Photo A Day , Day Seven: Favorite

My favorite book.

My Mom got me a copy of the "50th Anniversary Edition" of "To Kill a Mockingbird" for the 30th anniversary of my birth.

Thanks Mom! Books don't get better than that and Moms don't get better than you!

Mary Blair

If you looked at Google yesterday then you know that yesterday was Mary Blair's 100th Birthday.

I have been meaning to post about Mary Blair for awhile now, so the time of her birthday is perfect. Right now and for the past several months Disneyland has had Mary Blair's art on display and for sale in one of their stores on Main Street. Because we go to Disneyland all of the time I have been able to see her art quite a bit. She worked on many Disney cartoon movies and is responsible for the art in the "It's a Small World" ride.

We were also able to see some of her work when we visited "The Walt Disney Family History Museum" in San Francisco this summer.

I picked-up this postcard there, which I love. I was also able to get two "Little Golden Books" with her art in them.

At the Disneyland exhibit they feature her different paintings from the countries of the world. My favorite is this Sweden one.

A few of my other favorite paintings of hers.

Happy Birthday Mary Blair!

"A Beautiful Song to be Sung"

Our engagement pictures. Kaelene Peterson did them. They were shot at ULV.


Love them! Thanks so much Kaelene!

"Little Bee"

Author: Chris Cleave

I finished "Little Bee" a couple of weeks ago. I have been wanting to read it for awhile since I have heard so many great things about it. I got it for Christmas and just got around to reading it. I was not disappointed. It was heart wrenching, moving, sad, hopeful, and at times even funny. I am not always a huge fan of using a great deal of metaphors in novels but I loved the usage of them in this book. They were timely, illustrative, and (maybe why I liked them most) very understandable.

Here are a few of the excerpts that I enjoyed most.

"On the girl's brown legs there were many small white scars. I was thinking, Do these scars cover the whole of you, like the stars and the moons on your dress? I thought that would be pretty too, and I ask you right here please to agree with me that a scar is never ugly. That is what the scar makers want us to think. But you and I, we must make an agreement to defy them. We must see all scars as beauty. Okay? This will be our secret. Because take it from me, a scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived. In a few breaths' time I will speak some sad words to you. But you must hear them the same way we have agreed to see scars now. Sad words are just another beauty. A sad story means, this storyteller is alive. The next thing you know, something fine will happen to her, something marvelous, and then se will turn around and smile."

"On our honeymoon we talked and talked. We stayed in a beachfront villa, and we drank rum and lemonade and talked so much that I never even noticed what the color of the sea was. Whenever I need to stop and remind myself about how much I once loved Andrew, I only need to think about this. That the ocean covers seven tenths of the earth's surface, and yet my husband could make me not notice it. That is how big he was to me. "

"Everyone in my village liked U2, I said. Everyone in my country maybe. Wouldn't that be funny, if the oil rebels were playing U2 in their jungle camps, and the government soldiers were playing U2 in their trucks. I think everyone was killing everyone else and listening to the same music. Do you know what? The first week I was in the detention center, U2 were number one here too. That is a good trick about this world, Sarah. No one likes each other, but everyone likes U2."

"Isn't it sad, growing up? You start off like my Charlies. You start off thinking you can kill all the baddies and save the world. Then you get a little older, maybe Little Bee's age, and you realize that some of the world's badness is inside of you, that maybe you are a part of it. And then you get a little bit older still, and a bit more comfortable, and you start wondering whether that badness you've seen in yourself is really all that bad at all."

"I smiled down at Charlie, and I understood that he would be free now even if I would not. In this way the life that was in me would find its home in him now. It was not a sad feeling. I felt my heart take off lightly like a butterfly and I thought, yes, this is it, something has survived in me, something that does not need to run anymore, because it is worth more than all the money in the world and its currency, its true home, is the living. And not just the living in this particular country or in that particular country, but the secret, irresistible heart of the living. I smiled back at Charlie and I knew that the hopes of this whole human world could fit inside one soul. This is a good trick. This is called globalization. "

One thing I really like about this book was the way that the author gave each character a "costume" and how they slowly took it off throughout the story. I thought that it showed the characters growth in a clear way and helped to shape the ending of the story. I also loved how each character had their own "voice". While it did make it a bit difficult to read at times it really framed the characters. It made them authentic. I particularly loved Charlie's little boy way of speaking. It gave a lot to the story that a four year old spoke as one really would and Nigerian women spoke English in their true accents. I suggest you read this book. It's haunting but worth it.

