80's Music Narrative- Part 1- All I Wanna Do..

I was listening to some music this morning while I was getting ready.  I am an 80's child...therefore a huge fan of the music! 

There are some real gems from that decade!

What's not to love about a song that repeatedly says "Oh Mickey! You're so fine.  You're so fine, you blow my mind.  Oh Mickey!  Oh Mickey!" (by the way when I was younger...I was SURE she was talking about Mickey Mouse).  Or the head bopping "99 Red Balloons".  80's music is ALL GOOD!

And then this one came on......ALL I WANNA DO IS MAKE LOVE TO YOU by Heart.  I LOVE Heart's music....GREAT BAND!  But this song...seriously....wtf?!?!

So here it is my friends...my narrative of this WONDERFUL song!

It was a rainy night when he came into sight (ok ok...setting up the scene)
Standing by the road, with no umbrella, no coat (ok where was she picking him up?  A bus stop?  Was he homeless? Was she stopping in that "Don't pick up hitchhikers" zone outside a prison by the highway?  What if this was a serial killer?  This song could have ended WAY different! Don't do this at home folks!)
So, I pulled up along side and I offered him a ride
He accepted with a smile, so, we drove for a while (this further more proves that I think she picked him up by a prison. A definite escapee! If they had to drive for awhile...she picked him up in the middle of nowhere! OR seriously she must have HAD to drive WAY out of town to pull this off!)

I didn't ask him his name, this lonely boy in the rain (what the hell did they talk about if they were driving for awhile.  The Yankees?  I am hoping she at least asked a complete medical history!!! Excuse me strange man I just picked up on the side of the road that possibly escaped from prison and is a serial killer, does heart disease and diabetes run in your family?)
Fate tell me it's right is this love at first sight (I'm thinking the answer is NO!)
Please don't make it wrong, just stay for the night

All I wanna do is make love to you
Say you will, you want me too
All I wanna do is make love to you
I've got loving arms to hold on to (OK so it established that she has arms....and they are loving....good to know! Sounds to me like the prison serial killer didn't want to do it! She had to convince him)

So, we found this hotel, it was a place I knew well (OH DEAR GOD! SHE KNOWS THE PLACE WELL! How many times has she done this before?!?!?)
We made magic that night, oh, he did everything right (Obviously, knowing the end of the song...I know they didn't use protection!  Were diseases not a concern at all here?!?!)
He brought the woman out of me, so many times easily (I'm assuming after escaping prison...this wasn't hard)
And in the morning when he woke all I left him was a note (If a man was singing this part, we would all be like....oh that DOG! And seriously he was in SUCH a deep sleep that he didn't hear her leave?  I'm thinking she might have slipped this prison escapee a roofie!)

I told him, "I am the flower, you are the seed" (Biology lesson....listen up folks)
We walked in the garden we planted a tree (This is a metaphor...they didn't actually walk in a garden and plant a tree)
Don't try to find me, please don't you dare (Honestly, this prison escapee serial killer is probably thinking right now...SCORE!)
Just live in my memory, you'll always be there

All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew
All I wanna do is make love to you
I've got loving arms to hold on too

Oh, ooh, we made love, love like strangers (Well  you are strangers....I think.  Part of me wants to think this is her lover and they are role playing so that the next part of the song isn't as bad as I think it is!)
All night long we made love (showoffs!)

Then it happened one day, we came 'round the same way (Oh boy does Fate have a way of slapping you in the face!  What are the odds right?  I guess the song couldn't have ended like "Then Nine months later, my husband thought this child was his and we lived happily ever after!"  Nope..need the drama!)
You can imagine his surprise when he saw his own eyes (oh shit!  Things just got REAL!)
I said, "Please, please understand, I'm in love with another man
And what he couldn't give me was the one little thing you can" (Here is where I am all WTF?!?!  Does her husband not know he is infertile?!?!  If he did, don't you think he would figure out what is going on?  And if he knew, then why not just get a donor?  Did they have bad infertility insurance too?)
All I wanna do is make love to you (That was really ALL she wanted to do!  REALLY!)
 One night of love was all we knew
All I want to do is make love to you
Come on, say you will, you want me too

All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew
All I want to do is make love to you
Say you will, baby, you want me to

All night long, all night long
All night long, all night long

All I wanna do is, all I wanna do
All I wanna do, all I wanna do
All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew, yeah
All night long, all night long  (um...ok....great)

I sang EVERY WORD into my hairbrush and when it was done, I was like...



It's Almost Time.....

I am officially in the depths of First Birthday planning!

Truth be told, I figured out the theme at some point in the first month of Sweet Pea's life (and I've totally been mentally planning since).

I am a total Type A personality!  That being said, it shouldn't shock anyone that I am sort of obsessed with it. 

At any given time. you can catch me:
- on the phone with my sister for the second, tenth, or seventy fifth time that day
- making a list of the lists I have already made and then color coding the lists of the lists and probably deciding I need another list
-googling the same images OVER AND OVER hoping that I can see something new in them
-daydreaming (and possibly even drawing a map) of the way the room is going to be set up
-making more lists in my phone of the lists I have on paper....
-spending hours on pinterest, thinking I actually am a lot more creative than I am
-trying something from pinterest and realizing I suck
-calling my sister again
-making another list after calling my sister
-asking my husband's opinion on something when we both know if he doesn't agree with me, I will either just get mad at him or not listen and do it anyway. 

I am so detail oriented when it comes to parties.  For me, its the little things that make the biggest statements.  This can be both a blessing and a nightmare. 

So for those around me, I apologize over the obsessive *more than normal* talk about Sweet Pea's first birthday party! 

It's just me....It's who I am ...and to know me is to love me right?!?!  RIGHT?!!?!

PS- don't you totally love how I put a list in this very blog....I FRIGGEN LOVE LISTS!!!!!


Am A Smother Mother

I am completely 100% head over heels in love with my child. (I'm sure this came as no surprise to you all). 

I am totally mushy gushy when it comes to my daughter.

From the second she wakes up in the morning, my heart begins to skip a beat.  From the second our eyes met each morning, I am consistently telling her how much I missed her while she was sleeping...because it really is the truth.  My heart learned to beat with hers when I carried her and now it can't stand to be away from hers.  

As I scoop her up, I begin to cover her with kisses...which becomes an all day affair because simply put, there is no way to look at her and hold her without giving her a kiss.

Then we start the tough part of the day, where I try to put into words just how much I love her.  There are never enough words....no words are ever enough.  However, you can bet I try.  Our days are full of "I love you's", "You are mommy's FAVORITE", and " I can't thank God enough for you".

And as I lay her sweet dreaming body to sleep at night, I always whisper the same thing as I kiss her gorgeous head of curls....
"I love you ALL DAY, 
                               Every day, 
                                              And twice as much today".

As Sweet Pea and I played today, she began to laugh and I scooped her up into my arms and began to give her many kisses and then I said "Mommy loves to smother you in kisses".

I placed her down and began to panic....




Will my child be in therapy for the rest of her life because I can't stop hugging her, staring at her, kissing her and telling her how much I love her?!!?

I sat there in disbelief that maybe, just maybe, I am messing her up by doing that.  And as the panicked look spread across my face, my future therapy patient crawled over to me, signaled for me to pick her up, snuggled into my shoulder, then picked her head up and gave me a kiss. 

She totally loves her smother mother!