It's been a while since we had a meme around these parts. I swiped this one from Badger.
Here are the rules:Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Try not to repeat a song title.
Are you Male or Female?
Cinderella Man
Describe Yourself:
Freewill
How Do You Feel?
Finding My Way
Where Do You Live?
Subdivisions
If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
Twilight Zone
Favorite Form Of Transportation?
Red Barchetta
Your Best Friend?
The Main Monkey Business
Describe you and your best friends:
Making Memories
Describe The Weather:
The Way the Wind Blows
Your Favorite Time of Day:
Fly By Night
If they made a TV show of your life, what would they call it?
Heart Full of Soul
What is life to you?
Mystic Rhythms
Describe an ex-relationship:
The Enemy Within
Describe your current relationship:
Closer to the Heart
Describe your job:
Kid Gloves
Your Fear?
Limelight
How would you like to die?
Between the Wheels
What is the state of your soul right now?
Workin' Them Angels
Best Advice?
Good News First
Thought Of The Day:
Something for Nothing
Motto:
Take a Friend
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
A Sneak Peek
Well, it's not really a "peek" per se, but, an update.
On the garden porn.
Did you already forget?
No pictures yet, but, I do have my tomatoes, strawberries, peppers, and zucchini planted. My garden space is HUGE and I have been having some anxiety about trying to fill it. So I bought a book called "The Complete Idiot's Guide to Gardening". And while I knew a ton already of what was in the book, the part about how to organize your garden was the thing for me.
*Deep Sigh*
I don't have to fill my garden with all sorts of things that I don't want to grow. Or eat. Or freeze. I can grow what I want! Hooray!
Ed's only input to the garden was that the rows needed to be wide enough to fit the rototiller through. Even better! That takes up a ton of space that I don't have to plant stuff!!
More tomorrow!
On the garden porn.
Did you already forget?
No pictures yet, but, I do have my tomatoes, strawberries, peppers, and zucchini planted. My garden space is HUGE and I have been having some anxiety about trying to fill it. So I bought a book called "The Complete Idiot's Guide to Gardening". And while I knew a ton already of what was in the book, the part about how to organize your garden was the thing for me.
*Deep Sigh*
I don't have to fill my garden with all sorts of things that I don't want to grow. Or eat. Or freeze. I can grow what I want! Hooray!
Ed's only input to the garden was that the rows needed to be wide enough to fit the rototiller through. Even better! That takes up a ton of space that I don't have to plant stuff!!
More tomorrow!
Monday, July 6, 2009
Garden Porn
Badger sometimes does a post of how her garden is doing. I am stealing her idea and now Amy's Annotations will have a weekly installment of "Garden Porn".
Tonight it is not happening.
I just got my plants.
I know. It's late. Shoot me.
Just stay tuned.
Tonight it is not happening.
I just got my plants.
I know. It's late. Shoot me.
Just stay tuned.
Music Monday
Last day of the rest of my life
I wish I would've known
Cause I didn't kiss my mama goodbye
I didn't tell her that I loved her and how much I care
Or thank my pops for all the talks
And all the wisdom he shared
Unaware, I just did what I always do
Everyday, the same routine
Before I skate off to school
But who knew that this day wasn't like the rest
Instead of taking a test
I took two to the chest
Call me blind, but I didn't see it coming
Everybody was running
But I couldn't hear nothing
Except gun blasts, it happened so fast
I don't really know this kid
Even though I sit by him in class
Maybe this kid was reaching out for love
Or maybe for a moment
He forgot who he was
Or maybe this kid just wanted to be hugged
Whatever it was I know it's because
We are, We are, the youth of the nation
Little Suzy, she was only twelve
She was given the world
With every chance to excel
Hang with the boys and hear the stories they tell
She might act kind of proud
But no respect for herself
She finds love in all the wrong places
The same situations
Just different faces
Changed up her pace since her daddy left her
Too bad he never told her
She deserved much better
Johnny boy always played the fool
He broke all the rules
So you would think he was cool
He was never really one of the guys
No matter how hard he tried
Often thought of suicide
It's kind of hard when you ain't got no friends
He put his life to an end
They might remember him then
You cross the line and there's no turning back
Told the world how he felt
With the sound of a gat
We are, We are the youth of the nation
Who's to blame for the lives that tragedies claim
No matter what you say
