Archive | January, 2005

High Fidelity Series: Insensitive Song Lyrics

28 Jan

As I was listening to Internet Radio, a favorite song from the past came on… Insensitive. I remember that this song really spoke to me when Darryl broke up with me, but you have to wait for Darryl’s story, because he won’t hit the spotlight for a few more entries. Until then, this will give you an idea of his impact on me back in college.

Insensitive by Jann Arden

How do you cool your lips
After a summer’s kiss
How do you rid the sweat
After the body bliss
How do you turn your eyes
From the romantic glare
How do you block the sound
Of a voice you’d know anywhere

Oh, I really should have known
By the time you drove me home
By the vagueness in your eyes
Casual good-byes
By the chill in your embrace
The expression on your face
That told me
You might have some advice to give
On how to be

How do you numb your skin
After the warmest touch
How do you slow your blood
After the body rush
How do you free your soul
After you’ve found a friend
How do you teach your heart
It’s a crime to fall in love again

Oh, you probably won’t remember me
It’s probably ancient history
I’m one of the chosen few
Who went ahead and fell for you
I’m out of vogue, I’m out of touch
I fell too fast, I feel too much
I thought that you might have
Some advice to give on how to be

High Fidelity Series: The Man That Turned Me Away from Religion

27 Jan

I took a brief hiatus from the High Fidelity Series, but I’m back… I received numerous comments/e-mails about my high school stories, but I’m sorry to tell you people that it’s now time to move into the college years. However, based on your response, I may return to the high school days for a chronicle of funny memories…

OK, so Freshman year in college… The year is 1997, and I was still getting used to my newly found freedom. (You know, freedom from parental oversight, curfues, etc.) But I was still very religious, as I had been for a good portion of my life. I attended church every
Sunday, went to a women’s Bible study, and joined Campus Crusade for Christ.

I think I met Blake through Campus Crusade for Christ. (Disclaimer: I don’t have anything against this organization. They just seemed to be a collection of freaks at my school at that particular time.) Blake was studying to become a minister.

We dated for a few months, and let me tell you, that minister in the making screwed with my mind. We’d kiss, and then the next day, he’d tell me that we really shouldn’t be kissing because it would make our minds wander, and that was a sin, etc., etc., etc. Then, the next time I saw him, he’d want to make out, and then would lay a guilt trip on me again. I swear it was like dating a man with a personality disorder.

Blake was also strongly opposed to alcohol consumption. Considering at that point in my life, I had never been drunk, and had only had small amounts of alcohol with my parents, this wasn’t a problem.

Until one day, when I went to a party and drank a beer.

I mentioned that to Blake the next day, and all hell broke loose. All kinds of mentions of sin and hell and alcoholism…

Man, I had a beer. There’s no sin in that. Granted I was only 18, but still, it was just a beer.

Over Christmas break while my brothers and I were all home for the holidays, I invited Blake over to rent a movie.

Now my brothers knew about Blake’s borderline religious freakiness, and decided to play with him. Unbenownst to me, they invited over a few friends, cracked open some alcohol and arranged a poker game with my parents and their friends at the kitchen table. By the time Blake arrived, the poker game was in full swing, and they were (purposely, I think) being loud and using profanities.

In fact, I think there were a few ‘God Damnits’ and ‘Jesus H. Christs’ thrown in for good measure.

I remember Blake and I sitting in the attached family room about 2 feet from the TV because we could hardly hear with all the commotion that was being made in the kitchen. I was so embarrassed and livid with my brothers… And parents, who seemed to be playing along.

It was about one or two weeks after this little episode that Blake called me and said that he thought it was best that we didn’t see each other anymore. Actually, I think he worded it that we needed to take a break from each other.

It was that momentous opportunity that I chose to get drunk for the first time ever. In my dorm room, Amber and I mixed up some Kool-Aid and Smith’s brand Vodka (the ultimate in a cheap college drink), and I proceeded to drink it with a vengence.

I was also very sick with a cold at the time, and was on the verge of losing my voice.

At one point, I decided that I needed to call Blake to announce to him that I was drunk. Ha! How funny would that be?!

Well, Blake wasn’t home, and I think I left him at least three messages in my horribly hoarse voice saying, ‘Blake, I’m druuuuunnnkkkkkkk. What do you think about that?’ or ‘Blake, I’m drinking Smith’s Brand Vooooooodkaaaaaa.’

On a sidenote about that night, Amber was wise enough to turn on the tape recorder, so I have a priceless tape of me the first time I was ever drunk. You can hear me ramble on about Blake, and about Smith’s Brand Vodka, which is charcol filtered, nonetheless, and how I needed my DCT lip balm. Somewhere along the line, Amber invited over Rob and Tim to see the spectacle of drunk Lynnette in her dorm room.

The three of them chatted with me (this is all on the tape), and then one of them (let me note that all three of them were sober, as this was a school night) decided that it would be tons of fun for us all to take a shower together fully clothed.

Even my first-time-ever-drunk-self saw that this was a stupid and ridiculous idea, but they then decided they were going to force me into the shower with all my clothes on. Perhaps it was a ploy to sober me up.

I would have none of that.

Being thrown in the shower with all of my clothes on was the worst possible fate I could think of at that point in time, so I crawled under my bed and grabbed on as the three of them tried to pull me out to put me in the shower.

On the tape, you can hear the drunk hoarse me protesting, and I think they just eventually gave up, because I know they never got me into the shower fully clothed.

