Fuzzy Wuzzy

Guys, long time no post. I know. Apologies, life has been busy. Needless to say making me exhausted. But I came across this little gem the other day and felt much better about life in general! Views this as many times as you need for a little boost!

Simple Song

In the interest of keeping with the title, I shall make this post simple. The artist? The Shins. The song? Simple Song. Shortly after it's release, this song immediately crept onto my Spring soundtrack. Just a friendly reminder that life, and I guess love (ew!), doesn't need to be that hard. And we all do well to let people worthwhile "in", you never know, they might surprise you and be just what the doctor ordered! Enjoy my musically inclined pals :)

Well this is just a simple song
To say what you've done
I told you about all those fears
And away they did run
You sure must be strong
And you feel like an ocean being warmed by the sun

When I was just nine-years-old
I swear that I dreamt
Your face on a football field
And a kiss that I kept
Under my vest
Apart from everything, with the heart in my chest

I know that things can really get rough
When you go it alone
Don’t go thinking you gotta be tough
To bleed like a stone
Could be there’s nothing else in our lives so critical
As this little hole

My life in an upturned boat
Marooned on a cliff
You brought me a great big flood
And you gave me a lift
Girl, what a gift
You tell me with your tongue
And your breath was in my lungs
And we float up through the rift

I know that things can really get rough
When you go it alone
Don’t go thinking you gotta be tough
To bleed like a stone
Could be there’s nothing else in our lives so critical
As this little hole

Well this would be a simple song
To say what you've done
I told you about all those fears
And away they did run
You sure must be strong
When you feel like an ocean being warmed by the sun

Remember walking a mile to your house
A glow in the dark
I made a fumbling play for your heart
And the act struck a spark
You wore a charm on the chain that I stole
Especial for you
Love's such a delicate thing that we do
With nothing to prove
Which I never knew

Song Breakdown

Well, I think "Music Wednesdays" have been feeling pretty darn lonesome as of late. So let's cheer them up shall we???

Here in the Big Apple, we pretty much skipped right over winter and are in full blown spring already. With days upon days rolling in with warmth and sunshine and the temptation to let your toesies out for some fresh air. I don't know about you, but for me, my soundtrack definitely changes with the change of seasons. There are certain songs that are only fitting for a dark, crisp, cold night in the deep of January. While others can only mix with sand particles and the shaking of your hips, and some type aquatic wear (I'm looking at you Bob Marley!) Then, there are those tunes that just scream SPRING! With their poetic lovely lyrics, and there light and bouncy beats. They coax you out of the harsh of winter ever so gently and wrap you in their warmth preparing you for the summer to come. One of these on my Spring Playlist is Feist's "Mushaboom". Let the dissecting commence!

Helping the kids out of their coats
But wait the babies haven't been born
Unpacking the bags and setting up
And planting lilacs and buttercups

I need to pack all my winter gear up and start replacing it with my summer wear. Also, I wish I was a green thumb kind of gal. I think I have killed the two plants I've attempted by either neglect-lack of watering, then remorse and guilt-which led to over watering.

But in the meantime I've got it hard
Second floor living without a yard
It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay

This MIGHT just be one of my most favorite string of words ever put together! It wasn't until I actually moved to NY and was renting a 2nd floor apartment and having a little job did I fully appreciate the genius that is Feist!

Old dirt road
Knee deep snow
Watching the fire as we grow old

I don't know, but what I DO KNOW is that I sometimes I miss back home, in the country, hanging out around a bonfire.

I got a man to stick it out
And make a home from a rented house
And we'll collect the moments one by one
I guess that's how the future's done

Life can be good. REAL good. You make the best out of what you got. Finding a partner to make the best out of life too. Oh, sigh. What a wonderful thought! And "collecting the moments one by one." I'm gonna work on that!

How many acres how much light
Tucked in the woods and out of sight
Talk to the neighbors and tip my cap
On a little road barely on the map

Be nice and friendly to your neighbors. Sometimes I fall in love with the idea of escaping off the map.

Bottom line, I love this song. Listen to it if you ever need a pick me up!

Taking Over A Computer Near You!

