a song off

A while ago, my friend Katie, and her friend Dainon, decided to have a “song off”. Since then, they have both been challenging people regularly and this week, it’s my turn. I consider it kind of an honor to be selected for the challenge. Honestly, I love music, but I don’t pretend to be anywhere near as knowledgeable as these two and I generally get my “new music” second-hand; I just happen to know good sources.

Anyway, here’s how it works. You listen to my song, then you listen to Katie’s song, and you vote in the comments.

I had a tough time deciding which song to share as there are no boundaries or guidelines and I have years of “favorite songs” to choose from. Did I want to introduce the world (or my five readers) to a new artist, or share an old favorite, etc? In the end, I chose a song that encapsulates much of what I love about music; catchy tunes performed in new ways by amazing artists (it’s a cover). So there you have it. If you’ve never heard Glen Hansard before (or The Swell Season) go check him out…this is not his song, and I daresay it doesn’t totally do his talent justice, however I love that he did this cover, which incidentally happened because a fan at a concert yelled out “Cry Me a River”, and he went for it. Give it a listen and then head over to Katie’s blog for her selection.

Cry Me A River – Glen Hansard

P.S. If you want to hear Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova’s Oscar winning song, you can do it here and if you want to see them win the Oscar, you can do it here. Just don’t vote based on this song…vote based on the one above.

the note that has taken over facebook (aka 25 random things)

So, I posted this to Facebook a while back, however, I thought it would be fun to have on my blog, so here you go:

1. I secretly (or not so secretly anymore) think that people who don’t know how to drive stick-shifts are not living up to their full potential.

2. I often pretend that I don’t remember minute details about people’s lives because I don’t want to appear stalker-esque. The truth: if you’ve ever told me about your mom’s college boyfriend’s cousin’s 16th birthday party, I remember…the date, the location, the party-goers, all of it. It’s strange. But true. And no, I am not stalking you, so don’t flatter yourself. And why is it that I can remember things like that, but not useful things, like when I need to pay my phone bill.

3. I will happily travel anywhere. ANYWHERE. And do it by any means. Train, plane, automobile, boat…doesn’t matter to me. I’m in…provided I don’t have classes (that I care about) and have whatever means I need (in terms of finances) to do the traveling.

4. I once jumped on a train in Portugal without paying for a ticket and spent over 30 minutes trying to avoid the ticket-checker-dude before finally just fessing up and paying an exorbitant amount of money for a “purchased-on-the-train” ticket…of which I was told there were none, otherwise I would have just purchased it before getting on the train. I got tired. It was a night train. I wanted to sleep.

5. I sometimes start rambling in French to non-French speakers because sometimes I’m thinking in French because sometimes French is just better. But I don’t like when people ask me to “just say something in French.” I mean, really. Something. What? What something?

6. I flew to Spokane on a whim just to make-out with a Canadian for…well, anyway. I flew to Spokane. It was stupid. And fantastic. Like the majority of adventurous decisions I’ve made in my life.

7. I moved to Europe when I was 14 because I was sick of my life. What 14-year-old even knows enough to know that she’s sick of her life?

8. I still wear my retainers at night. Yes. Still. I got my braces off when I was 14. I have jacked up teeth that cost a small fortune to fix.

9. I rationalize my impulsive, irrational behaviors by referring to them as “diseases”, like they aren’t my fault or something. Unfortunately, this is a disease I share with my sister, which does me no good when I need rational advice. (There are several posts about this…just search “disease”…if you are totally bored and have a few hours to spare.)

10. I justify expensive clothing/accessory purchases by breaking things down in terms of “cost per wear/use”. Like last year I purchased Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses that were ridiculously expensive by figuring out how much the sunglasses would cost me per day, based on a three year useful life. This is about how long I will wear a pair before I “need” to buy another. And yes, I have yet to lose an expensive pair of sunglasses.

11. I often think people “need” my help. I hate that I do this. I mean, seriously, who died and made me God? No one, that’s who. And yet…and yet…

12. I was a cheerleader in high school. For some reason this shocks people…I choose to believe it’s because I appear much smarter than the average cheerleader.

13. I shoplifted when I was 13 (and subsequently sent everything back to the store, along with money for the things my friend had stolen). I have an extremely guilty conscious, a firm belief in Karma, along with some good old fashioned morals.

14. I absolutely love driving. It’s kind of like a video game to me…weaving through cars to see how fast I can get somewhere and what a better driver I am than 99% of the people out there. My eyes are constantly scanning for gaps I can shoot…and cops. This is a big part of the reason my current vehicle only has 4-cylinders, as opposed to being a V6. It’s another disease. (And really, I was probably overstating when I said I know I’m not better than 99% of the drivers out there…but only a little.)

