Whatcha Listening To?

So, music is fun!

I don't know if  y'all know this, but I LOVE music. LOVE. Like, LOVE music.

I honestly believe that the hours and hours I have spent in the car listening to music heightened my love. Every weekday morning, Daddy would have the oldies station (Fox97.1 for you Georgia people who remember it) on as me, my sister and brother all got dropped off for school. Because they are much older than me, Jay and Erin started to drive themselves, leaving me and Daddy. I love listening to those old songs. Sometimes I would ask for Star94, an alternative/pop station, but eventually, when I started to drive myself, I always had it on the oldies. Mama also helped this love by listening to Star94 occasionally. Actually, I remember her singing "Every Morning" by Sugar Ray. Oh yes. My MOTHER sang THAT song.

Anyway, I'm kinda on a kick tonight with the most recent songs I've added to my collection of iTunes.

And I wanted to share.

Feel lucky people. Just as Oprah doesn't give a car away everyday (anymore- RIP Oprah....not the lady, the show...I just felt like I should explain that. Or not, really, since I never really watched the show considering that I was doing better things with my life. Ok, enough.), I don't always share my lists of music. It's just too many songs.

But here's what keeps rotating on my iTunes (these are all YouTube):


Ray LaMontagne, Beg Steal or Borrow: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6a_1R3w5i4

Two Door Cinema Club, Something Good Can Work: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wxu02vp_Vm0

Rusted Root, Send Me On My Way: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-LSR72zy9eE

Feist, Bittersweet Melodies: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dhK0-o-rLwI

Otis Redding, (Sittin' On) The Dock of the Bay: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wzrXc68gNjQ

The Civil Wars, My Father's Father: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1F1yGzbelRU

Chicago, Saturday in the Park: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TwryFOYTKac

Peter Gabriel, Solsbury Hill: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eMwn_hnoS5Y

and of course, what playlist of mine would be complete without a little Coldplay?

Coldplay, Paradise: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J6ZWlDks0nQ



So that's what I got right now.... I wanted to add Thomas Newman and maybe a little John Coltrane, but I got lazy.

Music is fun.

So whatcha listening to?

PS- And I will accept Facebook comments, though it is sad to see "0 comments" under my post in the blog world. Just sayin'.

Well, Hello October...

...You snuck up on me!

I'm also pretty sure I just made that word up. Snuck. Sneaked? Snocked? Snuck just seems wrong.

Anyway, WELCOME OCTOBER!

I love fall.

SO anyway, I'm trying this thing where I'm trying to type without looking at the keyboard.

Here's how it's going: the quick dfon husdmd ober the from dog.

That was supposed to read: the quick fox jumped over the brown dog.

It's not going so well.

When typing an email at work of, oh, let's say three sentences, it takes me 5-10 minutes. And apparently, that is not a good thing? Like apparently, people are suppose to type faster than that? And APPARENTLY, pecking the letters like a chicken is not acceptable in normal society unless I'm over 70 and wasn't a secretary in the '50's. I can't be blamed for the fact that I missed that one semester of typing in seventh grade, DANG IT!

(Waves fists in air) WHHHYYYY CAN I NOT TYPE?! WWWHHYYY???


In other life tragedies, my purple toenail polish is coming off. I am sad.

To sum up this post:
-YAY FALL!
-Boo lack of typing skills.
-Sad loss of nail polish.

The Biggest Loser...and Ice Cream.

Ok, so watching The Biggest Loser makes everyone feel pretty good about themselves...until they start to get to your weight and say things like, "I'm so proud of myself, but I still have 30 more pounds to lose." And then the contestants are all disappointed when they are at the weight you are and they only lose eight pounds.

Well, that's a kick in the head.

Today starts the new season of BL (oh yes, I'm on good terms with the show to where I can nickname it) and I'm feeling REEEAAALLLLYYY good about myself.


Why, hello 440lb man eating ice cream and crying. Yes, I am basically 200lbs, less than you. What's that? In 8 weeks you'll be smaller than me and I'll be the one crying? Dang it.


We used to watch BL with our friends back in New Orleans and it was AMAZING. Clay Rowe, Josh Waybright, and my husband commented throughout the whole show; most comments were terrible, most comments were terribly funny. Eventually, as the contestants got smaller, we started to make less fun and felt more respect for them losing the weight.

I know that Brent and I are starting to watch what we eat as well as exercise and we have friends who have already lost weight and are in the process, too. BL is a great show to feel good about and eventually, make yourself do what you can to feel good about yourself.

It's great to watch, then they reach your personal weight, and it makes you feel motivated...but only after you finish your second bowl of ice cream.

Mmmm...Ice cream sounds good.

Angry Birds= Angry Kate

Angry Birds is a terribly, terribly addictive game.

It saddens my heart to write this because I hate jumping a bandwagon...but it's crazy game that I can't quit.