Hey baby dolls! Guess what???? One of the BEST blogs on the whole planet that is the "World Wide Web", written by one the most endearing, gifted, and loveliest creatures EVER, has asked me to write down my complete nonsense in post form! I feel just like Sally Fields, "YOU LIKE ME! YOU REALLY LIKE ME!" Otherwise known as "flabbercastism" (?)

Saer, the genius who also goes by the ego cravenmaven, has been kind enough (and maybe just a tad loony) to let me ramble on about ice cream and it's relation to your personality. I think it has potential to end up in a medical journal one day due to all of it's accuracy and detail. Get on this train guys! Please, don't forget to show Saer mad love and support! This gal rocks it in the kitchen, and in life. You will not be sorry if you let yourself stew in the wonderful world of words and edible treats she is constantly preparing. Check out Part 1 of my article, and be on the lookout for Part 2!

KULA DOMINATION!

Dillusions of Appearance

Have you ever had one of those days where you thought you looked completely respectable, cute even.....only to discover later on that you look like a complete crazy mess! Yea.......that tragedy sadly struck me the other day.

Sadly I've worn this outfit combo many times prior to this tragic event. It was a perfect storm of "barely there" make-up, a very androgynous hairstyle, and a very doubty stance (I was EXHAUSTED! LEAVE ME ALONE!), and a usually delicate and adorable necklace gone all too wrong!

Lets give you the rundown:

Shirt: Blue button up (one of my favorites! So comfortable and I ALWAYS think it looks good, but now looking back I see that I have only received ONE! UNO! Compliment on it! Yikes!)

Pants: Black dress pants. Otherwise known as fancy pants! Otherwise known as the entire contents of my closet due to working in the salon industry. Otherwise known as "slacks" to my grandmother.

Shoes: Red pair of TOMS. Super comfortable, but worn with not the right attire......inevitably lesbian shoes.

(*let me just say right here, this outfit sounds really bad now that I write it all out. DOG GONE IT! In my defense, I was really tired, and I was just going to work so I didn't care what I looked like, and I just wanted to be comfortable. It is A LOT of pressure on a gal to be looking good at all times. I'm at a point in my life where pants are my enemy, so just be happy I had pants on UNIVERSE!)

My make-up was not on point either. I looked really washed out and my eyes seemed to almost be non existent..if that is even possible. But I can TOTALLY blame that one on lack of sleep, because I don't even remember ever putting make-up on. (Have I mentioned that I've been really tired?)

The hair. Oh Lord, that hair! I am ashamed:( It was yet again one of those freakishly warm days in February, that are humid and a tad cold and super windy all at the same time. Uugghh. The weather is ruining my self confidence in my ability to dress myself in a respectable manner. Anyways, the weather was insane and I did not want to be bothered. My hair was in it's natural curly/wavy/not-too-sure-what-it-is-but-can-sometimes-pass-as-beach-hair-but-other-times-makes-me-look-like-a-5-year-old-who-went-to-bed-with-wet-hair-and-had-crazy-dreams (what a beautiful picture that is!) Anyways, like I was saying, I did not want to be bothered so I twisted is back ever so softly on both sides and tied it up in a low bun. I thought is was very whimsy looking, very soft and lady like.

Did you ever see that episode of Parks and Recreation when Leslie has a special event to go to, and she goes to the barber for him to style her hair, which he does like "the mayor" and she is wearing that suit and Ann is her date and everyone thinks they are a couple and she is completely oblivious to all of it? That was me! My hair, if looked at straight on looked JUST like an old dude's hairstyle. Combined that with the men's button up shirt, and bad posture (my mother would be so proud), and that necklace that ended up looking like I was wearing a gold chain (????? Oh the horror!) Boy was I a sight for sore eyes! Worse of all, no one the whole day told me that I looked like Barbra Streisand when she was posing as a boy in Yentl. The only difference was she did that willingly, on purpose. Mine was a total accident, a HUGE mistake!

Now I am going to have to rid my closet of this horrendous, hideous outfit FOREVER! Nothing can humble you quite like that of knowing every single person you passed was confused by if you were a pubescent slightly feminine boy or just a sad lady with bad fashion sense and a desperate need of a makeover.

