When you're feeling down, what music cheers you up?
Bonus: why do you think this music has that effect? What music do you prefer when you're very happy?
I've been a little relaxed with the Postaweek posting. I've been posting weekly but I haven't been following the prompts. I am blaming lack of sleep since Clover is now once again waking at night and crawling in our bed by two in the morning. Good thing I'm not being graded.
K back to the music...
Anything fast is good for me. But surprisingly I am not a trance/house fan. Hubs is. I have figured out that I am not. There is only so much boom-chicka-boom-chicka-boomboomboom I can take. As much as I love the beat I am a lyrics girl.
I never seem to be into music while it's hot. I always seem to catch the boat like a year later. A lot of the music on my playlist right now is years old. I always come back to my favorites. As much as I am an instant gratification Itunes chick, I also love to purchase a physical CD and listen to it front to back. My problem comes when I want a CD at 11:05pm or when I fall in love with international artists who's record company isn't releasing or is doing a limited release in the US.
I bounce around a lot genre wise. I listen to Country, Rock, Alternative and Oldies but I always come back to good old fashion Pop. I have artists that I <3. When I say that I love them...I mean I love their music. I am not one of those obsessive stalker fans that knows every detail of their lives. I have hit a wiki page or two out of curiosity. I may not know about their personal lives but I don't think that makes me less of a fan. I know the music and the all the lyrics.
Songs I have recently come back to include
Mandy Moore- Have a Little Faith In Me. I went through a tough spot and this song really helped keep me grounded. I think it's a positively powerful song.
Jc Chasez - Right Here (by Your Side). Another artist that I love. I would be in Heaven if JC and Darren did a duet or worked on a project together. Can you guys work on that for me? My birthday is coming up. Not that the world revolves around me or anything. Loling at myself right now. JC had an album that was scheduled for release and then it was never released. I was disappointed to say the least.
Van Halen - Can't Stop Loving You. Hubs and I share a love for Van Halen. However, he likes more songs by David Lee Roth (ick) and I am Sammy's girl through and through. Yes, the Sammy/David argument is alive and well in our household. *Editorial Note: Hubs has informed me that although we have had many discusions on this topic that he "Does not like more Dave songs than Sammy songs and that I am full of it and that Sammy ROCKS" I agree with the latter statement however now I feel as if I have to carry a recorder around to prove that I am not going crazy ;)
Savage Garden - Crash and Burn. I love this song too. I found it on my Ipod when I was working on my I <3 Darren Post and have been listening to it ever since.
So there is a peek into what songs I come back to when I need some cheering up. I would add more but life is calling me and there is a sink full of dishes that need tending too. Guess I will fire up my Kitchen Cleaning playlist and get my butt shaking on!
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Laugh Out Love
In all the post Valentine's Day love haze, I had some thoughts. I'm lucky that I have little things that happen daily to remind me that I have love. Every day I laugh out loud and it's all because my Clover is absolutely without a doubt the funniest person I have ever experienced.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Self-Deprecation
We were in a store the other day. Clover looked up and saw a poster advertisement and pronounced "That's Mommy!" I started with a typical "I wish" but then I stopped myself. I stopped myself and then I realized that I stopped myself.
I've been told multiple times that I can't take a compliment. Here my lovely almost three year old was telling me that I was pretty enough to be on a poster and I showed my typical self-deprecation.
That is definitely not a side of myself that I want my daughter to see. I'm working on it. I've been working on accepting compliments. I joke about how I can't hear anything over the sound of how awesome I am. But, I really don't believe it.
It's all a work in progress. I am giving myself til Valentine's Day before I hop back on the wagon. And by wagon I mean back to my exercising and eating better regimen. I was on it and between the loss of the tooth/root canal/cold that kicked my butt, I just couldn't stay on. I fell off the wagon. But that's okay. After Valentine's Day I will start back up and work towards getting to where I want to be. I'm not sure where that is. I lost thirty pounds after having Clover. It took some work, but then I got there and then I got comfortable. So time to hop back and on and work on being healthier, a little happier, and a little less self deprecating.
So when I stopped myself, I told my little Clover...
