Last Tuesday, I wrote about bad christmas songs, and today, I want to share good ones. These are songs I (mostly) listen to every year and love.
If you are in the United States, you have been hearing Christmas music since probably the middle of October, except for those few stalwart stations that refused to play it until after Halloween, (which is still a month too damn long in my opinion). By the time the blessed day arrives, we’re sick of most of the music.
To be fair, there is a lot of crappy christmas covers to go around. Everybody and their brother wants to
get in on the holiday cash cow share their personal favorites with fans. Justin Beaver, New Kids On The Block (and I came of age with NKOTB!), Christina Aguilera, Destiny’s Child, Aqua…
Its been a long time since we’ve had a Top Ten Tuesday around here and this it a perfect opportunity to vent about the songs that suck.
I have never been a big movie buff – when I was a kid, I was only allowed to watch one hour of TV a week.
You read that right.
So I didn’t watch a lot of movies, and since I was in a very formative phase of my life in the 90’s, the ones I did see made an impact. This week’s Top 10 is the Early Years countdown, listing the movies from when I was starting to building memories and friendships, some of which I, luckily, still have today.
This is a list of 10 things I really love right now. I will not say I’m “obsessed,” because I hate the overuse of that word (I have seen obsession, and this is not it), but they are things I really appreciate in my life right now, in no particular order.
- The drive through at Starbucks. I love being able to drive through and get coffee. So easy.
- The pool at the gym I just joined – I joined a gym! I’ve never done that before, but it has childcare, so the Wee One is tended to for up to two hours. I have started swimming thi week and love it. This accomplishes one of the goals on my 52/52 challenge.
- My ergo. I’ve loved it since I had it. It’s quick, easy, and keeps my hands free while I hold and love of my Wee One. (It’s also valuable and useful for Syrian refugees, as used by the Carry The Future organization. If you have an extra carrier no longer in use, I highly recommend this organization.)
- My crothet hooks. I’ve started making some things I hope I can sell with some friends who are vendors in a few Ren Fairs in the Midwest.
- Pens for drawing zentangle. Which I haven’t been doing as much, in favor of doing the above.
- This computer for writing. Which, again, I haven’t been doing much of in favor of crocheting, and of doing the following:
- Candy Mania – It’s one of those Candy Crush-like games that you can download onto your iPhone, but the other week when I was dying with the stomach flu, it kept me company and entertained.
- Giving the Wee One her bedtime bottle. It’s the first part of her bedtime routine and we sit in the recliner and watch something. Since she doesn’t take as many bottles, she doesn’t sit in my lap and eat like she used to. This is one last warm and snuggly little time. For a second, I thought about getting rid of it, but for right now, I’m not going to fix what isn’t broken!
- The Kindermusik class I go to with the Wee One. After about a month, she has become more comfortable crawling around and interacting with other babies and the teacher, which I like to see, and it helps me learn different ways to interact with her, to play with her. And she likes music, so it’s good. The teacher is kind of weird, and I get the feeling that it’s like a posh little club and you’re lucky to get in, but still.
- My mom squad. I have a squad. 38 years old and I have a squad. But we’re an awesome team, particularly for only having known each other for several months and for having four toddlers to look after.
This week’s Top Ten Tuesday is brought to you by cigars and a whisky flight. (Oh yeah, and it’s the Wee One’s first birthday today! I lost my baby today and gained a toddler!)
Last Monday, a girlfriend and I went out and had so. Much. Fun. I mean, so much fun, and since then, I’ve been thinking about how similar going out after baby is to going out in junior high and early high school. Unlike previous Top Tens, these listed in the order in which they come up in a night.
(Note: This was in the early to mid 90’s, so we didn’t have the internet or even ubiquitous computers. We had landlines and cassette tapes. And acid washed jeans.)
- You dress differently. In youth, since I was going out, I wanted to look cool. So I would wear the one shirt that was a little tighter/lower cut, the one I wouldn’t normally wear. When I go out after baby, I’m not worried about access to my boobs, and I knew I wouldn’t get any spit-up on my clothes!
- You wear makeup, usually badly. In junior high, I wouldn’t wear makeup really, and when I did, it wasn’t put on very well. It wasn’t always even mine own make-up! I have found that post-Wee One, I wear make-up so rarely that I’ve kind of forgotten how to put it on. When we went out, my friend was wearing perfume – she got in the car and she DIDN’T smell like baby wipes. I was like, “What is that weird aroma?”
- The first few minutes together are spent telling stories about how you got away. In junior high, the story may involve what you told your mother or what you had to go through to get a ride. After baby, you’re dancing around bedtimes and evading separation anxiety, so it can be hard to leave the house. My girlfriend’s daughter has strong separation anxiety right now and her husband distracted the child as my friend slid out the door. She said she could hear the baby’s wail as she went down the hall. On her way to the car, she tore her pants. “But I worked so hard to get out, and I couldn’t go back in and have to leave again, so fuck it.”
- Once you get out, you go to a place you wouldn’t normally go. In junior high, we would go places our parents wouldn’t want to hang out, maybe even places we weren’t supposed to hang out. This time, my girlfriend and I went to a cigar bar, a place I used to go with fervor, as you well know, and I haven’t gotten to do as much since the Wee One came along.
