Manic Macro Music Monday-ish

“Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’…into the fuuuture,” popped into my head before I even started typing.  Steve Miller’s chorus from “Fly Like an Eagle” embodies my feelings about all the different things I want to accomplish but end up postponing due to lack of time, one of which is posting at least a few blog entries per week.  My solution—themed days.  Does anyone have a suggestion for a quick weekly post?

Thoughts thus far include:  Music/Movie Monday, Sketch Saturday, Song Sunday, Macro (photo) Monday.

I asked a guy at work for any ideas after giving some examples.  His first question was, “Do they have to have the same letter?”  No, they don’t, but I do want it to be at least semi-catchy and to the point.

Postings for the next few days will contain all of the above suggestions, because trying to fit them into one entry would be way too long.  We’ll start with music.  My first pick is one of those songs that’s great for belting it all out—complete with dramatics, air instruments, and some awesome dance moves.  Plus, I love it from way back when MTV actually played music videos.

Without further ado, “HEY MOM! CAN WE GET SOME MEATLOAF?” Yes, you can.

The “-ish”:  If you’re confused about why this is being posted today despite having “Monday” in the title, it’s because I began typing on Monday and it took me until today to actually finish it.  That’s just the way it goes with two jobs and too many personal project to count, man.

By Order

Tonight he looked over at me with a smile and a nod signaling permission to approach the counter. Usually he works in the cafe area near the magazines, but today his duty was scanning purchases at the front of the bookstore.  I walked up to the Barnes & Noble cashier clutching the most recent issues of “Allure” and “Glamour“. He already knew me.

“Green tea latte?”

It’s the same way he greets me every time I walk back to the cafe to order my nonfat, no foam, two-pump green tea latte before browsing among the books. I smiled. “Haha. No, not today. I went for the shaken green tea instead.”

“Oh, trying something different. How was it?”

“Delicious.”

“Great!” He rips off the receipt and asked, “Did you need a bag?”

“No, thank you.”

“Well, have a great night.”

“Thanks. You, too, man.”

Next time I see him I plan on actually introducing myself. It will probably go a little something like, “Hi, I’m Jessica, but you can call me ‘green tea latte’ for short.”

Pulling out lint, but hoping for sunshine

At the exact moment I pulled into the driveway, and after a particularly horrendous day at work, this comes on the radio:

I cried.  Unfortunately, I opted for pocket-less gaucho pants when deciding what to wear this morning.  Tomorrow I will make it a point to have a pocket on my outfit to hold some hope.