(Jimmy Eat World)

In an attempt at some levity or at least some minor entertainment I am putting a soundtrack to this post. I miss the “Listening to” dealie on the old blog site. Instead of choosing one song for the whole post however I am just going to throw tunes in wherever they fit. If this is too hard to follow I can draw a picture (Kid Rock). I am very good with stick figures.


Broken - Seether

We went to the city this weekend, I had planned to get my hair cut but my stylist broke her wrist. How dare she, does she not know it’s all about me and tending to my blonde roots?! The crazy bitch (Buckcherry) was snowboarding and fell. This is why winter sports are bad mmmkay. People get hurt and can’t cut other people’s hair, it's a fucking tragedy (Bee Gees). It will be another week or two before I can see her so I will go back in then. My husband couldn't go next weekend or the weekend after so we decided we go in for the night, do some visiting and pick up some necessities (dog food and toilet paper) and use our Home Depot gift cards on the pressure treated lumber for the base of the cabin. It’s just for the foundation but it’s a start.


Hot in the City - Billy Idol

The Weather Network said it’d be 12C on Saturday which is summer compared to what we’ve been used to but not quite warm enough for partial nudity (short pants/sleeves) so we were not prepared for the heat of the sun and what felt like 20 degree temperatures. It was truly a beautiful day (U2). We’ve been considering a move to the city and if it was trying to entice me this trip it was doing a good job… weather-wise at least. It felt fantastic, albeit sweaty, to feel the sun all day long and it was still t-shirt temps at nearly ten pm when we made our way back to the hotel after a lovely dinner with my girlfriend (Avril Lavigne) Jack.


Situations-Jack Johnson

Jack is my oldest friend, she has known me since birth and if there is one person on this planet (aside from my husband) who I am completely comfortable with it is her. Someday I want to write a whole post about Jack, she is truly the most real, wysiwyg, honest, simple and genuine people I have ever known or known of and she deserves more than just a blurb. Jack is leaving her husband, it’s been coming for some time she’s just working up the courage to make the break. The two of them have been married for eighteen years but have been little more than roommates for the latter half of the marriage. He’s not abusive, he’s not a bad man (though I am pretty sure he’s cheated and he did tell my husband that he was in love with me a couple years ago) but he is neglectful and takes her for granted. Jack broke my heart the other night when she told me she thinks he is embarrassed of her. I hope she is wrong but if he has made her feel that way (even unintentionally) it is an unforgivable offense. It’s a crying shame (Jack Johnson) and it will be a rough road for her and that gives me one more reason to want to move to the city, to be closer for her.


Money Honey-State of Shock

While out for dinner at Chili’s two teenage boys were seated next to us counting their pennies. When the waitress asked them what they would like they asked her what they could get for six bucks. These were not street kids, they were well dressed and both had cell phones but I have a feeling they were high or illiterate as they obviously couldn’t read the menu to see how much it would cost them for an order of fries. Which incidentally is about all you can get at Chili’s for less than six bucks.


I’m Broke - Limp Bizkit or Hot Dog - Limp Bizkit

We asked my parents to look after the dog while we were out of town. They are always very accommodating and we trust them to care for our bitch (Meredith Brooks) as if she was their own. Mom came down here on Saturday morning to pick Mika up but she brought their new pick-up down to do so. She forgot that she didn’t want the dog’s sharp nails on the leather seats and loaded her instead into the back of the truck. Mika jumped into the back happily enough but my mom also forgot that my girl is a princess and is used to riding in the front seat so it should have been no surprise when the dog panicked and jumped out of the moving vehicle. Thankfully my mother saw that the dog was antsy and had slowed down but the height of the jump was still enough that Mika hurt her leg. She’s been limping and favoring it ever since and my mom is devastated. She has offered to take her to the vet and to pay for any expenses. I have to say I am more than a little bit touched that she feels so bad about it. I assured her that the dog will be fine and we are not upset with her at all and if there are any expenses incurred from the incident that we would NEVER expect her to pick up the tab. She feels terrible that something bad happened to our baby on her watch. I told her it is not her fault our dog is a dumbass… a limping dumbass at that. We’re calling her ‘Speedy’.


Full Circle - Collective Soul (sole?)

My shoes disappeared from work a couple weeks ago so I felt completely justified in buying two new pair… though neither of them are even remotely similar to the pilfered footwear. Every year my bil and his wife buy us gift cards for The Bay and we really never shop there so we find them difficult to spend (unlike the Home Depot cards, how lame are we?!). It so happened that by the time we hit that end of the mall I was in the mood Glenn Miller for shoe shopping and my feet were swollen which is the best time to buy them… I can justify anything. I found the cutest little black ballet flat Privo’s and managed to spend both mine and my husband’s gift cards on them. I used his up before it expired, I am generous that way. The other pair is from *gasp* Payless but they are the most adorable little wedge heeled slip on sneaker from American Eagle. Barefoot season is coming...eventually...I am sure this is the sign (Ace of Base).


The Sound Of - Jann Arden

There are a few bands whose CD’s I buy just because I like them and I am pretty much guaranteed to enjoy everything they release...Goo Goo Dolls, Collective Soul, Matchbox Twenty and Dave Matthews to name a few. The Trews are another such treat for me, they are a Canadian band from Nova Scotia and they combine the east coast sound with an alt rock flavour to create a blend that appeals to me on every level. Their lyrics are fun, their beats are strong and their melodies are memorable. The new disc is called No Time For Later and I highly recommend it. Furthermore I even higherly recommend their first album House of Ill Fame, it is brilliant.
My other musical purchase is from yet another band that always gets my attention and affection, Seether. The new CD is called Finding Beauty in Negative Spaces. Seether is a little heavier than a lot of the music I listen to. I love loud violent music at times but for my everyday listening pleasure I prefer the kind of music I can sing along to. While Seether is not quite Disturbed, they do have some seriously beat-y bass and more than a bit of an edge. I fell in love with the single Fake It a couple months ago but now that I own the disc my favorite song on it has become the catchy little romantic ditty FMLYHM...it stands for fuck me like you hate me. It’s kinda dark and dirty, I dig (Incubus) it.


Suzie is a Headbanger - The Ramones or Window Paine - Smashing Pumpkins

I was so exhausted from the trip and the rude awakening in the middle of the night… at 3am (Matchbox Twenty) the next door neighbors in the hotel decided it would be a good time to rouse the entire building with their rendition of Sweet Child of Mine (GNR). Some kid was bellowing along to the blaring CD at the top of his lungs, which I would have happily punctured to shut him the fucker up. Three songs later someone must have told the bastard to turn it down. We did get back to sleep but it was restless after that so it was no surprise (Three Doors Down) that I began to doze in the truck. I balled up my husband’s jacket and tucked it between my melon and the side window and it was time to enter sandman (Metallica). I had been napping for about twenty minutes when suddenly it felt as if someone grabbed my head and slammed it backwards into the back window knocking my eyes wide open (Goo Goo Dolls). My husband blames the frost heaves on the highway for the abrupt whiplashing moment but I am not convinced he wasn’t just tired of talking to himself and wanted me awake for company and conked me back in some kind of bizarre automotive wrestling move. He probably hoped that the emerging goose egg on my cranium would prevent me from sleeping for some time. The joke was on him however when the resulting concussion made me even drowsier. Next time I think I’ll wear a bubblewrap (Mcfly) helmet so my noggin doesn’t wind up black and blue (Van Halen) and really I don’t need another hole in the head (Nickelback).

It's Over - Roy Orbison