June 18th, 2013 – I’m alive.
18th June 2013 | everyday life | 1 comment
That is a picture of me from about ten minutes ago. I found that piece of paper from many years ago. We were driving from Portland to Seattle to see a second day of Hanson. There were some girls in the car next to us that looked like they could be Hanson fans. So I ripped out a piece of paper from a notebook, made this sign and held it up to the window.
The girls in the other car got excited and started waving and confirming that they, indeed, were on their way to see Hanson.
So I found this paper, which was from years ago, and realized that I have this horrible habit of saving pieces of paper. I save everything. Important packaging from wrapping paper, strings used to tie gifts together, ticket stubs, doodles or notes or drawings.. and I always think “this would be great to journal!”
But guess what. Let me tell you the dates of my last ten journal entries.
June 18th, 2013 (today)
June 10th, 2013 (only to lament about a coconut oil spill in my bag)
June 3rd, 2013 (because I couldn’t find my Bible study notebook)
April 22, 2013 (on a plane)
April 21, 2013 (at the Birks)
April 5th, 2013 (after reading my California journal)
February 17, 2013 (at the Worship arts retreat)
February 16, 2013 (at the Worship arts retreat)
February 15, 2013 (at the Worship arts retreat)
December 19, 2012 (to document a piece of wrapping paper and a Starbucks sticker)
TEN ENTRIES in six months. No wonder my little scrap pieces of paper tucked into everything collection is getting bad.
Then I thought about how I haven’t really blogged lately. or done anything, really.
My time at home has been spent sitting in my bathroom crying or sleeping, because I just hate calendars and phone calls and text messages and TIME. It’s killing me.
This morning I woke up at 5:30. My mom asked why I woke up so early and I said “I have no idea.” and I don’t. My body let me get four and a half hours of sleep, as if my body is worried it will sleep away valuable hours. So I read a little bit of The Summer of the Great Grandmother (this summer’s Madeleine L’Engle book) and cleaned and laid in bed, rubbing my feet together as if warmer toes were what I needed to get out of bed.
Now I have a cup of coffee in my system, warm toes, a journal entry, and this blog entry. I’d love to stay and write some more but time keeps on ticking into the future and I am going to get breakfast with Anna.
{5.6.2012} happy hanson day.
6th May 2012 | music | 0 comments
i remember the first time my mom bought me a cd. we went to target with my step-sister {who bought the allure cd, btw} and i didn’t know much about popular music. but while i was at music camp, someone told me i reminded them of taylor hanson, some boy in a band with his brothers. so i asked the guy in the electronics department if they had the hanson cd.
and this is what he gave me.
i awkwardly laughed and said “no, this is not them. they are brothers from oklahoma.” and the guy shoved the cd in my hand and went on his business. i remember staring at the front of the cd, wondering if my mom would be okay with buying me a cd of girl-boys.
lucky for me, she did.
and that was the moment i was introduced to the band that would influence my personality/life more than any other band.
today is hanson day. fifteen years ago today, middle of nowhere was released and the governor of oklahoma declared today “hanson day” in tulsa.
here’s to the hanson fans who remember albertane… and the minute the curtain dropped during “gimme some lovin.”
here’s to that first christmas with “snowed in” and every christmas since that wouldn’t be complete without “everybody knows the claus.”
here’s to the way blue, green and red will never be a random color combination.
here’s to the first time “with you in your dreams” hit close to home.
here’s to the support we have given dr. pepper over the years.
here’s to the summer we listened to “if only” a lot.
here’s to watching your favorite band have their hearts broken and feel misunderstood and wishing you could fight for them.
here’s to the underneath acoustic tour, showing us more clearly than before how talented our favorite band is.
here’s to promoting the heck out of “underneath.”
here’s to that first time you met them.
here’s to whatever happened then but i don’t remember because they didn’t come to the northwest and it made me really angry.
here’s to the walk and the walks and the early stages of TOMS… knowing that we were walking side-by-side {LITERALLY} with our favorite band, using our strength in numbers to change lives.
here’s to shout it out. the “thinkin bout something” dance. the colors. the art.
here’s to knowing every freaking “ooh” and “yeah” and “c’mon” from every freaking recording of every freaking hanson song.
and mostly, here’s to the 3 boys from tulsa who helped us become who we are today.
and finally.
here’s to another 15 years. {and another after that and that}
thank you.
thank you.
thank you.
{though i grew up thinking i was gonna marry zac, maybe you can see who is my favorite… and yes that bottom right picture is framed in my room.}
i like to live the love i sing about.
