Category: Misc.

Six…

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Me–
reading
writing
editing
massage
facial
paper letters
Reading–
Sacred Influence by Gary Thomas
Rooftops of Tehran by Mahbod Seraji {Summer book club book}

Watching–
Snow White and the Huntsman
Rock of Ages
Abraham Lincoln- Vampire Hunter
Brave
People Like Us
Us–
Court
Swimming
Farmer’s Market
Lazy park reading days
Picnics
Horse Riding
Snow Cones
Celebrating birthdays and Fathers
Chris & Aubree’s wedding
movies in the park

Heart–
the Gary Thomas book I am reading.
time with my sister.

Create– 
entryway bench
office chalkboard
Chw’s work office make-over
paper cards
Home–
ice cream making
dog paths
patio dinners
movie nights
game nights
laughter
Health–
naturopath follow up appointment
yoga
water aerobics
hooping

Love–
date night
wedding guests
weekly at home dates

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Where she went…

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The following is a paid review for BlogHer Book Club, but the opinions expressed are my own. 
Gayle Forman’s novel WhereShe Went, {which is a sequel to If I Stay} focuses on a mostly 24 hour period of time, in New York City, when past lovers Mia and Adam’s paths unexpectedly cross. Both broken hearted and feeling like fragments of who they once were, they spend the remainder of their time left in the city (before each embarking on international music tours of their own) dancing around confronting their past together and the lack of closure they have from their relationship’s demise.
Personally I found that I didn’t connect with Adam or Mia at all. Perhaps this is because I never read the book this novel sequels. I found that Forman wrote emotion beautifully well, even if I didn’t identify with, or connect to it. I like the way she wrapped up the broken story of these two characters and I appreciated the way she told the story from Adam’s perspective, with only minimal (and necessary) flashbacks.
The absolute best part of the book is, hands down, how Forman writes music. She composed words on a page, music centric and wrote characters so musical that it carries the book so well and i did love reading that. 
My biggest concern was honestly that this is a YA novel. I am finding more and more, when I read YA novels that I wouldn’t recommend them for the average teen girl. This book is no exception. Not only are there references to situations like hooking up with random groupies because of needs, or how it was normal for Adam to see Mia’s face in every girl he climbed on top of. Maybe this will come across as over protective but these aren’t topics that I feel appropriate for any teen girl. Coupling that with the strong emotional content and misery of the characters (one who is very addicted to prescription meds), just strikes me as inappropriate for teenagers. College aged kids, maybe. I can see that. I don’t know. This really just kept striking me, as I read… One thing I did appreciate was how unglamorous the life of a rockstar seemed. This is a good time for young adults to see that message put out there… 
Are you musical? Does it make you happy? 

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wrapped round my shoulder…

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 Sometimes a person is just wrong about something. Usually, in such times, we feel so passionate about where our position/opinion stands that we are willing to defend it to the death. 
There is not anything wrong with that, really… Unless, of course, you are wrong. 

In such instances, there are sometimes things that you realize you have been wrong about for a long time. 
For a very long time. 

Take, for example, song lyrics. 

Since we are talking hypothetically, allow me specify a certain song. Fast Car, by Tracy Chapman… Since a vast majority of people know and love this song, and since I have been a life long moron to it’s lyrics, it seemed like a good choice for example. 

Chorus:

I remember we were driving, driving in your car
The speed so fast, felt like I was drunk
City lights spread out before us 
And your arms and legs wrapped round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged 
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

Right? 
I mean, isn’t that what she’s saying??? 
Isn’t it… 

No. No it isn’t. 
The pathetic sort of sad part is that Chw and I have had many a debate about what this could mean. “arms and legs wrapped round my shoulder”??? his theory has long since been that the “Fast car” was metaphorical for an addiction or sex. I wasn’t on board with that, but did speculate that perhaps it was either a really unsafe way to drive or “fast car” was a funny way to describe a motorcycle. 

Pretty much, NOT my finest moment. 

At any rate, here is what it actually says: 
I remember we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped ’round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

Now that my lifelong music life has endured such a shaking, in the aftermath I struggle with what else I don’t really know.
In other news… 
I won TWO rounds of trivia at Buffalo Wild Wings. (TWO. In a row. Out of two.) 
Semi-redemptive, right??? 

Have you ever had something like this happen? (and the question I fear to ask: were you smart enough to know what she really said?) 
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On my mind…

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I have a random splattering of things on my mind these days, slightly being trumped by the bill from our attorney, that arrived today. Who knew that a retainer doesn’t cover anything??? 

Sadly, I ‘m the one to raise my hand. 
Anyway… 
– HBO is on my mind a lot today. I’m beyond excited to lose myself in a weekly Judd Apatow comedy. I’m not even at all ashamed to admit it. 
– The Kings of Leon. I can not get enough of those Followill boys. I totally would have named Caleb as one of my home singers in this post, except that it’s no secret he’s a bit unstable and I don’t really want that on my plate. 
– Speaking of lyrics… It blows my mind how lyrically deaf people are. People, of course, being my husband. A certain KOL song comes on, and I mention something about the naughtiness of it’s lyrics. {I’d like to point out this is also my FAVORITE song to play on rock band- where the lyrics are on the screen…} and he pipes up with what’s so wrong about it anyway? 
M- um, it’s called Sex on Fire. 
C- ok. 
M- it’s about sex. 
C- it is? wow. I had no idea. 
M- it’s CALLED Sex on Fire. 
C- that doesn’t mean anything. 
M- it says…. 
C- it doesn’t say that. 
M- um, yes it does. 
C- where? 
I skip back and show him. 
C- oh. wow. 
M- see. 
C- I will never think of this song the same again. 
Um, obviously he didn’t think of it much to begin with… LOL. 
– Also, Starbucks is on my mind. Namely how they can justify their prices. I don’t indulge often, but the other day I needed a caffeine rush and Genny had $5 she was dying to buy a drink with (for her) so I hit the drive through. Holy moly, it’s a little bit ridiculous… 
– while speaking about prices of utter ridiculousness, I’ve began seeing things in regards to the price of a movie ticket. If you aren’t aware, I love going to the movies more than almost anything. (chw too. All of my kids as well.) We love the movies. SO, last week I was desperately wanting the second book (for my kindle) in a series I was reading. I examined the $9 price and sighed deeply… For a book? Seems kind of high… Then I realized that was the same price as a movie ticket. A book for the price of a ticket seemed like a bargain. It was an overwhelming moment for me… As it turned out, we had Amazon credit anyway so it all worked out- BUT even so- my perspective is currently altered. 
– We have a fundraiser dinner/auction at church tomorrow, in which we’ve invited some friends to come to. I’m excited. It will be fun. One such friend mentioned going for drinks after said dinner/auction. It feels so rebellious… 
– and too, in re: to my last bullet point, one drink sometime costs a movie ticket- which is more ridiculous than Starbucks. 
– put in THAT perspective, Starbucks suddenly seems comparable. Running a tab with your local barista won’t be nearly as weighty as the bar- AND you’ll only be guilty of talking 50 times faster and not getting naked on a table top and then throwing up your church auction/dinner all over said friends. Safer all around. 
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