My senior year of college, the fabric softener in my walk in closet decided it wanted to see if it could fly, so it took a leap. This leap, some five feet off the ground, informed the bottle of fabric softener that it could not fly, as it broke into a million little pieces and its guts went everywhere.
I was sitting at my desk, more than likely not working on anything important, when the bottle tried to fly. I heard something fall in the closet. I turned around and saw nothing, so I turned back around. However, in a few minutes, I began to smell fabric softener. Granted, my room was above the laundry room, but usually I did not smell laundry, dirty or clean. The only time my room smelled was during the weekends when the trash got out of control, then it smelled horrible. Other than that, it was the first time I had a smell free room.
I stood up and followed my nose to the walk in closet and discovered the floor was covered and soaked in fabric softener. The whole bottle had shattered (even thought it was plastic) and there was a whole bottle worth of frabic softener all over the carpet. It was a brand new bottle too. Brand new, shiny and broken.
I had no clue how to clean up the massive puddle of fabric softener. All I knew was it smelled REALLY strong and I was getting a headache. I think I used my towel to clean it up and then ran down to the laundry room with a pile of quarters and washed the towels and anything else I had used to clean it up. For months, though, there was a dark spot where the bottle had fallen. For months, the room totally reeked of fabric softener. You'd think after smelling the smell for months, I'd remember the sent. I do not. I have no clue. All I remember is that when Pilot Boy came to visit me the first time he commented how nice it smelled and when I moved out my dad asked me what had spilled on the floor.
Last Monday, I was doing laundry. Pilot Boy was home and I had been rather angry at him because he refuses to put his dirty clothes in the basket and thus I never know what is clean or dirty. I was doing the last load for the night and picked up the bottle of fabric softener to shake it. (Its the fancy stuff you have to shake for some reason.) I guess I had failed to put the cap on right because one aggressive shake and I was covered in pink goop. I had been talking and ceased, so Pilot Boy came to check it out. I was standing there, covered in pink goop. And of course, he laughed at me. I began laughing too, as it was totally my fault. My sweater was soaked in fabric softener, as was the shirt on under the sweater. I had it all over my face and in my hair. I went upstairs, washed my face, changed my clothes and cleaned up the mess that did not get all over him.
Throughout the night though, I kept getting wiffs of the fabric softener. It seemed to have seeped into my skin. I was worried I'd smell like fabric softener for weeks. I don't. Skin doesn't hold fabric softener like fabric does. In college, when the bottle fell in the closet, my clothes forever smelled like fabric softener. I no longer needed it to make them smell, because they just smelled like it. It over powered my perfume it was so strong. I have yet to see how my sweater fared after I washed it. I bet it'll forever smell like spiced whatever.
17 October 2010
16 October 2010
Back on the Mac Wagon
When I was born, there was an Apple computer in my house (or I think there was, there was one when I was a baby, I know that). I have always lived in a house with an Apple computer. I had no clue how to use a Windows computer till I was in high school. I only learned because my dad bought one in case he had to join the real world again and find a job. (He did not, but he did have to know how to use a Windows Machine.)
I went off to college without a computer. I don't remember why we all thought I did not need a computer, but for some unknown reason, we all thought I could just use the computer labs. Least to day, the first week I was there, most of the computer labs were closed and after they were open, it kind of sucked going to the computer lab and saving things to hard disks (yes, we still used disks back then). I began my campagin for a Mac. I told my dad I wanted an iPod.
Yes, I wanted an iPod. However, to me the iPod was the pod like Mac I had seen on the website. He wrote me back asking if I had meant the iMac. He sent along a picture. And I said, "Yeah, the pod one."
He was confused on why I did not want a laptop. I do not remember why I did not want a laptop either. I wanted the pod computer. So, for parents weekend, they appeared with the pod computer and I loved it dearly.
Then I went to Scotland. Pod (later named Milo) and I could not travel to Scotland as we traveled to Beloit. (Milo traveled in a clothes basket. I am serious. He traveled in a clothes basket surrounded by blankets and sheets and my robe. He traveled like that to St. Louis and then Del Rio. He traveled without the basket to Alaska, but was packed in with his blankets and sheets.) Naturally, i wanted a MacBook to take to Scotland. However, my father could not fathom paying for a MacBook that I'd use for two years and need a new one. Somehow, he talked me into getting a Dell computer with the promise of getting me a MacBook for graduation.
