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Feel Good 5 Friday … Sounds

19 Feb

React and respond.

Almost the same, but not quite as I was recently reminded of their differences. One is more intense and sometimes associated with a negative connotation, as in, we gave him the food and he had an allergic reaction to it. Respond on the other hand tends to swing on the positive end of the spectrum, as in, she is responding well to physical therapy and we see improvements in her range of motion.

React and respond.

I hadn’t really thought about them for awhile, until I replayed that podcast and until I’d seen a preview for a recent film The Ultimate Playlist of Noise. I haven’t seen the movie, but the preview revealed an interesting concept. A boy on the verge of losing his hearing permanently, decides to go on a massive road trip to record all his favorite sounds before it’s too late, so that he can then watch others respond to his playlist. Maybe some people would react. But I imagine most would respond. I’ll have to take a look and see how it pans out.

I was debating watching it. It’s got a Dawson’s Creek WB kind of vibe to it and I wasn’t ever a fan of that, so I’m not jumping to watch it. I bet if it had Kyle Chandler or John Cusack in it I’d definitely watch it. But we’ll see. I’m thinking about it. The story is what’s peaking my interest most. The Ultimate Playlist of Noise.

I can’t imagine how many songs I’d include. My love of funk, disco, 70s, and 80s is endless.

I find that concept fascinating. I figure one of the first sounds would probably be my kids cracking up. That laughter is contagious and spurs chuckles and smiles. The beach and the sound of the waves is something I’d probably add to the playlist as well, it brings me such peace that I listen to it before going to bed sometimes, or if I’m working on a project. Those would be the first two. Instantly, but I’d have to stop and think about the rest. Maybe the crowd going wild at a game cheering on the ultimate score, or maybe the crowd at a concert singing along with their favorite artist. Or maybe the sound of light rain in the morning. I’d have to think about it. All kinds of possibilities.

Reactions and responses. Apparently they’ve become very popular. I was looking up videos to post here about my Friday 5 and wouldn’t you know it, they had guys reacting and responding to songs, with hundreds and thousands of views. People watching, people listening to a song for the first time. All kinds of reaction and response videos to songs I’ve heard my whole life, to songs I’ve had on my playlist. To the videos. It was trip. Funny if you’re feeling down. Someone else’s mood and laughter is contagious if it’s genuine.

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I stopped and watched one or two and it was definitely funny to see the laughter and expressions. Witnessing something for the first time is a moment to capture. Can’t get firsts back. Once they’re gone, they’re gone so it’s best to remember. And maybe that’s why that movie was made, to make that very point. The first and the last, they’re always worth it. Responses and reactions.

So this week I put some love, soul, and funk on the list. Hope if it’s your first time you enjoy it, and if it takes you back, way back, to when you had a Pee Chee folder or Trapper Keeper in you locker, well then all right. Sending you good vibes and good responses.

Buen Camino.

Terence Trent D’Arby — Wishing Well

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The Emotions — Best of My Love

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Los Angeles Azules — 17 Anos

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Rick Astley — Never Gonna Give You Up

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Lenny Williams — Because I Love You

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Feel Good 5 Friday Plus 2, on a Saturday Night …

13 Feb

Excelsior in effect and I’m enjoying the extra effort I’m putting into the Silver Linings Playbook vibe as the little obstacles mount an offensive and here I am still standing pushing through and conquering, making the tiny victories part of my gratitude list at the end of the day.

High five moments are especially important to help keep me motivated, it’s so easy to look them over when you’re busy. I like to high-five myself with little chocolate treats every now and then. But this week I was able to go to the beach.

I know.

During a pandemic.

I know.

I found a little spot to escape the city and felt the peace of the waves. Being that we got there early, the place was practically empty and it felt like it was my own private escape, free of people hoarding up the view in front of me, or up in my personal space with their tents and party of 20. It was a nice solitude, with only a few walkers in the distance.

One of the few times when we weren’t able to boogie board as the wind reminded us that hoodies were a requirement, and dipping your toes and ankles was the only acceptable splashing allowed that day. Building a rock garden, fierce frisbee catching, jumping off sand dunes to catch that classic mid-air flight photo, and running along the shoreline made for a good day … a Lovely Day … the kind that my main man Bill Withers likes to sing about and I was able to breathe in and keep with me.

