My dad always snored pretty loudly growing up and I can't imagine sleeping next to a man for the rest of my life who sounds like the motor of a 1969 El Camino. I guess you'd just have to get used to it...kind of like people who live in NYC get used to the sirens and horns blaring all night while they sleep. Falling asleep to the sound of sirens. City Love. Sounds perfect to me.
I can't imagine getting old because if I lose my hearing, I will go insane. I love music pretty much more than anything...about as much as I love the art of dance....and what would dance be without music? I hear an amazing song, and sub consciously begin choreographing to it right away. It's so exciting to put movements to such amazing sounds and I am lucky to get to give those movements to others and watch them perform my creations. Okay, I'm getting sentimental.
How would a movie be a movie if we couldn't hear the funny, sweet, or scary words or noises? How would The Wizard of Oz be The Wizard of Oz without us audibly hearing the words, "There's No Place Like Home"...I would not be whole if I didn't hear Leonardo tell Kate that he'd "Never Let Go". Plus I'm fairly certain that my heart would have never mended after a few tumultuous relationships if it weren't for John Mayer. How would we vote for our favorite American Idol?
Of course we use the majority of sound for communication purposes, but these are some sounds that I just couldn't live without...
The Beatles...enough said.
The ocean
The "I Love You's" of my family
Hymns, specifically "Amazing Grace" and "Great is Thy Faithfulness"
Laughing kids and babies
Rain
My ears better hold up for the next 60 years, because I can't see life worth living without being able to enjoy the above mentioned.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Sniff
For the sake of doing something interesting, as well as for entertainment purposes, I will be doing a 5 part series on senses. Yes class, this lesson begins today and ends....whenever I feel artistically average enough to ramble on in a not boring way. I got this idea yesterday when I couldn't smell anything because of my horrific/world's worst sinus infection EVER, which by the way has caused a 5 day headache. How do I know it is a sinus headache you ask? Let's rewind 5 years and hundreds of dollars ago to me getting a shot in my ass and being sent to get a cat scan on my brain because my idiot doctor couldn't figure out that no, it wasn't a tumor or even a migraine...but the worst case of chronic sinusitis that he had ever seen.
Anyways, I have gone many days without being able to smell. To me this is normal. I have had severe allergies and sinus issues since I was little, so I have learned to deal with it. My mother reacts to this by sighing, "Taylor you shouldn't have to live like that..." But I just roll my eyes. Then she tells me not to roll my eyes. So when I have a non-allergenic day (which is rare), I celebrate by taking it all in. I had one of these days on Friday when I got my hair cut...yes, also the day I contributed to the VIA fund (see previous post). I was walking through the Dillard's shoe section when I got a strong whiff of one of the most recognizable scents ever. A smell that takes me back to first kisses and butterflies. Curve. I assume many of you girls know it well if you ever had a boyfriend in the 1998-2004 era. I think it was a right of passage for every guy I ever came in contact with to completely cover themselves in the stuff. There was one that I swore bathed in it. Our sense of smell is more closely linked to our memories than any other sense. I can see why. At that very moment the memories came flooding in like f-ing Niagara Falls. It was so odd. I remembered an instance coming face to face with a boy (not to be named) at the door of my house in 10th grade after my mom had been diagnosed with cancer. I even remembered what t-shirt of his I slept in that he had sprayed the stuff on. I remembered burying my face in that same guy's neck 5 years later for a different reason. It was so surreal. There are places I walk into that smell exactly like my best friend from elementary school Bethany's house where I'll stop and say..."Oh weird...it smells like the Yoder's house in here." The smell of Crayola Crayons remind me of a million things, mostly just being young and loving life. The strong odor you get when you're driving into Port Aransas is SO exciting and recognizable because you've smelled it a hundred times and you know you're almost to the beach.
Some of my Favorites...
Starbucks...arguably my favorite one ever.
My Granddaddy's clothes.
Garlic
Buttercream Yankee Candles
Play-Doh. Weird, I know.
Babies
Noxema
Cigars
Cabbage Patch Dolls
I guess my point is that I am fairly happy that my sense of smell is handicapped. Otherwise I would probably be a babbling pile of tears and emotions on a daily basis. And nobody likes a crybaby.
