A Barenaked Complaint!

I have a complaint! A spectacularly huge, horrid, horrendous complain! It’s stuck! LOL, I have a song plastered to the front of my brain. It’s like taffy suctioned to the roof of my mouth, only I can’t stick my fingers in and scrape it away. AHHHHH! It’s wedged in there between Hanson and Limp Bizkit; again I say AHHHHH! It’s not "MMMBop" "Rollin’" around up there, but it’s still a part of "My Generation". ;)

Who needs sleep!?! (Me, Me, Me, I do, I do, I do!) Well, you’re never gonna get it!

DAMN IT!

The following lyrics have been rattling around up there for a week now.

“Who needs sleep?
(Well you’re never gonna get it)
Who needs sleep?
(Tell me what’s that for)
Who needs sleep?
Be happy with what you’re getting
There’s a guy who’s been awake
Since the second world war”

Who needs sleep? - Track 10 - Stunt - Barenaked Ladies

And, yet again I say AHHHHH!

Every morning I sit up in bed; touch my toes to the floor, hands stretch in the air, the yawn trying to blow away my sleepy cobwebs. I enjoy the lovely view out my window and for a moment I’m calm, relaxed, peaceful… then it pops into my head like a personal mantra… (Cringe)

“Wow I slept really well, but I’m still a little tired.”
“But, who needs sleep…” says the tiny circus clown with mismatched eyes, in the center arena of my mind.

And thus it begins again… he follows me into the shower waging his pudgy finger to the beat. He's dancing in the mirror while I'm brushing my teeth and my hair, while I'm applying my makeup. He lingers in corners or on shelves while I’m choosing the day’s outfit. Who needs sleep… when I'm losing my damn mind?

Solution: Time to break the cycle!! Time for new music, Time to change the routine; teeth first and shower second! I refuse to be bought low with yet another morning of taunting questions and perky music quipping in the background. I’M TAKIN MY MIND BACK! (AND I'm given that mini clown the bird as I leave the tent!)

Going early to bed, means I'm early to rise,
And Tomorrow I’ll see the world through rose-colored eyes!

Sleep... zzZzzZzz, I'M UP!

I know EXACTLY how he feels!

Why does Tuesday feel like it's farther away from Saturday (of the coming weekend) than a Monday? Even a Monday morning is more buoyant than Tuesday. Ahh, Tuesday you are the bane of my existence and I wish I could sleep through your droning pace, your snails race, your brightly lying condescending face! Ha Ha, I think I feel a poem coming on...

O, the weary Tuesday dawns,
Rain or shine, I’ve contagious yawns!

I stumble through the morning light,
Chipper, chirpy, smiling bright.

But inside I’m still half asleep,
Dreaming, dozing, sighing deep.

I’m half awake with work to do,
Droopy eyed, can I make it through?

O the dreams I’ll dream tonight,
I’ll curl up warm, hold my pillow tight.

But for now I’ll stretch, eyes open wide,
Cause, If I fall asleep they’ll tan my hide!

Not really! I'm actually one of those few people that love their jobs and the people I work with. My co-workers would definitely point and laugh, I'd never live it down (the taunting would last forever), but I wouldn't be in trouble. :) Life is GOOD!

Enjoy your Tuesday All!

Inkhorn?

If you could see my desk, you would chuckle… NOPE, strike that, you would outright laugh at the amount of desk space dedicated to calendars. Not one, but 6 calendars (give yourself a moment to digest…6…) are strategically spaced to surround the poor sod (i.e. Me, Myself, and I) wedged between stacks of unending paperwork. (Wow, this is bad… I forgot one! THERE ARE 7! Anyone know a good shrink?)

Anywho, my point is INKHORN! You see, one of these lovely little space-wasters is the well known and loved “Word of the Day” calendar. And yes you are correct in thinking that today’s word is (Trumpets please (Hey, it's an old word and deserves a kingly intro)) Inkhorn.


