Often, alright always, I set my alarm much earlier than I plan on getting up. I know I never have intentions of getting up when the alarm initially goes off, but I enjoy laying in bed listing to the radio for a while before I decide to finally drag myself away from my bed.
For years I have been doing this, whether Q13 when I was in Brooks, or Rock 106 when I started college. (I listen to The River now. I know, I know. Don’t start on it. I gave up on Rock 106 shortly after they started playing Nickleback as every second song. And I am too afraid to wake up to The Pussycat Dolls or The Black Eyed Peas, as you are most likely to do listening to Bee 93. I digress.)
Anyways as I lay there, I answer all of the trivia questions or listen for concert announcements, but my favourite is when they play a new band. It might be something I want to check out later. So this morning they announce that they have a new song, by a new band out of Chicago. And the radio starts playing “Hey There Delilah” by The Plain White Ts.
I sat there confused for a while. This isn’t a new song? I have been listening to this for years! This very song has gotten numerous mentions on my blog. So when I got to work this morning I checked when I had added this song to my ipod. July 10, 2005. Two years ago! 149 plays on my ipod! Was I really ahead of the music curve? Or just ahead of The River? I was told the other day, “Denise you really like music… your music.” But is my music just what everyone will want on their ipod’s two years from now? Although I should really thank Brent, he is the one that introduced me to The Plain White Ts.
This week has been slow and boring, to say the least. Short of a funny visit from one of my Ashley’s. I have been alone for the most part. Maybe I need to learn to entertain myself, or maybe I need to make new friends, or call the old ones that I have forgotten about.
It was good to see Ashley again. It is amazing how things never really change around here, and how our lives were a little more scandalous with you around. I miss mowing grass…there is nothing to mow now. Come home before too long. Be safe and smart. I worry about you.
Here’s to:
Me—the only person left on this earth who isn’t excited for the new Harry Potter movie or book.
Unexpected visitors—really, we were going grocery shopping, we weren’t trying to get rid of you. I promise!
The downhill side—a short Friday is only 1 ½ days away. Is it pay day too?
You— or not to you. What have you done for me lately?
Thanks for stopping by. With any luck, there will be more adventures to come,.
Good luck to all. God Speed.
3 comments:
OK, seriously, you need to stop typing the phrase "I digress" immediately.
In the words of Inigo Montoya: "You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means."
Digress--
--to deviate or wander away from the main topic or purpose in speaking or writing; depart from the principal line of argument, plot, study, etc.
But the point is, do you need to label the digression with the phrase "I digress"? Isn't it obvious?
It's just one of those phrases that people typically say to sound smart, when really, the exact opposite is true.
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