Anyways, I have gone many days without being able to smell. To me this is normal. I have had severe allergies and sinus issues since I was little, so I have learned to deal with it. My mother reacts to this by sighing, "Taylor you shouldn't have to live like that..." But I just roll my eyes. Then she tells me not to roll my eyes. So when I have a non-allergenic day (which is rare), I celebrate by taking it all in. I had one of these days on Friday when I got my hair cut...yes, also the day I contributed to the VIA fund (see previous post). I was walking through the Dillard's shoe section when I got a strong whiff of one of the most recognizable scents ever. A smell that takes me back to first kisses and butterflies. Curve. I assume many of you girls know it well if you ever had a boyfriend in the 1998-2004 era. I think it was a right of passage for every guy I ever came in contact with to completely cover themselves in the stuff. There was one that I swore bathed in it. Our sense of smell is more closely linked to our memories than any other sense. I can see why. At that very moment the memories came flooding in like f-ing Niagara Falls. It was so odd. I remembered an instance coming face to face with a boy (not to be named) at the door of my house in 10th grade after my mom had been diagnosed with cancer. I even remembered what t-shirt of his I slept in that he had sprayed the stuff on. I remembered burying my face in that same guy's neck 5 years later for a different reason. It was so surreal. There are places I walk into that smell exactly like my best friend from elementary school Bethany's house where I'll stop and say..."Oh weird...it smells like the Yoder's house in here." The smell of Crayola Crayons remind me of a million things, mostly just being young and loving life. The strong odor you get when you're driving into Port Aransas is SO exciting and recognizable because you've smelled it a hundred times and you know you're almost to the beach.
Some of my Favorites...
Starbucks...arguably my favorite one ever.
My Granddaddy's clothes.
Garlic
Buttercream Yankee Candles
Play-Doh. Weird, I know.
Babies
Noxema
Cigars
Cabbage Patch Dolls
I guess my point is that I am fairly happy that my sense of smell is handicapped. Otherwise I would probably be a babbling pile of tears and emotions on a daily basis. And nobody likes a crybaby.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
It Could Always Be Worse...
Why can't people just leave me alone? I absolutely cannot stand when I am approached by random men (or in some cases women) who want money when I am by myself. It's uncomfortable, weird, and it really disturbs me for some reason. When I'm with someone else I don't mind so much because I don't feel threatened, but there's something so violating about advancing on a 24 year old girl by herself. Today I stopped by my hairdresser's to get my bangs cut, and as I was leaving I saw a forty-something man with a Spurs shirt on. We made eye contact...and sure enough, he walks right up to me and says, "hi mija".
You know, generally I am a very pleasant person, but in this case I was just annoyed that he called me "mija" without even knowing me. Plus, I have a horrible headache behind my right eye that has been there for 3 days and it just puts me in a bad mood. Of course I answered back "hello" politely, but didn't stop walking. He followed me quickly, then asked if I could by any chance spare eighty cents. Uhhhh...No one has ever asked for a specific amount in change before so it peaked my curiosity. After looking around and realizing that he probably couldn't kidnap me without me making a huge fuss in front of the other 100 mall patrons, I stopped and asked him (pretty directly) what he needed the eighty cents for. He answered, "well, um you see, my woman left me here and took my car, so I gotta catch the Via." I laughed, then realized that he was probably telling me the truth. I grabbed for my wallet and started to pull out a couple dollars when I asked him why on earth his "woman" would leave him stranded in the mall. His response: Priceless.
"Cause she was all mad that I wouldn't buy her an Easter present."
Redemption. The guy deserved the eighty cents. Plus a dollar so he could grab a drink or a cheeseburger. Before I walked away I said, "Well good luck sir, and tell your woman that she doesn't need anything for Easter...we're in a recession."
