It's bound to melt your heart

I pretty much stole this idea from my future wife Becca. She wrote an entry on her top favorite love songs, but for me I can't just chose "love songs" since there are about 500 different aspects of love songs (IMO.) I mean you've got unrequited love, lost love, found love, true love. lost and found love. etc. So whatever, here's a little compilation of my favorite "LOVE ETC" songs. Enjoy blogger world.

love songs

1. Passionate - Kind of Like Spitting
2. William, It Was Really Nothing - The Smiths
3. Silver Lining - Rilo Kiley
4. Goodnight and Go - Imogen Heap
5. I'll Love you More Than You'll Ever Know - Blood Sweat and Tears
6. Marie - Kevin Devine
7. Blue in the Face - Alkaline Trio
8. Talk Tonight - Oasis
9. At Your Most Beautiful - Last Days of April
10. Innocent Vigilant Ordinary - The Appleseed Cast
11. Album of the Year - The Good Life
12. Landlocked Blues - Bright Eyes
13. Autumn Sweater - Yo La Tengo
14. Hope for Us - The Jealous Sound
15. Wild Horses - The Sundays
16. Fade into you - Mazzy Star
17. Cry baby Cry - The Beatles
18. Calculation Theme - Metric
19. Your Ex-Love is Dead - Stars
20. A minor incident - Badly Drawn Boy
21. One Summer Last Fall - Jets to Brazil
22. Twin Falls - Built to Spill
23. Ten Cent Blues - Eisley
24. Fly Around My Pretty Little Miss - Brad Zefferen
25. Linger - Cranberries
26. My Heart is an Apple - The Arcade Fire
27. You Are what You Love - Jenny Lewis
28. Arizona - Pedro the Lion
29. Positive Tension - Bloc Party
30. Josephine - The Magnetic Fields
31. New England Sunrise - DieradioDie
32. Don't Leave the Light on Baby - Belle & Sebastian

I know I know, it's a long ass play list but trust me narrowing it down to just 32 songs was excruciatingly hard. I am deeply and ridiculously emotionally rooted to every single one of these songs. Some of these tracks have literally been following me around since I was 14 years old. Some remind me of my family, some of old unrequited love, one or two remind me of drinking red stripe with a straw and sitting on the hood of older kids cars in Southern New Jersey. But most remind me of the guy I've been in love with all along.

When my boyfriend and I first started dating I was only 18 and he had just turned 21. It was long distance instantly considering I live in Delaware and he's located in North Eastern Pennsylvania. It's about a 7hr trip if you count in the hour long train ride to Philly, the hour of waiting for the Martz bus, and then the three hour bus ride to his actual home. When he went away to tour with his band the summer of 07' he was gone for about two months and I missed him so much I literally thought my head and heart were going to explode. I mean I was used to missing him for weeks at a time, but months? MONTHS? I was going insane. When I told him how I felt he said "listen to the song Talk Tonight by Oasis," which he had sneakingly uploaded onto my ipod before he left. I listened to that song alone in the break room of the Walgreens where I working at the time. Two and a half years later and this song still gives me goosebumps. If he found out I was blogging about this he'd probably off himself, so I'm sorry Matt, I love you!

The other 31 songs are equally as powerful to me, emotionally, physically everything. So to cop out on Becca, what are some of your favorite love ETC or just plain love songs?

Summer staples :

Korres
Mango Butter Lipstick SPF 10 in Fuchsia 54



Comptoir Sud Pacifique
Vanille Abricot
Notes: Apricot, Jackfruit, Papaya, Tahitian Vanilla, Sugar Candy.



GO SMiLE
Lemonade Smile toothpaste



Laura Mercier
Shimmer Bloc



Living Proof
Straight Making No Frizz Styling Treatment for Thick to Coarse Hair



Juice Beauty
Organic Facial Moisture Concentrate


Absolutely nothing but perfect skin, bright lips and a bit of bronzer, and sweet smelling sprays for my summer staples. The years of applying powder foundations that just sink into my skin are over. Of course I won't stray too far from my mascara and I really need to start getting into the habit of wearing sunglasses (crows feet, do not want.) I wanna live at the beach this summer and cake myself in spf eating vinegar french fries and wave surfing like I'm 9 years old again. I don't want jellyfish to smack me in the tummy or seashells to cut up my knees, just the salty Atlantic clinging to my curls.

