25 Songs, 25 Days: Day 19

Day 19:  The First Song Alphabetically On Your Ipod

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If you read yesterday’s post, you are aware that I lost my MP3 player a while back.  I can’t tell you how many times I have searched this house and my car to find it.  There are two reasons that I haven’t replaced it yet.  One.  It bothers the living shit out of me that it is here in this house SOMEWHERE!  (This may not be totally true.  Last year we realized that our younger cat was pushing things off my desk and in the trashcan.  Say what you want, cats can be jerks because I’m sure he’s doing it on purpose.)  Two.  Most of the 200 songs I had I downloaded from Limewire eons ago.  It was free.  Yes, I know.  It was wrong but I don’t see much of a difference between that and when we used tape decks in the 90′s to record our favorite songs off the radio.

I think most people have done this day (and the 20th) by the song, but my brain is not cooperating… I mean that was a lot of songs and it has been missing for quite some time now.  I do think I can remember the artist that would have been first and last.  That will have to do, folks.

When this song came out, I was on the verge of breaking up with a guy who had a serious drug problem.  He said over and over again how he wanted to get clean and I was the only person in his life that wasn’t entangled in the demons that him and his friends were.  I was his only hope.  I felt responsible for a long time to be his life raft, but in the end I realized I couldn’t save him.  He needed to save himself and he was in no hurry to do so.  The last night we were together before I disappeared into the dark, this song came on the radio and he said it was a ridiculous song … which was ironic to me because I felt like the girl the song is about.

I left him, but this song followed me.  There was one night my sister and I were bar hopping and it was on three different stations at the same time.  I kept hitting scan trying to get away from it but it wouldn’t go away.  At some point I embraced it as a reminder that I deserved better.

I have no idea what has become of him and really I don’t care.  The nice thing to say is that I hoped he was better, I hoped he was clean.  Unfortunately, I wasted too much time hoping on him years ago.

Need some more groovy songs?  Check out these bloggers!

Did That Just Happen

Surviving The Madhouse

Life In The Wylde West

Four Calders

Bishop Eddie Tatro’s Study

Writing In The Night

Mavadelo’s Mindscape

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25 Songs, 25 Days: Day 18

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Day 18:  A song you love but rarely listen to.

I’m going to tell you something, and if you don’t like it, well then you can suck my imaginary cock.

I love Tori Amos.

It seems that Tori is much like Prince in the sense that you either love her or hate her.  You never hear anyone say, “That Tori Amos, she’s okay.”  Not the way it goes.  This girl is a Tori lover.

I saw Tori before I ever heard her.  No, not in person.  Her image was in a BMG music catalog (90′s flashback!  Holla if you know what I’m talking about!).  She had this flaming red hair and this crazed look to her.  Fourteen year old me said, now there’s a bitch I could party with… and she was.

After my ‘siting’, I sought her music out and I have never discovered one single song that I don’t like.  I have met one other die hard Tori fan in my life, and we were pretty much like a mini-cult in my area.  If you said something bad about Tori, we just might put a roadkill squirrel in your mailbox.  (And you better pray you have a mailbox, because if you don’t… just wait and see where we put that cadaver instead!)

At one time, I had almost a complete Tori collection … first in cassette tapes, then in CDs.  Then as I moved with the times, I synced all my CDs with my MP3 player.  I then donated the CDs to the Food Bank so the magic of Tori could spread and spread.  Genius!

No… IDIOTIC.  I lost my MP3 player two years ago and I keep thinking I will indeed find it in this house, so I’ve never restocked my Tori collection … or any other for that matter.  So that is why I rarely hear this song that I love, because I’m hopeful that I will find that little pink box of magic and 90′s hits.

Here’s a live version of Hello, Mr. Zebra.  You rock, Tori Amos.

My blogging peeps are still at their song challenge!  Check their favorite jams out!

