Weekend is over. Wish I could say it was eventful.
Ok well it kind of was.
Dylan had his last and final T-ball game (Hooray!) It was A-FREAKIN-DORABLE. Only took him all season to actually make any plays in his short-stop position, but hey, sometimes that's what happens. He got 3 outs at second base and did a great job. He didn't hit off the Tee at all. So freaking cute. And the trophy? A bobble head. Hilarious.
I then attempted to clean. And I say attempted because I am still in absolute agony because of the shithead who totaled my car. Like from the movie Friday, although I actually DID hurt my neck and my back.
I realized by my attempt at Spring cleaning (which basically amounted to organizing and gutting out my front hall closet, linen closet and doing 987 tons of laundry) that I never again have to buy a gift bag for any occasion ever again. I have a Hallmark store in my closet. From baby shower to birthday bags, I have friggan everything. With tissue paper to match. I luckily haven't gotten to the point of mania my aunt has where she methodically untapes and neatly saves and folds and reuses wrapping paper, but I am afraid of what I may become. So feel free to stage an intervention at any time.
I also said my final farewell to my beautiful car. I literally had a slow-motion looking back as if it were in a movie kind of moment as I drove away, and my heart sank. It was being taken away from me. Going to that big salvage yard in the sky. Not even 6 months old. Still in its infancy. So sad. I gathered the rest of my stuff from it, and I left it there, for someone else to take away, never to be seen again.
Stuck in the whole red-tape insurance disaster that is the aftermath of this pain in the ass car accident. I am hoping Karma steps up big time on this one and I get my new car soon, because honestly, I am not a huge fan of the rental, and I am tired of being in pain.
I digress, on to the challenge I slacked on over the uneventful weekend.
Day 13: A Guilty Pleasure
Now I'm not exactly sure how to take this one. According to the Urban Dictionary (because you know that's where you should get all your valued information from) a guilty pleasure is something you shouldn't like, but like anyway.
There isn't just one song, but there are 2 songs I can think of. By all definitions are actually annoying as all hell. They make no sense. No really, NONE.
They don't convey any sort of sentiment of love lost or aspirations. They aren't emotional, they aren't even about getting it on. They are just freaking random as all hell, and I love the friggan hell out of them.
Yup, the Ketchup Song. A song about Ketchup.
Don't judge me.
The other one is fairly new, and I LOVE this song. I believe it is my ringback tone as we speak. So I can annoy who calls me. Yeah that's right. I'm that bad.
I am chair dancing as we speak. It hurts like hell, but I can't help myself.
Day 14: A Song No One Would Expect You To Love
Ok, Like I said before, I love a little bit of everything. I meant it. I have run the gammet of musical styles over the years. I honestly have no idea what most people think when they look at me. (I mean do people do that? Aside from the obvious people who run around wearing band t-shirts or pants-on-the-ground home slices walking around like a billboard of the music they like, do people look and try to generalize what one person or another is into?)
That being said I can think of a couple possible tunes I like that people may look at me and go "Huh?!?"
It's true, I've always had a secret little thing for Korn. Since high school. No idea what it is about them, but I love them. They are angry and rough, and yet immensely talented. I know, who knew?
Now on this one, I know I told you all I hated screeching screaming untalented idiotic music. THIS is different. This band had talent. The screaming in this is to prove a point. It's to show the power of the hurt in the song. It was one of those songs I would listen to when extremely pissed off and annoyed in high school on my bright yellow Sony cassette Walkman (remember those?) when I would go out for a run to blow off steam. Yes that's right I used to RUN when I was pissed off and angry and I felt worlds better by the time I got back. Food for thought for myself I guess...
Of course maybe once I am no longer in immense pain, or self crippled by laziness the whole therapeutic running thing could come back into my life. I'm sure my body, and my ass would thank me for it. Hmm...
Day 15: A Song That Describes You
This could take up 987 songs all by itself. It could depend on who I am to certain people. I am a plethora of things to a myriad of people (like how I tossed in some 50 cent words for extra credit?? My old English teachers would be so proud). I'm a mom, a friend, apparently a crazy-ex girlfriend. A giver, a taker. A lover, sometimes a neurotic mess. I'm insecure, I'm confident, I'm a woman (hear me ROAR!). I'm not a midnight toker though (Sorry "Gambler"...)
I'm So Fucking Fabulous I Piss Glitter.
I'll do my best on this one....(and those who know me, feel free to offer up suggestions, as long as you aren't being as asshole about it)
Ok I CLEARLY don't think I'm perfect, I am FAR from it, but this song is an amazing reminder that no matter who you are, no matter what you have been through you are worth everything to yourself, and no one should ever have the power to make you feel worthless, especially yourself.
This is a little tongue-in-cheek. And possibly a matter of opinion. And as I mentioned in a previous post, we know what opinions are like...
I can be everything she says in this song, as can all women. A bitch, a lover, a child, a mother. All of it. It calls to everyone with a vagina.
I will go to the ends of the Earth for my friends. I don't care if I haven't talked to you in months, years. If you need me, whatever I can do I will. I have proved that many times. Ask anyone who knows me. Nothing I ever do is for myself. I probably SHOULD do more for me, but I can't. It's not who I am.
Yup, I feel crazy. Crazy for feeling alone and hurt. Crazy for feeling like I love too much. Le Sigh.
This may have be a little past tense, but this is a hope. What I wish. To be loved for everything I am. The good, the bad, the ugly. The parts of me that may or may not be perfect to everyone, but perfect for that one person. Who see's all of me, faults and all and loves me and wants to stand by me regardless. Who wants to stick things out if things are hard, or things are easy. Who just wants ME. Me to be everything.
I don't care that it's been almost 5 years since he died, I will be Daddy's little girl until the day I die. I miss him more and more every day. I love you dad.
I know this song says it's to a little girl and giving away a daughter and what not, but eff that. I am my son's hero. I do it all alone. I help take care of my disabled mother, and I am a single mom, so yes I AM somebody's hero and you can put that in your pipe and smoke it.
AND Just because.