Category Archives: Flotsam / Jetsam

Have I told you lately that I love a classic crooner?

Michael Buble
Hello ladies.
“So I’m going to review a Michael Bublé album,” I said.

“Excuse me, you’re what?”

“I’m going to review a Michael Bublé album,” I said. “So I need to listen to it. A lot.”

“Um, okay. Right now?”

“Right now.”

And Rockford rolled his eyes and humored me, as usual.

I’ve listened to Michael Bublé’s “To Be Loved” roughly 524 times since that conversation, and it has been a completely pleasant addition to our sonic landscape. Rockford is more on the Rush side of the Canadian musical spectrum, but even he’s cut out the eye-rolling when I put “To Be Loved” on. The first single, “It’s a Beautiful Day,” is a deceptively pop-boppy breakup song that’s positively Taylor Swift-ian in its put-downs:

Baby, it’s fine, you said that we should just be friends
Well, I came up with that line and I’m sure
That it’s for the best
If you ever change your mind, don’t hold your breath.

That’s sassy, Mike. (Can I call you Mike?) I like it.

My favorite parts of the album, though, are the covers. “You Make Me Feel So Young” and “You’ve Got a Friend in Me” rarely fail to put a smile on my face, and Bublé’s version of “Have I Told You Lately that I Love You” is pretty much swoon-worthy.

You can croon to me anytime, Bublé.

To Be Loved

“To Be Loved” is available at Amazon and iTunes (and undoubtedly many other fine retailers as well).

Nichole received a free copy of “To Be Loved” for review. She is eligible for incentives for her participation in this One2One Network campaign. All opinions expressed are solely her own.

The sort of day that leads me to eat bread-and-butter pickle spears at the kitchen sink

“Pickle Dread”

“Mommy! Marsha threw up on the couch, and then she ate it!”


I realized this morning that Poppy’s ballet shoes were in the center console of the car, right where she’s supposed to put them after class. But the car and its center console are at the body shop.


Pete vigorously, repeatedly and with much gusto encouraged me to “Stop It” when I told him it was time to leave the very busy bakery.


A large dog jumped into my car when we stopped to pick Poppy up from her piano lesson. I think it was a pit bull mix. It had very muddy paws and a collar with no tags.