One review puts it best "A powerful piece of art... Shocking, exciting and deeply affecting... superb. (The Independent UK)

Umbrellas

I love this art display that was at the Palazzo in Las Vegas.







Isn't it beautiful?

E.P.L.

I recently read "Eat Pray Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert. It was very enjoyable and I got a lot out of it. I recommend you check it out if you haven't already. I really loved reading about the author's life and her journey to find her self through pleasure, the pursuit of a relationship with God, and love.

Here are some parts of the book that I liked best. Some I could directly relate to and some I just liked.

"In the end what I have come to believe about God is simple. It's like this- I used to have this really great dog. She came from the pound. She was a mixture of about then different breeds, but seemed to have inherited the finest features of them all. She was brown. When people asked me 'what kind of dog is that?' I would always give the same answer: 'She's a brown dog.' Similarly, when the question is raised, 'What kind of God do you believe in?' my answer is easy: 'I believe in a magnificent God'."

"'To find the balance you want', Ketut spoke through his translator, 'this is what you must become. You must keep your feet grounded so firmly on the earth that it's like you have four legs, instead of two. That way, you can stay in the world. But you must stop looking at the world through your head. You must look through your heart, instead. That way, you will know God.'"

"I think people have children for manner of reasons- sometimes out of absence of choice, sometimes in order to hold on to a partner or create an heir, sometimes without thinking about it in any particular way. Not all reasons to have children are the same, and not all of them are necessarily unselfish. Not all the reasons not to have children are the same either, though. Nor are all those reasons necessarily unselfish."

"But what if, either by choice or by reluctant necessity, you end up not participating in this comforting cycle of family and continuity? What if you step out? Where do you sit at the reunion? How do you mark time's passage without the fear that you've just frittered away your time on earth without being relevant? You'll need to find another purpose, another measure by which to judge whether or not you have been a successful human being. I love children, but what if I don't have any? What kind of person does that make me?"

"The other problem with all this swinging through the vines of thought is that you are never where you are. You are always digging in the past or poking at the future, but rarely do you rest in this moment. It's something like the habit of my dear friend Susan, who- whenever she sees a beautiful place- exclaims in near panic, 'It's so beautiful here! I want to come back here someday!' and it takes all of my persuasive powers to try to convince her that she is already here. If you're looking for union with the divine, this kind of forward/backward whirling is a problem. There's a reason they call God a presence- because God is right here, right now. In the present is the only place to find Him, and now is the only time."

"Letting go, of course is a scary enterprise for those of us who believe the world revolves only because it has a handle on the top of it which we personally turn, and that if we were to drop this handle for even a moment, well- that would be the end of the universe. But try dropping it. This is the message I'm getting. Sit quietly for now and cease your relentless participation. Watch what happens. The birds do not crash dead out of the sky in mid-flight, after all. The trees do not wither and die, the rivers do not turn red with blood. Life continues to go on."

" 'Not necessary,' he said. 'I have good idea, for if you meet some person from different religion and he want to make argument about God. My idea is you listen to everything this man say about God. Never argue about God with him. Best thing to say is, 'I agree with you'. Then you go home, pray what you want. This is my idea for people to have peace about religion.' ".

"I have no nostalgia for the patriarchy, please believe me. But what I have come to realize is that, when the patriarch system was (rightfully) dismantled, it was not necessarily replaced by another form of protection. What I mean is- I never thought to ask a suitor the same challenging questions my father might have asked him, in a different age. I have given myself away in love many times, merely for the sake of love. And I've given away the farm sometimes in that process. If I am to truly become an autonomous woman, then I must take over that role of being my own guardian. Famously, Gloria Steinem once advised women that they should strive to become like the men they had always wanted to marry. What I've only recently realized is that I not only have to become my own husband, but I need to be my own father, too."

