Stamps

I was going to rant about the quality of boy bands these days and how I feel bad for the youngest generation of females because they didn't have NKOTB, N'SYNC, the Backstreet Boys, or 98 degrees. Although I do hear that 98 degrees is getting back together so there may be hope yet. And then I was going to introduce you to some actually good boy bands. Then I needed a stamp yesterday and couldn't find one in my purse. So instead, I'm going to tell you a story today. Enjoy.

I did a lot of stupid things as a child. Most of them were useless fun that didn't have any effect on anyone except for my sister who ever so smoothly(yeah right) handled my dumbness. Like the time I rollerbladed down our driveway and thought that a plastic lawn chair was going to stop be before I hit the gravel. That obviously ended badly. Or when we were playing tennis and I jumped into the underground water system filled with prickly weeds to hit a ball before it went in. She's there, then she's not. Or the time I got stuck in the baby helicopter at the movie theater for 10 minutes and then it started to move and it was a debacle. I got out with only my pride hurt. This was different though. My childish brain didn't register that I had done anything out of the ordinary. It was like any Friday at our house and we were pulling out of the driveway on the way to the cabin. I think I was about 4 or 5 this point and incredibly cute but a little dim. Before we could head on our way, my mom had to mail some stuff. And like always, she forgot to put a stamp on. So she jokingly asked the car if anyone had a stamp. And I was so excited because little did she know that I had two stuck to my cute little pudge of little girl stomach right next to my belly button. So I excitedly lifted up my shirt and go "I have two!" I didn't understand why everyone was laughing at me. Wasn't it normal to stick stamps to your stomach. And you have to remember that this was the early 90's. Sticker stamps hadn't been in circulation yet. They were those lick-n-stick kind that obviously I couldn't resist licking-n-sticking to my stomach. I handed it to her and she stuck it on the envelope and you bet your bottom that letter got out on time. All because my childish mind thought it was normal to stick stamps where they didn't belong. I've done some memorable things since then, but none will compare to that fateful Friday evening when I was the inadvertent hero who save the day with her belly stamps. Children are smarter than you think and have a sixth sense about what's going to be needed that day. That or I'm just special and its a miracle I turned out as "good" as I did.

But don't worry, I haven't forgotten about music thursday, and even though its Friday, here's a B-E-A-Utiful little number by City & Colour who I first saw on an episode of One Tree Hill and instantly fell in love. Enjoy! Cheers to the sticker stamps. Those licky ones were gross.

Happiness

Happiness is so much easier than sadness. It takes less energy because of the energy you get from it. It makes you prettier or more handsome because you aren't crying and getting all splotchy. I never used to cry. Then I hit 18 and everything went down hill. I can cry at the drop of a hat now and trust me, its never pretty. Just tears and snot all up on my face. If you look pretty when you cry, go to LA and audition for a movie. Because that has to be rare. I'm finally happy again and mmmmm it feels so good.

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Not Alone

Don't you ever just wish you could reach out and show someone the way. Guide them past the hurt they feel to the future that is waiting for them. I know I do. I wish there was a cure for such a feeling. The feeling that there is nothing left to live for. For everyone out there who feels that there is nothing to live for, know that you are not alone. Someone out there right now feels the very same way. And someone out there right now is ready to help you. Its dark outside right now, but there is a light at the end of the tunnel. There is an end that is not your own. It may not seem like it now, but there is something so great out there just waiting to be taken and appreciated.

I'll Be Seeing You

Its that time of the week again! Thursday. The day before Friday. The day after Wednesday. The first glimpse of the weekend. Today I have a little bit of everything for you musically. I just couldn't help myself. Everything is my favorite this week. So here are four songs to get you into any mood.

Catfish Blues by Jimi Hendrix

The A Team by Ed Sheeran

Walking With A Ghost by Tegan and Sara

I'll Be Seeing You by Rosemary Clooney-I Notebooked myself the other and just couldn't help but throw this in there for all the hopeless romantics out there.

