Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Confession:

Everytime I see the Royal Oak Fire Department truck parked on my street, waiting while one of the guys runs inside the market to buy food for the firehouse, the themesong for Rescue Me pops into my head.

Sunday, December 18, 2005

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree

I'm out to brunch with my parents today, out to one of those places with a 10 page breakfast menu that takes you like an hour just to read, let alone decide on one item to order. I mull it over until the waitress finally gets around to me.
"I'll have the country-fried steak and eggs -- over-easy -- with hashbrowns and wheat toast."
"Well, Daddy's girl, aren't ya?"
I look over and my Dad, who's laughing at me. "That's exactly what I ordered."

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

So I crawl back into your open arms

I have certain music that has become, for one reason or another, tied to a particular time of year. Coldplay, for instance, is definitely a winter group. I don't think it has anything to do with the fact that the word cold is part of their name, it just happened that the first Coldplay cd I ever bought was in December of 2004. I played it over and over again that winter, driving around, looking at Christmas lights, trying to make sense of the disaster that was my relationship at the time.

Now that cd (and the one that followed it) seem best suited to cold, snowy nights. It feels somehow wrong to listen to them on a hot summer afternoon -- impossible almost, like the music makes no sense at all. But on a night like tonight, driving home as the snow falls heavy around me, Chris Martin can touch my soul and make me fall in love with him all over again.