One $hining Moment

Senses stir up memories.  I remember the taste of grandma's mac & cheese and the touch of the smooth brick in my grade school hallway.  Parents fill photo albums with baby pictures and have VHS tapes of our first family vacations so we can relive the sense of sight. 

The most influential sense may be hearing, for better or worse.  A baby's cry, a wedded couple's first dance, that Vitamin C "Graduation" song that just won't go away.  A couple weeks ago my brother departed for college spring break in Panama City Beach, following in his sister's stumbly footsteps.  I can't help but think of the memories and smile, particularly when they're defined by my generation's greatest hit songs such as Fergie's "Glamorous" and Unk's "Walk it Out."  Key word: hit.

According to him, if he learned anything it's that he hates Kesha but only slightly more than that "Shots, Shots, Shots" song.  Sorry, Ke$ha.  But I'm not There$@ so forget that skank.  I refuse to give anyone that provided us with the lyrics, "kick 'em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger" any sort of respect.

MICK JAGGER?!  Are you SERIOUS?!

Sadly enough, it's these otherwise forgettable songs that define some of our great life moments.  Think of the song you laugh at with your friends when she threw herself at some random guy at the bar; then the Rascal Flatts song she wouldn't stop crying to when they broke up months later.  Why have a romantic song when you can rock out to Bon Jovi's "Living on a Prayer" at a karaoke bar on vacation?  I remember sorority girls defining their life with Madonna's "Like a Prayer" at college parties.  "Oh my gawd, it's like our SONG!"  Ladies, it's everyone's song but to each their own.  I prefer to define my college experience with defined fist pumps and "Don't Stop Believin'."  Just a city booooooooy!

The NCAA gets it on the money "One Shining Moment" during March Madness.  (Although, with respect to Ms. Hudson, I want Luther Vandross back.)  Last night's Northern Iowa win over Kansas (Go Missouri Valley conference!) was one of those moments you belt out, "YOU KNEW YOU WERE ALLIIIIIIVE!"



The most magical part of it all is that the first time you hear a song you don't know it will become a memory, it just takes place.

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My creative knack is BACK! (in 140 characters or less)

Yikes.  Where have my valiant efforts of creativity gone lately?  That was a random thought if my head last night as I was scrubbing dishes.  (Try housework for solid, random thoughts; it works.)  I realized it was because January and February are completely crappy and uninspiring months.  Oh sure, I traveled a lot and have a new job but where's the inspiration?  Goal for the spring: get it back.

So I turn to my past twitter messages to find out, "what have I been DOING since January first?"  Apparently I have been eating, watching the Olympics, and generally making snide comments.  Below are some I would like to share.  Enjoy!

In the new upcoming weeks I'll start pumping my creativity into paragraphs instead of tweets.

To follow me go to http://twitter.com/theresainthechi and, if I like you, I'll allow it.

"Instead of mortgages and diapers I spend money on alcohol and shoes." 11:33 AM Feb 23rd via web 
 
I give a gold medal to Johnny Weirs black lace and pink corset ties. FABulous 10:01 PM Feb 16th via txt 
 
When the most optimistic thought of your day is, "at least im not in an electronic wheelchair" then you have had a bad freakin day. 5:48 PM Feb 11th via txt 
  
Just saw a raccoon sleeping on the hood of a mini van. Ya northwest Indiana! 8:37 AM Feb 8th via txt  

RainnWilson RT Congrats to The Blind Side on it's best picture nomination. Blindness is a devastating handicap and the real story needs to be told. 9:24 AM Feb 2nd via Tweetie 

Family and I are spending our snowy Friday night watching Lady Gaga's concert on Vh1! So good! 10:36 PM Jan 29th via txt

The violinist at the Grand red line stop always makes the end of my long day better. Visit him Wednesdays for classical performances! #cta 10:42 PM Jan 27th via txt 

finalgrrl RT May your backhand always connect, J-Woww, & your pickles be plenty, Snooki. Goodnight you princes of fist pumping, you kings of Jersey Shore 2:02 AM Jan 22nd via web

@eatmycereal I imagine the Conan and Leno "Yo Mamma" face off will be hosted by Nick Cannon and feature screams of "oh no, you DIDN'T!" 11:59 AM Jan 12th via web in reply to eatmycereal

"hes broken all these records and all i can think of is that he shaves his pubes" - me on michael phelps 6:24 PM Jan 9th via txt 

At mcdonalds by my work 2 chicken snack wraps and a small fry will cost you "FO FO FO!" ordered from the woman with the upside down name tag 2:27 PM Jan 6th via txt

Where did three years go?

My apologies for being inactive for the last couple weeks but I believe that I have a good excuse.  After much hoping, wishing and praying things came up Theresa.  After 16 months of impatient waiting and badgering e-mails, I was promoted.  It didn't come easily and even in the last week, it took some serious push and pull until I ended up in the place I wanted to be.  I, ladies and gentlemen, have an "official" big kid job.  (I 'kinda' did before but we will consider this an upgrade.)

 One word: diligence.  One word: assiduousness!  [noun., Latin, the quality or state of being assidious.  Assiduous, adj., Latin, marked by careful unremitting attention or persistent application.]  Thanks Thesaurus.com.  (I have never for the life of me been able to understand why the definition always requires another definition.)

My, my how things have changed.  Only a few years ago to the date I was plugging my way through worthless core classes (Chemistry & the Environment?) and, between studying, was planning spring break on hotels.com.  I made some memories with my two girlfriends that will last a lifetime and even met my current boyfriend.  Make fun of that latter mention as much as you want.  Many PCB memories will never be written down because that's way too dangerous.

This week I'll pass the Voyles kid spring break torch to baby brother whom I am hoping will meet the love of his life on the beach this week.  Seriously, JK.

A mere three year later, I'm positively giddy about the nine "flex" days I have coming up in 2010 and all the media research I will be compiling for my new client.

Even after it all I don't feel too grown up.  Over red wine last night a friend and I quizzed each other out of a J-14 magazine and talked like Disney channel characters.  So, life is good.

"Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up" - The Ataris