E’s Elucidation – Let the Music Play

I know, I know, it’s been far too long since I’ve posted one of these interviews but, hey, life gets in the way sometimes! Just calm down, sit back and enjoy another of E’s Elucidations…this time around, it’s all about the tunage:

WHAT IS YOUR TAKE OF THE MUSIC SCENE THESE DAYS?

E: Right now the most popular music is from the hottest teens like Sean Kingston, Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana and the Jonas Brothers.

WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE MUSICAL ARTIST?

E: Jonas Brothers

WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS?

E: “Play My Music” by the Jonas Brothers; “This is Me” by Demi Lovato; “Low” by Flo Rida.

WHAT DO YOU THINK MAKES A MUSICIAN POPULAR?

E: Their good voice and the catchy tunes they sing.

DO YOU HAVE AN MP3 PLAYER OR iPOD?

E: No, I really want one but my Mom says they are too expensive.

WHY DO YOU SUPPOSE SOME MUSICIANS HAVE EXPLICIT LYRICS IN THEIR SONGS?

E: Because they are letting their emotions out, just letting everything go.

WHY DO THEY PLAY THE SAME SONGS OVER AND OVER ON THE RADIO?

E: So people can listen. If one person listens and then they tell a friend, they might want to listen.

WHAT DO MUSICIANS WRITE SONGS ABOUT?

E: Maybe about girlfriends, boyfriends, love, having a bad day, practically anything.

WHAT MUSIC THAT YOUR MOM LISTENS TO IS YOUR FAVORITE?

E: Black Eyed Peas

ARE THERE ANY MUSICIANS YOU DON’T LIKE?

E: Yes, very many; Dixie Chicks, Barenaked Ladies, Vanessa Hudgens, and Cheetah Girls because of the way they sing.

ARE YOU A GOOD SINGER?

E: Yes, because my Mom says so.

IS YOUR MOTHER?

E: No, she doesn’t sing in tune.

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The Randomness that is My Life – a Pictorial Review, continued

Welcome back, folks. Continuing on my random pictorial ramble, I thought I’d share some photos of my beautious garden with you, behold:

Ooooo, ahhhhhh….

And some bouquets from the garden:

Yes, I love my roses. I fill my house with fresh cut flowers as often as my garden permits. To me, there’s nothing better. While we’re on the subject of gardening I’ll show you my ferns that I poached from the Pennsylvania forest. Well, from my Grandmother’s forest…so, that’s technically not poaching, correct?

Bag o’ ferns being inspected by the PA Forest Ranger’s illegal fern poaching sniffing dog. Yeah, he wishes.

And, the lovely ferns in their new home (surrounding my deck):

Oh, and please don’t take note of the stone walkway in front of the ferns because those were also poached – from the beach. Apparently, (and I just found this out) it’s illegal to remove stones from our public beach. Oops. I guess I’m just a common criminal.

And here we have my favorite spot – my wonderful deck where I sit, drink my coffee, write posts, and chat with my love (*sigh*)

Isn’t this fun? Do you feel nosey? Aw…it’s okay. I’m nosey too. And there’s still more to come, kiddos. Until next time…

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Feisty Friday

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The Randomness that is My Life – A Pictorial Review

I’ve been all over the place lately (in time, space and brain activity) so I’ve got a great deal of ‘stuff’ rolling around in my head right now. I thought I’d share just a few interesting tidbits of my life with you. I don’t typically do this but thought it would be fun to do a little “show and tell”. I’ve been carrying my camera around with me everywhere because you never know when a great photo op will present itself. The following photos are, obviously, not the result of great photo ops…just random things I decided to shoot.

Last month I decided to repaint my garage. It was a garish orange/red color and had been that way for the past, oh, 10 years. It was time for a change. So, what does a professional painter do with her time off? She paints. Ugh. I forgot to take pictures before I started scraping and priming, but you get the idea:

The upper left shows the “before” color…and the right side is the new, improved “after” color – a deep plum (it actually looks more like a deep red – but I like it all the same).

And…the finished project…complete with upper half of ‘dog body’. And, a shot of my cock rooster. He wanted to be included. He’s kinda bossy like that.

Moving right along. A few weeks ago my daughter and her friends were playing in the back yard and discovered a hole. They kept poking, prodding, digging, and eventually shoved a very long stick down this hole. They came running to me saying “The hole in the back yard is like 9 feet deep…you must come see!” So, I went to take a peek. And this is what I saw:

Hmmm…a hole. Upon further investigation with a flashlight I was able to peer into the crack enough to see that what we have here is a well. Yes, a well! Complete with flagstone walls. It looks to be in pristine condition and I’m guessing that it measures approximately 5 feet deep and 4 feet wide. Now, my daughter and her friends are extremely exited and want to excavate the well. I’m not sure this is a good idea. There are several large stones layered over the hole and I’m just afraid if one of the kids digs too deeply they will dislodge a stone and WHOOSH! into the well they’ll go. So, the excavation is on hold at the moment until I decide on a safe method of unearthing it. I think it would be cool to have it all uncovered – but what the hell am I going to do with an empty well in my backyard? Fill it with water and make a doggy pool? I think not.

Are you bored yet? Good. I’m going to keep rambling. I have a lot of pictures to share and will probably have to continue on with this randomness in another post. But now I would like to share with you the randomness that is my compulsive stock-piling-of-beauty-products (and possibly many other things, now that I think about it). Take a look-see:

Top shelf of my walk-in closet: masses of products that I have stock piled. Why? Because they were on sale and God forbid I pass up a bargain! Lower shelf: masses of t-shirts in every color imaginable. Those are just the v-neck t-shirts. I have an entire drawer full of every-color-of-the-rainbow tank tops. Yeah. Do you think I have a problem? Nah.

Alright, kids, I’m sure you’re all asleep by now. I’ll continue this ramble another time.

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Six Word Memoir Meme

Oh boy, fasten your seat belts folks because this is a BiG (and I mean BIG) step from where I was just eight months ago…as you loyal readers can attest. No more angry, bitter, annoyed, bitchy, whining 2LD (well, at least for this post). If I had been asked to do this meme just a few months ago it probably would have read: Tired of dealing, I’m giving up…or some sad, sorry sentence. But I believe in fate, and destiny and will have to admit that I do believe everything happens for a reason (yeah, I know, corny). Gosh, I’m gonna chase away all my readers with this sap. Sorry. But, things have changed around here in 2LD-dom. It seems that being terribly enamoured with someone out there in the blogosphere has changed my perspective and now I cheerfully greet the day.

First, I want to thank Trisha for tagging me and making me put my thinking cap on, whether I wanted to, or not. I love you, girl! You’re an inspiration…and you give me HOPE! And now for the rules (and as everyone knows – I will not be following them – at least on the tagging part):

• Write a six-word memoir.
• Post it to your blog including a visual illustration if you would like.
• Link to the person who tagged you in your post and to this original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the blogosphere .
• Tag 5 more blogs with links .
• Don’t forget to leave a comment in the tagged blogs with an invitation to play.
  

And now, without further ado, my six word memoir…because no matter what happens in this crazy life of mine, it comes down to this:

All I really need is love.

Marc Chagall – The Enamoured

P.S. I love you (you know who you are). Thank you for coming into my life!

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