thirty things to do before i am thirty

30 things i would like to do before i am 30:
(no particular order..)


1. learn how to cook with wine, and be good at it.


2. ride a rollercoaster and keep my eyes open the whole time while screaming bloody murder.


3. finish every half-read book i own.


4. learn how to fold those annoying fitted sheets.


5. write garrett a song with my guitar and get it recorded for him.


6. get back on that stage where i belong.


7. do pilates religiously.


8. learn how to cook turnip greens.


9. clean out my neglected email inbox.


10. become a good wifey.


11. become a good mommie.


12. learn how to cut grass. hmm. maybe i should bite my tongue on that one.


13. get a professional massage at a spa.


14.(test)drive a land rover.


15. go to hollywoods boulevard walk of fame and place my hands where audrey hepburns are. oh and of course the beatles.


16. have a star named after me by the international star registry.


17. stop drinking sodas.


18. stand on the top of a tall sky scraper building and look down to cure my fear of heights.


19. find the perfect "red lip-stick" shade for me.


20. grow a lemon tree.


21. walk up an escalator that is going down in a crowded place. i just think it would be funny.


22. stay up all night and watch the sun rise.


23. watch a meteor shower.


24. have an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment.


25. steal a road sign.


26. go on a road-trip.


27. learn how to make pottery. i have always wanted to do that as a hobbie.


28. go to key west.


29. change someones life.


30. shoot a gun that knocks me off my feet.

jar of buttons

have you ever paid attention to all the little things you see in old vendor stores? have you ever, really stopped in you footsteps and looked. well, that is what i did oneday. Its an eye-opener and i believe everyone should do it. pretty humbling. take a day to yourself, you don't need any money, and walk into old downtown vendor shops. vendor shops are everywhere, you just have to look for them. you will be amazed at the treasures and trinkets you will find! i was!


so, the first little shop i went into i found some pretty wacky/weird things, but that's what is so exciting about it! im sure the lady at the check-out counter was staring, because some of the things i found just made me giggle, outloud! you find things like, old antique clothing from the 20's, books that smell like the 20's and look as old as methuselah, china cabinets full of tiny clowns and not to mention dust (who knows how old it may be), old antique coca cola signs, rusty vintage bicycle tires and so on..

the second shop i wondered into was even better, i found a frog soap dish. yes, it is just as it sounds, a BIG fat frog with a BIG fat mouth that eats your soap! and i thought, "not sure i want that little guy staring at me while i wash my dishes, not to mention getting my hand anywhere near him!"


scary right?


i found a jar of buttons. this one caught my attention. who would buy this tiny jar of buttons i thought!? i imagine an old lady will buy it. another one's trash, another one's treasure? maybe so. i wish i would have bought that little jar of buttons now.

i found masks made from what looked like paper mache', very tribal.. some were disturbing, yet interesting. painted with elaborate patterns and symbols. who would want to buy that you ask? im clueless.


i found a candle in the form of an old lady.

so if your wondering where im going with all of this, all of these little things must have a story behind them. they all belonged to someone, treasure dearly. it made me think of all the little things i hold on to. it made me thankful.


my mow-mows old jewelry box that was given to me when she passed, it's filled with jewelry she received after she worked so many years at a business. it contains two gold necklaces, a locket and an old black of white picture of when she was wed.


i also have my grandmothers old check book register. no, she didn't write me a letter of sentimental value, but her  handwritting is on each of those pages, i feel like i have a little piece of her still, on earth.


i have old cassette tapes of when i sang "you are my sunshine" to my great grandmother when she was in the nursing home.


i wanted to share my "little adventure" with you because it truly brought me down back to earth. we are so spoilt today in the world that we live in. instead of reading books that actually take imagination to interpret them, we watch movies. we are so caught up in our cell phones, that we forget we can actually visit someone in person by going to their home. we tell ourselves we are so bored, why not go outside and look around at what the Lord has furnished us with? skys of blue, green grass right outside your house, He is everywhere and sometimes we don't even see Him.


and im not telling anyone to lose your cell phone or lose the tube. everynow and then just come back to earth, it is something i am working on everyday. it's so easy to become of the world.

nikki sixx's radio show gets on my nerves

its 9:00 on a monday night and i can honestly say, im ready to hit the pillow! sad right? im only 21 years old, should i be worried? don't answer that.


i already have the fear ignited in me that when you hit age 20 you begin developing wrinkles..


