Leftovers

April 6, 2009
There isn't much in life that is as cathartic as making a list of songs that you can listen to over and over again that have meaning to you and then just putting them on shuffle when you are having a bad day.

April 1, 2009
I can say with unequivocal authority that is is not good when your husband instant messages you when you are in the middle of the lecture and the following pops up on the powerpoint screen: "Illusions, Michael. A trick is something a whore does for money. Or candy!"

March 31, 20009
If I could see myself the way AJ sees me, I'd never doubt myself or my capabilities ever again.

I'm old.

It's happened. It's finally happened. "I just don't understand young people nowadays."

I thought I did. I was unaware of my own elderly status until I sat in my multi-cultural education course tonight. My class is an education course so I am in there with a handful of psychology majors and a bunch of teachers who are here because their schools or major are requiring them to attend. As such, I'm hearing stories about words I have never ever heard in my entire life.

These words apparently mean something having to do with some form of music, but I only recently learned what "apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur" meant and apparently this has been out for some time now. I don't listen to the radio anymore. I don't know the songs.

I DON'T KNOW THE SONGS.

Excuse me while I break down.

Ok, so for someone for whom music has meant so much her whole life, this is a huge deal. I have a rhapsody account and I upload some new music but it's mainly...adult contemporary/aka easy listening. In other words, John Mayer, you've grown on me.

Who is this old person in my body? Where did I go?

I don't even WANT this new music. It "sounds like garbage."

That's it. I'm looking for a nursing home.