- I enjoy the above paragraph not because I agree with everything she is saying but because it really made me think. I don't want to be autonomous, I don't think that every man should be their own island. I think it's good for humans to be able to depend on each other. But I do think that in order to protect oneself maybe we need to guard ourselves as our fathers would. I need to treat myself as my parents would want me to treat myself but I need to do that because I know it in my soul not because they know it to be right. Others love me, and for that I am lucky and grateful but I must love myself because I know me best, I know how to guard myself and ultimately I need to know whats best for me. Others may be right about decisions I should make but I need to be the one to decide what is best for me.

"My thoughts turn to something I read once, something the Zen Buddhists believe. They say that an oak tree is brought into creation by two forces at the same time. Obviously, there is the acorn from which it all begins, the seed which hold all the promise and potential which grows into the tree. Everybody can see that. But only a few can recognize that there is another force operating here as well- the future tree itself, which wants so badly to exist that it pulls the acorn into being, drawing the seedling forth with longing out of the void, guiding the evolution from nothingness to maturity. In this respect, say the Zens, it is the oak tree that creates the very acorn from which it was born."

There were other parts from the book that I enjoyed as well. I love a good thought provoking read.

I am looking forward to reading the sequel as well as seeing "Eat Pray Love" in the theaters this summer.

Rodger and Katie go Au Natural

History Museum that is.

This morning we ventured out to the Los Angeles County Museum of Natural History. The museum is in Exopistion Park where the Coloseum is (where Mom's beloved Trojans play).

We had never been here before. It was fun. Pretty much what you would expect- dino bones, stuffed mammals, etc. There was also a cool exhibit of gemstones that we really liked.

There was also a whole exhibit about California history that we enjoyed looking at. They are updating it for a 2012 opening.

Not sure what's going on here, but I like it.



After we left the museum we strolled through the nearby rose garden. It had beautiful roses and a beautiful fountain.

And then Simba ate my hand.

Good Reads

Today I am thankful that I love to read. A gift bestowed from my mother, I believe.

Some people aren't into it but I enjoy a good book. I like to open them, read the words, and let my imagination fly. I enjoy fiction and non-fiction, in particular a good non-fiction polygamy book. I truly appreciate how a story, fake or real, can take you to a world you have never been.

I am reading an enthralling book now, "The Hour I First Believed" by Wally Lamb. I highly recommend it. It's one of those books that when you are reading it you can't put it down and when you aren't reading it you are thinking about the story. It's a book that will stay with you. It's amazing to me how a writer can paint an image in your head and it stays with you forever.

I would write more about my love of reading but that book and my pillow are calling my name.

Get the book, you won't be disappointed.

And thank you to the written word, you are always a good time.

Temple of Love

"We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end."

~Benjamin Disraeli

*Picture from a trip to the Huntington Library August 2009

Mini Collage

Recently I have been hitting a roadblock with decorating my apartment. (I can't believe I am still decorating my apartment when I have been living her for over six months, actually I can believe it.) I have been wanting to put up a small collage of art on my dining area wall and I finally grabbed the bull by the horns (i.e. got off the Internet and finally did something past 7pm). Mostly I decided I needed to put it up before I start decorating for fall, which I am very excited about.

Here is the mini collage.






Large poster was two dollars at a garage sale, small one on the left I blogged about before (I bought in on Etsy), and the smallest one is from an antique shop in Monrovia.

There was a minor casualty while I was hanging these pictures. I knocked over a little pitcher that I just bought for my Fall decorating. I tried super gluing it but that didn't work out very well and ended with me remembering how allergic I am to super glue. Is it normal for the skin to itch, eyes to water, and nose to sneeze? I put the gloves on too late and the pitcher is basically way to broken to be fixed anyway. Good thing it was four dollars and I can get another one at Marshall's.

I let my music take me where my heart wants to go

This morning at work I listed to AOL Radio and they had a category of "Songwriters" to listen to. I was in love. I was immediately brought back to my childhood. No these were not songs from the 80s. They were songs that I listened to in the car while my parents were driving. It was either cassettes of their favorites or K-Earth or Arrow 93.1. I always thought my parents had great taste in music. I thank them for my love of Elton John, The Eagles, and Chicago among others. Sitting in my office this morning I was transformed back in time to sitting in the backseat of the car humming along to songs that I had no idea of their meaning. When I listen to them I can now truly appreciate what my parents loved about them.

