inod ipod

we have at least seven ipods in our house. jake is the ipod police. like, he gets all butt hurt when i leave my headphones plugged into my ipod the wrong way. apparently my way of wrapping the cord around the pod is what causes the ear buds to short while i'm running. who knew?

anyway, he's the only one who knows how to use itunes and this isn't because i'm not smart enough, i just don't care. i don't care and, i know if i expressed even the slightest desire for a new playlist or genre on one of my ipods, he won't sleep until the task is complete. he loves music so much, he will lose sleep to share it with others. sleep, above all things, is my highest priority so i find his devotion to land slightly on the side of insanity.

i think .... i think his favorite thing is when someone gives him their ipod and tells him to load it however he sees fit (which is a regular occurrence). he loves to gasp and choke as he scrolls through what he's about to delete. he's still shocked every time he sees someone he admires listens to rascal flatts. his selections won't share space with the likes of rascal flatts and this should be fine considering he has over 55,000 songs to choose from on itunes. all of which are backed up on two separate hard drives. just in case.

there is a point. i promise. i'm just not there yet.

for a minute, when we realized that we were super-duper-poor and would have to start really pinching our pennies for the first time ever, i got nervous for jake. he was a regular at the local graywhale and was accustom to spending a sum of money every tuesday as he added to his collection. i used to say at least it's not alcohol, porn or drugs. at least it's an innocent little hobby. but what will happen now that he can no longer feed his addiction?

jake, meet library. library, meet jake. and then i never saw him again.

okay, not really but he was in heaven. the library is just so cool! and just when he thought his life couldn't get any better, a little birdie introduced him to torrent. so he's found something new to obsess over. a new {free} avenue to feed his addiction and i can't say that i haven't benefited. today, i ran my fastest four miles ever and i owe it all to a surprise playlist on my ipod this morning.

you see, my husband doesn't give me flowers or offer any other type of romantic gesture to make me swoon. no, he makes me playlists. playlists that i'm certain he pours his heart and soul into. knowing i needed a little inspiration to get me through my run today.

thank you love for thinking of me. (i think).