purpose driven endorphins

I worked out today. Yay, me!
Bryan and Steph came over for dinner.
My mom and I ordered blinds for the living room.

But here's the "interesting" thing that happened today. One of the moms at preschool (who I happen to really like) was passing out these books - The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren. Interesting for a few reasons: one, that it's one of the few books Josh has ever expressed interest in reading. Two, that rather than buy the book for myself (which quite frankly was never going to happen) she gave it to me at this time in my life. I haven't started the book yet and probably won't for a few more days. (I'm currently reading Angels & Demons by Dan Brown) But I will read it at some point. Yes, the Christian basis of the book is off-putting. And my friend explained that she's not prostelytizing or trying to convert anyone...and I believe her. She's the kind of person I'd believe readily and I'm not easy to convince. But anyway, the whole thing didn't feel like an Amway pitch or like I was being ambushed. She just knows where I am in my life because she's in a similar place and has similar concerns. I can dig that. But I remain steadfast in that my beliefs are spiritual rather than religious.

Songs I'm listening to over and over:
Jack Johnson - Sitting, Waiting, Wishing
The Shins - New Slang (Garden State soundtrack)
Maybe it's a good thing I don't have an iPod yet. I'd probably sleep with the thing in my ears. I'm the kind of person who gets really into a song or two and plays it to death - repeat ad nauseum. I imagine an iPod would really be a good tool in feeding that part of me.
So here are the lyrics to "New Slang". The colored text is a line that really spoke to me - made me feel in a way that only music can. That was really cool.

Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth.
Only, I don't know how they got out, dear.
Turn me back into the pet that I was when we met.
I was happier then with no mind-set.

And if you'd 'a took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, I'd 'a jumped from my tree
And I'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries.
Hope it's right when you die, old and bony.
Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,
Never should have called
But my head's to the wall and I'm lonely.

And if you'd 'a took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, I'd 'a jumped from my tree
And I'd a danced like the kind of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.
God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs,
And bleed into their buns 'till they melt away.
I'm looking in on the good life I might be doomed never to find.
Without a trust or flaming fields am I too dumb to refine?

And if you'd 'a took to me like
Well I'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.