Day One... (Favorite)

This is one of those questions that people ask you all the time and is the hardest one to answer. What is your favorite movie? I have a million favorite movies but I have decided that the only way to properly answer this question is by choosing the movie I watch the most and can watch over and over and over again without getting tired of it. That movie is 'That Old Feeling.' It's a romantic comedy which is so not my kind of movie but I think it's great. I saw it for the first time years ago and instantly fell in love with it. Bette Midler stars in it which of course makes it instantly wonderful. It's hilarious, has a happy ending, and is an all around feel good movie.

...If you don't control your temper, your temper will control you...

Reflection...

So it's been a while since I've actually posted something other than those "picture challenge" things. And there's a reason for that. I don't like feeling vulnerable. I hate it. I don't like having my guard down, letting people in and seeing the real me, and giving people the opportunity to take advantage of me. So with that said, things have been interesting lately. I feel as though nothing is going right. Of course there's the money troubles which still hasn't gone away, and then there's the issue of my new living situation, and worst of all is my thoughts that keep me trapped inside my own head day in and day out. I'm trying to take a page out of Camilla's book, (click on her name and it will take you to her blog in case you've never read it. In which you should.), and have decided to try and think positively. She makes a very valid point. If you think in the negative then you will feel in the negative and everything around you will be negative. It's funny how your thoughts and emotions control the outcome of your life.  It's been difficult lately to not think that I'm regressing instead of progressing. I've been told by multiple people that I'm definitely moving forward, but it's hard for me to see it that way. I guess it's just been a really morbid and depressing week, what with going to different cemeteries and visiting most of my dead relatives (7 of them to be exact). That will take a toll on your mind and soul. Plus driving the 10hr round trip to go to one of the cemeteries then coming home to once again become stuck inside of my own head. I'm making it my mission to not only think positively, but act positively. We'll see how this goes. Maybe I need to start blogging on a regular basis again instead of only doing those picture challenges. Which, by the way, I totally enjoy and a new one is about to start up tonight or tomorrow. I hope everyone has a great week and a very Happy Easter!

Eddie, Uncle Larry, Aunt Buddy...

God is cruel...

...sometimes he makes us live.

Day Thirty... (Time of Year)

This time of year is usually when I'm making my musical transition from country to more rock/heavy metal. This year I found a new song, well new to me, that works perfectly for this transition. "That was Yesterday" by Wynonna Judd. This song is so amazing it gives me goosebumps everytime I hear it. And the story she tells before singing the song makes it that much better.


That was yesterday

"'Cause I was your woman...

...but you threw me away..."

Wynonna Judd

Day Twenty-Nine... (Childhood)

Hands down "Beat it" by Michael Jackson is the song that reminds me most of my childhood. Jason and I would play this song and "dance" to it by putting on knee length socks, running full speed through the kitchen, jump down the stairs, and slide on the family room carpet landing in a pile of pillows. These are memories that I will always treasure and never forget.

Beat it

Day Twenty-Eight... (Guilty)

The song that makes me feel guilty is "Smack my Bitch up" by Prodigy. Okay, so that doesn't exactly sound as though it's a song that would make someone feel guilty especially considering the song is techno and in no way has any downer effects to it. My ex-boyfriend/really good friend died a few years ago. He took his life when he hanged himself in the garage at his parents house. The last time I saw him was the Halloween prior to this, when we drove around blasting Prodigy, "scaring" the little kids. We ended up getting into a fight about something trivial and didn't speak. Ever again. A few months later I went by his parents' house to say Happy Birthday and try and salvage our friendship. His mom answered the door and told me about what had happened. I couldn't believe it. To this day it's still hard to comprehend, but every Halloween, I go around blasting "Smack my Bitch up" by Prodigy not only in memory of Charles, but also to remind myself that time is fleeting and you never know what tomorrow may bring.

Smack my bitch up