I had so many things to say... for the past week, I've had various moments when I've thought, "that's funny. I should blog about it." Well, here I am and all ideas for blogging have fluttered out of my head. So, I'll do what I've been doing lately... post some stories, some music, and ramble. I do this as an outlet for myself anyway, so whatevs, right?
It's been so cold in Denver. The high two days ago was 0. I mean, for us, that's cold. Luckily/unluckily, I've been spending about 15 hours a day in the office with meals either coming in, or me munching on snacks from the kitchen, so I haven't really had to feel it. I don't usually wear a jacket to work since I get into my car in a garage, and park in a parking garage under the building... Also, I like the freedom that NOT wearing a jacket brings. When I stand up to leave (which has been infrequent, I'll say) no one knows if I'm going to the bathroom, the kitchen, or home. I'm built for speed.
January and February are the most depressing months. I know we've got a few holidays in there, but I don't get either of them off, and it's just so cold & bleak. In November and December, snow is a novelty. It completes the holidays. In February, it's an annoyance. It slows the commute (and in Denver, the last thing you need is something else to slow down already painfully slow drivers), and lingers far too long. I remember feeling the same way with the winter semester in college. For some reason, fall semester flew by. It was highlighted with football, barbecues, intramural sports, and had HUGE holiday breaks to split things up. Winter semester, though, just drug on, and on, and on. Same thing right now.
The difference between men and women can be summed up with shoes. A man would never buy a pair of shoes that didn't fit right or that could cause serious injury, solely based on cute factor. Why do I bring this up? Well, Min has been in the process of redecorating our bedroom... a room that I was entirely happy leaving the way it was (saying that, I probably would have been entirely happy with a sheet stapled over the window and three band posters taped to the wall). Over the past week, I've come home to various changes... paint one day, new pictures & frames on others, new sheets and bed coverings on another. So, last night I get home and the room was almost completely finished, and it looked great. I mean, GREAT. Ming did a fantastic job. We talked, we laughed, we went to bed. Then, laying there in the dark, I realized that my clock that shines the time on the ceiling (which is also as sound machine, and is totally awesome) is gone. I don't think a lot of it, until I stand up (in the dark) and go to get something... and almost trip over Marzi's bed which is now put on my side (hidden from view for the rest of the room. Perfect for a sleepwalker). I started asking what was going on and it turns out that these items are ugly and have been hidden. I ask if I can move them, she says yes, as long as the place I move them to is also out of sight. So here we are... sacrificing functionality for cute... but don't worry! If you happen to need a six inch fleur de lis, or an OLD wrinkly copy of Moby Dick, or even a ball of yellow yarn, we've got those things handy and sitting on a dresser. Just don't ask for the time.
Two of my FAVORITE pre-1980 songs that I never listen to any more are "Stairway to Heaven," and "Cortez the Killer." I love almost everything about both of these songs, but in particular, the easter egg in Stairway (at the 6.44 mark) is so sweet. Cortez the Killer is just fantastic. Originally written by Neil Young, I also love the Built to Spill version (although, it's 20 minutes long). I actually like it so much, that I had Scott and Gary learn it and play it live at my wedding. Weird? Yes. Awesome, I think so.
Take a listen:
Cortez the Killer - Neil Young
Stairway to Heaven - Led
(And if you picked up the title of this post, then here's this: "The only true currency in this bankrupt world... is what you share with someone else when you're uncool. ")
5 comments:
I laughed so hard at that paragraph about the redecorating and all your ugly stuff being hidden. That is awesome. D isn't so nice. I had to buy a clock that I could live with for the family room because he likes to have the time visible everywhere he goes. lol
Quite the brain dump...I too loved the redecorating paragraph
When you get down about the functionality of our new (beautiful) bedroom just remember what you are putting yourself through to whiten your teeth. Sleepwalking, tearing out your bleaching trays in the middle of the night, teeth sensitivity & pain due to the tight trays. It's all in the name of a more beautiful you, and the decor placement is all in the name of a more beautiful room! Ahhh, my new sanctuary. :)
PS thank you for letting me redecorate and putting up with my crazy.
I stand with you shoulder to shoulder, except that part about needing a clock that projects the time on the ceiling. Seriously, that terrifies me. If I want to know the time in the middle of the night (which I don't, it triggers an immediate chain of calculating and assessing hours, events, tasks) then I'll look at my phone. The sound machine is a necessity, though.
Oh, modern living!
You are h-i-l-l-a-r-i-o-u-s!!! Your writing always makes me laugh. The things you have to put up with being married to a Stratford girl...sorry. You have to admit though that the room does look really amazing! Mindy has got some serious decorating talent...sorry about your clock being hidden...that kind of stinks. We are excited to get some "live" Jeff laughs next week...yahoo!
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