The sound of music
Anyone who knows me well knows that my I savour my childhood. I also have quite an obsession with music. I couldn’t sleep last night and I started to think about my history with music.
One of my favourite memories is watching the Muppet Show, particularly the one that had Elton John as a guest star. I think I might have been five or six and it was my first introduction to music or at least, the ability to pay attention to it. I know every song Elton sang from that episode and at the end of it all I was probably more in love with him than Miss Piggy was. I’ve been a huge fan since. I could probably do a presentation on him. *Nerd Alert*
You’ve got mail!
I always wanted an aol account just so I could hear those three little words! Something about it made computers appear even more intriguing than they were during my first encounter twelve, fifteen years ago.
One way or another, it’s gonna find you, it’s gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha…or is it?
I read an article last month that garnered around 235 comments (I didn’t read all of them by the way), most of them arriving at a general consensus: a verbal annihilation of the writer, who confessed to a “karma fail” after her ex got married. In short, the ex: +1 Writer: -235
My favourite reads of the year
I was never as much of an avid reader as I am now. I remember always asking my mum the meanings of words and she always said if you want to improve your vocabulary, read.
The conflict between marriage and friendship
A couple of weeks ago I was web surfing and came upon an article on married vs. single friendship written by Demetira L Lucas. In it she posed the question: Should women in relationships have single friends?
Abstinence ili che, but…
Last year I wrote an (rather tame) article for a Fashion/Christian magazine that coincided with the uproar surrounding the ‘Sex-Ed curriculum’ debate. And since World AIDS day is just around the corner I thought it would be a good time to fish it out and perhaps be a little more honest than I was.
A car worth writing about
Last weekend my husband and I were driving to my aunt’s house, the road was a little bumpy and I found myself going “wooooooh”. The only other person who had ever made that sound when driving was my dad.
Here and Now
Test: You’re reading this right? Are you really thinking about what I’m going to write or are you thinking about something else? No? You’re thinking what the hell is she talking about? Ok…on to the post then.