And just in time too.

The field trip was needed as the magic of the ocean waves meeting sandy shore cast a meditative state on my being and helped establish one of those Jar of Awesome moments, the kind I write down on a post-it-note and bottle up for remembering. Those feel-good vibes, was missing them being cooped up, but nature has its way. I enjoyed my field trip reward, followed up with some fish tacos take-out. Beach therapy. It’s my jam.

One day I might have to try camping out there … I’ll put that on the list of future events to come.

Feeling good driving back home along the coast and the tunes on the radio were filled with love, I imagine because Valentine’s Day is just around the corner and they be throwing out the romance vibe. Kids rolling their eyes as I belted out the tunes in my epic car karaoke performance with no James Corden or Late Late Show by my side. Just me and the memories. I thought of the moments back in the day, the kind that made it to my yearbook pages with hearts and the T.C.C.I.C. appearing at the end by signatures. Young love and crushes from the past flashed by and it made me smile. Putting in an extra two tunes this week, because there was so much love on the airwaves. Ha!

Buen Camino my friends!

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The Bee Gees — Too Much Heaven

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Thompson Twins — If You Were Here

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The Deele — Two Occasions

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Atlantic Starr — Always

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Phil Collins — Groovy Kind of Love

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Juan Gabriel — Querida

Gregory Abbott — Shake You Down

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Feel Good 5 Friday …

5 Feb

You have a list.

It could have just one name on it. But that name counts. It’s still a list, maybe the beginnings of one, or maybe it’s THE ONE.

Everyone writing down the places to visit or adventures to take when all this is over, when masks are no longer needed and we can walk around freely … that national park you swore you’d rent the RV for, the restaurant with the steak you never tried but always wanted, the rollercoaster you always wanted to conquer but never tried, the two tickets to see the game where you’d buy that $15 beer and not even care that it’s $15 because you got the foam finger too. You have these plans to see the little nooks and crannies of your city, you wanted to discover them, but always said you’d get around to it.

“I’m on top of that, Rose!”

Covid made you put it on a list … people have plans to recapture the simple and adventurous moments. The people moments when all this is behind us.

Me too.

I added a name to my list last week.

You see I had heard of the place but never made it out there. It’s a place best to be had with friends, with your Laverne & Shirley’s. But I was able to get a sneak peek of the possibilities just recently when I attended a virtual fundraiser.

A Bingo Fundraiser.

Have you been involved in Bingo?

Dude.

It’s intense. I mean the competitive side in you comes out and you’re hoping they call B8 because it’s what you need, but it doesn’t happen. They call G43 and you hear the Lucille yell Bingo!!!

And at that moment right there, you don’t know Lucile, never met her, but you sooooooo hope she’s wrong. She’s not, though.

So you clap and move on in hopes for your lucky numbers next time.

That was my sneak peek. A Hamburger Mary’s Bingo Fundraiser for the arts and I can’t tell you what a great time I had on Zoom playing Bingo. One of the best Zoom Meetings I’d had.

The Place to be 🙂

I mean I’m no stranger to a bingo like atmosphere, come Christmas and New Year’s Eve, when all the aunts and cousins get together La Loteria is taken and it’s a full fledged battle for the pot! But this was Bingo … saucy Bingo and I enjoyed it. Great to see some buddies online, playing with me as well. I imagine the live and in person version is even better. But the hostess provided the laughs and energy to make a Zoom meeting fantastically fun.

I didn’t have the thrill of yelling BINGO! But I imagine I will one day, hopefully it’ll be with my Laverne & Shirley’s at Hamburger Mary’s, the fun environment, the having a great time vibe, the music and jokes to lift your spirits … The Noodle Salad Moments live and in person. But until then I’ll have the list and the Feel Good 5 Fridays to help me sustain and thrive the months to come.

Buen Camino my friends

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Elton John with Kiki Dee — Don’t Go Breaking My Heart

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Los 8 de Columbia — La Roncona

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Sanford and Son Theme Song

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Vintage Trouble — Strike Your Light

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Tears for Fears — Everybody Wants to Rule the World

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Feel Good 5 Friday … on Saturday Night

23 Jan

I might have to change the title if this keeps happening. I really might.

