Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

7.15.2011

the sickness.

the today show is the background noise to my mornings. i never really liked it until the last year, but it does a good job of giving me a bit of news, ridiculous pieces to keep me ranting and awake, and a nice solid chance to make fun of ann curry for her horrible fashion choices and her inability to do an interview with absolutely anybody. the way she touches people and the tone of her voice make me so uncomfortable. and, to be honest, i just assume matt lauer is the biggest prick off camera. my mom loves him and i just don't get it. i miss meredith. 

anywho, this morning their concert series pick is chris brown. okay, whatever. i wouldn't put him on my show, but what bothers me more is the droves of women, and their many young daughters, that are in the audience celebrating this guy and his shit ass music. i just want to grab them all by the shoulders and scream, "you know he beat the crap out of his girlfriend, right? and as women we shouldn't really scream and cheer for someone like that, right? RIGHT!?" taking abuse is a fracking sickness and we seem to allow it in our culture without even thinking twice. i have been abused and it is awful. i see people like chris brown getting off on the fame that he has and i wish him nothing but the worst in life. there is no repentance, there should be no fame after that. and, just so you know, the same goes for women abusers, too. don't even get me started on the fact that i heard there are men sending casey anthony money in prison. that is disgusting. 

and, by the way, chris brown has still been running all over the place slinging homophobic slurs and hatred on his douche bag tour of daily celebrity status. you may like a persons music, but we need to learn to turn on back on people that make bad life decisions. our nation needs to go to the betty ford clinic to figure out how to stop enabling celebrities. i am just so tired of it. 

chunk didn't sleep last night. no, that's not why i am pissy (i would have been anyway), but still - she is evil. she is crawling and cruising and getting into absolutely everything she can. i think that her brain is spinning in over drive trying to figure out how to walk and that is resulting in only stress inducing insanity moments for me. she is just so intense right now and she refuses to sleep. i have had 5 hours of sleep in 2 days and today is house cleaning day and i am starting to look at the walls of my home as if they are made from the worst things this world has to offer. like chris brown is pictured in every corner of my home. ugh. the sickness. 

on a positive note ge is still cute. and he is trying really hard to help me with chunk. i decided to start walking at night and i feel so much better. the last 2 nights the moon has been beautiful and full. wednesday i walked 4 and a half miles and listened to american gods by neil gaiman, last night i walked about 4 and a half miles again while listening to mumford and sons, kings of leon, and hanggai. there is a route that is a steady climb up a hill right by the golf course and i am enjoying the pain it is putting into my legs. i feel so much better getting out of the house again. i make dinner, do the dishes, and then push myself out the door. once i am in the cool of the night my ipod starts dripping sweet voices into my step and i propelled forward into a healthier and happier me. good things. 




5.31.2011

on ode to the girls

i am babysitting my sister's dogs currently. they are all females, a bit on the neurotic side, and super sweet with my kids. they are a good reminder that although i think puppies are cute and i want to bring them all home, the husband and i are in no way ready for a dog. we keep wanting to buy one because we love them, but wow ... kids are enough responsibility.

as a tribute to the dogs i have written a song for them. step back, beyonce, my lyrical stylings are about to get all up in your business. check it :


all my doggie ladies, all my doggie ladies
all my doggie ladies, all my doggie ladies
all my doggie ladies, all my doggie ladies
all my doggie ladies

now put you paws up, paws up

stuck in the house, we can't get out, 
we're doing our own doggie thing
decided to chew, because we miss you
when you're out of the house

we're up on here, we're up on there
don't pay rules any attention
we bark and howl, while you are out
ya can't be mad at us

cause if you liked it then you shoulda put a leash on it
if you liked it then you shoulda put a leash on it
don't be mad when you see our pee on it
if you liked it then you shoulda put a leash on it

roof roof roof, 
roof roof roof roof 
roof roof 
roof roof roof 

roof roof roof, 
roof roof roof roof 
roof roof 
roof roof roof

if you liked it then you shoulda put a leash on it
if you liked it then you shoulda put a leash on it
don't be mad when you see our pee on it
if you liked it then you shoulda put a leash on it

we got pee on the floor, an unopen door
keeps us inside doing our business
throwing up, colorful junk
on the couches and carpet

oh and did we mention, we want bacon
and some love and affection
will you please come home, we're tired of being alone
we want scratches and some fresh water

cause if you liked it then you shoulda put a leash on it
if you liked it then you shoulda put a leash on it
don't be mad when you see our pee on it
if you liked it then you shoulda put a leash on it

roof roof roof, 
roof roof roof roof 
roof roof 
roof roof roof 

roof roof roof, 
roof roof roof roof 
roof roof 
roof roof roof

if you liked it then you shoulda put a leash on it
if you liked it then you shoulda put a leash on it
don't be mad when you see our pee on it
if you liked it then you shoulda put a leash on it

roof roof roof, 
roof roof roof roof 
roof roof 
roof roof roof 

roof roof roof, 
roof roof roof roof 
roof roof 
roof roof roof

please don't be mad when we poo on the floor
it's just that damn closed door
opposable thumbs we'd prefer, what we deserve

your shoes are delicous, don't leave us
and get angry and unhappy when we chew them all up
pull us on to your lap, give our heads a soft pat 
if you don't, we'll all be bad, and chewing mayhem, will be had

all my doggie ladies, all my doggie ladies
all my doggie ladies, all my doggie ladies

now put your paws up, paws up! 

roof roof roof


2.27.2011

twinkle twinkle little star

Ge didn't talk until he was right around 2 and a half. It wasn't because he couldn't talk, but because he refused to do so in front of people until he felt like he had mastered it. While he was in his silent phase he would hide in his room and when he thought no one was looking he would talk to himself, listening closely to the sounds of his voice and perfecting the words that he knew. At least once a day he could be found hiding in his room quietly working on mama, ball, balloon, and papa. When he started to talk he would do so only in whispers and then one day he just burst out in long sentences full of demands and questions. He is amazing with his words now; speaking in sentences of 6 or more words usually, and is up to four syllable words. We couldn't be any prouder of how smart the little shit is, but we were always surprised by how much he hates music.

Listening to the radio in the car will illicit, "mom turn that off, I hate that radio." Singing songs to him usually leads to him screaming, "mom don't do that. I hate it when you do that." He has never joined in on a sing along, hasn't danced to music in the last year, and has all out started a hate war on everything lyrical. On his second birthday he burst out into tears and screamed at us for singing him happy birthday. The kid hates music. Enter Chunk. The Chunky loves her some music. She loves it when I sing to her and Ge recently started to allow me to sing - only to Chunk and only songs that he approves of. It took me weeks to get him to let me sing the ABC's, he is just starting to love the fact that Old McDonald has a farm, and he definitely enjoys his sister's favorite - the original Ticky Tack theme song from Weeds.

I always thought that Ge was going to hate songs, maybe they just aren't his thing, but I was wrong. Much like talking he was just frustrated that he couldn't do it. As I type this him and his Daddy are playing in his room and he keeps asking him to sing him a made up song about being an alligator. Months ago this never would have happened, but Ge has been having closed door sessions with himself on a daily basis. Once a day he will go into his room, close the door, and practice singing about twinkling stars and the letters of the alphabet. Normally he stops when he knows I am listening, but his comfort level is growing because today he gave me the first two lines of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in spoken form. He might not be ready for American Idol, but watching him get more comfortable with himself is such a delightful thing.