Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Monday, March 25, 2013

Funk for Your Feet

OK kids, it's that time of year again. The red breasted robins are singing, the sun is shining, skies are blue and spring is in the air ya'll! Oh wait, scratch that. 

Eff you Spring and the Punxsutawney Phil that you road in on! 
Instead, I give to you this:

Spring Break 2013! Wooooooo! Um, wha?

I'm suddenly reminded of an amazing-and-absolutely-true note that my beloved sister wrote to me when she was 6 and I was 4:

You ain't never gonna walk in my room again 
I give to you spit!

That is 180% true and I will harass my mom until she scans it and sends it our way. Seriously though, that is just what this 2013 spring has felt like so far. It gives to me spit. But I digress because while Phil (who by the way it turns out is right only 39% of the time) and the powers that be may be keeping me from my smooth sidewalks and unobstructed crossings, I say that there are still runs to be had. And while running at full speed on a loop facing a window or a brick wall is not exactly ideal, I believe that I have found the blissful path to get me through those obstacles: Music. Jams. Funk for your feet.

Did I mention that SpecialK and I are training for the Indianapolis 500 Mini Marathon in May? Finally, we are stepping up as true Hoosiers and doing this thing. A rite of passage if you will as both a native (lui) and transplant (moi). I am up to 8 miles folks so yeah, it's happening, despite this effed up white mess that continues to dump all around, ankle surgeries and other life happenings be damned, we're doing this.

Here's how it's getting done lately and it's long because, you know, we're up to 8. This is the stuff that mutes out the rest of the world and creates those running paths especially for you and me, like a bubble. Can be played in any order and you're welcome.

  • Always Right by The Alabama Shakes
  • Titanium by David Guetta & Sia - It really builds
  • Yeah Yeah by Willy Moon
  • My Doorbell by The White Stripes - Kick drums are key
  • Trojans by Atlas Genius
  • Kiss With a Fist by Florence + The Machine
  • On Top of the World by Imagine Dragons
  • Great Heights by The Postal Service - This will never get old
  • Flowers in Your Hair by The Lumineers
  • Scream by Usher -You are not too cool and I dare you not to pick up your pace with this
  • Sweet Nothing  by Calvin Harris feat. Florence Welch - Another song that builds, pick up the pace
  • Suit & Tie by Justin Timberlake feat. Jay Z - There, I said it.
  • Try by Pink - I said it again.
  • Mr. Brightside by The Killers
  • My Hero by The Foo Fighters
  • Take Me on the Floor by The Veronicas
  • Ready or Not by Bridgit Mendler
  • For Nancy (Cos It Already is) by Pete Yorn
  • Tightrope by Walk the Moon
  • Thrift Shop by Macklemore - Yeah, that's right.
  • Glad You Came by The Wanted
  • Ca Plane Pour Moi by Plastic Bertrand - Put this on your playlist twice, maybe 3 times
  • Blue Orchid by The White Stripes
  • Sweet Disposition by The Temper Trap
  • Catch my Breath by Kelly Clarkson
  • Anna Sun by Walk the Moon
  • Heart It Races by Architecture in Helsinki
Here's to clear skies and clear paths some day dammit. Until then, enjoy.


Tuesday, March 5, 2013

She's 90 and She'll Party if She Wants to.

Bubba and G - Pre Party. Bubba said:
"I'm 90, who in the world would show up?"
It's official. Bubba is 90 and she is as fiesty and sharp tongued as ever. No one is safe.
SpecialK, Alethea, G and I flew down to Tejas to surprise her for her 90th freaking birthday and when we walked into her living room she simply said: Well, hello. How. are. you? That was it. I don't know what we were expecting, some hand to the heart southern genteel feigned surprise?  Raised brows with jaw slightly agape mayhaps?  G (bless her) actually feared that Bubba might have a heart attack.But we got none of that and instead, she greeted us as if we were right. on. time.
Bubba & her Texas Tennis Ladies!
They are as fun and dangerous
as they look.
She's 90 and might weigh 90 lbs. soaking wet. She lives by herself, nibbles on her daily Meals on Wheels (bless them) and let's face it, she gets the majority of her daily caloric intake from the King of Beers: Budweiser. She scuttles around with her walker and isn't always steady, but she seems to make it around just enough to keep her precious Mr. Bo Jangles well-fed and her fridge stocked full of Bud.  I wouldn't be surprised if Mr. Bo Jangles was something of a Meals on Wheels connoisseur as well. Inneresting.
Bubba at 2 a.m.:
"I was a clown once, dammit!"
On the night of her party, Bubba flat out refused to go to bed. I found myself basically arguing with my 90-year-old-intoxicated-but-not-drunk-grandma, trying to coerce her into putting down her beer and going to bed, you know, because it was 2 a.m. But then she came back at me with:
I was a clown once dammit and I will never clown again. And I'm not going to bed either. Why don't you go to bed if you're so tired!
Bubba & BFF Jacki. Bubba said: "Take
 it already, we're not getting any younger!"
And then I was like Who said anything about clowns and who the hell am I to argue with my 90-year-old-intoxicated-but-not-drunk-former-clown-grandma at 2 o'clock in the freaking morning? So I dropped it. And she went to bed at 3 a.m., after she finished her beer. 
Bubba looked good while we were there. She got her hair done, she even managed a shower-bath-thing that one does when they're 90. It was just enough to make us feel OK to leave her. Almost. But that night of her party, when she removed her sombrero, took out her teeth and ditched her walker to hobble, hunched over and feet shuffling to her bed, I saw her. The 90 year old woman that needed to be helped with her pyjamas and then be pushed  towards the middle of her bed so she wouldn't roll out. Her concave sunken cheeks that can only be seen once the dentures are out. She finally looked 90, and she acted 90. And then her little bony hand reached out for mine and squeezed it gently. And then... in an instant, she was snoring louder than any lumber jack ever could. How that tiny little flesh and bones lady could make those sounds is beyond me but really, it made me feel better because suddenly I was a kid again,  listening to the lumber jack snores of my Bubba. She was resting - loudly - and she was unconscious.