And finally, the Marquette Golden Eagles are playing in the Sweet Sixteen tonight with a 9:17 tip off! I'll always be an eagle at heart so good luck to my former cheer/dance/mascot team who are out there for some free travel and great games! You will kill it! Enjoy your Thursday nights everyone! I know I will.

Dear Monday

Isn't this just great! Everybody hates Monday. Don't try to deny it, just change it! Monday is when you get to start over, leave last week behind. You have a chance to make this the best week ever. And then you get to do it again next Monday. So instead of hating on Monday, lets give it a little credit for giving us a chance for a do over.

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I've Got You Covered

Something is different this week. Something has changed. Something has finally clicked, makes sense, feels right. It is so easy to get caught up in what might have been, what will be, what has already happened. I can't help but think about what would have been had I stayed at Marquette. Truth is, the only thing I really long for is being the mascot. It may sound silly. But I loved who I got to be in that suit. By the end of my two years doing it, it had lost pretty much all anonymity.  But that didn't matter. Because it felt like people were there to watch me instead of the game. I've always loved to perform, and doing something like that in front of thousands of people was a rush. I have yet to feel the same kind of feeling I used to get running out of the tunnel with my arms stretched out to screaming people. Its easy to be sad about missing it. But something happened to me yesterday. I will probably do a horrid job explaining it, but it was too great to not let it out there.

Spring is in the air. There is no question about that. What I love about living in Minnesota is that the first time that thermometer reaches anything above 50, break out the shorts and tshirts, its summer. The pasty whiteness of everyones legs, the desperate following of the sun like a bathing cat, the walks, the dogs, the people. It was beautiful. The sun was shining and it was like something hit me with a ton of bricks. All of sudden, a peace came over me. I was in the middle of a take home test at Caribou and I just picked everything up, threw it in my car and started walking. I didn't have a destination. Nor did I want one. I just walked. I turned when I wanted, crossed the street when I had a chance, looked around at anything and everything. I feel like I have a lot of epiphany's. But something was different this time. Its easy to get caught up in the hate of the world. Growing up in a time of war and conflict and shortage and lost life is hard. But my generation isn't so different from those before us. Because even though the problems are different, they are still problems. But lately there has been such a despair that I've been feeling, like the world will just cease to be any day. And it isn't the actual ending part that scares me. Its what I'm going to miss when its gone. I'm weird like that, but lately its just seemed like a real possibility. Yesterday changed me. I'm so worried about what I'm going to miss that I'm forgetting to do the things I want to do. I'm so busy rushing around doing things I think I have to do that I forget to just go and do something I want to do. So I walked. I left the test in the truck and forgot about it. If only for an hour. That was all I needed to believe in something again. Every single person smiled and said hi to me as I passed by. People were walking around in groups with their babies, dogs, husbands, wives. And they were smiling. It was like my faith in humanity came rushing back.

I still feel this weird thing inside me saying that everything is going to be okay. I'm still working on that test, but I know I'll finish it. Because the extra time its taking me to do it was worth it. Sitting and laughing with my parents was worth it. Spending that extra 10 minutes just talking to a friend was worth it. Even though the day has passed, taking its place in history, it will always be there. I day to look back on and remember when something goes wrong or just doesn't go at all. That in itself is a comfort. Life is full of little decisions made every single day. Who knows where I would be if I was still living my life "according to plan". Who knows what would have happened if I had turned left or made the light or left early or was running late. But I guess the beauty in "what if" is the mystery in never being able to know the answer. The beauty is in the idea that I can make a decision today that could possibly alter my entire existence. And even if it does, I'll never know it, because I will never know what would have been. So instead of worrying so much about "what if" I'm going to just believe. In what? I really don't know. Its just nice to be able to believe in anything at all.

So in the spirit of Thursday, I bring you a hauntingly beautiful cover by Peter Gabriel called My Body is Cage.

