I feel like that little girl in the Cat and the Hat that is sitting at the window peering outside just watching and waiting for the raindrops to go away....and still they pound down....raining and raining and raining...
I grew up in the Pacific Northwest so I should be used to this weather, right? I mean...its not really raining unless there are puddles...if its light we say its misting...and who needs an umbrella when its misting? I grew up thinking 50 degrees was shorts weather... winters meant ice and not snow... burkenstocks ARE worn with socks... the ocean is supposed to be freezing cold, but once you're numb you don't really think about it anymore...I grew up feeling guilty for throwing anything actually into the trash (recycle!)...I had no clue what humidity meant....to me it was more misting...dressing up means jeans with no holes in them...and my mom has actually made salmon meatloaf.... (DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT inflict that same torture meal on your children I beg of you.)
So when I look out the window and see the rain here and feel...well...depressed... I figure I've got to put on a
If we took a holiday...Took some time to celebrate...Just one day out of life....It would be, it would be so nice
Everybody spread the word...We're gonna have a celebration...All across the world...In every nation....It's time for the good times...Forget about the bad times, oh yeah....One day to come together....To release the pressure...We need a holiday
You can turn this world around...And bring back all of those happy days...Put your troubles down...It's time to celebrate...Let love shine...And we will find...A way to come together...Can make things better...We need a holiday
I normally would have just put a line or two of a song, but Madonna just seems to require a whole paragraph or two. Not that her lyrics are extraordinarily meaningful, unless you think you need a holiday and I DO.
Plus, who would have ever thought Madonna would have the answer? Actually - thats a rhetorical question because I think I can distinctly remember thinking Madonna was (and is) the bomb. Madonna came right after my Michael Jackson phase. My sister had a poster of him in our room - the one where he's in his black pants and wearing the yellow jacket.
PS...I kissed that Michael Jackson poster every night before bed....
PSS....just to keep in mind my accountability requirement. I lost 2.6 pounds this week. Go me.