My dearest Music,
I'm so sorry for the nasty things i said about you the other day. I didn't mean it. I was just having a bad day. How about you come over later and let me make it up to you? We can have some nice wine, i'll get some Pierre Robert triple crème...we can make a night of it.
Also, to really demonstrate my unwaivering love, i've added a little of you back to the blog.
Let's never fight again.
rach
P.S. I Love You by Nellie McKay
Monday, June 15, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Hard of Hearing
Not too long ago, I was listening to my usual collection of Pandora stations through the rose-colored headphones of a relationship. This week, after having my heart stomped on with boy cleats, all the songs sound differently. Just a few weeks ago cheesy love songs made me smile at my desk in the way only someone retarded in love can pull off. I now find myself skipping the sappy love songs, thumbs-upping the depressing, spiteful side of love music.
Only now can I even hear the lyrics warning me of playaz (Beyonce station), lyin’ cheatin’ hearts (George Straight station), and that boy in the front row (Toby Lightman station). Even Alice Smith’s Dream received an irritated eye roll and Mariah Carey’s Shake it Off suddenly makes sense. This is serious.
I clearly did not hear, let alone heed, the advice of a gazillion entertainers singing their poor hearts out about the red flags of letting yourself have feelings for another person. Clearly, I am hard of hearing.
On another note, Pandora seems to behave much like the weather this week: completely abnormal and crappy, grey, dismal, cold, depressing, and very, very unfair…all to match my situation, obviously. Thanks Universe, how clever!
If one more sad break-up song comes on Pandora, I may give up on music. Same goes for happy songs about people in love. No more! Isn’t there anything else to effing sing about?! Can’t someone make a song about how glamorous it is be single, gorgeous, and on the rebound? Or that feeling you get from slipping on the perfect pair of jeans…there’s a topic that is certainly as song-worthy as a sensual encounter with your man. Taking a walk around the city with a cup of coffee…another life experience on par with falling in or out of love. No one is singin’ about that, are they!?
Ok, Beyonce, let’s try just a bit more creativity if possible. That Halo song is making me gag.
Back to this impossible SEO document. As if this week didn’t suck enough already…
My Sweet Song by Toby Lightman
Only now can I even hear the lyrics warning me of playaz (Beyonce station), lyin’ cheatin’ hearts (George Straight station), and that boy in the front row (Toby Lightman station). Even Alice Smith’s Dream received an irritated eye roll and Mariah Carey’s Shake it Off suddenly makes sense. This is serious.
I clearly did not hear, let alone heed, the advice of a gazillion entertainers singing their poor hearts out about the red flags of letting yourself have feelings for another person. Clearly, I am hard of hearing.
On another note, Pandora seems to behave much like the weather this week: completely abnormal and crappy, grey, dismal, cold, depressing, and very, very unfair…all to match my situation, obviously. Thanks Universe, how clever!
If one more sad break-up song comes on Pandora, I may give up on music. Same goes for happy songs about people in love. No more! Isn’t there anything else to effing sing about?! Can’t someone make a song about how glamorous it is be single, gorgeous, and on the rebound? Or that feeling you get from slipping on the perfect pair of jeans…there’s a topic that is certainly as song-worthy as a sensual encounter with your man. Taking a walk around the city with a cup of coffee…another life experience on par with falling in or out of love. No one is singin’ about that, are they!?
Ok, Beyonce, let’s try just a bit more creativity if possible. That Halo song is making me gag.
Back to this impossible SEO document. As if this week didn’t suck enough already…
My Sweet Song by Toby Lightman
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Totem Animals and Other Nonesense
Today, in an effort to use up units and avoid feeling much of anything, I took my friend to the hardware store, a place filled to the brim with creativity and time suckage. I had come up with a list of unnecessary projects around the house that would keep me busy for the next few days.
We were nearly overwhelmed with helpful male assistance, helping us make decisions about paint color and wood density. These adorable lads found our complete lack of home improvement prowess irresistible. I would have most certainly given my number to whomever inquired. However, they were young and therefore not worth the effort in training.
We joked on the way home that we should adopt a “cougar” way of life, seducing far-too young men for fun and relishing in their naïve adoration.
I get a weekly newsletter from a metaphysical shop in Omaha in which a totem animal is described. Totem animals are meant to help make sense of personality traits, non-traditional medicine, and life events in a way only possible with the divine wisdom of the universe. If one encounters a totem animal, one should either remember and utilize the animal’s lessons or refrain from the unfabulous characteristics of that animal. Checking my email at 2:34 am, I laughed out loud when this week’s totem was the beautiful and elusive cougar.
A cougar is a natural leader, strong and powerful. They don’t hesitate when they attack and they don’t waste time and energy beyond what is require to get what they want. When threatened, they go for the most vulnerable place. They don’t lead by force or domination however. Their leadership is followed only by choice, not fear. A cougar leads by love, patience, and determination.
At a time so convoluted by confusion and sadness, the wisdom of the cougar is well taken. Cougar is not allowed to show vulnerability. If I am to take the hint from my totem animal, neither will I. Cougars learn by trial and error which hones their skills. Like it or not, I’ll have to do the same. A cougar must not be kept stationary. Often those who have accepted the status quo can try to contain the cougar and those folks must be avoided at all cost. Sigh…I’ve never been much for the status quo and will therefore have to yawn, stretch, and move on.
