Here's to the memories both good and bad.

The business cards I am trying to make are kicking my butt. I've come to the conclusion that I am just out of my comfort zone with this. It's not the the aspect of the dog that is throwing me it's just that I don't do cute well. For me I think cute is either all the way with pink frills and swirls or just no cute at all. There is no happy medium that my mind can go to with this.

I thought around noon that maybe if I work on something else I could clear my mind and come back to it fresh. This turned into a six hour study in procrastination. Although it was more of a productive method of procrastination since I actually did take those six hours and make something I have had in my head for a week now.

You know how there are certain albums that the moment one song on them starts to play you get flooded with memories some good and some bad? The album …And Out Come the Wolves came up on my Ipod last week and all of a sudden I started to remember. Pretty much any album produced between 95 - 97 will just start to make me remember wonderful things and this one is no exception.

I'm 27 now and I don't think that in my entire life I was as happy as I was during those years when Sam schooled me in all things music. 95' was the first time I saw a concert, the first time I danced like an idiot with a bunch of other idiots, and it was around that time that I heard Ruby Soho. I remember belting those lyrics out with Sam over and over again till I'm sure we annoyed more then one of our parents. It's been 10 years now that she died and even though I don't feel completely hollow anymore I do get a twinge in my heart when music like this comes on.

So here's to the memories both good and bad. To all the inside jokes and to the person who made me understand and love music.