I love when I find something that I didn’t know I needed.
I planned to spend the rest of my weekend partying with friends and possibly not remembering any of it. It was Rugbyfest, what better to do, right? Last minute on Saturday night I decided to splurge a little and drive myself to the state line to see my grandparents in Louisiana. It was the best idea I’d had in a while. Driving the two hours to their front step was the most liberating thing. I got to jam out and just be myself for a full 120 minutes. Gosh I needed it. And I didn’t even know it till after it happened.
What is it about driving that makes me feel free? Is it the fact that I’m flying down the road at 70 miles per hour? Is it that I can turn my music up as loud as I want and it doesn’t bother anyone? Whatever it is, I absolutely love it.
While in visiting my grandparents my Grandmother and I took a trip to WalMart. There I learned one of the great things about Louisiana: liquor in the grocery store. As I was walking and gazing into all of the beautiful bottles of wine that I’m used to on the alcohol aisle I ran into a bottle of Jack Daniels. It didn’t quite click at first till I saw a bottle of Crown. I looked back, thought for a second and remembered that in Louisiana they can sell liquor in the grocery stores. I then quickly decided that I needed to buy something. I found a bottle of Belvedere and he was glued to my hand. Half the price of the one I bought in Texas for my birthday! Then I saw the Nuvo. It’s shiny pink bottle called to me. It went straight into the basket. Lately I’ve been craving Tequila Rose so I looked around for the tasty treat and found it sitting on a lower shelf, patiently waiting for me, so it joined the Nuvo in the basket and I sadly put the Belvedere back by the Ciroq. My reasoning was that I already had a Belvedere bottle for my collection and wasn’t going to buy three bottles of liquor on a WalMart trip with my Grandmother; two was plenty. I would have felt bad, but Gran herself had put some gin in the cart first. Needless to say, I’m going to have a few great nights in Nacogdoches once I get home.
I also splurged on the new Taylor Swift cd. I’ve been trying to avoid it, and I had done a good job so far. But I had a good tip night at work on Saturday and money burns a hole in my pocket, so here I am sitting on the bed listening to Taylor sing me into a blissful coma. I wish and pray to God every day to give me her talent. The way she writes her songs just gets me. I try to write my best, and in prose pieces it works, but I can’t write a song to save my life.
And I’d love to. I’d love to sit down and pour my heart out into a song, pick up a guitar, add music and sing it for the whole world, for my friends, just for myself.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Blogging
I have been trying to blog for at least the past two weeks. I can't ever make my mind up about what I want to blog about. I don't want to sound redundant and write about the same thing all the time: I'm sad, I'm lonely, I want a boyfriend. I want to write something profound. Something that people will read, then sit back and go "wow, I never looked at it that way before". I've been told I don't need to push it. It'll come to me when I'm not trying. But still, my fans beckon me and I need to write something.
My indecisiveness about what to blog about did lead me to confront myself with the fact that I am not very good at making up my mind. It doesn't matter what it is. Let's go with a general example here. This morning I woke up in time to visit a couple friends at work before I started my day. I didn't want to waste time with taking a shower so I brushed my teeth, fluffed my hair and began the long staring contest with my clothes.
I looked at the pile on my couch, didn't see anything that appealed to me. I kicked around the lump of half dirties on the floor and decided on my favorite pair of jeans that I'd worn on Tuesday. Then I got to the closet. The t-shirts, sweaters, jackets, and other assorted tops glared at me, all calling to be worn. The problem this morning was that I didn't want to look like I was trying to look good. I wasn't going to waste time on make-up and my hair looked rough, so my outfit couldn't outshine my face. With everything in the closet looking too nice or too warm for the day I turned back to the lump of half dirties. I pulled on my cut-up, off the shoulder Old Navy sweatshirt thinking that it looked raggedgy enough to pull off the grunge look I was going for. I then remembered that I wore it on my quick trip to Kroger the night before, and also around the house all day on Tuesday, and to sleep on Monday night, my friends were probably getting tired of seeing it (and it should probably be washed).
Then I had the great idea to put on a relatively cute top with nice shoes so it would look like I care at least a little bit about how I appear to others. Like Oprah says, you never know when you're going to meet your Prince Charming, so you always need to dress to impress. I reached into the closet for my old standby, a pink, patterned shirt from Lane Bryant that is cut just low enough to let people know I'm a woman and flows out just enough to hide the biscuits and gravy I had last night. I looked in the mirror at myself, thinking I was ready to run out the door when I then realized that I had a huge black streak on the side of my pants. I'd worn them when I was painting with Caroline on Tuesday and they were now showing how artsy I am. I threw them back into the half dirty pile thinking that I needed to move them into the completely dirty pile and grabbed a pair of capris that I'd worn the day before. I moved back to the mirror and changed my mind again. The shirt coupled with my natural face made me look washed out and like I didn't know fashion at all. It had to go.
I was just about to crawl back into bed and forget all about the friends that I'd hoped to see before I had to get to work when I spotted my dad's old Dallas Cowboys sweatshirt laying on top of my clean pile of clothes. It, coupled with a green tank top, would be the perfect choice for my morning on the town. No one can blame me for looking bad because I was supporting my team (even though I'm one of the few that still do).
I re-fluffed my hair, all the changing had flattened it again, slipped my pre-tied tennis shoes on and ran out the door.
So, as I said, I'm completely indecisive. Even when it comes down on how to look grunge enough.
And in complaining about having nothing to blog about it seems that I found something to say. I may not be able to make up my mind up about what to blog or what to wear but I sure can ramble on about things.