So this a play list of some of the songs that I heard this morning plus some others that I loved but that I forgot I loved. Let's just say that my love affair with Cat Steven's "The Wind" has been reignited.


I listen to the wind
To the wind of my soul
Where I'll end up well I think,
Only God really knows
I've sat upon the setting sun
But never, never never never
I never wanted water once
No, never, never, never

I listen to my words but
They fall far below
I let my music take me where
My heart wants to go
I swam upon the devil's lake
But never, never never never
I'll never make the same mistake



Also, am I the only girl that dreams that Billy Joel is talking about me when he is singing "Always a Woman"?

She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child, but she's always a woman to me

She can lead you to love, she can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth, but she'll never believe
And she'll take what you give her as long it's free
Yeah, She steals like a thief, but she's always a woman to me
She can wait if she wants, she's ahead of her time
Ohhh... and she never gives out
And she never gives in, she just changes her mind

And she'll promise you more than the garden of Eden
Then she'll carelessly cut you and laugh while you're bleeding
But she’ll bring out the best and the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself 'cause she's always a woman to me

She's frequently kind and she's suddenly cruel
She can do as she pleases, she's nobody's fool
And she can't be convicted, she's earned her degree
And the most she will do is throw shadows at you,
But she's always a woman to me


Please take a trip down memory lane with me.

More about my Apartment

I know everyone loves all the details and anecdotes about my apartment, right up there with pictures of my cat.

This is what my desk area looks like (the Lakers picture is not my doing)-

Things are coming together around here. My next project is the kitchen, adding some color and pictures. I think I might make some curtains for the window. After that I need to get a couch, coffee table, and television stand for the living room. Mostly I just want to add a lot of color to everything. I don't want to paint the walls, even though the blah colors bug me. Not so much in the living room because it has the chair rail and crown moulding but the bedroom color is so boring.

After I get the living room situated I will figure out something for the little dining area. It would be nice to get a small table with chairs.

And as a side note, did you know that you can buy scented trash bags? Is that not the coolest? I got a small trash can for the kitchen and some vanilla scented trash bags to go along with it.

So things are progressing along here. Still trying to get more ideas on colorful, cheap, cute decorating.

Wish Tree

Last Tuesday night during another rendezvous to Pasadena Rodger and I went to Old Town. They have an art project going on there called "The Wish Tree". They have all these little trees and people write down their wishes on little pieces of paper and tie them to the trees.

Most of the wishes were from children, some sweet, some sad. And there were some funny wishes also. I thought it was a really cool idea so I wrote something down.


Rodger didn't write anything, he just said his wish was to eat something.


His wish came true. We went to the Cheesecake Factory and Rodger ordered this hamburger.

"How does a gentleman eat this?" -Rodger

Let's just say it involved sleeve rolling and an extra plate.

Another fun night in Pasadena.

This song gives me chills (no pun intended)

Shelter From The Storm
Bob Dylan

'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

"Great art picks up where nature ends."

Google informed me that today is Marc Chagall's birthday. (What did we do before Google provided us with so much useless information?)

He is one of my favorite artists. I have a couple of prints of his and somewhere I have a book of postcards that I bought at a museum when I was in D.C. last year. I think that they are packed up in a box in the garage. I hope they are anyway, since I never did anything with them because I moved pretty much right after I got home from D.C.

I love the color he used in his work and the lines and shapes of his paintings. He has a very interesting life story which can be found in a summary on Wikipedia or other various art websites.

So in honor of Chagall's birthday here are a few of my favorite works of his.

"In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love."

"We all know that a good person can be a bad artist. But no one will ever be a genuine artist unless he is a great human being and thus also a good one."

"Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things I love."

"My name is Marc, my emotional life is sensitive and my purse is empty, but they say I have talent."

"All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites."

Happy 121st Birthday Marc!

"What you got they can’t steal it, No they can't even feel it."

