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Tuesday, June 07, 2005

I can't wait for my new ipod mini to come in. I've spent a large portion of my day daydreaming about what new joy this tiny little contraption will bring into my life. I feel like a 7 year old on Christmas Eve. I envision myself blasting tunes from my high school days (while driving my 4 door mom wagon) and for a split second actually believing that I'm that 16 year old in a Ford Mustang who weighs 120 pounds soaking wet headed to the lake in my new bikini. Then, I'll snap back into reality and realize that I'm actually a 25 year old mom whose right thigh weighs 120 pounds and doesn't even glance at the binkinis on the rack anymore and heads straight for the solid black one piece swimsuit, because black is slimming. Not that it matters to the only person who really sees me in a swimsuit, my one year old. At his age he assumes that I look the way everyone looks. Boy does he have alot to learn!

Speaking of songs from "back in the day". Isn't it funny how one can come on the radio and instantly lift your mood or make you think of someone that you've lost contact with? I have a few of those songs myself. The song "Sitting Up In My Room" was one of Brandy's first hits and my friend Sherry and I would drive around with the windows down blasting this song and singing at the top of our lungs. I'm sure the neighbors were really glad when I graduated high school and declared a major in toxicology and not music. In fact, the world should be greatful! But, we thought we were cool and although we hardly ever see each other anymore except when we are both buying groceries at the same time, that song still instantly makes me think of her.

Another song is "The Chair" by George Strait. First of all, who doesn't love George. Whether or not you like country music, you must agree that he's a total hottie. Anyway, this song reminds me of another friend with a flair for the dramatic. Anytime he was a little depressed about his love life (which was like 95% of the time) this song was his theme song for some reason. He always had a way of picking girls who had no interest in him except to fill the gap between the loser they just got rid of and the next loser in line. I guess he finally thought the losers had the right idea and turned into one of them. He is now about 27 years old and still going through women quicker than underwear from what I hear.

My cousin John and I were extremely close in high school. He was only one year younger than me and the song "I would Walk 500 Miles" instantly reminds me of the time that we were camped out in front of the TV watching Much Music TV (some stupid channel that played videos in hopes of selling the CD to people watching) and this song came on. John, dressed in his white boxers with red lips all over them, decided to sing into the remote and dance for me to this song. He would DIE if he knew I was telling this to anyone who might know him. LOL!

And finally, a song that brings back fond memories of drinking, acting stupid, and high school dances was playing the other night at my father in law's house. "Space Cowboy" was at one time one of my favorite songs. I have had so many good times hanging out with friends while listening to this that I can't even count. LittleMan seems to enjoy it too. Especially the part about shaking your trees...he shakes his butt to that part. My poor child.

Anyway, my ipod will surely be filled with these songs and a few more. So that when I leave work after an especially horrible day, I can click it over and pretend just for a moment that I'm a hot teenager with my whole life in front of me instead of a mom in a dead end job who has to get home and wash dishes and cook supper.

Melissa

Melissa @ 4:25 PM | comment

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Melissa
Melissa-Mom to LittleMan (4/04); wife to LuckyHusband; full-time toxicologist; full-time housekeeper; full-time domestic laundromat manager (washes all the clothes); full-time domestic finance manager (pays all the bills and yells at husband for spending too much money on fishing stuff); and Keeper of the Cheerios. Lives in a tiny town; spends tons of time with family; reads; enjoys crafts. Can change a diaper, fill a sippy cup, and put on a toddler's shoes in 15.4 seconds flat, all while calculating the impact of petroleum hydrocarbons to a nearby surface water body (watch for me in the Toddler Olympics on CBS this fall). Addicted to Dr. Pepper; Kit Kats; and pasta. To spot me in a crowd: I'm the one with frizzy messed-up hair, smeared graham crackers on my shirt; huge purse with a diaper peeking out, toddler on her hip, and camera in hand at all times.

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