My indecisiveness about what to blog about did lead me to confront myself with the fact that I am not very good at making up my mind. It doesn't matter what it is. Let's go with a general example here. This morning I woke up in time to visit a couple friends at work before I started my day. I didn't want to waste time with taking a shower so I brushed my teeth, fluffed my hair and began the long staring contest with my clothes.
I looked at the pile on my couch, didn't see anything that appealed to me. I kicked around the lump of half dirties on the floor and decided on my favorite pair of jeans that I'd worn on Tuesday. Then I got to the closet. The t-shirts, sweaters, jackets, and other assorted tops glared at me, all calling to be worn. The problem this morning was that I didn't want to look like I was trying to look good. I wasn't going to waste time on make-up and my hair looked rough, so my outfit couldn't outshine my face. With everything in the closet looking too nice or too warm for the day I turned back to the lump of half dirties. I pulled on my cut-up, off the shoulder Old Navy sweatshirt thinking that it looked raggedgy enough to pull off the grunge look I was going for. I then remembered that I wore it on my quick trip to Kroger the night before, and also around the house all day on Tuesday, and to sleep on Monday night, my friends were probably getting tired of seeing it (and it should probably be washed).
Then I had the great idea to put on a relatively cute top with nice shoes so it would look like I care at least a little bit about how I appear to others. Like Oprah says, you never know when you're going to meet your Prince Charming, so you always need to dress to impress. I reached into the closet for my old standby, a pink, patterned shirt from Lane Bryant that is cut just low enough to let people know I'm a woman and flows out just enough to hide the biscuits and gravy I had last night. I looked in the mirror at myself, thinking I was ready to run out the door when I then realized that I had a huge black streak on the side of my pants. I'd worn them when I was painting with Caroline on Tuesday and they were now showing how artsy I am. I threw them back into the half dirty pile thinking that I needed to move them into the completely dirty pile and grabbed a pair of capris that I'd worn the day before. I moved back to the mirror and changed my mind again. The shirt coupled with my natural face made me look washed out and like I didn't know fashion at all. It had to go.
I was just about to crawl back into bed and forget all about the friends that I'd hoped to see before I had to get to work when I spotted my dad's old Dallas Cowboys sweatshirt laying on top of my clean pile of clothes. It, coupled with a green tank top, would be the perfect choice for my morning on the town. No one can blame me for looking bad because I was supporting my team (even though I'm one of the few that still do).
I re-fluffed my hair, all the changing had flattened it again, slipped my pre-tied tennis shoes on and ran out the door.
So, as I said, I'm completely indecisive. Even when it comes down on how to look grunge enough.
And in complaining about having nothing to blog about it seems that I found something to say. I may not be able to make up my mind up about what to blog or what to wear but I sure can ramble on about things.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
insomnia?
I hate sleeping alone. Especially when I'm in a sad mood.
I wish there was someone to put their arms around me and hold me tight and tell me that everything is going to be alright.
When I'm feeling alone in the world the last thing I need is to lay down by myself for 7ish hours. I need to be told that I'm not alone. I need to be comforted.
I don't mean to sound needy, but I feel like that's the way it should be.
I don't mean that I need a boyfriend, but that would be nice, I just need someone to protect me from all the bad thoughts that flood my mind at night.
If only they made teddy bears that held you instead of the other way around.
But alas, I'm going to lay here in the dark and hug my pillow tight and listen to soothing music to lull me to sleep.
I wish there was someone to put their arms around me and hold me tight and tell me that everything is going to be alright.
When I'm feeling alone in the world the last thing I need is to lay down by myself for 7ish hours. I need to be told that I'm not alone. I need to be comforted.
I don't mean to sound needy, but I feel like that's the way it should be.
I don't mean that I need a boyfriend, but that would be nice, I just need someone to protect me from all the bad thoughts that flood my mind at night.
If only they made teddy bears that held you instead of the other way around.
But alas, I'm going to lay here in the dark and hug my pillow tight and listen to soothing music to lull me to sleep.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Tired.
I'm tired of the waiting. I'm tired of trying. I'm tired of being patient. I'm tired of sitting around and seeing everyone get what they want. I'm tired of being the listener, I want to be the talker. I'm tired of everyone else's drama, I want my own.
I'm tired of older, wiser people telling me to wait and things will happen. I think it's about time that something happened. I haven't gotten what I've wanted in about a year. Yes, I've gotten some things that I wanted. I've had good times. But I'm ready for that one thing that will make life right.
I planned on making this a long-wordy blog about things that I want to happen in my life, things that are happening in my life, and random other facts of life, but it's work time. And like always, work gets in the way and makes my life miserable. yay!
I'm tired of older, wiser people telling me to wait and things will happen. I think it's about time that something happened. I haven't gotten what I've wanted in about a year. Yes, I've gotten some things that I wanted. I've had good times. But I'm ready for that one thing that will make life right.
I planned on making this a long-wordy blog about things that I want to happen in my life, things that are happening in my life, and random other facts of life, but it's work time. And like always, work gets in the way and makes my life miserable. yay!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Pecaaaaan Pieee
It's been over two months since I've blogged. I never thought I'd go that long again without writing. Let's see what's happened...
-I didn't keep up with "Operation Love Me"...oh well, it was good while it lasted. I may not have lost weight, and I may not be completely happy, but I think I'm content now. For now.
-I turned 21. Yayyy buying alcohol. Haha. Of course I don't go crazy like some, but I have bought a good amount of wine. Love that stuff.
-I've gotten closer to a few of my friends. I feel like my friendships have "shifted", but I love all of them so it's great.
That's about all that's happened. Wow, I thought this summer had been a little more productive. Maybe not. I really don't even have much to talk about. Call the press! Jordan is speechless!
