Young Girl (in middle school): "Wow! You look so young! How old are you? You look too young to even be working!"
Barista at SLU Zoka: "I'm 25..."
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Recent Lessons from... Country Music
When it comes to music, I tend to become an extreme addict once I find something that really catches my attention. My co-workers especially will vouch for the number of times I will listen to the same song on repeat for an entire day. It is a little ridiculous. Since September (okay, honestly June) my musical interests have been lingering in the heart of country music.
It's my belief that country music can answer almost any question. Wondering what to do this weekend? Well on Friday how about a little chicken fried, cold beer, a pair of jeans that fit just right, and the radio up? (Zac Brown Band's "Chicken Fried") Or on Saturday how about a French kiss, Italian ice, and Spanish moss in the moonlight? I mean, that's just another American Saturday night (Brad Paisley).
What about when you get bad news? What do you do? Well, you can go sky diving, Rocky Mountain climbing, and then go 2.7 seconds on a bull named FuManShu (Tim McGraw). Honestly, the questions and answers are endless.
My favorite life answers come from the song "Love Like Crazy" by Lee Brice. Whenever I need a reminder of how to live best in my communities or how I want/need to be treated by those I let into my life, this song's chorus gives a handy-dandy list of 8 reminders on how to live life:
1) Be a best friend.
2) Tell the truth.
3) Overuse "I love you".
4) Go to work.
5) Do your best.
6) Don't outsmart your common sense.
7) Never let your prayin' knees get lazy.
And most importantly...
8) Love like crazy.
Welp, happy Memorial Day Weekend! Now where did I leave my banjo...
It's my belief that country music can answer almost any question. Wondering what to do this weekend? Well on Friday how about a little chicken fried, cold beer, a pair of jeans that fit just right, and the radio up? (Zac Brown Band's "Chicken Fried") Or on Saturday how about a French kiss, Italian ice, and Spanish moss in the moonlight? I mean, that's just another American Saturday night (Brad Paisley).
What about when you get bad news? What do you do? Well, you can go sky diving, Rocky Mountain climbing, and then go 2.7 seconds on a bull named FuManShu (Tim McGraw). Honestly, the questions and answers are endless.
My favorite life answers come from the song "Love Like Crazy" by Lee Brice. Whenever I need a reminder of how to live best in my communities or how I want/need to be treated by those I let into my life, this song's chorus gives a handy-dandy list of 8 reminders on how to live life:
1) Be a best friend.
2) Tell the truth.
3) Overuse "I love you".
4) Go to work.
5) Do your best.
6) Don't outsmart your common sense.
7) Never let your prayin' knees get lazy.
And most importantly...
8) Love like crazy.
Welp, happy Memorial Day Weekend! Now where did I leave my banjo...
Thursday, April 7, 2011
What will be my story?
I recently shared an embarrassing story with a friend to help her on a bad day. Funny thing was that it wasn't mine (surprising, I know). It was my dad's. I texted him about it and he replied saying, "Guess I'm never going to live that one down, but if it brought a smile to someone it was worth it."
At times my life seems to hold bundles of awkward and embarrassing stories. My dad's statement made me think about the times when I've shared those stories and brought humor to others around me, even if at the time of the story, all they brought were awkward tension, embarrassment, and flustered-ness. It made me think even more about what my life story will be and whether I care more about my blunders or what I end up learning from them. For now, I've decided my story will be one of smiles and laughter sprinkled with adventure (okay, doused with adventure and spontaneity). What will be your story?
At times my life seems to hold bundles of awkward and embarrassing stories. My dad's statement made me think about the times when I've shared those stories and brought humor to others around me, even if at the time of the story, all they brought were awkward tension, embarrassment, and flustered-ness. It made me think even more about what my life story will be and whether I care more about my blunders or what I end up learning from them. For now, I've decided my story will be one of smiles and laughter sprinkled with adventure (okay, doused with adventure and spontaneity). What will be your story?
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
On the bright side...
Back in the summer... or fall... or early winter (Seattle seasons often blend together), Bandit's driver side window decided that it didn't want to work anymore. The window goes down fine and all, but rolling it back up takes a good 15 minutes and maybe two people. This is a problem because (1) usually I am driving alone, and (2) sometimes it decides to RAIN in Seattle. Obviously open windows and rain don't work so well together.
A new theme in life (that I might have decided just now) is to look on the bright side of things. So here is the list of 3 positive things that have come out of having a broken driver's side window:
1) My fast food intake has dropped by about 90%. You can't go through a drive-thru without rolling down your window. I know, I know- why don't you just go inside? Well, that defeats the "fast" part of the fast food experience- at least for me. Let's be honest though. If there's ever a need for a Crunchwrap Supreme, you can bet that you will find me inside that Ballard Taco Bell chowing down with Bandit parked outside. Oh, and with one of those Fire sauce packets that say "You had me at taco."