But life and weariness hits us all in different ways at the end of the week. Sometimes you tell yourself I’m just gonna sit here for a minute and then the next thing you know you’re all cozied up with a comfy blanket dreaming.

But as I was looking back on the week, I remembered some of the feel-good moments that matched the vibes of my songs. There was one moment in particular that’s still with me.

One of the positives I’ve discovered during the pandemic is being able to appreciate the little wonderous moments that happen, the kind I’d pay attention to before and put them in the Jar of Awesome, but now the simple moments seem to be even more special and I take note. I appreciate the little bit of magic happening during on an uncharacteristically windy day reminiscent of those strong Chicago breezes I imagine.

Out early for what I’ve called a therapy run that helps kick off my days, no one out, not even dog walkers so I was able to wear one of the lighter running masks where I could feel the fresh air reaching my lungs. Ran passed my neighborhood and reached the fancy houses about a mile out, surrounded by large sycamore trees, palm trees, orange and lemon trees, shrubs, rose gardens, and lavender bushes. When I reached my midway point, a gust of wind rustled the huge branches and a flurry of giant crunchy leaves took off and danced in circles, and hanging out in the sky. Doing there thing. It was one of the coolest moments of the week. A little bit of nature magic, tapping me with it’s beauty. My run slowed down to a jog in that moment so I could check out the scene from my own personal highlight reel. I was glad to get caught up in the moment, feeling the feel-good vibes surrounding me.

Feeling the cold fresh air in my lungs, I closed my eyes and joined the twirling for a moment. Nature had invited me to the party and I didn’t want to say no.

Moments like this I’ve learned to appreciate even more. I was pretty good at being present and appreciated the good that came my way, especially The Great Outdoors. But this extra something is a feeling I like to hold onto. It’s simple. No flash. No fireworks, really. Just feel good vibes the sky and trees trying to send me, and I accepted the blessing and held onto it the rest of the day … and the week, really.

So in times of frustration when kids began tuning out my voice and not listening to directions or just bringing on an added volume of 10 when I needed a 5, I went back to the dancing leaves in the wind, their twists and turns, catching air pockets in different directions until the reached the ground. That moment of simplicity. That was Zen … Zen in the city.

I was grateful to be accompanied by a good playlist. But I did pause it. I paused it just to listen to the wind and leaves., to be in the moment and soak it up. After the wind settled, I raised the volume back up and continued the good vibrations, carrying them with me along with the cold crisp air, looking forward to the possibilities of my next 100 Day-Challenge.

Buen Camino my friends!

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Coldplay & The Chainsmokers — Something Just Like This

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Real McCoy — Another Night

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Charlie Zaa & La Sonora Santanera – Se Me Perdio La Cadenita

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UB40 – Red Red Wine

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Paul McCartney — Coming Up

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Feel Good 5 Friday … On a Saturday Night … Again

16 Jan

I’m normally on top of matters, or at least I pretend to be so I can build up enough momentum and psych myself up for the challenge.

But considering the destructive and disturbing news of a failed insurrection happening in the country I’d been sucked into the news coverage of the events waiting for justice that apparently is moving at a snail’s pace. Arrests continue, but justice has yet to make its way into the light.

I’d never lost this much time waiting and waiting on news. But considering matters are in the hands of cowards in leadership positions at the current moment, swift is a speed I doubt will be coming. So I cut myself off from awaiting justice.

I rebooted.

I tried helping in the corner of the country where a positive impact makes a difference, focusing on community improvement and trying to be better than I was the day before. A Day of Service provides an opportunity for proactive nature to help change even if it’s a little, it adds up. I like instilling this concept into the kids. Sure I volunteer at their school, and coach my kids’ sports teams in the community. But a separate day dedicated for volunteering, just a Day of Service, just committing to the community, neighborhood, or state provides you with a Mr. Rogers’s moment that’s valuable, the kind that can inspire goodness, change, and improvement — the kind that Dr. King inspired.

So I turned my focus to that.

During this reboot session to start the year anew, I mean it is still January, still the beginning of 2021 no matter how ugly it started, I can still make the changes needed to spin the boat around and guide it toward better journeys, I found a tidbit of information. This kind of advice that helps vision boards, goals, WOTY, resolutions, promises — whatever you name it. I knew this. I did. But had forgotten. Completely.

