A monday on a wednesday

Short blog as I know that I have been neglecting, but I have been extremely busy. I am having a Monday on a Wednesday. My morning started out great and went to hell in a hand basket in a matter of hours. Nothing like walking out the house forgetting your entire life in the process. I go to work and realize that I have no lecture notes for students, no tests that needed to be copied for next week, no purse, nothing, except of course my cell phone. How could I ever forget that??

Anyway I am calling it a day and hoping that I wake up on the right side of the bed tomorrow!

Reliving Memories Through Songs

Isn't it funny how hearing a certain song played on the radio reminds you of a certain person, time frame, or event in your life. Since I have gotten XM Radio put back into my car, I have constantly been on 3 stations, the 80's on 8, the 90's on 9, and Lithium. Being a child of the 80's, I especially adore the music from 1984, because that was the summer my mother let me have MTV. I spend hours in front of the television watching music video and music video. I grew to adore Duran Duran, the Cars, Aha, Def Lepard, the Thompson Twins, the Go-Go's and on and on and on. I already had such a love for music, as I had already been taking dance and piano lessons for years, but I fell passionately in love that summer. Music made my world go round. I would spend hours  listening to records, dancing and singing, pretending that I was on stage. I can hear "Wild Boys" or "Vacation" and immediately feel like I am 9 years old again. Also, 1988 stands out because as a Christmas gift my father got me cable, and again I spent hours watching MTV (when it still played music video) and loving Bon Jovi, Warrant, 2 Live Crew, and NWA.

The other two channels remind me of college. I was in college during the wane of the hair bands (which I may add I loved, especially Poison) and the rise of alternative (which I also loved, especially Soundgarden), throw into the mix dance music ( I loved Snap), and it was a great decade of music! I heard on those 2 channels on Saturday 4 songs that reminded me of my senior year of college and my best friend, who lived with me at the time. It was my first year living on my own, and we were living at Folly Beach in the house my father had just purchased. He didn't rent it out just so that I could live there and experience life away from my mom. Seriously, 1996-97 was the best year of my life. The 4 songs that came on took me back to Friday nights spent on the front porch drinking Miller Lite waiting on my serious boyfriend to get leave from the Citadel, so we could go listen to live music at the Sand Dollar. It took me back to riding downtown with all the windows open belting out "One Headlight" and finding it ironic that indeed one of the head lights was burnt out. The hours between midnight and 7 am dancing at the Music Farm's Disco Hell, or going to see Dave Matthews play at the Citadel for $5 a ticket.

I can honestly say that music still moves my soul. I have some of the best dance parties in my car. I can define my life by a song list. I don't know what I would be if I didn't have music. Some days it's Chopin, other days it's Jay Z, but regardless, music is my drug, and without it I am nothing.

PMS.....

Three simple letters that evoke so much emotion from a woman, and anyone that is within a 10 mile radius of said woman. I have dealt with PMS for the past 26 years, and it isn't a pretty sight. My hormones work overtime to make sure that I am both depressed and pissed off at the same time. Some months it gets so rough that I don't even want to deal with myself. I feel bloated, fat, ugly, disgusting, emotional, angry, all of it rolled into one. I feel like I am the only person who experiences these feelings. I begin to question my life, and everything that I have or haven't accomplished at this point. I vow to not give into the temptation of eating sweet and salty (I am eating ice cream at the moment and now craving french fries), then proceeding to eat everything not tied down in the kitchen.
It's said the men experience something similiar to what women do, but I have yet to see it. I tell my husband that I wish just once he could experience this cycle. I feel sure that he would last one hour with the cramps, the bleeding, the emotional overload of feelings, and would quickly cave. Maybe, just maybe if men could experience this, then they wouldn't mind the crying spells and the constance questioning if we look fat or not. By the way.....do I look bloated?

Musing for the day

"She is clothed in strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come."
                                 Proverbs 31:25


This passage reminds me that I am a strong, independent, intelligent woman, and by attempting to live my life by his words, I can do anything. God doesn't give us more than we can handle. There are some days that I feel like my shoulders are going to buckle from different worries and stresses of life, but then I reflect on what I have and who I have, and I remember to thank God for it. We make our beds, we have to sleep in them, but what other choices do we have? Today, and many days this week, I have questioned this. I get so down on myself because of my weight, or that I am not in the position I thought that I would be at 37, or any number of things to reflect on, but I have to remember that I have a roof over my head, a husband and family that love me, a job that I actually enjoy going to most days, friends who would pretty much do anything for me, my health, and it does make the stress and worry a little easier.

Monday Monday

This will be brief, as I have a lot of work to do, but just wanted to say that Mondays should be a day off, include it in the weekend. I don't know about you but I find it very hard to be productive on Mondays. Also, I find that I start things over on Mondays, say for instance diet and working out. Yes Mondays can be a renewed hope in doing something new, or better, or different, or us trying to be different, but usually by Thursday we have fallen back into the same damn routine.
Anyway just wanted to grip a minute about Mondays. Longer post later on something totally different.

Is it winter yet?

I have been asking myself this question since the weather turned a tad cooler in November. I was so excited at the prospect of a cold Christmas, wearing all my cute winter clothing, you know big fluffy sweaters, jeans, boots. We have had maybe 5 straight days of cold weather all "winter".
For example- yesterday I laid in my back yard, not in a bathing suit, but in shorts and a t-shirt. I actually got sun, and fell asleep in the chair. It's February, it's not supposed to be 75 in Charleston! I am not ready for leg baring clothing, or worrying about pasty white skin!
Here is hoping that Phil will see his shadow and we can actually have some bit of winter weather!