Four Miles of Bliss

Four miles of bliss… Bliss is a huge overstatement – more enjoyable is more accurate. I’ve discussed how I feel about music (click here for a recap), and I have to tell you, running to music is absolutely mandatory. I’ve realized that I make connections with my music and each song has meaning in my life. Below I’ve attached 10 songs from my 4 mile playlist, some lyrics, and videos. Be warned- some of the songs are absolute garbage (I’m lookin’ at you Ke$ha and Pitbull) but they get me moving. Others make my heart melt and are absolute favorites. I’ve italicized my personal reviews on my music choices and included lyrics that are:

a) ridiculous.


b) speak to my soul (I’m so corny I know).

1. Pitbull & Ke$ha- Timber 

I can’t help it. This song is catchy. This is how I started my run. I can’t help but imagine a ho-down to this song with it’s odd country-esque rhythm. Is this song serious? Why do I like it?! Help!

It’s going down, I’m yelling timber
You better move, you better dance
Let’s make a night you won’t remember
I’ll be the one you won’t forget

2. Sublime – Seed

This song makes me want to rock out. Sublime reminds me of summer and rebellion. I can’t post their lyrics- a little to risque for some of you folks (Hi grandma!) 

3. Passion Pit – Sleepy Head

When I realized John and I had to become friends it was in between talks of Always Sunny in Philadelphia and his cell phone ringing out this song. We hit it off immediately and now I call him my ride or die B. 

4. Matt & Kim – It’s Alright

I think Matt and Kim are the bee’s knees. Running music? I’m not sure. But I love them and I love this video- you have to watch it. 

5. Matt & Kim – Let’s Go

See above. I secretly want to be as awkward and awesome. Not so secret anymore… And the lyrics below, how essential are those words?

Say what you wanna say
Make it mean everything

6. Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros – Home

Every lyric to this song makes me warm and fuzzy inside. This song can be the anthem for anyone in your life. What do I mean exactly? Lyrics like these:

Laugh until we think we’ll die,
Barefoot on a summer night
Never could be sweeter than with you

The video below is not the actual video or version, but I had to attach it due to adorable-ness. 

7. MGMT – Electric Feel

I love running to the beat when this song comes on- it’s bizarre, it’s trancy, and it makes me run completely erratically, but it makes me feel like a hippie chick and I think that’s groovy.

8. Blink 182 – Dammit

Hello! How can this song not get to you?! This song is being young: “Well I guess this is growing up” – when I was in high school that line made panic set into my entire being- is this growing up?! Also, the song makes me want to mosh. Where are my Etnies? 

Please look at these babies too!

9. Big Boi – Shutterbug


10. Wiz Khalifa – Black and Yellow 

I can’t explain the love I have for this song, but it makes me want to run. This is my pump up song- when it comes on I’m good for another mile. And this is how I completed my run yesterday.

What are your running songs? I would love some input! 

Tales of a Domesticated Goddess

So this will be a quick post because I don’t have much to say on this subject.

Tonight I was determined to be a working woman who is also a domesticated goddess. After work I popped into the super market to pick up some dinner essentials. I bought an array of food stuffs and mentally planned a few diverse meals. This was necessary considering John and I literally ate chicken every lunch and dinner last week in an effort to cleanse our un-pure bodies from the mass amounts of junk we usually eat.

just some of our chicken from last week.  we cooked more after this picture was taken.

just some of our chicken from last week. we cooked more after this picture was taken.

Upon arriving home I decided tonight would be a zesty garlic with chili seasoning tilapia night. Let’s pretend it was me who seasoned the tilapia and not Trader Joe’s. I followed the directions for how to cook tilapia from on the package and popped that little fish into the broiler… For 12 minutes.

While I was destroying broiling dinner I decided to put in a load of laundry. Because I am a working woman who is also a domesticated goddess. To create a visual for you just imagine me throwing things into the washing machine paying no attention to materials or colors. I arrived back in my apartment just in time to see my concerned neighbor staring at my apartment as the smoke alarm blared from the windows. No worries, just a little smokey inside…back to my dinner cooking.

Now I got to the hardest part of the meal to plan. Should I put the broccoli steam fresh bag into the microwave first or the brown rice steam fresh bag? Decisions. I decided on the broccoli because it takes longer.

Here’s the thing, I wanted to surprise John because he has been working a lot lately and me as a domestic goddess would be surprising. I have dedicated years to my career and John has been more than understanding. He has picked up the slack for me numerous times and now that he is the busy one I wanted to be there for him.

Just as I heard the door unlock, dinner was ready. I got the plates out, began to set everything up, pulled the fish out of the broiler… And this is what I found.


oh. the horror. it was not supposed to be blackened.

Guys! I killed the fish. Again. And we painfully ate it. We actually decided it wasn’t the worst meal we have had. However, it was the second worst.

I then went to get the clothes from the dryer. Redemption? I SHRUNK JOHN’S CLOTHES!

Thank goodness he loves me for exactly what I offer in this relationship because being a domestic goddess is not it. I have not quit the idea of goddess-hood.  Maybe there is potential in me somewhere, i’ll just save this whole domestication thing for a rainy day.