Sunday, January 17, 2010

Sunday Motown catch-all

I'm watching Food Network but it's muted so I don't have to listen to Rachel Ray. I want to see what she's cooking without sympathetically clearing my throat every 30 seconds. I know she has a health issue, but sometimes it's distracting. Angie Harmon appears to be at the high end of my raspy female voice tolerance.

Anyway, I've got Pandora set at what remains my favorite feel-good station, Motown. Just finished "Jimmy Mack," "Will you love me tomorrow?" and now I'm snappin' my fingers to "Come See About Me." I can't listen to Motown without being in a pleasant, dance-around-the-kitchen mood. I've been running to Motown a lot too, trying to immerse myself in it for a project I'm starting at school this week. Every year my school does a fund-raiser where the male teachers compete in a pageant--casual wear, talent, and evening wear--and the female teachers perform together in two choreographed dance routines. Choreographed by me, hence the Motown research and all this trying-on of songs. It's a hoot and a half, teachers dancing. Picture your math teacher or your science teacher doing hip hop. Yep, it's like that. This year we're doing hip hop and Motown. What's amazing about it is that it became this wonderful bonding experience for all of the ladies. I can't wait to get started with them this week.

Ooooh... "Stand by Me" is playing. See? How can you not love this music? I do believe it's the only kind of music where I know all the words. Thanks Dad--your "Big Chill" and "Dirty Dancing" albums did good work.

Be my, be my baby... whoa-oh-oh...

So woo hoo for a three day weekend. I'm not making any public lists again, but let's just say I'm typing by the warm glow of an indoor holiday tree... still. Motivation to do a solo Christmas-removal was just not something I had this week. You know, with all the barfing. Last night was a great night though: E and I swung through the Chick Fil-A drive thru and took the kids to see the new Chipmunks movie. It was aiight. Yeah, it had a good message, but it was no Pixar movie. After the kids' movie E and I generally stay and watch something else while the kids snooze in the back. E surprised me by watching the thing I wanted to watch rather than a compromise movie neither of us were that excited about. I have to say I loved the setting more than the script, but Amy Adams was just as enjoyable as she usually is in Leap Year.

Ain't gonna do you wrong... why you gone... Ain't gonna do you wrong...

Friday afternoon saw me driving the kids around after I picked up Roo and I could feel the throes of "the Crazies" about to hit me. I wasn't really sure about the cause, but work (when I could go) this week was an uphill battle, and the kids' health put me in a weird place. E suggested I go get a pedicure when he got home. We still have almost no money, but he knew that some quiet time would help me regather my thoughts. Plus, let's face it: FOOT RUBS = LOVE. At least at my house, that's how it is. Last night he told me (through my whining) that I could go buy a box of haircolor today if it was bothering me that much. It is. What a guy. :)

Oh, girl... I'd be in trouble if you left me now... 'Cause I don't know where to look for love...

Yesterday morning I met a friend for coffee (caffeine-free tea, on my part) which was also so nice. There are a lot of people in my life that I don't see as often as I'd like, and Janine is one of them. She's one of those people that I feel such a strong connection to--and she's been in my life since I was 13. I figure anybody who liked me during the awkward years must really be a good person to know. Anyway, it made my heart happy.

Okay, but let me be straight with you. I feel right off the caffeine wagon last night at Chick Fil-A. Right off that wagon and into a large coke. I'll be using today to redeem myself. Hopefully.

WHY DO YOU BUILD ME UP... buttercup baby, just to let me down? and mess me around...

I'm also sitting at my laptop weighing the choice to either watch church on the live feed at 9:30 (in 7 minutes) or go to ze Wal Marts and buy that hair color. It's a tough call this morning. Maybe that's a terrible thing to admit in public.

Hold on... I'm comin'.... Hold on... I'm comin'...



  1. Go get the hair color! God is everywhere and He'll hear your prayers no matter if they're from the living room watching the live feed, in a pew at church or at Walmart getting hair dye! I won't tell you where He hears me most! haha

  2. Motown makes me feel like a million bucks. I have an eight-disc set with all the tunes you mentioned. I must listen to every time I drive the hour from St. Pete to Sarasota. Good stuff.

    Your husband gives you foot rubs? NICE. I bet even rich bitches would kill for a husband foot rub.

  3. I absolutely feel you on the Motown. It's what I was raised on, and like you said, probably the only genre of music in which I always know the words. I also have a Motown station on Pandora that keeps me focused and helps me be uber-productive at work :)