Watching "When Harry Met Sally" and it's at the orgasm scene, so I better pay close attention. :)
-I didn't keep up with "Operation Love Me"...oh well, it was good while it lasted. I may not have lost weight, and I may not be completely happy, but I think I'm content now. For now.
-I turned 21. Yayyy buying alcohol. Haha. Of course I don't go crazy like some, but I have bought a good amount of wine. Love that stuff.
-I've gotten closer to a few of my friends. I feel like my friendships have "shifted", but I love all of them so it's great.
That's about all that's happened. Wow, I thought this summer had been a little more productive. Maybe not. I really don't even have much to talk about. Call the press! Jordan is speechless!
Watching "When Harry Met Sally" and it's at the orgasm scene, so I better pay close attention. :)
Monday, June 7, 2010
Operation Love Me
*I have started a new blog devoted just to "Operation Love Me"...follow it and read!*
Things have been falling into place for me recently. Not in a good way, but in a way that will turn into good. Last week I bought a book called "Eat Pray Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert. It's a non-fiction piece about "one woman's search for everything across Italy, India, and Indonesia". I have realized that I don't want to turn into the woman in the book, and if I continue down the path I'm on, I see myself heading straight there. Since I can't be a world traveler like Liz, I decided that I need to work on my life here in Nacogdoches. I decided that I needed to start loving me.
Enter "Operation Love Me".
Today is the start of Summer I classes and every morning I have a biology lab at 8AM. Before my lab I am starting a workout routine which entails that I wake up at 6AM and go to the rec center gym with my friends Eric, Allison, and Caroline. I am very lucky to have such good friends that also want to get in shape and are willing to wake up that early in the morning. I am then going to take a quick shower and then get ready for my lab. Between lab and my actual class at 12:30 I am going to have time devoted to homework/studying and chores around the house. Since the whole point of "Operation Love Me" is to be happy with myself, I have to worry about my school work because I can't be a happy person if I am not doing well in school and well on my way to graduation.
This week after my class I have work everyday, so I will be there until 8 or 9. My plan when I get off work is to have my rest/entertainment time. In the time I get off work till my 10:30 bedtime (yes, 10:30) I will have time for watching a movie, catching up on tv shows, or just hanging out with friends.
The other major part of "Operation Love Me" is prayer. Like my "friend" Elizabeth Gilbert, I haven't had the best relationship with God in my life. I believe that in order to love myself and to be happy, I need to love God and trust him with my life. Last night as I lay, sleepless, in bed I realized that I needed to start my new journey off the right way, with a prayer. I got down on my knees and prayed out loud in my empty room. (I say it was empty lightly because there was no human being in there with me, but my kitten, Lexie, was very concerned as to why I awoke her from her content slumber.) Prayer has never been a strength of mine. I never know what to say and even if God is actually hearing what I say, so I just don't do it. Last night I prayed for a few minutes. Just telling in my plans and goals and asking for him to give me strength to make myself a better person. After my "amen" I crawled back into bed and tried for a good night's rest.
I was rudely awoken at 4:26 AM by my body. I'm not sure what made my young, 20 year old college body want to get out of bed that early. I'm assuming it was a mixture of anxiety, excitement, and my bladder. Either way, I got out of bed thinking that I might start my day super early and quickly decided that I needed to tell my body who was boss and hopped back into bed. It took Lexie a while to realize that it wasn't actually "get up" time so I stayed pretty awake till she settled back into a ball at the small of my back.
When my alarm went off at 6:00 I jumped out of bed ready to start "Operation Love Me". I was to meet Eric and Caroline on my front porch at 6:15, so I didn't have much time. I was surprised when I found myself standing alone at 6:12, early for one of the first times in my life. The four of us decided that if someone didn't show up to our early morning work-out that we would call and hassle them until they either woke up for felt very sorry about it. At about 6:25 I realized that I was still standing alone and needed to find my fellow companions (Allison was already waiting for us at the gym). Eric claimed that Caroline was running late and that they'd be "right there". I was about to leave them when they slowly walked around the corner and we jumped in my truck and sped away.
When I returned home I found that it was difficult to run up the stairs that led to my room. This is only going to get worse every morning, until I get up my strength I suppose. I got ready for class and walked to the Science building only to find that my lab doesn't start till the second day of classes and that I need to have my lab manual by that time.
I called my mother and had a very nice early morning conversation with her. She told me that she was proud of me and we shared in our new-found love of "True Blood" and the Sookie Stackhouse books. I've seen the entire show and she's just starting to read the books, which I will be promptly borrowing from her. We kept each other on the phone for a while until I made my way to the local bookstore to buy my biology books. Turns out I had to spend all of the money that I have been saving up for rent to buy just the book, not the manual. It seems that one of the goals for "Operation Love Me" is going to have to be that I need to accept the fact that I am not a millionaire and cannot spend money as such.
Things have been falling into place for me recently. Not in a good way, but in a way that will turn into good. Last week I bought a book called "Eat Pray Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert. It's a non-fiction piece about "one woman's search for everything across Italy, India, and Indonesia". I have realized that I don't want to turn into the woman in the book, and if I continue down the path I'm on, I see myself heading straight there. Since I can't be a world traveler like Liz, I decided that I need to work on my life here in Nacogdoches. I decided that I needed to start loving me.
Enter "Operation Love Me".