He claims not to remember that promise. Least to say, I did not get a MacBook for graduation. They gave me a car which they had all ready given me. They later gave me the same car after I got married. Yes, they gave me the same car three different times. Anyways, so the Dell Laptop remained me with till this past winter when, poor Jess got very old. I got him in 2003. He lived to 2009! It was much longer than anyone thought he would live, as he was always kind of...special. He went to Scotland and behaved (other than not wanting to import a McFly CD and then refusing to connect to the University internet...) but once he came home, he began to act funny. He basically acted like a moody teenager for the rest of his life. My dad rebuilt Jess a few times, added a new hardrive and memory at one point when Jess refused to run Photoshop (a new harddrive and memory was cheaper than a new laptop at the time.) I finally decided Jess had to go when he REFUSED to run Photoshop and I needed to run Ireland Scott Designs. I ended up having to use my brother's computer to edit my photos and build my banners. Jess, it became clear, was not up to the challenge of running anything in general. The weekend it took him three days to back himself, it was clear new computer was needed.
After much research and looking at laptops, I gave in and decided I'd just get another Windows laptop, as the kind I wanted in windows was 200 dollars cheaper than a MacBook. So I got Hewie the HP Laptop. He crashed and died six months ago and went off to HP Land to be fixed. He returned and I found out I am missing a ton of stuff I thought was backed up, but it vanished into the nether world. Major sad face.
Pilot Boy came with his laptop (Merv) and Merv kinda died around the same time Jess retired. Merv did not all out die, just refused to operate with a battery, thus he was usable to be a laptop. Merv was also super slow, so we got Pilot Boy a net book after he decided he really did not want an iPad. Pilot Boy then parted with his net book (Hubert) when the backpack Hubert was in was driven off without Pilot Boy in the state of Georgia. Now, because of Pilot Boy's job, he leaves a lot and needs a laptop when he leaves. So, we once again began looking for a new computer.
At some point, Pilot Boy decided he liked Macs and did not hate them. He decided we needed a Mac in our lives (even though he hates iTunes). From a price point, an iMac made more sense than another laptop, as in reality, we do not need two laptops. So, I told him he could take Hewie off with him flying all over the world (it'll be an exciting life for Hewie), and I'd keep the iMac with me here at home.
The only thing, I don't think this new version of the iMac will travel well in a clothes basket....
I went off to college without a computer. I don't remember why we all thought I did not need a computer, but for some unknown reason, we all thought I could just use the computer labs. Least to day, the first week I was there, most of the computer labs were closed and after they were open, it kind of sucked going to the computer lab and saving things to hard disks (yes, we still used disks back then). I began my campagin for a Mac. I told my dad I wanted an iPod.
Yes, I wanted an iPod. However, to me the iPod was the pod like Mac I had seen on the website. He wrote me back asking if I had meant the iMac. He sent along a picture. And I said, "Yeah, the pod one."
He was confused on why I did not want a laptop. I do not remember why I did not want a laptop either. I wanted the pod computer. So, for parents weekend, they appeared with the pod computer and I loved it dearly.
Then I went to Scotland. Pod (later named Milo) and I could not travel to Scotland as we traveled to Beloit. (Milo traveled in a clothes basket. I am serious. He traveled in a clothes basket surrounded by blankets and sheets and my robe. He traveled like that to St. Louis and then Del Rio. He traveled without the basket to Alaska, but was packed in with his blankets and sheets.) Naturally, i wanted a MacBook to take to Scotland. However, my father could not fathom paying for a MacBook that I'd use for two years and need a new one. Somehow, he talked me into getting a Dell computer with the promise of getting me a MacBook for graduation.
