Crafty Love! Road Trip

This week I’m working a ton so I can take Friday off and begin my road trip to the deep South and spend the weekend with some friends. I got a hilarious voicemail last night while I was sleeping: “Booooo! You’re not answering! I guess I’ll get over it. Oh! I keep forgetting we have an hour time difference, yo! And you’re probably trying to get some sleep so that you can get up early and stay late at work tomorrow. And the next day. And the next day. And the next day. So that you can come hang out with me on Friday. Sorry!”

I am so ready for a real change of scenery and to get the heck out of Dodge for a couple days. As much as I love a good road trip with friends, I also really enjoy traveling alone. It’s not as entertaining, but being alone with your thoughts for seven hours is pretty good meditation time. Plus, you get to listen to whatever music you choose. I enjoy feeling like I am feeding my independent, adventurous spirit. Birdy is going to be vacationing at Auntie Jenny’s house with all the animals at the zoo. Thanks, Auntie! She is in love with most people. Except small children and people on bicycles.

I found some great road trip stuff on Etsy today, so check it out!

Road Trip Chipboard Album
$25.99 by Sara Nicole Designs
I kept a travel journal when I went to Europe, and I really regret not having done so on all my other trips.

Car Litter Bag
$19 by The Mod Mobile
My friends are really kind not to mention the disastrous state my car stays in. But they all know I need one of these more than most people.

Diane Arbus Quote Fine Art Print
$30 by 3 Lambs Graphics
I love this quote and totally relate.

Postcard Passport Cover
$5 by Sugar Cane Train 808
A friend of mine collects vintage postcards, which I think is awesome. Love this passport cover.

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Random Survey

Do you have any special talents?
Oh, I have many.

Do people ever mistake you for being a different race?
Actually, yes. An ex-boyfriend always told me that I looked like an Eskimo. A friend of mine in Asheville who used to teach on the Cherokee Indian reservation said I looked like I could be related to a lot of her students. I think it must be because I have almond eyes and high cheekbones. And we do have some Cherokee in our family, but it’s very little. But genetics are funny sometimes.

Do you collect anything?
Lots of things. Music, photography, concert posters, scarves, rocks, shells, foreign currency, vases, turtle things, tree things.

Would you tattoo someone’s name on your body?
Hell no.

Do you have any friends with “benefits?”
Those are the best kind, aren’t they? *wink*

How old were you when you moved out of your parents house?
17

Who do you miss right now?
Nicholas

Are you drinking anything?
Not currently.

What is the last restaurant you ate at?
Tequila

What is your favorite fruit?
Muscadines

Do you believe “Once a cheater, always a cheater?”
No.

Do you sit on public toilet seats?
Yes, get over it.

What is a goal you would like to complete this year?
Be able to sew using a pattern.

Have you ever ran away from home?
I think I may have pretended to once.

Where were you 2 hours ago?
Sitting in this same damn chair.

Describe the shirt you are wearing?
Black V-neck, ties in back.

Do you know anyone named Bob?
I can’t think of any.

Do you take your daily vitamins?
Yep – D, B12, and Fish Oil.

Where is your most ticklish spot?
Probably my feet or my sides.

Last thing you bought from Walgreens?
Birthday cards

When did you last go swimming?
Couple years ago.

What is your greatest fear?
Losing someone I love, or becoming homeless, or living in a post-apocalyptic world like in The Road or Children of Men and not being brave enough or strong enough to do what would be necessary to survive.

When did you last hold a baby?
A few weeks ago.

If you had the opportunity to open a store, what would you sell?
All the cool crafty stuff I make! Or medical marijuana.

What did you last cook?
Nachos. If that counts.

What is your favorite piece of furniture you own?
Definitely my bed.

Where is your favorite place to eat?
I have to choose ONE? That’s BS.

What is your favorite movie theater?
I-MAX at Navy Pier in Chicago.

Do you have a favorite number?
4

Good Lyrics: I Try

I love Macy Gray. She is such a crazy freak. And this song has been a favorite of mine for years. Seems to never lose its relevancy. This is what great pop songs are made of.

I Try
by Macy Gray

Games, changes and fears
When will they go from here?
When will they stop?

