"If You Can Learn To Do It, I Can Learn To Do It!"

I've changed my mind. (This happens every once and a while, get used to it.)

I said from post 1, this would be a somewhat moderately useful blog in some various way, shape or form.

Not so any longer.

I'm just going to say what I want.

Hopefully you'll be able to glean something informative or at least entertaining from my ramblings.

Not like I have a large following anyway... so... more freedom for me and my brain to stretch!

Win/win.

(I WILL however, still title all my blogs with those from musicals. SURPRISE if you didn't know that before...)

"If You and I Could Disappear Into The Past..."

I've been thinking about my favorite old TV shows, particularly their iconic opening credits.
Just for kicks and giggles, here's a list of some of my favorites :)

Power Rangers

Samurai Pizza Cats

My Little Pony

Bobby's World

Wishbone

The Magic School Bus

Arthur

Gummi Bears

Duck Tales

Tale Spin

Darkwing Duck

Chip And Dale, Rescue Rangers

Goof Troop

The New Adventures of Winnie The Pooh

Pepper Ann

Captain Planet

X Men

Spiderman

Animaniacs

Tiny Toons

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Digimon

Recess

Sonic the Hedgehog

Lizzie McGuire

Phil of the Future

Even Stevens

Full House

... clearly I watched a lot of television as a child...

"Shall We All Meet in the Autumn?"

It seems like we've skipped right through Autumn as usual, and winter is setting in here in wet, cold Washington State. Rain begins to pour down, stirring up the mud and dusty grime caused by summer, and wind begins to blow the leaves of the trees, tossing them this way and that - causing the leaves to fall to the ground, creating flat, soggy piles over street drains and in hard to rake corners. (Washingtonians always got gypped as kids - leaf piles were more of a hazard than a pastime)



It's during this yearly occurrence that the memories of my childhood begin to come back to me. My neural pathways are excited by the scent of burning candles, the smell of heat radiating from a fire or even the coils of a heater. The aroma of soup bubbling from a pot on the stove top and the feel of gloves on my hands and a scarf around my neck.



In the spirit of the cold seasons, I dig my thicker socks from the back of my dresser, pull my boots out of their hiding place in the back of my closet, and I pull my winter coats in front of my sun dresses.



I love Autumn here. It's mostly rain and cold wetness that rips right through your clothes, drenches your hair, soaks your shoes AND socks, and it's completely pointless to attempt to use an umbrella, since it will just invert, be torn into smithereens, and wind up in the nearest trash can. Plus, you get used to it. I don't even get seasonal depression. In fact, I'm invigorated by the rainy season.They say we're amphibious, which is why we dry out in the summer.



Funny how what can drive some mad - Literally, mad - is so loved by others.

"It Won't Be Long, It Won't Be Long, It Won't. Because it Can't Be Long..."

It's been a few weeks since my last post. I thought it was about time to say something again.

I thought I'd share a little tidbit I learned today.

It's another definition:

Sapid

1.

Having taste or flavor, especially having a strong pleasant flavor.

2.

Agreeable to the mind; to one's liking.

Just a little something to spice up your cooking vocabulary. :)

"New York, New York!!"

Tomorrow I'm going to New York. First time. It's very exciting, I get to sing with my old college concert choir at a very fancy memorial concert. We also get to see a Broadway show! (another first for me!!)

This is the closest I have ever been to ACTUALLY having my life be a honest-to-goodness Broadway Musical.

Awesome.

Now, here are some pictures of fun stuff you'll enjoy :)

"Food, Glorious Food!"

I'm going to make a bold statement and say that something more frustrating than not getting what you want is not even knowing what you want.

The annoyance, pain, or sorrow of not getting what you want can be eased, soothed, and potentially adjusted to new wants and desires. You can learn to move on.

The worst part about not even knowing what you want is that you're stuck somewhere between contentment and craving. You know you aren't fully satisfied, but why aren't you? What is it that you want??

It's like that feeling when you know you're hungry-- in fact, you're STARVING, but you haven't a clue what for. So, you continue to be hungry, idling down row after row in Safeway hoping something jumps out at you.

THAT BEING SAID...

Might I also add the wonderful, amazing, totally unbelievably satisfying feeling of FINALLY knowing what you want.

It's very akin to a bag of Sun Chips (I like Sun Chips, so I'm using them in my illustration. You're welcome for the free advertising, Sun Chips.) falling off the shelf in front of you, and the second the bag hits the floor, you realize: "I WANT THOSE RIGHT NOW!!!"

This is followed by a hasty purchase of the product, and a pleasurable munching of a high carb snack food all the way home.

Or something like that.

"When You're the Best of Friends"

I just wanted to emphasize how important it is to maintain old friendships. It's like a breath of fresh air to converse with someone who you don't have to re-tell your whole life story to, and can help fill in the gaps of past events you've shared.

