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Things That I Desperately Need for my Cheap Apartment:

We are poor.  We have a crappy apartment.  We are hardly investing in our future here.  So, this is my attempt to find decent looking substitutes for little cash by shopping at places that cater to our frugality.  One day I’ll get that Pottery Barn dresser or that Restoration Hardware coffee table.  But, until then we will shop at real people stores.  Everything represented on this list is from Target, Ikea, Walmart, Urban Outfitters, West Elm, CB2, etc.  Nothing too expensive.  Nothing too showy.

1. Key Rack.

I am always losing my keys.  I don’t even necessarily mean losing in the sense of misplacing them somewhere in our 750sq ft apartment.  I mean… losing them as in I’ve had stores mail them back to me at more than one occasion.  I’m absent-minded.  My brain is always being pulled in several different directions at once and the part that is assigned the role of paying attention to any detail of mundanity whatsoever has been on holiday for, um, ever.   So, I need all the help I can get.  Upon entering our humble abode directly to the right is a pony-wall with a six or seven inch ledge that we just empty our pockets onto upon arrival.   This isn’t working out for us.  We have one teensy weensy basket that serves as a catch-all for EVERYTHING.  It’s stuffed to the brim with coins, dog poop bags, sunglasses, wallets, keys, schedules, leashes, phones, etc.  We need order here.

Ikea: $14.99

LUNS Writing/magnetic board, antique stain Width: 19 " Height: 28 "  Width: 48 cm Height: 71 cm

Urban Outfitters: $39.99

Urban Outfitters: $12.00

Urban Outfitters: $8.00

Urban Outfitters: $20.00

Anthropologie: $12.99

2. Vases:

 I’m a sucker for vases and flowers.  I grew up in a home where the beauty of nature was revered and gardening was just a way of life.  Unfortunately, real flowers and plants are essentially out of the question here.  But, that is just completely unsatisfactory!  I need the color.  I need the glass reflecting the sunlight.  I need the feeling of the outdoors to assuage my cooped up soul.  So, I am forced by necessity to invest in artificial plants.  I do my best to steer away from tacky.   These little bursts of color do so much to break up the spartan stark nature of this white and beige apartment.

Ikea: $3.99

LANTSTÄLLE Vase, hanging assorted colors Height: 8 ¼ "  Height: 21 cm

Ikea: $14.99

CYLINDER Vase, set of 3, blue

Walmart: $49.99

Urban Trends 10'' Textured White Ceramic Vase

Urban Outfitters: $29.00

Target: $6.74

Product Image Ptted Faux Succulents - Set of 3

Target: $59.99

Product Image Hyacinth Silk Flower Arrangement

Urban Outfitters: $19.00

West Elm: $6.00

Recycled-Glass Bud Vases

West Elm: $19.00-$29.99

Recycled-Glass Jug

3.  Coin-Dish:

We are the type of people who rely on debit cards almost exclusively to pay for purchases.  But, I cannot even begin to tell you how many times we find ourselves checking our wallets for spare change for one reason or another.   This, of course, makes little sense considering we have a stockpile of change strewn about the house.  We definitely need a little dish where we can place all of the coins together in a little happy family.  And owls are cute.

Urban Outfitters: $6.00

West Elm: $6.00-$16.00

Porcelain Soap Dishes + Tray

4. Mugs:

Somehow in our many moves we have lost and/or broken most of our mugs.  Coffee and I used to have a very special relationship, but ended up growing apart and eventually separating completely.  Thus, mugs stopped being an essential element to my daily life.  However, recently our bond has once again strengthened and I am in the market for a brand new mugaboo.  I’m the first to admit I’m a bit of a coffee cup snob.  I’m ok admitting this.  Some are too big.  Some are too small.  Some are too stupid.  Some are too weirdly shaped.  Some are too ugly.  Some make no sense to me.  I had two that I loved.  One was the “1 gallon” blood donation mug I received in high school and the other was a New York City Empire State souvenir mug.   The former disappeared and the latter was broken.   I need mugs.

Ikea: $1.49

HURRIG Mug, white, turquoise Height: 4 " Volume: 8 oz  Height: 9.5 cm Volume: 25 cl

Walmart: $20.00 (for 2)

Konitz Art Gallery Van Gogh Mug (Set of 2)

Walmart: $29.99

Konitz Assorted Rocallie Mug (Set of 4)

Walmart: $16.00

Waechtersbach Decorated Mugs Skull and Crossbones Mug in Pink

West Elm: $10.00

Modernist Mugs

West Elm: $6.00

Alphabet Mugs

Urban Outfitters: $12.00

Anthropologie: $8.00

5. Plates, Cups, Bowls and the like:

We do dishes almost every day. But, somehow we still never have any dinnerware in the cabinets. Not to mention that our microwave is essentially equivalent to putting food outside on a hot rock to heat up. I think it was made in the 80’s. It has no rotating tray and has gone on to crack almost all of our “microwave safe” plates.

West Elm: $8.00

Nature Sun Print Dessert Plates

West Elm:  $20.00

Bird Melamine Plates

Ikea: $2.99

FÄRGRIK HÖGST Side plate, dark lilac, white Diameter: 8 "  Diameter: 21 cm

Ikea: $3.99

FÄRGRIK HÖGST Plate, light green, white Diameter: 11 "  Diameter: 27 cm

Ikea: $4.99

FÄRGRIK HÖGST Plate, dark lilac, white Diameter: 12 "  Diameter: 31 cm

Urban Outfitters: $6.00

Ikea: $2.99

FÄRGRIK HÖGST Bowl, white, dark lilac Diameter: 6 " Height: 3 "  Diameter: 16 cm Height: 7 cm

West Elm: $8.00

Naturalist Bowls

West Elm: $8.00

Modernist Bowls

Anthropologie: $8.00

CB2: $3.99

Target: $19.99

Product Image Vintage Tumbler Set of 4

6. Shower/Bathroom Organizational Tools:

I have never been to the Container Store, but I can guarantee you I would be completely overwhelmed by the awesome.  I love organization.  I love order. I love clean. I love neat.  And I can never keep the shower area as tidy as I would like.   I hate having clutter on the edges of the tub.  The shampoo will leak and leave sticky residue.  The razors and shaving cream leave rust marks.  There’s nowhere to hang the loofah.  It’s just way too stressful for me.  This is such a cheap solution that I cannot believe has eluded me all these years.   And while we’re at it–let’s just get rid of the ridiculous stainless steel toothbrush holder/waste basket situation that we have going on.  Stainless steel is the worst!  Finger prints finger prints finger prints!

