sometimes it snows in april & we all should join christopher tracy's parade...

purple rain was the first R rated movie
i ever saw...
i went to the captitol theatre
with my cousin Linda...

i watched the movie millions of times
after that
and knew the words by heart.
i even made my father watch the movie.
in his defense, he pretended to like it,
for my sake...
even though i realize now
that it was likely a very uncomfortable movie
to watch with your daughter...heh.

i wore purple religiously for my 3 years of high school.
purple binders, backpacks, purple colored ink in the pens
that i used to write
i <3 prince and billy idol rules all over my desk
in english class
(and, subsequently, had to wash off)...
purple shoes, purple hair clips...
my grade 12 year book is full of comments about purple
(and prince) (and billy idol)...

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i dragged my best friend off with me to see
under a cherry moon
there was only one other person in the theater besides us...
the little brother of a friend of mine
(which was funny, because his brother and i used to discuss
prince in great length...when he wasn't trying to make me
listen to genesis...)

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people used to record prince concerts for me (we didn't have cable)
and leave prince tapes in my mailbox....
i listened to around the world in a day on repeat for months...
i danced alone in my room to little red corvette
and raspberry beret...
i defended him when he changed his name to a symbol
and i put his whole discography on my phone
(do you know how much space that is...
that is a very large volume of work.)

one of my best memories that involves prince
actually revolves more around my mom.
i listened to the soundtrack of purple rain relentlessly...
and a friend of the family tried to point out the
sex-aspect to my mom...specifically the song darling nikki
(i was 14 when purple rain came out)...
and my mom didn't budge...didn't flinch...didn't hesitate...
i was never told not to listen to it.
and that
meant a lot to me
and has stuck with me for this long.

and now he's gone.

it's funny how these people you have never met
become so entwined in your memories...
and it feels so real...there is a true sense of loss
but you aren't sure how much of it
is actually tied more to the passing of your own
youth...

he was complex and odd and lyrical and original...
& somewhere he is in the purple rain
having starfish and coffee and waiting for the parade.
 

Sometimes it snows in April
Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad
Sometimes I wish that life was never ending,
But all good things, they say, never last

The beautiful ones, they hurt u everytime
 

tuesday truths...

1. winter always drags me down
   but spring always manages to pick me back up again.
   just a little milder and brighter out
   and already i am feeling less "nest-y"
   (you know...where you just want pajamas & books & candles & movies & blanket forts)
   and more excited...this is when
   i start to get all full of plans and ideas and lists and intentions and goals and changes...
   my pinterest boards get a lot of use at this time of year.
   and my husband gets a lot of links sent to him, heehee.
    
2. keeping with the new ideas and change theme,
   i am trying to decide whether or not
   i should just take the plunge and move all of my "stuff"
   into one area in our living room...
   i have a corner in the living room where i edit
   and lately i have also set up a bit of a makeshift desk
   and bookcase...
   i have a great space upstairs but I NEVER USE IT.
   i hate being away from everyone.
   our living room is the hub of the house really...
   we are usually all in the living room working on different things
   (or, face it, watching tv or falling asleep on the couch)
   but i love that we are always within earshot of each other...
   but the downside to moving all my "stuff" downstairs
   is that i worry that a) people will think i am crazy and b) visiting kids
   may want to touch or (i shudder to think) PLAY with my stuff...
   
   is that not the saddest thing you have EVER heard.
    
3. i don't really have anything to say for point number 3 but
   i just didn't want to end on that note...
   you know, the note where i seem like i might not like kids...
   cause i do, i really do...i just get weird about my...stuff...
   and most of it is toys...so...you know...anyway...by trying not
   to end on that note, i am now ending on it again
   and will have to add something random for point number 4.
    
4. i still love what does the fox say.

whatcha readin'? {2016::book 7 - goal 12}

if you happened to have stopped by here
during the time of the great giddings flu of 2016
when i was sick for a week and
all out of sorts on neo citran
and tylenol cold & cough for kids
you may remember that i listened to the
audio book via youtube videos
of the graveyard book by neil gaiman
but because i kept falling asleep
i didn't realize that the videos weren't in order
until much later...like...when it was too late...

so i read the book to get the full story.

and it was so good...
but how could it be anything but good...
it's neil-freakin'-gaiman!

if you haven't read it, read it...
even if you aren't a kid.
even if you are.
read it to your kids.
you will come back and thank me.
:)

NEXT UP:  THE END OF YOUR LIFE BOOK CLUB - WILL SCHWALBE
 

friday i'm in love...{& yes, i know it's sat...i'm late!}

-  with the video of humans performing animal courtships

-  with this art....i want to eat it...

-  with these adorable little miniature homes...i would like to try something like this but i know the cats would seek and destroy...

-  i love austin kleon...and i love lists...and i love to read...so....

-  this blog...that i used to follow and then kind of lost track again...but finding it again was like finding an old friend...

-  speaking of friends...i went to lunch with 2 of my best friends last week and i was asking them if they ever get a random urge to do or say/yell something out of character at an inappropriate time...(i am slightly concerned that it is just me and maybe my mind is going and i'm going to be a little old lady that randomly curses and hits people in public places, if you want to know the truth.)  One of my friends sent me this a couple of days later and i was like YES!  I AM NOT ALONE.  everyone's brain sometimes becomes a jerk and tries to mess with their head.  right?  that's how this should be taken, right?  (please note #3 and #8 on the list)

-  the cranberry goat cheese salad (minus the goat cheese, of course) at Pizza Delight...no photo...cause i ate it all!  Stirling got the Burger Love and he loved it!

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