I love how music takes you to people and places in your head.
I heard a song on pandora today and I was instantly transported to my workout routine in '98.
Then I thought, wouldn't correlating music with certain memories make a good blog post?
Then I thought, well it would be interesting to at least like 4 of my readers. And since I probably only have like 4 readers that would make 100%!
So if you don't find this interesting sorry, but please don't burst my bubble and tell me.
Here is just a few musical correlations I have in my head:
It's My Prerogative makes me think of rollerskating (badly) at Skateland.
Ace of Base reminds me of youth group trips to Lake Geneva.
Be My Lover and Another Night makes me think of riding around in my friend's red chevette in high school.
Any Sublime or Better then Ezra song makes me think of one of my college roommates.
Gettin' Jiggy With It make me think of another.
The entire Refreshment's album reminds me of a friend who lived across the hall from me my freshman year.
Otherside reminds me of chilling out in the social room of my dorm in England.
Rest Stop reminds me of a breakup.
Because I Got High reminds me of my first date with my husband (and no, we did not get high mom.)
Hunger Strike reminds me of my husband's love of all things Pearl Jam. It also makes me think of car rides.
The Luckiest reminds me of my wedding.
We're Going Down reminds be of driving to my never ending OB appointments while I was pregnant with my son. It was like it was on every. single. time.
Sweet Escape reminds me of my son dancing in his car seat as a toddler.
So there is few.
Do you correlate any music with me?
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Monday, May 23, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
On Quick Take Friday- May 20th Edition
7 Random Thoughts
1. You cannot be a feminist and be against a woman's right to choose what goes on inside her body. Sorry. Dress it up however you want, but you cannot be pro-woman and take away rights to her body. Birth complications and unsafe abortions are some of the highest causes of death for young women across the globe. So taking away safe abortions when they are wanted/warranted is in many cases inviting death, not life.
2. Haha, this is my blog so I can talk about whatever the heck I want.
3. I only got ten bags of rock moved onto our new landscape project before my kid skinned up her knee and we had to go inside. One day the project will be done.
4. Thank you Angela for the clothes yesterday!
5. I have had the meow mix commercial song in my head for 2 days now. Help.
6. Why does insurance have to be so complicated? The glasses we picked out for my son got held up because the vision insurance provider is in the middle of a lawsuit with the frames manufacturer. Really? I just want the stoopid glasses please.
7. I really like the swear word wanker, but I cannot use it because I would sound totally pretentious using it in everyday life. Sad.
1. You cannot be a feminist and be against a woman's right to choose what goes on inside her body. Sorry. Dress it up however you want, but you cannot be pro-woman and take away rights to her body. Birth complications and unsafe abortions are some of the highest causes of death for young women across the globe. So taking away safe abortions when they are wanted/warranted is in many cases inviting death, not life.
2. Haha, this is my blog so I can talk about whatever the heck I want.
3. I only got ten bags of rock moved onto our new landscape project before my kid skinned up her knee and we had to go inside. One day the project will be done.
4. Thank you Angela for the clothes yesterday!
5. I have had the meow mix commercial song in my head for 2 days now. Help.
6. Why does insurance have to be so complicated? The glasses we picked out for my son got held up because the vision insurance provider is in the middle of a lawsuit with the frames manufacturer. Really? I just want the stoopid glasses please.
7. I really like the swear word wanker, but I cannot use it because I would sound totally pretentious using it in everyday life. Sad.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
On My Three Year Old's Morning
Three year olds are mysterious.
Even after having 2 I still haven't quite figured them out.
Example:
6:45 this morning I was sleeping soundly. I had slept through my husband's alarm and him getting out of bed.
I was awakened from this deep sleep by a scratching noise in my closet.
We have a little cat who likes to go into the closet and jump on some boxes I store in there. So being the morning person I am I mumble, "Knock it off kitty!" and throw my headband (that was sitting on my nightstand) at the closet door.
The noise stopped. I figured I had startled the cat enough to get her to stop and drifted back to a light sleep.
Then a few minutes later a creepy singing noise starts coming from the closet. It doesn't really sound like my kid. So I get worried that I am being visited by the children of the corn or a poltergeist.
Then, right as I was starting to get concerned, out of my closet pops my daughter.
I ask her what she was doing in there and she says she wanted to go in there to play with her doll. I ask if her dad brought her into our room and she says, no she came in on her own.
I am not at all sure what her thought process was and why she felt the need to play in my closet in the dark, but whatever.
So then I ask how long she has been out of bed, but since she has no real concept of time she cannot answer that to my satisfaction.
She does tell me that she woke up because she wanted a poptart, but she couldn't get the box open.
I later find the poptart box has teeth marks on it.
Such are the ways of the mysterious three year old...
Even after having 2 I still haven't quite figured them out.
Example:
6:45 this morning I was sleeping soundly. I had slept through my husband's alarm and him getting out of bed.
I was awakened from this deep sleep by a scratching noise in my closet.
We have a little cat who likes to go into the closet and jump on some boxes I store in there. So being the morning person I am I mumble, "Knock it off kitty!" and throw my headband (that was sitting on my nightstand) at the closet door.
The noise stopped. I figured I had startled the cat enough to get her to stop and drifted back to a light sleep.
Then a few minutes later a creepy singing noise starts coming from the closet. It doesn't really sound like my kid. So I get worried that I am being visited by the children of the corn or a poltergeist.
Then, right as I was starting to get concerned, out of my closet pops my daughter.
I ask her what she was doing in there and she says she wanted to go in there to play with her doll. I ask if her dad brought her into our room and she says, no she came in on her own.
I am not at all sure what her thought process was and why she felt the need to play in my closet in the dark, but whatever.
So then I ask how long she has been out of bed, but since she has no real concept of time she cannot answer that to my satisfaction.