Today is the start of Summer I classes and every morning I have a biology lab at 8AM. Before my lab I am starting a workout routine which entails that I wake up at 6AM and go to the rec center gym with my friends Eric, Allison, and Caroline. I am very lucky to have such good friends that also want to get in shape and are willing to wake up that early in the morning. I am then going to take a quick shower and then get ready for my lab. Between lab and my actual class at 12:30 I am going to have time devoted to homework/studying and chores around the house. Since the whole point of "Operation Love Me" is to be happy with myself, I have to worry about my school work because I can't be a happy person if I am not doing well in school and well on my way to graduation.
This week after my class I have work everyday, so I will be there until 8 or 9. My plan when I get off work is to have my rest/entertainment time. In the time I get off work till my 10:30 bedtime (yes, 10:30) I will have time for watching a movie, catching up on tv shows, or just hanging out with friends.
The other major part of "Operation Love Me" is prayer. Like my "friend" Elizabeth Gilbert, I haven't had the best relationship with God in my life. I believe that in order to love myself and to be happy, I need to love God and trust him with my life. Last night as I lay, sleepless, in bed I realized that I needed to start my new journey off the right way, with a prayer. I got down on my knees and prayed out loud in my empty room. (I say it was empty lightly because there was no human being in there with me, but my kitten, Lexie, was very concerned as to why I awoke her from her content slumber.) Prayer has never been a strength of mine. I never know what to say and even if God is actually hearing what I say, so I just don't do it. Last night I prayed for a few minutes. Just telling in my plans and goals and asking for him to give me strength to make myself a better person. After my "amen" I crawled back into bed and tried for a good night's rest.
I was rudely awoken at 4:26 AM by my body. I'm not sure what made my young, 20 year old college body want to get out of bed that early. I'm assuming it was a mixture of anxiety, excitement, and my bladder. Either way, I got out of bed thinking that I might start my day super early and quickly decided that I needed to tell my body who was boss and hopped back into bed. It took Lexie a while to realize that it wasn't actually "get up" time so I stayed pretty awake till she settled back into a ball at the small of my back.
When my alarm went off at 6:00 I jumped out of bed ready to start "Operation Love Me". I was to meet Eric and Caroline on my front porch at 6:15, so I didn't have much time. I was surprised when I found myself standing alone at 6:12, early for one of the first times in my life. The four of us decided that if someone didn't show up to our early morning work-out that we would call and hassle them until they either woke up for felt very sorry about it. At about 6:25 I realized that I was still standing alone and needed to find my fellow companions (Allison was already waiting for us at the gym). Eric claimed that Caroline was running late and that they'd be "right there". I was about to leave them when they slowly walked around the corner and we jumped in my truck and sped away.
When I returned home I found that it was difficult to run up the stairs that led to my room. This is only going to get worse every morning, until I get up my strength I suppose. I got ready for class and walked to the Science building only to find that my lab doesn't start till the second day of classes and that I need to have my lab manual by that time.
I called my mother and had a very nice early morning conversation with her. She told me that she was proud of me and we shared in our new-found love of "True Blood" and the Sookie Stackhouse books. I've seen the entire show and she's just starting to read the books, which I will be promptly borrowing from her. We kept each other on the phone for a while until I made my way to the local bookstore to buy my biology books. Turns out I had to spend all of the money that I have been saving up for rent to buy just the book, not the manual. It seems that one of the goals for "Operation Love Me" is going to have to be that I need to accept the fact that I am not a millionaire and cannot spend money as such.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
I used to know this song by heart
I think it has finally hit me. The complete sadness...heartache...feeling of failure. It's taken five days. I think that's pretty good. I mean, it was bad at first. Crying, yelling, punishing myself and others around me, but I quickly shook it off and hid it deep down. Now it has come back. It's keeping me awake, it's crowding my mind. I try to think of other things but I can only think of how I have, once again, failed at my attempt for a love life.
People warned me. I'd been down this road before. I didn't enjoy it then, why would it be any different the second, third, fourth, time?
How can I have this entire relationship built up in my mind and he have nothing?
I find it hard to believe that he can see the world through completely different eyes.
I'm tired of living in my own world where I think everything will work out. I need someone to pull me to the ground and help me have a real relationship. A relationship where feelings are shared, and even though hard times are had, love still prevails.
I may be young, but I want the future. I'm not the kind of person that can live from day to day. I'm not the kind of person who can run around willy nilly and meet new people every night. I'm not meant for the dating "scene".
I'm meant to find a man and fall in love with him.
And he with me.
I'm meant to love the same man for all of my life.
Yet I always drag myself down to the ground and make myself feel minuscule and hopeless. Helpless even.
Is it too much to ask that I find that one person soon?
Is it too much to ask that it's easier?
I know that there are people out there that are older than me that can't find the man of their dreams and I should be happy that I'm only 20...but I just can't be.
I can't be happy with myself without a "better half".
I'm not who I want to be without someone that wants me.
I know that I'm loved. I have a wonderful family that would do anything for me and that don't want to see me hurt. I have great friends that would be there for me anytime of the day.
And I know that I have someone that's written in the books for me...I just wish he'd find his way to me quicker.
I'm getting a little tired of waiting.
People warned me. I'd been down this road before. I didn't enjoy it then, why would it be any different the second, third, fourth, time?
How can I have this entire relationship built up in my mind and he have nothing?
I find it hard to believe that he can see the world through completely different eyes.
I'm tired of living in my own world where I think everything will work out. I need someone to pull me to the ground and help me have a real relationship. A relationship where feelings are shared, and even though hard times are had, love still prevails.
I may be young, but I want the future. I'm not the kind of person that can live from day to day. I'm not the kind of person who can run around willy nilly and meet new people every night. I'm not meant for the dating "scene".
I'm meant to find a man and fall in love with him.
And he with me.
I'm meant to love the same man for all of my life.
