Twisted MixTape: So Long Songs

This is the last Twisted MixTape until the Fall. Thus, the theme is farewell/missing you. Check out the other entries in the blog hop at My Skewed View with Jen by following the link in the image below.

My Skewed View

Farewells are things that often kind of suck. Okay, they can really suck. As someone who existed in a perpetual long distance relationship for a number of years and then someone who lives far (though now much less far) from most of my family and some friends, farewells are things I am too framiliar with. On my Palliative Medicine rotation, I am partaking in some other farewells that have sad overtones of a different kind. That being said, farewells are bitter sweet, often with anticipation of a journey to come and sadness of missing people.

No wonder some great songs were written about all sorts of farewells and lonely people.

“I Don’t Know How To Say Goodbye” by Sam Phillips. If you are a semi-obsessive Gilmore Girls viewer, you may recognize this song from the show and the singer as one of the key music writers for the show. This song resonates with me because I am just plain not great at goodbyes.

“Olivianna” by JJ Heller. I really like Heller’s singer-songwriter thing. Her songs are real and this song was apparently based on someone she heard about who lost their daughter shortly after birth. It is a heartwrenching farewell that no person should have to live, but many do.

“Wish You Were Here” by Pink Floyd. The guitar alone in this song is worth a listen. The lyrics are pretty neat too. And yes, it talks about missing someone.

“I Miss You” by Blink 182. Missing you theme meet my teen angst years. This song is quite literally all about missing someone (they mention the phrase “miss you” repeatedly… In retrospect, it gets a bit annoying, but I still like the song). I like that it sings like a letter or phone call.

“So Long, Farewell” from The Sound of Music. Come on, I couldn’t do a farewell mix without closing with this delightful number. I may or may not sing it at various goodbye moments more than I probably should.

Top Ten Bookish Things I Would Like To Own

This week’s Top Ten Tuesday with the Broke and the Bookish is super fun.  It is the top ten bookish things I would like to own.

I love bookish paraphernalia. It is why I window shop at Chapters for fun and why bookstores and other nerdery engage me.

A personal library.  Yes, I know this is kind of extravagant, but it is super awesome too. I can’t wait to have a room full of shelves with a built in reading nook and all that greatness.

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A card catalogue cabinet.  I think the Dewey Decimal system is cool and loved the days back when you looked up books using the card catalogue with separate sections for the nonfiction dewey decimal books and the other for the alphabetical order authors.   Not only do I miss those days (although the internet is way more efficient, at times, but I really miss the things that held the cards.  I love those cabinets.  They have one on the set of the Big Bang Theory and I would totally have one of my own, even if the drawers are awkward to keep stuff in because of their size and depth.

Image from etsy.com.

Some really cool shelves. I can’t even narrow it down beyond that. There are just so many cool shelving options these days, from picture frame shelves to literal book shelves and novel storage cubicles in different places (like in stair cases).

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A cool e-reader cover. My e-reader cover was a gift to accompany the gift of my e-reader (guess which I opened first and got very confused). Although it is nice, I would love to get one that is either really funky or one that looks like an old book cover.

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A nice bookish canvas bag. I am torn between a few selections. One is the ever popular peacock feather Pride and Prejudice bag, but I would also settle for a nice “Nerd.” bag or one of the book saying kinds of bags. I am just far too cheap to pay for one of them at full price.

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Bookish Coffee. This is a new discovery. As in, I was searching imaging of bookish bags and then I realized that I need to try Bookish Coffee. It is a real company that probably preys on crazies like me, but still… I like books, I like coffee, therefore coffee that claims to be bookish must be great.

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Book Art. I really think books folded into things like hearts are cool (although if I had one at cat level, he would eat it). I also really think book cover art collages are kind of neat.

Image from 4rtgallery.com.

One of those quote mugs. Again, I don’t have it that narrowed down because I just don’t buy the stuff even though I like it. But, a quote from one of my favourite books on a nice mug to drink my caffeine from would be great.

Image from sarahfritzlerblog.blogspot.com.

