For many years people have been telling me to write. They say I am good at it. While I agree that sometimes I can craft something clever, I am not convinced that anyone really wants to read my mundane ramblings. Despite the fact that I think no one will really be reading this, I am going to begin this blogging thing. Here's my dilemma. I always saw blogging as something that should be used for people who are doing really amazing things...people getting ready to climb Mt Kilimanjaro...people fighting terminal illness...people trying to lose hundreds of pounds. I am not climbing a mountain...the only climbing I am doing these days is into an elevator every morning. And as it takes me to the third floor where my desk is, I ponder ways to retire early. I am also not fighting terminal illness and though I could stand to lose a few (maybe 8-10) pounds, I am far from the next Ruby (morbidly obese woman with a show on the Style network...who I happen to love for her southern twang and whining).
The drive to and from work are perhaps my favorite times of the day. I love my solitude, even if it means sitting in rush hour traffic surrounded by imbeciles who don't know how to drive. The 40 minutes (each way) that I spend traveling route 77 is my therapy. I rarely take or make phone calls, or even look at my phone. Instead I ROCK OUT!!!! If you ever see me mid commute don't be surprised by the fact that I am likely singing at the top of my lungs and that I am completely occupied by my performance. In my head I am performing a concert at Madison Sq Garden for thousands of screaming fans, or maybe I am on Broadway dressed like Jewish peasant in Russia in the 1920's (Fiddler on the Roof), or maybe I am just at Jackelope Jack's on a Saturday karaoking "Heartbreaker" by Pat Benetar. Regardless, my commute serves as an out-of-body experience every day. I need it. My fans need it.
Lately my concert a la car has consisted of a jam session hosted by Michael Buble. Thank you Sarah for burning me the new CD! I have a mild to huge crush on Mike; and his voice melts me. I bought his last CD (and misplaced it. If anyone reading this finds a copy in their car, it could be mine) on a road trip from PA to NC a few years back. My friend Allison and I were coming back from a Christmas visit in which we really burnt out on our CD collection, her Ipod was broken, and the radio stations through WV backwoods were only Christian stations. As if the musical accompaniment issues weren't troublesome enough, we had her cat, Belle in a carrier in my backseat too. About 50 miles outside of Pittsburgh (7 hours of driving left) Belle peed in her carrier. Cat pee is perhaps the worlds nastiest smell. It only took moments before we were both gagging. We stopped at some country bumpkin BP and asked the clerk for some cleaner. The burly woman gave us one paper towel and some Windex...not exactly the proper forces to battle warm cat urine stench, but paired with about a half dozen Christmas tree deodorizers, it put a dent in the fumes. About 3 hours later, on lovely route 19 in Summersville, WV we saw the glow of a Walmart sign and decided to stop for more cleaning supplies. Our tunes were stale, the smell in the car was foul, and we needed to see some mullets and camo to take our minds off of the monotony of the journey. All 3 things were accomplished. Allison purchased Mary J Blige's new CD and I bought Buble's "Everything". Allison is partial to R&B, rap, and any product of Def Jam records while I like myself a Caucasian Canadian crooner belting out some classic Sinatra. All in all MJB and MB made for a diverse and yet rather enjoyable soundtrack. Buble made that road trip at little more bearable. And, his song "Everything" now conjures up wonderful memories of a different road trip with my roommate Lydia, as well as two Barclays (David & Jill) to a mountain house in Maggie Valley, NC where we listened and sang that song at the top of our lungs about 20 times. Damn I love that key change! A few days ago my dear friend Sarah was kind enough to burn me a copy of Buble's newest tracks...and while it's not quite of the caliber of the former CD, "Just Haven't Met You Yet" has become my instant favorite, which I have listened to about 45 times in 2 days time. It takes adds a little dash of hope into the lives of single people everywhere...or at least this single person here.
Speaking of which, I should probably place a disclaimer on this, here, first ever blog that warns you of my general focus on dating and being single. I might have to take back an aforementioned statement that I am not doing anything very challenging with my life. Being single is a HUGE challenge in many ways...and at times it is a blessing, but nonetheless it's an uphill climb more often than not. It's kind of the personal equivalent to climbing Mt Kilimanjaro and let's just say that I have been from the bottom to the top of that beast. I have fallen off. I have jumped off. I have gracefully climbed down. Regardless of the outcome of my upward climb, I can usually find a good laugh out of it...and even learn sometime sometimes.
