Appreciation

In light of something somewhat traumatizing that happened yesterday, I am sitting here listening to some of my favorite music as I have a couple of beverages.

Anyone who truly knows me, knows my beverage(s) of choice, and knows my music of choice.  When I combine the two, I get carried away, slightly inebriated, and acutely impassioned.

Since discovering this young man in May 2012 (I think it was around that time! I know it was 2012!), I just cannot get enough.  Any true David Garrett fan will say it is never enough.  The avid fans in Germany have been to countless shows.  Some have traveled around the world to see his shows.

Given that I do not work, and have a limited budget, I’ve had the privilege of seeing him a total of three times.  Health issues have also put the kibosh on any international travel for me.

That in mind, I’ve come to truly appreciate his music even more than in the past.  Especially since seeing him in Toronto last year.  When I first discovered him, I was completely head over heels star struck.  HOLY COW, was I star struck, to the point that I just about stuttered when I met him.  It’s like a freight train hit me full speed.  WHAM!!!  Emotions overload.  Yes, I cried when I met him – both times.

But now I’m really listening to the music.  I allow it to take me places I’ve never imagined.  Music is my escape.  I think I may have stated this before, but it literally occupies a quarter of my soul.  My husband and children occupy one half, and my two favorite artists own the fourth quadrant.

One of these days I’ll write an entry about that second artist – maybe.  But most people who truly know me might guess.

For now, as I patiently wait for the next time I see David Garrett, I’ll continue to enjoy videos from around the world, along with a beverage or two.

 

 

 

On A Happier Note

Now that I’ve dried my tears (again), after viewing over an hour’s worth of George Michael videos, I need something which will make me cry happy tears.

I can never say enough about this man.  I used to say ‘there are no words‘.  But now I say ‘there aren’t enough words’.  There just aren’t.  His talent just ‘does it’ for me.  I’ve tried repeatedly to find distractions, to keep my mind off of him.  I’m still trying.  I think I’m making a bit of progress.  I’ve almost stopped crying over the fact that he probably isn’t coming back to my country to perform.

I leave with this – my favorite.

Shared with permission from the person who uploaded it to YouTube.

Mending A Broken Heart

I’m just now able to blog about this.  So bear with me.  It’s very difficult.

For the past ten or so years, Christmas has always been a weird holiday for me.  It just brings on an entire range of emotions for me, and I don’t know why.  But this past Christmas delivered a gigantic spike through what little Christmas spirit I have left.

When my daughter came to me saying “Mom, don’t look at social media.  Someone died.  Someone big” with huge sad eyes, almost afraid to tell me, of course I had to find out.  But before I could look, I just asked her.

I cannot tell you how broken my heart was, or how many tears spilled from my eyes when she said “George Michael” … my all time favorite male singer … since forever.

Now, as a tribute, in memory, I post this short but sweet entry, and my top three favorite George Michael songs.

 

 

 

 

George, you will be missed. 😥 ♥

DeFunky

Just a quick PSA, for those who have had their vehicles stolen.

•  Never keep your insurance cards in your vehicle.  If you have a smart phone, most insurance companies have apps where you can log in and use the app as proof of insurance if you happen to get pulled over.

• Never keep any papers/receipts in your vehicle which can identify who you are, where you live, and what credit cards you have.

• Never keep anything of value in your vehicle.  Especially medications which may cost you an arm and a leg.

• Double check to make sure your registration does not contain your address.  It’s likely the vehicle thieves will come to your house next.  They stop at nothing if they feel they have an advantage.

• If you’re lucky enough to have your vehicle recovered, insist that the police department do a thorough search for any hidden drugs and weapons the criminals may have ‘left behind’.

• Once you’ve accepted your vehicle and driven it home, immediately make an appointment to have your vehicle defunked.  People are nasty.  And I’ll leave it at that.

City Of Stars

For those who have frequent ear worms, this is mine – since I saw La La Land, the multiple 2017 Golden Globe and Oscar award winning film.  Too bad about the best picture ‘mix up’.

This is not a movie critique, or a music critique.  I’m just sharing what I’ve recently been listening to.  I don’t purchase many CDs, and even less frequently do I purchase soundtracks.  But I just could not resist this.  I literally bought the CD before I even saw the film.

So, here you go.  You are welcome.

Listen Up!

Do people even listen anymore?  Recalling some words from a person I love dearly “Don’t look. LISTEN”, I often wonder how many people actually listen.  Many people only hear what they want to hear, and miss many things, like an important message, a cry for help, or the truth.

But that’s not why I’m writing this entry.

I’d like to share something I’ve recently been made aware of.  Thanks to a recent YouTubers React video, I’ve become slightly hooked on something called ASMR – autonomous sensory meridian response.

If you’re a sensory type of person – you like certain sounds, you like to touch and/or smell things – ASMR can be quite satisfying.  For those who have sensitive ears, even if they’re sensory, ASMR can be very uncomfortable.  I know of 2 people in my immediate family who cannot stand many sounds.

Maybe because I have significant hearing loss, it doesn’t bother me.