To everyone that encountered me: YES! I was that lady man lady you saw! Geez! Drop it already! No one is perfect!

Ticketmaster: Thine Enemy!

Alright, the jig is up Ticketmaster! I am on to you! I'm sharper then Cheddar baby, you can't fool this!

In the most "matter of fact" terms, Ticketmaster is a slut! Oh how she entices you with some of your most beloved artist coming to a town near you and that she is the only thing between you and 500 other people singing the same sweet verse in sync like some powerful children's choir, just less creepy. And oh how simple and easy it "seems". Sssooooo user-friendly (sarcasm if you are that dense). All you need to do is log on at the appropriate date and time and click a few simple buttons and TA-DA, beautiful, coveted golden tickets to the show of your choosing. Right? Right?????

But, Ticketmaster, being the slut that she is, NEGLECTS to tell you that she had already sold a whole bunch of these tickets in a pre-sale. A pre-sale that she holds sacred for the maybe 23 people who have American Express cards. So secretive that you didn't even have a clue that this was happening just a few days, ney HOURS before she promised to give you those tickets that you want so desperately! * Either way, you feel like a fool. Stupidly smiling about your day, keeping an eye on the clock because you have a date with Ticketmaster which will inevitably lead to a second date to the Band of Horses show. You idiot! Wipe that pathetic grin off your face, hate to break it to you but you've been two-timed! Don't believe me? Go ahead, log on at 9am just like she told you to and see what happens when you ask for 2 tickets for the best available, and type in that super cryptic word sensor thing and see what her response will be. I'll wait. Oh, what's that? She cannot meet your request? Wha???? But how can that be? She promised! You my friend have been swindled by the ticket slut. Don't fall completely apart, we've all been there my friend.

But to forewarn you a big meanie named Stubhub is going to add insult to injury. BIG TIME. Apparently there are a whole bunch of losers (who may or may not have an American Express card*) who have nothing better to do with their time then buy up a bunch of tickets to events they have absolutely no intention of going to! Then, in their apparent desperation to make a quick dollar and to get their jollies from ripping off innocent people, they go to Stubhub and re-sell these tickets for astronomical amounts!!! So you wanted to see Jens Lekman for $30, now you will have to shell out $125 to see him. Moo-ha-ha! (their evil laugh) Such a jerk. Just throwing it in your face, that they had a little something-something on the side with Ticketmaster that you had no i-d-e-a about. This is what you get for only wanting to spend a few enchanting hours under the melodies and lyrics of Fleet Foxes.

So your going to go through a lot of emotions. Who can you trust? Is loyalty even a thing anymore? How can people be so cruel? Does "big business" even care about the "little guy"? You are going to feel deserted, and beaten up. But know that you are not alone. We've all missed our promised Santigold, Beyonce, Radiohead, and Florence + The Machine tickets, only to end up in despair. But justice will prevail! We can conquer Ticketmaster. Expose her for what she is. Who's with me???

*A note to American Express card holders, I have no beef with you. I think you are great. But it seems like the only super mega rich have AE cards. So it is safe to say I will never have one. But I love your commercials. Like the ones back in the day with Jerry Seinfeld. Good stuff. Hey, now that we are pals, if you do happen to buy tickets for the Death Cab for Cutie show coming up, can you keep me in mind? Thanks!

Space-Time Continuum

Do you think that if you COULD go back in time and get the chance to have a re-do on one particular thing, that would alter everything? By changing one tiny little thing, everything would be changed? Well the theory of space-time continuum certainly thinks so!

All it takes is one distant memory of a decision that you have made. Think about it and the repercussions of said decision.

Example: When I decided to stay with Bevels when they moved and expanded. I wouldn't of had such a crazy, demanding schedule forcing me to miss my Saturday for my circuit assembly. Which then allowed me to go to another one where I ran into Whitney in the bathroom after a few years going by since we last saw each other. From there Whitney became one of the closest people in my life. Then, she decided to move to New York. Where then she eventually moved in with Tassie, and the two of them planned a trip away for three months, allowing Debi and I to sublet from them. Moving me officially to New York.