Did That Just Happen

Surviving The Madhouse

Life In The Wylde West

Four Calders

Bishop Eddie Tatro’s Study

Writing In The Night

Mavadelo’s Mindscape

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25 Days, 25 Songs: Day 17

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Day 17:  A song you that makes you want to dance.

There are so many songs that can make this girl booty shake.  This song makes me think of the years I did the heaviest of my bar hopping.  If I close my eyes, I can see me waltzing towards the dance floor, one hand in the air swinging a cold Corona over my head.  I’m already rocking back and forth.  I take a swig and finish off my beer.  I squeeze my way through the crowd, stopping momentarily to cut a rug with people I know, until I make my way to my best clubbing buddy Yardley.  Yardley was my officially dance partner in those days.  We both loved dancing and gin, and for an added bonus everyone knew Yardley’s wife was white … and they always assumed I was her.  It allowed me to go out there and get down, but also have a cock-blocking front.  It worked both ways.  Yardley’s wife knew that my assumed wife presence kept the single ladies at bay.

Want more music?  Check out these bloggers!

Did That Just Happen

Surviving The Madhouse

Life In The Wylde West

Four Calders

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Four Kittens With Seven Eyes

April has not quite taken the course I would have imagined.  This month has chewed me up and spit me out and quite frankly, I’m happy it’s half way over at the rate it is going.  Some of you may have noticed my post have been a little skimpy.  I’ve said nothing about a cake and haven’t even reviewed the last book I read.  Damn you, April.

April 1st:

I had a sneaky suspicion something wasn’t quite right, but I like being tough.  I believe that if you start thinking your sick and feeling sorry for yourself that you will certainly start become ill.  That’s why I kept my positive pants on.  Monday (March 31st), I had some sinus pressure (which is not unusual) and a bit of nausea (which generally comes with sinus pressure).  Not a big deal.  When I woke up April Fool’s Day morning (jokes on me!) I knew that there was no denying it.  I had picked up some sort of stomach bug and my sinus pressure was just an added bonus.  I was playing a pong game between There’s Nothing Wrong With Me and Calling In Sick (something I very, very rarely do) when my mother called.  Her dog who had not been well was doing worse.  I told her to get in the car and drive to my work and I would meet her there.  There, decision made.  I was going to work.

I stayed there with my mom during her dog’s exam and helped with her x-rays, but as soon as I saw my mom out the door I confessed to my coworkers that I was pretty sure I was about to spend the next 12 to 500 hours in the bathroom.  I apologized over and over.  I hate not being at work.

As the day progressed, so did this virus and my sinus pressure.  I laid on the couch with one hand pressing a warm compress to my sinuses and my other hand holding a can of ginger ale.  A bottle of Pepto Bismol sat near by for convenient shot taking.  Bottoms up, bitches.

At dinner time, I got up and attempted making chicken yakisoba as planned.  The beau asked, “Are you sure you want to bother with dinner?”

“I got this.”

I pulled the chicken breast out of the fridge and stared at them, then started gagging.  “How do you feel about a grilled cheese night?”

“Whatever you want to do.”

I don’t know if it was the smell of the butter or the cheese, but one of them was making me wish I would never see this combination of food ever again.  Finally, two sandwiches were done.  I plated them with some chips and a pickle and set the beau up at the table.  “Dinners ready!”

He came in and analyzed the tablescape (yes, I’m joking on Sandra Lee).  “Um, I thought you were going to eat.”

“Nope.  Not eating.”

“Aw, you didn’t have to make me something.”

“It’s fine. Enjoy your dinner.  I’ll be on the couch.”

I am much like my mother in several ways.  An example of this is how I try my best to keep all normalcy in the face of illness.  Sure, I could have told the beau that my stomach contents were thinking of having a launch off party and he shouldn’t expect anything to eat, but that’s just not how I roll.  Maintain normalcy at all cost.

I fell on the couch, clutching my aching head and thanking the stars above that I had gotten away from the smell of those grilled cheese.  That’s when I heard the beau’s feet heading towards the living room.  I peeked through my hands at him making his way to the couch with his dinner.

