Confessions of a…

What is your guilty pleasure? What is it that you like or crave, or need in your life that if your friends ever found out may result in unspeakable judgment to the point that you are voted off the island? Nothing illegal here, but right now, my audio guilty pleasure is a song by Owl City, called Fireflies. When I hear it on the radio, I turn it up loud and sing along and I don’t care! It is what I might call a slightly corny attempt at a pop song with odd but memorable lyrics, and although it is doing (or has done) well on the charts, most I simply mention it’s name too, scoff in disapproval of this melodic little ditty. So for now, I will keep my fondness of the song one of my guilty pleasures and I will do so, with no fear of judgment, unless of course it ever gets out that I like it.

How powerful is that a simple sound, word or scent can bring back a memory as vivid and almost real as the day it happened? A first step, a first dance or a first whatever need only a quick trigger and you are right there in the middle of it. The great thing about memories is that they are ours and ours alone. Yes, the people that where with you back then, have similar memories but the ones in your minds eye are only yours.

Having girls, we have a pretty strict insect removal policy in the house “by any means necessary”, but the one exception is the lovely ladybug. Those can stay! For the last couple of days, we have a visitor flying around in our house and I like that it reminds me of the summer and I love discovering it, minding its own business just fluttering about in the strangest places.

It is true. I have Hannah Montana on my iPod and because I do, I think it is only fair that the girls have some of my music on their respective iPod’s. I love when I catch them singing away, and this week I had to laugh at Jordyn singing, loud a proud the chorus of a great Simon And Garfunkel track from 1970. I laughed, but I am sure I might change my mood if she ever asks the question “what does making love in the afternoon mean?”