Wowza!

Just think, if I didn't go to another circuit assembly, would I of still ran into Whitney? Would I of still moved to New York? What are the odds that I would have moved into the same building as Kia? Or even met Debi? Would I of ever ran into Ian and Christina? Would I still have spent basically the entire summer and Ai and Maurice's? How would I have encountered the Vivianos? If we never knew each other in Michigan, what is the probability in New York? If I never met Tassie, where would I be living right now?

If I would have changed my direction of one Saturday, what would my life be like right now?

Hakuna Matata!

It means no worries!!!! A problem free philosophy:)

Ah.....no worries. Problem free. Can you picture it? It has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? But life, oh sweet and wonderful and oh so complex, LIFE. Life does not live by this beloved Disney philosophy. At least not yet! Life, (my life, because EHEM, this is MY blog. My blog, my life. Ego-centric? Maybe just a pinch!) life has more problems then a math book. What is it about the new year that makes you reflect and have the sudden urge to change things? Well, whatever the reason, it has captured me under it's spell. You want to hear my verdict for 2011? Come on, don't be shy. It is completely validated that you are on the absolute EDGE of your seat wanting to know the complete misplaced opinions and facts from a little Midwest girl who transplanted herself to the Big City and has had showers and showers of self-realizations, disappointments, and absurd-life-happenings that MAY or may not be the premise to an AMAZING Wes Anderson indie flick. See what I just did there? I talked so much nonsense and used such fantastic cunning trickery that you suddenly forgot the question. And, I have you hooked! Like puddy in my hand you are! So I will proceed with my far fetched ramblings, thank you kindly:0)

......oh man! Now I forgot what I was talking about! Drat the luck! Hold on, let me collect my thoughts again.

OH! Verdict for 2011! How could one forget? Are you ready for it? 2011 sucked. Period. And, unless my survey has taught me wrong, you agree with me. Woo-hoo, high fives all around! Pat yourselves on the back for one crappy year, frustratingly lived! I don't want this to be a post solely dripping with pessimism, because that is no fun. Were there good things that happened? Of course! I finally found a place to live indefinitely, that I also happen to like very much. I got to go to pioneer school which was incredible. I've met and attached myself to some pretty amazing people. My brother is just killing it at life, which makes me ecstatic! I did a cleanse! I finally got through Wuthering Heights, not a small feat! I mastered how to make a pretty respectable poached egg. I've become less dependent on makeup, sometimes I go days being fresh faced for the world to see. I've scored some fantastic finds at thrift/second hand shops. See, good things. However, looking at the 365 days as a whole, not so many smiles times. 2011 had an air of funky disdain to it that lingered on you. Almost like you couldn't escape it.

I am here, standing before you, or more liked sitting before a screen writing to you, either way, I have a proposition for you, and me! (confused yet?) I shall present it to the audience in a formal, respectful way:

I, author of Kula-La-La and spokesperson for my fellow citizens who are ready to leave the year of 2011 behind, have a proposition for the general public. We refuse to let the bitter after taste of one badly, tragic year ruin or alter in any way our sights and ambitions for the future. We will remember lessons learned, and experiences gained, and relationships birthed, and we will proudly enter into the next chapter of life with these new features, but not carrying any of last year's baggage. We will accomplish. We will conquer. We will prevail. We will acquire many moments of happiness and try to the best of our ability to expand these to their absolute limits. We will allow ourselves to have a bad day if needed, but we must leave that day within those 24 hours and not let it attach itself to us and spread like gruesome gang green of life and over take us. We will detach ourselves from what is not necessary or helpful, and instead we will grab hold on to what is essential and things making for joy. We will approach this new blank canvas with hope in our hearts, determination on our brains, and maybe a cupcake and a butterfly or two in our stomachs. We will proceed with optimistic caution knowing full well that we got this! 2011, who needs you? All those in favor say "EY!"

If all else fails (but remember we are thinking positively now) I have decided to adopt the mantra of childhood memories Timon and Pumbaa. When life gets to you, just remember Hakuna Matata, oh what a wonderful phrase!