Today, Leon joined me on my lunch break and we took a quick troll around the mall which ended with me smelling like lemons (YUM!). On said trip, we swung by Claire’s, the mecca of all things 13-years of age and younger, so I might look for lanyards that would serve me during my time at the schools this year, as I have to wear a badge every day. Yes, I want pretty badge holders. I’m a girl.
While there, I saw something that made Baby Jesus cry. And now I’m going to make you cry. This is my amused face. The 1980s was 20 years ago for a reason.
I blame you, Kanye West. Don’t you bring back long dead trends without good reason. And there is no good reasons for wannabe sunglasses. Especially not in nasty plain plastic colors. You should be ashamed of yourself. I want you to stick your nose in the corner and take a time-out. Bad Kanye. It’s the least of your transgressions, but TIME. OUT.
Holy crap on a cracker being sick sucks! My blog was behind because I was lazy this weekend and thus, I had nothing insightful to say while 50 small monkeys pounded various spots on my head and made me feel like I wanted to throw up every 30 seconds. I had the time of my life. Truly.
I have a pretty stellar work ethic (thanks, mom!), so I worked through the migraine on Monday and was going to attempt class Monday night. Nope, it wasn’t happening. Besides being dizzy and afraid of driving, the thought of throwing up in front of my classmates (ala 1st grade fears) didn’t appeal to me. Mmmm nothing says loving like your classmate hurling chinese at ya.
So, I came home and slept for the better part of two days. My family is pretty empathetic, though, all the way down to the dogs. Ever since we got Molly, this is her reaction to my migraines. It’s almost an “I’m so sorry you are dying like a dead cow” face. I think she’d shoot me to put me out of my misery if she could. Thank God she can’t. Who does she think she is to make my choices for me? Living will my white pillsbury biscuits.
A..J. is also sensitive, since he suffers from migraines as well. It almost killed me the first time I realized he was having one. There is nothing like the feeling and realization that you have passed something harmful on to your child through your genetics. As he screamed, I cried silently next to him and held his hand. So, when I have them, he gets the ice packs and checks on me frequently.
To celebrate the end of this “2 day bender” as we shall call it, A.J. decided to take a shower, which is one of his favorite things to do. Not only did he take a shower, but he was busting out the tunes. None of which I can identify. When I was a child, I made up my own tunes, and he does too. They often revolve around how incredibly awesome he is or how no one understands him or how they didn’t understand him until after the meteorite hit him and he was dead and it was too late and how they were all very, very sorry for not listening to him and giving him candy and letting him stay up as late as he wanted. That’s my sweet little self-absorbed baby.
Sometimes, it’s just good to have things back to normal.
The title is the disclaimer. See how easily I did that? We can all do that. It’s a choice. I’m not into demonizing the man that was my first six year old crush or idealizing the same man who, as a helping professional breaks my ever-loving heart with the issues I can see in his interviews.
I am choosing to focus on raw talent and the way that his music and lyrics connect with me, which is what I always do here. I’m an energy type person and the energy that I feel when I hear the music is something pervasive. I have found a particularly touching version of Man in the Mirror, which is one of the first songs that I can remember.
I know that you are saturated with this material. You are tired of hearing about Michael Jackson. You are looking for relief from the news and his pictures. I want to ask you to give Jay Brannan a chance because this is a truly beautiful cover of this song. While I was listening to it, my 8-year old son, A.J., came up to me and said, “Mama, that man has a beautiful voice.”
He sure does.
The music and how it makes you feel is what matters. Let everything else go because it’s done now. Please forgive me for adding to the noise. This is too beautiful NOT to share. I hope that you enjoy it the way I did. It’s not my favorite MJ song (Smooth Criminal, anyone?), but Jay nails this one. Please enjoy. And then let go, and be at peace and with happiness, and focus on the things that matter in your life. Thanks to each one of you for being a part of mine.
Life is like a game. We all have challenges, thoughts, opinions and beliefs. Often, it feels like something out there, life, karma, catty people, or blue shells (for the Kart lovers), seeks to bring us down. Luckily, we always get up. This is where I wear my heart on my sleeve and my foot in my mouth.
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Life is like a game. We all have challenges, thoughts, opinions and beliefs. Often, it feels like something out there, life, karma, catty people, or blue shells (for the Kart lovers), seeks to bring us down. Luckily, we always get up. This is where I wear my heart on my sleeve and my foot in my mouth.
