Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Turn Table

My latest project has been going through my dad's old record collection. I packed roughly 1/16th of the collection and the record player, and took them to Fayetteville. I have conquered 1 box of records so far, but it could take some serious time to go through the entire collection... a task that I am more than willing to take due to the fact that my dad had awesome taste in music. All this to say, I wake up every morning, dancing around to "Second Hand News" by Fleetwood Mac on the original vinyl. It starts my day off right. On that note, I'd like to share the highlight reel of my vinyl discoveries:

"Second Hand News" - Fleetwood Mac
As stated before, it is impossible to sit still while listening to this tune.

"Landslide" - Fleetwood Mac
I know this sounds cliche, but it's cliche for a reason... because it's the best song of all time.

"Oh mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?"

"3 o'clock Blues" - BB King
The song that made BB King known... and it's obvious why. He may very well have the best voice in the entire world.

"Sweet Sixteen" - BB King

"The Boxer" - Simon & Garfunkel
A classic. Love the "lie-la-lie" tune.

"The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy)" - Simon & Garfunkel
This song sums up why I love Simon & Garfunkel.
"Slow down, you move too fast"

The entire record of Simon & Garfunkel's The Concert in Central Park
It's acoustic. It's live. It's Simon & Garfunkel reunited. Need I say more?

"Miles from Nowhere" - Cat Stevens

"The Wind" - Cat Stevens

"A Change is Gonna Come" - Sam Cooke
Possibly the best song ever written.

"It Ain't Me Babe" - Bob Dylan
Also performed by Johnny Cash and June Carter... but give the original a try.

"The Times They are a Changing" - Bob Dylan
Loving the harmonica in this song.

"Georgia on my Mind" - Ray Charles

As you can see, I have covered all of the Simon & Garfunkel, Bob Dylan, Cat Stevens, and Fleetwood Mac albums. Stand by for my thoughts on Elton John, Billie Joel, Don McLean, Sha na na, and more.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

We need a man around here

Having a house has its perks. I do everything that grown ups do, which I guess makes me a grown up in a sense... a reality that I continually try to ignore. On the other hand, having a house takes some getting used to. I continually lose my phone because there are so many places to set it down. I still don't know what to do with all the space. I lock myself out (see previous blog) and don't have 95 other girls to let me back in. I cook, and I clean. But let's be honest, there are just some things that girls were not designed to do. And while I must admit that Becca and I have become quite handy around the house when it comes to hanging things on the walls and re-covering kitchen chairs, there are certain household tasks that just take a little more muscle.

Exhibit A: Mowing the lawn

Who knew that you have to mow the lawn every week in the Summer? I didn't, and I certainly don't like having to be the one to do it. But while I was looking at the neighbor's yard the other day, my pride kicked in, and I just couldn't have their yard look better than ours. As a result, Becca and I took matters into our own hands. I say 'Becca and I', because it took the both of us to get the job done. Becca held the bar of the lawnmower down while I gripped the chord and pulled as hard as I could. 18 attempts later, I gave it one last pull while running in the opposite direction. Finally, it started! In the midst of our excitement, Becca and I double high-fived, resulting in Becca letting go of the bar and the lawnmower simultaneously shutting off. I immediately regretted that high-five. My upper back was hurting by the time we got the mower started for the 2nd time. Becca mowed the back yard in a circular pattern, while I opted for the corn-row effect in the front yard. Neither looked terrible... especially for rookies.

Exhibit B: Hanging a hammock

I have a hammock to hang. It has remained in our garage because I neither own a post-digger nor possess the general know-how of how to use one. And so, in our garage it remains until someone (possibly an avid reader of this blog) volunteers to dig a hole for the post and hang the hammock.

One last thing: for any potential volunteers, Becca and I will pay you with dinner, drinks, and cookies of your choice. And you can enjoy them all while laying in the hammock.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Rookie Mistake: Home Edition

It's not often that I find myself in a situation where all I can do is just sit and wonder "how. did. this. happen?" But on very special occasions, such as yesterday, even I surprise myself.

Here's the setting: It was a sunny Monday afternoon... no work... no worries... nothing to do all the live-long day. And so, I decided to lay out in my back yard and soak up some rays. I went out on my back porch in my swim suit, carrying nothing more than a towel, a glass of water, and my cell phone. The perfect setting for a 2 hour nap. After my nap, I woke up and decided that I didn't want to get baked by the sun and should probably head indoors. I drowsily stood up and walked over to the sliding door and pulled. Much to my dismay, the door didn't budge. Befuddled, I attempted to slide the door again, this time with a little more bicep. Nothing. 3 minutes later, my arms and upper back were beginning to hurt from pulling that door to no avail. So there I was... Swimsuit, towel, empty glass of water, cell phone... standing outside my empty house.

I call my roommate Becca, who currently works a big-girl job at JB Hunt and therefore, obviously could not commute home to let her idiot-roommate back inside. But I was in desperate need to let someone know my whereabouts. It was looking like I could be out there for quite some time. Meanwhile, I was expecting another friend to stop by and deliver my dresser that he had graciously loaded in his truck and transported from Little Rock. For fear of humiliation and with no access to my own house, I text him and told him that I was "out running errands." Confession: Tripp, I lied. I was not out running errands. I was out in my back yard.

Thirty minutes go by. I have checked every window on my house, and all were locked... which I suppose is a good thing in every circumstance except for this one. I go back to the door and tug one last time. Putting all pride aside, I call my sister, who is also at work. She gives me her roommate's number to call to at least bring me a t-shirt. My plan was to get some clothes, call AAA to open my car, and use my garage door opener to get into my house. The plan was genius.

After leaving 2 missed calls on my sister's roommate's phone, I moved on to other friends who live in the surrounding area who wouldn't make fun of me too much. After 3 consecutive failures, I went ahead and called AAA. They told me it would take between 30 minutes and an hour and a half. So, what they were telling me was that I had some time to sit and think about my hopeless situation. Wrapped in a towel and sitting Indian-style on my back porch, I vowed to myself to never leave my house without my keys... ever.

If all this hadn't been enough, I realized that I would have to get out of the backyard and to the front to stand by my car. Unfortunately, you cannot open our gate from the inside (which now considering it, makes absolutely no sense... wouldn't it make more sense to make it where you cannot unlock it from the outside?). But at this point, my head hurt from running various scenarios in my head. So I just went with it.

I was in survival-mode, and I knew what I had to do. And since my pride had already been crushed, I scaled that 6 foot wooden fence... barefooted, in a swimsuit, with a towel draped over my shoulders. I hoisted myself to the top of the fence and looked at the ground below me. Taking in a deep breath, I jumped. I landed like a slightly-less graceful version of a cat. FREEDOM. I looked at the fence and scoffed. Then, I looked around to make sure that none of the neighbors had been outside to see the great escape. For their sakes, I'm glad that they were indoors.

Several minutes went by, and the AAA man pulled into my driveway. The sweetest old man got out of the truck while I explained to him my desperate situation. After he had popped the lock to my car, he told me that he only lived 5 minutes away so if this were ever to happen again, I wouldn't have to wait very long. I explained my hopes of this never having to happen again. I opened my garage and told him that I was going inside to get my AAA card. He told me that it wasn't necessary. So, I got into my house and AAA didn't have to hear anything about it. God bless good people.

This is one of several stories to come covering my rookie mistakes of living on my own.