“It doesn’t feel right sitting at the table by myself.  I was lonely.”

Ughhhhhhh.

The next morning, I woke up and even though I had prayed to the sickness gods that I wouldn’t be worse… I was.  At this point I had self-diagnosed myself with the double whammy… a brain tumor and a stomach tumor… and for an added bonus, my sinus headache had caused me to grind my teeth all night and I had nailed that stupid flap of gingiva that hangs over my lower wisdom tooth.

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Not only is the flap super painful and swollen at this point, but it becomes a trap for bacteria.  Now I’m constantly rubbing my sinuses, rubbing the sore side of my jaw, taking Pepto Bismol, sipping ginger ale, swishing salt water in my mouth, taking my sinus medication and 800 mg of Advil every four hours.  I can tell you that those last two bits … my angry stomach did not appreciate at all.

You’ll be glad to know that I did recover from the GI bug, but it took nearly a week to get my appetite back (partially because of the 3200 mg daily ibuprofen intake).  Over a week later, I finally went to the dentist to be lectured about how my wisdom tooth removal was sixteen years overdue and this would never resolve until I had them removed.  I nodded and took my antibiotic prescription so I could finally get the smell of death out of my mouth.

Other news:

The beau text me during the turning point of my gut funk to inform me he had found four baby kittens at his work.  Like a sucker, I told him to take them to my work.  I would call ahead and let them know not to yell at him when he showed up with a box of kittens.

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It’s not that we don’t love kittens, it’s just that we aren’t very good at the adoption business.  Most people who walk through the doors of an animal hospital are not looking to adopt an animal.  Some of them are even trying to turf their current animals off on us.  It’s just not a fair situation for anyone.

It turns out, this litter was lucky that the beau scooped them up and rescued them.  One weepy eye little kitten was about to need serious medical intervention.

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Oh yeah, that is as bad as it looks.  Hattie (named from Cap Hatfield who had the injury that turned his eye white) had an eye infection that took a serious turn for the worse.  This is her right before surgery to have her eye removed.  Here she is after she had recovered enough to get back to her siblings.

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And here she a few days later, falling asleep sitting up, stoned out of her mind on her pain meds.

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She’s currently doing fine and her fame on Facebook has gotten her whole litter some early attention.  Hopefully, we’ll be able to find homes quickly for all of these gremlins.

On The Subject Of Work:

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TEAM ESAH rocked the Run For The Animals Marathon! We raised almost five hundred dollars in donations for the homeless animals in our area.

And while we were there… we did some Stella advertising!

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Nice t-shirt iron-ons, huh?

STELLA NEWS:

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Stella is still looking for a forever family.  We have had a stroke of luck and a lovely man named Jack Huh has come in to help us.  Jack has volunteered at several ASPCA shelters and has worked with many dogs to make them more adoptable.  He’s coming by to hang out with Stella a few days a week.  He’s been calling around to see if he can find a shelter in our region to take her, but so far as struck out.  Sadly, many of the shelters are full if not overloaded.  We are keeping our fingers cross that he’ll get us a break.

And that’s that!  Look for some cake updates and some book reviews!  I think I’m back on track!

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25 Songs, 25 Days: Day 16

 

Day 16:  A song that has made you cry

I had to dig deep into the online journals of the world, but I found it … and the song.  Isn’t it funny that one song could have caused you to becoming a sobbing puddle once and you can’t remember what the hell it was?

The Song:

 The Journal Entry:

4/29/2006

I have been doing so well in my new found inner peace of not needing anyone until I found someone deserving.  That I was going to be stronger.  I was going to be less fragile.  I would put up with less and demand more.  I had gone for over a week without that inner pangs of not having a warm body beside me.  Not once had I slid my open hand across the sheets in yearning that someone would be there.  I hadn’t desperately stared into the darkness imagining that someone would be staring back.  I was alone and I was at peace with that.

