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February 27, 2003

THIS is how I have always felt. So I am borrowing it as a direct quote from Wil Wheaton, my all time favorite geek.

       Music isn’t something that I just put on in the background. It is always the soundtrack to my life. http://www.wilwheaton.net/

I can bring up clearer memories when I hear an old song than when I see something. Some get a blast of memories from a certain smell, like crayons or apple pie. I get it from songs. Here are some slightly weird examples.

When I hear Will The Circle Be Unbroken I think of my grandmother that I blogged about last time. My mom told me years ago that they sang that song at her funeral. Roxanne by The Police reminds me of a girl I went to high school with, she hated that song with a passion. Even though I haven’t seen or heard from her in 20 some years, I still think of her when I hear it.   on the flip side also by The Police Every Little thing She Does Is Magic, reminds me of the first time my honey and I did the deed because he started humming it when we were done. Now there’s a good memory. Sorry for scarring your psyche kids. Tubthumping by Chumbawumba reminds me of when said husband was in Korea and I was so lonely I couldn’t stand it. I know it’s a drinking song but I love the chorus to that one.

It’s a Beautiful Day in The Neighborhood, will always reimind me of times of gentleness and safety. And today sadness.
Thursday, February 27, 2003

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The snow and ice that we got hit with this last week has really thrown me out of my routine. Being out of work for the first time in 7 years, I have been enjoying sleeping past 5am, getting on the computer as early or late as I want, and puttering around the house. It was a shock when I got up the other day and my husband was on the computer. It took a muddled minute for my brain to figure out that the street was under an inch of ice and he couldn’t get to work. So for two days I felt like I couldn’t blog. (some have a shy bladder, I have a shy weblog) I know that’s really stupid because if he wanted to read my xanga all he has to do is type indigolady into google and I’m the first one that pops up. He has read some, if not all of this, and yet it still makes me feel odd. Why should I care? I guess it’s because of all the people in the world I care more about what HE thinks than I do anyone else. After all what if he thought it was bad….well hell, I could have told you that honey.

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Brief update for those who need or want to know. Daughter who had a nervous breakdown or whatever the politically correct term is now, is doing MUCH better.  She is seeing a counseler and hopefully things will continue along this brighter path.

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My self-editing machine is broken so I need to stop this blog now before my computer self-destructs. Besides there’s absolutely nothing going on in loser land at the moment anyway. Cheers to all and have a good day!