Well, technically, I delete the game from my phone and then a month later download it. For the third time.

Stupid Birds. Stupid Pigs. Stupid Monkeys (on the RIO version).

I had a lot more to say about it, but my original post didn't save and I lost it.

Stupid Blog Too.

Ok, rant over!

Thoughtless. Literally.

I am without thought.

I promised myself to write a blog twice a month, but now, I have no thoughts in my brain to write about...well, that's not completely true...

Therefore, I present to you,

KATE'S INCOHERENT THOUGHTS (part tres or four)

- My dog is dumb. Cute, but dumb. Moose likes to do acrobatics while chasing his tail. I'm impressed, but also amazed that he does not realize that what his is chewing on IS HIS TAIL. For at least 30 minutes.

- I have $10 all in one dollar bills. To the untrained eye, it looks like it's $15.

- I wish it was acceptable to wear jeans and a t-shirt to work. I mean, hello, I work at a college. Why do I have to dress nice when all the people I help are wearing that or less?

- Peaches are gross.

- I have three pretty highlighters! And because I know, dear reader, that you want to know, they are blue, pink, and yello!

-Yes, I did leave yellow like that on purpose because that's the way it SHOULD be spelled. It's not yell-OW, it's yell- O. Hence, yello.

-I just punished my dog for peeing on the floor for the THIRD time with in 2 hours. He waits until we're home to pee everywhere. It's like puppy rebellion.

- Oh yes, those puppy eyes won't work, Moose. You just sit there.

- Seriously, stop looking at me. I'm not backing down.

- Juicy Fruit does not taste like fruit. Nor does the yello package fool me. I know it's gum. Not a rectangular lemon.

-Something tells me I need to buy some Vera Bradley. You know, to annoy Brent. Also, to be pretty and functional for a lady's handbag.

- Grape flavor water is nasty.

-Why am I all about fruit tonight? Weird.

-WAIT! I did have an apple at 5:30...maybe that's why?

Ok, well, that's enough ridiculousness for now. I hope you enjoyed it, I did.

Now go eat some fruit.

Staring contests...

Ok, this will be weird...but I accidentally get into staring contests with my dog, my friend's dog, and any baby ever.

Moose stares at Brent, but for some reason, we tend to just look at each other. And stare.

It's weird.

The same happens with babies. My niece just looks at me. My friend's kid looks at me too. And I'm sure its the fact that we're facing each other, but, it's still strange.

These staring contests lead me to think a few things:

- are they staring at me because I have something on my face?

- can they read my thoughts?

- are eyes TRULY the window to the soul?

(I don't really think that last thing, it just seemed to the next likely choice.)

All things considered, I'm pretty sure that other people don't feel this way when dogs or babies look at them.

Oh, and cats too.

Milk breath and puppies are gross.

Especially if it's milk without lactose. Blah.

So, we're getting a puppy. She's super cute, but she's a puppy. Puppies can be gross.

I grew up in a house where animals are outside, people are inside, and fish are in bowls.

And I should go ahead and tell you, ye judgers, before you judge me and say, "well you must not love animals enough if you didn't let them in your house..." or "real animal lovers don't need to subject their animals to the harsh elements..." and "does your family hate animals?" Ok, naysayers, be aware that I grew up surrounded by pastures and woods and lakes. And by saying this, I can tell you that not very many people have the land to have (deep breath):
a horse, a pony, 3 chickens, a rooster, 8 pigeons, 2 pigs, a goat, 3 fish, a rabbit, over 20 cats, and 7 dogs.

Don't tell me that we don't love animals. We freakin' love animals.

Anyway, all this to say, we are keeping Ellie (the puppy, duh) inside...and I'm freaking out a bit.

I'm extremely OCD when it comes to my house. I like everything in its place and I'll admit that it's easier to be lazy when the house stays relatively straightened up. There's no poop the clean off the floor, no icky toys to touch, no constant wiping with some "animal friendly" cleaner when I see the slighted bit of something that I can't identify. I grew up not needing to worry about those things. When I would go to a friend's house, I could smell their dog before I saw it. And that was gross. When I would hang out in their living room, I saw the stains from their dog on the carpet. And that was gross. Puppies are gross.

I don't want a gross house. And that's why I'm worried.

I guess I'll have to trust my husband. And my in-laws have cats and dogs in their house and his mother maintains a perfectly clean house. So I trust my husband due to his mom's OCD-ness. And yes, our OCD-ness brings us closer together as a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law family unit.

But Ellie is the CUTEST puppy. Maybe I can forgive her for ruining my house. Or not. Only time will tell.

But I loved her at first sight.

But I also love my clean house.

But this dog is awesome.

...

Ok, I lied, my fish were not in bowls, but in tanks. And those vase things with the plant growing on top.