Yet I always drag myself down to the ground and make myself feel minuscule and hopeless. Helpless even.
Is it too much to ask that I find that one person soon?
Is it too much to ask that it's easier?
I know that there are people out there that are older than me that can't find the man of their dreams and I should be happy that I'm only 20...but I just can't be.
I can't be happy with myself without a "better half".
I'm not who I want to be without someone that wants me.
I know that I'm loved. I have a wonderful family that would do anything for me and that don't want to see me hurt. I have great friends that would be there for me anytime of the day.
And I know that I have someone that's written in the books for me...I just wish he'd find his way to me quicker.
I'm getting a little tired of waiting.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
if you're 5 or 82 this is something you can do
Day 07 - A song that reminds you of a certain event
"Hoedown Throwdown" by Miley Cyrus
One year I taught my mom's Thespian inductees the "hoedown throwdown" for their initiation. I spent a whole night teaching myself the dance and after I got it down I was extremely proud of myself. I can still do the whole dance. :)
So this picture always reminds me of the thespian induction that year...watching all my kids do the dance...even if they all hated it.
There's the words and the song!
And if you want to learn the dance... :)
"Hoedown Throwdown" by Miley Cyrus
One year I taught my mom's Thespian inductees the "hoedown throwdown" for their initiation. I spent a whole night teaching myself the dance and after I got it down I was extremely proud of myself. I can still do the whole dance. :)
So this picture always reminds me of the thespian induction that year...watching all my kids do the dance...even if they all hated it.
There's the words and the song!
And if you want to learn the dance... :)
medium rare with mustard 'be nice
Day 06 - A song that reminds of you of somewhere
"Cheeseburger in Paradise" by Jimmy Buffett
I think it was the summer between my 4th and 5th grade years that I went on a trip to Colorado with Kelsey and her family. Almost the whole way there Mr. Durham played Jimmy Buffett. Kelsey and I always jammed out to this song! Every time I hear about it I think of Colorado and the great trip we had there!
Kelsey can still sing this song word for word!!!
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits
Made it nearly seventy days
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays
But at night I'd had these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat
Not zucchini, fettucini or Bulgar wheat
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat
Chorus:
Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise)
Heaven on earth with an onion slice (paradise)
Not too particular not too precise (paradise)
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise
Heard about the old time sailor men
They eat the same thing again and again
Warm beer and bread they said could raise the dead
Well it reminds me of the menu at a holiday inn
Times have changed for sailors these days
When I'm in port I get what I need
Not just Havanas or bananas or daiquiris
But that American creation on which I feed
Chorus:
Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise)
Medium rare with mustard 'be nice (paradise)
Heaven on earth with an onion slice (paradise)
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well good god almighty which way do I steer for my
Chorus:
Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise)
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice (paradise)
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice (paradise)
To get a cheeseburger in paradise
To be a cheeseburger in paradise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise
Coda:
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well good god almighty which way do I steer for my
"Cheeseburger in Paradise" by Jimmy Buffett
I think it was the summer between my 4th and 5th grade years that I went on a trip to Colorado with Kelsey and her family. Almost the whole way there Mr. Durham played Jimmy Buffett. Kelsey and I always jammed out to this song! Every time I hear about it I think of Colorado and the great trip we had there!
Kelsey can still sing this song word for word!!!
Tried to amend my carnivorous habits
Made it nearly seventy days
Losin' weight without speed, eatin' sunflower seeds
Drinkin' lots of carrot juice and soakin' up rays
But at night I'd had these wonderful dreams
Some kind of sensuous treat
Not zucchini, fettucini or Bulgar wheat
But a big warm bun and a huge hunk of meat
Chorus:
Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise)
Heaven on earth with an onion slice (paradise)
Not too particular not too precise (paradise)
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise
Heard about the old time sailor men
They eat the same thing again and again
Warm beer and bread they said could raise the dead
Well it reminds me of the menu at a holiday inn
Times have changed for sailors these days
When I'm in port I get what I need
Not just Havanas or bananas or daiquiris
But that American creation on which I feed
Chorus:
Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise)
Medium rare with mustard 'be nice (paradise)
Heaven on earth with an onion slice (paradise)
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well good god almighty which way do I steer for my
Chorus:
Cheeseburger in paradise (paradise)
Makin' the best of every virtue and vice (paradise)
Worth every damn bit of sacrifice (paradise)
To get a cheeseburger in paradise
To be a cheeseburger in paradise
I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise
Coda:
I like mine with lettuce and tomato
Heinz 57 and french fried potatoes
Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer
Well good god almighty which way do I steer for my
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Bartender, pour me somethin' strong
Day 05 - A song that reminds you of someone
"Brokenheartsville" by Joe Nichols
This needs no explanation. Everyone is bound to know who it's about.
He wore that cowboy hat to cover up his horns.
Sweet-talkin' forked tongue haf a temptin' charm.
Before I turned around, that girl was gone.
All I can say is: "Bartender, pour me somethin' strong."
Here's to the past, they can kiss my glass.
I hope she's happy with him.
Here's to the girl, who wrecked my world,
That angel who did me in.
I think the devil drives a Coupe de Ville.
I watched 'em drive away over the hill,
Not against her will, an' I've got time to kill,
Down in Brokenheartsville.
It was long on chrome, sittin' in the lot.
An' fire engine red, that thing was hot.
He revved it up, she waved goodbye.
Well, love's gone to hell and so have I.
Here's to the past, they can kiss my glass.
I hope she's happy with him.
Here's to the girl, who wrecked my world,
That angel who did me in.
I think the devil drives a Coupe de Ville.