And as things usually do, it snuck up on me.  Listening to the radio, a song that never comes on due to it’s probably ten years in age and I think it’s lack of on air popularity came on.  I went as stiff as rigor mortise.  I could feel the inner burning of my eye sockets ready to let loose.  As clear as I could hear the song, I could hear him singing along quietly in my ear.  I could feel him wrapped around me.  The tightness of his cheek pressed on my shoulder.  How I could be so naked, yet feel so protected.

Thankfully, it is a short song and it left as quickly as it had struck me to the core.  I breathed deeply unsure if I was trying to savor the feeling it had brought or if I was trying to walk myself through it.  I have to be stronger.  I have to be less fragile.  I have put up with less and demand more. 

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25 Songs, 25 Days: Day 15

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Day 15:  A Song You Love Singing Along To

Okay, okay.  I’ve been off the scene for a few days!  There was complete ciaos here in my world and I find it really hard to write blogs when I fall asleep sitting upright on the couch.  I apologize.  More to come about that in an upcoming blog I’m sure.

I’m  going to tell you right now, that in the event I’m ever in a bar fight again (yes, again) if I had to choose one person to have my back in a fantasy bar fight match … it would be Miranda Lambert.  She is one bad ass, drinking, singing bitch.  I honest to God believe she would burn your house down. (See Kerosene)

I had a hard time settling on what song to pick for this day, but I narrowed it down and told myself it had to be a song to that came out in the last year.  I love to sing lots of songs, in the security on my vehicle while I’m traveling alone at 70 mph.  This has had to have been the most fun though.

I remember when this song first came out and the beau was watching the video on CMT.  “Why is she in a bathtub with no water and her clothes on?”

“Because crazy heartbroken bitches do weird shit.”

I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I had indeed at one time spent time in a waterless bathtub with my clothes on and a bottle of .  Somethings are just better left in your past.

Check out my fellow bloggers who have left me behind in the dust because I was a slacker.  As Chelsea from Books, Booze and Bitchin’ told me, the challenge technically didn’t say it was a consecutive 25 days.  There’s some leeway for my crazy life after all.

Did That Just Happen

Surviving The Madhouse

Life In The Wylde West

Four Calders

Bishop Eddie Tatro’s Study

Writing In The Night

Mavadelo’s Mindscape

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25 Songs, 25 Days: Day 14

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Whoever came up with list is a pure genius, because these keep getting harder and harder.

I asked the beau the other day what song made him think of me, and I got the same response I would have given to this question.  “How do you narrow it down to one song?”

For fun, I wanted to do Vanilla Ice.  Somewhere in the first year that we upgraded from being friends to being more, he sang all of Vanilla Ice while we were lying in bed.  Finally, my teenage dreams had come true.  Having a blue-eyed, blonde haired man sing Vanilla Ice to me in my bed.  There is a god!

You know that awkward time in a relationship when you know you love someone and you think they love you, but you don’t know for sure… and you don’t want to be the doofus to say you love them just to get the pat on the back, “Thanks” response? Well, that’s where I was.

Every time this song came on the radio or the music channel in our presence, the beau would sing it with a little more intent that just your average jam on the radio.  He’d squeeze my hand if he was holding it.  He’d sing the words in my ear if we were sitting on the couch.  He’d hug me tighter.  Because of this song, I knew that he loved me before he ever said it.

However, I had to know for sure … so at some point I drank a bunch of Guinness and said with one squinty eye, “Do you love me or what?”

Dating me … boy it must be quite experience.

And let’s be honest, I don’t think it’s too far of a stretch that the beau might have to break me out of a mental facility at some point!

Check out what songs my blogging homeys are picking!

Did That Just Happen

Surviving The Madhouse

Life In The Wylde West

Four Calders

Bishop Eddie Tatro’s Study

Writing In The Night

Mavadelo’s Mindscape

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