I believe that fate has brought us here
And we should be together
But we’re not

I play it off but I’m dreaming of you
I’ll keep my cool but I’m fiending
I try to say goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it it’s clear
My world crumbles when you are not near
Goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it, it’s clear
My world crumbles when you are not near

I may appear to be free
But I’m just a prisoner of your love
I may seem all right and smile when you leave
But my smiles are just a front

I play it off but I’m dreaming of you
I’ll keep my cool but I’m fiending
I try to say goodbye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it it’s clear
My world crumbles when you are not near

Here is my confession
May I be your possession
Boy, I need your touch
Your love, kisses and such
With all my might I try
But this I can’t deny

I play it off but I’m dreaming of you
I’ll keep my cool but I’m fiending
I try to say good bye and I choke
I try to walk away and I stumble
Though I try to hide it it’s clear
My world crumbles when you are not near

Crafty Love! War Damn Eagle!

It really sucks that as you get older you end up with best friends who live states away, as life paths diverge. I am really missing them, whose crazy work schedule is making it harder for us to talk as often as we’d like and are used to. Thank God for texting secretly while at work and for Skype! LOL!

Back in high school, I was a marching band person. I started to say “band geek” but at my strange small town high school, being in band didn’t make you a geek, and it actually upped your cool factor in some cases. My friend says, “That’s what all former band geeks say.” LOL.

Our band contained a lot of really popular people. For example, I was in band and also Student Body Vice President. I think the reason band and popularity went hand-in-hand in some cases was because we were the kind of people who liked and accepted everyone and were not snotty. We realized that sometimes the people who are considered outcasts are the coolest people you could ever hang out with. And we marched with a lot of them and became good friends.

The Colorguard performed with the Cheerleaders at football games. (We had a signature thing called “The Butt Dance.” Which involved a lot of ass shaking. Don’t ask.) We were very serious about our band competitions and won most of the ones we competed in. Our friends who were not in band usually came along to hang out because they were so much fun. I mean, who doesn’t love road trips, costumes, cheering audiences, watermelon shaved ice, and cuddling with cute boys in bleachers? Ah, high school.

I have to admit, marching band was one of the most fun things I did in high school. It was such a rush to be out on the field, under the bright lights, before a screaming crowd. And when we won our trophies at competition, we were notorious for storming the field as the other schools waited politely behind a chain link fence. We plowed over the fence. 🙂 We devoted hours and hours to practice. We were dedicated. We did not tolerate slackers. At least, not on that field. You better fucking roll your feet, heel-toe, goddammit! Or else we’re gonna get yelled at when we have to watch the video of that game! And our section is gonna have to run laps!

And the trumpet players had the best lips. Oh, the muscular wind instrument lips. 🙂

So because I was in marching band, I went to every football game our school played, at home and away, for four years. And to this day, I understand the rules of the game very minimally. I was usually more interested in watching boys in bleachers than football. We had a spirit team that used to drive an old pick up truck around the track at time outs wearing rainbow clown wigs and rile up the crowd. I would safely say that they were the school stoners. (Our principal was great at getting everyone involved in the perfect way for them as individuals. He came up with the spirit truck just for the stoners, in fact.) It was the perfect job for them, and we loved them. There were always so many distractions. What are we doing after the game? That was all that was on anyone’s mind for the most part.

But I actually kinda enjoy watching football now, at least on the college level. I only watch college sports, really. Professional sports bore me, and I am too pissed off by how much money they’re making to take them seriously. They’re slow and lazy. College players work their asses off because they want to get a huge paycheck for being slow and lazy. But while they’re working towards it, there are so many shining moments of glory.

I really prefer college basketball and always have, BUT! This fall when I go visit my Alabama friends, I am going to go to my first SEC football game at Auburn (hopefully when they play Bama) and see what that is all about. I love a good rivalry. In high school, it was R-S Central vs. East Rutherford. College was Carolina vs. Duke. Apparently (not that I know first-hand since I am not from the deep South), the Auburn vs. Alabama rivalry is one of the fiercest.

I cannot wait to see some angry chanting and some awesome college marching bands (you see where my heart lies). Can’t wait to tail-gate while playing cornhole and drinking Southpaw. Can’t wait to get decked out in navy and orange and shout “WAR DAMN EAGLE!” And high five people at touch downs and wrap up under blankets in crispy fall air. That is sounding particularly good right now since we’ve had weeks of 95 degrees. Who am I kidding? I’m just looking forward to being able to wear a scarf! I look really cute in scarves. 🙂

So here are some Auburn colored Etsy finds I want to take with me!