5th December 2011 | everyday life, travels | 2 comments
everybody, i want you to meet my cat princess. she belonged to some people up the street but they made her stay outside. a few years ago, in the freezing cold of winter she snuck into our house and began sleeping in our closets. they retrieved their cat once, and we urged them to please don’t make the cat stay outside in 20degree weather. two days later i opened the door to go to work and the cat walked in. she’s been with us ever since. i like to take pictures of her because i think she is pretty.
there she is on thanksgiving, because i always sneak the cats some turkey.
yesterday morning, taking up lots of space and making my bed extra-cozy.
this morning, totally living up to her name. how CUTE is she? unfair. i want to be a small furry creature with a tail!
i’m trying to figure out why it’s so hard for me to consistently blog. back in the days of myspace blogging, i blogged every other day at least. who even knows.
today i got a phone call from ernie halter, which excited me to no end. he’s driving through wisconsin so we had a great talk. ernie is this incredibly talented, driven, passionate friend of mine. earlier this year justin bieber covered one of his songs and even took his gf selena gomez to one of ernie’s shows. so now ernie has a zillion twitter followers {and he has a little check mark by his name, too} and we talked about how undifferent having a zillion twitter followers makes your life.
we talked about celebritism and fame and stuff. and it is so humbling and encouraging and great to have people in my life who deserve the sun and the moon and #1 records… but just want the opportunity to have their passion be their job. and then i remembered just how much i love ernie, because he is funny and great and a person who beams love.
then i came home and played the piano, made some coffee, opened a zillion tabs on google chrome and then guess what i did.
well sweet peas, i will tell you what i did. i booked a flight to los angeles for NEXT WEEKEND. next weekend like not this friday, but the friday after. i will rent a car and i will see all of the friendlies i love and miss so desperately. including that ernie i just wrote about.
i’ve been compiling one of those 101 in 1001 lists, to start on january 1st. but i am going to work harder on it and bust it out a little bit before; because one of the things on my list is to hold lucy and layla, @thetwinjas on twitter, and that is going to happen before the first of the year.
i took the 5 love languages assessment test online and found out that {shocker} my love language is quality time. makes complete sense. i just love people and want to be with them and near them. and next weekend, i get to have a whirlwind few days of being around so many people i love and adore.
oh and btw, when i talk about so many people i love and adore it would do me well to mention that on the list of people i will see next weekend are these boys:
yes that is hanson.
blog title taken from i like to live the love by b.b. king
31 Days of Song {6/31} – MMMBop
6th October 2011 | 31 days of song | 4 comments
** I also stole this from my wordpress.com blog. Right now I’m getting to hang out with 4 of the coolest kids I know. Tomorrow will be a new, non-stolen from my past one. **
Song #6. MMMBop by Hanson (youtube)
Every aspect of life is life changing; small decisions can alter the course of your life.. refer to the movie The Butterfly Effect. However, I believe that in our lives we have a few big moments, moments that don’t just change the course of our lives but change our identity.
In 1997, I had an encounter with someone that would change my life forever. I was in the Zone at The Salvation Army’s Camp Arnold. A boy at the table looked over at me and told me I reminded him of Taylor Hanson, to which I shrugged; I had never heard of this person. Every time they were near me, they would sing this Mmmbop song.. and when I got home I decided to buy this strange CD.
And I loved it. At some point, I acquired the Mmmbop single. My dad recently reminded me of this when he reminisced about a long drive we once took where he let me play any CD I wanted and my 12-year-old self put in the Mmmbop single. Twenty minutes into the five hour drive, my dad looked at me and asked if the CD had any other songs. I laughed, and we kept driving through the early morning, listening to Mmmbop.
I became a Hanson Fan. From what I’ve heard about the TV show LOST, it’s about a bunch of people who go through something that they share and is inexplainable to those who didn’t experience it. This is how I see living as a Hanson fan. There are few (music) fandoms I know of that take up so much of your identity. In recent times, I’d compare this to Harry Potter or Twilight. You know what I’m talking about if you have ever encountered someone who really deeply loves either of these.
However, when I was fifteen my love of Hanson started to wane from fanatical to just deep. I wish I could say the same for some of my fellow Hanson fans, but they are as infatuated with them as they were when we were twelve. Except now they have credit cards of their own, and I applaud Hanson for brilliantly using this to their advantage.
All of this to say that I owe a huge part of my identity to Hanson and their music and the song Mmmbop, although it has never been my favorite of their songs.
ps once I met Taylor Hanson!!!
oh jk ps TWICE.
{and OBVIOUSLY I was excited both times!!}