I watched 'em drive away over the hill,
Not against her will, an' I've got time to kill,
Down in Brokenheartsville.
Here's to the past, they can kiss my glass.
I hope she's happy with him.
Here's to the girl, who wrecked my world,
That angel who did me in.
I think the devil drives a Coupe de Ville.
I watched 'em drive away over the hill,
Not against her will, an' I've got time to kill,
Down in Brokenheartsville.
"Brokenheartsville" by Joe Nichols
This needs no explanation. Everyone is bound to know who it's about.
He wore that cowboy hat to cover up his horns.
Sweet-talkin' forked tongue haf a temptin' charm.
Before I turned around, that girl was gone.
All I can say is: "Bartender, pour me somethin' strong."
Here's to the past, they can kiss my glass.
I hope she's happy with him.
Here's to the girl, who wrecked my world,
That angel who did me in.
I think the devil drives a Coupe de Ville.
I watched 'em drive away over the hill,
Not against her will, an' I've got time to kill,
Down in Brokenheartsville.
It was long on chrome, sittin' in the lot.
An' fire engine red, that thing was hot.
He revved it up, she waved goodbye.
Well, love's gone to hell and so have I.
Here's to the past, they can kiss my glass.
I hope she's happy with him.
Here's to the girl, who wrecked my world,
That angel who did me in.
I think the devil drives a Coupe de Ville.
I watched 'em drive away over the hill,
Not against her will, an' I've got time to kill,
Down in Brokenheartsville.
Here's to the past, they can kiss my glass.
I hope she's happy with him.
Here's to the girl, who wrecked my world,
That angel who did me in.
I think the devil drives a Coupe de Ville.
I watched 'em drive away over the hill,
Not against her will, an' I've got time to kill,
Down in Brokenheartsville.
Friday, April 9, 2010
We may be 1000 miles apart.
Day 04 - A song that makes you sad:
"I'm Already There" by Lonestar
There are a million and one songs that make me cry/sad. I am a very emotional person. But when I have to think of the one song that makes me the saddest it would have to be this one. Even if you have never been in a situation like this it is sad, but it reminds me of when my dad was in Iraq. I remember one night shortly after he had made the decision to go over seas this song came on the radio while we were in the car and I just started bawling. Every time I hear it I'm reminded of that night and how difficult it was with him gone for so long. Unlike some other unfortunate families, we got our daddy back, so there is a happy ending to this sad story.
:)
He called her on the road
From a lonely cold hotel room
Just to hear her say I love you one more time
But when he heard the sound
Of the kids laughing in the background
He had to wipe away a tear from his eye
A little voice came on the phone
Said "Daddy when you coming home"
He said the first thing that came to his mind
I'm already there
Take a look around
I'm the sunshine in your hair
I'm the shadow on the ground
I'm the whisper in the wind
I'm your imaginary friend
And I know I'm in your prayers
Oh I'm already there
She got back on the phone
Said I really miss you darling
Don't worry about the kids they'll be alright
Wish I was in your arms
Lying right there beside you
But I know that I'll be in your dreams tonight
And I'll gently kiss your lips
Touch you with my fingertips
So turn out the light and close your eyes
I'm already there
Don't make a sound
I'm the beat in your heart
I'm the moonlight shining down
I'm the whisper in the wind
And I'll be there until the end
Can you feel the love that we share
Oh I'm already there
We may be a thousand miles apart
But I'll be with you wherever you are
I'm already there
Take a look around
I'm the sunshine in your hair
I'm the shadow on the ground
I'm the whisper in the wind
And I'll be there until the end
Can you feel the love that we share
Oh I'm already there
Oh I'm already
There
"I'm Already There" by Lonestar
There are a million and one songs that make me cry/sad. I am a very emotional person. But when I have to think of the one song that makes me the saddest it would have to be this one. Even if you have never been in a situation like this it is sad, but it reminds me of when my dad was in Iraq. I remember one night shortly after he had made the decision to go over seas this song came on the radio while we were in the car and I just started bawling. Every time I hear it I'm reminded of that night and how difficult it was with him gone for so long. Unlike some other unfortunate families, we got our daddy back, so there is a happy ending to this sad story.
:)
He called her on the road
From a lonely cold hotel room
Just to hear her say I love you one more time
But when he heard the sound
Of the kids laughing in the background
He had to wipe away a tear from his eye
A little voice came on the phone
Said "Daddy when you coming home"
He said the first thing that came to his mind
I'm already there
Take a look around
I'm the sunshine in your hair
I'm the shadow on the ground
I'm the whisper in the wind
I'm your imaginary friend
And I know I'm in your prayers
Oh I'm already there
She got back on the phone
Said I really miss you darling
Don't worry about the kids they'll be alright
Wish I was in your arms
Lying right there beside you
But I know that I'll be in your dreams tonight
And I'll gently kiss your lips
Touch you with my fingertips
So turn out the light and close your eyes
I'm already there
Don't make a sound
I'm the beat in your heart
I'm the moonlight shining down
I'm the whisper in the wind
And I'll be there until the end
Can you feel the love that we share
Oh I'm already there
We may be a thousand miles apart
But I'll be with you wherever you are
I'm already there
Take a look around
I'm the sunshine in your hair
I'm the shadow on the ground
I'm the whisper in the wind
And I'll be there until the end
Can you feel the love that we share
Oh I'm already there
Oh I'm already
There
Thursday, April 8, 2010
I got my first real six-string...