Auburn University Cornhole Board
$160 by Cornhole Nation
Perfect for tail-gating!

It Takes Two Baby Scarf
$45 by Nanna’s Knittings
Auburn colored scarf to wrap up in!

Atticus Finch Is My Co-Pilot T-Shirt
$20 by Inexplicable Confetti
What I”m wearing under my scarf and over a thermal long-sleeve. The book was set in Alabama, you know.

Dreamcatcher Earrings
$180 by Kalliope Jewelry
A little bit of hippie flair to finish off my ensemble. Gotta keep it true to me, yo.

Time for Some Ladysmith

As I wrote about previously, I saw Ladysmith Black Mambazo a few months ago, and it was one of the best experiences of my life. This live footage of a performance in South Africa with Paul Simon in the 1980s is something I watch kinda frequently because it just makes me feel at ease. I love their music, but watching them perform just brings it to a new level. I love them. (Be sure to watch both parts! They’re both really good, so I couldn’t decide which one to post.) Part two contains dance steps I can actually do, and I usually dance along with it in my living room while Birdy tries to figure out why her choreography doesn’t match mine when she steps alongside me. It looks so easy, but it’s kind of a workout if you try to do it and sing at the same time. Try it, I dare you.

Gimpy Bird

We are having some doggy health issues at the moment. We spent all day Sunday at the ER vet getting x-rayed because I thought Bird had a broken toe. Apparently nothing is broken, but she does have a pulled muscle in her shoulder, so she’s been trying not to put weight on that side, and I’ve been massaging it hourly so that she can actually stand up long enough to go to the water bowl or outside to potty.

I have no idea what happened to her. Not that I make a habit of watching what she does in the back yard, but there really isn’t anything that can hurt her back there, and she hasn’t been playing with any other dogs too recently. Maybe she just jumped and landed wrong.

Last night I got up regularly when she cried to rub it and hold her. She goes as long as she can without showing weakness to the pack leader, but the pain must be too much eventually, and she knows I can make it better, so she cries. And I massage. And I cradle. And I coo and pad her with blankets and memory foam pillows. And she relaxes. When the pain begins to subside, she licks my face as if to say thank you. You can go back to bed for a while now.

Today when I got home from work she seemed to be feeling a lot better. She had no problem with the stairs today and was a little more animated. A far cry from lying immobile on her pallet of blankets and whining in pain every so often. As I write this, she actually just got up on her own to go eat. So apparently things are improving! But it has been a rough couple of days. To hear your baby cry in pain, especially when you’ve never heard that before, is quite startling.

Good Lyrics: Lose Yourself

There was a time in my life many years ago when I really identified with this song. And today I find myself again in that position. As I’ve talked about before, I like rap with a positive message. And I think this is one of the more inspirational rap songs I’ve heard and liked in the last 10 years. It’s funny how life is so cyclical. Even when you least expect it. But music is eternal. And continues to be relevant.

Lose Yourself
by Eminem

Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted in one moment
Would you capture it? Or just let it slip?

His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out
He’s choking how, everybody’s joking now
The clock’s run out, time’s up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He’s so mad, but he won’t give up that
Easy, no

He won’t have it, he knows his whole back’s to these ropes
It don’t matter, he’s dope
He knows that, but he’s broke
He’s so stagnant that he knows

When he goes back to his mobile home, that’s when it’s
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rhapsody
He better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass him

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

This soul’s escaping, through this hole that is gaping
This world is mine for the taking

Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is boring, but superstardom’s close to post mortem
It only grows harder, homey grows hotter
He blows it’s all over, these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he’s know as the Globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He’s grown farther from home, he’s no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose ’cause here goes the cold water
These hoes don’t want him no mo’, he’s cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it’s old partner, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

No more games, I’ma change what you call rage
Tear this motherfucking roof off like two dogs caged
I was playing in the beginning, the mood all changed
I been chewed up, and spit out, and booed off stage
But I kept rhyming and stepwritin’ the next cypher
Best believe somebody’s paying the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the
Fact that I can’t get by with my nine to five
And I can’t provide the right type of life for my family