Ikea: $6.99

BLANKEN Shower caddy, white Width: 9 ¾ " Depth: 4 ¼ " Height: 19 ¾ "  Width: 25 cm Depth: 11 cm Height: 50 cm

Walmart: $35.00

Creative Bath Madrid Ceramic Waste Basket

Walmart: $13.00

Mainstays Premium Over-the-Shower Caddy, Oil-Rubbed Bronze

Walmart: $16.00

Shower Caddy, Bronze

Target: $70.00

Product Image Tree Bath Collection

Walmart: $19.99

Bamboo Mat and Wastebasket

Walmart: $39.99

Creative Bath Black and White Waste Basket

Ikea: $9.99

LIMMAREN 4-piece bathroom set, light green

Target: $39.99

Product Image Tree Shower Curtain and Shower Hook Set - Brown
Product Image
Product Image Tree Shower Curtain - Chocolate (70x72")

ModCloth: $24.99

Legendary Blue Dots Shower Curtain

West Elm: $39.99

Stripe Shower Curtain, 72"x74", Feather Gray

CB2: $29.99

7. Rug:

Now, I have a rug.  I’ve been very fortunate to always receive my older sister’s hand-me-downs in this area.  I have an attractive rug with fairly neutral colors currently in my living room.  I have no qualms with it per se.  But, I’ve also had this same rug for six years.  And it has been marred once or twice by a renegade vacuum cleaner that left some intense divot marks on the top.  Rugs can be very pricey, but because I’m more concerned with superficiality rather than longevity–these would definitely do the trick.  I always have to be careful about dog-fur showing though 😦

Ikea: $19.99

GISLEV Rug, low pile, gray Length: 6 ' 5 " Width: 4 ' 4 "  Length: 195 cm Width: 133 cm

Walmart: $69.99

Terra Love Rectangle Area Rug Red

Walmart: $69.99

Terra Poppy Rectangle Area Rug, Orange/Red/Tan

Target: $150.00

Product Image DwellStudio® for Target® Garden Pattern Rug - 5x8'

Urban Outfitters: $49.99

8. Place-mats:

We have few possessions of great quality. Most of our furniture and the like comes from big-box stores: Target, Walmart, etc. But, Megan actually has a really nice dining room table. It’s a beautiful piece of furniture. We are not “sit down and have a formal meal” type of folks. We find ourselves much more content sitting on the chairs in the living room, doing crosswords with one another, watching Netflix and otherwise satiating our ADD brains. But, I do appreciate the aesthetics of it and want to capitalize on the attractive nature of if by making it a show-stopping focal point. UNFORTUNATELY, other than some Pottery Barn plates, a rag-tag bunch of assorted flatware, three wine glasses, and a modernized center piece…it’s barren. Place-mats are a start!

Ikea: $2.99

OMTYCKT Place mat, black Length: 15 " Width: 15 "  Length: 37 cm Width: 37 cm

Urban Outfitters: $3.00

Target: $9.99

Product Image Torre & Tagus Lace Print Placemat Set of 8 - 17.5x11"

Target: $39.99 (4)

Product Image The Chocolate Blues Place Mats Set of 4

9. Entertainment Console:

We are lucky to have nice electronics.  Our television isn’t HUGE, but it’s close to 40 inches and has a really great picture.  We also have a Wii, Xbox 360 and PS3.  So, our console is pretty full with games, systems, etc.   The current piece of furniture housing it all is actually a sofa table I had purchased from Target a few years ago:

Product Image Georgetown Console Table

It is currently selling for $140 from Target’s website and is part of the Georgetown Collection.  We also had the corresponding coffee table: ($120)

Product Image Georgetown Cocktail Table

Please do not buy these.  I know that I am advocating buying inexpensive pieces in lieu of a higher caliber product.  But, if I am paying over a hundred dollars for something I want it to not just fall apart on me.  ESPECIALLY, if it’s something like furniture that is rarely moved or messed with.  The coffee table lost all of its legs and had to have them all gorilla glued on.  And the console table has a noticeable separation where one of the drawers is super lopsided and has to be hammered from the bottom to close the gap every day.  Meg had turned the coffee table into an art piece after it broke last time:

Reconverted by strobot

But… when we moved from College Station we couldn’t fit it in the car and then never made it back there to pick it up.  So, we are fairly certain that Mr. Table has met an untimely demise.  So, we need new pieces of furniture for our place.  A coffee table is essential so that we can stop using our ottoman as a place for plates and cups–a bad idea to begin with and an even worse idea with a ridiculously wiggly dog and a food-obsessed cat.   And a console is a must to hold up all of our prized possessions!

Ikea: $199.99

HEMNES TV unit, black-brown Width: 58 5/8 " Depth: 18 1/2 " Height: 22 1/2 " Max. load: 110 lb Max screen size/flat screen TV: 50 "  Width: 149 cm Depth: 47 cm Height: 57 cm Max. load: 50 kg Max screen size/flat screen TV: 50 "

Target: $189.99

Product Image Wood TV / Gaming Console - Black

Walmart: $39.99

Mainstays Black TV Stand, for TVs up to 42"

Walmart: $199.99

 South Shore City Life TV Stand, for TVs up to 60"

Ikea: $19.99

LACK Coffee table, black-brown Length: 35 3/8 " Width: 21 5/8 " Height: 17 3/4 "  Length: 90 cm Width: 55 cm Height: 45 cm

Target: $129.99

Product Image Syrah Coffee Table-Espresso

Walmart: $89.99

Altra Coffee Table with Storage

10. Art:

Luckily, I have a fiance who is a brilliant artist (check out her stuff here:, so typically I do not ever need to purchase any pieces for the walls.  I am more than proud for our home to be adorned with the love, effort and brilliance that emanates from her works.  But, I can’t help but love framed posters, prints and photographs.  So, we try to strike a balance. 🙂   I know that when I look at Pottery Barn or House Beautiful magazine that clean, crisp and clutter-free are the way to go in regards to wall-art.  And when I move in to my first real house that will be the direction I take.  However, at this point in time, I love having all of the canvases and framed pieces greet me when I come home.  They make me happy and that’s really all that matters.

Ikea: $9.99

SOLMYRA Picture, moonglow Width: 27 ½ " Height: 19 ¾ "  Width: 70 cm Height: 50 cm

Ikea: $12.00

BILD Poster, New York city map Width: 27 ½ " Height: 39 ¼ "  Width: 70 cm Height: 100 cm

Target: $39.99

Product Image White Branches A Wall Art - 16x16"

Target: $59.99

Product Image Coral on Branch B Wall Art - 16x20"

Walmart: $31.99

Subway Framed Art

 Urban Outfitters: $24.00

Urban Outfitters: $24.00

West Elm: $49.99-$69.99

Metal Easel Adjustable Floating Frames

11. Mirror:

We have the world’s coolest, fanciest, most beautiful mirror.  BUT, it’s so huge and heavy that we have no where to put it.  So, we have to store it and find an alternative.  Something smaller, but with just as much appeal.   I hope that it will make the space look bigger if placed correctly.

