Friday, May 25, 2012
easy listening.
I tune in 5 days a week - work days - courtesy of my coworkers baby sized boombox. And Ms. Lauper is playing as I type. That Cindi.... she's a genius. When the working day is done girls... they really do want to have fun. Some fun. Lots of fun. Fun. Wanna have fun. T.G.I.F.!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, May 7, 2012
triggers.
In my job I deal a lot with the concept of triggers.... not the ones on guns... but same concept. Sights, sounds, smells, tastes, touches... sensory experiences that instantly elicit memories so vivid and real it is as if time has turned back to a specific event or series of events.
Chocolate flavored scratch and sniff stickers take me instantly to elementary school.
The smell of pork flavored green beans mixed with the scent of sauerkraut elicits memories of time spent at my grandparents home.
NKOTB's "Hanging Tough", Def Leopard's "Pour Some Sugar on Me", and Fleetwood Mac's "Everywhere" throws me back to summers at the beach with my cousins. Every time.
White Diamonds perfume takes me to middle school... instantly... and reminds me of my mother and my secret irrational fear that I would lose her. I would secretly spray her perfume on this stuffed bunny I kept on the night stand by my bed just in case something happened and I never saw her again. I was so afraid I would forget her.... that my memories would fade.
Today, I was at the Piggly Wiggly picking up some tomatoes for dinner and I happened to choose the one line where the grocery checker reminded me instantly of my Uncle Al. He passed away unexpectedly September 2011. The man in front of me didn't look like my uncle, but he wore his pants like my uncle and he talked to me sweet and southern... like my uncle. He was a bit younger and a bit thinner but I had to blink several times to be sure I wasn't seeing a ghost. The feeling was so real, so present, that it was all I could not to walk around the other side of the counter and ask him to hug me... like my Uncle Al. Needless to say I barely made it to my car before tears started rolling down my face. I love my uncle dearly and miss him tremendously but his memories are strong with me. I am grateful for memories and for little experiences that remind me of how grateful I am for eternity and eternal families... of love that continues beyond the grave.
Chocolate flavored scratch and sniff stickers take me instantly to elementary school.
The smell of pork flavored green beans mixed with the scent of sauerkraut elicits memories of time spent at my grandparents home.
NKOTB's "Hanging Tough", Def Leopard's "Pour Some Sugar on Me", and Fleetwood Mac's "Everywhere" throws me back to summers at the beach with my cousins. Every time.
White Diamonds perfume takes me to middle school... instantly... and reminds me of my mother and my secret irrational fear that I would lose her. I would secretly spray her perfume on this stuffed bunny I kept on the night stand by my bed just in case something happened and I never saw her again. I was so afraid I would forget her.... that my memories would fade.
Today, I was at the Piggly Wiggly picking up some tomatoes for dinner and I happened to choose the one line where the grocery checker reminded me instantly of my Uncle Al. He passed away unexpectedly September 2011. The man in front of me didn't look like my uncle, but he wore his pants like my uncle and he talked to me sweet and southern... like my uncle. He was a bit younger and a bit thinner but I had to blink several times to be sure I wasn't seeing a ghost. The feeling was so real, so present, that it was all I could not to walk around the other side of the counter and ask him to hug me... like my Uncle Al. Needless to say I barely made it to my car before tears started rolling down my face. I love my uncle dearly and miss him tremendously but his memories are strong with me. I am grateful for memories and for little experiences that remind me of how grateful I am for eternity and eternal families... of love that continues beyond the grave.
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