The Verandas.

This post was originally written by Sea White. Used with permission.  
Greetings! Here's a post a little different from whatever my version of normal is. 

Some very good friends of mine have gathered together to make some wonderfully poetic, unique, great music. They call themselves The Verandas. Their sound is a unique twist on an almost indie/folk kind of groove. Very pleasing to the ear with very thoughtful, eloquent lyrics, it's obvious this group of poets has nowhere to go but up. With a song in their heart, stanzas and verses in their head, and a genuine, warm smile on their face, The Verandas leave their audience with wonderful memories, a huge smile and all around good vibes. 

The first time I got to experience the band was at a backyard concert. With their friends and family surrounding them, it was a wonderful show. Very relaxed and an intimate feeling between the audience and the band, the energy flow was perfect. Between songs, they were very conversational, with great stories spritzed with laughter, cozy-ing up to the audience in the best possible way. I have nothing but great things to say about these guys. 

Here's a direct link to their band site, where you can go check out their great music, their story, like them on Facebook and other social media and more. 

Good sounds, good vibes, great people. The Verandas, everyone. The Verandas Website

Mornings are Hard

Mornings are evil. Evil things that really should not be as hard as they are for some evil reason.

Bones and I are not morning people. At all. Both of us are grumpy people in the morning and require a good 15-30 minutes to ourselves before maybe being the normal people we are during the day. Me even more so. Especially if it's early. Bones has gotten obnoxiously better about this though and takes about 5-10 minutes to regain proper societial interactive skills. Again me not so much.

So when both of us are required to get up in the wee hours of the day (and by wee, I mean before 7) we tend not to be the happiest bunch. 

So about a week ago - when I began this bloody post and then promptly forgot about it until now - both of us were required to be an hour away from home by 8 in the morning. Which meant leaving around 7, preferably 6:30-6:45 because, you know, you like to have some panic time just in case it's needed. Which in turn, meant waking up. Around 6. Actually 545. In the morning. During the summer. On a day I didn't have to go to work. 

Did I mention I really hate mornings? 

Long story short, we get there, I'm grumpy and sleepy and a little dopey (No dwarves we harmed in the making of this story) and spend the rest of the day there.

I swear there was a point to this post, but now I just think that it's this: 

Mornings are hard. And no one should have to get up before 9am. And when I become Commanding Empress of the World, everyone will get to sleep in until then. 

~Rocket

Sea White: A Story From My Pilates Mat

Greetings! I've written down my recent little story about sweat, theatre and laziness. Go take a look! I would post this on my actual page, but I've already written it once and didn't want to copy and paste. Although it is my own writing, I realize. Anyway, go read it and tell me what you think! 

Sea White: A Story From My Pilates Mat: I have a little story to tell you today. Over the last week or so, my schedule has picked up tremendously. We're down to one car right ...

Until next time!
--Bones.  

Late Night Ramblings

1-2-3 GO as Bones would say! But she didn't, 'cause she's asleep! Or at least I think she is... I dunno~

Do you guys ever just, like, stay up and think about things? Not even on purpose, though. Just, like, as you're falling asleep and you lay there in the dark and suddenly you have everything figured out. All that shit that's messing with your life? You suddenly know exactly how to fix it. 

Or you just understood that joke your friend told at the bar - wasn't it funny? HAHAHAHA ohmygods you're such an idiot how did you not get that earlier?

Or you suddenly have the motivation to lose that ten pounds you were technically supposed to have lost before swimsuit season started. Running sounds like a great idea! Let's set the alarm so we can get up early and go for a run and beat the oppressive heat that is July in the Midwest! But really, let's be honest you'll probably hit snooze 50 million times so there's no point in getting up that early. Motivation gone. 

Or you spend the next hour thinking about how exactly awesome Harry Potter really was - IS - and how if you ever have kids they are totally reading that shit. Except you're gunna read it to them, like your dad read it to you, with different voices and everything. So you start practicing your Dobby voice, making it different from your Moaning Myrtle voice, which is different from your Malfoy voice (although book two they sound strangely similar, you discover), which then in turn is different from the noises you make for Aragog.

Or you ponder if souls really are reincarnated. And if they are, how old is your soul? Are you a new soul? Or have you been around for a really long time? You don't really feel that old but you do have more patience than most of your peers. Maybe that's a you thing? Or maybe the weird dreams you've been having lately are memories of your past life or even glimpses of your future life. The future has flying fish-motorcyles?

You suddenly have the BEST IDEA for a book. Where the hell do you keep your pens. Gods, there was one right here when you turned the light off. Stupid trolls. Better have stayed away from your socks, even though you wear them mismatched for that sole purpose. Seriously though, PEN WHERE DID YOU GO?!