He claims not to remember that promise. Least to say, I did not get a MacBook for graduation. They gave me a car which they had all ready given me. They later gave me the same car after I got married. Yes, they gave me the same car three different times. Anyways, so the Dell Laptop remained me with till this past winter when, poor Jess got very old. I got him in 2003. He lived to 2009! It was much longer than anyone thought he would live, as he was always kind of...special. He went to Scotland and behaved (other than not wanting to import a McFly CD and then refusing to connect to the University internet...) but once he came home, he began to act funny. He basically acted like a moody teenager for the rest of his life. My dad rebuilt Jess a few times, added a new hardrive and memory at one point when Jess refused to run Photoshop (a new harddrive and memory was cheaper than a new laptop at the time.) I finally decided Jess had to go when he REFUSED to run Photoshop and I needed to run Ireland Scott Designs. I ended up having to use my brother's computer to edit my photos and build my banners. Jess, it became clear, was not up to the challenge of running anything in general. The weekend it took him three days to back himself, it was clear new computer was needed.
After much research and looking at laptops, I gave in and decided I'd just get another Windows laptop, as the kind I wanted in windows was 200 dollars cheaper than a MacBook. So I got Hewie the HP Laptop. He crashed and died six months ago and went off to HP Land to be fixed. He returned and I found out I am missing a ton of stuff I thought was backed up, but it vanished into the nether world. Major sad face.
Pilot Boy came with his laptop (Merv) and Merv kinda died around the same time Jess retired. Merv did not all out die, just refused to operate with a battery, thus he was usable to be a laptop. Merv was also super slow, so we got Pilot Boy a net book after he decided he really did not want an iPad. Pilot Boy then parted with his net book (Hubert) when the backpack Hubert was in was driven off without Pilot Boy in the state of Georgia. Now, because of Pilot Boy's job, he leaves a lot and needs a laptop when he leaves. So, we once again began looking for a new computer.
At some point, Pilot Boy decided he liked Macs and did not hate them. He decided we needed a Mac in our lives (even though he hates iTunes). From a price point, an iMac made more sense than another laptop, as in reality, we do not need two laptops. So, I told him he could take Hewie off with him flying all over the world (it'll be an exciting life for Hewie), and I'd keep the iMac with me here at home.
The only thing, I don't think this new version of the iMac will travel well in a clothes basket....
10 October 2010
Up hill means up hill
My husband has this crazy idea that we should hike while we live here. His idea of a hike and my idea of a hike are two very different things. What is his idea: a walk up a mountain, the higher the better. What is my idea? The flatter the better.
If I am honest, I hate hiking. I'd rather just for for a walk.
Today, he wanted to get up early and go hiking and see the sun rise (he is insane.) Least to say when I got up at nine am (OMG I MISSED THE KICK OFF!), he thought I was getting up at two am. Least to say, we missed sun rise. However, an hour after we got up, we were out the door to go to this place to walk to a lake. He told me the following it: it was only a 700 foot rise and it was only five miles and it was an out and back.
We loaded Basil Bea in the car and I took my iPhone so I could keep track of Da Bears (who were playing, but we did not get the game, so I had to keep track of it via twitter). We drove down to the highway by the water and took a nice scenic drive.
I then, while we were in the car, glanced at the trail book we had and saw that the travel was marked at rocky and it claimed it took 7-8 hours to complete. So I yelled at him and he assured me we'd only do part of it.
So, we get to this train and it is right by this lovely waterfall and I think, "Oh this will be nice."
It was not nice. It was rock climbing. Except without the rocks. The trail was almost none existant in some areas and straight up in others. I was pretty sure by the first ten minutes we'd done the 700 feet Pilot Boy had claimed the trail rose. And it kept going.
What did not help the matters was that Basil Bea Dog seemed to be on drugs. I am serious. She was on crack or the dog version of cat nip. She was CRAZY. She was turbo puppy. She dragged me up. She then tried to kill Pilot Boy on the way down several times. Till we finally set her free and she went running wild all over the place sniffing everything and then running back and forth and it was like she really was on drugs. She was a drugged puppy and what really made it odd was the fact when we got home, we discovered she had not eaten her breakfast.
We ended up turning around after we climbed up this one part and the trail almost vanished and I almost killed myself. I did not realize the climb down was going to kill me more, though.