i've been going to sleep alot earlier now that i think about it.. i have a perfectly good excuse tonight though: i cleaned my ENTIRE room today. i dusted, polished, tossed and ended up with two garbage bag full of clothes that have to go to a new home, any home that is.. i don't care just not mine! yes, two overflowing bags of clothes! and these aren't just clothes that don't fit, these are clothes that i HAD to get rid of because i have no room for new clothes. my dresser was literally vomiting clothes all over my floor.. im so serious right now! wouldn't that be awesome if you could use that sorry excuse on your mom.."mom, its not my fault my clothes are ALL over my floor, my dresser regurgitated my clothes!" i mean, its pretty bad when you have to get a running start just to stuff more clothes in the drawers! its definitley a pain in the azz, so its best just to get rid of it.



  so that's pretty much all i did today boocockie.. nothing real exciting. i don't even think i went outside today, at all. its way to hot to anyway. bridgette and paxman came over today while i was clean sweeping. paxman is growing everytime i see him, what a chunk! he is like a miniature version of brayden, except his skin tone is a bit lighter. all he does right now is sleeps and grunts. i can't wait until he shows us his little personality, i guess we will have to wait until he's a little bigger to find that out.

 

"i sleep with one eye open dawg"
(say this outloud in a mexican accent)


i can't leave jovi unattended in my room because i just looked down and she is eating my white chocolate pudding . bummer! i only got two spoonfuls of it. she's lucky she's so spoilt. hey i don't need the calories anyway.


 i really hope i don't kill my cat feeding her the things i do. i think its perfectly healthy though.


spoilt rotten!




so i've been listening to 106.7 which is a rock station and the song "under pressure" by david bowie comes on.. have you ever noticed it has the same sound as "ice, ice baby"! i can't believe i never noticed that, YouTube it! apparently, vanilla ice "stole the beat" of under pressure by david bowie and queen.  the song was written in 1981 if your a dork like me and research these things.


 vanilla ice drew controversy by claiming that he owed no royalties for sampling "under pressure", citing one minor alteration to the bassline (although the alteration he mentioned was actually to the drum music, not the bass.) . although no lawsuit was ever filed, the rapper supposedly settled out of court, and songwriting credits were made to members of Queen and Bowie.


i personally don't care for either of the two songs, they make me want to cut my finger off...


kidding :)

sunday funday?

twoday has definitely felt as long as it sounds! not that im complaining at all, it was perfect in every way. my alarm clock decided to wake me up with Hells Bells, and i thought "wow, what a great song to wake up to", and it normally would be an awesome jam to kick start the morning.. but wait its sunday a.m...should i pray?!" im sure God has a great sense of humor if He is anything like me.. which He has to be, because He created me in His own image. super dooper.

so i went to church with garrett today. the sermon was lovely of course and i like his preacher, he's so nice. while we were standing up praying, i noticed my body is very off balanced when my eyes are closed, isn't that weird? i just sway back and forth, it probably looks like im being hypnotized or i have some kind of rhythmic movement disorder. or maybe it was my heels, im not too sure on that one. i wonder if anyone else has that problem.. maybe its mental. maybe i should Google it? garrett is so sweet when he sings in his manly man voice, he doesn't know it but im listening.

anyway..

after church, we ate lunch at foxes pizza. i've always thought that their pizza has tasted kind of strange, good pizza.. but strange. i figured out why it tastes so strange though, and the reason being.. it taste like it has a hint of beer. im not a bad person, i have tried beer and im not a beer drinker but that pizza tastes like beer. garrett didn't think so. pretty sure he thinks my taste buds are mentally challenged. ah well..

sundays are not complete without a sunday nap. oh, its necessary. so that is just what we did.

sundays also are not complete without a little excitement! here we go.. brayden had been trying to wake me up from my nap multiple times, "sunt cowie, wake up! its time to wake up, come outside and throw this ball and let me hit it!" "brayden, its too hot, aunt cowie is sooo tired" im really not a bad aunt!

after that didn't work for him, i guess the poor lil' guy got bored and decided to throw the ball at the sink , which eventually ended up..down the sink! How do you explain to a 5 year old, a sink does not work the same as a basket ball hoop!?

my ears are flopping Aunt Cowie?

so next thing i hear is my door slam wide open WHAM! FEET STOMPING..and brayden screaming "aunt cowie, my ball my ball! how am i gonna get it out, my ball!" it is really the end of the world now! is this my punishment for waking up to such a song? maybe God didn't have a sense of humor this morning?
what the world, i thought!? this kid is going to send me into a panic attack.. so off to the sink i go, and what do i find? his ball in the sink pipes. "brayden, go get me a fork!" I thought ah that will take him at least ten minutes to find a fork, i'll just go watch tv while i wait. so i head back to the sink to take another look, and brayden has pushed the ball even further down the pipe! what the world!? brayden is screaming and sobbing "it didn't work aunt cowie!" never leave a kid unattended with silverware i guess.

i gave up at this point. may the stinkin' ball rest in peace.

why didn't i just go play ball with him? i have learned my lesson sweet Jesus, thank you for that.

