I have some songs for you. They defined my idea of romantic love when I was a little girl. I was sharing songs with Linda and forcing her to listen to the lyrics the other day and she requested that I post them for Valentine’s Day. Because she’s my girl, here we go.
The intro to that song makes me happy EVERY TIME I HEAR IT. I’m sad I couldn’t find a live version I liked, but I’m very partial to the album version apparently.
This is my second favorite “love song”. Where Linda and I grew up, there was (is?) a radio station called Sunny 99.1. They played “love songs”. Both of our mothers listened to that station. “My heart cried out for you.” The lyrics in this song slay me every time. “You are my lover, you’re my best friend. You’re in my soul.”
Then we kinda have to jump down to one of my lesser favorite songs because songs like “Always a Woman” or “Reason to Believe” are kinda about the harder sides of love. Where you keep loving while someone hurts you.
I always think of this song as the crystal staircase song for some reason and then have a bitch of a time trying to find it again. So I’m actually kind of happy that I’m posting it. The next time I have a craving to hear this song, it’ll be here.
“And no matter how old we get, It’s okay as long as I got you baby” This song I don’t remember ever playing on Sunny, but it’s still a beautiful song about how sometimes love makes it all bearable.
I’m in need of soothing, so here’s some pretty from Valentine’s Day:
from me: Child’s Play
from my mom: Prism, U-Pick, Roller Skate, Dolly
I actually have two each of the yarns in the last picture. My mom wanted me to knit warm socks for my feet. I have big feet, so each foot needs it’s own ball/skein of yarn.
(Linda, title is inspired by the crappy day and Foster The People’s “Pumped up Kicks”)
I’ve been meaning to do this for a little while. I figure 2010 was a huge year, so it took me a whole month to review it. That seems fair to me. Remind me if I forgot anything.
Linda, considering how much of November I remember (damn that rhymes), I might be persuaded to do the blogging thing again.
January
Packed
Fought with Bear about packing
Bought boxes and tape for packing.
Paperwork. God I remember a ton of paperwork getting ready for closing.
Dealt with both Bear’s and my anxiety about moving and buying the house
Got Bear into a Whole Foods for the first time ever.
Stalked our house many many many times.
This was also the beginning of the hellish anxiety over Bear coming up with things he wants to change about the house and how much I can’t stand hearing about the unending lists of potential changes
Dealt with the anxiety about our loan going through the underwriting and approval and god knows what else because it took forever.
The joy of knowing we were cleared to close: i.e. we were gonna get our house!
TA’d one of my advisor’s classes.
February
We closed!
Packing became furious and concentrated
We cleaned the new house
We moved
We cleaned the old apartment
We lived on minimal computer/tv time.
Our house was cold and unfamiliar and new.
We unpacked, a little more leisurely than we had packed at the beginning of the month
We lit a fire in our new fireplace
We smoked out our living room lighting that fire and the very few that we lit after that
We bought a bunch of plants to make our home more homey
We changed out our car from a Ford to a Toyota because we hated not having cargo space
We had our first snowstorm at our house
I climbed into our attic
We started to get sick of Chipotle
TA’d one of my advisor’s classes.
March
Momma and Annie came to visit
Got a firepit for the patio
Used firepit to have smores
The storm from hell dumped a bunch of water in our basement
We spent many nights and days pushing, sucking and pumping water out of our basement
that bear started talkin in his sleep about 3 months ago (really cute)
that my bff likes chatting on IM and sending me emails
for google docs
that my brother MUST be working on communication because he’s called me on my shit twice recently
that my brother loves me enough to call me at least a few times a week
that when i say i’m reading, a lot of people actually say, “oh. i’ll talk to you later then.” even though i haven’t been crazy about my reading time since I was a kid
for every single moment bear and i have in our home
for our supported netflix account
that bear never even question my laptop habit
that i was born a woman
that my brother is really really different from me
for every book i’ve ever read
that my husband adores me enough and indulges me enough to FIND anime that actually suits my (very very different from his) taste
that my momma is a bit crazy
that my momma is still actually mostly sane
that my momma always loved hugging us and snuggling us and holding our hands when we were kids (we still get lots and lots of hugs)
that my brother always goes “yeah yeah i love you too” when i tell him i love him
that bear likes to give me a huge hug right when we get home
that all the people in my life are generally pretty good at telling me when i’m being too pushy without trying to change me or let me walk all over them. i try to be strong enough to watch their boundaries for them, but they don’t make me feel abusive when i forget
for the internet, with or without google, reddit, twitter or IM
that i do have IM, google, reddit and twitter
that i was born in a conservative state
that i no longer have to live in that crazy ass conservative state
that i’ve been so blessed that i managed to list 75 things i’m grateful for without even trying very hard