Even if you’re not a morning person, which I don’t feel I am, waking up a little earlier just to have a minute to yourself, a moment, a few of them, so that you can mentally prepare for the day ahead is an awesome decision. Wake up a little earlier, one hour earlier. Just to focus on yourself and do something for you before work, school, the kids. Drink a cup of coffee, tea. Meditate. Write your morning pages. Go bike riding, running, walking, swimming. Listen to a podcast. Read a book on the couch. Do some gardening. Any activity that makes you feel like you WANT to wake up not HAVE to wake up. That was key for me.

Waking up extremely early in the morning is not something I enjoy, so the snooze button would seem odd. When I hit the snooze button that means I keep waking up over and over again. I’m not an obsessive about it, but I have been known to use it when the covers are extra cozy or the pillow feels just right. But after I wake up and the kids are still asleep I can enjoy the quiet of the morning, which is different from the quiet of the night. A different vibe. And once I’m up and spent the time, I feel better about it. I’m glad I did it. I bet if I lived near the ocean I would never hit that snooze button. If an hour earlier is too much start with 15 minutes and then add more as your body acclimates. I mean that’s how I roll.

The one moment of inspiration that got me moving during early mornings this week, aside from a podcast, was a feel-good song. That right there makes me smile and get up. Listening to Katrina tell me that I’d be Walking On Sunshine always gets me out of bed. So I’m grateful to have picked that song for 2021, but I also listen to jams that grove and take me to moments from my adolescence that remind me of special moments, sending postcards to myself through melodies and lyrics.

Super grateful for the Feel Good Friday’s I adopted last year, they’ve made this Groundhog Day Adventure much better than Bill Murray’s, although he did have an epic adventure with Punxsutawney Phil.

Buen Camino my friends!

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The La’s — There She Goes

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George Harrison — Got My Mind Set On You

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Jarabe de Palo — Bonito

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Belinda Carlise — Heaven is a Place on Earth

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Robbie Nevil — C’est La Vie

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Feel Good 5 Friday … on a Saturday Night

9 Jan

Sometimes people and life become so ugly and the excuses so lame that you got to find your corner of the world and remember that good resides there in order to gain the strength to see the next day and do good. Do good for your yourself, do good for your family, and do good for your community.

With all the chaos of the week it was easy to get lost in the bad, but needed a moment, just like everyone else, a moment to strip the negative away. But it was difficult, we needed something good and I was able to find what I needed in the tunes from my youth. Something about the tunes helps escape, at least for a moment.

And a quick escape from ugly is what was needed, in order to recalibrate and look forward to possibilities and a better something. I looked at the two good things that happened during the week and the small victories I could take in such a hot mess. I was glad to be part of something good when all the chaos hit, I was glad to have helped impact someone’s course and that trajectory was for positive change. I was glad to have volunteered and helped, making a difference, no matter how big or small everything added up. I mean look at Georgia … I took the win, put it in my back pocket, and turned on the jams.

Music is not always a solution, I know, but it provides a space, a safe space for peace and calm in my heart, of happiness and feel good vibes when they’re missing everywhere else, for inspirations that may help find solutions, for joy when you need to feeeeeeeeel it because in the midst of ugliness two moments of good took place and at the very least I needed to recognize it.

Needing something good and I found it in my playlist.

Buen Camino, my friends …

Van McCoy — The Hustle

Tavares — Heaven Must Be Missing an Angel

Chuck Mangione — Feel So Good

Los Faulosos Cadillacs — Matador

Dee Lite — Groove is in The Heart

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Feel Good 5 Friday … Page One

1 Jan

I had my doubts, but the universe kept pushing me in that same direction and now in retrospect I guess it was a good idea.

Instead of staring at it and feeling like a failure for not getting there, not being even close to reaching it, or not meeting certain goals, it just sat there as a friendly reminder … ‘hey you memmmmmber?’

Not attacking me. Not judging me. Just a ‘hey I’m still here.’

Just a small nudge in the right direction. Something to look forward to, something that might happen someday, or something that might happen on a random Wednesday.

Vision boards, Words of the Year, Feel Good Songs of the Year. All of this helped me push through 2020.

Boost. That was my 2020 word. That’s what I relied on … Boost and Mary J. Blige.