Inkhorn (Link leads to Dictionary.com)
adj: ostentatiously learned : pedantic


Confused? I know I was! If you follow the link to dictionary.com you'll get a better feel for the word. (Think of a know-it-all school teacher that likes to use unendingly HUGE words that nobody understands!)

So, the next time your friend, co-worker, or boss, start throwing their intellectual weight around, you won’t have to revert to the vocabulary of today’s youth (i.e. Tool). You can proudly accuse said party of being an inkhorn. (I defiantly encourage the use of finger pointing here!) But on second thought... I’m pretty sure (in this day and age) the verbal use of the word Inkhorn, makes you an inkhorn too. Damn! Maybe we'll have better luck with tomorrow’s word.

Regardless: thank you Word of the Day calendar for yet another word that I will rarely (if ever) use, but will still delight in knowing.

You can visit Page-A-Day Calendars website to find this and many other delightful calendars.

Elbow Love!

About a year ago a lovely author (who shall remain nameless, for now) encouraged her readers to experience Elbow. And as a devoted reader and noted impulse shopper, I purchased Elbow’s - Seldom Seen Kid from Amazon on the very same day. (This is absolutely NOT the first time I have impulsively purchased an object, product, or experience. Some of my favorite things in life fell in my lap on a whim.) Wonder of wonders, I received my CD in the mail a week later, immediately put the CD in my stereo, and… was horrified by the first song!

Up and Down, Up and Down! Horns Blaring! Sweet acoustic reggae Dave Matthews violently collides with Beethoven’s Symphony No. 5 in C Minor! WTF! Just when I was adapting and thinking those damn horns were done... AHHHH! I was too aghast with the first song to enjoy the songs that followed. (Honestly… I only listened to the next two or three songs.) So, I took the CD out of my stereo, noted the mild and creative bohemian look of the cover (ironic) and put it back in its case. (I also silently cursed my oh so lovely authors taste in music.)

A year passes…

This past weekend while on the road and needing new music to soundtrack my adventure, I reached for Elbow. The first song had me laughing as I remembered my previous experience. Hour five on the long road home and I was laughing! Thank You Elbow! Come to find out, this eclectic arrangement of songs is creative good company! Lesson Learned: Cheers to giving the things we don't immediately love, the time to burrow in and find a home.

So, if you think you can hang in the space between Dave and Ludwig, where it rains Jonny Lang and the flowers sway to Aqualung, I too encourage the Elbow love experience! :D

“Someone tell me how I feel
It’s silly wrong but vivid right
Oh, kiss me like the final meal
Yeah, kiss me like we die tonight”

“So throw those curtains wide!
One day like this a year’d see me right”

- One Day Like This, Track 10, Seldom Seen Kid, Elbow

I wholeheartedly agree, Throw those curtains wide!

P.S. Just because track one doesn't sound all that loud in the beginning, take it from me, DON'T TURN IT UP!

P.P.S. Thank you "Lovely Author" who shall remain nameless, I'm delighted I took your advice!

Yours in Earnest...

This is me…
Sincerely.

I am made of light and wings,
Of golden thoughts and other things.

Hair of the russet fire, eye of the earth
Twirling, changing, adapting since birth.

Outer shield, transparent dew,
Cream and rose’s angelic hue.

Voice of whispers, rapture’s truth
Glowing shell, my naive youth.

My eyes are wide with love’s ripe joys
Wind carries music, a song bird’s noise.

Can you hear it, touch it, taste it, gone.
Vanished, dancing in tomorrow’s dawn.

Floating, Flying… Flying, Flown
Childhood flickers and I am grown.

Straight… small
Standing tall.

Stronger grace,
Smiling face.

I cannot be caged, will not be caged
For the keeper, A keeper’s war to be waged.

When I’m free to be here, it is here I will stay,
Nested in flowers, my head will I lay.

Bluest of skies, friend of my heart,
For now and for always, never feather apart.

~ Alexandria Englander-Tuttle