Walmart: $20.00

8 x 8 Mirrors with Silk-Screened Branches, Set of 4

Walmart: $56.00

Geneva Wall Mirror

Target: $28.99

Product Image

Bed Bath and Beyond: $39.99

Bed Bath and Beyond: $29.99

12. Comforter:

We don’t NEED one, but I’ve had the same one for several years now and it’s seen better days.  I never was a fan of it.  Never will be.

Urban Outfitters: $79.99

Urban Outfitters:  $109.00

Target: $79.99

Product Image DwellStudio® for Target® Orbit Comforter Set

West Elm:

Organic Seedling Duvet Cover + Shams

Macy’s:  $190.00 (2 shams, bed skirt, comforter)

Macy’s: $99.00 (Bed in a Bag)

Target: $69.99

Product Image

West Elm: $99.99

Greek Key Duvet Cover + Shams

The Great Indoors: $169.99



Set of 3 Continent Pillows

Opus Shelving

Opus Shelving - photo

Owl Clock – Uncommon Goods

Owl Clock - Uncommon Goods - photo

Versailles Porcelain Mirror

Versailles Porcelain Mirror - photo

Winterset Collection Antique Cream Five Light Chandelier

Winterset Collection Antique Cream Five Light Chandelier - photo

Aquarium Table

Aquarium Table - photo

Super Mario Bros. Wall Decals

Super Mario Bros. Wall Decals - photo

branch side table

branch side table - photo

Shawn Lovell Metalworks Tree Bed

Shawn Lovell Tree bed

Pebble Rug

Pebble Rug - photo

illusion glass

illusion glass - photo

ferm LIVING World Map Wall Sticker

ferm LIVING World Map Wall Sticker - photo

Harry Allen’s Brush Vase

Harry Allen's Brush Vase (silver or white) - photo

Wood Candles

Wood Candles - photo

Recycled Metal Coasters

Recycled Metal Coasters - photo

west elm: vintage bird duvet cover + shams

west elm: vintage bird duvet cover + shams - photo

White ceramic narrative animals

White ceramic narrative animals - photo



Vertebrae Lamp

Vertebrae Lamp - photo

Monster hand Towels

Monster hand Towels - photo

monster lights

monster lights - photo

glass bell jars

glass bell jars - photo

Illuminated Remote Control Moon

Illuminated Remote Control Moon - photo

Grass Throw Pillow

Mood Beams - photo

Tokyo RoboClock

Tokyo RoboClock - photo

Urban Outfitters Absinthe Framed Poster

Urban Outfitters Absinthe Framed Poster - photo

Apothecary Double Sink Console for the bathroom

Apothecary Double Sink Console for the bathroom - photo

Espresso wood double sink bathroom vanity

Espresso wood double sink bathroom vanity - photo

Space Invaders Cutting Boards

Space Invaders Cutting Boards - photo

VivaTerra – Teak Ladder with Shelf

VivaTerra - Teak Ladder with Shelf - photo

Stainless Steel Ceiling Mirror

Stainless Steel Ceiling Mirror - photo

Holman Entertaining Shelves

Holman Entertaining Shelves - photo

Bird Bathtub

Bird Bathtub - photo



Outfitting my bad Urban self

Urban Renewal Vintage Menswear Blazer

Bird Stars V Neck

Tiger Tee

Bird Flight Tee

Color My Tee

True Religion Julie Skinny

Heathered Buttonfly Boyshorts

Betsey Johnson Intimates Eyelet Lace Demi Bra

Vintage Cowboy Boots

Frye Harness Boot

Nike Sweet Classic High

Sabina Leather Satchel

Asymmetrical Free Bird Necklace

Floral and Polka Dot Necklace

UO Compass Necklace

Glass Jaw Necklace

Waylaid Spinal Cord Necklace

Metal Many Charm Necklace

Waylaid Bare Ribs Necklace

Studded Wrap Bracelets

UO Leather Wrap Bracelet

Rope and Leather Bracelet

Urban Renewal Vintage Western Leather Belt

BDG Linen Fedora

Booty Buddy Blanket

Urbane Urbanity

Urban Outfitters would have my babies if that were possible.  I may not dig all their clothes–although some of them kick serious ass.  But, their stuff for “apartments” honestly is insanely awesome.  This is a useless blog entry, but I needed to express my intense adoration for some of these items:

Edie Wallpaper

Birch Tree Wall Mural

Doodle Ombre Wall Art 20×30

Devil Whale Wall Art by Jen Lobo 20×34

Horse Shoe Hook

International Love Wall Art by Alexander Girard 14×14

Hydrangea Bouquet Duvet Cover


50’s Birdcage Duvet Cover

Giraffes Duvet Cover

Haruki Slat Bench

Anywhere Sofa – Cherry

Stockholm Stacked Bookshelf

Sun Jar

Laboratory Flower Vases

Perching Bird Hook

Darth Vader Alarm Clock

Whale Ashtray

Illume Cylinder Candle

2×3 Owl Couple Printed Cotton Rug

3×5 Silhouette Flower Printed Rug

3×5 UO Triangles Rug

3×5 Antoinette Damask Printed Rug

60″ Round Radial Blast Printed Rug

Trompe L’Oeil Floor Mats

Ombre Pillow

Nautical Stripe Pillow

Owls Pillowcase Set

Mic Love Pillowcase Set

Four Eyes Pillowcase Set

Hand and Dove Pillowcases by Alexander Girard

Fleur Patchwork Pillow Shams – Set of 2

Tree Shower Curtain

Robot Toothbrush Holder

Vintage Faucet Soap Dish

Prizmagraphic Plate and Bowl

Tribal Watercolor Plate and Bowl

Textured Glass Tumblers

Skeleton Key Bottle Opener

Eagle Opener

Lego Walkie Talkie – Set of 2

Let’s Play Doctor

Beci Orpin Folk Rabbit Notebook

Wood You be Mine? Postcard

Japanese Paper Balloons

Love Bites Card

How To Be Inappropriate by Daniel Nester

Two Roads Diverged in a Wood

I was lying on the floor of my parent’s living room today, sprawled out, fan blowing cool air in my face, watching a repeat of “House Hunters” on HGTV when it happened. I had an itch.

And it just wouldn’t go away.

I couldn’t shake it.

Nothing from the medicine cabinet could mask the symptoms. Nope.

I got the itch to go tackle nature today. Unfortunately for me–it was one of the hottest days of recent memory. And not only that, oh no, not only that…but it was so warm, moist and humid that I honestly found myself gagging several times at the overwhelming disgustingness of the surrounding environment.

Damn man, I pine for life in a location where the air is dry, cool, refreshing and soothing for the soul. I don’t want, nor need, this east Texas air hanging heavy and thick as thieves constantly weighing me down–languidly sauntering about at a snail’s pace. It’s awful.