"That's very sweet of you. Thank you baby"
I think it's amazing how something so little can change you so much.
I've been told multiple times that I can't take a compliment. Here my lovely almost three year old was telling me that I was pretty enough to be on a poster and I showed my typical self-deprecation.
That is definitely not a side of myself that I want my daughter to see. I'm working on it. I've been working on accepting compliments. I joke about how I can't hear anything over the sound of how awesome I am. But, I really don't believe it.
It's all a work in progress. I am giving myself til Valentine's Day before I hop back on the wagon. And by wagon I mean back to my exercising and eating better regimen. I was on it and between the loss of the tooth/root canal/cold that kicked my butt, I just couldn't stay on. I fell off the wagon. But that's okay. After Valentine's Day I will start back up and work towards getting to where I want to be. I'm not sure where that is. I lost thirty pounds after having Clover. It took some work, but then I got there and then I got comfortable. So time to hop back and on and work on being healthier, a little happier, and a little less self deprecating.
So when I stopped myself, I told my little Clover...
"That's very sweet of you. Thank you baby"
I think it's amazing how something so little can change you so much.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
I Have Left My Confusion to a Cynical World
I have left my confusion to a cynical world
I am throwing myself at things I don't understand
Discover enlightenment holding your hand
You are..
So Beautiful
(From So Beautiful by Darren Hayes)
That was the song I was listening too when I got so caught up in the song that I drove right past my house. I realized I drove past my house, waved, and then drove around the block listening and singing along to the rest.
I was lost in my own thoughts. Somewhere between brainstorming and singing. It's a good thing no one was around to hear me because my voice is normally terrible but add the lovely cold that I have and it's pretty awful! But lucky, I have the ability to laugh at myself and sing anyways.
It's that time of year again. Pink and Red everywhere you turn. Lots of advertisements telling boys to buy girls shiny things. And lots of billboards showing you where to buy flowers. Shortly after New Years, all of the lovely red and pink hearts start coming out. A lot of people gripe that they are out early and that Valentine's day isn't until February. Not me. I doddle through all of the isles, gazing at it all. What? Like I said, it's pretty.
I know that some of you out there in the world believe that Valentine's Day is a "commercial holiday" generated by the greeting card company. So to you I say...so what? You don't have to buy in. You don't have to buy Valentines or anything remotely pink or red if you do not wish to do so. "We should celebrate love every day!" and "I don't like to be told when to tell someone I love them" are two other arguments I have heard. You are right. We should tell the people we love that we love them. And it would be great if we did every day. But sometimes that pesky life thing gets in the way. Sometimes we get so caught up in keeping up that things we should do ends up being things that I should have done.
Sometimes.
So here comes this nice little holiday to remind you. It can be as simple as that. A reminder. You don't have to buy big huge rocks or hundreds of red roses. I start brainstorming in the beginning of February. I was busy brainstorming tonight and drove right past my house, so I can't put all the blame on my CD. I like to do little things to remind the hubs that I still love him. Drawing hearts on the bathroom mirror or making his cup of coffee before mine. I love buying a box of Valentines and sending them out. It reminds me of being a kid again. And now that I have my very own Clover, I let her pick out the Valentines. She went with Olivia just in case you were wondering. We make our own Valentines as well. Red paint and glitter flying everywhere!
The hubs and I have spent every Valentine's day the same. A home made dinner and a rental. Usually a steak and potato dinner for the hubs and a girlie movie for me. After Clover's eyes close and she is snug in her bed, the hubs and I get time to ourselves. Picking the movie takes longer than anything else. Last year we watched Outsourced. Which was very cute. It's a night that we know we get to spend time with each other without any distractions. No computers or cell phones. Just us.
Yes, we should be spending quality time like that all of the time, but ya know...sometimes...life. So what's wrong with using the holiday as a reminder? I guess I am a little confused to why that's a bad thing.
I am throwing myself at things I don't understand
Discover enlightenment holding your hand
You are..
So Beautiful
(From So Beautiful by Darren Hayes)
That was the song I was listening too when I got so caught up in the song that I drove right past my house. I realized I drove past my house, waved, and then drove around the block listening and singing along to the rest.