A Literary Scarf. I am not big into book themed jewelry and am wary even of t-shirts (although I would consider wearing one), but a scarf with some nice printing of a favourite book would be pretty cool to have.

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A bookish t-shirt.  Fine.  I needed one more thing.  And I do admire them.  It would have to be a book that I stand behind loving, though.  Or something book related and fabulous.

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What bookish stuff would you want?

A Good Father Gives Good Gifts

A good father gives good gifts.

This is a concept that I don’t struggle with. At leat not the statement itself.

I was fortunate to grow up with an awesome Dad who provided for my needs and many of my wants. So, the fact that God would do that too, doesn’t stretch my imagination too far.

And yet it does.

I was talking about this with some friends from church last week and it has been coming up in the study I am doing this Lent season.

God gives good gifts. Tons and tons of them.

For some people, that alone is tough to process because they grew up in environments where that doesn’t seem plausible. Where their loved ones didn’t provide good gifts, so the concept that God would is tough to grasp.

For me, it is tough to process because that is a lot of gifts. And those gifts don’t always seem good.

The thing is, that sometimes we are so needy that we miss out on the real gifts. And we miss out on the biggest gift of all, Jesus.

In church a couple weeks ago, we were talking about how we really shouldn’t be giving God ultimatums. Because ultimatum faith is not faith at all. The concept that we will believe if we see a sign. We will believe if good things happen. That our faith is based on our day to day experience only. That can’t be the case. There needs to be trust. Our reality needs to be changed.

Realistically, there have already been signs. The whole water into wine thing… A sign that God provides the best for his people. The whole healings and miracles chunk of time, again, sign of provision, sign of who He is, etc.

Should that be enough?

I mean, there is a place for seeking signs.  It happens in the Bible.  But, in our discussion it was that people sought signs in faith that God would respond.  And it wasn’t an I’ll do this if you do that kind of sign.  It was a seeking evidence for God’s will sort of thing.  And even then, if  you get down to it, often, it was more of a confirmation because the human was doubtful than a necessity.

I am an empirical person, so I admit that it is tough for me sometimes, as I am sure some of you reading this think I am bat crazy. But, I have read around the manuscripts and the origins of the documents and have drawn conclusions that God and Jesus make sense to me.  And that those gifts are good gifts.  And that the changes in me are good gifts that couldn’t be because of me alone.

The reading I have been doing asked the question last week that also kind of followed along with something we were discussing at church.

How would the presence of God be more satisfying to you than answers from God? –Huag and Walker (2013)

Agh. That is a tough one.

I would love to say that I am super holy and that the presence of God is always satisfying without answers.

I would be lying.

Realistically, I know the statement is true. The presence of God is comfort and peace and joy, but it just isn’t simple and happy go lucky butterflies and rainbows.

Answers are tangible. They are the evidence for an empirical mind. And I want answers because I like being worldy brand happy. I want my career to be perfect, I want my family and friends to be happy and healthy, I don’t want to worry about money or housing and I want to have kids. The thing is answers aren’t always what we think they should be and answers will only satisfy me for so long.

I have been struggling with answers. It is tough sometimes to remember that an all knowing, loving God is present when you are hurting and longing for something you can’t have.

It brings me back to ultimatum faith.

Belief because I got what I wanted and acts of faith because I want something. Or disbelief because I can’t have something. That when bad stuff happens, God must be judging us and we aren’t good enough.

It just doesn’t work long term. In fact, it can get to be soul crushing.

I have been learning, especially over the last year or so about valuing the presence of God even when things aren’t going right, when I’m not happy, when things are tough and when loss happens. I have lots of gifts. More than I can ever count. More than I realize I even have. My last couple years have been emotional roller coasters.  But, I feel best in the presence of God because that is better than the stuff I have here in the long run. Sometimes the best gift is no gift at all. Just time and love.

I am striving to switch my perspective. To value the presence over the gifts all the time, not just when it is easy or when things are going terribly or awesomely. Kind of like we should enjoy time with our loved ones, not what they give us.

