No he's not wearing mine LOL. And yes it is a male having a hissy fit over his mate having the same jumper as him, and no it's not my boy having the hissy fit.
The boy has been buying some new clothes lately, and it's really about time. After all he's bought a car, a motorbike and shitload of games and records, so yeh about time for clothes. So last weekend, he's there in one of his new jumpers and a mate comes over. The mate sees the new jumper and goes "I've got one just like that. Maybe you can take yours back." And folks he was serious. A 21 yr old male saying you can't wear the same clothes as me. Mind you he hasn't worn his jumper yet, just has it, and if the boy had of seen him in it he wouldn't of gotten his or maybe he would of gotten a different colour. Then again knowing the boy as I do, he probably still would of gotten it cause he likes it LOL. Not surprisingly the boy told his mate to fuck off he wasn't changing his jumper, it was just a fucking jumper for fucks sake LOL.
Started me thinking about fashion, and how you see packs of teenage girls descend on the shops looking for something that's just like a friends, but completely different, preferably better. I don't get it, never have never will. I go shopping, yep that's good, looks fine, it fits, done. It never crosses my mind that someone else might be buying the exact same thing, cause if they did, it would just show that we both have great taste, and it would be hilarious. Guess I'm not built right or something LOL.
I may be a girl but I avoid pink. I don't have a problem with someone wearing pink, I just prefer not to put it on me. No clue why, I was never dressed in pink all the time while young. In fact my mother went out of her way to avoid it. Maybe it's just cause pink is for girls, and I'm a rebel. Give me a flannie and some track pants with ugg boots or slippers and I'm set. Hmmm wonder if that's why I'm single LOL. My thing, many years ago was shoes. I loved stilettos, still do, but can't wear them anymore, and boots. Still wear the boots, just not the knee highs or ones with really high heels. Working at home means I can wear slippers all day, and who the hell is going to tell me I can't LOL. But when I go out, it's boots, or joggers. If it's hot, thongs or these flat sandals I've got broken in nicely. Funny how I used to have so many different pairs of shoes, and yet now I've got about 5 LOL.
So if you see someone wearing the same thing as you, take the time to congratulate them on having such good taste. If it looks better on them, still congratulate them, but it's okay to be thinking you fucking bitch LOL.
Catch yas
Cathy
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Flashback
As those of you who are on my Facebook page would probably know I've been posting lines from songs, having some real cool flashback moments. These are all tunes I listen too, they aren't just me googling I actually have these songs. What led to the flashback of tunes, no idea LOL. But what's happened since has started a bigger flashback for me.
My son came home from work the other day telling me about this guy at work who has an old record player and do I have any vinyl. Naturally this led to a discussion about how dick features (ex husband) has all my old vinyl and a truly awesome collection. The boy wanted to find out where he was so he could get mine back for me, hah don't want anything to do with him and don't care where he is. I know he's not six feet under so still stumbling the earth somewhere but apart from that don't care. So long as he's not near me and mine I'm happy.
I went around to my Mums that night, knowing that my younger bro had some old records there. I took pretty much all of them LOL. Not sure if he's realised or not or even if he cares. There was some pretty cool ones, and the boy was impressed. So we listened to the sounds of crackle and imperfect music. But the big thing was how much I realised I missed it. Oh not the jumping every time you got to close or accidentally bumped the turntable, just the sound. The pleasure of dropping the needle onto the track you want to listen to, of turning the record over and just drifting with the music.
That all led to us stopping by and him buying some records. Good grief those bastards are expensive now. Some of my bros still have the price tags on them, one we found brand new for $50 he had paid $10 for way back when. I suppose back then that would of seemed alot but the jump in price is absolutely ridiculous. He picked up some Red Hot Chilli Peppers and we priced some Led Zep and Rolling Stones, not cheap but they are collections and it gave me the idea of something for his birthday and Xmas. He is planning on getting a collection together so is trolling ebay to see what he can get. And he has been pricing up the record players.
It's funny how we celebrated the release of CDs as they were so much cleaner and easier to use, but now I'm loving the tunes as they were without all the cleaning LOL. We couldn't get to close and dance, and they got scratched way to easily, but the memories that have come back to me are just amazing. Of course it was the 70s and 80s so I sometimes think geez I remember this, have no clue what I was doing but the tune was playing in the background LOL.
And who could forget the album covers. I always loved the Alice Cooper ones that where almost like a story. And when you opened up some, there where the words to every song. As you played the record you could sit and read, sigh. CDs just don't have that, a plastic case and slip of cardboard slid in, just doesn't cut it.
Catch yas
Cathy
My son came home from work the other day telling me about this guy at work who has an old record player and do I have any vinyl. Naturally this led to a discussion about how dick features (ex husband) has all my old vinyl and a truly awesome collection. The boy wanted to find out where he was so he could get mine back for me, hah don't want anything to do with him and don't care where he is. I know he's not six feet under so still stumbling the earth somewhere but apart from that don't care. So long as he's not near me and mine I'm happy.
I went around to my Mums that night, knowing that my younger bro had some old records there. I took pretty much all of them LOL. Not sure if he's realised or not or even if he cares. There was some pretty cool ones, and the boy was impressed. So we listened to the sounds of crackle and imperfect music. But the big thing was how much I realised I missed it. Oh not the jumping every time you got to close or accidentally bumped the turntable, just the sound. The pleasure of dropping the needle onto the track you want to listen to, of turning the record over and just drifting with the music.
That all led to us stopping by and him buying some records. Good grief those bastards are expensive now. Some of my bros still have the price tags on them, one we found brand new for $50 he had paid $10 for way back when. I suppose back then that would of seemed alot but the jump in price is absolutely ridiculous. He picked up some Red Hot Chilli Peppers and we priced some Led Zep and Rolling Stones, not cheap but they are collections and it gave me the idea of something for his birthday and Xmas. He is planning on getting a collection together so is trolling ebay to see what he can get. And he has been pricing up the record players.
It's funny how we celebrated the release of CDs as they were so much cleaner and easier to use, but now I'm loving the tunes as they were without all the cleaning LOL. We couldn't get to close and dance, and they got scratched way to easily, but the memories that have come back to me are just amazing. Of course it was the 70s and 80s so I sometimes think geez I remember this, have no clue what I was doing but the tune was playing in the background LOL.
And who could forget the album covers. I always loved the Alice Cooper ones that where almost like a story. And when you opened up some, there where the words to every song. As you played the record you could sit and read, sigh. CDs just don't have that, a plastic case and slip of cardboard slid in, just doesn't cut it.
Catch yas
Cathy
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