After installing fresh batteries in my player, I put on an old CD and soon a voice floated into the room: “Colours are what keep me alive.” This is a lyric from the song “Colours” by a British band (hence the spelling “colours”) called Hot Chip. I listened to them a lot in college. Instantly, I remembered how I felt during that time and, especially, why I fell in love with my husband.
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Last year, I decided that I want an Audi. Not just any Audi, I want an Audi A5 Cabriolet in black, preferably with black and purple rims. And, if that falls through, I will accept an Audi S5.
As summer faded away and autumn swept in, it seemed there was an online epidemic. Everyone on my Facebook feed seemed to be in a sudden panic that summer was ending and nothing major had happened to them yet. I believe this is the reason my news feed became cluttered with announcements on births, pregnancy, marriages, divorces and engagements. Right on the heels of these announcements came my other friends, most of whom are single, who announced their adoptions of a new fur baby.
Like a lot of people these days, I have started binge-watching different television shows through digital streaming services because it’s a great way to catch up on shows I missed the first time around. There have been so many quality programs produced over just the last 15 years that there’s just no way to keep up with everything. However, there’s so much available at my fingertips these days that I sometimes get overwhelmed.
I find the penny to be practically useless and believe many people must agree that it has become a public nuisance. Why else would so many places offer a receptacle near cash registers where one could “take a penny” and/or “leave a penny”?
My cell phone stopped taking pictures about six months ago. I do not have enough storage space for the camera to even come on. So, unlike most people in my generation, I have just lived without that ability.
Humor, for me, no longer comes often or in huge doses. Instead, it’s occasionally small, seemingly mundane stuff that, in hindsight, is pretty darn funny. Take the recent “great bird hunt.”
My dogs don’t do well with stairs.
Though I watch probably five cooking shows a week, cooking really isn’t my passion in life. I can cook enough to keep people fed and prevent starvation from taking hold, but it isn’t the thing I wake up in the morning longing to do. That said, there are a few things that I can make that people actually request on a repeated basis.
I’ve always been fairly laid back. Lots of things that get other people discombobulated or startled only cause me to shake my head and move on. I usually don’t get bent out of shape or turn into a screaming banshee — unless a spider is involved. I’ve learned those actions rarely get me anywhere. There are, however, some things (besides spiders) that will cause me to blow a gasket, and I almost did the other day.