My sister gave me "The Secret Life of Bees" by Sue Monk Kidd about 5 years ago and for some reason I never read it even though she told me how good it is. Then recently my mom read it and told me I had to so I did.

It really is a great book with a good plot, memerorable characters, and a touching story about the strong bonds that form between women. It was well written and quite the page turner.

These are some of the parts of the book that stuck out to me-

"I unscrewed the lid and set it aside. 'You can go,' I said. But the bees remained there, like planes on a runway not knowing they'd been cleared for takeoff. They crawled on their stalk legs around the curved perimeters of the glass as if the world had shrunk to the jar. I tapped the glass, even laid the jar on its side, but those crazy bees stayed put." Page 28

"Some people have a sixth sense, and some are duds at it. I believe I must have it, because the moment I stepped into the house I felt a trembling along my skin, a traveling current that moved up my spine, down my arms, pulsing out from my fingertips. I was practically radiating. The body knows things a long time before the mind catches up to them. I was wondering what my body knew that I didn't." Page 69

"She reminded me that the world was really one big bee yard, and the same rules worked fine in both places: Don't be afraid, as no life-loving bee wants to sting you. Still, don't be an idiot; wear long sleeves and long pants. Don't swat. Don't even think about swatting. If you feel angry, whistle. Anger agitates, while whistling melts a bee's temper. Act like you know what you're doing, even if you don't. Above all, send the bees love. Every little thing wants to be loved." Page 92

"She laughed again. 'You know, some things don't matter that much, Lily. Like the color of a house. How big is that in the overall scheme of life? But lifting a person's heart- now that matters. The whole problem with people is-' 'They don't know what matters and what doesn't.' I said filling in her sentence and feeling proud of myself for doing so. 'I was gonna say, The problem is they know what matters, but they don't choose it. You know how hard that is, Lily? I love May, but it was still so hard to choose Caribbean Pink. The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters." Page 147

"August took Rosaleen's hand and pulled her over, then went on holding it, the way she used to hold May's sometimes, and it struck me that she loved Rosaleen. That she would change Rosaleen's name to July and bring her into their sisterhood." Page 203

" 'Every person on the face of the earth makes mistakes, Lily. Every last one. We're all so human. Your mother made a terrible mistake, but she tried to fix it.' 'Good night', I said, and rolled onto my side. 'There is nothing perfect,' August said from the doorway. 'There is only life.' " Page 256

" 'This Mary I am talking about sits in your heart all day long, saying, 'Lily, you are my everlasting home. Don't you ever be afraid. I am enough. We are enough.' " Page 289

"This is the moment I remember clearest of all- how I stood in the driveway looking back at them. I remember the sight of them standing there waiting. All these women, all this love, waiting." Page 299

Stars poem - Emily Bronte

Ah! why, because the dazzling sun
Restored our earth to joy
Have you departed, every one,
And left a desert sky?

All through the night, your glorious eyes
Were gazing down in mine,
And with a full heart's thankful sighs
I blessed that watch divine!

I was at peace, and drank your beams
As they were life to me
And revelled in my changeful dreams
Like petrel on the sea.

Thought followed thought star followed star
Through boundless regions on,
While one sweet influence, near and far,
Thrilled through and proved us one.

Why did the morning dawn to break
So great, so pure a spell,
And scorch with fire the tranquil cheek
Where your cool radiance fell?

Blood-red he rose, and arrow-straight
His fierce beams struck my brow:
The soul of Nature sprang elate,
But mine sank sad and low!

My lids closed down, yet through their veil
I saw him blazing still;
And steep in gold the misty dale
And flash upon the hill.

I turned me to the pillow then
To call back Night, and see
Your worlds of solemn light, again
Throb with my heart and me!

It would not do the pillow glowed
And glowed both roof and floor,
And birds sang loudly in the wood,
And fresh winds shook the door.

The curtains waved, the wakened flies
Were murmuring round my room,
Imprisoned there, till I should rise
And give them leave to roam.

O Stars and Dreams and Gentle Night;
O Night and Stars return!
And hide me from the hostile light
That does not warm, but burn

That drains the blood of suffering men;
Drinks tears, instead of dew:
Let me sleep through his blinding reign,
And only wake with you!