All of these products can be found on the Sephora website where I ordered them from. Enjoy, and what are your summer staples? C'mon don't be shy, comment comment!!

It's way too late to be this locked inside ourselves

So thankful that March is almost over. This is always my hardest month, hands down it's just bad memories and transitions into Spring always make my allergies a little wonky. I started a daily regimen of taking two spoonfuls of locally harvested honey to help get me used to the Delaware pollen, so far so good. Lets hope I won't have to take handfuls of allergy drugs and neti-pot every morning like last Spring.

Also have been working non-stop, making tons of money. Leaving 4/9 en route Matt's house for Easter (third Easter in a row.) Going to be spoiled with candy and records with a "special surprise," and new War Hungry t's. I really got lucky with finding a man who has the best family, we all get along so great and his mom is seriously one of my best friends.

Also started reading the book "Tweak" sadly I have come to the conclusion that you can only write a biography if you were once a drug addict, prostitute or a teen mother. Bummer.

You got me wrapped around your finger,

Lovin this "Spring" Mix I made to soothe my knitting rhythm

hey freakz

Today was rainy weepy and I realized I do not have a jacket for this in-between fake almost spring weather. It's also time to change my flannel bedsheets since I wake up drenched in sweat.

Personal transitions into Spring :

more knitting
more reading
more loving

less caring
less engaging
less lethargic
less scatterbrained

Spring is symbolic of re-birth, so Attn : Mother Nature it's time to vaginally birth your child, little baby-sprouting-tulip-poppin' Spring. Also, you can relax on the rain and perhaps make it so the mulch on the fields around here don't smell so strongly of dead humans? Ok, thanks.

Monday morning comes too fast,

Past weekend = a lot of : boyfriend-kissing cuddling thrifting procrastinating whining Shirley Temples mid-night ice cream cones learning to knit, perfect days. Allergy season itchy elbows perfect skin, going for a hike at the Complex, cold ears, trimming bangs in public restrooms,embarrassing typos. Used razors with built in shaving cream and realized I say the words "crayon, glass, class and mirror," all incorrectly. New friends (?) I DON'T WANNA JINX IT/pizza excursions learning to take the Blue Line all by myself. Missing out on a fun weekend and working instead, life can't be just one big party, unfortunately for some.

For the first time I feel like I'm really truly lucky. I've been so good with my money that it's borderline nauseating. But I'm proud of myself, it's a good feeling to never be living paycheck to paycheck.
I need new yarn (already!) new paint brushes, new books to read/borrow new music.

The only downside to life is that I need to make up my mind about Japan soon. Decisions are the one thing about growing up that I will forever suck at. I will probably wait until the very last possible second and flip a coin.

"I pity the fool who tries to get this done!"

I'm obsessed with infomercials.

The Bump it

"BUMP A PONY, OR ROCK A BOB!" If you're a country girl, a cool girl or just a plain old boring FLAT HAIRED chick Bump It's will change the way you do your hair, forever. This video is so ~flirty~ and sexy. I wish I was bumpin right now, but sadly I am not.

Mr. T's Flavorwave Oven

"Darlin, are my eyes deceiving me? Or am I lookin at the frozen food section at the super market?" Not only am I ALWAYS sold on food infomercials simply because, well duh they're food, but Mr. T?!?! REALLY. SOLD. Watch the first few seconds just to experience T knocking down the kitchen door. Conclusion : this shit looks efficient and very believable. My biggest complaint is that Mr. T isn't wearing his usual layered gold chains.

ShamWOW

Never mind that this guy forgot to take off his McDonald's drive-thru headset. Never mind that he looks miserable and has the worst Staten Island/ slightly Australian accent. I also am under the impression that Mr.Shamwow smoked a shitload of crystal meth before cameras were rolling. The ShamWOW is going to change the world!!! Look at all that cola it holds! We actually use product similar to this at work to dry dogs off with after their baths. So, for me personally the idea of using the same product to dry off dishes freaks me the fuck out. But I guess in theory this isn't a bad investment. Conclusion : Get with it guys. We're all trying to "Go Green," and save our mother earth. So smoke some green and get your sham'wowwza on. "You'll be saying wow every time!"

wow
wow

every.time.