Keep your friends close.

Don't let them fade away like memories and old homework assignments.

"You've Got to Get Up, You've Got to Get Up, You've Got to Get Up This Morning."

Have you ever noticed that many experiences in life begin as those you really don't want to do at the time, but when it's over, you're always glad you did them?

It could be working out, or not eating that third Big Mac, waking up early in the morning, or working overtime to make some extra cash.

The thought that runs through your head right before beginning one of these tasks is usually a large, resounding *GROAN*

But I've come to realize it's these tasks, not the ones we look forward to, or enjoy, that we feel the most pride in. We also feel better after doing them.

They're like medicine. Humans by nature, don't seem to like things that are good for them. Laziness, irresponsibility, a love of fast food... those come naturally. It's when we discipline ourselves to accomplish the tasks requiring effort and drive that we get that feeling of satisfaction upon completion.

Funny how that works, isn't it?

"Oh They Say When You Marry In June..."

I love old adages like the one around which this song is built.

I also love the ones you'll find in nursery rhyme books, like this one:

Monday's child is fair of face,

Tuesday's child is full of grace,

Wednesday's child is full of woe,

Thursday's child has far to go,

Friday's child is loving and giving,

Saturday's child works hard for a living,

But the child who is born on the Sabbath Day

Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.

 My parents tell stories of my little sister's unexpected birthdate Sunday morning... on the way to church.

Apparently that means she's hit the jackpot.

There were no stories indicating the day of the week I was born, so I googled a what-day-of-the-week-was-I-born generator (Google has everything) and learned I was born on a Thursday.

Dangit.

"...A Hundred Thousand Things to See"

I spent a good hour on Stumbleupon today. If you've never been there, please do. It's the best waste of time ever invented. Because I find it thoroughly entertaining, here are some of the things I found today:

-- Link to entertaining story about a waitress:

http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/4fPw0z/notalwaysright.com/fighting-fire-with-fire-2/1077

-- Link to Starbucks thing-a-ma-jig:

http://zombie-dog.livejournal.com/584966.html?thread=2775302

-- Link to surprisingly addicting game:

http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/​3EtwBW/www.flaminglunchbox.net​/curvy

-- Link to hilarious cartoon:

http://calmblueoceans.com/44/


Well, there you have it. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did :)

"If I Were a Rich Man"

Such a good song.

I was recently speaking to some family friends about this song, and was informed that the original actor who played Tevye insisted on adding the third verse of the lyrics which go as follows:

If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack

To sit in the synagogue and pray.

And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall.

And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men, 

several hours every day.

That would be the sweetest thing of all.

       Apparently he felt it was important to emphasize this aspect as the most important desire of an impoverished Jewish man's longing for wealth. He felt it so strongly, I'm told, that he refused to sing the song unless it was included.

We often conjecture what we would do with a million dollars: pay off bills, go on an expensive vacation, buy a nicer car... but have you focused that desire for wealth down to it's most basic point? What do you truly desire to gain from more wealth? Once you know that, you might be surprised to find that what you seek is actually already attainable with what you already have.

(Unless you NEED to be the next Bill Gates... that may be more difficult.)

"Que Sera Sera Whatever Will Be, Will Be"

Today, a thought to ponder.

How much better would you be at some things now if you were to go back to high school than when you were actually IN high school? Would you be a better scholar? A better singer? Cheer leader? Dancer? Actor? Sports player?

Would you even be worse?

It's interesting to think just HOW MUCH education, age/maturity, and obviously life experience play a part in shaping who you are and how you look at/live your life.

Some people 'peak' in their high school years, some people swear they'd never go back.

Whichever you choose, you know you secretly have a long list of do's and don'ts for the high school you when they eventually do invent time travel.

Like never wear that outfit for your yearbook photo. Or ever.

"Willkommen Bienvenue Welcome"

Hi. To both you and myself.

This is officially my first blog post ever. Now you know and I know.

Moving on.

I think I will dedicate this blog neither to an in-depth documentation of my remedial daily activities nor to philistine personal opinions, as so many others seem to do, but instead to creations unique, discoveries utterly fascinating, and noteworthy contemplations.

And with that I give you my first posted discovery: Bombastic.

I've been studying for the GRE, which I take in about a week, and I came across this word amongst the large pile of vocabulary that composed half of the flash card deck (that's right, I got FLASH CARDS. Both fun, and educational. Win.)

Anyway, the word Bombastic essentially means "someone who uses pretentious inflated speech or writing." (See? It says so right here in Webster's Dictionary)

I know, it's not THAT complex, and many people already know what it means, but every time I read it I can't help but revel in the pure irony the word now possesses. It is it's own walking contradiction. No one can say "My word, that fellow's speech was bombastic." without being being bombastic themselves. Ha.

Yup. Still funny.