The universe working it’s magic to help pull me closer inch by inch. Maybe it was just me. Maybe I was more conscious of it, or maybe it served its purpose. But I found these two prospects of positivity pushing me through when I was down on the ground after a rough fall looking for a band-aid in an empty box. Or they kept me going, through my creative recovery, my arms raised during the little fist bumps of celebration.

Intentions, Goals. Resolutions. Steps. Whatever you want to call them, I looked back at the last 12 months, I looked back at Page 1 to see what I had done. I realized that even through the pandemic and all the personal drama of a Telenovela existence, I ended up blessed. That little reminder that your photos app sends you as the month is coming to a close, the little photo album it puts together for you, reminding you of your highlight reel, I flipped through it already. I looked over all the photos on the phone and remembered why they were worth taking. I made picture-worthy moments, some I didn’t even catch on camera, but knew they were in the memory bank.

Vision board kept me focused and dreaming. Boost, my word, kept the drive going, that little extra umph I needed sometimes, that Jamba Juice boost they give you at the smoothie place, that Vitameatavegamin to remind you of the reserve left in the tank. And Mary J … she woke me up! She kept the vibe going through music, giving me the feels when I needed strength to keep moving, the beats to help me get my groove back, my strut! I got to where I needed to be, and I finally reached a stepping stone and that was a good thing. Anything that keeps me going forward in a year where things felt so stagnant was a bonus. I took a look back and felt grateful for the direction …

Felt grateful for the mini-vacation that came along with a hockey tournament before the pandemic, grateful for the parade float presentations with the kids, for the Outdoor Staycations, for stories on Netflix, Hulu, and Amazon, for Ben & Jerry’s and Parker Brother board games to help with the cabin fever, for the blessings of health and my noisy kids, for quiet morning runs, and epic playlists, for accomplishing creative deadlines and getting up when I got knocked down, for World Series Championships and water balloon baseball with the kids, for bike riding, baking, and badminton, for sunsets painted with Crayola crayons and palm trees, for the peace that Bob Ross spreads, for the sunshine and waves of the beach and hidden lagoons away from the city and for the Saturday Morning Cartoon feels on any day of the week. This is what Boost and Mary J helped give me.

So … I go again.

And my love for movies and great characters helped pick out this year’s word, although with the surprise pandemic that hit 2020 it could have been last year’s word, and that would have fit so well. But I felt that I would continue my forward movement and this would definitely help especially when we’re so close to turning the corner …

I know Stan Lee had a special relationship with the word and I like him, onward and upward. But I got my significance from Pat Solitano …

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“… I’m gonna take all this negativity and use it as fuel and I’m gonna find the silver lining. That’s what I’m gonna do. And that’s no bullshit. That’s no bullshit. That takes work and that’s the truth.”

I didn’t like that saying … the silver lining. Ever since college I’d exhale and roll my eyes, it would burn me out. But looking at it from a different angle, from Pat’s angle, it’s a good spin. And it’s hard work. In the end it will help find the blessings in life and realize what you’re grateful for so that you can keep moving forward. And forward I learned is a direction that’s good, even when it feels like slow motion.

Excelsior and Forward.

That’s what Page 1 of 2021 is looking like … accompanied by an awesome playlist of course — the kind that reminds you to strut your stuff because you’re walking on sunshine and deserve to be.

Buen Camino my friends …

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Katrina and The Waves — Walking on Sunshine

Sir Roosevelt — Sunday’s Finest (the original video is amazing if you can find it, but for some reason I couldn’t)

Pete Townshend — Let My Love Open The Door

The Rolling Stones — You Can’t Always Get What You Want

Los Tucanes de Tijuana — La Chona

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Buen Camino my friends!

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Feel Good 5 Friday … On a Saturday …

19 Dec

I high-fived myself. The opportunity doesn’t come often but I took a moment to celebrate the little accomplishment. The little victory.

Yes. There was chocolate involved.

It wasn’t the final draft, final cut, final piece. But it was a big step in getting there. The blueprint, the infrastructure. Once that’s set all it takes is courage to lay down the first brick.

And I did.

So I took a beat a beat. I don’t do it often. Some people don’t do it often, just take a moment to recognize you jumped over a hurdle and didn’t fall, or if you did crap out, you got up and tackled the next one. Didn’t even hesitate, just jumped right into your stride.

