Dear Mom,
(I will address this to you as I'm sure you're the only person who has the tenacity to keep checking my poor forgotten woeful little blog),
As you may know, I like to use song titles for my blog titles.
You may wonder why I chose this particular one, as a) you know, having given birth to me, that I am, indeed, a girl and b) what?
I chose it because it is the first thing in 2009 that I was simultaneously able to annoy my entire family with.
I have what I like to refer to as eclectic taste in music.
I have what my husband likes to call, pardon his french, shitty taste in music.
(coming from someone who feels filled with joy when listening to "bands" like Disturbed - swear to God - that is a indirect quote- I believe the direct quote was "Is it weird that music like that makes me feel overwhelmingly happy?" - I don't give his opinion on that subject a whole lot of thought. Oh and answer? Yes. It's weird. You need help that you clearly will never seek which is why my IPOD will always beat yours to the plug in jack in my car.)
As usual, I digress...
back to me finding a fun way to annoy the rest of the people that live in my house.
Insert IPOD into dock
search for John Denver or something similar (which conversely fills my husband with, not joy, but rage. And that's a direct quote. Seriously. Need therapy much?)
Turn it Loud (just like the Headpins did in the 80's, which, by the way, is another kick ass tune I have in my file, that while it doesn't make GG fill with rage, does in fact, make him roll his eyes)
Break out in my best (which is frankly, not very good) running man.
Do a running commentary about how good I am at the running man, exaggerating words like AWESOME, RAD, SWEET and WICKED (this part of the act is done to annoy the boys, who are more visually stimulated than their father, which means I also have to yell WATCH ME every few seconds).
So, mother dearest, perhaps next time my father's solitaire clickingclickingclicking starts to get on your last nerve, unclench your jaw, turn on some music that he hates and bust out your best dance moves.
Works for me.
xoxo
YLD
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PS Here's some stuff I did this week.
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