But, when nature calls, you hear it. And you abide by it’s wishes.. The call of the wild and such. I am feeling strangely drained of artistic juices. Creatively stifled by the tedious mundanity of everyday life.

Begin tirade: I hate how work no longer consists of any real work. It’s all a charade to me. Sure, you might feel tired after a long day in the office. But, to me–there is so much bull shit floating around the career world that it ceases to be an essential element of human survival –and thus unimportant to me. You know, I really ache for a real job requiring strength of character, strength of mind, ad strength of body. One where I’m gonna get a little dirty. One where I might have to partake in actual physical labor (GASP!) I don’t want busy work. I don’t want to do something that doesn’t fulfill me, that I don’t view as an intrinsic part of the cycle of life. Weird, yeah. So. I’m weird. Shocker.

But, seriously…I hate that we have become so reliant upon distractions to get us through the day. We crave indoor activities that keep us away from that which invigorates and refreshes us. We bitch and complain about every aspect of our lives. We are whiners. Class A douchey whiners. And so much of this would be alleviated if we were in touch with nature in some form or fashion.

We need the fresh air. We need the soothing sounds of the breeze blowing in the trees, of the waves crashing into cragged shorelines, of the hum and whir of insects and birds flitting about. We need to see the amber wheat dancing and swaying to the rhythm of the wind, the mind-numbingly beautiful color palettes of mother earth’s flora and fauna, the majestic peaks of the snow capped Cascades–just of all the natural beauty in the world. It’s out there. And we choose to hole ourselves up in our manufactured boxes (little boxes made of ticky tack), dulling our minds with video games, soaking up scripted slapstick sitcoms on the television, staring into a retina-burning computer screen for hours on end. This is what we do with our time. This is our life. Things. Materialism.

We just don’t fucking need it. We think we do. We think we need it. But, it’s just what we have evolved to believe. It’s what society has taught us to believe. Sure weaning off of the super happy funtimes that these things provide us would be tough. No question. It would take some detoxing, but with time we would regain our ability to live our lives free of diversions and fabricated amusements.

But, that’s just not going to happen.

So, instead of that drastic change in direction, I choose the alternative route–and that is to peel my pale light-sensitive ass away from the couch and out into the sunshine–forcing my vampire-self to soak up the rays and enjoy the outdoors the way we all should.

Today was one of those days. Lots of running. Lots of spider webs dodged. Lots of sweat. Lots of delusions of being stalked. Lots of memories from the past. Lots of discoveries and learning opportunities.

My dog, Raleigh and I (Harper is on the DL with a bum paw), ventured out into the wild–or perhaps more accurately– into the sparse forests of our suburban neighborhood. We weren’t risking life and limb here. We were traversing over trails worn with years of wear from kids, dogs and deer. I more or less know what to expect out there. But, of course, I am always wary. It is dangerous. I have experience with this. However, everything worth doing has a little bit of a risk factor to it. And that’s what makes it fun!

I took my camera with me and documented some of it. Enjoy:

Yes I was born this badass (dorkish). The beginning of the adventure.

I love when the sun shines through the trees. So beautiful.

Trail that I know well.

Stuff. Nothing interesting. An amalgam of weeds, purple flowers, pine saplings, and other greenery.

We have a shit ton of coniferous pines here. These are babies. You can see Raleigh's head right der.

Sigh. Love these trails.

Tree uprooted during Hurricane Ike last year. I saw three today.

Here I am professoring your ass and showing you a root of the downed tree.

Anotha downed tree. Sad. Interesting how shallow the roots go.

A fallen log with intersting colors, patterns, textures, etc. I love this.

Same log. Out of focus. With some green and brown.

One of the few pieces of evidence that fall is upon us.

What are these doing here?

Escaped the forest! Raleigh is thanking me for jumping across a creek with an elevated embankment with her in my arms. I appreciate the snuggle kisses.

Our neighborhood really is pretty.

My face of discontent. WANT HOME NOW. NO MORE NATURE.

My street!

And.... death. Well, right after I took this picture, duh.

The forgotten stepchild: Kohls: Whatchoowear

Relic® Grommet Fabric Belt

ELLE™ Aviator Sunglasses

Mudd® Felt Fedora

Candie’s® Plaid Square Scarf

Chaps Plaid Woven Scarf

Croft & Barrow® Striped Muffler Scarf

SO® Striped Flip-Top Gloves

SONOMA life + style® Fleece Ear-Flap Hat

Chaps Double-Breasted Jacket

apt. 9® Career Jacket

LC Lauren Conrad Brushstroke Sheath Dress

Chaps Babydoll Dress

LC Lauren Conrad Watercolor Ruffled Dress

SONOMA life + style® Argyle Hooded Henley Sweater

Croft & Barrow® Mock-Layer Argyle Sweater

Chaps Twill Pencil Skirt

SONOMA life + style® Roll-Tab Shirt

apt. 9® Satin Shirt

Chaps Checkered Shirt

SONOMA life + style® Denim Shirt

SONOMA life + style® Pin-Striped Camp Shirt

Chaps Chambray Shirt

Derek Heart® Camp Shir

Chaps Linen Shirt

Chaps Waffle-Weave Hooded Top

Chaps Ruffled Tank

Unionbay® Canoe Camouflage Bermuda Shorts

Chaps Roll-Tab Polo

Simply Vera Vera Wang Kago Tall Boots

Simply Vera Vera Wang Ibis Heels

SONOMA life + style® Casidy Boots

Simply Vera Vera Wang Jardine Dress Heels

FILA SPORT® Pasadena Sneakers

ELLE™ Delano Tote

axcess Paris Index Wallet

Chaps Black Stone Beaded Necklace

axcess Silver-Tone Faux-Suede Tree Pendant

Simply Vera Vera Wang Jet-Tone Crystal Necklace

Croft & Barrow® Silver-Tone Beaded Necklace

Apt. 9® Jet-Tone Crystal Floral Brooch

Hitting the Target: Part TwoDeux: Things to Decor your Home with

Tree Shower Curtain Set – Brown

Ruffles Shower Curtain

Tree Wastebasket

Home Microplush Striped Throw – Brown (50×60″)

Thomas O’Brien® 3-pc. Towel Set-Image Blue

Room Essentials® 6-Drawer Dresser – Black

The Wine Enthusiast Hanging Metal Stemware Rack

Timber Coffee Table – Black

Bench with Storage Baskets – Black

White Down Alternative Comforter

Home Crushed Taffeta Window Panel – Rocky River

Zania Stripe Window Panel – Wedgewood

Media Blackout Grommet Top Panel-Dusty Blue

Contemporary Swivel Mirror – Black

Westwood Vanity Set – Dark Ebony

Fieldcrest Bath Collection – White

5 Lites Chandelier – Beige & Gold W/Prism Crystals, B 60Wx5

Prepac Storage Headboard – Black (King)