15. I had to have a tracheotomy when I was a baby because I swallowed a piece of plastic that got caught in my throat. Sometimes when people ask me about the scar (it’s still very visible because I scar horribly) I like to make up scary stories about what happened to me. I rarely fool people though, because a) I’m a horrible liar and b) it’s a pretty perfect incision scar.

16. I’m a red/ blue, ENTJ Scorpio born the year of the Snake. What does this all mean? Yeah, your guess is as good as mine.

17. I hate cats. I will put up with them (and even pet them if I feel like I must to be polite) and I only dream about kicking them across the room (I’d never actually do it), but I HATE them. I think they are disgusting.

18. I talk too much.

19. I ran with the bulls in Pamplona.

20. I sing well, but I audition horribly. In high school my choir director told me I was lucky he knew how well I could really sing because based on the audition, I never would have made it. College was almost identical. I hate this about myself.

21. I am a total bibliophile, partly because library books scare me. Who knows where they’ve been or what people have done while reading them? They gross me out. That’s why I have stacks and stack and boxes and boxes of books. I have purchased almost every book I’ve ever read. Occasionally someone will lend me a book, which is okay as long as it hasn’t been lent to too many people. Apparently, I still believe in cooties?

22. I love SCUBA diving, but swimming in the ocean (on the surface…without a mask) scares the crap out of me. I still do it. Fear rarely keeps me from doing anything.

23. I believe in low-maintenance friendships–the kind that can be maintained through a phone call a year sometimes–and am perfectly comfortable “quitting” a friendship if it becomes too high-maintenance. Some people think that makes me selfish. I think it makes me sane.

24. I used to tattoo people’s faces for a living for a living. I didn’t do it to myself, but I did have it done. It all needs to be touched up.

25. I still cry myself to sleep no less than monthly because I miss my mom. She died when I was 18.

the girls of 310

This weekend was absolutely fantastic. I could not have imagined just how much I needed it and just what an effect being together with all of these fabulous women would have on me. Once upon a time, this little group of girls were fortunate enough to all end up in Apartment 310 and become fast friends. Today, while lives have changed and diverged, we still are the best of friends and it was so good to have the gang back together again.

I wish I could explain what it was like for the six of us to get together. It’s different than having a “best friend” or a “close friend”. The dynamic of a group of friends is just not the same. We are all so different, and yet those differences are what makes us such a great combination. Each one of us brings something wonderful to the table and I cannot imagine this group without any one of its current members. It’s something I don’t think will ever be duplicated in my life and I feel so blessed to have this because I don’t think it’s very common.

The six of us met in Las Vegas. We laughed as we reminisced about our silly antics. We cried as we shared some of the trials of the last few years. We remembered what we were like then and remarked how we have all changed. We shopped like crazy and talked for hours. And while the conversations have evolved from boys (our favorite topic back then) to things that are somewhat more meaningful, there were moments when I really felt like I was 19 again and this weekend was the norm, rather than the exception. And there were moments when I missed that carefree life (hindsight can be really distorted sometimes), but then I looked at the six of us and the amazing women we have all become and I realized I wouldn’t go back. I love where we are today. I love how our friendship has grown, deepened, and changed.

It appeared to be the quintessential “girls’ weekend” and anyone looking at us would have thought we had not a care in the world. I imagine that some people would have even looked at us and thought that we were all about shopping and having fun. Neither of those things would be true.

What is true is that with all of my trials and stresses, and all of my triumphs and joys, my life is so much better because I have these women with whom to share it. And it’s not because I talk to them every day, or even every month; it’s because when I need them, I know they will be there. And I will do the same for them.

eleven years and counting

Allison, Cami, Erin, Debbie, me (should I chop my hair off again?), Alicia

These are the girls of 310–our apartment number in the first apartment where we all met and lived together. Other than my sister and me, none of us knew each other before we moved in. I can’t even explain how lucky I feel to have moved into that apartment a little over 11 years ago.

Over the past 11 years, we have seen each other through a number of life’s experiences; undergrad, grad school, relationships, missions, marriages, and babies. While we have spent time together individually over the last few years, the last time we were all together (if I’m not mistaken) was at my sister’s wedding–almost 6 years ago–and really, weddings are kind of chaotic for reconnecting when one of you is the bride and another is the sister-of-the-bride.

This weekend we are all heading to Vegas. I am so excited, I can’t even stand it! I love, love, love these girls and cannot wait to spend two whole days just enjoying their company.

P.S. Thanks, Allison, for posting this pic on FB!