High-fiving small victories becomes important on your road to creative recovery. The doubts are constant so the courage to stay on the yellow-brick road warrants a smile. And during this congratulatory fist bump I was pumping, I thought about the untitled piece on my computer screen. I mean I found a working title after a couple days of tweaking it, but titles are what stops people in mid sentence. Hit that pause button for a double take. You pick up the book. Choose the song. Watch the preview. Click the link. Stop for a minute to stare at the sign down the street. There have been plenty of awesome pieces here on the WordPress world that inspired a comment based on the title alone.

I don’t necessarily pick winners every time with my projects or posts, but can appreciate it when others do. Stuff like … Faith The Two Legged Dog, When I Was In Cuba I Was A German Shepherd, When You Start to Miss Tony From Accounting, Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs, Dragons Love Tacos, El Burrito Sabanero, One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest, Smells Like Teen Spirit, The Devil Wears Prada, It’s 5 O’clock Somewhere, Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door, Well Well Well If It Isn’t The Consequences of My Own Actions … and the list continues. I bet there are probably five or six off the top of your head that you just know. Some you might have even seen this week.

So it took me a while to fine tune the title for my project. I mean I think I have it, but who knows. Maybe down the line with more work and more writing, it will come steam rolling in and be like BAM! Here it is girl!

But nevertheless I celebrated my step forward. My boost in the right direction. I turned up the dial for music and the Christmas spirit was rocking the airwaves, sending that holiday happy vibe out. So it was a two-for-one. A high-five with Christmas tunes, accompanied with chocolate. Then I came home and raised up the volume to some of my favorite festive beats. My kids were thrilled with our little dance session, with it being the last week of school, and the festive music on full blast. They enjoy Christmas songs all December long.

And I got to say everybody has their favorite holiday songs where it starts to feeeeeeeeeeeel like that red sweater was made just for you, jingles and all. But these tunes bust out the candy canes, hot chocolate, and ho, ho ho feels all while getting into my dancing groove. Enjoying the vibe in the direction I’m headed … forward.

Buen Camino, my friends!

Bruce Springsteen AKA The Boss — Santa Claus is Comin’ To Town –

Pedrito Fernandez — Mi Burrito Sabanero

Band Aid — Do They Know It’s Christmas Time

Stevie Wonder — What Christmas Means to Me

Mariah Carey & Michael Buble — All I Want For Christmas Is You

BONUS CLIP!!! 🙂 Because you can’t have Christmas without Whitney 🙂

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Feel Good 5 Friday …

4 Dec

Sometimes you say the truth and it’s too strong for people. You make a mental note and then remember the next time around. Some people enjoy telling you like it is, but don’t enjoy it when you return the favor. The opinion they’ve asked for is no longer welcome.

You know anyone like that?

It can be emotionally and mentally exhausting dealing with that in your life. No matter how many times you let the words slide off your back some of them scrape your skin on the way down and leave a mark. Building strength to deal with that when you’re trying to avoid it is tough. Deep breaths don’t always come to mind but getting away, taking a walk, and turning your phone off, that’s something. That’s a moment that can build.

During a recent escape I found myself trying to think of a happier place. After the run, I remembered multiple flashbacks when the kids were younger. I shifted my attention and emptied the space this frustration was taking up and filled it with these memories of toy cars, bubbles, Crayola squiggly art, squishy hugs and tiny hands.

I sighed because the peoples were right.

I blinked and now they’re much bigger.

But it didn’t feel like a blink though. I felt some of those days. They were long and I was grateful when the moon came out. I got the gray hairs to prove it. But they’re bigger and it feels fast now. Although the pandemic is definitely making the days last longer than anyone would have thought.

I watched old videos of Monster Trucks and book festival outings, of inflatable pool splashing, little league baseball games, Play-Doh creations and first days of school. I filled my heart with these memories and a strong urge to preserve it radiated. And then it came to me … instead of dealing with people who aggravate me with their one-sided courtesies and spite, I should fill my space with more talks, movie nights, and board game sessions so in a couple of years I don’t feel like the blink was too fast.

It’s not that easy, of course. We’re you’re in the middle of it, you feel like there’s nothing else that you can see. So another mental note, give more space and more compartments in my mind so that what matters and what’s positive can sneak in instead of the anxiety inducing conversations I replay in my head.

