. And it. Was. Awesome.

I wrote this song with my dear friend Molly Reed and it just so happens to be her 25th birthday. Sooooo...I'm hoping that this video will kinda make up for the fact that I couldn't be with her to celebrate. Thank you Lord for Molly Reed & Horace Mann.

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He needs no introduction, but I will introduce him anyway. Mister Cooper Galyon. My youngest brother. It probably wasn't 20 minutes after I had walked in the door and dropped my bags, and he was already showing me his powerpoint presentation on China. Let me repeat that. Powerpoint. In 3rd grade. It's only a matter of time before he's giving me pointers on how to edit my vids. That'll be the day ;)

Anyway, he is one of the many reasons my feet touch Kansas soil as frequently as they do. He was 1 year and 1 month old when I moved out and left for Nashville. And as I look at the little man he is becoming, it's almost like he's a tangible reminder of how much life has happened since that move. He could barely walk when I left and now he's capable of launching missiles from a Mac (or at least coming close to it). I hadn't written a single song or driven on the interstate when he was born and now I'm...well...doing alot of both of those things everyday. It's almost like we've grown up together. But apart.

I was so afraid when I decided to move to Nash that Cooper (and Riley) weren't going to know me anymore. I was afraid they'd forget me with time. I thought that someday I might walk in the front door and they wouldn't know who I was. Not in a "I've never seen this person before" kinda way. But more of a "you're just some girl that I'm related to" kinda way. So, much to the dismay of my employer at the time, and contrary to "cool college kid" behavior, I came home ALOT. And I guess I just never stopped. Because I've been in Nashville for almost 8 years now. And today, Cooper called me on my way home from the airport just to tell me he got a new pair of jeans that are "really cool cause they're more fitted in the leg". Now you don't do that to just "some girl".

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There it is, kids. All you ever needed to know about the music business. HA. That is the ever-so-eloquent Chris Tompkins. It's actually ironic that Chris volunteered to pour such wisdom (wink wink) into my life tonight, because I've had a challenging couple of days where the music biz is concerned. I know it's not "rockstar-like" to admit things like this, but I'm going to anyway. Cause it's honest. And what's better than honest.

One of the hardest things about reaching for something high, is having to fight the voices that tell you how much you have to lose if you don't ever get there. And I think that I can speak for many songwriters when I say that there is never real a point where you can claim that you KNOW what you're doing, because songs are gifts. And so you just show up everyday working hard, in hopes that God will gift you with something special. And then you keep showing up hoping that He'll gift you with another one. But sometimes the distance in between those "special" days can be great. Those days for me are dangerous, because although they're opportunities to be faithful, patient and self-motivated, I have to fight off the voices of doubt. The voices that say "you're not a good writer" or "you just got lucky a few times" or "there aren't anymore good songs inside of you" or "you're wasting your time" or "you're not really that unique".....I could go on. But I won't.

I don't really have a big point to make. Or any kind of resolve to these periods of time, other than the obvious. Which is to be faithful. And to know that God is in control. I mean, REALLY know. But I'm human. And i get scared. I wanted to share this, not to gain sympathy or to discourage anyone. I wanted to let anybody else out there who is tirelessly chasing something know that you're not alone if you want it so bad it hurts.

I was telling my husband last night that I feel like I'm the character in a movie who is so in love with someone that they'd go to any length to get them. But that other person hardly even remember their name. And the longer this person goes w/o getting the guy or getting the girl, the more they want them. It doesn't mean that he or she's giving up at all. Isn't it so amazing at the end of that movie when they are finally kissing and everything is in slow motion? In much the same way, that's what I'm holding out for with my music. That moment when all the time it took to get there just disappears and it's so sweet it feels like it's happening in slow motion. But for now, I'm just going to settle for wanting it so bad it hurts. And writing with Chris Tompkins.

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I would like to see the percentage of shelf space devoted to candy in the month of February compared to all other months. Preferably in the form of a pie chart, because they make me think of pie. Which makes me think of cake. Which makes me think of ice cream. AHHHHHH.....can you tell I'm having a woman moment?

I went in to Walgreens today for a pair of two-dollar socks. I was literally recited "bikini, bikini, bikini...." in my head as I walked in--that is the best strategy I have come up with to restrain myself in the past. Guess it wasn't as fool-proof a plan as I had thought. Cause I caved. The culprit? Sweettarts. Honestly, what 25 year-old still eats that stuff? I am a mess.

Instead of taking full responsibility like an adult, I'm choosing to chalk this up to obnoxious, excessive amounts of candy displays coupled with a certain hormonal condition.

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Who doesn't wish their initials were Z.Z.? Happy 1 Year to Zion Zobrist. ZZ is the first member of the "next generation" of my college girlfriends. When i saw his beautiful mama Julianna today, I wanted to tell her congratulations. Not that I know from personal experience, but that first year is a year full of sacrifice as a parent. She really handles motherhood with grace and charm. Her hubby's career demands that they travel most of the year. So, I've not gotten the chance to log a great deal of time with this little man or his mama lately, so I was so so so happy to have gotten to share this moment with them.

Zion's birthday = Nicolle's lucky day

(The other beautiful boy in this video is Brooks Dillard. He and Zion are best buds and were born 2 days apart. He really went to town on his cake. Priceless.)

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In lieu of giving my honest opinion about the 52nd Grammy Awards, I will only be giving life to the good things that happened tonight:

• Lady Gaga & Elton John. EPIC.
• Pink de Soleil. three thumbs up.
• Lady Antebellum. no props/frills necessary.
• Zac Brown Band. experience + hardwork wins eventually.
• Carrie Underwood's look almost equalled her voice. and that's REALLY hard to do.
• Justin Beiber is/was/always cute.
• Beyonce. you are beyond goddess status.
• Rihanna. Lets be friends. Call me.
• Kings of Leon. Hometown boys represent!

For the most part, Nashville stole the whole stinkin' show. As for me, I've got a head cold that is stealing my show. ICK. But before I leave I have to say....1 month down, 11 to go!!!!!!!!!

P.S. Rick won. But we were all so exhausted from the show, that no snowballs were thrown.