- One there, you tell everyone you meet that you got away. Not that we would do this in junior high, but there were several references to it amongst the group. When my girlfriend and I went out, we told the hostess at our restaurant, our waiter, then later, a bartender and a couple of strangers that we were having a girl’s night out.
- You eat what normally wouldn’t or couldn’t. I feel weird drinking alcohol when I’m out with the Wee One, unless it’s wine and I’m in an Italian place. When I was a freshman in high school, I would go with girlfriends to Applebees and we would all order virgin strawberry daiquiris. We felt so cool drinking those, but we wouldn’t try to do it in front of our parents, who would look at us sideways.
- You scream with laughter. As much as we loved our families as kids, and as much as we love our babies now, we felt free in a way we normally weren’t. We felt joyful and full of life, and that was our way of expressing it.
- You talk to lots of people. When you’re finally out on your own in JH, you’re the one doing that talking, not your mother. Your opinion is the only one that matters. AB, you can suddenly make conversation with anyone about anything and stand there and talk for as long as you want! Which wasn’t always a good thing, as it might lead to #9
- Get talked to by someone inappropriate. In JH, it was the creepy guy in the food court who kept smiling at you when he refilled his soda. This time, it was a guy at the craps table who thought he was slick in asking about my friend’s husband. (Now that I think about it, it was probably the same guy.)
- Come away from it feeling very much alive. Both then and now, you laugh for days afterwards and hold on to the memories for a long time.
That is, the top 10 things I wish I could experience again for the first time. And sex isn’t one of them. (The embarrassed fumbling, though sweet, was not the best.) As always, they are not in any particular order.
I am working on a post I’m going to put out later this week, and, for part of it, I’m talking about cool memes. Which made me wonder: which ones are my own personal favorites???
Now first, a question about memes: How the hell do you pronounce it? I used to pronounce it memay,” sort of a French pronunciation, but my friend Walter insists its “meem.” Anyone know?
Some of these, I created myself, but I think it counts, don’t you?
These are the ten bests posts I like on this blog, though not necessarily the ones looked at most often. They are in no particular order.
It just so happens that this post IS the one most looked at. I look at Google search terms, and find that people google things about “death” “dying family member,” or “dying grandmother.” But it made this list because I wrote it immediately after it happened, and I can remember it so clearly when I read it. That’s actually a common theme of the posts I chose: they all call back memories so clearly or in such a unique way that I love them.
I’m a Whovian, and I’ve been rewatching the series. Not really closely, ’cause I’ve been with the Wee One, but I’m preparing to watch Cipaldi’s doctor, the 13th. (I know; I’m behind the times.)
As I rewatch it, I’m reminded of the monologues that gave me shivers the first time I heard them, and that I still go back to hear again. They reflect details of the Doctor’s history and add meaning to already interesting characters.
- “He was being kind.” At minute 1:40, it starts.
2. “He’s like fire and ice and rage.” This story arc is my favorite, as I’m sure I’ve said before, and there are several good speeches from it. This is just a few lines at the beginning of the clip, but with the background score its powerful.
3. “Will they thank you?” Start at 0:44. This isn’t a monologue, really, but the delivery of this character, Baines. I don’t think he blinks once and the way his volume fluctuates is powerful.
4. “Let someone else try first.” The speech starting at 0:40. It took me several viewings of the 11th Doctor’s stories to buy into them, but over time, I have come to appreciate that Matt Smith is a masterful speech maker.
5. “If I believe in one thing, I believe in her!” The Doctor is communicating with a mute Satan, so it’s just him talking. I couldn’t find a clip with the whole speech, and this is just the last part, but it’s cool.
6. “I watched it happen; I MADE it happen!” Again, this isn’t technically a monologue, but it’s basically Eccleston talking to a trash can with a whisk, and he carries the scene. When I first started watching Doctor Who, I started with his season and gave up many times because it seemed so hard to take seriously. This episode and this scene in particular is what really hooked me.
7. Start at 1:55. The Bill Nighy speech about Van Gogh ranking as an artist. It was beautifully written, and especially so moving because of the actor who played Van Gogh – he was fantastic, and watching him, you really got a sense of his agony and the majesty and pain of the person, so you have an idea of what the words meant to him. It’s one of the better stories, in my humble opinion, of Smith’s tenure.
8. Rose Tyler – The Parting of the Ways “You don’t just give up. You don’t just let things happen. You make a stand. You say “no.””
9. It’s just a few lines, but the Jack Harkness speech in The Parting of The Ways.
Jack: Rose…you are worth fighting for. [kisses her passionately, turns to the Doctor] Wish I’d never met you, Doctor. I was much better off as a coward. [kisses him as well] See you in hell.
10. Martha’s “Bones of the Hand” dialogue with Nurse Joan Redfern. It was good to watch Martha stand up for herself against someone who doubted her capability.
Martha: Human. Don’t worry. And more than that, I just don’t follow him around. I’m training to be a doctor. Not an alien doctor, a proper doctor. A doctor of medicine. Joan: Well that certainly is nonsense. Women might train to be doctors, but hardly a skivvy and hardly one of your color. Martha: Oh, do you think? Bones of the hand. Carpal bones, proximal row. Scaphoid, lunate, triquetal, pisiform. Distal row. Trapezium, trapezoid, capitate, hamate. Then the metacarpal bones extending in three distinct phalanges. Proximal, middle, distal. Joan: You read that in a book. Martha: Yes, to pass my exams!
Other Whovians out there? What do you think?