I’ve recently discovered just how sensory I am while browsing Tumblr.  I do not recall the exact keyword I typed in the search bar, but I was suddenly presented with a lot of video clips that were tagged with the word STIM, or stimming.  ASMR is tied with stimming.  It’s very popular among those with ADHD and ASD.  It can also be therapeutic for those who suffer from anxiety and depression.

When I first heard of ASMR, this gal’s videos were the first I listened to.  But BE FOREWARNED.  If you have any misophonia tendencies, you may want to avoid ASMR all the way around.  I’m sure you don’t want to smash your iPod, or your outrageously expensive smartphone.

After listening to a few typical ASMR videos, this guy showed up in my ‘suggestions’ bar, and I wound up down the YouTube hole once again. …..

Dozens of ASMR videos later, I’ve recently purchased a load of Floam and slime.  The glue industry has experienced a massive boost in sales due to all the how to make floam videos.  But I’m not that far into it – yet.  I don’t know if I want to go that far.  There’s a question of chemical safety when it comes to making your own slime and Floam.  Do your research before you start purchasing gallons of glue and boxes of Borax.

As with anything, ‘too much’ can cause trouble.  This may very well be the case with making your own slime and floam.  Everything in moderation, and with supervision if you’re a minor.

Meanwhile, I’m off to listen to more slime ASMR videos.  It’s just one of those oddly satisfying sounds.

Down The YouTube Hole I Go

I can’t tell people how often I get sucked into the weird side of YouTube.  It’s slightly unsettling.  As a result, my poor cache now undergoes weekly cleaning.

If videos of young Colombian males having sex with donkeys (WHY is that even ALLOWED YouTube?!?!) isn’t enough for you, there’s always strange clay animation to mess you up.

I don’t know a single thing about the person who creates and uploads the odd clay animations, but some comments have me rolling my eyeballs. I, of course, had to pick the video apart, and offer my psychological point of view.  To be quite honest, I am not a psychologist, and I have no clue what I’m talking about when I make such comments.  I was tired and I had several people talking to me at once.

I just thought it would be funny to counter the common response: “CREEPY!”

Okay okay.  You got me.  Maybe, given one single aspect of the entire video (a bald naked clay person with expressionless eyes and a robot-like male voice), it could be considered creepy.

But who am I?  I just sit here all day, watching YouTube videos, writing, and staring at my beta fish while he makes bubbles in his tank – as I wait for a writing gig to come through. … some day.  Is selling fanfiction even legal?  It should be.  Especially if the author comes to an agreement with the subject (if the work is RPF).

I’m getting off track again.  I’ll blame my newly discovered … SQUIRREL!

Anyway, if you dare, check out the link above, and leave comments.  Let me know what you think of it.  And I don’t just mean “CREEPY!!!” or “I feel violated!”.  Really watch and listen to the video.  Pay attention to the words.  It might help to watch it several times.  Just watch and listen the first time.  Then close your eyes and just listen the second time around.  Think about the words.  Then go back and observe the little clay person.  Think about why it’s naked, and why it’s saying those words.

Enjoy!

WHOSE Ass?

So, on the way back from taking my oldest back to college – long ass road trip – I was quietly checking my inbox when my husband suddenly says “Where would you put a donkey?” ….

Ummmmm!!!  I can’t tell you how fast my head spun around, thinking 1. he saw an actual donkey , and I wanted to see if Shrek was standing next to him, and 2. WHOSE yard was it in?!?!?!  And it’s going to cause an accident since that yard is on the side of the interstate.

I cannot tell you how embarrassing this was because firstly, I don’t normally react like that.  You just can’t go and say DONKEY! and not expect me to react!  And then when he goes and says “So now you have a thing for donkeys?  HONEY!!!” … Time to clear my cache!  Was he creeping my YouTube history?!?!   Seriously though.  Do NOT search Colombian donkey sex.  Your computer (and the federal government) might judge you.

 

 

I’m Still A Slacker

Hey guys.

So the plague is making another round in my house.  We’ve gone through so much Kleenex, we may as well own stock in the company!  Next will be Vaseline, because my nose is cracked from wiping and blowing it so much.  If it weren’t for the fact that I’m paranoid someone will snap a picture and plaster it on Facebook, I would just wad up a few chunks of the crap, and leave them shoved up my nostrils for an hour at a time.

Meanwhile, I’m so bored out of my skull, I don’t know which website to visit anymore.  I’ve literally become an internet hobo.  Thanks, Dan.  I’m a 46 year old cougar stay at home mother with not a whole lot to do while debating about which gig I want to take.

Who is Dan?  I’m not telling.  Let’s just say he’s a cute gentle giant with sass and curls – who happens to be loved by millions of phangirls.  He and his flatmate have got my creative juices flowing, and I’ve literally cranked out 16 fanfictions within the last few months.  BAD cougar.  BAD!

I told you … I’m bored.

I still love blogging, and really want to try out vlogging.  But I don’t know where to start, and I’m afraid my camera lens might crack, or the internet will crash, or Samara will come out of the computer screen at me and swallow me whole for doing something mainly 20 and 30 somethings do.

I need some motivation.  Any suggestions?

Maybe I need to finish designing my site.

Until then…