Anyway, back to Blake. I later found out that the reason why he broke up with me was that he was dating some MARRIED 26 year-old woman in the Campus Crusade for Christ. I am so serious. And then, I kept finding out how hypocritical those Campus Crusaders were, and I found myself unable and unwilling to deal with that hypocracy. I stopped going to church, started going to more parties, and I didn’t find myself wanting to go back to church or think about religion until I graduated from college.

It’s not that I became an athiest. It’s not that I went wild or did crazy things. Yes, I went to parties and drank but that was really the extent of it. It was kind of like I was saying, ‘God, I believe in you, but I’m really fed up right now, so I’ll come back to you when I’m ready.’

And I did. Although I haven’t really been a regular church-goer for a while, I think that the big man and I are on good terms now, and I definitely turn to him for guidance and support.

So there you have it. The story of Blake, the man that turned me away from religion and drove me to drinking. Blake ended up getting married to a younger girl in our junior year of college. During my senior year, I had the pleasure of having a class with him. It was in a big lecture hall, and I recall seeing him come in late and sit down at the back of the class, but I never acknowledged his presence. Take that!

I’m sure he’s a minister somewhere, confusing the minds of his entire congregation. Isn’t that a comforting thought?

And before I end this entry, I just want to say that I now think my family’s staged poker game was a really funny idea. They’re not heathens… Just lovable people with a REALLY GOOD sense of humor. I just wish someone had tape recorded that incident!

New URL Needed

26 Jan

My URL of is about to expire, and well, since I’m no longer Lynnette Cook, I figure that it is time for me to change my URL. That is the problem… I’m not quite sure what I’d like to change it to. I need your help.

Should I go with the new Re-Bellin theme? If so, should I do a hyphen? (I think that could be annoying in telling people the address.) Or, should I go with my name again, or perhaps…. Or, one final option would be According to my mother-in-law, Bellin might have come from the Polish name Bellinski, plus it’d be a good play on one of my favorite sports — skiing!

Here’s a poll. Let me know what you think! (I can’t figure out why this poll is inserting a ton of white space, so scroll down if you don’t see the poll box.)

What should my new URL be?
Other (please make suggestions!)


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January Pictures

26 Jan

Here are a few more pics I grabbed off the digital camera today.

On the day that the newspaper headline read ‘NORTHERN NEVADANS URGED TO STAY HOME’, we decided to head up to the mountains for some serious powder skiing. We drove up in the middle of the storm, and JB found that he could see where he was driving better if he wore his goggles. I told him he looked like a gaper.
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I think the mountains got like 9 feet of snow from that storm. Here is a picture of a truck that was completely buried by snow up at the ski resort.
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And finally, I decided I wanted a high res pic of the Black Dog Club, so I caught them again right before bedtime.
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Honeymoon Pics

26 Jan

My digital camera LCD crapped out on our honeymoon, so we used it for one day and then opted to use an old fashioned film camera. The digital camera is now fixed, and today I grabbed the photos off of the card. I was thrilled to have some additional Honeymoon pics that I didn’t know we had. And since I didn’t manage to scan in any of the film pics we got, this is all you’re going to get!

This is the jacuzzi suite where we spent our wedding night.
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JB drinking wine out of a champagne glass on our wedding night.
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Jacuzzi tub… Mmmmmmmm….
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JB in his robe…
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JB looking at a map in our hotel room in Naples.
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View from our hotel room in Naples. This is Piazza Garibaldi.
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Our first Italian Bidet.
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This was a really cool outdoor plaza that we stumbled upon in Naples on our way to catch the hydrofoil to Capri. Look closely and you’ll see JB.
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Another shot of that plaza.
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Poor JB didn’t really fit in Europe because Europeans are short and he is very tall. I thought the fact that he could see over the shower curtain was pretty funny.
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And with that, on our first day in Italy, is where we decided to stop using the digital camera because we weren’t sure if it was really capturing images.

My Online Hero

25 Jan

I am now upgraded to MovableType 3.14, in an unending battle against evil comment spammers. I was scared to do the upgrade myself because my last attempt at upgrading this site ended up costing me over $300 in technical support, and I was offline for three weeks… Anyways, Kristen of Krisalis came to the rescue, demonstrating the kindness of strangers.

I have never met Kristen, but have been reading her site for a while. We’ve exchanged a few comments on our blogs, and she has now given me technical help with this site TWICE. That, ladies and gents, is pretty darn amazing to me. Funny how the world of blogs creates a new community.


More Camera Phone Fun

25 Jan

Have you ever tried to take a picture of three very active dogs? It’s nearly impossible. But last night, I had the great idea to take a picture of the Black Dog Club, as I like to call our pooches, right before they went to sleep. This is my favorite time with the dogs, as they’re all very huggable and lovey when they’re on their beds.

So, without further ado, here is the Black Dog Club… On your left is Shadow, our black lab/shepard mix, in the middle is Tucker, the black lab/border collie mix, and on the right is Heidi, the Rottweiler.


The Reno area has had some very uncharacteristic fog in the area for the past 9 days. This is a pic I shot on my way to work last week:


Here is a shot of the scenery on our way to ski at Kirkwood on Sunday:

Here is a shot on our way home from skiing. There was fog in the valley, and you could see the full moon:


And finally, here is a pic of JB. He has become quite the wine connoisseur as of late, so I had him pose for this pic by our wine rack. You can see me taking the picture in the mirror. You can also see my electric piano (aka Clavinova).