7 Little Secrets

Ah, the dreaded 7 little secrets ( I can't keep Post Secret or All American Rejects "Dirty Little Secret" out of my head). A few may not actually be secrets, but here ya go:

1) I rewrite moments from everyday life into movie scense in my head, complete with background music and all. Sometimes music can make an ordinary moment extraordinary and an extraordinary moment feel just like a dream.

2) At the age of almost 25, I am still a bit iffy about the dark. Or what's in it rather. I can't say that I'm scared of it like I used to be (when I was younger I would carry my clarinet case in my right hand while walking past the barn to the bus stop in case someone were to jump out at me and I needed to hit them), but my overactive imagination definitely causes some anxiety from time to time. And yes, that includes not being able to hang my feet off the side of the bed sometimes.

3) It took me almost 24 years to find the man I would someday marry. Upon meeting though, it only took me six weeks to know :)

4) When people ask me where I live and I say Lexington, I immediately follow it with "but I'm originally from Rockcastle County." Although there is nothing wrong with being a city person, I'm a farm raised country girl who is proud of her accent and upbringing. It's my hope to go back to live in the country one day so my kids can learn to drive on backroads, go four wheeling on weekends and gain an appreciation for a clear summer night's sky full of stars like I got to.

5) I've only just recently broken my first bone, which is really a miracle in itself. I've been terribly accident prone for most of my life and I stopped counting how many sprained ankles and wrists I had once I hit middle school. But of all the things I've done (including popping several ligaments in my left ankle a few years back so badly that my then boyfriend and i were placing bets in the ER as to whether it was broken or not), it took one hammerfist to a tombstone pad in my Krav Maga class to put a fracture in my left hand. The reactions that I get from people when I tell them how it happened is usually funny, cause I"m sure they're looking at me thinking "This little girl is trying to be all badass?" but at least I can feel better whining about it considering I was punching something, lol.

6) I am probably the pickiest consumer of ice cream in the world, lol. I prefer a vanilla based mix, and hate slivers, flakes, chunks or swirls of chocolate anywhere in there. A lot of my favorites though include the chunks, so I eat the ice cream and spit the chocolate back out. Not pretty, but I can't help it. Now this is not to say that I don't like chocolate, I just prefer it to be in the form of chocolate milk, hot chocolate or a candy coating. And definitely not the dark kind.

7) Although it's a little early in the game to be talking children, I hope with all hope that our first time out we get fraternal twins of a boy and a girl. Obviously I'll be happy with whatever the real outcome is, but in my girlish fantansy, the twins are it :) I've got my fingers crossed that with twins on both my maternal grandmother's side (she had twin brothers) and paternal grandfather's side (he had twin brothers) that I've got a good shot at it.

Now to tag a few more people...

Flo (and have Brian do it to, even if it's just for me to read :) )
John

All I wanted for Christmas...

was a left handed cast? Wait, I don't remember putting that on my list.

Turns out, although the holidays were wonderful this year (spent some great time with family and it was the first for me and Justin), I got a little surprise. A few weeks ago, I tweaked my hand during my Krav Maga class. I thought that my left pinky knuckle had popped when I hit the pad, but it hurt for me to grasp anything the rest of class. One of my instructors and I thought that it was just bruised muscles or strained ligaments. No big deal.

Two weeks later, I was still unable to put full pressure on that side of my hand. Otherwise I could really do whatever I wanted so long as I didn't turn my hand at a certain angle. I was convinced however that a trip to the doctor was necessary.

I received a call Christmas Eve morning from my dr's office saying that I did indeed have a fractur in my hand and that he wanted a small cast put on it to restrict use and ensure proper healing. I had to laugh a little because of all the bad accidents I've had, it just took one bad hit on the tombstone pad to give me my first broken bone, lol. I ended up with just a partial cast on my left hand that took me from pretty much all use of the hand to having three usable fingers and showering with a plastic bag over it, haha. I told someone that evening that it was cool for the first ten minutes, then it just got annoying. It looks worse than it really is and since I'd already gone two weeks, I only have to wear this for two weeks before doing follow up xrays.

It definitely makes for some fun conversation. I've told several people it was from trying to keep Justin in line, and since my mom's finger was still all wrapped up from her surgery a few weeks ago, we got to have fun with the family Christmas pics.

Melts. My. Heart.

Justin with Miss Bailey Grace

In Rememberance

As the animals that we choose (or that choose us) to be pets often become a part of the family as much as any human, it's only natural to mourn the loss of a cherished friend when their time comes.

