Thursday, July 18, 2013

Pour Some Sugar On Me?

Homemaking Thursday

Yeah, I’m blowing off Homemaking Thursday because I have something seriously disturbing to report. I've been singing along to "Pour Some Sugar On Me" incorrectly for years. This fabulous tune was released in the U.S. in April 1988. I was 17 years old. The album it was included on, Hysteria, helped define my late-teen youth. So how was I screwing it up?

Pour some sugar on me
When your needle’s low
Pour some sugar on me
C’mon fire me up

My logic was that sugar is fuel and when your needle is low, it must mean you need to have sugar poured on you to replenish that fuel. Of course, as it turns out, the team that penned this song (Steve Clark, Phil Collen, Joe Elliot, Robert John “Mutt” Lange, and Rick Savage) did not mean to refill one’s tank as specifically as I imagined. 
The true lyrics are:
Pour some sugar on me
In the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C’mon fire me up

I redeem myself only by realizing that the spirit remains the same, just the delivery is different.

I dedicate this post to and for all those who have ever screwed up the lyrics.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Ask A Psychic? Why Not?

Health and Wellness Wednesday

I’m considering going to see a psychic medium. Again. I've had a phone session with Nancy Myer and it was a positive experience for me. I seem to be at a crossroads (again) and I’m seriously considering getting her input. I also recently saw the documentary called No One Dies in Lily Dale and it reminded me how much I enjoyed my session with Nancy. The cost would be $100 for 30 minutes on the phone with her.

Should I do this? Would you do this? What questions should I have for her?

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

I'm Sick of Being Mean to Women; and That Includes ME

The Woman I want to be Tuesday

Why are women so mean to each other? Why are men so much better at letting things go? I read something today: “Men can’t understand women; and why should they? Women understand women and they can’t stand each other.”
Do we really hate each other? Why are we all so crabby? Why am I so crabby?
In the spirit of The Woman I want to be Tuesday I want to make an oath. A vow. Think kindly. Speak kindly. Behave kindly. I will start with being kind to myself and my most near and dear. Stop being contrary just for the sake of it. Stop taking the other side, just because.

Think kindly.
Speak kindly.
Behave kindly.

How have you been unkind to yourself today? Do you want to change that?

Monday, July 15, 2013

My Favorite Things My Friends With Children Have Uttered

Marriage and Relationship Monday

Rob and I don't have kids. Our dearest friends, Stan and Sammie, do. I'm going to skip all of the boring reasons why Rob and I chose not to parent. And I'm also going to skip the obligatory they're-great-parents fawning over Stan and Sammie.

Socializing with Stan and Sammie practically every weekend and even taking a few weekenders with them, I have come to appreciate their parent-isms that I've heard. Some of them are uttered with impatience, others with envy. Some are uttered while drunk and others are the musings of the sober.

"You don't understand. You don't have kids."
"Why did we have kids? They're so annoying."
"Where are the kids?"
"You two should've had kids."
"You two are so lucky you never had kids."
"Let's drink at our house. We couldn't get a sitter."
"The sitter cancelled. Let's drink at our place."
"If you come to our place we won't have to pay for a sitter."
"My kids don't like you."
"Why don't you like my kids?"
"When they misbehave, we threaten the kids that they'll have to go live with you."
"My kids love you so much."
"You are so great with my kids. Why didn't you have your own?"
"Why do you love my kids? They're so annoying."

What are your favorite things your friends with kids, friends without kids, or friends with kids the exact same age as yours, have said?