You review conversations in your head from a week ago. You were so clever in that pro-feminist argument against that one guy in line at the grocery store. Except your comeback against your brother was really juvenile after he criticized your cooking skills again. Mental note: work on comebacks.

You scroll through random shit on your phone, suddenly very concerned with the bee population. Bees are really important. They're what scientists call an "indicator species" which mean that they help determine if environments are suitable to live in. If lots of bees die, that means everything else will die soon too. Protect the bees!

You watch three episodes of Courage the Cowardly Dog on your laptop because, holy shit, you haven't seen that show in forever! Man that brings back memories. Wonder if the cat episode is easy to find. Oooo or the gangster foot one! Yikes or the creepy king Tut one. 

You start to crave a vanilla ice cream cone with LOTS of sprinkles. The rainbow kind - not the chocolate. But like soft serve ice cream and the really really good stuff too. Like Mr. Softy's from New York. The kind that tastes like you're licking a cloud. Not that you would actually know what a cloud tastes like, but you've got a good imagination and you're willing to bet money that it tastes like a Mr. Softy's vanilla ice cream cone.

You wonder over the correct grammar of the word physics. Is it plural? Or singular? Can it just be physic? Or is it always physics with an s?

And then you wake up the next morning totally hating yourself and your brain for being so stupid as to not actually fall asleep on time. And really, who thinks about these things anyways?

~Rocket

Sea White.

Greetings! I've updated my "Bones." page with some information about my other blog, Sea White. Go check it out on my page, and then go check out Sea White!

Until next time!
--Bones.

Love to Sweat: To the Pool!

Greetings! Here's a great swim workout. 1...2...3...Go! 


Love to Sweat: To the Pool!: Summer: it's crazy hot now! On days when it's ultra-hot, sunny and even humid, you'll find me killing it in the pool. If there&#...


Until next time!
---Bones. 

Check It!

So I've pretty much decided whenever I update my page the title of the main post will be "Check It!". So from now on, if you see that title just click the little link up there to my page to see something new yeah?

I put something new up! And probably will tomorrow as well! I'm super tired and it's quarter past four in the morning here and I have to work tomorrow, so full length probably rambling randomness tomorrow after I sleep and work! 

Ciao!

~Rocket

Superstition.

Greetings! Hopefully you're familiar with the Stevie Wonder song "Superstition." If you're not familiar with it, I'm sure you've probably heard it somewhere and just don't know the name. Or if you actually haven't heard it ever before, I invite you to go listen to it. Why am I bringing this up? Simply put: because it's Friday. But it's Friday the sixth, not Friday the Thirteenth, what gives? This song is just an any Friday kind of song. Why? Oh, let me explain.
In high school, both Rocket and I were in band. Obviously I continued instrumental music and she did not, but that's beside the point. The point is we were both in band. That entails concert band, full orchestra, marching band, jazz band and the like. We went to a large high school, and the band room was home base for the (dedicated) band kids. Makes sense, yes? Indeed. We had a very large band program, in fact, the entire music program was huge at our high school. Thus, the band room would need to be spacious enough for all of us band geeks to have plenty of room for lockers, many chairs, instrument cases, instruments, and music stands. During the week, all of the chairs and music stands would be left out (in "formation," kind of). On Fridays, the chairs and music stands needed to be stacked up, racked up and moved out of the way so the wonderful custodians could (try to) clean all of our spit and whatever else off of the industrial-grade carpet. As you can imagine, there were quite a few chairs and music stands. On Friday afternoons, whoever was still hanging around in the band room got to "Rack & Stack." There were usually plenty of people hanging about in the band room after school, especially on Fridays. As we would begin the process of "Rack & Stack," we would play this same CD every Friday. The "Rack & Stack CD." Among some great classic funk and soul type tunes, the first track was "Superstition." That's the real reason that song is one of the best Friday songs ever. I got ultra-used to it vibrating my ear drums every Friday, it makes hearing it on any other day just seem wrong.
There's my Friday-song story. Also, probably the only time you'll hear me say anything almost positive about my high school. If you want a positive outlook on the school we went to, talk to Rocket. I found the whole thing completely bogus. But! It's Friday, and "Superstition" came on my iPhone's shuffle earlier. Works for me! What's your Friday-song? Other than the disgustingly revolting "Friday" song. Tell me in the comments below, Facebook, Twitter and Google+.


Until next time!
--Bones.

Gluten Free Iced Oatmeal Cookies.

Greetings! Remember those cookies you can get at the grocery store, the super crunchy oatmeal cookies with the sweet dried icing? Here's a gluten free rendition of them. An absolute crowd-pleaser and delightful treat for the chef, these cookies are an ultimate winner with an optional added kick. Go check out the recipe on the "Bones." page. You can share them with your friends, although you'll want to keep them all to yourself. Let me know what you think in the comments, Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram me your pictures! Happy gluten free baking!

Until next time!
--Bones.