Musicology

Music means a lot to me. Reading allows me to hide behind a story. Writing allows me to purge those things that are inside myself and find a sense of relief. But music, it lifts me up. It touches me and it makes me feel emotions that are actually healthy....novel I know. When I am having a case of the blahs (yeah I know ya all thought that name up there meant talk, talk, talk - I guess sorta, but it more points to the blahs hit me 3 times harder than I would like) I look into my CD collection for something uplifting. Sometimes its hip hop, sometimes pop...but most of the time I will pull out Josh Groban. I know, that stuns ya doesn't it??? I can hear your thoughts...has anyone told this chic to look at the Mariah or all the flippin Eminem on this blog?!?!?! But seriously, Josh Groban's voice punches ya right in the heart and holds it. Sometimes it makes you smile and sometimes the emotions overwhelm a girl. I was listening to his new CD on the plane ride home and with Shell's Pour Your Heart Out Post from the other day, a 2 year old asserting her point of view, my case of whiney this week this song hit me.





And then....I heard a song for the first time that blew me away. I had tears in my eyes. Not from being sad....but from I don't know how to describe all the emotions that this song brings out. It is called War At Home. It is so not what I expected.......we all have our battles: illness, fertility, psychological disorder, friends/family away at war, storm damage and so many others big and small that we or someone in our family deal with (which means we get to deal with it). We all fight our wars at home, and it doesn't matter if we get knocked down we dust ourselves off and fight another day. My favorite line in this song is, "Through the void of silence you are not alone. You see these hands they're a million strong, they are yours now. Hold on love we're all going down."




So, my bloggie friends...my hands may be bruised from my war at home but I am here for ya if you need anything!!!!!

Parenting FAIL

I was driving home from work the other day listening to Eminem’s Recovery disc, not really paying any attention to what was coming out of my radio. My mind was on a million and three other things. I got to daycare to pick up Doodles. When we got in the car he was full of his day. After 2 or 3 blocks he got quiet. All of a sudden…

“Mommy, I heard that F word.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Where are we going?”

“Therapy…can you be quiet, traffic is horrible.”

“Yes.”

HELLO….Clue number 1 that something was amiss! Yep, I missed it. Quiet 6 year old?!?!

After therapy we went into Chick-Fil-A and we were goofing around, being silly. And out of that boy’s mouth pops…

“Mommy, you are so hysterical you should be workin at a circus like a clown.” (said in total rap, gangsta beat)

The light bulb was starting to flicker, but still dim….this teenage boy looked at him, looked at me and asked “did he just sing Eminem?”

Doodles laughes…and looks at the boy and tells him “yes, we listened to the CD. There was lots of F words.” OH NO!!!! My eyes pop out of my head…the teenage boys laugh and look at me “Cool”. Not cool…6, so not cool to expose my child to that!

WINNER – Worst mother of the year….right here! I win!!!! Woot. I just can’t wait until he tells everyone at church what kind of music mommy lets him listen too………UGH. FAIL