The Little Mermaid Ballet

One of the many reasons that I love Rodger is that he bought me "The Little Mermaid" ballet tickets for my birthday. I know he wasn't really interested in going but he bought them anyways. Then Friday night he hurt is back and didn't sleep at all and was pretty much miserable all of Saturday but he still went. He got dressed up and sat there through the whole thing in pain because he knew how much I wanted to see it.

The ballet was put on by The Inland Pacific Ballet Company was based on the Hans Christian Anderson version of "The Little Mermaid" with a happy twist at the end. In the version that the ballet company created they had the little mermaid's father give the prince fins so that he could become a merman and marry the little mermaid.

The set was beautiful and the dancing was unbelievable. The performers were so graceful and talented. The ballet was held in the Bridges Auditorium at the Claremont Colleges. It was my first experience at the ballet and I had a great time. I would highly recommend it.

For some reason these are fun to me

IPOD Shuffle Game Part 2

How am I feeling today? Red Ragtop- Tim McGraw

Will I get far in life? Nothin Better To Do- LeAnn Rimes

How do my friends see me? Lullaby- Dixie Chicks

Where will I get Married? Bless the Broken Road- Rascal Flatts

What is my best friend's theme song? My Girl- Temptations

What is the story of my life? Folsom Prison Blues- Johnny Cash

What is/was highschool like? Sexy Back- Justin Timberlake

How can I get ahead in life? Please Mr. Postman- Sam Hui

What is the best thing about me? Tell Me Baby- Red Hot Chili Peppers

How is today going to be? Some Days You Gotta Dance- Dixie Chicks

What is in store for this weekend? Shes the Blade- Sugarcult

What song describes my parents? Should've Been a Cowboy- Toby Keith

To describe my grandparents? Kiss From a Rose- Seal

How is my life going? Somewhere Only We Know- Keanne

How does the world see me? Walk On- U2

Will I have a happy life? White Christmas- Michael Buble

What do my friends really think of me? The Sweet Escape- Gwen Stefani

What should I do with my life? Get it Faster- Jimmy Eat World

Will I ever have children? Chasing Cars- Snow Patrol

What is some good advice for me? More Love- Dixie Chicks

What is my signature dancing song? Sweetest Thing- U2

What do I think my current theme song is? I Want You- Faith Hill

What does everyone else think my current theme song is? Fix You- Coldplay

What type of men/women do you like? Tim McGraw- Taylor Swift (I swear I didn't cheat)

IPOD Shuffle Game

Shuffle game rules:

1. Put your music player on shuffle.2. Press forward for each question.3. Use the song title as the answer to each question.

1.) Describe your first date. Is There Life Out There?- Reba McIntire

2.) What is your personal religion? White Trash Wedding- Dixie Chicks

3.) What do you think of your current hometown? Underneath it All- No Doubt

.4.) What do you feel guilty about? Snow (Hey Oh)- Red Hot Chili Peppers

5.) What embarrasses you? My Old Friend- Tim McGraw

6.) What kind of restaurant would you open? Everybody Knows- Dixie Chicks

7.) How do you feel about fall? Back to California- Sugarcult

8.) What's your greatest fear? Something More- Sugarland

9.) What's your biggest weakness? One- U2

10.) What was the last lie you told? Little Moments- Brad Paisley

11.) What's the biggest thing you learned in school? This Years Love- David Grey

12.) What did you dream your life would be like as a child? Warning Sign- Coldplay

13.) What was your first serious girlfriend/boyfriend like? Never Know- Jack Johnson

14.) What were you doing 10 years ago? Stealing Kisses- Faith Hill

15.) What will you be doing in 10 years? Feels Like Today- Rascal Flatts

16.) What does a cry for help from you sound like? Everyday America- Sugarland

17.) What do you buy at Wal-Mart? Bleed it Out- Linkin Park

18.) Describe your personal political philosophy. Voice Inside My Head- Dixie Chicks

19.) Do you like to travel? I Love This Bar- Toby Keith

20.) How do you feel about your coworkers? Wild Honey- U2