Avington Dining Collection

Vertigo 4-pc. Shelf Set – Black

Smith & Hawken® Spooky Halloween Door Mat

Wall Candelabra – 4 Light

Chandelier/ Rosie Dots/ Lights Camera Action Canvas Wall Art 3-pc. Set – 12×12″

Central Avenue Skyline Framed Art – 37×17″

Antique Globe Map Framed Print

Purple Floral Pattern Gallery Wrapped Canvas – 20×20″

Canvas Wall Decor – Gray Diamond (18×18″)

Orange Floral Pattern Gallery Wrapped Canvas – 20×20″

2 Sheets Snap Instant Wall Art – Chandelier (39.75 x 11.25″)

Why? – Blue (16 x 20″)

Multi-Colored Wave 2006 by Robert Mazur – 37×26″

Marine – 18 x 36″

Sea and Sky II – 16 x 20″

Misty Memory II – 20 x 24″

Aspen Canvas

Printed Canvas – Forest Dawn (28 x 20″)

Set Of 3 Myah Wall Panels – Tree Pattern

Frosted View Framed Art

Home Exploded Floral Rug – Black (30×48″)

DwellStudio™ for Target® Garden Pattern Rug – Brown (5×8′)

Blotting-Black Carolina Fleece Rug – Black (79×116″)

Sofia Rug – Black/ Ivory (2’6″x4’6″)

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Modular Sectional Sofa

Soho Arm Chairs

Queen Anne’s Lace Upholstered Chair Collection

Brady Bookcase with Sliding Doors – Black

Bedford Entertainment Credenza

Kira Vases – White

Franklin Globe – Antique Ocean (12″)

Ocean Globe – Black (5″)

Black Distressed Map Wall Clock

Table Clock “Aaltje” – Black (3.5″)

Medallion Dining Collection – Black and White

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Hitting the Target Part 1: Things to Dress Oneself With

Mossimo Supply Co. Scarf – Red

Merona® Bird Print Core Tote

Xhilaration® Felt Pork Pie Fedora – Black

Xhilaration® Felt Fedora – Camel

Mossimo® Black: Crewneck Ultrasoft Sweater – Ebony

Converse® One Star® Sport Shirt – Dark Olive

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Merona® Herringbone Riding Jacket With Four Pockets – Brown

Juniors’ Mossimo Supply Co. Boyfriend Flannel Top – White/Black Buffalo Check

License Juniors Halloween Night Flight Graphic Tee – Grey

Mossimo Supply Co. Juniors Stretch Core Top – Green Stripe

Xhilaration® Juniors Sleeveless Scoopneck Ruffle Knit Top – Bordeaux Red

Junior’s Xhilaration® Sleeveless Knit/Woven Tank Dress – Light Grey/Charcoal

Converse® One Star® Chain Hobo – Black

Converse® One Star® Lemarie Denim Skrt – Other Wash

Converse® One Star® Look 3 Collection

Converse® One Star® Tile Top Tee Shirt – Cradle Blue

Xhilaration® Juniors Long French Terry Jacket – Black

Genuine Turquoise Nugget Necklace

Timex Black Leather Indiglo Quick-Date Dress Watch

Women’s Journee Collection Buckle Accent Mid-calf Boots

Brandi Carlile: Give Up The Ghost

Ah, yes.  Deep breath.  Oh muffins, the long anticipated release of Brandi’s Carlile’s third album, “Give up the Ghost” is here.  FUCKING FINALLY!  Rejoice! Their previous record, “The Story” dropped back in April of 2007.   Yes, you are counting right…TWO AND ONE HALF YEARS AGO.  It’s been agonizing.  Brandi fans began prematurely salivating in anticipation last year when insiders pegged them at Blackbird Studios in Nashville recording away.  Thus, we naturally assumed that we’d have a brand new shiny album to jam our little hearts out to by the end of 2008.

Yeah, no.  Apparently they scrapped that entire recording effort.  It wasn’t right.  Wasn’t good enough.  And who can argue with that?  Expecting perfection, understanding that the material they possessed was TOO.FUCKING.GOOD to be presented and preserved in a mediocre manner.  The fans deserved better…hell, they deserved better.  They want to be proud of what they put out.  They understand their indefinable potential as musicians.   That is admirable.  THAT is why I respect them so much.  They don’t make music to buy fancy cars or multi million dollar mansions.  They don’t crave the fame. It’s not about the money.  They make music because it’s in their blood.  It is who they are.  I hate to be cliche, but, this is what they were born to do.  And boy if that doesn’t shine through on this record.

Brandi and the boys (Tim Hanseroth, Phil Hanseroth and Josh Neumann) have been touring relentlessly since 2007.  Wearily crusading across the country, suitcase and instruments in tow, playing show after show, staying late to greet their biggest fans–always with a smile and a hug, always thanking the individual, the one who drove eight hours to see them perform, always understanding that without these devoted followers they would not be where they are today.   They GET it.

They used this time on the road to write some fresh new material, and to then craft those songs from their rudimentary incarnation to the technically advanced and perfected versions we now hear on the record– playing them for live audiences, gauging the crowd’s reactions, getting a feel of the flow and the energy, all the while honing their skills as musicians and giving each outing 110 percent.   They never let you in on how fatigued they are–they aren’t going to stand onstage and complain about the red eye flights, trans-Atlantic hops, how lonely and sick of the traveling they are.  They won’t do that.  The crowd injects them with adrenaline–and you best believe you are going to get a kick-ass show regardless of any band member’s personal issues.  They leave any problems on the tour bus…and then give you every ounce of energy they have left while on stage.   I remember after I took my parents to a show in Houston back in September of 2007–my third show EVER (I’ve been to more than twenty at this point)– my dad said to me afterward–“She sure does sing her heart out, doesn’t she?”  Damn straight she does.

Now on to the review:

I am not sure if I’ve given it enough time to sink in yet.   I’ve heard each of the eleven songs on the record a million times (estimation), but each listen hand delivers my ears something new to admire–whether it be an inflection in Brandi’s voice, a pluck on the electric guitar, or the brilliance evident in the vocal layering.  Something new.  Something different.  Something that leaves my mouth agape in awe and admiration.

I’ll be honest with you, because I always am, but the first time I heard this album–I wasn’t blown away.  I just wasn’t.  My expectations were sky-high.  I wanted it to change the way I view music.  I wanted it to literally knock my socks off with its bad-assness.  And I will go ahead and address my negativity right at the start– I felt that the vocals lacked passion.

There I said it.