All in all I learned that I cannot trust my husband when picking out hiking trails. He doesn't read the book in the least. He didn't read it till we were enjoying Starbucks in a safe parking lot. He was like, "Did you read this?"
"No. I just glanced at it."
"It says the trail goes up to 1,000 feet or so and pretty much discribes it how it was," he said. "I didn't read it either."
"HOW DID YOU NOT READ IT?"
He just shrugged at me. I swear, sometimes he really does want me to just drop dead on one of these crazy hikes he keeps taking me on.
If I am honest, I hate hiking. I'd rather just for for a walk.
Today, he wanted to get up early and go hiking and see the sun rise (he is insane.) Least to say when I got up at nine am (OMG I MISSED THE KICK OFF!), he thought I was getting up at two am. Least to say, we missed sun rise. However, an hour after we got up, we were out the door to go to this place to walk to a lake. He told me the following it: it was only a 700 foot rise and it was only five miles and it was an out and back.
We loaded Basil Bea in the car and I took my iPhone so I could keep track of Da Bears (who were playing, but we did not get the game, so I had to keep track of it via twitter). We drove down to the highway by the water and took a nice scenic drive.
I then, while we were in the car, glanced at the trail book we had and saw that the travel was marked at rocky and it claimed it took 7-8 hours to complete. So I yelled at him and he assured me we'd only do part of it.
So, we get to this train and it is right by this lovely waterfall and I think, "Oh this will be nice."
It was not nice. It was rock climbing. Except without the rocks. The trail was almost none existant in some areas and straight up in others. I was pretty sure by the first ten minutes we'd done the 700 feet Pilot Boy had claimed the trail rose. And it kept going.
What did not help the matters was that Basil Bea Dog seemed to be on drugs. I am serious. She was on crack or the dog version of cat nip. She was CRAZY. She was turbo puppy. She dragged me up. She then tried to kill Pilot Boy on the way down several times. Till we finally set her free and she went running wild all over the place sniffing everything and then running back and forth and it was like she really was on drugs. She was a drugged puppy and what really made it odd was the fact when we got home, we discovered she had not eaten her breakfast.
We ended up turning around after we climbed up this one part and the trail almost vanished and I almost killed myself. I did not realize the climb down was going to kill me more, though.
All in all I learned that I cannot trust my husband when picking out hiking trails. He doesn't read the book in the least. He didn't read it till we were enjoying Starbucks in a safe parking lot. He was like, "Did you read this?"
"No. I just glanced at it."
"It says the trail goes up to 1,000 feet or so and pretty much discribes it how it was," he said. "I didn't read it either."
"HOW DID YOU NOT READ IT?"
He just shrugged at me. I swear, sometimes he really does want me to just drop dead on one of these crazy hikes he keeps taking me on.
09 October 2010
Jump on the Holiday rush
I started posting the holiday items. So, now I am ready for Christmas. Seriously, let it snow.
I am also almost done with my holiday shopping. I rule. I know.
I am also almost done with my holiday shopping. I rule. I know.
28 September 2010
Outfit Homerun
I'm going through a miniskirt phase. I bought a miniskirt at Old Navy for two bucks awhile ago, and now that fall has arrived, I've been wearing it a lot with knee high riding boots. So, today, the 2 dollar miniskirt was dirty, so I wore a pencil skirt instead. I wore white fishnets, my awesome boots, the khaki pencil skirt, green turtle neck and my Military inspired coat I got from Kolhs. I don't have pictures and this isn't a style blog, so you'll have to use your imagination.
Anyways, I went to Old Navy today because I wanted a corduroy mini. That was all I was going to get, but they had so many things on sale...like the cami's with the bras built in, basic t-shirts and that awesome thing they do where they give you an extra 30% off the clearance price. Tragically, there were no corduroy minis, but there were other minis. So I got three minis. A dark denim one, a pigment dyed green one, and a tan corduroy one, which wasn't in clearance but was amazingly on sale for 16 bucks (I thought it was 24.)