It don't take away the pain
That I feel inside, I'm tired of all the lies
Don't nobody know why
It's the blind leading the blind
I guess that's the way the story goes
Will it ever make sense
Somebody's got to know
There's got to be more to life than this
There's got to be more to everything
I thought exists
We are, We are the youth of the nation
~POD, "Youth of the Nation"
I wish I would've known
Cause I didn't kiss my mama goodbye
I didn't tell her that I loved her and how much I care
Or thank my pops for all the talks
And all the wisdom he shared
Unaware, I just did what I always do
Everyday, the same routine
Before I skate off to school
But who knew that this day wasn't like the rest
Instead of taking a test
I took two to the chest
Call me blind, but I didn't see it coming
Everybody was running
But I couldn't hear nothing
Except gun blasts, it happened so fast
I don't really know this kid
Even though I sit by him in class
Maybe this kid was reaching out for love
Or maybe for a moment
He forgot who he was
Or maybe this kid just wanted to be hugged
Whatever it was I know it's because
We are, We are, the youth of the nation
Little Suzy, she was only twelve
She was given the world
With every chance to excel
Hang with the boys and hear the stories they tell
She might act kind of proud
But no respect for herself
She finds love in all the wrong places
The same situations
Just different faces
Changed up her pace since her daddy left her
Too bad he never told her
She deserved much better
Johnny boy always played the fool
He broke all the rules
So you would think he was cool
He was never really one of the guys
No matter how hard he tried
Often thought of suicide
It's kind of hard when you ain't got no friends
He put his life to an end
They might remember him then
You cross the line and there's no turning back
Told the world how he felt
With the sound of a gat
We are, We are the youth of the nation
Who's to blame for the lives that tragedies claim
No matter what you say
It don't take away the pain
That I feel inside, I'm tired of all the lies
Don't nobody know why
It's the blind leading the blind
I guess that's the way the story goes
Will it ever make sense
Somebody's got to know
There's got to be more to life than this
There's got to be more to everything
I thought exists
We are, We are the youth of the nation
~POD, "Youth of the Nation"
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Panic
I'm feeling a tad panicked, Internets...
You see, I'm out of school for the summer. This in itself is an awesome thing. I love sleeping until 7:00 and getting MY projects done around the house. Which, by the way, has been clean for days in a row. I KNOW! Can you believe it???
Here's my panic...
I have too many projects. Seriously. I do. I'm feeling a little overwhelmed about it. I need to:
I'm feeling overwhelmed. Can you see why?
I'm supposed to have slave labor because Sal wants a cell phone. Apparently he doesn't want it bad enough because he's not beating down the door to come and work.
And then there's the overwhelming desire to do the things I want to do. Like:
You see, I'm out of school for the summer. This in itself is an awesome thing. I love sleeping until 7:00 and getting MY projects done around the house. Which, by the way, has been clean for days in a row. I KNOW! Can you believe it???
Here's my panic...
I have too many projects. Seriously. I do. I'm feeling a little overwhelmed about it. I need to:
- plant my plants in the garden.
- I need to water the plants I have.
- I have two decks to stain,
- a wood pile to stack (this wood pile? It's probably 30 feet long and over 6 feet high.),
- a back hall and guest bathroom to finish,
- an office to clean and organize,
- a stone sidewalk to take up,
- a patio to plan along with replacing the stone sidewalk I need to take up,
- lawns to mow ( a weekly chore),
- a kitchen to replace (Ed's dragging his feet),
- plus two more vacations to get ready for, and demobe from.
- AND I'm turning 40.
I'm feeling overwhelmed. Can you see why?
I'm supposed to have slave labor because Sal wants a cell phone. Apparently he doesn't want it bad enough because he's not beating down the door to come and work.
And then there's the overwhelming desire to do the things I want to do. Like:
- finish the scrap book of our Jessie pictures.
- read, read, read
- meet and have lunch with my friends
- put music on my iPod
- play in my flower beds
- sit and have a beer with my husband
And I also have this fear that my summer will turn into a work session instead of a "life". I don't want to spend my summer working 24/7. I want to enjoy it, too. And I guess that I just am having trouble with the balancing act of it all.
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