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Fantasy Frog
I’m a leaper.
A leaper with an active imagination. A fantasy frog?
When I posted my Happy Birthday to Nicholas a day before his birthday, I shared it on my Facebook wall and a dear friend of mine, Brian, replied to my comment ‘Because I can never wait’ with “that is SO you”. It is. 🙂
I love that I have friends who know me that well, and it got me to thinking. Is that particular facet of mine a good thing?
It is now.
Probably not so much when I was still drinking. LOL
From piercing my nose, tattoos and marriages, I’ve jumped right in, feet first with abandon.
I do have a child like impatience – I can barely contain myself when I’ve found the perfect gift for someone. I still count down an upcoming event in ‘sleeps’. 3 more sleeps, 2 more sleeps, 1 more sleep – you get it.
Then there’s my over active imagination.
A guy makes appreciative eye contact with me and we’ve already broken up by the time he looks away. I’ve flashed through courting, our wedding and I’m fine tuning my break up speech to give the poor unsuspecting cashier/random stranger.
“It just would never have worked out” is probably not an appropriate response to ‘thank you for shopping with us.’
I crack myself up.
I love that I do those things now. I’m not as impulsive. I think things through – ask myself ‘what is the right thing to do here?’
I can’t turn it off though! My mind is ALWAYS running.
Probably this is a good thing for someone who loves to write. I try not to question it anymore – just temper it with common sense.
Oh, and shockingly, I’m writing this at the laundromat – and a Gin Blossoms song has just come on – don’t think for one minute after meeting Robin Wilson last year and getting a hug and a kiss he didn’t fall madly in love with me. I had to let him down easy – in my head. 😉 It just wouldn’t have worked out.
It does snow in Africa
A friend mentioned a song yesterday on her Facebook page. It was Band Aid’s ‘Do they know it’s Christmas’.
Think I’ve mentioned before that I really might need to work on using my edit button. (Says the owner of the ‘Shut-up Buddha’). Here my friend was feeling warm and fuzzy and having memories flooding back and I just had to click on the comment box.
That song is the first of two that drive me bananas! Don’t get me wrong, very catchy tunes – love the artists – this is strictly lyric related.
Let’s take a look at a couple of lines shall we?
“And the Christmas bells that ring there, are the clanging chimes of doom,
well tonight thank God it’s them, instead of you”.
WTH? “Chin up Africa, better you than me eh?”
I don’t think praying and saying ‘thank you’ for your blessings is quite the same as something like, “Dear God, thank you! Thank you for letting the people in Africa die instead of me!” Really?
I know, I KNOW. I get what he’s trying to say there – but was there no time for a rewrite? Couldn’t pass the song over to someone else for a little review? Oh, that’s right, there was a co-writer too! Midge Ure.
‘Thank God is THEM instead of YOU’? *shudder*
Next line: “And there wont be snow in Africa this Christmas time, The greatest gift they’ll get this year is life”.
Um. Would they rather have an ipad in their stocking?
Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t life the greatest gift?
As for the snow, it is the continent of Africa. I realize water is needed. But probably snow is not expected. Africa is a big place and many countries do get some snow there. Johannesburg in South Africa even had some snow this year! Also, did you know there’s a ski resort in Morocco? I don’t think it has to snow for it to be Christmas Time, and if it does, then Australia is out of luck too. And me, here in the desert.
I’ll leave that one alone for now, Band Aid made a lot of money for a good cause. Thank you Bob ‘the Sir’ Geldof. x
So let’s pick on Lisa Stansfield and ‘All around the world’.
You could get so lost in the chorus you might almost miss the lyric contradictions.
“Been around the world and I, I, I, I can’t find my baby. I don’t know when, I don’t know why, why he’s gone away …”
Aw! What happened Lisa??? She doesn’t know! 😦 And she’s looking for him! She’s looked everywhere!
Oh wait – there’s more to the song.
“We had a quarrel, and I let myself go. I said so many things, things he didn’t know”.
Oh. Hmmm … well, I’m thinking that might have something to do with why he went away, but everyone argues right? If only she knew why he left!!