Presence of God is more permanent than answers. Sure, it is more fluffy sounding, but really it is more hearty.

A good father gives good gifts.

I am thankful for that. I like my gifts. But really, in order to be a good father and give good gifts, being around is key, otherwise you can’t know what to give when. You need to know who you are gifting to.

And that is why I prefer the presence of God. Even if I like the gifts.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Monument

This week’s photo challenge with the Daily Post is called “Monument.”

Monuments are pretty cool.  I like seeing the famous ones, but sometimes, it is the local and the functional that I find really fascinate me.

Maybe because I come from a costal town and maybe because I love being near the water.  Maybe because I am practical.  But, I think lighthouses are kind of cool when they are still in their natural location and still doing something.

Last Spring, Patrick and I went on a field trip to visit a tourist spot where there is a lighthouse.  We discovered it is pretty popular. It was built almost 100 years ago and a lighthouse has been on that spot for almost 150 years.  That is pretty old, especially for a lighthouse that gets hammered by wind and sometimes waves day in and out..

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Twisted MixTape – Lyrics: the meaningful, the deep and the funny

I was really excited about this week’s Twisted MixTape. The theme is “these lyrics are genius!”

My Skewed View

I adore music. I love how changes in tone and rhythm combine to produce emotion. I also love when lyrics fit with the tone and rhythm to make a perfect combination and convey a greater message. Lyrics are poetry. I usually say I don’t like poetry, but I do love music lyrics. It is like the tune make them come alive for me.

“Say Something” by A Great Big World.

This song falls into the category of speaking my innermost thoughts and feelings. I thought the song was beautiful, even though the lyrics aren’t exactly crazy complex.   It was super popular right around the time I lost Elim. I remember hearing on the radio the first day I thought there was something wrong and that my pregnancy probably wouldn’t persist and realizing that this was, in a sense exactly what I was thinking and feeling about loss and control and how I would have done just about anything to save that little ball of cells.

Say something, I’m giving up on you

I’ll be the one, if you want me to

Anywhere, I would’ve followed you

Say something, I’m giving up on you

And I am feeling so small

It was over my head

I know nothing at all

And I will stumble and fall

I’m still learning to love

Just starting to crawl

Say something, I’m giving up on you

I’m sorry that I couldn’t get to you

Anywhere, I would’ve followed you

Say something, I’m giving up on you

And I will swallow my pride

You’re the one that I love

And I’m saying goodbye

Say something, I’m giving up on you

And I’m sorry that I couldn’t get to you

And anywhere, I would have followed you

Oh-oh-oh-oh say something, I’m giving up on you

Say something, I’m giving up on you

Say something

“What If Jesus Comes Back Like That” by Colin Raye.

This song has rocked my world since I was a kid. Whenever I hear it, it makes me think about my actions and inactions and how I really should respond. It always makes me go “hmmm” and reflect on a passage from Matthew 24:40-45, “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’ Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels.  For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.’ They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’ He will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.’”

He came to town on an old freight train

He jumped off in the puring rain

Everybody says he’s insane

Just a low down account hobo

He made his bed beneath the county bridge

The town folks said that’s not his

They signed a petition they’re gonna get rid

Of that low down no count white trash

What if Jesus comes back like that

On an old freight train in a hobo hat

Will we let him in or turn our back

What if Jesus comes back like that

Hey what if Jesus comes back like that

Born with a habit of drug abuse

She couldn’t help what her mama used

It wasn’t like she got to choose

Now she’s layin’ there all alone

Got a monkey on her back

Nurses say they never saw a smile like that

Doctor says she might stand a chance

If somebody takes her home

What if Jesus comes back like that

Two months early and hooked on crack

Will we let him in or turn our back

What if Jesus comes back like that

Oh what if Jesus comes back like that

Nobody said life is fair

We’ve all got a cross to bear

When it gets a little hard to care

Just think of Jesus hanging there

He came to town on a cold dark night

A single star was his only light

The baby born that silent night

A manger for his bed

What if Jesus comes back like that

Where will he find out hearts are at

Will he let us in or turn his back

Hey what if Jesus comes back like that

Yeh what if Jesus comes back like that

Will he cry when he sees where our hearts are at

Will he let us in or turn his back

Hey what if Jesus comes back like that

Oh what if Jesus comes back like that

“In Your Eyes” by Ben Harper.

