Monday, April 18, 2011

Isn't it Ironic...

When Brian and I lived in our first apartment in Oneonta, NY, there were three college girls that lived above us who would repeatedly play the Alanis Morrisette song, Ironic, over and over. Sometimes at two o'clock in the afternoon, sometimes two o'clock in the morning, but always on repeat. If you are familiar with this artist, you are aware of her angry, tortured soul, female persona. (Though I DO quite enjoy her music). My guess were these ladies upstairs were having boy troubles....That song is forever ingrained in my head and when it occasionally plays on the radio, I will look at Brian and we just smile.

However, what made me think of that song yesterday was when I was driving behind a woman with peace vanity plates  and bumper stickers showcasing her choice to buy all organic foods, go green, and run 26.1 miles. I pulled up next to her at the light expecting to see some fit, earthy looking gal and instead saw a weathered looking woman smoking a cigarette and I thought, isn't that ironic. So ironic, I grabbed the journal in my glove box to write it down before I forgot on my way into Target. And the irony did not stop there! Later that day I pulled in the parking lot behind a guy with license plates that spelled out satan (yes, this is true) with bumper stickers that I can not even repeat. I followed this tattooed driver into the store and  he proceeded to hold the door open for me, smile and was very polite. I also found this ironic. I did not think satan was so chivalrous. I suppose the moral of the story is not to judge a person by his or her bumper stickers or vanity plates.

Isn't it ironic, don't you think? (Now the song will repeat in my head all night. I think I will go sing it to Brian so I don't have to suffer the haunting tune alone).

Love & Light,


Here are some photos from the past few days. I am driving to my sister's house for the week. With FIVE boys, pray for healthy kids and no ER visits! Fun photos to come!

Our Easter Dogwood

Some shots of a few kitchens I did this week. A friend asked me if I had kitchen envy. If I cooked, baked or used something other than my microwave to reheat leftovers my hubby makes, maybe I would.

The beautiful work done by Classic Kitchens of Virginia.

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