Do you like my arbitrary naming of the days? Next week it may be "Pointless Babble Friday"!
I wanted to share this song, and I've no reason, really. A few months ago I went on a road trip with someone I hardly knew, and in spite of misgivings on both of our parts, we didn't get sick of each other. I have a Monster Ipod cable in my car, and one of the things we did, which I loved, was take turns listening to eachother's Ipods. It was on that trip that I first really listened to Buckcherry.
My kids absolutely love the song I linked above. I play it in the car and all of us end up singing along. My fourteen year old wanted the album on his Ipod, so I gave it to him, but I cut out a few songs. Yes, censorship, OMG. How can I hand a fourteen year old the song Crazy Bitch? I did let him have Guns N' Roses' Appetite for Destruction, and there's a fair bit of R rated content on that, it's just not so...blatant. Besides, I think I was fourteen the first time I heard that G'n'R album, and it never corrupted me. And he's a much better kid than I was.
Through the same person I found Dynamite Hack. She showed me this video, which is great.
I grabbed the album, but the song I listen to the most is Anyway.
And, since we're here, I might as well ask all of you what you think of Soundcrank? I've been using it for a week or so, and I'm still trying to determine where the catch is. You install it, create a free account on their almost wiki-like site, and when you load Itunes, it updates your songs with album artwork and lyrics automatically. You can even set it to update artist/song/album, or any combination of the three. It seems to have about a 95% accuracy rate. Have any of you used it?
Show us something pink.
Show us your favorite childhood toy.
The best toy a girl can have is what you get when you cross a black lab puppy and a pair of quad roller skates.
The roller skates are great on their own. The first pair I had were given to me for my 8th or 9th birthday, and I didn't take them off for at least the next two years. At one sad and misguided point in my life I decided I would be a professional roller skater when I grew up. You know, like figure skating, only on roller skates. Had I known about roller derby at that age I likely never would have made it into IT. Some days I think that would have been a good thing.
Right around the same time we also became the owners of a sweet black lab puppy. We named her Joey (a baby kangaroo), for her tireless jumping. I loved walking her, and running with her, and trying to teach her tricks.
I wish I had a happy end to this story. We eventually had to get rid of the dog after she ate one too many things, and my mom, not knowing anything about crate training, sent her off to live with some friends on a farm. We visited her a few times after that, but it really just about broke my heart. As for the skates, well, I still watch ebay for a good pair of quads. One of these days I'll bring home another pair.
When was the last time you surprised someone else?
I gave my brother a birthday card that didn't reference farts. Does that count? It was actually nice, and expressed something real. He seemed surprised, anyway.
I've always worn a bracelet on my left wrist. Always. Without one I feel a bit naked. This started when I was a kid, and I went from one cheesy bracelet to another (one had snoopy on it, and was given to me by my grandmother). For many years I wore a silver one my mom bought me in Portugal, and when that one broke I immediately bought another. I stick to silver, so they're never extravagant or costly, and I prefer silver anyway. I can't wear watches, because the metal on the back of the timepiece breaks me out, no matter what.
The latest one I bought myself. At the end of a bad marriage, in what I call my last life. You know, the one in which I was unhappy. I found it on Amazon, of all places, and it was silver and understated and I loved it. I think it cost me twelve dollars.
Unfortunately the toggle would come undone sometimes, and every now and then it would fall off my wrist. I had several people look at it, including a few jewelers, and no one seemed to think it could be fixed without changing the clasp altogether. On a trip to Austin, Texas it fell off my wrist and for a week I thought it was gone. When I returned the rental car and opened the trunk to get my suitcase, I found the bracelet curled up on the bottom of the trunk. It's fallen off maybe a dozen times in 3 years, and I always found it. Sometimes in the sleeve of my sweater, or on the floor of my car, or even once, in the refrigerator. I found it in the grass on the front lawn, and in my jacket pocket, and once in a flat in Toronto.
I guess I decided it would never be lost. I became complacent about it. If it falls, I always find it, I would think to myself, insanely. So no point chasing down a better clasp. Even if it is my all time favourite bracelet, both for what it represented when I bought it (going back to doing things for me, and being selfish, and making sure I was happy, regardless of who or what was around me) and for its aesthetic appeal. Some days it was the most girly thing I wore.
Three days ago I was driving to work and noticed that once again, it was gone. I searched the car, the sleeve of my sweater, my purse, my jacket pockets. When I arrived home that night I searched my bedsheets, under my bed, all over my house and carport. No bracelet. I went a few days deliberately not looking for it, thinking it might come to me the way a forgotten lyric does, once you've given up, or just when doing something unrelated. That it would just...turn up.
No such luck. It's really gone. I'm bothered by how much it's eating at me. It's just a bracelet. A twelve dollar one, even. It had a dent in the little heart anyway (which fit, somehow), so it was no hope diamond. I've been idly looking at my favorite site for silver jewelry, wondering if anything else would jump out as a possible replacement, but nothing fits. Nothing looks right. I've never had this sort of problem before. An attachment to a piece of jewelry? How impractical. How silly.
But there it is.
Update: Right after I saved this post, I looked under my desk at work to get a pen I'd dropped. There, all reflective in a corner by the wall....was my bracelet.
Who or what do you really love?
Rain. I love the rain. Especially when the wind picks up, and the rain's coming down hard enough to make noise on the windows. Or when you're in a large room with a tin roof, and you can hear its rhythm overhead. I love when the rain is so heavy that you can't walk more than a block before you're soaked through to your skin, and then I love going inside, taking a hot bath and watching the rain through the window while I drink coffee.
I love the smell of the rain, too. One of these days I want a place with a proper porch, so I can read a book while the smell and sound of the weather is all around me. My favourite thing to do as a child was create forts outside, with old planks or branches and anything else I could find. My friends and I would make hot cocoa and put it into a thermos and sit in the fort, eating apples or crackers or whatever else we'd taken out of the pantry, and drink our cocoa while the rain poured down around us. I can't even tell you how many books I ruined, taking them out to forts to read and then leaving them behind with the expectation I'd be back in an hour.
Some people react to my love for rain by saying things like, "Oh you should live in Seattle [or wherever they live, if it receives frequent rain] and then you'd be sick of it soon enough!" Sure, give me a place where it rains three quarters of the year. I'm not opposed to getting sick of it. Maybe then I could be normal and celebrate the sun like everyone else.
As for who I love? I think all of you know that already. He appeared when I was set on never feeling anything for anyone, and fucked up all my plans. He makes me laugh, and think, and look at things differently. He's sexy and kind, in spite of what you might think, and he's intense in a way that makes my toes curl.
But that's all too real for vox, isn't it? Well. I'll let it stay. For now.
Is there anything you've done that you wish you'd apologized for, but didn't?
Yes. One thing. But I won't tell you what it is until I've managed to apologize for it.
Seen on Facebook:
Then I noticed this at the bottom:
CC: there is one word written on the white board in the training room
CC: did you write it?
Me: no
Me: whats it say?
CC: catharsis
Me: If I had written it, it would have said LARDISOSMOSIS
CC: oh, no
CC: now I've got what you got
CC: cuz we WERE STANDING NEXT TO EACH OTHER
CC: AAAAAAAHH
CC: /lards
Me: hahaha