These are lyrics that make me go “whoah.” Every time I listen, I get something different out of them and I still don’t fully get what he means with each line. Nonetheless, I do like the sentiment and feel like they are poetic.

Love, I get so lost, sometimes

Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart

When I want to run away
I drive off in my car

But whichever way I choose
I come back to the place you are

And all my instincts, they return

And the grand facade, so soon will burn

Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

In your eyes

The light, the heat

I am complete

I see the doorway
to a thousand churches

The resolution of all the fruitless searches

Oh, I see the light and the heat
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es, I want to be that complete

I want to touch the light

The heat I see in your eyes

Love, I don’t like to see so much pain

So much wasted and each moment is slipping away

I get so tired, working so hard for our survival

I look to these times with you, to keep me awake and alive

And all my instincts, they return

And the grand facade, so soon will burn

Without a noise, without my pride

I reach out from the inside

In your eyes

The light and the heat

I am complete

I see the doorway to a thousand churches

And resolution of all my fruitless searches

Oh, I see the light and the heat

Yes, I want to be that complete

I want to touch the light,

The heat I see in your eyes

In your eyes

In your eyes

“Between the Cracks” by John Mark MacMillan.

All of his music seems to have fabulous lyrics. Stuff that has layers and meaning and all of that good stuff. This song is no exception. It looks at the harsh realities of our world and contrasts it with hope and really, Jesus brand hope. I love the closing lines most of all.

In the downtown ghetto streets that contour
The government housing intentions of my heart
No one notices the daisies don’t care
About gang related violence
As long as they get enough air and water and sun
They’re all just fine
Who would’ve thought it but life is finding a way
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
There’s a man down here somewhere between
The Saturday cartooons and the dirty magazines
He’s raising the dead in the graveyards
Where we’ve laid down our dreams
His name is Hope
Hope stands high on the 15th floor
On a Christmas tree perched about the ledge of a fortress
A steel that’s trying to hard to be somebody’s home
As it sees my attention from I-85 though the throws of the day
Were still writhing inside
I lifted my head as I drove home that night and knew
Everything was gonna be fine
Who would’ve thought it but life is finding a way
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
There’s a man down here not worried or afraid
That some politician forgot all the promises he made
And he’s raising the dead in the graveyards
Where we’ve laid down our dreams
His name is Hope
Can you hear him outside he’s been singing all night
He’s saying when you gonna come out from behind
These paper thin walls, your cardboard box realities
Who would’ve thought it but life is finding a way
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
There’s a man down here not worried or afraid
That some politician forgot all the promises he made
And he’s raising the dreams in the graveyards
Where we’ve laid down our dead
His name is Hope

“Skinny Genes” by Eliza Doolittle.  

Now on a much lighter note compared to the first four songs in the mix (go out on a high, I say), this is a song that always puts me in a good mood whenever I hear about it. It is basically kind of about make-up sex and is just the right level of crazy that you have to laugh just a little at the overarching message and subtext of the whistling.

I really don’t like your point of view

I know you’ll never change

Stinging me with your attitude

I’ve got the mind to walk away

I really don’t like your arrogance

Or your policies

You’re ninety-nine percent an embarrassment

Of just wrong qualities

[Chorus:]
I don’t mind it when you [whistles]

Brings out the best in me when you [whistles]

Show your expertise

When the night always ends with a fight I’m excited

When you wind up next to me

I like it when you [whistles]

Can I have some please of that [whistles]

Satisfy my needs

Sometimes I fake that I hate you and make up

And you wind up next to me

I really don’t like your skinny jeans

So take them off for me

Show me what you’ve got underneath

So we can do this properly

I really don’t like the way you smile

When you think you’re right

But I will forgive you, the yoke is in the middle

And I’m chewing through the wire

[Chorus]