Sage was the first dog that lived inside our house since I was just a toddler. After Mom and Dad had to put their Dobermans to rest, there was no real emotional attachment to future pets for my Dad, and it was understandable. It's hard to lose someone that has a large presence in your every day life, whether it be human or pet. But then Sage came along, a little Mountain Cur puppy with gorgeous topaz fur and eyes to match, and stole all our hearts. Although Ginger would be added a few months later, and Storm a little over a year later, Sage was always Daddy's baby boy. He was a hunting dog, a companion, a cuddle buddy and as a lot of pets are, spoiled rotten.

I accidentally lost Sage a few years back while I was home for Christmas. One morning when leaving the house, I didn't get the door completely shut and by the time Dad woke up the door was wide open and Sage had disappeared. Dad spent three days trying to keep himself busy around the house while taking time every few hours to drive around the countryside to see if he could find him. And I felt so guilty for being responsible. Dad had printed fliers to put up in the small country store a few miles from our house in case someone were to see him, and thankfully a lady called not too long after to say that Sage had been sleeping under their car and must have gotten hungry enough to finally climb onto their porch for the food she had left out. And I know that as sad as my dad was in those three days that he thought his buddy was gone, I can't imagine what he must feel right now to know that he's not coming back.

It was pretty short notice with all of this, something that has probably just come to light in the past few months. One of those deals where when you finally realize there's something wrong it's really already too late. I'm just glad that we got the pleasure of spending three and a half loving years with Sage and that he's in a better place. Rest in peace Bubby. We'll miss you.

Under the Covers- Part 2

A second post dedicated to cover songs. I don't think the first one really came up to its full potential and since I'm in youtube mode, here ya go :)

First up is Miss Leona Lewis, this performance being pointed out to me by my lovely Flo. Seriously, she and I share youtube music like it's going out of style. This is Leona's version of Snow Patrol's "Run"



Nastasha Bedingfield is one that although I can't stand to hear "Unwritten" any more (thanks to The Hills), she has so many other songs that I love. Here is her version of Keane's "Somewhere Only We Know"



There are few people left out there who haven't heard Katy Perry's "I Kissed a Girl". This is McFly's version of the hit.


I've always had a soft spot for (most) of Eminem's stuff, the movie 8 Mile included. For some reason, I've always been drawn to the song "Lose Yourself" from that. And here's an interesting version of it from The Script


And no post concerning cover songs would ever be complete without an obligatory Me First and the Gimme Gimme's version of something- this one in particular, The Jackson 5's (or Mariah if you prefer) "I'll Be There"

A Little Bit of Life

Not that life is boring, but it's just been a little slow going recently. Which is perfect considering the summer was so fast paced, it flew by before I had a chance to turn my head and watch it go. Being lazy has become one of my more favorite past times, after my initial gumption with my etsy store wore off. Not that I don't love being creative and such, it's just that I have a habit of diving head first back into my hobbies and then getting burned out. It's okay though. I've still got two quilts that are in the works and cornwarmers to help make for Christmas presents.

Justin and I got to have our first Halloween together and our first time handing out candy at this residence. He didn't move into the house until November last year, so this was his first year too (happy anniversary to buying the house!). We had a handful of kids that stopped by, so we definitely have quite a bit of candy leftover which isn't going so well for my previously snack controlled evenings. I'd just started feeling changes in my body since being active in the Krav Maga classes for about two months now and here I am shoving chocolate into my mouth every time I walk into the kitchen. It's all about portion control, lol.

We've got to figure out when a good time is to go grocery shopping on the weekends. We started out by going on Sunday evenings and after that proved trying, started going right after noon. Were both starting to grow weary of the masses yet again, and today I said we were going to have to give midnights on Saturdays a try just to see. Should we attempt this experiment in the near future, I'll be sure to let you all in on the results. Anything to help my fellow man.

Nineteen (almost 18) more days til Twilight comes out in theaters! I can't help but feel like a 15 year old for my internal obsession with the series, and more specifically Edward Cullen, but as I re-read Twilight this past week to gear up for the movie, I found myself yet again wishing that Justin would somehow become a vampire. Sad, yes. But I do have a big imagination. And he does dazzle me, so it'd be fitting. I'm excited for my date opening night with Emmy so we can wear the bracelets she bought us (fashioned after Jacob's gift to Bella) and I'm seriously considering buying a shirt I found that quotes Edward: "You are exactly my brand of herion." I wasn't this bad about Harry Potter people, and I preordered the last four books.

Sigh. Seven o'clock and it's already been dark for an hour. Although, it does play pretty well into my being lazy past time...

How About a Cover?

As much as I love originals of songs, I also enjoy the occassional well performed cover song. I generally enjoy when the cover is a complete 180 from the original, yet still sounds awesome. The following are a few that I would recommend.

Where did these guys ever go?


Slowing things down


Karate Kid anyone?


Some classic Don Henley action


And although all performances on shows like American Idol and The X Factor would be considered covers, I have to give this one special mention because it's the only covered version of the song that I've ever heard to be just as good as the original