...what's a painter supposed to do...

Let me just start this out by saying this:

I'm ridiculous. Period. But these are things about myself that I'm learning and I figure "why not share?"

I'm obsessed with music. It is most of my being and what I love to be a part of. Over the past month, I've been compiling a playlist for my best friend's wedding reception and have loved it. Seriously? I get to create the soundtrack to one of the most important days in her life? Um, yes please! Even outside of just this one situation, I love making mix cd's for my friends. I love picking songs that they might not particularly listen to or have even heard of. I love placing them in an orderly fashion to generate certain emotions. Sometimes, I'm convinced that I should be one of the people who picks songs for movies. I think I would love it. Anyways, in making this specific playlist and a cd for a new friend of mine, I've discovered my favorite thing about music.

Have you ever listened to a song and were immediately transported to a different time or place? It's almost as if you close your eyes and BAM! you're boarding a plane to NYC or sitting at a bistro table with a cappucino in Paris, France. I love this feeling. A good friend of mine, Brandon Heath, has a song called "The Likes of You" that anytime I hear, this feeling overwhelms me. Almost instantaneously, I'm walking through tall grass, in a flowy sundress with long, gorgeous hair (which I don't have) accompanied by the man of my dreams (who's face isn't quite clear...damn). We're walking, sort of casually running, towards a large tree that a porch style swing is hanging from. Not a single cloud in the sky and the sun is slowly setting and there's a combination of heat and a cool breeze. Just perfect. And all we do is sit there and swing throughout the duration of the song. And just as soon as it started, its over.

Of course, I have a very active imagination, but I know someone out there can relate to just how fascinating music can be in our lives.



Moving on to another thing I find interesting about myself. I'm sure most girls understand this predicament. Body image. Yes, I'm going there. This morning, I found myself mildly content with my body, but complaining about my arms. Now, I find it just the opposite. I'm in a wedding in 2 months and 6 days. I just want to feel pretty walking down the aisle...even though the day is no where near being anything about me. I think every girl has a desire to be pretty at a wedding. Even if we're not in it, do we not worry about what we'll wear? Do we not worry about who we'll be going with? Why do we put up so much of a fuss over one day? (If you're the bride, you have every reason to. Otherwise, why?)


Now here's one thing I'm tired of. Britney Spears. Why is our media so fascinated with her. I just had the TV guide channel up trying to find something to entertain me now that Law & Order is off the air. They were talking about how Britney hit her head on a beam while walking out of a door. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Who cares? First of all, since when does the TV guide channel need programming? I only want to find something better. I'm not sticking around. Tell the host of The Bachelor to stick to being "the host of The Bachelor." Secondly, do you really think I care if she hit her head? I cut my finger today, and sure, I'm not a celebrity, but honestly, I think people care as much about my finger and her head. I just don't understand the whole ordeal. She needs to be in a metal rehabilitation program and just stay there until they've figured out what's wrong with her. I honestly do feel sorry for the girl, I'm just tired of hearing about her. We've got much more important things to worry about...such as the Invisible Children in Africa or even the Presidential elections. Bah.

Okay...stepping off my soapbox.


I think I've found a date for the wedding, and I couldn't be happier. I love introducing friends from different places to each other. I think he'll fit in just fine. But at the same time, he will always stand out.