I dreamt that you were on a train

And you were leaving, you were leaving

You made me think of what I’d miss

Do you believe it, you believe it

I don’t mind it when you [whistles]

Brings out the best in me when you [whistles]

Show your expertise

When the night always ends with a fight I’m excited

When you wind up next to me

I like it when you [whistles]

Can I have some please of that
[whistles]

Take off your skinny jeans

Sometimes I fake that I hate you and make up

And you wind up next to me

I dreamed that you were on a train

And you were leaving, you were leaving

Unique

The Top Ten Tuesday topic this week is the top ten unique books you have read.

Sounds cool.  Too bad I spent my evening trying to finish up my presentation for the conference I am going to in a few weeks.

Yes, I am that keen.  But, the real reason I am getting it done now is because I want my research supervisors to give me useful feedback and the only way to ensure they give me said feedback is to give them a fake deadline much before it is actually needed.

So, I spent much of my evening curled up on the couch with my laptop listening to the leak drip (yes, we still have that leak, although it has slowed) and watching television while creating a powerpoint presentation all about my research.  Which then reminds me I need to start working on my manuscript, but that is a challenge for another day.

My current “unique” is that I know a lot about current research around cancer support groups, education programs and mood scales.

In other “uniques,” the only book I could think of for the list in question was The Book Thief by Markus Zusak.  Because I LOVE death as the narrator.

I start my palliative medicine rotation tomorrow.  I am excited because I really like palliative medicine.  Also, it is the first rotation I have looked forward to since the Fall.    That makes me and it kind of unique.

The cat is unique.  He has a strange love of Q-Tips.  He carries them around and chews them and finds them a particular delicacy worth digging through the garbage for if they have ear wax on them.

I am uniqued out now.

Puffing

The first Monday of the month and the last Monday of Respirology.

Actually, I quite like Respirology. The consult service is busy, but I have legitimately learned a lot and am now less afraid to mess (constructively) with people’s puffers when they are admitted to me in the future.

I also quite like Medical Mondays. Check out other medically affiliated blogs at the link on the image below.

Since it is the second to last day of resp, I thought I would share this lovely image.

Image from pinterest.com.

I remember seeing this episode and laughing hysterically.

It is so true.

People have no clue how to use their puffers. And they think they do. And they often can’t figure out why they aren’t getting better. But it is often because something isn’t being done right. And often this is because nobody asked and nobody taught.

I know this from both sides of the hypothetical office.

I have been on puffers off and on since I was about 9. I am one of those weirdos that did not have childhood asthma in the wheezy since toddlerhood kind of ways. I developed asthma in my late kid years.

I finally gained control of my asthma when I was in my 20s.

I have CONSISTENTLY PROPERLY used my puffers never.

Okay, never isn’t a fair term. I have used them consistently and properly, but not for more than a few months at a time.

I had a puffer for the odd “chest infection” as a tween. I never had an aerochamber. We figured out how it worked by reading the instructions.

One time, I was prescribed a turbuhaler. That is a puffer that has a powder you suck in. There is no puff of aerosol. We couldn’t figure out why we couldn’t taste or see it (this is before the days of Google, boys and girls), so I took a good 20 hits of puffer before we figured it out.

Google would have shown me this… Instead of just the words on the tube. And helpful tidbits like you shouldn’t taste or see anything. Image from theasthmacenter.org.

I was first given an aerochamber at 14. By this point, my breathing issues were beyond asthma and got into this weird laryngeal spasm thing, so that not only did I wheeze, but I had stridor because I didn’t keep my airway open right any more for some reason that is still beyond me (and probably at least partly psychosomatic).

What 14 year old who audibly wheezes and hacks wants to add to her awesomeness by carrying an aerochamber everywhere?

Not this one.

So, I used it at home and no where else.

It took years of titrations, allergy shots and finally growing up enough to see the greatness of not being sick all the time to finally establish good asthma control. If I had actually used the darn puffers properly all the time, it might have been quicker. Maybe not because there was other stuff at play, but maybe.