Day 03 - A song that makes you happy
So many songs make me happy. But a song that always puts a little "pep in my step" when I'm walking to class is "Summer of 69" by Bryan Adams. This is definitely one of the best songs ever and I don't know a single soul that can hear this song and not bob their head just a little bit. Anytime I hear it I am instantly happy. If you don't have it on your iPod...get it there
Too bad I can't quite relate...my mom was born in the fall of '68...so I definitely wasn't around...
I got my first real six-string
Bought it at the five-and-dime
Played 'til my fingers bled
It was summer of '69
Me and some guys from school
Had a Band and we tried real hard
Jimmy quit and Jody got married
I shualda known we'd never get far
Oh when I lock back now
That was seemes to last forever
And if I had the choice
Ya - I'd always wanna be there
Those were the best days of my life
(CHORUS)
Ain't no use in complainin'
When you got a job to do
Spent my evenin's down at the drive in
And that's when I met you
Standin on a mama's porch
You told me that you'd wait forever
Oh and when you held my hand
I knew that it was no or never
Those were the best days of my life
(Chorus) Back in Summer of '69
Man we were killin' time
We were young and restless
We needed to unwind
I guess nothin' can last forever, no
And now the times are changin'
Look at everything that's come and gone
Somethimes when I play that old six-string
I think about ya wonder what went wrong
Standin' on a mama's porch
You told me it would last forever
Oh the way you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life
(Chorus) Back in summer of '69
So many songs make me happy. But a song that always puts a little "pep in my step" when I'm walking to class is "Summer of 69" by Bryan Adams. This is definitely one of the best songs ever and I don't know a single soul that can hear this song and not bob their head just a little bit. Anytime I hear it I am instantly happy. If you don't have it on your iPod...get it there
Too bad I can't quite relate...my mom was born in the fall of '68...so I definitely wasn't around...
I got my first real six-string
Bought it at the five-and-dime
Played 'til my fingers bled
It was summer of '69
Me and some guys from school
Had a Band and we tried real hard
Jimmy quit and Jody got married
I shualda known we'd never get far
Oh when I lock back now
That was seemes to last forever
And if I had the choice
Ya - I'd always wanna be there
Those were the best days of my life
(CHORUS)
Ain't no use in complainin'
When you got a job to do
Spent my evenin's down at the drive in
And that's when I met you
Standin on a mama's porch
You told me that you'd wait forever
Oh and when you held my hand
I knew that it was no or never
Those were the best days of my life
(Chorus) Back in Summer of '69
Man we were killin' time
We were young and restless
We needed to unwind
I guess nothin' can last forever, no
And now the times are changin'
Look at everything that's come and gone
Somethimes when I play that old six-string
I think about ya wonder what went wrong
Standin' on a mama's porch
You told me it would last forever
Oh the way you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life
(Chorus) Back in summer of '69
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
two x 2
Day twoooo:::
My current least favorite song: "Baby" -Justin Bieber
I'm not going to post the lyrics or the video because I just really hate it and I don't think anyone should be subjected to it's torture.
I really just don't like him or his voice at all. I can't say it's because he's 16 because I'm a fan of Nick Jonas and have been for a while. I just really, really don't like him.
Maybe one of these days he'll improve...but until then I'll stay far away from him and his songs.
My current least favorite song: "Baby" -Justin Bieber
I'm not going to post the lyrics or the video because I just really hate it and I don't think anyone should be subjected to it's torture.
I really just don't like him or his voice at all. I can't say it's because he's 16 because I'm a fan of Nick Jonas and have been for a while. I just really, really don't like him.
Maybe one of these days he'll improve...but until then I'll stay far away from him and his songs.
Days go by
Jenna is doing this "Song a day" thing and I'm going to join her!
Day 01 - Your current favorite song
Day 02 - Your current least favorite song
Day 03 - A song that makes you happy
Day 04 - A song that makes you sad
Day 05 - A song that reminds you of someone
Day 06 - A song that reminds of you of somewhere
Day 07 - A song that reminds you of a certain event
Day 08 - A song that you know all the words to
Day 09 - A song that you can dance to
Day 10 - A song that makes you fall asleep
Day 11 - A song from your favorite band
Day 12 - A song from a band you hate
Day 13 - A song that is a guilty pleasure
Day 14 - A song that no one would expect you to love
Day 15 - A song that describes you
Day 16 - A song that you used to love but now hate
Day 17 - A song that you hear often on the radio
Day 18 - A song that you wish you heard on the radio
Day 19 - A song from your favorite album
Day 20 - A song that you listen to when you’re angry
Day 21 - A song that you listen to when you’re happy
Day 22 - A song that you listen to when you’re sad
Day 23 - A song that you want to play at your wedding
Day 24 - A song that you want to play at your funeral
Day 25 - A song that makes you laugh
Day 26 - A song that you can play on an instrument
Day 27 - A song that you wish you could play
Day 28 - A song that makes you feel guilty
Day 29 - A song from your childhood
Day 30 - Your favorite song at this time last year
I'll start with day 1 right now...
My current favorite song: "Kiss Me When I'm Down" -Gary Allan
His new cd just came out last month, so it's basically all I've been listening to. And this is by far my favorite song on the new cd.
Here's the lyricsss!!!
