Tuesday, June 27, 2006

My music is different

First, I would like to tell a cute little anecdote: I was on Itunes, as I often am on a Tuesday evening, and looking at an imix for some Christian music. I came upon a clip of Saviour by Skillet. I played the thirty second sound bite, and just as I was remembering where I'd heard this song before, Robbie, my sweet parakeet who loves to listen to song clips and reacts to them according to how much he likes them, freaked out and tried to fly away! If he'd have succeeded, I'd have been impressed, as he was in his cage at the time. He succeeded in spreading feathers about the computer desk. So, I've learned just now that Skillet scares my bird.

Robbie seems to like Jeremy Camp, though. And he usually seems happy to hear Barlow Girl. He even liked the Krystal Meyers clips I played.

Anyway, I came to a realization tonight that my secular music sounds absolutely nothiing like my Christian music. My secular tends to be very mellow, and happy sounding. Such as, my newest secular purchase was Corinne Bailey Rae, quite good and mellow. Imagine Norah Jone mixed with Joss Stone, or something like that. I also have an affinity for what I call Guys and Guitars: John Mayer, Jack Johnson, Jason Mraz, Josh Kelley (and yes, I do realize all their names start with the letter J), but I don't like any of them well enough to buy all or their CDs, just select songs. But for Christian music, I've got stuff like Relient K (when they actually sound Christian...) Barlow Girl, Jeremy Camp, and now I'm looking for more stuff like that.

Actually, I've just mentally defeated my own point, by remembering that some of my favorite Christian music is Jadon Lavik, Out of Edens Hymns CD, and I adore Barlow Girl's slower worship songs. And some of my secular is pretty up there. I can't name any right now, but I do like a few songs with more electric guitar than substance (a few things by Skye Sweetnam come to mind). I just don't tend to buy the secular "hard" stuff. (Really, nothing I listen to is all that hard)

Well, there I go, I've just made this post null and void, except for the cute bird story. I have once again proven that I have nothing to talk about except my "kids" who happen to have fur and feathers. Dear heavens, I'm one of those moms! Just kidding. Hey, wanna hear about the cute things my cats have been doing?!?! Oh dear, I have cats. Not just cat... singular, but CATS plural! I'm a cat lady, but I'm in my 20s! AAAAAHH!

I'm ok, now.

Till next I write!

If you last that long.

Friday, June 23, 2006

Quirks, what makes you... well, you

I love peanut butter, but hate peanuts. When I told my boss this little fact, I couldn't explain why, so I just said, "One of my quirks, I guess."
That comment amused her.

Face it, everyone has weird preferences or habits that make sense to no one but themselves. Another of mine happens to be that I will sooner go into a room that I know has a spider loose in it than I room that I know has a moth loose in it. I don't mean big, ugly, gonna-take-over-the-world moths, (though I believe those are the epitome of yech!) but even little, tiny, where'd-it-go-I-can't-find-it-because-the-thing-is-tiny moths. Such as the moth that took up residence for two days in my work area last week. I was so freaked out by the thing that I was afraid to kill it. I'm sure it would have been amusing for you all to see me flailing a box cutter (don't worry, the blade was retracted) at a half-inch, harmless insect. I know that stupid little minion of the underworld was mocking me.

So maybe I exxagerate. Slightly.

Anyway, yes, I know that moths are harmless, but I find them to be the ultimate evil, straight from the pit of hell. (Did I mention I exxagerate?)

It's actually a little bit like my Parakeet, Robbie. I love to buy him new toys, but there's one problem. No toy is safe, they're all out to kill him. Under no circumstances is he to touch one, in fact, it's safer just to climb the cage walls than to risk contact with the malicious object. At least, that's what he thinks, for at least a month of the object being in his cage. Yet, the cats, oh, the cats are his best buddies. A cat by the cage is the most welcome thing ever, they'd never hurt me, we're family. All the while, of course, those cats are planning how to best open the cage to get to this jumpy, little blue snack. This is why God made sure that Robbie was born a pet, he's so stupid he'd die in the wild. I'm quite thankful that God trusted this cutie to my particuliar care.

Sammie, the newest addition to our pet family, (who happens to be laying on my arms as I type this) is a grey and white cat, about 3 years old, who prefers to back up rather than turn around, it would seem. Usually, this occurs when she's sitting on window sills, but occasionally at other times, too. This is in additon to the fact that one minute she'll be rubbing your legs, the next she'll be hissing and taking a swipe at your ankles. That, I suppose, is more nerves than quirk.

Well, I suppose I'm done relfecting on various "whims and inconsistancies" (another of my quirks, using any opportunity to quote my favorite books and movies) for now.

Till next I write!

Sunday, June 11, 2006

New Quiz

How You Life Your Life

You have a good sense of self control and hate to show weakness.
You tend to avoid confrontation and stay away from sticky situations.
You tend to have one best friend you hang with, as opposed to many aquaintences.
You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren't attainable.





You Are 44% Happy



You're definitely a happy person, even though you have your down moments.

You tend to get the most out of life, though there's always some more happiness to be squeezed.