so many words, so little time.

So, music is nice. I took a trip to Fresno this past weekend, and my sister did not like to listen to anything that my mom and I like. She put on the Dresden Doll's "Coin Operated Boy"- a song entirely about a vibrator. quality? i think not. funny? kind of, but not the 3rd time in one day. 

It was nice to see my great grandma... I think the last time I saw her was like 15 years ago, but I could be way off seeming how I just pulled that number out of nowhere, but it sounds great. I drove over 5oo miles that day, not the most I have put in though.

Next, I spent Sunday with the fam. Church was not something I participated in that day, my stomach was a little bit upset. I went to bfast with 2 of my bros and a sis- the vibrator song lover. Mimi's Cafe isn't the greatest, but I enjoyed the OJ, fresh squeezed!

(I also worked at my brothers SBUX that night... slower than my own store).

The next day, apparently a federal holiday (although I dont think that Biola would recognize it) we were supposed to have a family picnic. although we are white, that is not something we participate regularly in.  However, my dad wants to do things more as a family because he is having surgery (in respect to the cancer in his prostate) and is very nervous about making it through. But we dont need to worry. The wind spoiled that a bit, so we watched Mrs. Doubtfire in my sisters living room. haha it was even on VHS!!

So now I am here, lying around, lazily on my couch, watching American Idol rejects. Oh the lack of talent these obese Americans have. I love the fact that it is freely televised. I did clean the kitchen earlier, so I justify my mini retreat to the couch.

to end on the note I started with, I love music. I have found myself examining the lyrics of songs more and more. for a long while, I have mostly found beauty in the sound of the music, but now i am learning to love the words. Perhaps it is because I have been in the car so much lately, alone might I add. I respect musicians highly, and enjoy the fact that they make my heart so happy and my cheeks sore of smiles. Speaking of musicians... I miss Matthew. we are crazy. Am I boring alone?

ok the end.