Instead, I would take them until I felt well, then I would forget them most of the time until got a cold, which would then linger forever because my airways hated me. That is when I would start taking them properly again.

Now, I have an action plan. I have that figured out with lots of medical education, doctors orders and real experience.

I don’t always follow it. I miss days of my steroid inhaler sometimes. That usually comes back to bite me. I forget to restart my seasonal asthma/allergy medication when Spring comes (seriously, I just realized this now). My aerochamber (that I have had for an indeterminate period of time) has a crack in it (I will get a new one next time I see the doctor), so I confess, I haven’t been using it. And I also confess I never carry it with me.

So, if I, the doctor suck at managing my respiratory illness, I know that  most patients are probably kind of like me too. That being said, I think it is doable.

I mean, it is where your priorities are at…. Breathing is good. The problem is that when you feel good and a problem doesn’t flare that instant, you don’t always think (for instance, I would never skip my migraine prophylaxis because 1 or 2 missed doses and I am out for the count for a day).

What I am pointing out is that puffers are inconvenient. Moreso than taking a pill. If you have an aerochamber, they are bulky, need to be washed and don’t fit in a nice purse (especially if you are me and like to carry a book).

The directions for puffers are variable. Often, I see people who don’t understand why their directions are different from the ones on the bottle and different from their friend. They get mixed up. People don’t understand that one is to keep you well long term and another is for emergencies only.

And don’t even get me started on proper use.

One of the docs I work with said that he suspects 75% of people prescribed puffers don’t use them properly. Mind you probably 20 or 25% of those people don’t use them properly because they don’t actually need them (that is a rant for another day). I’d believe it.

Today, I saw someone grab their puffer from their bedside table and try to use it without the aerochamber with me, the resident working for the lung specialists, standing right there!

I put it together and showed her how it worked. She had never seen it used that way before. Mind you, it had a mask because this person had such bad respiratory distress taking a single deep breath and holding for 10 seconds was out of the question. But, until then, that is what the person tried to do, but couldn’t do.

Image from asthma.ca

That is why I ask how you use your puffers.

Because I don’t always do it right, but I want you to do it right. I like it when people show me up and do everything to a tea and rattle off the proper timing and dosing. But, when you don’t know, I show you.

You can’t get better if you don’t get appropriate drug.

That message is as much for me as it is the other millions of people with respiratory disease.

But seriously, if you would up here looking for advice on how to take your puffer… GO SEE YOUR DOCTOR!

Reforming my inner plant killer

I am a renowned plant killer.

This someecards card could have my face on it.  Or at least it would have up until recently.

I learned this skill from my mother who also could not keep an indoor plant alive (outdoor plants were a struggle too).

This despite my grandfather and I having a garden in our backyard where we grew vegetables (okay, mostly onions and string beans because they could grow despite the crummy soil). And despite my Mom’s Mom being able to grow anything. She would come over to fix my mother’s gardens (true story), although now Alzheimer’s has caused her to also start killing all her plants too.

When I was working at the Hospice, one of the staff always cared for the plants. She went on vacation and told two of us to water them in ho[es that one of us would do it. We both did. Whoops.

When I was in Nuc Med, we had a class Christmas cactus. It died. Cactuses die too.  In my defense, I wasn't alone in causing this death either.

So, by the time I got married, I declared my home a plant free zone.

Although, I did always want an aloe plant. I love aloe plants.

Patrick bought me this cute little flower plant my last year in med school. I somehow, despite many close calls did not kill the sucker.

We had to leave it there because we didn’t think it would survive the drive and boat ride in our very, very packed car.

So, after a year of no plants, Patrick bought me a rose plant. Because it can’t kill the cat if he chooses to chew on it (which he would). And because we can’t have aloe plants because they can kill the cat (sad face).

I told him that between the cat and I, it would die. Surely, it would.

But, here we are, a good 8 or so months later and the plant is still alive. In fact, it has grown. It hasn’t bloomed, but it has grown.

My rose plant in a new, more roomy and less leaky pot.

