Friday, July 29, 2011

FM Radio

Heyyyyyyy, y'all!

Guess who's feeling better??

Just in time for the weekend, I might add, with a little, snarky tee hee, the tee hee that means, ha ha ha, work, I saved my WELL for not-you!  tee hee.

Anyway, I know I'm a bit random today, but guess what.

I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this radio station, to which you ought to listen while you are at work.  I am not joking.  I am pretty sure this channel only plays things from the second half of 1988 through, oh, say, maybe early 1998.  My high school and college time (shut up, yes, that is slightly more than the appropriate 8 years, but I have completed some of my Master's, thanks very much.).

DUDE.  Thas some good music time, y'all.

It's not a lot of grungy-Seattle music, although a bit which is fine, mostly Smashing Pumpkins. 

It's not a lot of peppy 80's bubble gum, although a bit of Debby Gibson never hurt anybody.

It's not a lot of big-hair Great White nonsense, although you and I both know that once you are bitten you are, indeed, twice shy, babe.

It IS a lot of Beastie Boys and then Prince and then MMMM BOP and then FUNKY COLD MEDINA and then LITTLE MISS CAN'T BE WRONG and then Snoop Dog and then Runaway Train and then old skool Beyonce and then that song Stay by that one chick and then something else that all makes you go OH YES, THIS.

Because, truly.  Oh, yes.  This.

These are the songs of when I was learning to be me, you know.  The soundtrack of what weed smells like and how I can't wear fitted shirts, even when I'm skinny.  The playlist of I love him and I'll knit him something and he will think I'm sweet (SWEET.  IMAGINE)  and then use me for a ride somewhere.  The backdrop of a movie scene of how to be friends with girls who have their own kitchens and how to cook ONE DAMN THING that doesn't start with "hamburger" or end with "helper."

When jeans didn't flare.  And then did.  And then didn't again.

When my sort of curly hair was fine even if I didn't brush it, and only had ONE GRAY STRAND EVER.

When nobody else wore make-up, either.

When, even though I really wanted Doc Martins I was wearing Keds.  Because, come on.  I lived in Charlotte for most of that time.

(Charlotte is a very keds and flower-bangs kind of place.)

This is my music, y'all.  I didn't necessarily know that when it was current, but that is kind of traditionally how I roll.  I've kind of always been about 20 years behind where I should be.  Just wait.  Next year I will TOTALLY fall in love with Beck.  He's been making eyes at me already.  I mean it.

I gotta go.  Because, you know...  Never Gonna Get it by En Vogue just kicked on.  And I mean, a girl's gotta do...

Tuesday, July 26, 2011


While I do NOT like to hug, I do, however, like to be taken care of.  My husband is proving his worth by taking care of everyone/everything else at our house while I go to bed on Nyquil at 7:00 p.m.  Night after glorious, glorious night.

I'm still sick.

It's either pertussis or the black plague of death.

Honey badger don't care.

So in the bed, all Nyquilled up, I'm turning on the tee vee, which is already going to either be on History, Nat Geo, or Discovery.  Mama doesn't like the comedies.

Has anybody else noticed (besides Janie, my hetero-life partner) that Nat Geo is All Things Nazis, lately?  HOW AWESOME IS THIS?

Ich Bin Ein Berliner!

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Drama Baby's Mom

My baby is going to be a superstar one day.  I don't watch a lot of tee vee, and so I didn't even know that this was a pretty great impersonation of Jim Carey.  I'll put these videos side-by-side for your enjoyment.

Here's Doodlebug:

Here's Jim Carey (best comparison at about 2:20)

My kid is freaking awesome.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Disease Infested Cess Pool of Humanity

cough cough cough hack snort cough cough cough.

I spent two years being completely healthy, and now I'm in the midst of my third cold/flu/ear infection/black plague of death this year.  I'm over it.

This especially ticks me off because I quit smoking, after 20 years of delightfully poisoning myself, in March, and have never cheated, not even once.  It's been almost five months.

I'm coughing, and I hate it.

Also, I am surrounded by people who eat vitamins CONSTANTLY and never get sick, and I can just feel their judgement raining down on me. 

That being said, I served broccoli with dinner last night, and my husband announced that it was the first time he'd eaten a vegetable in a month.

(screw vegetables.  mama likes to eat her some bread.  and meat.  and bread.)

(screw vitamins, too, because the few times I have tried to take them, I puked them up.  so no thank you.)

(and screw the hippies that take vitamins, too, because I am a big believer in medicine but not so much in vitamins.  shut it, judgemental hippies.)

I'm glad I have this out of my system.  'scuse me while I go cough up a lung.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Early 90's Dance Punk Rocker Chick

So much the same:

Groove is in the heart reminds me completely of:

It is entirely possible that this explains the crush I have on DJ Lance Rock.  Because I love him, that's why.

And also I love DeeLite.  The same way.


I wouldn't dance for another.