‘Cause man, these Goddamn food stamps don’t buy diapers
And it’s no movie, there’s no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it’s getting even harder
Trying to feed and water
my seed, plus
Teeter totter caught up between being a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama’s screaming on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony
Has gotten me to the point, I’m like a snail
I’ve got to formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot
Success is my only motherfucking option, failure’s not

Mom, I love you, but this trailer’s got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem’s Lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not ’cause maybe the only opportunity that I got

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

You can do anything you set your mind to, man

Random Pet Peeve: 4-Way Stops

Because no one understands how they’re supposed to work. And if you do, you’re gonna get hit anyway, because the idiot to your left thinks it’s his turn, or that he can follow the car in front of him straight through without even stopping. Humans are dumb; we need stoplights.

My One Joke

So, I had possibly the worst day ever. Okay, not ever. But easily the worst day I’ve had in the last 2 years. And I really need laughs right now. So I’m gonna tell a joke. And y’all better fucking laugh or else we’re not friends anymore.

A guy walks into a bar. He sits down, and the bartender says, “Hey, man. You look terrible. You must be in the right place today.”

The guy says, “Man, I had the worst day. I have to go on this business trip, so I went to the travel agency. And the girl who was helping me was so freaking hot. I mean, hot! Perfect. Long blonde hair, big eyes, big — anyways.”

Bartender says, “Hmm, nice. You’ll have to give me the name of the agency. I may need to take a trip soon.”

The guy says, “So, it took me a minute to even get myself together enough to speak to her, because I was so nervous. I mean, I couldn’t even tell you the last time I got nervous talking to a girl. But I was sweating! And when I finally opened my mouth, do you know what came out?”

Bartender says, “Surprise me.”

“‘I’d like two tickets to Tittsburgh, please.’ I can’t believe I said that! I am such an idiot!!! And to think I had been waiting for the right time to ask for her number! Yeah, like that’s gonna happen!”

Bartender says, “Man, I know how you feel. But you know, that shit happens on occasion. Happens to the best of us. Here, I’ll give you an example. Just recently, I was sitting down to breakfast with my wife. She makes a good breakfast. Bacon and eggs, usually. And she said to me, ‘Honey, can you pass me the sugar for my oatmeal?’ And you know what I said? I said, ‘You fucking bitch! You’ve ruined my life!'”

“So, see? It could happen to anyone. Don’t feel bad. This one’s on me.”

Crafty Love! Guitar Stuff

As y’all have probably noticed, I’ve been playing a whole lot of guitar lately. I kinda go through phases with it and play nonstop for weeks, but then I burn myself out and have to stop because my fingers are blistery and in so much pain I just can’t play anymore. I really enjoy playing an instrument that I can actually use to entertain my friends and make them laugh and smile, as opposed to the classical violin and piano I played growing up. I’m just not interested in the seriousness of that anymore. There were a lot of reasons I stopped playing those instruments…I don’t have a piano anymore…I got burned out after playing violin every day for 17 years…I wanted to learn something new…I was sick of being defined as “the girl who plays violin”…I wanted to be able to play popular music and sing and try to have a voice people might actually enjoy listening to that doesn’t sound like a 13-year-old in the church choir.

Nowadays if I play violin, I mainly play Old Time Appalachian tunes that remind me of songs my great-grandpa Phin learned growing up in the mountains of North Carolina and used to sing to me when I was little. I would lay in the floor on my back in front of where he sat on the couch, and put my knees on my forehead and my feet on his knees. He would sing, “Shady grove, my little love, shady grove I say…shady grove, my little love, I’m bound to go away.” And then he would push my feet towards the TV and flip my legs back over. It was the greatest game, and he had to sing that first verse of “Shady Grove” every time before he flipped me — it was required.

Check out this cool  guitar stuff on Etsy!

5×7 Fine Art Print, Las Guitarras
$9 by Zuppaartista

Recycled Guitar String Pendants
$26 by Plucking Pendants

Handmade Picks in rosewood, ebony, bone, and horn
$29.95 by Brossard Picks
*Disclaimer: I gave my dad these picks for Christmas last year, and he loved them. He actually gave one to a covetous picking buddy, whose response was, “Gee, at least I got one thing I wanted for Christmas this year!”

Acoustic Guitar Pick-Up
$35 by Mojohound Music

Personalized Note Cards
$18 by Dean Penn and Paper

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