I was lost in my own thoughts. Somewhere between brainstorming and singing. It's a good thing no one was around to hear me because my voice is normally terrible but add the lovely cold that I have and it's pretty awful! But lucky, I have the ability to laugh at myself and sing anyways.
It's that time of year again. Pink and Red everywhere you turn. Lots of advertisements telling boys to buy girls shiny things. And lots of billboards showing you where to buy flowers. Shortly after New Years, all of the lovely red and pink hearts start coming out. A lot of people gripe that they are out early and that Valentine's day isn't until February. Not me. I doddle through all of the isles, gazing at it all. What? Like I said, it's pretty.
I know that some of you out there in the world believe that Valentine's Day is a "commercial holiday" generated by the greeting card company. So to you I say...so what? You don't have to buy in. You don't have to buy Valentines or anything remotely pink or red if you do not wish to do so. "We should celebrate love every day!" and "I don't like to be told when to tell someone I love them" are two other arguments I have heard. You are right. We should tell the people we love that we love them. And it would be great if we did every day. But sometimes that pesky life thing gets in the way. Sometimes we get so caught up in keeping up that things we should do ends up being things that I should have done.
Sometimes.
So here comes this nice little holiday to remind you. It can be as simple as that. A reminder. You don't have to buy big huge rocks or hundreds of red roses. I start brainstorming in the beginning of February. I was busy brainstorming tonight and drove right past my house, so I can't put all the blame on my CD. I like to do little things to remind the hubs that I still love him. Drawing hearts on the bathroom mirror or making his cup of coffee before mine. I love buying a box of Valentines and sending them out. It reminds me of being a kid again. And now that I have my very own Clover, I let her pick out the Valentines. She went with Olivia just in case you were wondering. We make our own Valentines as well. Red paint and glitter flying everywhere!
The hubs and I have spent every Valentine's day the same. A home made dinner and a rental. Usually a steak and potato dinner for the hubs and a girlie movie for me. After Clover's eyes close and she is snug in her bed, the hubs and I get time to ourselves. Picking the movie takes longer than anything else. Last year we watched Outsourced. Which was very cute. It's a night that we know we get to spend time with each other without any distractions. No computers or cell phones. Just us.
Yes, we should be spending quality time like that all of the time, but ya know...sometimes...life. So what's wrong with using the holiday as a reminder? I guess I am a little confused to why that's a bad thing.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Bring Sunscreen
When teleportation is finally possible, where will you beam yourself first?
(Yes, you can assume you'd be able to teleport yourself back. It'd be a teleportation app for your phone of course, which you'd keep in your pocket).
There is nothing more peaceful than just sitting your butt on the beach and absorbing. Listening to the waves, feeling the mist on your skin, watching the repetitive motion of the water. Soon your breath becomes one with the tides and you feel all the tense muscles in your body relax. Make sure you remember your beach umbrella and some sunscreen.
And then there are vacations of another kind.
Yes, If I could teleport anywhere...this would be one of them. Not as calming as the previous but absolutely fun! To walk around and feel the history of the place. To see the care and detail that goes into everything they do so that you truly feel as if you are in another place. A magical place. A place where you can be a little "Goofy" and no one will judge you. Probably because they are all sportin ears that look like a cartoon mouse.
There is nothing that can put you in a better mood faster than seeing your daughters face light up when she realizes where she is at. All of that childlike wonder and curiosity that is bundled up in such a small package, only to be released all at once. And the kicker is that all the adults play along too! Remember to bring a change of socks and your sunscreen.
(Yes, you can assume you'd be able to teleport yourself back. It'd be a teleportation app for your phone of course, which you'd keep in your pocket).
There is nothing more peaceful than just sitting your butt on the beach and absorbing. Listening to the waves, feeling the mist on your skin, watching the repetitive motion of the water. Soon your breath becomes one with the tides and you feel all the tense muscles in your body relax. Make sure you remember your beach umbrella and some sunscreen.
And then there are vacations of another kind.