I don’t normally take things like magic, crystals, or folklore with much seriousness. But, I do enjoy a unique way to learn about myself and the world around me, mostly how to deal with one in the other. I realize that this week’s totem animal is purely coincidental. That being said, if cougar’s wisdom (however based on the rants of some drugged up gypsy) can guide me in any direction, I’ll take it at this point. The fact that I’ve had several gin and tonics tonight should in no way dissuade the universe from speaking to me. If cougar is trying to tell me that I should leap at the next opportunity, then, damn it, I’ll do it. I’d hate to turn down free therapy, after all
Meeeee-oooowwww.
We were nearly overwhelmed with helpful male assistance, helping us make decisions about paint color and wood density. These adorable lads found our complete lack of home improvement prowess irresistible. I would have most certainly given my number to whomever inquired. However, they were young and therefore not worth the effort in training.
We joked on the way home that we should adopt a “cougar” way of life, seducing far-too young men for fun and relishing in their naïve adoration.
I get a weekly newsletter from a metaphysical shop in Omaha in which a totem animal is described. Totem animals are meant to help make sense of personality traits, non-traditional medicine, and life events in a way only possible with the divine wisdom of the universe. If one encounters a totem animal, one should either remember and utilize the animal’s lessons or refrain from the unfabulous characteristics of that animal. Checking my email at 2:34 am, I laughed out loud when this week’s totem was the beautiful and elusive cougar.
A cougar is a natural leader, strong and powerful. They don’t hesitate when they attack and they don’t waste time and energy beyond what is require to get what they want. When threatened, they go for the most vulnerable place. They don’t lead by force or domination however. Their leadership is followed only by choice, not fear. A cougar leads by love, patience, and determination.
At a time so convoluted by confusion and sadness, the wisdom of the cougar is well taken. Cougar is not allowed to show vulnerability. If I am to take the hint from my totem animal, neither will I. Cougars learn by trial and error which hones their skills. Like it or not, I’ll have to do the same. A cougar must not be kept stationary. Often those who have accepted the status quo can try to contain the cougar and those folks must be avoided at all cost. Sigh…I’ve never been much for the status quo and will therefore have to yawn, stretch, and move on.
I don’t normally take things like magic, crystals, or folklore with much seriousness. But, I do enjoy a unique way to learn about myself and the world around me, mostly how to deal with one in the other. I realize that this week’s totem animal is purely coincidental. That being said, if cougar’s wisdom (however based on the rants of some drugged up gypsy) can guide me in any direction, I’ll take it at this point. The fact that I’ve had several gin and tonics tonight should in no way dissuade the universe from speaking to me. If cougar is trying to tell me that I should leap at the next opportunity, then, damn it, I’ll do it. I’d hate to turn down free therapy, after all
Meeeee-oooowwww.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
The more boys i meet...
Over the last week of emotional turmoil, I am again reminded of the blessing that is my dog. As I sulked around, feeling sorry for myself, she was there for me. Not in an overly happy, “Let’s go outside and play and get over it” kind of way; instead, she was appropriately subdued but ready with a friendly wag if I showed the slightest interest in a bit of fun. She was just cute enough when I was feeling sad and made perfectly timed gagging noises when anger filled our space.
In particularly difficult times, when even Gloria Gaynor couldn’t produce any hope, I would feel the gentle nudge of flat-faced Shih Tzu reminding me that everything would be just fine. There really is something about snuggling a pet that lowers your blood pressure and cheers you up.
Olive doesn’t just do this for me. When friends have come by to work through life’s troubles over cocktails, Olive generally occupies herself. But at the slightest of ocular dampness, she is at high alert. Her unusual ability to sense tears is truly amazing, like a shark sensing one drop of blood from 100 miles away.
Hopping off her velvet pillow at the exact right time, she has dried the tears of many with a gentle paw and uncanny ability to fit herself on any lap however closed off to the world the lap may be. She is always ready to do her only job… spreading smiles everywhere she goes and offering a bit of perspective that we humans often misplace, reminding us that the world isn’t really that bad. She’s in it, after all.
Thank goodness I never need to worry. I have my pack to protect and love me and make sure I get out of out bed every single day. One need never feel lonely when they have the love of a Shih Tzu.
The More Boys I Meet by Carrie Underwood
In particularly difficult times, when even Gloria Gaynor couldn’t produce any hope, I would feel the gentle nudge of flat-faced Shih Tzu reminding me that everything would be just fine. There really is something about snuggling a pet that lowers your blood pressure and cheers you up.
Olive doesn’t just do this for me. When friends have come by to work through life’s troubles over cocktails, Olive generally occupies herself. But at the slightest of ocular dampness, she is at high alert. Her unusual ability to sense tears is truly amazing, like a shark sensing one drop of blood from 100 miles away.
Hopping off her velvet pillow at the exact right time, she has dried the tears of many with a gentle paw and uncanny ability to fit herself on any lap however closed off to the world the lap may be. She is always ready to do her only job… spreading smiles everywhere she goes and offering a bit of perspective that we humans often misplace, reminding us that the world isn’t really that bad. She’s in it, after all.
Thank goodness I never need to worry. I have my pack to protect and love me and make sure I get out of out bed every single day. One need never feel lonely when they have the love of a Shih Tzu.
The More Boys I Meet by Carrie Underwood
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