2) I have become a more careful driver. I am now terrified of being pulled over. Since my window is broken, I will have to open my door and I don't want the officer to assume that I am opening my door to attack them for wrongfully pulling me over (obviously they'd be wrong). Next thing you know, they have their gun drawn and it's all because Bandit's window decided to be closed off. I tend to exaggerate, but it seems possible. I have thought about making a sign that says "I am going to slowly open my door because my window is broken so please don't be alarmed." But that seems like too much work and I probably should be a more careful driver or maybe just a slower driver. Never have I ever gotten a speeding ticket and that's one "never have I ever" that I'd like to keep for competitive purposes. (I love that game.)
3) While the weather has been getting nicer and I've wanted to roll down my window, I remembered that I have a sun roof. That's pretty legit. Driving down the Viaduct with the sun roof open and actual sun coming in... that is a life-is-good-even-when-life-sucks kind of moment.
A new theme in life (that I might have decided just now) is to look on the bright side of things. So here is the list of 3 positive things that have come out of having a broken driver's side window:
1) My fast food intake has dropped by about 90%. You can't go through a drive-thru without rolling down your window. I know, I know- why don't you just go inside? Well, that defeats the "fast" part of the fast food experience- at least for me. Let's be honest though. If there's ever a need for a Crunchwrap Supreme, you can bet that you will find me inside that Ballard Taco Bell chowing down with Bandit parked outside. Oh, and with one of those Fire sauce packets that say "You had me at taco."
2) I have become a more careful driver. I am now terrified of being pulled over. Since my window is broken, I will have to open my door and I don't want the officer to assume that I am opening my door to attack them for wrongfully pulling me over (obviously they'd be wrong). Next thing you know, they have their gun drawn and it's all because Bandit's window decided to be closed off. I tend to exaggerate, but it seems possible. I have thought about making a sign that says "I am going to slowly open my door because my window is broken so please don't be alarmed." But that seems like too much work and I probably should be a more careful driver or maybe just a slower driver. Never have I ever gotten a speeding ticket and that's one "never have I ever" that I'd like to keep for competitive purposes. (I love that game.)
3) While the weather has been getting nicer and I've wanted to roll down my window, I remembered that I have a sun roof. That's pretty legit. Driving down the Viaduct with the sun roof open and actual sun coming in... that is a life-is-good-even-when-life-sucks kind of moment.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Remember When...
Driving in the car with my mom a few years ago...
Mom: "Did you hear about Paris Hilton? How she was sick and so they took her out of jail?"
Me: "Yes, what about it?"
Mom: "I just thought they put people in an inferno when they were sick, not just take them out of jail."
Me: "Well... usually they put people in an infirmary, not an inferno."
Mom: "Oh... what's an inferno?"
Me: "A firey place like hell."
Oh, mom. :)
Mom: "Did you hear about Paris Hilton? How she was sick and so they took her out of jail?"
Me: "Yes, what about it?"
Mom: "I just thought they put people in an inferno when they were sick, not just take them out of jail."
Me: "Well... usually they put people in an infirmary, not an inferno."
Mom: "Oh... what's an inferno?"
Me: "A firey place like hell."
Oh, mom. :)
Friday, February 18, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Sappy Love Movie Sunday
It's time to watch Dan in Real Life.
My hands are shaking
from carrying this torch
from carrying this torch for you
My lips are bleeding
from kissing you goodbye
from kissing you goodbye every night
My sheets are tearing
from sleeping in too long
from sleeping in too long with you
My hands are shaking
from carrying this torch
from carrying this torch for you
My head is where
it's always been
if only I knew where
My feet can't stand
that ground no more
It seems that I don't care
My hands are shaking
from carrying this torch
from carrying this torch for you
My lips are bleeding
from kissing you goodbye
from kissing you goodbye every night
My heart is pounding
yes yes yes
My mind just second guess
My love is so articulate
But I am such a mess
My hands are shaking
from carrying this torch
from carrying this torch for you
My lips are bleeding
from kissing you goodnight
from kissing you goodbye
it's all that I do
My sheets are tearing
from sleeping in too long
from sleeping in too long with you
My hands are shaking
from carrying this torch
from carrying this torch for you
My hands are shaking
from carrying this torch
from carrying this torch for you
My lips are bleeding
from kissing you goodbye
from kissing you goodbye every night
My sheets are tearing
from sleeping in too long
from sleeping in too long with you
My hands are shaking
from carrying this torch
from carrying this torch for you
My head is where
it's always been
if only I knew where
My feet can't stand
that ground no more
It seems that I don't care
My hands are shaking
from carrying this torch
from carrying this torch for you
My lips are bleeding
from kissing you goodbye
from kissing you goodbye every night
My heart is pounding
yes yes yes
My mind just second guess
My love is so articulate
But I am such a mess
My hands are shaking
from carrying this torch
from carrying this torch for you
My lips are bleeding
from kissing you goodnight
from kissing you goodbye
it's all that I do
My sheets are tearing
from sleeping in too long
from sleeping in too long with you
My hands are shaking
from carrying this torch
from carrying this torch for you
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