Now, let's get to the title of this post. First off, I thought I looked kind of silly, but I REALLY wanted to wear a skirt and fishnets. I figured I'd buy a mini skirt and go home and change and then go about my day. Well, while I was there I managed to get a few compliments. My boots almost always get compliments. I got them last spring on super sale. I then, from what looked like a store head hancho, got a compliment on my fishenets. This surprised me on many levels, as I thought they looked kind of silly. (I got white ones because there is this one outfit that Rory Gilmore wears in the sixth season I love and I thought she was wearing white fishnets. Later, I realized, she was wearing black or gray ones. Not white.) When I was checking out, the cashier liked my coat. I love my coat, but I hate the way it closes with eyelets. So, after leaving Old Navy and getting great deals, I also got compliments and felt I had a winning outfit.
Till I got home and put on one of the new minis and realized the mini is the way to go, not a pencil skirt.
Anyways, I went to Old Navy today because I wanted a corduroy mini. That was all I was going to get, but they had so many things on sale...like the cami's with the bras built in, basic t-shirts and that awesome thing they do where they give you an extra 30% off the clearance price. Tragically, there were no corduroy minis, but there were other minis. So I got three minis. A dark denim one, a pigment dyed green one, and a tan corduroy one, which wasn't in clearance but was amazingly on sale for 16 bucks (I thought it was 24.)
Now, let's get to the title of this post. First off, I thought I looked kind of silly, but I REALLY wanted to wear a skirt and fishnets. I figured I'd buy a mini skirt and go home and change and then go about my day. Well, while I was there I managed to get a few compliments. My boots almost always get compliments. I got them last spring on super sale. I then, from what looked like a store head hancho, got a compliment on my fishenets. This surprised me on many levels, as I thought they looked kind of silly. (I got white ones because there is this one outfit that Rory Gilmore wears in the sixth season I love and I thought she was wearing white fishnets. Later, I realized, she was wearing black or gray ones. Not white.) When I was checking out, the cashier liked my coat. I love my coat, but I hate the way it closes with eyelets. So, after leaving Old Navy and getting great deals, I also got compliments and felt I had a winning outfit.
Till I got home and put on one of the new minis and realized the mini is the way to go, not a pencil skirt.
27 September 2010
Ode to my iPhone
Things I love about having an iPhone:
1. I finally feel "with it."
2. I love that the touch screen works. I have a touch screen on my camera and you have to pound it to get it to do anything. This works with a basic touch.
3. I love that its got a pretty good camera for a phone.
4. I love that its also an iPod at the same time, as I needed a new iPod.
5. I love the speaker on it. Seriously, I can play music anywhere, anytime, any place! I love putting my phone in my back pocket and dancing around the house.
6. I love that is came with earphones. I love Apple earphones because I'm lame.
7. I also love finally having a new Apple product in my life.
8. I never understood the appeal of apps till now. I love finding strange free apps.
9. I love having email, facebook and twitter at my finger tips and not having to lug my laptop all over the place.
10. I love being able to find places in town now. No more driving around lost.
Things that aren't so great about my iPhone....
1. I'm not really with it because its a 3GS phone. The newest version, but still.
2. I hate the camera takes so long to boot up. seriously. I want to take a damn picture NOW. Not in ten minutes.
3. I hate that my dog doesn't respond to the Dog Whistle app. She ignore me.
4. People look at me funny when I have music coming out of my butt.
5. Why can I not change the colors of the text message bubbles? In iChat I could change them, why can't I change them on my iPhone?
6. Why are iPod accessories so damn expensive?
7. Why does the keyboard sometimes go landscape and other times I have to bash it into my hand to get it to move?
8. Why doesn't Etsy have a iPhone friendly website? I hate looking at Etsy on my iPhone. Etsy should talk to PurseBlog.com. They have their shit together (sometimes. Sometimes their mobile website doesn't load right.) Okay, look at Sephora. They have their shit together.
9. I wanted a white iPhone so I could get a clear case and show off the apple. They only had black.
10. Why did you come out with a new shuffle after I just got one? (I hate the shuffle I have. Its kind of dumb. I should have waited a year...)
11. I know number 10 has nothing to do with my iPhone, but I ran out of things to complain about.
1. I finally feel "with it."
2. I love that the touch screen works. I have a touch screen on my camera and you have to pound it to get it to do anything. This works with a basic touch.
