I have a confession to make.
And this time, it’s not about Orson Scott Card.
I must confess that I keep hearing Selena Gomez songs.
And I keep liking them.
HOW DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME!?
This latest realization came tonight when I was working out. We have this insane little “amenities room” here in our complex (a supposed stand-in for a gym whenever anyone is selling their place!) and it’s where Marc and I go to work out when the days turn frigid, and the daylight has all but vanished by 4:17pm.
(Aka November – February of every year.)
Anyways, whilst in this room, I like to pump up the crappy pop tunes and just go at it.
Tonight, while getting through my push-up/jumping lunge super-sets, I found myself dancing like a silly thing during my one minute rest period.
You can imagine my chagrin when the DJ announced at the end of the song, that my latest jam was in fact the newest release from one S. Gomez, former belle of DA BIEBZ, and overall auto-tune queen du jour.
I feel like I really must get my music palette looked out, and stat.
And yet, at the same time, I know that as long as I don’t listen to that stuff all the time (such as I don’t just eat candy all of the live long day, despite how much I enjoy it,) I’ll be fine.
We are family.
There are times in my life when I realize just how quickly time is speeding by.
This realization is sometimes correlated to specific milestones: graduations, marriages, mortgages, or child births. It may come after running into someone I haven’t seen in a long time, only to knocked over by how much they have aged, changed or matured.
Sometimes, I start thinking about it for no reason at all.
However, if you are a part of my family, there is a very good chance that this will happen to you, and at a regular basis at that.
With fourteen grandkids, there are always something new to celebrate: a job, a child, a wedding, a degree.
Often times I have a hard time remembering that we are no longer twelve years old, on the hunt for five cent candies and slurpees, to quench our summer-sunshine driven thirst.
So you have to understand how discombobulating it can be, when my now twenty-four year old cousin (who in my mind, I still eight) makes me look like a little girl:
What an absolute trip!
Tough it out
Well, it’s official.
Next summer I’ll be back in Whistler, running Tough Mudder for the second time in my life.
I am on a team “Armed and Dangerous” (aka – DA GUNS) with three fabulous friends of mine, and as the only girl I am going to be repping hard for all my BAMF ladies out there.
(Tell me – can you tell it’s a team of mostly dudes with a name like that?)
But mostly, I am just the most excited.
I had such an amazing time completing the course in 2012 with Marc, and I know that next year too will be a tremendous adventure. (I just need to find a way to 1. Cure my husband of his chronic ankle injuries so that he can 2. compete as a member of our team.)
We’ve all got to have goals, don’t we?
Because if we don’t, what’s propelling us through all this cosmic cat food in the first place?
I could hardly begin to guess.
6 thoughts on “A brief peek through the blinds”
Your post has a lot of meaning as the years past me by too.
Thanks Shalilah! It really is amazing how time passes, isn’t it?
“Because if we don’t, what’s propelling us through all this cosmic cat food in the first place?” – LOVE IT – ha:) Happy Hump Day!
Lol! I like that one too :) It reminds me of my kitty – everything revolves around her food and dinner time. It must be what’s propelling this big ball of green and blue!
Happy day to you too!
sum good kwotes (t)here. … now, as you already know, I am, in sum ways, “old-fashioned” and (among other things, mung in particular) there is/was the “original” SELENA (S. Quintanilla-Pèrez, b. 1971 d. 1995) whose music was crucial/cross-over/broke the mold/etc. so we have this “new Selena” and nobody knows there was the genuine charismatic ORIGINAL?
Off one soapbox, awn-to uh-nuthur: yerrite uv coarse about goals. And fambilee: thatsa cute photo of you two!
Thanks! I love it too – can’t believe how little I look compared to my “little” cousin!
Man Selena…so tragic! And much, MUCH better than Ms. Gomez (redux) that is for sure. I remember watching the movie (with J-Lo) and just crying so hard. :(