I will probably face the wrath of an army of Brandi devotees.  But, please understand that I am in no way a music critic.  I am just one person.  I hear things and I process and internalize them the way my little brain is programmed to do.  I’m different than everyone else–and just because I feel a certain way about something doesn’t mean that I’m right or wrong.   So, there is my disclaimer.

Now let me discuss why I feel (felt) that way.

I am a literary geek.  I have said it many times– I think poetically.  I view the world in this way.  Thus, in the musical sphere of things I am most moved by a song’s lyrics–if I can’t connect to them or see them as a carefully crafted piece of art then I am more than likely not going to be a fan.  At least initially.

I view them as little short stories.  A peek inside of the many complexities of the human mind.  Lyrics provide the listener with a glimpse at the musician’s most private and intimate thoughts.  Oftentimes I feel almost uncomfortable hearing them.  Brandi and the twins are especially insightful–airing out their dirty laundry for the world to hear.  It seems that they find some semblance of absolution from this outlet.  They are incredibly schooled in the musical world–they understand that the amount of touring they endure could EASILY  narrow the breadth of their writing to the point of drowning in myopia–only reflective of their immediate surroundings.   So they have made a conscious effort to step OUT of that mindset and into one of wider issues.

In fact there is only one “road” song on the album–and it’s a barn burner, folks.  It bares a strong resemblance in terms of attitude to  “What Can I Say?” and “Have You Ever” from previous releases–it’s the down-home, acoustic, soul searching, foot-stompin’, finger snappin’ crowd favorite.   If you find yourself not wanting to clap along and bop your head along with Brandi as she belts out the chorus in “Dying Days,” the second song on the album–then you have a broken brain…and I urge you to get that checked out IMMEDIATELY.  It’s just an all-around authentic tune–and I can PROMISE you that it captures the same energy that is immensely evident in the live performances.  For those unfamiliar with Brandi or her live shows–she plays this song unplugged–solely acoustic–with just her vocal power to carry it into the back rows of the theater she inhabits.  And the recorded version sounds EXACTLY the same, which says a whole hell of  a lot about Ms. Carlile’s singing ability, but they were able to ADD touches, nuances and instruments (specifically cello, sigh) that give it a fuller more incredible sound.  It takes that unplugged vibe and multiples it by a bajillion.  I’m very impressed with how it was translated to the record. In fact, I can find no faults there.

What I dig most about this record is the variety that is at once evident.  The album starts off with a bang with the intellectually rawkin’ “Looking Out.”  Featuring the gritty androgynous vocals of the Indigo Girls’ Amy Ray (a personal favorite of mine), the opening track immediately offers pensive brooding lyrics expressing angst, confusion and apprehension about life and love in a fast-paced no holds barred kinda way.  It’s an immediate punch to the system–letting you know that this album is not going to be easy-breezy and soothing to the soul.  So be prepared.

We then segue into “Pride and Joy,” a song that’s been making the tour rounds since the spring of 2007–ever evolving, ever transforming as the band smoothed out the kinks–experimenting with different keys, different instrumentation, different tones, different tempos–they even added a slow building yet phenomenal rock’n’roll ending to it that brings the house down EVERY SINGLE TIME–no matter how often you’ve seen it.  Yes, it’s that awesome.

But, for the record they went a completely different route–bringing back that original heartfelt acoustic sound–slow, passionate verses tinged with sorrow and painful memories–and then the crescendo of strings at the end truly carries Brandi’s voice to a completely different level of amazing.  It’s just… just perfect.

Let’s talk about Pride and Joy for a minute longer.

I was taking a bubble bath today, lights off, candles burning, headphones on–concentrating on nothing other than the music filtering in and out of my ear.  Pride and Joy came on–track 3–and I admit I got a lump in my throat and perhaps a teary eye.  Now, I’m not an over-emotional woman folk when it comes to movies or music.  Shit.  I’ve never cried after hearing a song in my entire life.  But, fuck.

Music is always up to interpretation by the listener, which, of course, is the beauty of it.  And I analyze lyrics to death.  I try to relate to every song I hear–and if I can’t–it’s not as powerful nor as interesting to me as it would have been otherwise.  Pride and Joy stabs my heart, not once, but as many times as it can in the 3 minutes or so the song continues on for.  It stabs, twists, and proceeds to absolutely shreds it to pieces.  Why?  Because of my perception of what mindset Brandi most likely wrote these lyrics from.  As a twenty-three year old kid–as a daughter to two wonderful parents–parents who are very southern and conservative, with religious upbringings and very strong opinions in the political and moral arena….as someone who came out as a lesbian about a year and a half ago–I feel that I can relate HEAVILY to this song.

I’ve always felt that.  I’ve always believed this song to be about her parent’s reaction to her coming out.  And if it’s not about that, it sure as shit doesn’t lessen the impact of how I respond to the lyrics.  The chorus to this tune has shifted rather dramatically since it’s inception–and honestly I never really believed that particular change to be a positive one.  I thought it weakened the entire song.

Until today.

And then I cried when I finally grasped the significance of it:

“Where are you now?  Do you let me down?  Do you make me grieve…for you?

Do I make you proud?  Do you get me now?  Am I your pride…and joy?”


I can’t even handle it.  Personal experiences y’all.  Those thoughts absolutely without a doubt run through your head.  You make a huge sacrifice and gamble when sharing that part of your life with your family.  You have no clue what the repercussions of that admission will have upon you and your relationship with those you love the most.  It could completely destroy everything.  You don’t know.  You can only hope.  It’s a big risk.  You want them to be there for you.  You want, so desperately, for them to understand, to comfort you during your moments of weakness, when you are so unsure about your future.  They are your parents and you expect them to be there for you.  You expect them to love you–to make things right–to hold you and be there by your side no matter what your sexual orientation is.  But, the truth is…. they might not be.  It’s a harsh reality.  My mom told me that she lost something that day I told her.  She told me that I had disappointed her–that I had become a pock mark on the family.  She was hurt.  She wanted me to GRIEVE FOR HER.  She wanted me to console her.  She wanted me and everyone else to feel sorry for her.  She was in no position or condition to provide me with the support or acceptance that I so desperately craved and needed.   And it was with that memory that I finally got those lyrics.  I finally understood them and view them as indescribably tragic.  Painfully tragic.

On my first couple of listens I felt that Brandi did not pack the vocal track with enough emotional wallop.  It seemed lacking in some way.  Where was the heartache?  Where was the pain?  But, then I shifted my view on this matter–and realized that the pain was there… you CAN hear it in her voice–it’s a deeply embedded sadness.  It’s that stunned, emotionless, immense disappointment that is so far beyond anger and the forced superficiality of tears and whining.  It’s a more numbing dull feeling that is communicated just beautifully here.  Just listen and you’ll hear it, too.

Oh and PS.  The addition of the piano to the verses–bangarang.  Great choice. It adds so much by using so little.