3. I love that its got a pretty good camera for a phone.
4. I love that its also an iPod at the same time, as I needed a new iPod.
5. I love the speaker on it. Seriously, I can play music anywhere, anytime, any place! I love putting my phone in my back pocket and dancing around the house.
6. I love that is came with earphones. I love Apple earphones because I'm lame.
7. I also love finally having a new Apple product in my life.
8. I never understood the appeal of apps till now. I love finding strange free apps.
9. I love having email, facebook and twitter at my finger tips and not having to lug my laptop all over the place.
10. I love being able to find places in town now. No more driving around lost.
Things that aren't so great about my iPhone....
1. I'm not really with it because its a 3GS phone. The newest version, but still.
2. I hate the camera takes so long to boot up. seriously. I want to take a damn picture NOW. Not in ten minutes.
3. I hate that my dog doesn't respond to the Dog Whistle app. She ignore me.
4. People look at me funny when I have music coming out of my butt.
5. Why can I not change the colors of the text message bubbles? In iChat I could change them, why can't I change them on my iPhone?
6. Why are iPod accessories so damn expensive?
7. Why does the keyboard sometimes go landscape and other times I have to bash it into my hand to get it to move?
8. Why doesn't Etsy have a iPhone friendly website? I hate looking at Etsy on my iPhone. Etsy should talk to PurseBlog.com. They have their shit together (sometimes. Sometimes their mobile website doesn't load right.) Okay, look at Sephora. They have their shit together.
9. I wanted a white iPhone so I could get a clear case and show off the apple. They only had black.
10. Why did you come out with a new shuffle after I just got one? (I hate the shuffle I have. Its kind of dumb. I should have waited a year...)
11. I know number 10 has nothing to do with my iPhone, but I ran out of things to complain about.
26 September 2010
the dog days are gone
Summer has ended.
It snowed this morning. Also, the leaves have all turned various shades of brown and yellow and begun to topple to the ground. Most were helped to the ground my the massive amount of wind we had on Friday. Basil Bea blew away at one point. Off went the puppy into the backyard, carried by the wind.
Last weekend, we went hiking around a lake and I was amazed how fall like the world around me had become since i had stopped seeing it due to being encased in fog. I got excited to bring out my sweaters and comfy clothing. I've worn various light weight sweaters since that point in time, as the heavy duty ones aren't made for low 40s sort of weather. However, with fall, comes the annual cold. I feel it setting in and it kind of sucks. At least I finished my fall line for Ireland Scott. Now, I just need to start making Christmas cards. Hopefully I'll get out and get some Christmas stuff this week so I can get started. They won't sell and I don't need them, but I love making them anyways.
On the matter of the giveaway, I had kind of hoped more people would enter it...but alas, only four people entered. I let it run for two weeks to give myself time to remind people, but no one seemed to enter when I reminded. I might run another one after christmas to give rid of some Christmas stuff...I still have a lot left over from last Christmas.
It snowed this morning. Also, the leaves have all turned various shades of brown and yellow and begun to topple to the ground. Most were helped to the ground my the massive amount of wind we had on Friday. Basil Bea blew away at one point. Off went the puppy into the backyard, carried by the wind.
Last weekend, we went hiking around a lake and I was amazed how fall like the world around me had become since i had stopped seeing it due to being encased in fog. I got excited to bring out my sweaters and comfy clothing. I've worn various light weight sweaters since that point in time, as the heavy duty ones aren't made for low 40s sort of weather. However, with fall, comes the annual cold. I feel it setting in and it kind of sucks. At least I finished my fall line for Ireland Scott. Now, I just need to start making Christmas cards. Hopefully I'll get out and get some Christmas stuff this week so I can get started. They won't sell and I don't need them, but I love making them anyways.
On the matter of the giveaway, I had kind of hoped more people would enter it...but alas, only four people entered. I let it run for two weeks to give myself time to remind people, but no one seemed to enter when I reminded. I might run another one after christmas to give rid of some Christmas stuff...I still have a lot left over from last Christmas.