Wait – there’s more to the song.
“He gave the reason, the reasons he should go”.
*sigh* Well! Mystery solved. Someone might want to tell her those reasons he gave for going … is why her baby went away.
I’d stop looking for him if I were her, I mean, she’s already been all around the world searching. Maybe she could stay a little while in Johannesburg and make a snow angel?
Giggle Snaps
What is WRONG with me? Since Friday I’ve been on a roller coaster of moods.
Went from snapping at anything that dared to cut its eyes at me (inanimate objects included) to breathlessly laughing with my son.
Had flashbacks today of some of that laughter – which brought about the giggles at my desk. Of course, that also brought eyes upon me and when they saw my screen was displaying something as mundane as the VA web portal, I’m sure they wondered whether or not they had a sane person in the helm of the loan ship.
I must have seemed a teeny bit demented.
Then I’m driving home today and started thinking about Christmas, the ever working in overdrive tangent part of my brain kicked a metaphor into my head, so now I’m maniacally laughing while driving at this thought:
My sex life (past tense as I am now in a self-induced celibate state) was much like a Christmas gift. You know, the one you got that you give the mock ‘Oh!” eyes to, so you don’t hurt the gift givers feelings? The one you politely smile at and say ‘thank you’ – all the while knowing you’re going to have to take responsibility for giving the gift you really wanted to yourself. My fault really for never telling Santa what I really wanted.
Left a scathing message for an Account Executive today after speaking to what seemed like a Rue 21 associate at their headquarters. Did they want our business or not? If so, assign a damn professional person to answer the phone with wanting to help coursing through their veins.
I won’t even go into Sunday’s escapades – suffice it to say, when I want a burger, I WANT A BURGER and the mere fact that it’s 10:15 should NOT be an obstacle. I think I scared my son. He mentioned we really needed to get food into me. He’s used to peace/love/compassion/tolerant mom. Not mood swing mom.
I’d blame all this on PMS, but apparently the male scientists have proven that doesn’t actually exist. So I’ll blame it on the fact that I’m a Gemini.
Bonkers!
Stop it!
No, I didn’t create the word, and I’m certain I’m not the only one who uses it – but for the past year I have been the only one I’ve heard that says it on a daily basis. OK, so people around me have started saying it, but that’s sort of adorable.
For over two years I’ve been substituting other colorful words and phrases with such gems like: “That’s bananas!” “Cheese and rice!” “Bonkers!” (My sentences used to be peppered with a vocabulary that would make a sailor blush).
But I digress. I’m innocently sitting here this morning listening to the news and a story about McAfee, who has abandoned his mission to protect our operating systems for hiding in the sand, was just described as “Bonkers!” by an anchor!
Next thing you know, Justin Timberlake will be singing,
“I’m bringin’ bonkers back, (yeah!)” And he might just be cool enough to get credit for it too!
‘Bonkers’ was carefully wrapped in tissue, surrounded by polystyrene peanuts and placed in the back of a vocabulary storage container in a very inconspicuous box. I was the one who carefully retrieved it, getting spider webs in my hair while tripping over other words like: ‘gnarly’ and ‘plethora’.
I almost took Seth McFarlane to task after seeing ‘Teddy Bonkers’ in an American Dad episode … trying to bite my style! The nerve!
I call shenanigans!
And before you say “I use that all the time!” I say to you “La, la, la, I can’t hear you!”
It’s Bonkers I tell you! BONKERS!
Future me
LOL! Found this today and could not resist.
Not only does it have soup (the debauchery kind I’m sure) – but look! Looky look!
It’s me in a dress made in my favorite color – my long hair that I refuse to cut in a bun, and my future cat. (The others must be lurking just out of the view of the artist because I threaten to have at least a dozen).
That’s cranberry juice in the glass as I still don’t drink – and probably that’s a photo of my son on the wall. He must be doing quite well for himself wearing a suit and all.
Someone must have snuck in and placed that lace doily table-cloth on top of my perfectly ravishing red one, because I wouldn’t have put it there.
😉
Debauchery Soup 