I mean I know I can’t turn it off instantly, but as soon as I feel it coming on, definitely activate the force field so that I can give even more time to people and moments that fill you up instead of making you create invisible barriers to help protect yourself from anxiety and bad vibes. As my girl Tabitha says … That’s just not in my spirit. So I’m hoping to continue to focus on the switch and this week the tunes from my past help jumpstart that pathway. I don’t know what it is, but the tunes from the past keep making me feel good. Don’t get me wrong the music is good today. I mean there’s The Zac Brown Band, right? But something about the growing up tunes that always produce the good vibes that create the smile and boost I need.

Buen Camino my friends!

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The Greatest American Hero Theme Song — Believe it or Not

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Tiffany — I Think We’re Alone Now

DeBarge — Rhythm of The Night

Claridad — Menudo

Tears for Fears — Everybody Wants to Rule The World

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Feel Good 5 Friday … 10-12 pounders and No Turkey Trots

27 Nov

I’ve mentioned this before.

Turkey trots.

Haven’t participated in one and usually take to the road on my own designing my own race and hearing my footsteps as they rock they track. Only in adulthood years have I found Zen moments involving Saucony running shoes. I hated running when I was younger. Couldn’t stand it. But after college and kids, I realized that swimming, running, and obstacle racing bring out the better parts of me when I can’t make it to the beach.

The freeing sense of getting away, of moving forward, of making that giant push at the end is extremely satisfying. In truth, I don’t always wake up excited feeling like running is the greatest, but I do feel better every time after I’ve finished. Don’t regret it.

But Turkey Trots … I’m not big on them. I’ve done plenty of other races, just not that one. Maybe it’s more of a group event, you do with a whole lot of your people, wearing turkey costumes.

I’m not big on those, but I don’t think anybody was this year. However I still went on my run. 3.5 miles and that little extra was just in case I had to reach deep to tap the reserve. Thanksgiving provides for loads of material for any artist, but this year the dysfunction was at a minimum in part because we’re in the middle of a pandemic. Silver lining.

But even with the run, with the breathing and the sweat trickling down, with feeling tired, that good kind of tired, with being in that zone, the one that feels like a reward, I felt something missing. There was no where to go this week. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday were busy with grocery shopping, kids school, my side project, and pandemic life. But I was not in a giant walk-in fridge-freezer taking inventory of turkeys as I had done for so many years in a row growing up. There were no index cards with orders for 12-14 free range turkeys. No moving or inventorying hundreds of boxes. No customers. No parking validations. No coffee breaks with my dad.

He’s been gone 10 years, but Thanksgiving is still the week and day that I remember him the most. Owning a poultry shop for years, you get to know what weeks are complete chaos and when the countdown needed to begin. And that was it for us. Thanksgiving. Late nights recording new orders with pops at the dinner table, while he drank his coffee.

Boxes. They weren’t my favorite. At the time I dreaded it. So much work. So many 14-16 pound birds. And now I remember it all the time. I can see his distinctive block printing, he only used Parker pens. His white butcher’s coat and collared shirt. His blue Diestel Farms cap and black Samsonite briefcase. His tired eyes but will to keep going because it needed to be done.

I thought about that all week long, 16-18 turkeys, and more so when I was eating the turkey and mashed potatoes on Thursday. The laziness of the day use to always hit us, more him than me. No waking up at 4 a.m. to drive to the shop and get ready for the rush. He’d sleep in on Thanksgiving. He always slept in on Thanksgiving and I thought about him as I rose to run.

Thought about all those details and it pained me to remember that it had been 10 years. But I kept walking with that hurt in my chest knowing it was there because he was loved and missed. Still. And grateful that I could remember the details and picture the moments in my mind. I’m lucky that way I guess. I tell the stories to the kids. They found the endless boxes of turkeys in the walk-in fridge and me freezing hilarious.

Ten years later, no more index cards, 18-20 pounders haunting me, or white butcher coats. Just green bean casserole, mac-and-cheese, fresh rolls, and pumpkin pie … and of course our own 10-12 pounder.

Buen Camino my friends …

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I’ll Be Your Man — Zac Brown Band

Something Just Like This — The Chainsmokers & Coldplay

Let My Love Open The Door — Peter Townshend

Vivo La Vida — Olga Tanon

Last Dollar — Tim McGraw

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