be careful what you ask for...

my mother always asks me "can't you put music on your blog like stacy does?".  well, mom, yes i can. but the real question is do you really want to hear it?

knowing that the answer is most likely "probably not",  i've decided (anyway) to embed music that reflects my current state of mind. i'll give a little introspect as to why i chose it and change it out as i deem appropriate.

my first pick is fell on black days by soundgarden.  chosen to reveal my unmitigated frustration of putting down pergo flooring only to have it ruined by flood a few months later.  but i must sing the praises of pergo flooring.  it dried up nicely and looks as good as the day we installed it.  still, we have to rip it out and replace it to avoid any mold infestation.  and a shout out to our "guardcat" chewy for alerting us to the leaking toilet.  it could have turned out to be much worse if not for him.   

my first job: forced child laborer on local cherry farm

i filled tanks of cherries with water and used a badminton racket to skim off all the undesirable stuff that floated to the top. did it for one or two seasons and was paid minimum wage (around $3/hr) which was just enough to cover room and board, meals, transportation (even though i lived with my folks right across the street), and ER visits (from heat stroke).   even had enough left over every month to buy a new album, an ice cream cone and the latest issue of tiger beat.  matt dillon, what a babe he was - and still is!

my fear of public speaking

always had it, always will. the "i see naked people" technique never worked for me. anyway, i prefer to blog in semi-anonymity.

don't worry...  florida photos (and commentary) are on their way. right after i finish mopping up our master bedroom and hallway from the "exploding toilet" incident.

if you pay me enough, I'll sing these songs at a karaoke bar

but it'd have to be enough to cover singing lessons!

separate ways by journey

love song by sara bareilles

where is my mind by pixies

why I gave up on "even cowgirls get the blues"

it was the second tom robbins book i read after his "still life with woodpecker" (which i absolutely loved). frankly, it just didn't live up to my high expectations. i tried for many years to pick it up and continue on... then the movie came out which was (as a rule) worse than the book - just more proof that my imagination is superior to that of hollywood. i'll never finish it as i gave it away to a friend and will probably never buy another. that is unless i can find it at a garage sale for 25 cents - then i still wouldn't finish it because my kids will want me to read "if you give a pig a pancake" for the umpteen zillionth time.

my road-trip mix tape

ol' 55 by sarah maclachlan

rock me amadeus by falco

could you be loved by bob marley

how I'd spend $1,000

1) a better camera

or

2) a 1T external hard drive

or

3) another ipod

then, as a result of #3

4) more itunes stuff

if I had easy access to a helicopter, I'd fly to chicago this weekend

it's the only place close enough of interest. we'd do all the usual touristy type stuff: navy pier, shedd aquarium, lincoln park zoo, frank lloyd wright's houses, the field museum, sears tower, etc. and, of course, i can't forget my three favorite stores - anthropologie, ikea and sephora. then we'd let out the inner barbarian at the medieval times.

we're outta here!

it finally happened.  our cats have jumped ship.  i woke up this morning to find a "dear john" letter on the litter box.  apparently our decision to not take them with us to florida was the straw that broke the camel's back.  they opted for a romantic winter getaway at a resort/sculpture garden in ada, michigan.  the place must have every amenity (or at least wi-fi, breakfast buffet, karate lessons, spa services and karaoke night) as i found these in my inbox:

i'm beginning to think that we got the raw end of the vacation deal. hope you guys have lots of fun.  party like a rock star.  i just don't want to get any bills for trashed hotel rooms.