You know, generally I am a very pleasant person, but in this case I was just annoyed that he called me "mija" without even knowing me. Plus, I have a horrible headache behind my right eye that has been there for 3 days and it just puts me in a bad mood. Of course I answered back "hello" politely, but didn't stop walking. He followed me quickly, then asked if I could by any chance spare eighty cents. Uhhhh...No one has ever asked for a specific amount in change before so it peaked my curiosity. After looking around and realizing that he probably couldn't kidnap me without me making a huge fuss in front of the other 100 mall patrons, I stopped and asked him (pretty directly) what he needed the eighty cents for. He answered, "well, um you see, my woman left me here and took my car, so I gotta catch the Via." I laughed, then realized that he was probably telling me the truth. I grabbed for my wallet and started to pull out a couple dollars when I asked him why on earth his "woman" would leave him stranded in the mall. His response: Priceless.
"Cause she was all mad that I wouldn't buy her an Easter present."
Redemption. The guy deserved the eighty cents. Plus a dollar so he could grab a drink or a cheeseburger. Before I walked away I said, "Well good luck sir, and tell your woman that she doesn't need anything for Easter...we're in a recession."
Monday, March 2, 2009
Congratulations
I've won a few awards in my life. I credit most of them to my amazing teammates, whether it was my group at the studio growing up (2nd in the nation what,what), or my ODT sisters in high school. Not many of them were solo awards...although my Miss High Kick plaque is still proudly displayed on my bookshelf. Wonder when I'll put that away. Anyway, there is one award that I know without a shadow of a doubt that I would win against most Americans...Worst Immune System. Of all time. I'm surprised I haven't blogged about this sneezy subject before. I picked today to do so because I'm currently laying on my mom's couch, watching an episode of J and K+8 that I have seen 18 times but tivo'd anyway, surrounded by the following items:
1. Puff's Plus. Number one reason why I like being at my mom's when I'm sick. She buys the good tissues. I can go through a half box on any given day, but when I'm sick, it's more cost effective to buy the 6 pack.
2. Vick's Vapor Rub. Let me make it clear that I don't necessarily believe in Vick's. I don't understand the mechanics of it, and don't swear by it like one of my ex-boyfriends who I shall not name who would put it on his feet anytime he had a cough. Weird. But my step dad happened to have some in his medicine cabinet so I figured it couldn't hurt.
3. Chloraseptic. Worst part about being sick. It's necessary because of the numbing and all that jazz, but I'd rather eat escargot then spray that shit down my throat. Who invented Chloroseptic? Here's a bright idea....how bout a FLAVORLESS Chloroseptic? That'd be good.
4. Tylenol. The only thing that's keeping me alive. When they Tylenol wears off, my fever goes back up to 101 or 102 and I wake up in a pool of sweat. Disgusting.
My point is that I am sick A LOT. Very very frequently. I'm not sure why this is. It could be that I don't take vitamins. I know that I should. I even bought some Women's Daily a few months ago but haven't even opened the seal. I get a sore throat about once every 6 weeks. I have stomach problems at least once every two months. I have allergies every single day of my life. What am I going to do when I have children? Stay away from them for 4 whole days while I'm on my deathbed?
1. Puff's Plus. Number one reason why I like being at my mom's when I'm sick. She buys the good tissues. I can go through a half box on any given day, but when I'm sick, it's more cost effective to buy the 6 pack.
2. Vick's Vapor Rub. Let me make it clear that I don't necessarily believe in Vick's. I don't understand the mechanics of it, and don't swear by it like one of my ex-boyfriends who I shall not name who would put it on his feet anytime he had a cough. Weird. But my step dad happened to have some in his medicine cabinet so I figured it couldn't hurt.
3. Chloraseptic. Worst part about being sick. It's necessary because of the numbing and all that jazz, but I'd rather eat escargot then spray that shit down my throat. Who invented Chloroseptic? Here's a bright idea....how bout a FLAVORLESS Chloroseptic? That'd be good.
4. Tylenol. The only thing that's keeping me alive. When they Tylenol wears off, my fever goes back up to 101 or 102 and I wake up in a pool of sweat. Disgusting.
My point is that I am sick A LOT. Very very frequently. I'm not sure why this is. It could be that I don't take vitamins. I know that I should. I even bought some Women's Daily a few months ago but haven't even opened the seal. I get a sore throat about once every 6 weeks. I have stomach problems at least once every two months. I have allergies every single day of my life. What am I going to do when I have children? Stay away from them for 4 whole days while I'm on my deathbed?
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