Yes, If I could teleport anywhere...this would be one of them. Not as calming as the previous but absolutely fun! To walk around and feel the history of the place. To see the care and detail that goes into everything they do so that you truly feel as if you are in another place. A magical place. A place where you can be a little "Goofy" and no one will judge you. Probably because they are all sportin ears that look like a cartoon mouse.
There is nothing that can put you in a better mood faster than seeing your daughters face light up when she realizes where she is at. All of that childlike wonder and curiosity that is bundled up in such a small package, only to be released all at once. And the kicker is that all the adults play along too! Remember to bring a change of socks and your sunscreen.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
In Which
In which I admit that not all my days are good days. I like to keep it pretty positive around these parts. I see no point in wallowing in negativity. Unfortunately, I don't always live up to my own expectations. That's life, right?
It started yesterday when I was eating my nice crunchy granola and heard a nasty crunch. A crunch that was not supposed to be there. Upon further investigation, I realized that I just crunched my tooth in half. I spit everything out and sitting right there was half of my tooth. Luckily it didn't hurt. But it sent me into a nice downward spiral of worry and wallowing.
I suppose (and was told) that had I kept up on my semi-annual appointments that perhaps this may have been caught. I tried to explain to my oh so nice dentist that "It wasn't him". And that I have a massive fear of dentistry since I had a horrible, torturous and traumatizing dental experience when I was about 15. In which they stabbed me in the gums with wooden toothpick thingies and continued to drill even though I asked them to stop. So since then I have not been a fan. My dentist is great and understands my fear but continues to harass me all in good fun when I do make it in and makes a point to tell the receptionist not to get attached to me since she will never see me again.
So I not only saw one dentist, I saw two. I got to experience my very first root canal today. Which wasn't that bad. The dentist and assistant were both very nice. I am a little sore, other than that I feel okay. But to do all of this I had to secure the truck and find a last minute baby sitter. So on top of the dental visit, root canal fees and baby sitter charge I am in the hole. So you can see why I am a little whiny.
It always seems that whenever I am trying to be healthy it bites me in the butt. Nice healthy granola caused me to loose a tooth and working out has been put on the back burner since I feel too crappy to do anything. And for some reason whenever I feel like crap all I want is food that is horrible in one way or another. Hello Resses Pb cups!
On top of all this Clover has caught a nice little winter virus. I am pretty sure that we have caught the same virus so we are both tired, whiny and sick.
Maybe I should have warned you in the beginning that I was a little whiny?
It started yesterday when I was eating my nice crunchy granola and heard a nasty crunch. A crunch that was not supposed to be there. Upon further investigation, I realized that I just crunched my tooth in half. I spit everything out and sitting right there was half of my tooth. Luckily it didn't hurt. But it sent me into a nice downward spiral of worry and wallowing.
I suppose (and was told) that had I kept up on my semi-annual appointments that perhaps this may have been caught. I tried to explain to my oh so nice dentist that "It wasn't him". And that I have a massive fear of dentistry since I had a horrible, torturous and traumatizing dental experience when I was about 15. In which they stabbed me in the gums with wooden toothpick thingies and continued to drill even though I asked them to stop. So since then I have not been a fan. My dentist is great and understands my fear but continues to harass me all in good fun when I do make it in and makes a point to tell the receptionist not to get attached to me since she will never see me again.
So I not only saw one dentist, I saw two. I got to experience my very first root canal today. Which wasn't that bad. The dentist and assistant were both very nice. I am a little sore, other than that I feel okay. But to do all of this I had to secure the truck and find a last minute baby sitter. So on top of the dental visit, root canal fees and baby sitter charge I am in the hole. So you can see why I am a little whiny.
It always seems that whenever I am trying to be healthy it bites me in the butt. Nice healthy granola caused me to loose a tooth and working out has been put on the back burner since I feel too crappy to do anything. And for some reason whenever I feel like crap all I want is food that is horrible in one way or another. Hello Resses Pb cups!
On top of all this Clover has caught a nice little winter virus. I am pretty sure that we have caught the same virus so we are both tired, whiny and sick.
Maybe I should have warned you in the beginning that I was a little whiny?
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