Photo challenge–favorite band

Day 13 – A picture of your favorite band or artist


Oh my goodness gracious this is HARD!!!!!!

There are periods of my life marked by different bands. In high school, I had a love affair with Trent Reznor, anguished over boys to the tunes of The Cure, sang many hours and many harmonies w/my sister via Toad the Wet Sprocket and Belly. After that I began having a 15 year affair with The Dave Matthews Band (Dave loves me, just ask him). Foo Fighters, The Killers, Depeche Mode, Ani Difranco, The Indigo Girls, Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Cowboy Junkies, The Cranberries, and more recently Blue October, Ingrid Michaelson, eh sooooo many more–They all got me through some period in my life. However, there is one band that has been and will always be a part of me. I realized how much so on my last trip to Roswell. My siblings and I got together for the most epically awesome hangout night of all time. And we sang. Oh, how we sang… Metallica Rock Band provided us with one of the best times I’ve ever spent with those crazy fools. Being the oldest of five, I knew I influenced my sibs, but I didn’t realize that I’d been able to give the gift of Metallica.

I wish I could take all the credit, but I can’t. They’re just that awesome. Every album has a different meaning to me. Every song on every album has a different meaning–many attached to people. Many have turned their back on them over the years, claiming they’ve “sold out”, but there is no mistaking the influence they have had on heavy metal and hard rock. Unfortunately, growth, evolution, and progression are mistaken as selling out to the narrow-minded. At the end of the day, they are a phenomenal group of musicians, and they have built a legacy that I guarantee won’t die quietly. And personally, I love James, Kirk is amazing, Lars is Danish (he’s a pretty good drummer, too), and Robert is easy on the eyes. They are a collection of awesomeness.

Something you love; Day 12

I totally stole Sarah‘s picture. 

Not a something, but a someone. I love Jesus. I could spend a ridiculous amount of time explaining why. Words will fail miserably. The abridged version goes something like this:
He saved my marriage. He saved my family. He saved my life. I am nothing without him.
Lately, I have walked a very fine line. I love Jesus, and I live my life loving him. However, I am very conscious of pushing people away because I love him. I want the very opposite. I want people to see what I have and want that, because they see that love in action, not because I shove it down their throats. Sometimes, though, I wonder if I stifle too much, because I’m afraid of turning people off to him. That is not to say I bend on my beliefs, I just wonder sometimes where the balance should be. Something I’m working on–I’m sure he’s gonna let me know what’s up. 🙂 In the meantime, the simple fact of the matter is… I love him.

Photo Challenge–Something you hate

Day 11 – A picture of something you hate

I don’t hate much. I am irritated by lots, bothered by bunches, hate very little. I actually had a conversation today about something that I really really don’t like, and I figure that the object of my great disdain should be the subject of today’s post.

Honestly... does that look appetizing?

I hate bad Mexican food. Pretty much all TexMex fits into the “bad Mexican food” category. I actually mentioned this very thing in a previous post. Good Mexican food is fresh, never processed, never canned… I could do without sour cream and queso completely, but I’ll allow it every now again. The main exception there is nachos. Now, I understand that what we have in the United States has been bastardized. Especially nachos–extreme bastardization, but they’re awesome, so according to my rules they’re okay. 🙂 Overall, I maintain that Mexican food is very hard to mess up. When it’s done right, it’s heavenly, and when done incorrectly it’s a tragedy. And New Mexico has a leg up on everyone else because of the green chile factor. I don’t care who you are–New Mexico green chile wins every time.