Because You Loved Me
I’ve been M.I.A. for a little bit due to some hormonal problems and by problems I mean one day, my uterus won’t be out to get me, you guys. One day. One beautiful brand new glorious day.
For now, I am left with really terrible ideas for blog posts including but not limited to Why My Uterus Is Out To Get Me and How Many Hormone Shifts Can A Girl Handle Before She Jumps Out A Window.
I’d rather not share those with you.
If you don’t mind.
The Roommate is in LA until Sunday so I volunteered to move his car tonight for alternate side parking. All was going well until parking spaces proved harder to find than originally thought, leaving me to loop around enough times to hear Delilah on the radio sending out love song requests. As I circled around the block over and over again, some 19 year old girl was dedicating a song to her mom who works two jobs and Delilah was reassuring her and telling her what a strong independent young woman her mother was raising and AREN’T WOMEN AMAZING and before I knew it, I was bawling my eyes out while simultaneously singing along to Celine Dion at the top of my lungs.
YOU WERE MY STRENGTH WHEN I WAS WEAK!
YOU WERE MY VOICE WHEN I COULDN’T SPEAK…
At this point, I started pounding my fists on the steering wheel for emphasis.
YOU WERE MY EYES WHEN I COULDN’T SEE
YOU SAW THE BEST THERE WAS IN MEEEEEE
I held my hand up, pretending to light my lighter, swaying it back and forth.
LIFTED ME UP WHEN I COULDN’T REACH
YOU GAVE ME FAITH ‘CUZ YOU BELIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVED!
That Delilah. She always tugs my heart strings.
If you were walking on 23rd Avenue at that moment, I sincerely apologize. I wasn’t properly warmed up and the crying caused me to wail a little under pitch. In conclusion, we will be back to regular programming soon. In the mean time, should you frequent my neighborhood, I suggest wearing ear plugs. I’m about to go blast my Totally 80’s Playlist and since no one is home but me, there is no telling just how loud this dance party is gonna get. AWWWWWWW YEAH.
CAN-I-COME-OVER-CAN-I-COME-OVER!??!?!
Uh, HELLZ YEAH!? You missed a rousing rendition of “We Built This City”—just me in my pajamas, lip synching into my hairbrush.
Then I cooled it down with a little REO Speedwagon.
‘CUZ I CAN’T FIGHT THIS FEEEEEEEEEEEEEELING ANYMORE!
Yikes!
I always do the car karoke. And I’ll often end up in tears, too. Any time one of my students says he or she saw me driving, I panic and think they saw me bawling as I sang along to “Remember When” by Alan Jackson, cause they played it at my wedding and it makes me think of my parents! I’m such a dork.
I drove my car back to Buffalo because the alternate side parking routine was just getting far too tedious for me. I don’t miss it.
Hmm, guess I better add your uterus to my prayer litany: “…and please fix Laura’s urinary tract and keep her from getting skin cancer and fix her uterus and calm her hormones and shrink her enormous feet and, GEEZ GOD, this woman is FALLING APART! Amen.”
Eighties Dance Party!
When it comes to eighties music, I’m all about Talking Heads, U2, Depeche Mode and R.E.M., but I think the coolest eighties song of them all is this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8imrzk8y2io
“Come and join the party. Dress to kill.”