The Tiddy Bear

"Now with the Tiddy bear I enjoy traveling again!" Usually when the seat belt is all up on my neck, I just push the seat belt to the side. In my experience seat belts are not UNUSUALLY confiding and just sort of hang there. In fact I can only recollect one time in my life that I was even aware of my seat belt annoying me. But all that's changed, now there's the Tiddy Bear! So soft and cuddly I can't wait to drive around with a neon orange bear hugging my breast's. Conclusion : It will only give other cars an excuse to get their road rage on.

The Snuggie

Because who doesn't want to look like they're wearing a cloak and about to perform a human sacrifice? While staying warm! We all know that blankets are inefficient and should probably just be banished. Snuggies will probably rule the world. It's one size fits all, unless you're Manuel "MeMe" Uribe Mexico's fattest man who weighs 500lbs. Chances are the Snuggie will not fit you. Sorry MeMe.

Nads hair removal

Of course Nads had to play the bearded lady card! She just pulled a pic of her during her "bearded years" out of her breast pocket.. in case you missed it. The beard imo looks very Amish, and I heard through the grapevine that Nads is a shitty product and won't even remove hairy legs. Conclusion : if you're dreadfully bearded (like me,) Nads is probably not a good investment.

The Listen Up!

In case you're curious about who's talking about your fat ass, the listen up is for you! If you want to hear your husband take a shit (FROM THE OTHER ROOM!!!) the listen up is for you! Conclusion : if you want to be back on planet earth, sadly the listen up is not for you. But I guess if you're old and decrepit, hard of hearing and all those other things that follow with old age, the listen up might be worth the shipping&handling.

I have unfortunately noticed a slight decline in infomercials in the past couple of years, I have a feeling that they will as a whole become a dying breed. A lovable collectible, like when grandpa's watch old western movies. I'll be that wrinkly miserable grandmother watching infomercials and knitting my grand kids a sweater they'll end up throwing on the floor and letting their dog piss on. Inevitably all of my good efforts will have been in vain, sort of like this blog.

i'll see you when the sun sets east, don't forget me

I miss my cousin Rian so much. I wish she would come back from Portland and eat spaghetti with me. I miss her making fun of my taste in music and calling me Miss Priss. I miss going to Sephora and her blowing $100 on makeup and never thinking twice. She drove cross country with her best friend this past summer, on a fucking whim! She's been to all of Europe and has a Thin Lizzy tribute tattoo.

I love her in a way that I can't even describe because she's been through hell and back, and she's still a sweetheart. Rian lost her mom (my aunt,) in April 2007. She died in a tragic house fire, where Rian's brother (my cousin Kevin,) survived. Instead of being mad at the world for taking her mom away, Rian somehow learned to live her life like everyday is her last, which is something I completely suck at. When the anniversary of my aunt's death came around last year, my entire family panicked, wondering how Rian would handle it. She drove from Philly to Ohio to throw her mother's ashes off a cliff into Lake Michigan along with my aunt's favorite flowers, lilies. We still talk about my aunt frequently because we know she's always with us. Not in some freaky vodoo way, but in a way that when you love someone they're always around.

I had a fear of fire right after my aunt died. I couldn't see fire on tv, I couldn't hear people talk about fire. My boyfriend knew that if there was a scene in a movie that involved fire to cover my eyes for me. I confided in Rian about my fear and she said "fire was here first," and she lit up a cigarette.

We look so much alike, all the women in our family. The same chubby cheeks, big eyeballs and big lips that we HATED when we were younger but now of course we understand how blessed we are. We have the same thick curly hair that coincidentally we both straighten now. She calls herself "the punked out version with bigger boobs."

The first time she came to see my boyfriend's band play at this church in Philly I was so nervous. She showed up in ripped jeans and a leather jacket, smiled and said "they sound really old school, I like it!" It felt good to have her blessing. I really wish she was here right now to talk me into eating Taco Bell. In a way I wish I could go back to last March when she was living in Philly and only a train ride away, but she's happier and living her life in Portland, so I ain't mad. Just missin.