I have been married, 13 years as of 2010. I have 3 unbelievably wonderful, amazing children. I decided to start a blog because, quite often, I seem to have a hard time shutting off my brain.
I drive my husband nuts at night because I talk and talk and talk... I figured maybe if I typed it out, instead, that my poor husband might not get such an ear full at bed.. He can read it on here if he is so inclined..
My thoughts seem to be pretty random. To most people it seems like I jump around with no rhyme or reason. There usually is a track my mind has taken from getting to point A to point Z or where ever it may stop in between!..
Anyways, I hope someone finds my Random Ramblings interesting, aside from myself. Thanks for coming by!
MiG had a really great voice. He was also one of those people that just seems to grow on you. He was born in the Philippines, and raised in Sydney, Australia.. This first video is the polished version of Baby I Love Your Way.
This is MiG singing Lola. It was pretty darn good! I was trying to find a clip of his original song for the show, but was unable to do so.... So Lola is taking its place.
Since the show, he has done a bit but not nearly as much as I would have liked to have seen from him.. This is a video from a new song of his. I LOVE this song... The woman in the video is his wife.. I think they are the cutest couple....
As I mentioned in a previous blog, we had found a dog. Well, we found his humans and gave them a call. Turns out the first person my hubby called was basically some sort of scam artist? We were prepared to give the dog, whom we were calling Dharma, back... His humans moved into a new place that don't allow dogs.. They said we could keep him. I think it is odd how things work out sometimes.. It is better that we found his previous humans.. especially since we get to keep him... We now know things about him we wouldn't know otherwise. He is up to date on his shots and we will be finding out what type of food he likes.. He has been eating what we got him, but grudgingly so... His parent's were both big shot sled racing dogs and he is 5 years old.. There are other little things as well but in addition to gaining a K9 family member, I think we may have also made some friends with his previous people.. They seem like very good people who really only wanted the best for their K9 family member, whom they called Siku... Which, by the way, we will also be calling him from now on. So, to them I would like to shout out a great big thank you and an assurance that we will take good care of him!
In 2005 INXS went on the hunt for a new lead singer for their band. They held a reality tv competition, sort of like American Idol but much better. My favorites all landed in the top 5 with one of them eventually landing in the top 2. The top 2 consisted of Marty Casey and J.D. Fortune. J.D. won, much to my dismay. From what I understand, though, they eventually booted him out of the band because of a drug addiction.. I hope he was able to clean up, I never wished him ill will despite him being one of my least favorites...
Anyways, Marty Casey had a band of his own prior to the show and after the show, made an album with it. He was offered the lead singing position for L.A. Guns and took that. They did a big tour but I don't think that they ever released an album. I am not even sure if he is still fronting for them.
On the show, he was assigned Brittany Spears' song Baby One More Time... He totally rocked it! He made it sound raw and almost dark... It was pretty awesome. Then for his original song on there he sang a rough version of Trees. The album version is a bit different, a little more polished, but every version he has sung has been good.. It is my kids favorite song of his.
The following link is to one of my other favorite songs of his called Casualty. It contains one of my favorite lines ever sang in a song or said in a poem.
"We're drifting through the questions
Swimming for the answers"
This is video of a live performance not recorded professionally.. I really like watching him perform.
Just for kicks, I am also adding his version of Baby One More Time. When he sings his mouth moves kind of weird. I don't know if it is him enunciating more than most or what...
As you can probably tell from my blog, I like color... This got me thinking.
Did you know that it has been scientifically proven that our taste buds change about every 7 years? So when you go to eat something you used to like and find that you no longer like it (or vice versa) it is probably due to the fact that you hit that 7 year mark somewhere between this time you ate whatever and last time. Of course, your sense of smell also plays a part in how you taste things, but that is not what this blog is actually about.
Color theory! It is the belief that a color can influence behavior, mood, and even action. For instance, take the color red. Red is a color of alertness and hunger. All emergency vehicles have red flashing lights and it is supposed to alert us to pull over. When you see the flashing red police car lights in your rear view mirror, you pull over... Well, most of us do anyway, there are those who run. When traffic lights turn red, it is to alert us to stop so that we don't crash into another car who has a green light. The color red (and yellow) is also supposed to illicit a feeling of hunger or a desire to eat. Take McDonald's; do you think that it is so successful because of its healthy and amazing tasting food? Probably not!
Which, by the way, I have currently been on a red kick.. Especially red and white stripes, like the old fashioned candy canes. I think if I was to paint our fence out back, I would paint the boards red and white, alternating colors. I've never been particularly drawn to red, so this is new for me.. It started around Christmas 2009 but I found myself really really drawn to red this Christmas. My client's family put a tree up for him that had a string of green lights along with a string of red lights, with little bottles of Smirnoff vodka for the decorations. HOW CUTE!! Made me wanna go out and reproduce it next year, assuming I am still in a red kick...
My main question though, is why do we have color preferences? When I was younger, I had about a 2 year purple stint. Everything I wore was purple or had purple in it.. Or some variegated shade of purple.. I even had purple jeans. Purple, purple, purple. I would have been ecstatic had the whole world been made up of shades of purple... While I still like the color purple, it is not my favorite color, by any means. I have gone through many color phases, many of which were black. The black, I wore because I was either depressed, uncomfortable with my weight or a mixture of the two. Maybe black is a "confused" color. I hate to think of it as a depressing color. I mean, there are people who are "goth" that wear lots of black, but aren't necessarily depressed, just confused... or maybe even uncomfortable. I could see black signifying confusion and discomfort. I mean, if the lights go out all of a sudden and it is pitch black, most people feel confused or uncomfortable... Those might recede a bit but until the lights come back on, there is still some of both. Try going to the bathroom in the pitch black dark. If you are like me, and don't often keep the TP on the roller thing, you can find yourself plenty confused and uncomfortable trying to find it in the dark!
