After hearing so much about Miley Cyrus’ performance on the VMAs I couldn’t contain my curiosity anymore. I had to watch it on YouTube. I guess if Build-A-Bear ever decides to expand to the porn market she would be an ideal spokesperson – YIKES! Of course I never pick the video that I want to see the first time on a YouTube search, so the first one I watched was some British TV announcer’s description of the performance. This made it necessary for me to Google a word I’d seen a couple of times on Twitter, but hadn’t been interested enough to look it up (until now).
twerk: The rhythmic gyrating of the lower fleshy extremities in a lascivious manner with the intent to elicit sexual arousal or laughter in ones intended audience.
Please tell me I wasn’t the only one who didn’t know what this meant. I swear I’m not living in a cave.
Well, maybe the cave thing is up for debate. Friday night (after one of the most beautiful weddings I’ve ever attended) Michael and I scrambled to get John downtown, where his high school’s drum line was going to be performing live on the eleven-o-clock news. The parents were clustered in the break room, with the news anchors dashing to and fro gathering important late-breaking news (like the final score of the Eastern-Jeffersontown football game). I was sitting a couple of tables away from the mother of a snare drum player, a lovely woman I’d spoken to briefly a couple of times. As each of the anchors rushed through the room they did a double-take when they saw her, and made a point of saying hello. Let me preface this by saying I don’t watch the news. Not on any station. Unless my son is going to be on, and then I’ll tape it and watch it over and over 😉 It turned out that the drum mom in question is an anchor at a competing local station. How, you might wonder, did I miss the fact that this woman was obviously stunningly attractive, charming, etc? I’d noticed her beautiful smile, lovely speaking voice, grace, and overall friendliness. I just hadn’t made the assumption that she was a local celebrity because, well, you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a beautiful woman in this town. Not LA, surgically enhanced beautiful, but beautiful in a natural and approachable way. Maybe that old Guns-N-Roses song about “where the grass is green and the girls are pretty” really was based on Louisville. Anyway, let me apologize in advance to any local celebrities I come across and don’t recognize. It’s not your fault. My TV is tuned to BBC America 99% of the time.
This is always the busiest time of the year for us, and it’s already taking its toll. I can’t seem to stay on track with my medication, my pain levels are fluctuating faster than the weather, and I’m frustrated. I’ve got another two full months of this to go, so I’d love to hear any suggestions anyone might have for dealing with chronic pain and stress. I’ve even ordered one of those Baltic Amber necklaces people use on babies for teething pain and am waiting anxiously for it to arrive. Even if it doen’s help with the pain at least I won’t have to worry about chapped cheeks and drooling, huh? (Yes, I am that desperate.)
We always seem late on the uptake around here. Again, maybe it’s that “living in a cave” thing. We tend to catch on to good TV shows only after they’ve been on the air for three or four seasons. So while we are taping the current season of Breaking Bad we are catching up (gradually) on all the old ones via Netflix. I consider this educational programming because John and I yell out the chemical name for each symbol during the credits. He’ll never forget Yttrium and I’m taking full credit for that.
I’m currently reading the most fabulous book. It’s a historical romance, which totally counts as educational literature if the author has done thorough research. I’m learning a lot about undergarments worn during the Roman Empire 🙂
The dogs may be the only ones who see an advantage to my current issues with pain, medication, blah, blah, blah. I was trying to do some freezer cooking – just cooking several pounds of ground chuck in the crock pot to drain and freeze. I forgot about it. So it cooked for twenty-four hours. It didn’t ruin the crock pot, didn’t start a fire, and the beef was edible – just not appealing. So the dogs got a little mixed into their dry dog food and green bean combo with every meal until it was used up. They’re hoping I mess up some steaks or pork chops next time.
I’m trying to get back into the Fly Lady cleaning groove. OK, I’ve done it for two days. I probably won’t last a week. It’s typical “Angie behavior”: When you’re feeling overwhelmed add something else to your to-do list. But if I really can make myself feel like the cave is a little cleaner maybe it will help. Between that and the amber necklace I should be in good shape, right? No need to bother the neurosurgeon, right? Right??
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