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It’s now the end of the week and I said on Monday I’d try to convince myself to be OK, but I’m not there. I’m not even close. Maybe your week has been tough too and maybe all we need is a little tough love from the vast corners of the interwebs.
So here’s a little something to try and believe that you’ll be OK and that I’ll be OK.
*None of these images are mine, but rather a few items I’ve pinned along the way. You can find their sources & other inspirational words on my ‘Words’ board.
In 1991, Pearl Jam released their debut album, Ten, and it included ‘Jeremy’.
In 1998, I got my first EVAR boyfriend. His name was also Jeremy. This wasn’t our jam by any means (that was some Goo-Goo dolls song), but I do like to draw that parallel, albeit weak.
90’s grunge is the perfect stress reliever and this week, I needed to post something a little grunge. I was going to throw some Marilyn Manson at you, but decided that was maybe a little TOO heavy, so I went with Pearl Jam instead. You’re welcome.
Back in the 90’s, there were a few clear signs that one day I’d grow up and fall in love with a man that had a sexy accent. Bush (and Gavin Rossdale) was one of those signs. I just couldn’t get over the way he said strawberries.
I also remember the day my sister’s Rolling Stone came in the mail and Gavin Rossdale graced the cover. Talk about teen obsession. I stole that magazine faster than a diabetic kid in a candy shop. I can’t actually remember if I ever gave it back, though I’m sure we fought about it, at which point I vehemently denied ever seeing it.
Gavin was my first teen celebrity crush and I just knew we could make our 20 year age gap work. He had a sexy accent and I was in love. Plus, I did own his first 2 albums, Sixteen Stone and Razorblade Suitcase. What more proof did he need?
However, I did miss the 3rd album, The Science of Things, when it debuted in 1999 as I think I was in love with a senior boy at the time. I was making progress from idolizing unreachable celebs to awkwardly flirting with seniors (as a freshman).
Gawd, was I awkward, but Bush were iconic. So here’s ‘Glycerine’ off of their first album, Sixteen Stone, released in 1995.
I still love when he sings ‘strawberry fields’ and I do vow to see him in concert if they ever tour again. I’ll be the 30-something screaming in the back like I’m 14 all over again.
For Crankypants: a tribute to the one and only, Vox/interwebs sensation…Elvy. Goodbye furry friend.
Elvy butt, so what?
Shmoooooches from Cranky.
Me trying to get in on the fun. Elvy not having it.
Crankypants – I hope you don’t mind the trip down memory lane as I had to dig through the Vox archives for these photos. 2007 just didn’t seem that long ago until I did the math!
Back in the days of Vox, we used to celebrate the 90’s and Monday (yes, we celebrated Mondays) with a little 90’s Music Monday action. That was back in the 2000’s. Now, in 2013, it’s all about the #tbt. So I’m going to get a little Vox ritual revival going here and kick it off with some Lemonheads.
I actually used to think I had a knack for picking one-hit wonders. To my credit, my first CD’s were Smash Mouth, Lemonheads, and Reel Big Fish. Not that any of them weren’t class bands, but it just seemed like my friends had no clue about the bands I thought were interesting. I remember they even convinced me to buy a L.L. Cool J CD, explicit lyrics included. So maybe all that speaks more to a talent on my part?
Sorry L.L., we just didn’t mesh. But I did mesh with the Lemondheads and their album Car Button Cloth, released in 1996. Here’s track #2, “If I Could Talk I’d Tell You”.
I don’t normally review apps or products, but I do support fellow bloggers. Particularly, bloggers I admire; so, that’s why I had to share the new app from A Beautiful Mess. I already loved their style, but now they’ve made it easy for anyone to create a fun and custom photos.
Sure it’s super girly, but I like the new ideas and opportunities it brings to my own blogging and instagramming. So without further ado, a few photos you’ve already seen before but now with a new and beautiful mess twist.
I once read that if you’re not failing, you’re not trying hard enough.
If you’d like any indication of how much I’m trying today; well, then I’m failing all over the place today.
In any case, the point is I’m trying and I think that’s all that matters when stress keeps floating all around trying to break into my attempted good mood.
And just because no post is complete without a picture, here’s a little something from the vast interwebs: