Coldplay

I just love Coldplay and all this spring weather makes me want to play them loud in my car with all the windows open...... here's the song I'd play... it's my fave... enjoy (if you don't know it, find it. listen to it. you'll love it too) :)

Yellow

Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And everything you do,
Yeah, they were all yellow.

I came along,
I wrote a song for you,
And all the things you do,
And it was called Yellow.

So then I took my turn,
Oh what a thing to have done,
And it was all yellow

Your skin
Oh yeah, your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
You know, you know I love you so,
You know I love you so.

I swam across,
I jumped across for you,
Oh what a thing to do.

Cos you were all yellow
I drew a line,
I drew a line for you,
Oh what a thing to do,
And it was all yellow

Your skin,
Oh yeah your skin and bones,
Turn into something beautiful,
And you know for you,
I'd bleed myself dry for you,
I'd bleed myself dry.

It's true, look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine for you,
Look how they shine.

Look at the stars,
Look how they shine for you,
And all the things that you do.

Fed up with Auto Repair Shops

What is it about Auto Mechanics and making you feel stupid? Or, maybe it is because I am a woman with not a lot of car sense. But, that said, it doesn't mean they have the right to make you feel like an idiot. I don't assume they should know everything about my job. I mean really, they come into contact with ads. newspapers, any marketing pieces that are printed. I don't expect them to know if something was printed in four color process, or three specific ink colors.

I haven't even gotten to the details of why I felt the man at tires plus made me feel stupid. But that's beside the point, I just wish that I could trust the man behind the counter who says I NEED the things done. You hear so many times that they're selling you lines all the time. I've come to the conclusion that all I'm going to get done at Branch stores are oil changes because it's quick and they're more conveniently dispersed. But, when it comes to real stuff needing to be fixed, I'm going to the little auto body that's family owned. :) That's my rant of the day.
Good bye for now!

Starting Over

So, I decided with the help of a friend that I needed to delete that first blog of mine. It kind of left me vulnerable, if you never read it, I can tell you of my faux pas at a later date. If you read it and still don't know why, well I guess that makes me not the only one to not think things through all the time. (sorry for the bad grammar, i've had a long weekend:)) ANYWAYS...

My new blog is this... Convenience v. Simplicity

I've thought about this before, but was just reminded of it the other day. How we are now so used to being able to get a hold of someone at any time of the day. I think for some, including myself at times, we have depended on cell phones all too much. I remember just 5 or 6 years ago when my friend and I used to laugh at people who had conversations in grocery stores or the mall. It was so odd to us that something was so important it couldn't wait until after the shopping was done. We used to say that if someone was talking on their cell phone in the grocery store(we worked in a festival foods bakery) they should be able to sing the Star Spangled Banner so that everyone around them could hear. I don't remember the full logic of where that idea came, but something about how both would be obnoxious to us. (and one, rather funny and maybe a bit entertaining to a bored bakery girl)
Okay, so that was a little tangent, but I'm allowed, am I not? There are no rules to blogging. :)
All that stuff to say, I do miss the logic of not feeling like I should have my cell on me all day. The thing is, if I don't have it, then I can't call anyone because everyone is in my "contact" list embedded in the phone. Since three years ago, I've barely had to memorize any phone numbers. I don't even know my sister's phone number by memory! So, I do appreciate the convenience, but honestly I miss the simlpicity of not assuming that I should always be available, and that others should as well.
Well, it's bed time for me... the clock on the wall that chirps a different bird each hour has just gone off. Good night...