Spring Breaky

It's that time of year again! Spring break. A good month of spring breaks that range from the beach to the mountains to the streets of Rome. But has anyone wondered when that ever famous "Daytona" like spring break started? Here is a video that was presented on Rock Center last week about spring break in I think 1962. Its interesting because the only thing thats really changed are the swim suits and style of dancing. We are facing some of the same problems now. Just like everything, the spring break tradition had to start somewhere. Enjoy!

Spring Break 1962 from Rock Center with Brian Williams

Its the farthest right on the homepage today. It didn't have a separate link so hopefully you find it. Well worth the watch.

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Free Turtle Friday

No, there are not actually free turtles available. The Thursday music vidoe got postponed because of a lack of obsession on my part with any music this week. Then it finally came last night on the drive home. Today, The Turtles and Graffiti6 are makin an appearance on my very notable blog. The Turtles are a band from the 60's that are probably more recognizable than you think they are. So enjoy a little of the old and a smidge of the new. Happy Friday!

Top Ten Places for Totty

 

Look at this list I found. I almost died. Totty means a good looking person in case you wondering. Can apply to males or females. Throw that one into you daily vocab with a little British accent. I already have. Its awesome. So what do say ladies. This is the top ten towns for totty males. I say we start in Tel Aviv and go from there. Although to make this make sense geographically we should probably do this in legs and start in Australia. Then again, if you're like some of my friends, you may just never want to leave.....Don't worry guys, I haven't forgotten about you. I'm even giving you 5 more countries! I just can't get over the word totty. Its so funny. And its probably funny in every language and dialect. Don't forget to check out Skinny Girl Thoughts. If you didn't have any inspiration before, you certainly do now. Enjoy!
*Note, these list come from the Today show and other random sources. Don't hate me if you travel to these places and don't find what you're looking for.

Just For You

In honor of everyone taking midterms this week, here are the top answers to a test. Some people should just get clever points. In some cases they did. So next time you don't know an answer on a test, don't just leave it blank! At least give the teacher something to look at.

Truth...

Lezzzz be honest, we all thought this at one point...

Technically this is right. Formal protest

Better than nothing

This still got 9 points. It was probably worth 20, but 9 is better than zero. "A" for the art

Must Watch

This is a great video my teacher gave our class the other day. As a whole, humans are literally sawing of the branch we are sitting on. This has been an issue since the 80's. 30 years later and we are still in a vicious cycle that only getting worse. Some of the things he is suggesting is ridiculous, but the problem is there regardless.

Thirsty Thursday

Its that time of the week folks. And what a special day for it fall on. March the 1st. I'm coming to you today from the abyss of the house that it mine, wearing my favorite pair of blue polka dot heals with red trim that I never get to wear. College kids are cramming for their Friday classes while pregaming to Rhi Rhi. Adults are out on the town relishing in the fact that tomorrow is the last day of work for the week. Old people are in bed because its past 9. Children are in bed, giddy about their spelling tests and the fact that its Friday and they have a play date after school. I, am blogging in my high heels. Thursday has just as much clout as the weekend in my very humble and always taken seriously opinion. Its the first socially acceptable night to drink besides the weekend. But lets also be honest with the fact that the older you get, the more days are added to that "socially acceptable drinking days" list. By 30, the whole week falls into that category. For me, being the responsible under-ager that I am, have made Thirsty Thursday into a music day. Every Thursday, I will bring you my music obsession of the day or week or month. SO many artists are going unseen and I am determined to bring them some press. That being said, some throwbacks, mainstream and classics will also be brought into the mix from time to time. So get ready my thristy followers all over the world, today I bring you greatness.

My favorite band at the moment just released their album in the US last week and it has been on repeat ever since. Rarely do I purchase whole albums, but I couldn't resist with these guys. Kassidy is a band of four guys from Glasgow and if the music doesn't get you, their accents will. Here is my favorite tune from their album Hope St. "Oh My God"

Jam out and get your drink on!

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