soul music and drum lessons

This Tuesday is all about Aretha Franklin. I’ve been all about the soul vibes lately. Aretha, Otis, gimme it. All the soul.

We explored Woodinville on Saturday. My sweetest sis-in-law gave us a house warming present to Molbak’s, which is a sweet garden/home store out there. The nursery part is pretty damn fabulous, and I got a killer gold faux fur blanket to drape on my reading chair. It’s very luxe, and I feel like an evil villain when I sit with it.




We also hit up the Chateau Saint Michelle winery, which was beautiful. I’d never been to a winery before, and we took the free tour. I mostly wanted to see people squishing grapes with their feet, but obvs it was just all industrial town up in there. Still cool.













In other news, I’M STILL UNEMPLOYED! Bust out the party hats and the high-waisted underwear because I’m still chillin. That’s me. Cold-hearted serial chiller. I got back into Scandal. I took a brief hiatus to watch America’s Next Top Model, which is REALLY stupid. I had never watched a full season, and then they were all there on Hulu Plus. It just happened. Just 9 seasons like THAT. Chalk it up to my existential crisis and discombobulation post move.





I had a dream last night that I started taking drum lessons and wearing Slayer shirts. I’m not sure what it means, but I’m kind of into it. I feel like it made me wake up with a craving for a.) hair metal and b.) no more pixie cut. This pixie cut has me almost down in the dumps. Why does the “grass is greener” principle have to be so eye-rollingly true? Goddamn human nature. Also, I feel like perfect winged eyeliner is a total lie. I’ve watched EVERY youtube out there (exaggeration) and read every stupid blog post about it (another exaggeration) and my eyeliner still is never even. And the wings are never perfect. Guess what, beauty gurus–you’re wrong. Your fail-proof tips are full of fail. Either that or I just am not meant to have perfect winged eyeliner.

Just some random thoughts on a Tuesday. I’m going to go take care of the glamorous details of unemployed life. Like making dentist appointments and rolling over an old 401k. LIFE!

shit sandwiches

Hot damn, the new Thom Yorke album is all up in my bidness, and I am feeling GOOD. That’s probably because I’m still unemployed, which means I’m drinking coffee in my underwear. These days are (hopefully) fleeting, and I gotta live up that slothful life. Or something like that.

This weekend was one of ADVENTURE. Which really just means we drove around a lot trying to get a better grasp on our new place of residence. We explored Woodinville, Ballard, Fremont, and Lake Washington, all of which were fabulous. I love it here. I really do. I still feel outlandishly discombobulated, but it’s ok. It’s still new enough to be a good feeling rather than a panicky one.

I thought a lot about a blog post I read, thanks to my good Utah pal, Katie. It’s called 7 Strange Questions That Help You Find Your Life Purpose. This move has turned me into a self-help pilgramage junkie, so naturally, when Katie shared the link, I gobbled it up in hopes of ultimate enlightenment. I was not disappointed.

Here’s the 7 questions he poses:

1. What’s your favorite flavor of shit sandwich and does it come with an olive?
2. What is true about you today that would make your 8-year-old self cry?
3. What makes you forget to eat and poop?
4. How can you better embarrass yourself?
5. How are you going to save the world?
6. Gun to your head, if you had to leave the house all day, every day, where would you go and what would you do?
7. If you knew you were going to die one year from today, what would you do and how would you want to be remembered?

Deep shit, guys. Deep shit. I HIGHLY, highly recommend reading the full article so those make more sense. It’s solid. It will totally make your Monday. I promise.

I especially dig numbers 1-3. I thought about those A LOT this weekend as we were driving.






I actually think a lot about what little Amy would think of present Amy. Little Amy would probably be mad that I didn’t become a Beatles scholar as planned or that I’m not a guitar super hero. And what DOES make me forget to eat and poop? I haven’t felt that way in a long time. My first thought is, well, nothing makes me forget to eat. I love food. But there have definitely been times I forgot. It happened when I was working on my book. It happens when I read grammar books. I KNOW. Weird. It also happens when I’m out exploring and traveling.

I had to think pretty hard about that before answering it, though, which is precisely why I loved that article so much. Between this article and Gala Darling’s course and reading The Power of Now, I’m learning to reframe my perspective. Like Mark says:

So when people say, “What should I do with my life?” or “What is my life purpose?” what they’re actually asking is: “What can I do with my time that is important?”





Read that post and let me know what you think. What’s your shit sandwich? And does it come with an olive? Shout out to Mark, a total stranger, for writing this cool post. And Katie, for pointing it out.

Also, FYI, that Twice Sold Tales used bookstore up there has three cats living in it. Maybe four. I’m not sure. BUT CATS. It’s the greatest find of moving here thus far. I will most likely live there.

Happy Monday. May your shit sandwich be an inspiring one.

amy’s dentist office music penchant

I have this burgeoning playlist that I keep adding to. It’s mostly songs I really want to karaoke becuase karaoke is my JAM. Like, I love it more than anything. In fact, I need to find the karaoke hot spots in Seattle. But I don’t want pop or country karaoke–I want old dudes that sing Elton John and Cat Stevens. Anyway, this playlist. I’m constantly listening to music, and sometimes if I turn on the Simon and Garfunkel Spotify station or maybe the 70s soft hits one (!) I stumble across these beautiful, shining gems of musical morsel goodness. And I add them to this playlist.

It’s bizarre just how much I love these songs. I can’t get enough.

Like Michael Jackson’s “Ben.” Are you kidding me right meow? The voice of an ANGEL. I promise if you just listen to that song in a semi-somber mood, your heart will soar and your eyes will well with just a LITTLE bit of tears, and you’ll immediately add it to a secret playlist.

Also, let’s talk about Gilbert O’Sullivan’s “Alone Again (Naturally).” I don’t even know what Spotify station I was listening to to find this one–it’s very possible it was my Harry Nilsson station, which has been on heavy, heavy rotation for the last year. It’s such a pleasant diddy with the quaintest lilt to it. It’s kind of Paul McCartney vibes with like….Puff the magic dragon thrown it? Shit, I don’t know. But I love it. Just put me in polyester pants and sign me up for an AARP card. I’ll take it.

Another good one I’ve been jamming is T. Rex’s “Life is Strange,” which I bummed off the Dallas Buyers Club soundtrack. I had never heard of T. Rex, which, turns out, is a total shame. This song kicks ass. Most of his songs kick ass.

And on that soundtrack note–THE BEEGEES. I know, duh, but seriously, tho. “How Can You Mend a Broken Heart” is phenomenal. That ish tugs at your heart strings in such a deliciously 70s way that it’s impossible NOT to like it. Plus, it was on American Hustle, which was a delightful flick. Christian Bale in the dry cleaners during this song? Forget it. FORGET IT.

Lastly, ROY ORBISON. I think 2014 could be summed up quite nicely as the year of “AMY’S ROY ORBISON ODYSSEY.” It started when I watched Blue Velvet and there’s that scene with “In Dreams,” and it’s so so exorbitantly creepy and wtf-esque. That song lead me to revisit his discography completely, which reminded me how much I love “Crying” and pretty much all of his work. He has a voice that kind of resonates in your ears in a way that is hard to do anything else when you feel it. At least that’s how I feel, which is maybe really weird. But it’s a real thing. When I listen to Roy, sometimes I just stop and sigh and feel sad that he’s gone.

I could go on for hours. Don McLean’s “Castles in the Air” or Supertramp and omg I love it all.

So, happy Friday with a steaming heap of light 60s/70s rock from Amy’s secret playlist of musical misfits. Give me your dentist office favorites if you have them. This playlist always has room for more.