22 September 2010
And the Giveaway Winner is....
First, I wrote all entries twice on pieces of paper and stuck them in a Teagan Tote bag.
Second, I had Pilot Boy draw out a name.
And third, the name drawn was....
Please contact me at yesterday7@sbcglobal.net so I can send off your purse!
Second, I had Pilot Boy draw out a name.
And third, the name drawn was....
Please contact me at yesterday7@sbcglobal.net so I can send off your purse!
20 September 2010
cannot forget, refuse to regret...
Maroon 5, I just realized, have played a rather large part of my life. Large part meaning their songs are accessories in events of my life. And I just realized it. I am serious. I am currently sitting around watching FUSE and the Maroon 5 Take Over special they are playing at the moment. I just finished watching an interview with Adam Levine and Jess Carmichael. (I think that was his name.) And it just kind of hit me that I think Songs About Jane is the most listened to disk I own. I am serious.
I bought Songs About Jane while I was in Scotland. I went to a music shop on Byers Road I think after I was Done. (Why is that capitalized? Well, because I was Done and it was a big deal. And in being Done, I was through with the strange, made no sense to me not relationship I was having at the time. I was just Done.) I went to the music shop to buy the McFly CD. I had been hearing the McFly song on the radio every morning and decided I liked the idea of British surf rock. I was standing in the music shop and was all ready holding the McFly CD and was staring at the Maroon 5 CD and thought, "Hey, I'm Done, I'm buying both and a latte."
So I bought it and a latte and went to lunch.
The McFly CD wouldn't import on to my computer (Jess, the Evil Laptop), but the Maroon 5 CD did. I ended up importing it and listening to it in one go and then watching the music videos that were on it. I had all ready bought three songs by Maroon 5 off of iTunes when I was back in the states, as "She Will Be Loved" was the theme of the past summer. I ended up falling in love with almost all the tracks on that disk and "Through With You" became one of the most listened to song on my iTunes on Jess the Evil Laptop. For years. I bet if I opened it up now, it'd still in the top ten. The next summer, the disk was ALWAYS in my disk player in my car. It was always in the car and when I would re-discover it I would stick it in and it'd be the player until my husband removed it. When I had the s40 with its 6 CD changer, it was ALWAYS in the player and I was sad when we got the 4Runner, because it only had one spot for CDs.
Today, I realized, while in college I bought bought almost anything Maroon 5 had put out, I had not bought anything since. I had stared at their last CD a lot, but had never bought it as it always was 13.99 and I just never had 13.99 when I saw it.
I have 13.99. iTunes is also no longer dumb. I today, I finally bought their last CD they put out, but did not pre-Order their next disk. I need to hear a few more song before I jump onto the next disk.
Songs About Jane is an awesome disk and if you do not own it, you totally should. But that is just my opinion. I tend to think about various place in Glasgow, Scotland when I hear it, so maybe that is why I like it so much. "Through With You" tends to remind me of the stairway in the Adam Smith Building. "Tangled" for some unknown reason reminds me of crossing the street from Kelvingrove Park to University Ave. "Not Coming Home" reminds me of my dorm room. "This Love" reminds me of sitting in that same dorm room with L and watching the music video with her and her informing me Adam was hot. "She Will be Loved" will always remind me, not of Glasgow, but of Galena, IL, as that was where I first heard it and began to cry while sitting waiting to go somewhere with my family. During my senior year of college I decided I wanted "The Sun" to be the first dance at my wedding (I did not have dancing at my wedding, but the music play list I had made to play during dinner had it on there.)
Certain lines of the songs really stuck with me during this point in my life. Almost every song on there I felt was pertinent to that point in my life. Not many CDs can do that, in all honesty. The McFly CD was just fun music. The Muse CD I bought while I was over there, while much loved by me, did not fit perfectly into my line of thought. (Other than "The Small Print" and maybe "Falling Away With You.")
That is all. You may now go about your won lives again.
