Monday, September 23, 2013


How do you find new artists? I used to have a subscription to Spin magazine, listen to Pandora way more than the free 40 hours per month, and scour music blogs on the internet. Those are all good ways to discover new bands, but I've found something better. Go to shows. The openers, that's where it's at. 

A lot of times, it isn't love at first listen. When I saw Chris Cornell a couple years ago, I wanted to stab something sharp into my ear drums during his opener...because it felt like that was already happening. At the Hanson concert last week, I was transported back to 2002 with some band that sounded like Bowling for Soup mixed with a little New Found Glory and a lot of screechy, unpleasant vocals.

But sometimes, the stars align and you find a new favorite band. I first heard the Wild Feathers when I was dragged to a Drew Holcomb show with a friend. I left with a new favorite band (and it wasn't Drew Holcomb). Last Thursday night, I went to see ZZ Ward in Dallas. (Okay, I went to see the Wild Feathers, but I'd heard a few of her songs and thought she would put on a good show.) The Wild Feathers tore down the house, but I also found a new favorite in James Bay.  

His voice reminded me of my college days when I was obsessed with James Morrison. He stood on the stage, just him and his guitar, and blew me away. Plus, he was super nice...and he's not hard to look at, either.

Check him out.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Blogtember: Three months off

Prompt: If you could take three months off from your current life and do anything in the world, what would you do?

Considering it is after 7pm and I am just now getting around to writing this post, I think I need three months off from my current life. 

I would travel. Solo. I feel like, currently, technology rules my life. I work in IT. I'm constantly at a computer or on the phone. When I'm not at work, I'm on Facebook or Twitter or I'm texting friends. Three months without technology would be rough. These days, you need it for everything. Three months without my friends wouldn't be ideal, either. But I could spend those three months in cities (and countries) that are new to me. I would meet new people and I would rediscover myself. I would write. I would actually have conversations aloud.

I don't know where I would go. NYC? London? Tuscany? All three? That wouldn't matter. Just escaping the chains of technology would be enough.

And then I'd probably spend the next three months catching up on everything I missed. 

What would you do?

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Blogtember: Where I come from

Prompt: Describe where or what you come from. The people, the places, and/or the factors that make up who you are.

My mom (a texan), my big sister (born in Ft. Worth) and I moved from Flint, MI (where I was born and lived for four years) to Pontotoc, MS after my father passed away. (He grew up in Johnstown, NY and met my mother in Dallas.) We moved in with my grandmother, whom we called Gins. When Gins passed away a few months later, we just stayed. I lived there until I was 18 and moved a whopping thirty minutes away to attend college in Oxford at the University of Mississippi. I still live in Oxford. Even having lived in or just outside of Pontotoc for the majority of my life, I don't like to say I'm from there. Pontotoc is a lovely town with lovely people. I still talk to a few of them now and again. But it isn't me. It never was. Oxford is where I grew up. Where I learned who I was and who I wanted to be. Where I opened my mind and my heart and began living life.

Although I never really knew my father, he is a huge part of who I am. Obviously, I'm made up of his DNA. But from what I hear, I also have his sense of humor and killer good looks. I got my mom's temper, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. I also got her cooking skills, which is definitely a plus. My sister treated me like her baby doll when we were young. And then we hated each other for a good while during high school. Sibling rivalry. But now, she's my best friend. And she always will be.

Now, for the factors. I hate to be the one with the sob story. Yes, my father passed away when I was young. Yes, I was raised by a single mother who had to work a lot. But I have no complaints. My mother, sister, and I...we made it work as a family of three. There were ups and downs and fights and hugs, but we made it. My sister and I both graduated with honors, went to college and graduated with honors again, and began working in our respective fields. In that aspect, my mother raised two successful young women. But even more than education and career, I am successful in that I love who I am today. I'm strong. I'm vulnerable. I'm independent. I'm happy. Sometimes I'm sad. I'm always funny. I'm often sarcastic. I give great advice. I know how to love, but I don't let myself too easily.

I believe, no matter where I grew up...or how I grew up. I'd be the same person I am today. Because of the people I come from. It's all about the people.

Where/who/what do you come from?

Sunday, September 1, 2013


Well, September snuck up on me. I'm realizing that as we near the end of the year, I'm completing less of my goals. That's usually how it works. But I'm going to change that for the next four months. To help, I'm narrowing it to three goals a month.

In August, I wanted to sign up for a class. In a way, I did. But it wasn't a University class. My plan was to take Italian 101 and then actually go on the trip to Tuscany that I wanted to take last March. Soon after I set the goal, I realized that there were 6+ class days that I would be out of town. You can't take a foreign language and miss 6+ days of class. I'd be so perdu. (That means lost in Italian. Thanks Google Translate.) I also did not take my car to the car wash. My only excuse is pure laziness. I did increase my savings a bit, but I also dipped into those savings toward the end of the month. Doesn't count. I did not have my daily quiet times. But I did work toward my weight loss goal. I signed up for a fitness class that meets every Monday and Wednesday at 5:30 in the morning. I dread it before, I hate it during, but I love the feeling after. I think I'll continue my membership for September...and on.

September Goals

1. Go shopping

2. Focus on my future

3. Get fit

This might contradict last month's goal of increasing my savings, but it needs to happen. I still have so many things that I never wear or use and I need to purge them and replace them. 

I'm considering getting my MBA or possibly moving to a new city/new job. I need to do some research and find out what is best for me. Just research for now, no decisions yet.

My fitness class has helped me realize some things. First of all, that BMI scale is bullshit, because after losing 4 more pounds in August, I'm still "overweight". Secondly, even though I'm not exactly thin, I have a lot of muscle mass. There's still layers of fat over that muscle, but it's under there. Lastly, I don't want to diet. I eat healthy, but I won't diet. And you know what they say...diets make you look good in clothes; exercise makes you look good naked.

*Bonus Goal: Story of my Life's Blogtember Challenge.