I was at work today, and I swear I said it at least 80 times. For every and any reason. I am trying to break myself of "The BOMB" because I find myself using that one like I use THE. It's bad.. I told someone the other day (as if I was saving myself) BFingS. Ya, does not help.. So, I resort to GAAY.. Everything is gay, I am apparently in 5th grade....
Long story short.. I've recently become addicted to Pandora. Of course, I mean it happens when I am sick of my ipod and or whatever else I've been listening to for a while. Well, this time I decided to go wit the classics. By classics, I mean the songs I grew up with. Van Halen (I mean who does not know about my love for Sammy?) and any and many others.
I start out with Van Hagar...
Song 1. Poison, nothing but a good time.. Yes, I do recall. yes, 8th grade, roller skating, we knew every word. I giggle. working, singing under my breath.
Song 2. Rush, Lakeside Park. Not so much in the mood. Skip.
Song 3. GnR. Not a fan of Guns N Roses. Reminds me of my first high school boyfriend, that I like as much as Axel Rose in St. Louis. (reminder, he was not ever invited back, used the above BOMB at the crowd)
Song 4. AcDc- Thunderstruck. Ya, it's ok. I listen a bit then skip. Not really in the mood for it, I giggle a little, my neighbor's 10 year old is an ACDC Freak right now.
Here it comes...
Song 5. Van Halen, Finally.. Classic, David Lee Roth Van Halen. I am sitting there, listening to this song. It breaks me.. I can't believe it breaks me. The Rush of History comes back to me, and every feeling I felt when I heard this song with that one guy comes with it all.
Song 6. Van Hagar... That song... That one, the one that I heard every time we were making up from some stupid fight. The song he snuck in the alarm clock cd player when he had to work early so I would wake to it and a flower by the bedside. He's sorry. He missed me, he did something and wanted to make up for it. That day, the one, the one you never forget, the day he cried, outside, washing my car, telling me he could not live without me, he wanted this to be forever, he was not what my family wanted but that was alright with him, he would just work harder. This was a soap opera day, I'll never forget it. This song took all of that day and wrapped it up into 10 seconds of opening song and BAM.
I am CRYING at my desk -- TEARS.. Real ones!!! Crying, I have no idea why, I've been married for years, I've not even thought of this person in Gosh knows how long and I am crying? over a song? What was this? 8th grade dance? I was never that girl to cry over a guy or a song.
I am so gay....
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6 comments:
I do that too. I guess we love deeply:-)
:) I have another phrase I need to break...not so politically correct! I won't share because I'm trying to break it...
reliving the songs of our youth does not = gay, because I do it too and I'm not gay, I'm ret...nevermind I said I was going to stop that!
We've moved from "gay" to "ghey". They're pronounced just slightly differently. I'm not sure if it will make a difference to the homosexual crowd but at least I'm trying. I have, however, broken myself of "retarded". My mom works with mentally retarded people (and I'm not meaning my dad, but I kind of am) so she's really sensitive about it. Then one day she called me a vegetard and it was like opening pandora's box. Ah, good times.
I'm glad you like the shirt dress! Yes, you may post about it and link back to the site. Good luck with the sewing!
I have an Aunt named Gaye. When I was 12 I wrote her a letter and didn't add the E at the end, and she wrote back and told me in no uncertain terms that her name was GAYE, not Gay. Ever since then, I can't help but laugh a little when I say her name.
You aren't gay...you're prety funny though!
I feel like I'm back in 8th grade sometimes whenever I hear "that" song that takes me back. Good times. LOL
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