My rose plant in a new, more roomy and less leaky pot.

I’m evolving.

So, Patrick bought me an orchid (that is purple and beautiful and clashes terribly with our décor).IMG_0006

This brings me up to two plants.

So, yesterday, we were at Canadian Tire in the pouring rain waiting for them to fix our tire with an air leak. Turns out, there was a drill bit in it.   Anyway, it is far to rainy to walk to get coffee, so we were left wandering Canadian Tire and hoping we didn’t need to buy a new tire when I remember I wanted to get a plant for the rose bush thing because iti s still in the cheap plastic pot with pink foil around it.

So, I buy a pot. And some new soil.

And then we see the seeds and I comment that I always wanted to grow herbs.

So, what did we do?

We didn’t buy herbs.

We bought cat grass.

Yes, a plant of the cat’s freaking own.

So, this afternoon, I channeled everything I ever remember my grandmother telling me and I repotted my rose plant. And I planted the cat grass. And I remembered to give the orchid its weekly water.

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The pot of potential cat grass.

I haven’t killed the plants. And I haven’t killed the cat.

I am making progress.

And our house is becoming green.

When the weather gets better, we are seriously considering maybe growing some chives or coriander and maybe even some small vegetables or somethings delicious like that.

Maybe soon I’ll be a reformed plant killer.  It is still far too soon to tell.

Twisted MixTape: Most Played

This week’s Twisted MixTape with Jen from My Skewed View is a free for all.

My Skewed View

Win!

I was undecided as to where I was going with it and then I opened iTunes and it was organized according to the number of plays.  So, this is kind of a cop-out, but this is my top five most played songs for the last three years according to iTunes on my laptop.

“The Road” by Vocal Few.  It is actually pretty crazy this song is in the top five because I only bought the EP this song was on in August.  Clearly, I love the whole EP, but this is one of my favourites and it is cross-appointed on my running playlist, which means it gets additional play.

“Bennie and the Jets” by Elton John.  I must confess that I didn’t love this song for life.  I gained an affection for it after watching that scene from 27 Dresses where they sing it and butcher the lyrics while dancing on the bar.  I still sing the wrong lyrics.

“More Time” by Needtobreathe.  These lyrics blow my mind with the depth of meaning behind them.  They have gotten me through some pretty stressful and uncertain times and I am sure they will again.

“Mr. Medicine” by Eliza Doolittle.  I credit my discovery of this song to the Child winning the CD in a collection of CDs that most people would not have wanted and then giving me said collection for my birthday a few years ago.  Then, Patrick was going somewhere and the radio was sucking, as usual, so he popped this CD in and discovered the hilarity that is this gem.  We rock out to this song more often that is probably reasonable as a result (also, Patrick sometimes calls me Mrs. Medicine sometimes because of the song too).

“Don’t Look Back” by She & Him.  This is another song that gets more plays by virtue of also existing on the running play list.  I adore She & Him and this is just such a happy, keep moving forward song, I tend to play it for motivation for all kinds of things.

I was a bit surprised by a few of the songs and surprised others weren’t up there on this list, although they were close.

What is falling on your top 5 most played these days?  And over how long does that count span?

 

 

My new favourite morbid parody

It still isn’t Spring outside.

This week so far, the Respirology consult service I am covering has seen 11 new consults.  And, we’re following about 18 inpatients.

I have physics for the first time in weeks with the instructor who actually expects me to know stuff.  And the other resident is on vacation somewhere warm and is thus leaving me to fend for myself on my own.

To make me happy, I will share the song… The terribly morbid and kind of horrifying parody of a song I quite love.

The original song is “Do You Want To Build a Snowman?” from the movie Frozen.  

I know, there are a million parodies.  Yes, there are.  But I have only listened to a couple and  I feel like it will be tough to top this one… At least for me.

The parody is “Do You Want To Hide a Body?”  Yes.  True story.  What better to sing and laugh about on a crazy day?

I am a bit of a terrible person.

Listen to it to the very end to get the full effect of the morbid funny and epic creepy.