It’s been a year since last weekend
when you swung by with an old friend
Carried out our future box by box
Stack of mail a tube of toothpaste
An empty zeppelin three cd case
Still a few things here that you forgot
They’re just a bad excuse
Just something I can use
To call you
Come on over
Drink my wine
Waste my candles
Waste my time
Tell me lies I won’t believe
Just don’t wake me when you leave
Come on over
Kick me to the ground
Kiss me when I’m down
The bar you’re in sounds like it’s crowded
People laughin’ people shouting
Where you gonna go at closing time
Just pay your tab
And I’ll pay your cab
If you want to
Come on over
Drink my wine
Waste my candles
Waste my time
Tell me lies I won’t believe
Just don’t wake me when you leave
Come on over
Kick me to the ground
Kiss me when I’m down
Just an hour or two
Is better than none of you
I miss you
Come on over
Drink my wine
Waste my candles
Waste my time
Tell me lies I won’t believe
Just don’t wake me when you leave
Come on over
Kick me to the ground
Kiss me when I’m down
Kiss me when I’m down
Here's a video of him performing it!!! :)
Other than Gary's amazing voice, the reason I love this song right now is that it reminds me so much of things I have gone through in the past and currently. I'm sure I'm not the only person who has felt like this. You break up with someone, you think everything is over, but you just can't stay away from them. You know it's a bad idea to talk to them, to be with them, to kiss them, but you do it every time and you always get hurt.
And then there's the fact that I LOVE Gary Allan. :))
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Why not me? -The Judds
(I love this song! So, so true!)
Baby don't you know this country girls still free
Baby why not me?
So you finally come down to your old home town
Your Kentucky girls been awaitin' patiently
Why not me?
Why not me on a rainy day
Why not me to love your cares away
Why not me?
Why not me when the nights get cold
Why not me when you're growin' old
Why not me?
You been searchin' from here to Singapore
ain't it time that you noticed the girl next door baby
Why not me?
You had to see if the world was round
It's time that you learn how good settlin' down could be
Why not me?
Why not me on a rainy day
Why not me to love your cares away
Why not me?
Why not me when the nights get cold
Why not me when you're growin' old
Why not me?
You been lookin' for love all around the world
Baby dont you know this country girls still free
Why not me
Why not me
Baby why not me?
Oh Baby why not me
Thursday, March 4, 2010
The heart won't lie.
Life update!!!
It's Thursday, March 4, 2010. I'm 20 years old...almost 21!!!...and a junior at Stephen F. Austin State University.
My baby brother turns 13 tomorrow. I'm trying to not really think about it. I don't think there's any way on earth that he can already be 13. It seems like just yesterday he and I were jamming out to Garth Brooks in our living room on his first Christmas. And the day after that he was scared of the grass and wouldn't walk on it. And then after that we drew on the sidewalk with chalk. He can't be 13! I got my first kiss when I was 13, and he should be way far away from THAT!
But, alas, life has moved on. Quickly.
I still don't know what I want to do with my life other than get married and have kids. Of course that dream is nearly impossible because I don't have any husbands lined up, and it doesn't seem like men are running to create a line.
One of these days...hopefully before I'm old...like 30!
More on my life these days...I hate my job. I'm still amazing at spending money that I don't need to spend. My friends are awesome one day, and annoying the next. I miss home every day.
Blah. Class time!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Last time around
Have you ever not been able to get over someone or something? No matter what you do, how long it's been, and how hard you try you just cant move on?
I hate that feeling.
"But every step I take that leads me away just circles back to your door."
I hate the feeling because I know the other person doesn't feel the same and probably never will.
But if I know this, why cant I move on? I'm a smart person, why doesn't my brain grasp the fact that I'm wasting my time and move on?
I haven't seen this person in over two years. He's told me to move on. He's also told me that he appreciates that I'm always there for him.
What is the right remedy for getting over someone? It's like a disease, so there has to be a prescription to surgery to get rid of it.
In other news...
I've decided that I'm going to eat healthy. Not SUPER healthy...but gonna change a few things. Like last night I had green beans and water for supper. I think I'm going to do that Special K diet. Replacing a meal a day with Special K. Something to try I suppose. And I have to come up with some kind of exercise that I can do without wanting to kill myself while doing it. I know I won't go to the gym everyday. I know I won't salsa dance everyday in my living room. I need something simple, easy, yet effective.
I'll figure something out.
I cant wait for the Super Bowl! Peyton Manning is going to rock it! I'm having a party...of course. I can't remember the last time that I didn't have one. And this year it's in my own apartment so it's going to be awesome! Meagan and I are planning on making decorations and such. Gonna have chip and cheese dip. Don't think there's anything else that we need.
Well we of course need the Colts to win!!!
(Which they will.)
Off to class.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
You've Got Mail
"There is the dream of someone else." -Kathleen Kelly- "You've Got Mail"
Sometimes in this world all I need is to watch chick flicks and lay around in my pjs. Today is one of those days. This week has been one of those weeks. I've realized that I'm not who I thought I was. Or maybe that I am exactly who I thought I was, just no one else knows who I am.
Wow...that made no sense. But that's basically how I've been feeling lately. Like I make no sense and that the things around me make no sense.
I'm not sure if it's because I'm just bored out of my mind or if I'm just so fed up with boys and their crap, but hey, none of that is new.
I watched "Julie and Julia" the other day. I didn't care for the movie too much, but I loved the idea of it. Julie cooked her way through Julia Child's cookbook and blogged about it. She had a reason to get up and get going every single day. She had a goal and she needed to reach it. I need something like that; I need a goal that I can see myself reaching every single day. I already have a few goals: graduating from college, paying rent, getting married, etc...but they're not the kind of goals I can see myself reaching towards every day and seeing the progress that I'm making.
I can't do the cooking thing because I don't make enough money to go out and buy all the ingredients, but I need something. So, I am opening myself up to ideas. I'm tired of having down-in-the-dump days when I feel like I have nothing to live for. I'm tired of crying over the smallest things because I'm bored with nothing to do.
So, someone help me think of a goal that I can set a deadline to and work at every day. Something that will make me feel good about myself. I'll blog about it daily, promise. :)
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