HOWEVER, I can’t be quite so forgiving on the track titled “I Will.”  Sigh.  This is perhaps the most epic letdown of the album for me, personally.   I had heard this song performed once previously–and fell instantly in love.  The best part of “I Will” was always the lyrics.  God damn I feel those bitches deep within my bones.  It’s one of those songs that I believe to be almost TOO personal to share with us.  It’s deep.  It’s candid.  It’s very honest.  It’s very very honest, in fact.  Ha.  If I had inspired this song–I’d be almost upset that she had opened her heart up THIS MUCH to the world–and with such permanency.  After the record is completed–there is no changing it.  It is what it is–now and forever.  And those feelings and emotions will always be captured in one format or another.  You can’t escape it.

But it was because of that very intimacy–the exposure of the underbelly of what we perceive to be golden, shiny and perfect in Brandi’s life as anything but.  She experiences the devastation of relationships and the crippling dissolution of love just like the rest of us.  She’s got some depth to her that one does.

And the original incarnation of this song expressed that authentic anguish that I desperately miss in the studio release.  Whereas in the original you could hear the grief and the woe emanating from her voice–she sounds despondent at times, angry at times, completely emotionally drained at others.  When she wails out that bridge, she rattles the insides of everyone in the crowd with her exasperated passion.  You really get a sense of what she’s experiencing–reluctant acceptance with a side of resentment.  She sings it like she means it.  And the accompanying instrumentation did nothing to detract from this.

So, naturally I was beyond excited to hear how it came out on the album.  And, well.  Meh.  I still like it, of course.  But, it DEFINITELY lacks the emotion of the live version.  There is no question.  And I’m not qualified to make this assumption–but she sounds almost…vapid? Spiritless? Bland?  If I were critiquing this in a scholarly way I would give her the benefit of the doubt and make a case for her vocals being delivered in this way because clearly she was singing from a state of desolation–of exhaustion–of hollowness.  Literally devoid of any passion or ability to feel–because boy if we don’t know how love can do that to us!

But, I am not sure if that was the point–because the music is so upbeat and almost…cheerful sounding?  The musical arrangement is bright and happy, with quasi-boring vocals and heart-wrenching lyrics.  It’s just a confusing song.  Like if I just heard the instrumental arrangement I’d think I was in a Disney musical or romantic comedy–but if I read the lyrics I’d think I was reading a Sylvia Plath poem.  Sweet and sour don’t always mix.  I’m blaming this one on her dislike of studio recording and her lack of performing in front of an audience.  Yeah, I’m making excuses.  Whatev.

And I was really looking forward to it being awesome.

I will say, however, that the twins (Tim and Phil) really do add to the song with vocal contributions.  They provide the perfect backdrop to the moments where Brandi DOES inject some life into the singing. They sound ALMOST creepy, but in a hauntingly beautiful… perfect kinda way.

The twins are just kick ass in general.  They have matured beautifully in the past couple of years–they have pushed themselves in terms of musical growth.  With their instrumental skills and their ability to harmonize–I would go so far as to say that they are completely indispensable to Brandi…as is the cellist, Josh Neumann.  They are a little family–close knit–and almost eerily connected both in the studio and on stage.

Tim’s guitar work on Before it Breaks is fucking ridiculous.  It takes an already amazing song (my favorite on the record) and makes it one of the best I’ve ever heard.  Overstatement?  No.  It’s not.  And it doesn’t stop there–the rootsy acoustic feel of “Dying Days,” “Touching the Ground” and “If There Was No You” is so beautifully addicting–and it could not have been composed any better.  Shout out to Phil’s bass work and Josh’s cello on this particular song as well.  Every instrument is highlighted here.  They brought out the big guns on this one!  And those vintage instruments utilized seem so fucking REAL and authentic.  I mean, it’s exactly how these songs SHOULD sound.  So genuine.  Just the imagery of weathered arch back guitars, strings dusty and worn with years of play, hollow sound hole frayed, frets discolored from use, pick guards tarnished and missing their initial sheen.  Dirty, gritty and bordering on unrefined–but then you hear that voice.  While her voice may be “imperfect” by traditional standards,  it is nothing if not bell clear and goddamn beautifully versatile.

She expresses that multi-faceted nature of her voice in songs like “That Year” and “Oh Dear,”  where she branches out of her natural deep throaty intonations into a more angelic soft and delicate falsetto.  I’m not sure if she wanted to prove her diversity as a singer, or if she felt that those pitches were best suited for the particular songs–but either way, we get it Brandi you are a BAMF!  If you go back to her earliest recordings and compare them to now–you will be SHOCKEDAMAZEDASTOUNDEDAWED by how much she has grown in the vocal department.  It’s insane.  And now there is nothing I would change.  Her voice is what sets her apart from the rest of the female singer-songwriters out there.  It’s unique.  It is special.  And she appears to do it with little or no effort.  When I picture Brandi in her private life–I just assume she walks around like she’s in a goddamn musical–sing songing absolutely every thing.  I’m pretty sure I’m right.

I prefer her deeper tones, but I have to admit that “That Year” sounds absolutely BEAUTIFUL on the record.  Shit.  She nailed every note–and it’s the little things that heighten that songs success as a single-worthy entity.  It’s the tinge of electric guitar at certain moments throughout this track and the pounding of the piano keys and background vocal work that create this incredibly haunting atmosphere that is just un-fucking-believable.

However, the same fate is not bestowed upon the album’s final track, “Oh Dear.”  I’ve never liked this song.  I don’t like the twin’s vocals–don’t like Brandi’s–don’t like the use of the ukulele–don’t particularly like the lyrics–although they are certainly the most redeeming factor of this tune.  It’s just an anticlimactic way to end the record–and I think despite it’s vintage flair that it just doesn’t work.   It may be a technically “good” song, but it doesn’t seem to fit in here and I feel it’s going to be the “Gone,” “Shadow on the Wall” and “Losing Heart” of the previous releases–the one I skip over every single time.  Might be for some people–not for me.

Got a few more tracks to touch upon: “Dreams,”  “Caroline,” “Touching the Ground” and “If There Was No You.”

All up-beat tracks–all perky and bouncy in tone–if not necessarily in meaning.

“Dreams” is the first single from the new album–and rightly so.  It’s not “The Story,” but it is a FUN song.  And it’s very very catchy and poppy–in a good way.  I constantly want to jump around and dance to it–routinely playing air guitar along with Tim and Brandi during the musical interlude.  And the song is about sex–so that’s cool.  Ha!  They played this song for the first time in Austin when they opened for the Indigo Girls.  It was a hot hot sweaty outdoor show–and I was rushing through the crowd, pushing through a mass quantity of angry lesbians as I kept cutting my way through them trying to find the front of the stage–when they started playing this song… “…Dreams, I have dreams…”   My girlfriend and I knew immediately that this was gonna be a good one.  And over a year later we still harbor the same opinion for this track.  It’s just infectious–Beatles-esque at times–full of energy… and it REALLY showcases Brandi’s scream to the fullest.  And that’s totally a good thing.  I love it when she sing screams.  God, I love it.

