Random Thoughts-o Part-o Dos...-o.

I do not speak Spanish. Therefore, forgive the painfully awful title.

It's late at night. And when I say late, I mean 12:30am. My bedtime has long passed and yet, I have found some amusement with YouTube and listening to music that I'm either contemplating buying or just haven't heard in a awhile.

Staying up "late" + YouTube = random thoughts.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the inter workings of my mind:

- I want a mandolin HARDCORE.

- No one uses the word "hardcore" anymore for insignificant things. Like, "I want a quarter to buy that bouncy ball HARDCORE." or "I need to buy some bug spray HARDCORE." and "I want a piece of Super Bubble gum HARDCORE."

-"HARDCORE" is a silly word. I'm sorry I have used it so much. My apologies.

- I love peas.

- Why do people make their own music videos and post them on YouTube? The video that the original artist made was pretty good...why do your own and think it's going to be better? Oh yes, if aliens ever do want to learn about humans, YouTube member greatgoogly567 has the best homemade music video of "Don't Stop Believing"and it will be the key to humanity's survival...geez.

- Large crowds of people are overwhelming. Especially at amusement parks. Heavy machinery and large groups of people are a no-no for this kid (points at self).

- Ooooh. Cotton Candy!

- I hope to one day accept a challenge to eat a lot of cake and only gain a t-shirt.

- I do not type well at night, folks. I just clicked on the spell check and it was NOT good. Yeah, that's right... I'll blame it on it being late at night and not the fact that I failed my spelling tests in 5th grade...

- I went tubing! On a river! And flipped accidentally in the shallow parts. How in the heck do you flip in the shallow parts? Shouldn't that be the parts where you don't flip?

- Seriously, I want a mandolin.

- What ingenious person thought, "You know what? Pigeon Forge needs some culture. Let's build a not-so-exact replica of the Titanic, complete with iceberg, and put it in the rolling Appalachian Mountains. Also, let's have people pay us to get married in it!" Now read that again, throwing in a thick, Southern accent and a man with crazy eyes and overalls. That's the most accurate description I can think of for this fake, Titanic-building idiot.

- My New Orleans friends are awesome.

- Cooking involves a lot of clean-up. I did not sign up for that, therefore I do not cook often.

- My Jeff City friends are awesome.

- Today, I ordered a large salad with a side of mashed potatoes. My father-in-law looked at me like I was crazy. But I know he was questioning my choices out of love and not judgement. Right? Wait...RIGHT?

- Men should not wear pantyhose as masks. How would you begin to rob a bank when you can't even open your eyelids?

- The Punch Brothers have an amazing cover of "Reptilia" and Ray Lamontagne has an amazing cover of "Crazy." Go check them out NOW.  YouTube it.

- FRIED SQUASH! WHA!? I need this to eat RIGHT NOW.

- Iron Chef's host (not Alton Brown, but the Japanese dude) has crazy face. Even when he's sitting down to eat the food, his seems like he's very excitable. Like a nervous coon rat baby.

- WHAT the heck is a "coon rat baby?" And why am I keeping it as my example? No, you know what, I'm going to stand by this decision. "Coon rat baby" it will stay.

- I need to stop watching Food Network when I write this blog.

- I've been to Walmart roughly 8 times over the course of the last 5 days. That's so sad. So, so sad...It's even more pathetic when I seen it written down in a post. Aw, man.

- I need a job. Or a mandolin. Either will work.

Ok, ok. I need to be done with this post. It's getting ridiculous. I mean, come on..."coon rat baby." Really?

I told you all, dear readers, that I will write as I think. Crazy thoughts and all! I mean, you're the one reading it...you know what you're getting in to...and the time is now offically 1:40am. I'm losing my mind.

Until we meet again, stay thirsty, my friends.

Not for beer. But for knowledge and stuff.

Me and Tennessee...

Guess who moved to Tennessee?

No, not Oprah. Though I could see the confusion because I am just that popular. BOOM. FACE.

Anyway, Brent and I finally moved to East Tennessee so he could start working at Carson-Newman! Whoot for an awesome job that he will do AMAZING at. I'm so proud of him. He's a pretty cool dude. He would be cooler if he brought home a chocolate milkshake every night, but I'll take what I can...

SO, dear readers, do you know what this move meant for me?

Mountains. Lots and lots of mountains.

This makes me happy.

I was driving around this road in town and out the windows on both sides of the car were nothing but farm land, trees, and rolling hills. I loved seeing the old barns with the weathered red color and the sun streaming through the slats. Silos with the green fields and the line of trees separating the land...geez, it's just gorgeous! And one of the best things about living up here- the mountains hide all the little towns and cities in the valleys and around the bends. You'll go over one hill and BOOM! There's a Super Wal-Mart and 5 strip malls. You never saw it coming! It's the best.

I love the mountains. I love the trees. I love the long, quiet roads. I love the 15-ish hours of daylight.

I love living here.

I like Chicago. The band, not the city.

Though I'm sure that the city is nice. I mean, they got Oprah. She pays for stuff there, right? Like cars for people while pointing and yelling, "AND YOU GET ONE AND YOU GET ONE AND YOU GET ONE... EVERYBODY GETS ONE!!!"

Anyway, I like Chicago. I'm listening, as I type, to "Saturday in the Park." Mostly because they have lyrics like, "Can you dig it? Yes, I can!" Who else can get away with lyrics like that? And yes, I was 'digging' it. Also, the piano and horns are really fun! Listen to that song and try not to bounce your whole body. You cannot. IT IS AMAZING.

I love love music. Yes, I did use the word 'love' twice. You don't really love something until you 'love love' it. I love my husband. I love love chocolate milkshakes. (And I can say that because now he's discovered the magical qualities of the McCafe shake and love loves them too.)

Music is definitely on of those things that can set a mood. Though I tend to be an excitable person, I really love music that has a mellow sound. I tend to go for songs that has a low tempo or just works in minor tones. I love alternative music. I love folk. I love jazz. I love bluegrass. I love rock. I love oldies. Heck, I even appreciate (appreciate being the key word, folks) pop music. I mean, come on, who doesn't know the words to "Bad Romance" or "Just Dance"?

I've been sitting here at home and while messing around on the computer, I turned on my iTunes and realized how wide of a selection I have. I mean, you can't have Foo Fighters and Coldplay on the same playlist, much less with Adele and Alison Krauss. And it's sad when I can walk in to a store and almost immediately recognize the song title, then name the artist and album. My friend Nikki is much better at this than I am... Anyway, I went to my favorite store in New Orleans and while talking to my friend, I stopped the conversation mid-sentence to listen and love each song that was playing over the speakers. (It's cool, she knows that I'm not trying to be rude and that I'm ADD. Thanks, Martha McCarty!) I just loved the atmosphere of being in that store with Keane, Coldplay and Death Cab for Cutie playing in the background.

Eventually, I'll make a list of band and songs I love. Considering that this post is extra long, today, I'll pass so that I won't completely lose you, dear reader, with a long-winded discussing my favorite music.

I just love love music. It is just an awesome gift.

And I know this was a super boring and pointless post, but it was on my mind! You people ask for this when you decided to read this!