Thursday, August 12, 2010

Pretty Please

Something I feel like every blog I read says something to the effect I'm just not inspired but HERE! Look at these pictures! or Boo, my fabulous house has too much space that I don't know how to design because of all the bookshelves and I own a Nook, Kindle, AND iPad so I don't have anything to fill these said bookshelves or I'm taking a break. The starting of this blog was supposed to be something profound and now I'm only posting on how my co-workers shart on themselves. I follow some very educated blogs. ;)

It's not just my "Internet" circle but most people I talk to as well are just in this....funk. I have been feeling less than inspired lately. (Except by that damn bouncy ball video!! I STILL am not over it.) It could be the fact that all that has been on my mind lately has been Texas and I don't want this blog to be strictly about my excitement, anxiety, etc. from selling everything I own to move to a place I've never been to and don't know a soul. That gets old quick. I'M even sick of it so I can imagine y'all.

 I also feel like I can't fully open up now that I know a certain few people (or maybe one person) are anonymously following this blog. Don't get me wrong, I made it public for a reason but when certain people who have removed themselves from my life only to blog stalk me and then go ahead and text the people I've happened to blog about without naming and tell them what a piece of shit they (and myself) are makes me less willing to write about me and what I'm going through. While it's annoying flattering, I'd really just like it if you'd move on like the rest of the world does when things are over. The credits have rolled and the clean-up crew is waiting for you to leave so they can clean the theatre if you know what I mean.

This blog started off strictly as a music blog. It was my top 10s. Maybe I felt inspired by John Cusack's character in High Fidelity since I started it during my then recent breakup. Who knows but music is one of the things I LOVE writing about. My job recently had us take a Birkman assessment and what do you know, music is my highest ranking interest area, so much so that they explained that my interest is so high that it is actually a need. I NEED music. I love, love, LOVE introducing people to new music or trying to peg a person on their musical preference. One of the biggest gifts you could give me is music. Maybe not physical music per se but mention a band that I might enjoy or show me a song I might love and I'll love you forever!

Not only am I in a life-slump, I'm in a musical slump as well. I've stooped so low this week as to listen to Pantera. PANTERA!?! Those of you who know me know my history with Pantera. We have a love/hate relationship. I have a hard time listening to them due to the fact that they take me back to my teenage years and Jesse. I found myself jumping to Randy Travis, Alison Krauss, and Anberlin for distraction.

Music has always been a way for me to cope. Maybe this funk I'm in can simply be solved by some new music. Everything I've been attracted to is pop-infused, like Katy Perry's Teenage Dream (over and over and over and over). This isn't a bad thing but I need MORE. Any suggestions? Pretty please?

Sunday, August 8, 2010

I. Am. In. Awe.

Great song, great video. There really are no words. Bouncy balls, a dog, a frog, the energy......seriously. I just watched this three times in a row. Try and forget the fact that it turns out to be a commercial. It's still fucking brilliant. I wish I was right in the middle of that street.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Thoughts on Success

This was sent to me just a few minutes ago at a time where I NEEDED these words. I thought I'd share them with y'all. (Look, I'm already sounding like a Texan.)

Thoughts on Success

Success begins the moment we understand that life is about growing; it is about acquiring the knowledge and skills we need to live more fully and effectively. Life is meant to be never-ending education, and when this is fully appreciated, we are no longer survivors but adventurers. Life becomes a journey of discovery, an exploration into our potential. Any joy and exuberance we experience in living are the fruits of our willingness to risk, our openness to change, and our ability to create what we want for our lives.

If you have already risked much and lost much, it doesn't matter. Mistakes don't matter. Failure doesn't matter. What matters is that you learned from your mistakes and failures. What matters is that you moved forward, you grew as a result of those experiences. The mistake-riddled life is much richer, more interesting, and more stimulating than the life that has never risked or taken a stand on anything. Hal Prince, the famous Broadway producer said, "Anyone who hasn't had a failure is an amateur."

- David McNally

Monday, August 2, 2010

Me and Mrs. Jones have got a thang goin' on.

Imagine yourself sitting at the top of Coors field watching a great game of America's past time, when the most beautiful lightning storm you've ever seen strikes. Then imagine that you have your best friend at your side to share in the moment. Things couldn't be more perfect.

Suddenly, the rain starts coming down in sheets. You and your best friend start running for cover when all of a sudden, your shoe breaks. You try and make it work but realize it is to no avail. You look at your best friend, she looks at you. You take off your other shoe and just throw it without even looking. You are standing there shoeless wondering what you’ll do now when without skipping a beat, your best friend takes off both of her shoes and throws them. You both find yourselves running around the streets of Denver, soaking wet, hysterical, shoeless, and without a care in the world. It takes a certain kind of friend to enjoy and share a moment like that with and I've found that friend in Candace.

Hello everybody and thank you for joining this afternoon to celebrate Candace and Matty. For those of you who do not know me, my name is Heather and I've been friends with Candace for about three years and have known Matty going on seven years. Candace and I met at work and I'll never forget the day I invited her to hang out. She sat right behind my Mom and we were making plans to go out that night with a few co-workers. I happened to turn around and look at Candace and there she was looking at me like a wet and homeless puppy dog. How could you not invite her along with her big blue eyes?

And I’m so glad I did. That night basically sealed the deal for us becoming the best of friends. We have been pretty much inseparable ever since. We've only known each other for three years but have been through so much together. Candace has been there to catch me before I have fallen both literally and figuratively. We've road tripped through Vegas and San Diego, sang our hearts out at concerts, lost a combined 70 lbs together, roamed the streets of Denver shoeless, the list goes on and on.

When Candace and Matty first got together, I mentally prepared myself for the changes to our friendship that would surely occur. Would there still be mad shopping sprees and lazy nights making dinner and watching movies? Would I lose my gym partner? While I don't get to see her as often as I used to, Candace is still my best friend and I have gained another in Matty. Words truly can't express how happy I am for the both of you and I can't wait to watch your love grow over our lifetimes.

I think the point of the "maid of honor" speech is to brag up the bride and add in a sprinkle of marital advice. Now that I've bragged about Candace, I'll give you my personal marital advice. Never take wedding advice from your un-married friend.

I didn’t want to leave you empty handed so I went ahead and did what any other single girl would do when given the task; I googled it. Here’s what I found:

  • A successful husband is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.
  • Learn these four words: “you are right honey.”
  • Never answer “dust” if your partner asks you “what’s on TV today?”
  • Remember that in the word “wedding” the “we” comes before the “I"
  • You will grow old and you will both change but the fun part is falling in love with same person over and over again.
My greatest wish for the two of you is that through the years your love for each other will deepen and grow, so that years from now you will look back on this day, your wedding day, as the day you loved each other the least.

May 'for better or worse' be far better than worse.

Here’s to the power couple! And Candace, I owe you a pair of shoes.