3 posts tagged “music”
Since you really liked Life Long Fling, I thought I'd upload another Over the Rhine song for you that I think you'll like. It is Who Will Guard the Door. Enjoy.
What's your musical horoscope? (Put your music player on shuffle and write down the first 10 songs that come up.) Inspired by Stephanie.
1. Buttons - Pussycat Dolls (oooohhh...this is currently my favorite sexy song...makes me wanna strip for somebody!)
2. The Long Day is Over - Norah Jones
3. Could I Be You - Matchbox 20
4. Looking for a Stranger - Pat Benatar (damn I love this woman!!! She rocks!!!)
5. Superman - Five for Fighting (another song I love. So vulnerable.)
6. I Belong to You - Lenny Kravitz (oh this one makes me want to seduce Hubby)
7. Burnin' for You - Blue Oyster Cult
8. What a Wonderful World - Louis Armstrong (one of my all time favorites. So optimistic and full of hope)
9. City Lights - JoJo
10. I Don't Get It - The Cowboy Junkies
So as you can see, I have a rather eclectic taste in music. My friend has just arrived. More later after she leaves.
OMG! The Poet and I had the absolute best time this weekend. I have to admit, just a little guiltily, that I am so glad The Walking Hormone was not home!!! If she were home The Poet and I would not have had the time that we did.
She got home Friday evening around 6:30 and within about 20 minutes we were out the door for an art exhibit opening. It was really nice. I had a couple glasses of wine and some yummy food from the spread available. The paintings were amazing. The artist's name is Mary Hackney Wicker. She was married into the Wicker family of Chicago's Wicker Park fame. Anyway, she lived in Aurora long ago. Her granddaughter, Nancy, is the one who owns the art work now and she is loaning it to the museum and Art Commission jointly to display. There were lots of people and The Poet, Hubby and I were just like butterflies flitting from flower to flower; sometimes enjoying one flower more than the other. I loved watching The Poet as she was talking to different people. She is so incredibly prolific, her conversational skills are amazing. After that opening we headed down the street to an art gallery that was also hosting an opening of sorts. To kind of quote my daughter, it is a cooler more "must buy the art" type of studio. In fact, she bought her first painting on Saturday from that gallery. She found a wonderful one that she loves and since she has the money in the bank she is splurging. She is really excited because she loves art so much and this is her first real purchase. I suspect that she will always collect art and that it will always be from local/native artists to wherever she may be visiting. I can't wait to see what she acquires over the years.
She looks fabulous and just seems to glow!!! I swear she does. Her smile is so natural and so real. I know I've never seen her quite so happy. We talked and talked and talked until the wee hours of the morning. We talked about everything from relationships to sex with men to sex with women to masturbation to music to body image to people we know to writing to EVERYTHING!!! I was up with her until 2:30 a.m. talking. It was heavenly.
Friday night II was telling her how I had gone into Target on Thursday and was browsing the sale racks for the heck of it and they had some skinny jeans on sale for about $13. I decided to try them on and took a 10 into the dressing room and while they fit pretty well, I could tell that they would probably be too big in a short time so I went out and got an 8. OMG!!! They fit so well. So she asks, "Did you have camel toe?" ROFLMFAO!!!! I looked at her and said, "NO!" So then she proceeds to tell me how she was trying on a pair of jeans somewhere and "Mom! They made my ass look sooo good! But they gave me camel toe!" I lost it! I was laughing so hard and she was like, "What???"
Saturday was just as wonderful and in some ways more magical. After The Poet got up, we went downstairs so I could teach her how to make sausage gravy. Mine is really simple - Bob Evans Zesty Sausage; brown it; sprinkle flour over the cooked sausage while still in pan and mix to coat the meat; add milk to desired consistency. I usually add some black pepper when it is done. Anyway...so we are standing over the stove breaking up the sausage into the pan together talking, dancing to the music coming from her laptop and laughing. When it was done, we called Hubby to the table and the three of us sat around the table eating the bisuits and gravy (they also had a biscuit or two with honey). We talked and laughed more. I can't even tell you what we all talked about during the making and eating of breakfast. It was just plain fun.
When we finished eating, The Poet and I got dressed and headed down to the Literary Festival. I bought 3 books (one I had to go back and pick up today). They are all autographed by the authors. She picked up the painting that she bought; a beautiful purple bird. I think it is a crane or something like that. Anyway, as we were walking back to the Jeep there were people checking us out - there were 2 men that were rather obvious and even a woman. It was pretty funny. The woman at the art studio thought we were sisters. I love when that happens. She doesn't though. LOL We didn't stay at the festival for very long because we had to get back so I could make twice baked potatoes to take to my Mom's. We came home and continued our incessant conversation while she bathed and I putzed around.
We headed over to my Mom's around 5:30 and spent 3 hours there. The Poet's Dad joined us as well. Mom made steaks. YUM! It was quite enjoyable.
The Poet's musical tastes are "expanding". ROFLMFAO!!! My lovely daughter has always been something of a music snob. She's never been much into the mainstream and is always telling her sister how much her music sucks. So, when she got home she hopped on the computer (big surprise). She was looking for lyrics. She says to me, "Mom, remember this for me. How come every time you come around my London, London Bridge wanna come down." I about died laughing. My musically snobbish daughter wanted to remember the lyrics to London Bridge. She then was telling me about how her friends listen to a lot of that and she is starting to enjoy it. I teased her that her taste is music has sunk to the level of her sister. She about died, saying "NO!!! Don't say that!!!" LOL When we were sitting in the office talking ourselves crazy on Friday night she starts asking me if we have this song or that song and she starts looking online for various R&B songs that are rather dancy and sexy. We downloaded a few from iTunes. I even made her a mix of the music to take home with her. It is just too funny. I am still in shock I think. But it was so much fun too because that is almost all we listened to this weekend and we were both dancing around the house. So, so, so fun!!!
She left from my Mom's house around 8:30 last night. She hit Bloomington by 1:30. We talked on the phone about 3 times while she was on her way back home. I still cannot get over just how much we talked this weekend. It was as if we were really getting to know one another as more than mother and daughter.
Okay, now for a question. When would you consider a female a woman? This is something The Poet asked me. Her Dad and Hubby both said 18. I disagree with that. My response to her was that it is something that we (females) grow into. It doesn't come with a specific age. We had a nice conversation about girl vs woman vs lady and what each means and how we use each of those words. We talked about how becoming a woman is not something that can be defined by age or beauty or the physical. What is your opinion on when a female becomes a woman? I would be very interested in your thoughts.
I have to admit that it took me a long time to feel like a woman. I can't pinpoint an age; although I would definitely say it was in my 30's. Now that I do feel like a woman though, it is a very real part of my identity. There is a sensuality in feeling like a woman. There is confidence and knowledge that comes with being a woman. I am not quite sure how to explain it; but I do believe that it is so much more than words can do justice and can also be beyond complete comprehension since there are so many things associated with being a woman.
My
daughter became a woman to me this weekend. Not just my daughter, but
a woman. I wish I could fully describe what our time together was like
and how much we shared with one another about life and love; sense of
self and awareness of others; needs and wants; likes and dislikes...oh
my...it was just amazing. This was a weekend that I will always hold
dear to my heart. It is not one that will ever be forgotten and I will
be eternally grateful for what I was given this weekend.
