Live a Little.

It’s Friday.

Relax.

Throw yourself a bone. Prop your feet up. Take 5. Smoke a cigar or something. Have some cheese.

And indulge in this ditty.

I heard it whilst parked at my ‘think spot’ yesterday and I loved it so much I wanted to put Dijon mustard on it and make it into a sandwich.

Lightning 100 was playing it and the tune/words caught my ear like whispered gossip.

Take, “Wanna be OK when I’m sitting here alone not just thinking of the ways that I could have done it wrong” for example.

or the repeating chorus line, “You’re a new morning…”

I heard that part and bought it hook, line and sinker. I was like, “I am a new morning aren’t I?”

Let’s just put it all out there, I wanna make out with this song.

And so will you.

Enjoy.

LR

Listening to: Duh. See above. On repeat. And no I’m not eating or frenching it. I’m listening to it. And no I haven’t watched the vid and don’t have any idea what his name means or what religious undertones exist here. But I’m hoping it has to do with Lamentations 3:22-23 and redemption. Thoughts?

On my mind: I’m in Seatttttttttle! And it’s cold.

Dramatic.

I am a geyser of emotions.

Perhaps the ‘Old Faithful’ of emotions, even.

What can I say? I love to emote.

(Which is the same skill that scored me the role of “Mouse #3″ in our community theater performance of “Cinderella in the Wild, Wild West” in 1991. Top that.)

My mother once told me that I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve, I wear it on a sandwich board.

Lucky for me she happens to  find this endearing (whether this is just because she is my mother and has dealt with it for 26 years, I can’t say).  Regardless she loves it, until I can prove otherwise. She likes to tell the story of finding me at age 4, in bed for the night, looking out my bedroom window, crying. As the story goes, when she asked me what was wrong I said,

“Oh, I’m just looking at the moon, Mom. Thinkin ’bout the world.”

See? Emotions.

Even now, 22 years later, I still  find myself drawn to pondering the sky when I feel overwhelmed. As cheesy as it is, I have a spot in Nashville that I like to visit when I just need to think. (read: cry)

I found it last year when we were visiting and still entangled in that tortuous teeter totter between moving to Nashville and staying in Chicago. It was dusk as we drove up a steep hill while exploring the town when suddenly this came into view:

Ok it wasn’t exactly that view, but that’s what it felt like it looked like. All dreamy and dusky and runneth-ing over with hope and promise.

So we sat and looked, and thought, and prayed. For the future, for the unknown.

And now that I live here that’s exactly what I do whenever I need to take a breather and think. And that’s what I did yesterday. And no, “Somewhere Out There” from  American Tail didn’t start to play automatically.

I think it’s good to have a spot. Unless one of these days I discover its a makeout spot for Belmont students. In which case that may actually make me like it more. Opinion pending.

LR

Listening to: My brain tell me to slow down on the fro yo, yo.

On my mind: Did I tell ya’ll that our neighbor adopted Mimsy and renamed her Angel? And that he now looks at us like monsters bc we didn’t wanna keep her. Sorry I’m not sorry.

Inspiring Pop Song of the Week :: Ke$ha "Blah Blah Blah"

Hard core.

Oh Ke$ha.

You and your dollar sign spelling of your name.

You and your hit “Tik Tok” with such notable lyrics as

“Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack” (9 out of 10 dentists do NOT recommend this)

and

“…But we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger” (low standards alert)

And now, she is back, and I’m delighted. Because this time, with her song “Blah Blah Blah” we get such treats as

“Zip your lips like a padlock and meet me at the back” (The thing I like most about Ke$ha is her subtlety)

and

“Cause I know you don’t care what my middle name is” (well no, Ke$ha, he’s too busy getting the padlock to ask any personal questions)

I will say, its taking a lot out of me to type $ instead of ’s’ everytime I write Ke$ha.

I should come up with something like that in my name to torture my friends.

Ly^dsay?

Lynds@y?

Lynd&ay?

7yndsay?

TBD,

LR

Listening to: Just asked Annie to play ”Hey Soul Sister” by Train and instead she just started singing it. Not what I meant.

On my mind: I need to say “Did I shave my legs for this?” a la Deana Carter more often in every day discourse.