Imperfect + happy

I am 2 too many mimosas with brunch, I’m that girl who can’t stop shopping at pacsun, I am a night owl by nature, I’m the girl who over analyzes EVERYTHING, I’m happiest when I’m on the back of my babes brit bike, I’m the Baptist church drop out, I’m a Michelob Ultra and a shot of Fireball, I’m the social media obsessed, I’m the girl who loves running, I’m the girl with chipped fingernail polish, I’m the late night party host, and the girl who writes songs in the shower, I’m the Leslie Knope of our Parks & Recreation Department, I’m the girl who’s always on a diet, I’m the singer that will always be nervous, I’m the band flyer creator, I’m the hopeless romantic and the piano induced lover, I’m the girl that posts way too many photos of my collie, and way too many photos all together, I’m the coveted traveler, and the girl with no enemies, I’m the girl who sinks under her thoughts, and who rises to any occasion, I’m the self taught photographer and graphic artist, I’m the college grad and I’m the girl who will never allow myself to be satisfied with this life but who will be eternally happy regardless.  

Home Journeys - My Playlist

Yesterday, as I was giving the ‘ol casa a good clean, I found myself observing what I liked and what I didn't like about our house.  It’s a rent house so I can talk crap about it and just make mental notes for when I’m rich enough to change all the things I don’t like.  But it also made me think about all the houses I've ever lived in, and cleaned and observed like that.  I had a weird observation that with every new place I live I gain a better grip on my life and what I desire and who I am, as weird as that is.  My mind links emotions and feelings and experiences and relationships to places and pictures and smells and so in a way, every place I've called home has become a part of this body and my soul and my journey.  It’s perfect timing to be reminiscing back on the last couple of places I've lived being that its ‘Flashback Friday,’ and also considering I’m in the happiest home ever right now. It didn't used to be like that however. 

I think back in my life to all the different homes or apartments I've lived, about 8 total at this point, and I can assign an emotion to each place. Considering I've lived with 3 different boyfriends at this point (officially and non-officially) there are some happy and sad emotions that erupt.  I could literally sit here thinking back to each situation and say that everything that I loved I have carried with me in some way, and everything that I hated I left there.  I also can’t be thankful enough that I’m not in any of those homes and that I am exactly where I am now.  I’m glad that Brandon and I are cohabiting perfectly in our little rent house in ghetto Wolflin that just got broken into and that has horrible plumbing and window units that we have created so many memories in, from late night musical magic to training a puppy and growing as a couple side by side.  Considering all the flirting emotion that this topic brings up I thought it would be really fun to create a playlist (since everything in my life relates back to music) with songs representing all the homes I've been through.  I could explain what each song meant or why I chose it but I’ll leave that to your own imagination, some details are better left out.  Enjoy 

1  Really the whole yellow submarine album by the Beatles, but specifically the song 'Hey Bulldog'

2 'Hurricane Waters' - Citizen Cope

3 'House of Cards' - Radiohead

4 'Two Step' - Dave Matthews

5  'Islands' - The XX

6  'Somersault' - Zero 7

7  'Girl Named Tenessee' - NeedToBreathe

8  'Wildfire' ft. Little Dragon - Sbtrkt 

9  'The Look' - Jacques Green

10  'The Keeper' ft. Andreya Triana (Banks Remix)

11  'This Head That I Hold' - Electric Guest

12  'First Day of My Life' - Bright Eyes

Bonus Tracks (a few tunes I'm currently jammin')

13  'The Remains of Rock & Roll' - Broken Bells

14  'Another Girl' - Wild Belle

15  'Colored Emotions' - Night Moves

16  'Modern Jesus' - Portugal. The Man 

Stand Up Robbery

Upon arrival home for lunch yesterday I realized that our home had been broken into. Le sigh. But after a quick run through of the house we found that the ONLY items stolen were:

-2 guns; a vintage 22 revolver and a Rossi 357 (glad I didn't come home mid-break in after they found those)

-A gold Nixon watch (or gold plated)

-a handful of our jewelry

-a prepaid cell phone from Walmart (great steal!)

-about $50 worth of change 

-umm oh yeah and all the beer in our fridge?? (Did we get robbed by teenagers?) 

Robbery tips by Indie:

Call the cops about 3 hours before you even discover that your house has been broken into because that way you will both arrive home to the same mess at the same time.

Don't have ANY wood in your house, because apparently wood prevents all hope for a good finger print.. Sorry you rustic muther fuckers.

Don't bother locking your windows because they are going to kick down your back door In the most macho way possible regardless.

Also, if you value your costume jewelry collection from Icing, don't leave it in fancy jewelry plates on display.

Girls, just accept the fact that your panty drawer will be ransacked because of some cliche bitch who kept her valuables there once upon a time.

Plan on buying more beer, apparently robbing a house is really tiring and deserves a celebratory beer.

Plan on reorganizing EVERYTHING, just consider it a late spring cleaning.

Hope your mailman isn't sick.

Maybe Macaulay Culkin had the right idea in home alone, only mix a little walking dead season 3 episode 12 in there and booby trap your house to where the next person that comes in uninvited gets a swift ax to the throat... I mean is that to much? 

But in all reality I hope you guys know I'm joking a bit about the situation because we got lucky and they really didn't get much of anything from us... Considering everything they could have taken.  

And lets not talk about the fact that I'm scared to sleep without a gun within reach or that I just ran out of my favorite hair spray, I mean it's 2014 and you hood rats aren't going to take that from me!