She does tell me that she woke up because she wanted a poptart, but she couldn't get the box open.
I later find the poptart box has teeth marks on it.
Such are the ways of the mysterious three year old...
Sunday, May 15, 2011
On Tribes and Communism
So, I used to belong to a parenting group. Some of you reading this are probably in that group or are former members. Often, this group refers to itself as a "tribe".
About once every couple months someone would lament about not living in a communal society/compound where we would grow our own food, take care of each other's kids, and sing kumbaya around a bonfire every night roasting organic marshmallows.
Does this sound nice? In a dirty hippie, don't shave your arm pits sort of way, yes.
In reality though? It would never ever ever ever ever in a hundred million years work out.
Here is what would happen if we all moved into a communist society together:
Fights! Lots of Bitching! Starvation!
Everyone likes the idea of communal babysitting. It sounds nice. It takes a village blah, blah, blah. But. Big but (and I cannot lie) there is no way every one would take turns nicely. Some would take advantage of others generosity and never pitch in (or pitch in just enough to fly under the radar), while others would work their butts off taking turns for other people. Bitterness would be seeded and cultivated as some took on work for others. Everyone likes the idea of being helped, but not a lot of people want to do the helping.
The communal farm would go the same way. 2 or 3 people would farm while everyone else gave ideas on farming. There probably would not be enough food to last the winter and then we would have to eat tree bark or something.
The bonfire would probably be well attended every night, but it would be a dangerous situation to have the embittered so close to the lazy near an open flame. Plus if we are going to have to eat tree bark it is prob not a good idea to waste it every night on a bonfire.
So there you have it. Communist living at its finest. Who wants to live with the tribe?
(To the few of you who will get bunched panties over this: I see you are upset. What feelings can I reflect back to you to make you feel better about this blog? :P)
see also: I really do love most of you. This was written in good fun. :P
About once every couple months someone would lament about not living in a communal society/compound where we would grow our own food, take care of each other's kids, and sing kumbaya around a bonfire every night roasting organic marshmallows.
Does this sound nice? In a dirty hippie, don't shave your arm pits sort of way, yes.
In reality though? It would never ever ever ever ever in a hundred million years work out.
Here is what would happen if we all moved into a communist society together:
Fights! Lots of Bitching! Starvation!
Everyone likes the idea of communal babysitting. It sounds nice. It takes a village blah, blah, blah. But. Big but (and I cannot lie) there is no way every one would take turns nicely. Some would take advantage of others generosity and never pitch in (or pitch in just enough to fly under the radar), while others would work their butts off taking turns for other people. Bitterness would be seeded and cultivated as some took on work for others. Everyone likes the idea of being helped, but not a lot of people want to do the helping.
The communal farm would go the same way. 2 or 3 people would farm while everyone else gave ideas on farming. There probably would not be enough food to last the winter and then we would have to eat tree bark or something.
The bonfire would probably be well attended every night, but it would be a dangerous situation to have the embittered so close to the lazy near an open flame. Plus if we are going to have to eat tree bark it is prob not a good idea to waste it every night on a bonfire.
So there you have it. Communist living at its finest. Who wants to live with the tribe?
(To the few of you who will get bunched panties over this: I see you are upset. What feelings can I reflect back to you to make you feel better about this blog? :P)
see also: I really do love most of you. This was written in good fun. :P
Friday, May 13, 2011
On Quick Take Friday- May 13 Edition
7 Random Thoughts
1. Pomegranate schnapps and sierra mist tastes like cranberry sierra mist. Dangerous!
2. Today is Friday the 13th. I have always liked Friday the 13ths. My son was born on a Friday the 13th. I used to have fun slumber parties and watch cheesy slasher flicks on Friday the 13th. I also heart Halloween.
3. Regina Spektor is still extremely awesome. Even if (or maybe because) she makes random dolphin noises in songs.
4. I had a stressful day with my son at the eye doctor today. He needs glasses for hyperopia. I feel bad we never noticed, but I guess it is common not to notice in young kids because they overcompensate with other eye muscles which can lead to lazy eyes or cross eyes. So I am glad we caught everything so we wont have to deal with that down the road.
5. I am going to brag that my kid has been able to read since he was 4. Brag, brag, brag. Like really read, he and his dad read small chapter star wars books together and trade off pages.
6. Yes, I am raising a nerd. I am okay with that.
7. My son and his friends apparently played bounty hunters at preschool. I wonder what their teachers thought of that. When I asked him what bounty hunters did he told me, "There is no where to hide from a bounty hunter." Some day I expect he will grow a mullet and chase people around Hawaii.
1. Pomegranate schnapps and sierra mist tastes like cranberry sierra mist. Dangerous!
2. Today is Friday the 13th. I have always liked Friday the 13ths. My son was born on a Friday the 13th. I used to have fun slumber parties and watch cheesy slasher flicks on Friday the 13th. I also heart Halloween.
3. Regina Spektor is still extremely awesome. Even if (or maybe because) she makes random dolphin noises in songs.
4. I had a stressful day with my son at the eye doctor today. He needs glasses for hyperopia. I feel bad we never noticed, but I guess it is common not to notice in young kids because they overcompensate with other eye muscles which can lead to lazy eyes or cross eyes. So I am glad we caught everything so we wont have to deal with that down the road.
5. I am going to brag that my kid has been able to read since he was 4. Brag, brag, brag. Like really read, he and his dad read small chapter star wars books together and trade off pages.
6. Yes, I am raising a nerd. I am okay with that.
7. My son and his friends apparently played bounty hunters at preschool. I wonder what their teachers thought of that. When I asked him what bounty hunters did he told me, "There is no where to hide from a bounty hunter." Some day I expect he will grow a mullet and chase people around Hawaii.
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