I support this choice of single and I can’t wait to see the video for it.

Moving along.

Caroline is the biggest surprise of “Give Up the Ghost” for me.  I never really fell head over heels for the live version of this song.  I thought there was a shit-ton of wasted lyrical brilliance here.   It’s a sweet cutesie song that Brandi wrote about her little baby niece of the same name.  I like to pretend it was about a love interest–because honestly I’m not kid-crazy.  I don’t get it.  I’m going to be an aunt soon (December 25th! so soon!) and I hope to god that I can be this devoted and into my niece as Brandi apparently is.

It’s a catchy little song though–and some of the lyrics

“I have seen the canyon lands, crooked lines like in your hands, you’d swear the earth was split in two, I wouldn’t lie I promise you that…”


“they’ve built towers to the sky, it hurts sometimes to watch them try, they run themselves into the ground, but I know you will love them, city lights and city sounds there is beauty in the struggle

Those are are effing brilliant.  Seriously.  In all honestly I think they should have been saved for a better song.  But, I’m probably in the minority with that opinion.

What really saved this song for me was the addition of  Elton John’s killah piano licks.  Dayum mayn.  He sure does kick ass.  Yes he does.  He turned this song into a ragtime americana tinged tune–syncopated, rhymatic, and dance-worthy.  It’s such a throwback number.  I love it.  He also adds his vocals to this one, which I was not blown away by.  In fact, had I not known that it was Sir Elton–I probably wouldn’t have been able to identify him!

The other positive sweet song on the album would have to be “If There Was No You,” which I have quoted to my girlfriend numerous times.  “If you were my boat in the deep blue sea, I’d probably sink you down, I know I should have thanked you for carrying me, but for you I would happily drown.”  Sigh.  Hits kinda close to home for Em and I, but at the end of the day it’s a lovely romantic-ish ballad that I bet Brandi struggled to write.  She so frequently scribes from such a dark dark place that scouring her psyche for lyrical inspiration in the happiness vein was probably extremely taxing.  I know it would be for me.  And Brandi and I are vest sisters after all. I get it, Brandi. Heh.

And finally… “Touching the Ground.”  It seemed to me at first that this selection was a bit of a throwaway filler track.  I know that’s awful to insinuate, but that’s just how I viewed it.  It appeared to be rather mundane; nothing new or inspiring about it–just a few chords, a simple melody, uncomplicated verses, etc. etc.

But, ya know what?  I really dig the album version.  I do.  I love how when you listen with headphones the guitar comes through in one ear and the vocals are in the other.  It’s an interesting and appreciated element of the song.  And yeah, the lyrics aren’t groundbreaking, but they do resonate with the listener.  They are at once introspective, while still being simplistic.  And there ain’t no problem with that.

There are still an inordinate amount of flourishes and minor details to appreciate in repeated listens.  Small things.  But, ones that make the record whole and complete.  And can I just say how much I dig the drums?

So, that about wraps up the mega monolithic super duper fun time extraordinaire review with bonus features.  Trust me, I will never again take on such a blogging project again.  But, this album is important to me–and I know it is important to more than a few of you guys probably reading this.  Brandi has had a significant impact on my life and I say that with no hesitation or hint of shame.  It is what it is.  I credit her for granting me the confidence to come out, to conquer my fears and start playing the guitar and singing for friends and family, and for introducing me to a shit ton of new friends (Check out Again Today and meet more amazing Brandi fans) and music.  And perhaps most importantly, for bringing my girlfriend and I together.

It’s more than just music to me.

And while this album is not perfect.  It’s not.  There is always room to grow and develop–and things that I think fall a little short on this final cut–but it’s pretty damn good.  At times it is AMAZING in its brilliance.  It’s my favorite, by far of her records.  But,  I also don’t think Brandi and the boys expected this record to be perfect.  I know that they have more up their sleeves.  And they are still young.  They are going to make more albums that change the way we listen to music.  They will keep providing us with relatable tunes that are both emotionally packed and easy to jam too.  Those of us who know about the Brandi Carlile Band know that they are special–know that they have more to offer than the average band–and for a little while longer they are our secret…our treasure to covet…and our discovery to share with the world.

Rock on, guys.

Ode to the Red Rubber Ball

Let me tell you about the best dog toy ever purchased.

Spot Zap Ball Flash 'N Sound Dog Toy

Yeah, that’s right.  That little red rubber ball of smiles and rainbows is called the Spot Zap Ball Flash ‘N Sound Dog Toy and can be found at PetCo.  It is made of a really durable material that Raleigh has yet to destroy–which is actually quite impressive, I must say.

According to the manufacturer the Spot Zap Ball is awesome because:

  • Entertain your dog with the ball that lights up on impact, then whistles, chirps, rings, and much more
  • Flashing ball makes eight different wacky sounds when it’s whacked on a hard surface
  • Great for day or night play

A lot of that shiz is true.  It does make sounds that are awfully similar to the emergency signals my old school electronic ambulances and police cars made.  I kid you not!  They aren’t good sounds.  They are annoying.  BUT! The dog loves it.  Or she loves to try to kill it.

And… it does light up!  But, I would not recommend playing in the dark, because it does not STAY lit up.  It only lights up for a short period of time and then shuts off.  SO… if your dog can’t find it–there is no chance of you finding it!

We keep it indoors–it’s one of her special time indoor happytime playtoys.  Don’t we all of those?  Heh.  TMI?  Yes.

At any rate, she is literally obsessed with this ball.  I will try to get some video of her obsession tomorrow.  It’s hilarious.  I mean, I feel sorry for her brain racing at a tetratrillion miles per hour.  She’s like a crack/meth head + speed + adderall + insane.  It’s fun for me, but I worry about her little whacked out bunny heart sometimes.

I have noticed that the sound started to be hit or miss with this ball pretty quickly after purchasing it.  But, that could be faulty batteries.  Whatever.  It’s still the pimpest toy, like, evah.

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This picture is amazing for so many reasons. 1) the little red ball. 2) i'm lying on the floor with a guitar 3) Raleigh is being obsessed 4) I'm lying my head on a bunch of dirty clothes and finally 5) my dad is acting as a lighting professional by angling the lamp just so... LOL

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I had a long night.  Two consecutive days of no sleep.  I’m wearing my pajamas from yesterday.  It’s nighttime. Mosquitoes are swarming.  My dad asks me to go outside and pose so that he could check his photo equipment.  I carried the ball with me.  And made a gangsta/pouty face.  BadASS

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