Shoelaces for Josie

I requested a song on the radio today. I requested it and I sent it out to a special someone who doesn’t know he’s special to me. Ironic how that works. I requested it from a radio station I used to work at. I requested it and it brought back bad memories. Gross.

It was Motorcycle Driveby for those who know how it rolls with that song.

Sort of on the same subject but totally not, My Chemical Romance is getting better. Their first releases were not really my style. I like some of their new stuff a lot better. I guess that doesn’t mean it’s good.  But, kinda yeah, it does…wow…I just referred to myself as “we” to these two old guys in the weight room. Seriously?  Seriously.

In other news, I conquered my fear of treadmills last night. The first time I tried to run on one was about two and a half years ago and I fell off the back. Ever since, I refused to even go near one. Last night, I was manning the weight room and decided I was just get in a workout. The treadmill was standing there, mocking me, and I just decided there was no time like the present to take on the world of aerobics. So I did. And I won.

Some days, these entries don’t make sense to me. I can hardly fathom how they make any sense to any one else. I’m spending the weekend in Alta watching Nick’s dog *enter super-excited pose here! - for real* and I’ve decided that over the past few months, I have gradually fallen in love with that little town. I think I would be very happy raising the children I will probably never have in that town. Yep, that pretty much sums up my life.

I’m a good American. I like being an American. I eat hotdogs sometimes, I like steak, I like freedom, I support our troops. What I am about to say is going to be the most un-American thing to ever say - just warning you.

I’m really not a huge fan of July 4th.

There. I said it. It’s out in the open and now you finally have the reason to hate me that you’ve secretly been looking for the past three years. Just kidding - but seriously.  I don’t mind the fourth. I just think it’s over-commercialized and meaningless which I guess makes it like every other holiday. On St. Paddy’s day, everybody is Irish. On Valentine’s Day, everybody is in love or pretending they are or wishing they are. On Halloween, everybody gets dressed up and either gets sick from candy or alcohol. Thanksgiving everybody watches football and eats turkey and never gives the Pilgrims or Indians a second thought. Or a first thought for that matter. I’m not even going to talk about Christmas. Maybe I’m just not a holiday person….hello, upbringing, kicking in again. Sweet.

Anyway, I digress. I’m just not a big fan of the fourth. Really, it’s just another day and I’ve never been ga-ga over fireworks. What’s the big deal. Fire in the sky. Whoop-dee-do. The sun is up in the sky every freaking day and nobody gets out their lawnchair to watch that show.

In other news, I have a lot of cake in my fridge and I don’t know what I’m going to do with it. I don’t really eat cake anymore. Maybe I’ll put one of those little boxes on my bike and a bell and ride around town and become known as Lady Cake. Rock, rock on.