Lightening Up

I'm tired of thinking. I'm tired of being morose. I'm tired of being a hater. I see a change comin. I see the tide a shiftin. That Old Man River. He just keep rollin along.

I need to stop listening to country music. What IS IT with me and country music when I'm feeling introspective? Thank god we can still afford FIOS. I danced with Ellie to a little Donnie Hathaway earlier and it evened out Reba's Why Haven't I Heard From You. Nothing yet has killed the aural taste of Lee Greenwood taste but I'll be going out soon. Likely some asshole on the oldies station will be playing Monster Mash for he umpteenth time. That should get stuck nicely in my head.

So, what's got my spirits up? Well. I dyed my own hair today, put away a boatload of clothes and made my, ahem, our bed with My Very Old Bedspread From When I Was Single. And I feel better. I'm also going to coerce my friend Jess to fix and paint a chair for me.

Because I'm THAT kind of girl.

I'm not going to focus on the fact that my husband pondered - OUT LOUD for Christ's sake - today what other skills he has to earn a living because, let's be honest, not a lot of money in being a Portfolio Manager today. Buh bye half your salary. Wait, I have to go turn off the kitchen light.

Anywho, in the spirit of lightening up (or going darker as my hair color did - ba dum bum) - with "Thanks" to Praying to Darwin - I've decided to post a list of my early childhood crushes.

Sneer if you will.