Tunes

So I'm sitting at work watching CMT (I know, they gave me a tv for my office, swank huh?) and I had a bit of a case of dejavu. When I was a little girl, I would wake up extra early before I had to leave for kindergarten so I could go down to the basement and watch country music videos on CMT. If I didn't get my dose of Clay Walker and Wynona Judd, I was one little grouchy six year old.

When one is asked "So what kind of music do you like?" and the response is "Oh, you know, I'll listen to anything," it's usually a lie. Not with me, though, I love discovering new tunes and finding beauty in songs that go unlistened to by many. I'll give any song an open-minded shot.

I'm a rare breed, I think, with my music taste. I don't know many 20 something white girls who can put a mix cd in and sing along with "Handy Man" by James Taylor, then switch to the next song and know every single word of "Regulators" by Warren G. I really take pride in my knowledge of music because it's something that I'm passionate about.

I was thinking about this today and realized that there is probably only a 10-15 minute span during my day that I am not listening to some sort of melodic track. I think I've actually made having music on during the day (and night) a necessity.

I hope my children are just like me in this sense.

Longing for Autumn

I've always wanted to get married in the fall (October to be exact), and still plan to (a million years from now probably). I have the whole wedding planned right down to the color of the bridesmaid dresses to where in my hometown we're going to take the outdoor pictures. Kinda gross, huh? I don't mind. I just think of it as being overly prepared.

I am tired of the heat, that's for sure. I am so very ready for the windows down, long sleeved, socks, perfect, jacket, orange, brown, yellow, red, type of weather.

I have a friend coming to town on Thursday from Austin, Texas. I met Amy when I attended a small private college in Oklahoma. She has become one of my very best friends and I can't wait to burn the town when she arrives. She's crazy and we have so much fun together. Amy recently purchased a moped which will be attached to the back of her SUV when she arrives. The thought of her pulling into my neighborhood with a small machine attached to her vehicle makes me chuckle.

Our plans consist mainly of getting lost in antique stores, going out, waking up early, going to farmers market, and driving aimlessly through the streets of Wichita, Kansas.

Wow. We sound like a couple of 70 year old besties.

Here is a picture of Amy & I during one of her visits last winter.