I bought Songs About Jane while I was in Scotland. I went to a music shop on Byers Road I think after I was Done. (Why is that capitalized? Well, because I was Done and it was a big deal. And in being Done, I was through with the strange, made no sense to me not relationship I was having at the time. I was just Done.) I went to the music shop to buy the McFly CD. I had been hearing the McFly song on the radio every morning and decided I liked the idea of British surf rock. I was standing in the music shop and was all ready holding the McFly CD and was staring at the Maroon 5 CD and thought, "Hey, I'm Done, I'm buying both and a latte."
So I bought it and a latte and went to lunch.
The McFly CD wouldn't import on to my computer (Jess, the Evil Laptop), but the Maroon 5 CD did. I ended up importing it and listening to it in one go and then watching the music videos that were on it. I had all ready bought three songs by Maroon 5 off of iTunes when I was back in the states, as "She Will Be Loved" was the theme of the past summer. I ended up falling in love with almost all the tracks on that disk and "Through With You" became one of the most listened to song on my iTunes on Jess the Evil Laptop. For years. I bet if I opened it up now, it'd still in the top ten. The next summer, the disk was ALWAYS in my disk player in my car. It was always in the car and when I would re-discover it I would stick it in and it'd be the player until my husband removed it. When I had the s40 with its 6 CD changer, it was ALWAYS in the player and I was sad when we got the 4Runner, because it only had one spot for CDs.
Today, I realized, while in college I bought bought almost anything Maroon 5 had put out, I had not bought anything since. I had stared at their last CD a lot, but had never bought it as it always was 13.99 and I just never had 13.99 when I saw it.
I have 13.99. iTunes is also no longer dumb. I today, I finally bought their last CD they put out, but did not pre-Order their next disk. I need to hear a few more song before I jump onto the next disk.
Songs About Jane is an awesome disk and if you do not own it, you totally should. But that is just my opinion. I tend to think about various place in Glasgow, Scotland when I hear it, so maybe that is why I like it so much. "Through With You" tends to remind me of the stairway in the Adam Smith Building. "Tangled" for some unknown reason reminds me of crossing the street from Kelvingrove Park to University Ave. "Not Coming Home" reminds me of my dorm room. "This Love" reminds me of sitting in that same dorm room with L and watching the music video with her and her informing me Adam was hot. "She Will be Loved" will always remind me, not of Glasgow, but of Galena, IL, as that was where I first heard it and began to cry while sitting waiting to go somewhere with my family. During my senior year of college I decided I wanted "The Sun" to be the first dance at my wedding (I did not have dancing at my wedding, but the music play list I had made to play during dinner had it on there.)
Certain lines of the songs really stuck with me during this point in my life. Almost every song on there I felt was pertinent to that point in my life. Not many CDs can do that, in all honesty. The McFly CD was just fun music. The Muse CD I bought while I was over there, while much loved by me, did not fit perfectly into my line of thought. (Other than "The Small Print" and maybe "Falling Away With You.")
That is all. You may now go about your won lives again.
07 September 2010
The Fall Giveaway
All right, I'm going to run my first giveaway. What do you get? A new purse. Which one do you get? Your choice. You might want this one.
What do you need to do? Read on. I'll list it out.
1. Become a fan on Facebook or follow me on Twitter. Its your choice. If you all ready do this, you're one step closer to being entered. (You can do both if you want.)
2. Step two, go to Ireland Scott Designs and pick out your purse. Return to this blog and in the comments tell me why you want the purse. Also tell me if you follow me on Twitter or Facebook.
3. On September 21st, 2010 at 9 pm my time (Alaskan), I will choose at random one of the comments to be the winner. I'll announce the winner on this blog September 22, 2010 by 3 pm my time (Alaskan time).
What do you need to do? Read on. I'll list it out.1. Become a fan on Facebook or follow me on Twitter. Its your choice. If you all ready do this, you're one step closer to being entered. (You can do both if you want.)
2. Step two, go to Ireland Scott Designs and pick out your purse. Return to this blog and in the comments tell me why you want the purse. Also tell me if you follow me on Twitter or Facebook.
3. On September 21st, 2010 at 9 pm my time (Alaskan), I will choose at random one of the comments to be the winner. I'll announce the winner on this blog September 22, 2010 by 3 pm my time (Alaskan time).
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