Mans Best Friend

ain't nothing sexier than watching a man change his oil! me and tobey watched garrett change his oil in his truck earlier.. tobey is getting so big now. i remember the day i brought him to garrett for his birthday, i was so worried he wouldn't want another dog since his last dog got ran over. garrett loves him, and he loves garrett! so, so precious to me.

stay this way.

lay me down
on your heart.

let me fall asleep
just like this.

hold me close.
kiss my hand.

just like that
be my man.

let me sleep here
just for a minute.

so I can remember

i wanna dream it.

take me back
to that night.

on that park bench
everytime.

i close my eyes
that’s where we are.

its my favorite memory
from a page in my heart.

say you will
stay this way.

just like this.
forever, everyday.

cross your heart.
and I will too.

stay this way
here with you...






i actually wrote this saturday night after garrett left my house .. we had been laying on the couch that night and i love just laying my head on his chest and drifting off to sleep while he scratches my back. so i wrote this poem about how i feel when im laying there with him.. he has no idea how much he is wrapped around my heart and how much i love those small moments… i know im a hopeless romantic..






this is an old journal entry from my computer that thankfully i didn't lose because its so special to me- wednesday, march 23, 2011

lovely

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lovely

alice peacock


ive never known someone quite like you
you take
my breath away

you knock me out with the little things you do
and all the words you say

because your lovely
lovely you see
that’s all there is to it
so very lovely, lovely to me..

sometimes when your looking in my eyes
i can't hold your gaze

cause i don't know if you can read my mind
and what it will betray

because your lovely
lovely you see
i can't deny it
so very lovely, lovely to me

i cannot wait til i see you again…

so very lovely, lovely to me




this song will be apart of my wedding day. i wish i could have written such amazing words, but i didn't so i'll just share it.. so lovely.

my cat is so kool, i give her koolaid!

jovi loves strawberry koolaid! not sure if it's healthy for a cat.. but hey, people feed animals peanut butter and chocolate all the time, so what could it hurt her? i decided since my cat was so kool, i would give her koolaid instead of H20 today.


for it to be a thursday, it was kind of lame and i was disappointed. i slept in longer than i planned, but i woke up just in time for cinnamon rolls just out of the oven so it all worked out pretty dope.


after i stuffed 4 obese cinnamon rolls down my throat, i decided i needed a hair cut, badly. i was starting to look like don king. so i got my nicole richie side swept bangs back and lost the split ends.. its a nice feeling.

i apologize if i offended any fans!

and by the way, i broke my favorite hairbrush! yes, broke in half..it took me like ten minutes to get the broke half of the brush out of my head!


and to me, breaking your hairbrush because your hair is wayy too thick is like, ripping your pants in the crotch because your butt is wayy too big!


 its kind of embarrasing, but it happens right? its like a hands over eyes kind of moment! did i seriously just do that!? yes mam you did home girl!


so, since i "spilt the beans" already about my tattoo.. i guess i will explain. it was totally a "spur of the moment" thing, honest! although i had been seriously contemplating about whether i really wanted one or not, i decided i wanted it for sure after me and the tat man got the design down! i mean a tattoo is a BIG deal, and word to the wise.. Always, always research tattoos. don't just look at the first page of google images and say "oooh that's the one!" because folks its probably really not, and it's probably really lame .. and in fact, that tattoo is probably branded on a thousand more other people, so no, no.. don't do that please. its permanent remember? these aren't washable, they are there f-o-r-e-v-e-r! my point being? get a tattoo that rocks monstro out of the water!


so i didn't do it for anyone, just me. it was all my idea. not because everyone has one, not because its "cool", not because garrett wanted me to get one, because (in truth, he really didn't want me to get one!). i've always told myself, if i ever got a tattoo it would be something i drew up myself. unique. me. and that's just what my tattoo is, its me to a T. so here it is..
                                                                       