But in all seriousness... Is the color theory related to our color preferences? Or, is it something else like our taste buds that change every so often due to some scientific reason. A chemical change in the body? Hormones? It is an interesting thing to ponder, in my opinion. I wonder if there has been any study done on it? I am sure that there are more pressing studies to be done before this one gets hit upon, like actual health and human nature studies... but, who knows, they have done far less impressive studies as well. I guess, we will just have to wait and see... assuming, of course that it hasn't already been done...
In 10th grade I had a science teacher, who had to have been fairly fresh out of college, who had a theory. I find myself revisiting that theory more often, as I am getting older. First of all, I didn't go to school a whole lot... The probability of hearing this story had the teacher not been cute, is nil to none. He was the teacher who always had a full class of students, even those who hardly attended school. Anyways, I digress... The theory he presented was that the higher a person's IQ, the less common sense that person would have. He had a story to prove his point, that involved his brother who had a high IQ. Apparently he couldn't figure out why, after running out of gas and putting 25 cents into the tank, he ran out of gas again... In the 20 or so years since he brought this possibility up, I have thought on it a lot and I really think he had a good point. Some of the smartest people out there, really have no clue when it comes to things that the majority of us, just get. Of course those with high IQ's can usually talk over the rest of us and seem to have a specialty of which can be quite complex and the rest of us would have no clue even to where to begin understanding... However, those same geniuses probably would not survive in a crisis that wasn't included in there specialty... In fact, when it came down to a crisis or emergency, the genius is usually the one who loses it and has to be knocked out for everyone else's sake... or sanity at least...
I figure it this way. If you are a genius, you can have a specialty that will make you enough money that you don't have to think when something comes up.. If you are of a normal range IQ, you will face situations that you have to dig your own butt out of.
BTW, a tid bit about the only other thing I really remember about that science class is when he was making keys scream on dry ice and I passed out. I was pretty far along in my pregnancy and embarrassed as all get out. He asked if I wanted to stay through the next class to recover, in a chair that was truly at the front of the class.. I declined and on my way to the office, as soon as I left his class and got into the hall, I passed out again... I was 16 and mortified. Thank heavens that period, of time, in my life is over...
I really really like my blanket. I bought it at Ross' Dress for Less, up in Spokane. I debated on whether to get it or a different one.. and ended up buying both. While I like the other, a two tone green striped one, I am really happy I didn't pass up this other one.It is kind of gaudy looking, like something you might find on a 70's hotel bedspread or curtain.. but somehow, it fits me.. What that says about me, I have no clue! It has a paisley print in oranges, greens, and mauves/reds... It is one of those really soft ones that can be folded pretty compact for travel and yet is still very warm.As I was writing this I was eating a pomegranate and dropped a seed on it.. It didn't leave any marks but I realized that even if it had, you wouldn't be able to tell anyways. It is weird to be thankful for not passing something up, maybe... but I really am grateful that I didn't!
I saw an episode of Oprah a few years ago about some belief system that was breaking out at the time. I can't actually remember what the belief system was called, but it is irrelevant to this blog post anyway. They believed that if you took a poster board and put pics of all the things you desired on it, that those things would eventually come to you. I remember this one lady said to be careful because she had a picture (of what, I can't remember) of something she wanted but there were also dogs in the picture. I don't remember if she got the thing she actually wanted but she did get the dogs, which were just sort of background additions. They said that lists can also work.
This got me to thinking about diaries. If putting things you want on a poster board or on a list, is supposed to bring them to you, then perhaps putting things that happened to you in a diary should be done with caution. I don't know about the rest of you, but I am a horrible diary keeper. I have started at least a handful of diaries with all intentions on being diligent and writing in them every night... Yea, right! That lasts a week at most before things start breaking down, and within about a month, I usually can't even find the stupid thing when I do think to write in it... And that also brings me to why I would be looking for it in the first place... In my experience, I tended to write all the negative things down and very few, if any, of the positive things down... This brings me back to the belief that a list or board of pics brings you the things you want. Nobody really wants bad things, but if you write down all the bad things that happen, is that acting like some list that brings more bad things? I don't know...
To make this blog entry even more confusing and convoluted... On the subject of Karma... I was thinking that it seems kind of disrespectful to write anything negative on any kind of paper.. Why? Because if everyone and everything is connected, then paper, which is made of trees, is connected to everyone and everything as well.. so in writing something negative, it is like throwing a negative pebble into the world with a pen/pencil (pencils too, are made with wood) and paper.. Ok, so then I thought, maybe on a computer... Which, for personal use only, might not be as bad.. However, posting it to a community site, like Facebook or something, is just as bad and maybe even more so... At least a diary, even with the negative pebble, is not reaching people to where they are actually aware of it.... But then there is a dishonesty in the diary because you are affecting the world with your negative pebble covertly... On top of disrespecting the poor trees (or whatever) that the paper was made from... I say, just don't write anything negative... lol... like I am innocent of that, myself!!!