I can't think of any current laughs to share. I am going to put in a few more hours of work :-/ (Please note that I LOVE the sideways face emoticon. I use it very frequently because it implies so much. The other emoticons don't speak to me in such a way. I find them generic) so that I can meet Allison for a run (or walk) around the booty loop and some sushi. Maybe on the way I can make Allison listen to Buble's new CD....this time it won't be paired with the smell of cat pee wafting up from the backseat.
Till next time....
The drive to and from work are perhaps my favorite times of the day. I love my solitude, even if it means sitting in rush hour traffic surrounded by imbeciles who don't know how to drive. The 40 minutes (each way) that I spend traveling route 77 is my therapy. I rarely take or make phone calls, or even look at my phone. Instead I ROCK OUT!!!! If you ever see me mid commute don't be surprised by the fact that I am likely singing at the top of my lungs and that I am completely occupied by my performance. In my head I am performing a concert at Madison Sq Garden for thousands of screaming fans, or maybe I am on Broadway dressed like Jewish peasant in Russia in the 1920's (Fiddler on the Roof), or maybe I am just at Jackelope Jack's on a Saturday karaoking "Heartbreaker" by Pat Benetar. Regardless, my commute serves as an out-of-body experience every day. I need it. My fans need it.
Lately my concert a la car has consisted of a jam session hosted by Michael Buble. Thank you Sarah for burning me the new CD! I have a mild to huge crush on Mike; and his voice melts me. I bought his last CD (and misplaced it. If anyone reading this finds a copy in their car, it could be mine) on a road trip from PA to NC a few years back. My friend Allison and I were coming back from a Christmas visit in which we really burnt out on our CD collection, her Ipod was broken, and the radio stations through WV backwoods were only Christian stations. As if the musical accompaniment issues weren't troublesome enough, we had her cat, Belle in a carrier in my backseat too. About 50 miles outside of Pittsburgh (7 hours of driving left) Belle peed in her carrier. Cat pee is perhaps the worlds nastiest smell. It only took moments before we were both gagging. We stopped at some country bumpkin BP and asked the clerk for some cleaner. The burly woman gave us one paper towel and some Windex...not exactly the proper forces to battle warm cat urine stench, but paired with about a half dozen Christmas tree deodorizers, it put a dent in the fumes. About 3 hours later, on lovely route 19 in Summersville, WV we saw the glow of a Walmart sign and decided to stop for more cleaning supplies. Our tunes were stale, the smell in the car was foul, and we needed to see some mullets and camo to take our minds off of the monotony of the journey. All 3 things were accomplished. Allison purchased Mary J Blige's new CD and I bought Buble's "Everything". Allison is partial to R&B, rap, and any product of Def Jam records while I like myself a Caucasian Canadian crooner belting out some classic Sinatra. All in all MJB and MB made for a diverse and yet rather enjoyable soundtrack. Buble made that road trip at little more bearable. And, his song "Everything" now conjures up wonderful memories of a different road trip with my roommate Lydia, as well as two Barclays (David & Jill) to a mountain house in Maggie Valley, NC where we listened and sang that song at the top of our lungs about 20 times. Damn I love that key change! A few days ago my dear friend Sarah was kind enough to burn me a copy of Buble's newest tracks...and while it's not quite of the caliber of the former CD, "Just Haven't Met You Yet" has become my instant favorite, which I have listened to about 45 times in 2 days time. It takes adds a little dash of hope into the lives of single people everywhere...or at least this single person here.
Speaking of which, I should probably place a disclaimer on this, here, first ever blog that warns you of my general focus on dating and being single. I might have to take back an aforementioned statement that I am not doing anything very challenging with my life. Being single is a HUGE challenge in many ways...and at times it is a blessing, but nonetheless it's an uphill climb more often than not. It's kind of the personal equivalent to climbing Mt Kilimanjaro and let's just say that I have been from the bottom to the top of that beast. I have fallen off. I have jumped off. I have gracefully climbed down. Regardless of the outcome of my upward climb, I can usually find a good laugh out of it...and even learn sometime sometimes.
I can't think of any current laughs to share. I am going to put in a few more hours of work :-/ (Please note that I LOVE the sideways face emoticon. I use it very frequently because it implies so much. The other emoticons don't speak to me in such a way. I find them generic) so that I can meet Allison for a run (or walk) around the booty loop and some sushi. Maybe on the way I can make Allison listen to Buble's new CD....this time it won't be paired with the smell of cat pee wafting up from the backseat.
Till next time....
I too have listened to " I Just Haven't Met You Yet" probably 46 times.
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