Star w/Lace

with the help of tat man

this was my sketch, nothing great just the idea

i actually had a dream last night that went like this.. i woke up, jumped in the shower and as im stepping out of the shower i notice my tattoo is like, gone. what the world!? did tat man seriously give me a fake tattoo? oh hello nah! i mean, i woke up in a sweat, heart pounding. scary! don't ya hate dreams like that?


i also dreamed i met mick jagger and spent a whole day with s.t... must have been all that good reading i did yesterday.. :/

hang on, it's a hell of a ride!

isn't it funny how you say to yourself "self, i will not do this because everyone else does it", and the whole idea just seems stoopid to you. then you do it. i guess that is where the saying "never say never" comes in. kind of like my tattoo...suprise!.. but that's another story we will get to later.

so i decided to start this blog, only because my lifejournal software decided to hop off to BFE.

just imagine losing everything you ever wrote that was so precious to you and all the sudden.. BAM! lost forever in cyberspace. nowhere to be found. its apocalyptic. its devastating. it's almost like your computer ate it like your dog did with your homework assignments in highschool. only you can't blame the dog this time!

i imagine it has to go somewhere though.

my guess is, some douche bag in cyber voodooland has a big collection of people's lost files that mean absolutely nothing to him, but the fact that he has it now and we don't, its genius! do i have an imagination or what! so back to what i was saying.. i figure if i post (and share) my entrys on the internet, they will have a better chance of surviving. so stay please. and read all you like, it gives me another good reason to write. smart girl's a rhymer?

so i guess i could explain why i chose my blog title "my sunglasses see rockstars"? well, rock and roll is in my blood. it's me in a nutshell. in a way, its sort of like a second religion to me, and i breathe it naturally. it defines me and inspires me. and if you know anything about me, you know that i am a big fan of steven tyler a.k.a lead singer of the band aerosmith. so if the title of this blog offends you, blame that crazy tallarico. it was on the back of his autobiography "walk this way" and it somehow just fit so.. i apologize.


im actually reading his new book which he actually wrote himself, called "does the noise in my head bother you?" im only on Ch.4 but i am hooked like a crack addict! alot of the beginning is mostly stories from his childhood, how and where he grew up.. his upbringing blah blah blah and so on and doobie doobie doobie.. ( had to add a lil' joan jett in there) but he's telling you how music has played a part of his life ever since he was a little boy sitting under his father's steinway, (which is a grand piano) hearing beethoven, chopin and debussy's clair de lune. its pretty impressive how his music is molded into what it is, not only by those great composers but from many other musicians. he is truly amazing to me. autobiographys capture my attention. i love reading things that are real.


of course, this subject may not be your cup of tea so.
moving on..

so this morning was my wednesday off day. im always off of work on mondays and wednesdays, which doesn't quite make sense to me because noone is ever doing anything on those two days. its like doomsday(s) or be a complete zombie in your own home day. there's just never really anything to do on those two days, unless of course you have money. then you go shopping and return to be doomed because you spent wayy too much on something you don't even want now. might i add, i always seem to swift off subject. anyway, i woke up at six o'clock. i actually like to wake up at that time just so i can text garrett "good morning babe hope you have a super dooper day..." oh and by the way.. im off and im rubbing it in your face day.." just kidding about that last part, honest!

i contemplated going back to sleep, but instead i decided to watch johnny bravo, he's kind of like my favorite cartoon. and did you know, he actually only has four fingers! i never noticed that as a kiddo, but there's alot you don't notice when your a kid, like how some of the cartoon characters actually have "boobies". but i suppose i didn't know what a "boobie" was then.. see i told you. way off subject!




Count his fingers! See, even he knows!


for it to be a rainy day.. it was perfect for reading so that is just what i did, all day. im the kind of person that always fights reading, just as a person fights sleep. but once i get through that first chapter, you can't peel my eyelids away from the page!


garrett came over to see me after work. i haven't seen him since sunday.. only because of redrum (which is murder spelled backwards if that isn't a good enough hint lets just say aunt flo hit me hard this time!) so i've been sleeping my bitchness off. excuse my french. it was what it was. amen sisterhood!

anyway, he told me yesterday he made me something, but it wasn't anything major. so im like awwh babe! i mean, anything a guy personally makes you is major to me, its a big deal because guys don't usually do little things like that. but my guy does, thats just how he rolls!

so he took a picture we had taken of ourselves a few months ago and photoshop'd it and put it in a nice little frame for me! how sweet is that and i adore it! he even hand, well mouse printed "love" down the side of the picture! now that's something to brag about! :)

i guess i've written enough for tonight. writting is therapeutic, i like it.