sometimes it just takes a little something
to not take oneself too seriously.
to step back and be able to smile.
this week i'm tired and irritable (hl, that's one of those impossible-to-spell words for me!!) and easily annoyed.
i threatened my purse that i would burn it in a fire if it didn't cooperate.
my. purse.
oy.
such is life. i believe it was the summer before 9th grade i got my first period. (tmi?) we're going on 16 years of this. the first time i was so confused. i mean, i was prepared for the gist of it. but there is no video or pep talk that prepares an almost 14 year old girl for gut-wrenching pain. literally. gut-wrenching. curled up in bed and crying gut-wrenching. and it's been that way ever since. well, of course i fast made friends with advil. so that was that.
but riddle me this friends. why is there no video that shows a seemingly normal and sweet woman threatening her purse's life because she can't get her ipod into its pocket? because that is the reality, isn't it? and that is when you need a little something extra.
so what is my something this month?
have you heard black eyed peas "imma be"? it is a fun song. i mean, really fun. like i dare you not to dance. dare. BUT. that isn't even really it. it is, but it isn't. because it gets better. the beginning of the song goes like, "imma be, imma be, imma imma imma be, imma be, imma be, imma imma imma be..." now, because i am lucky, i married a guy with the quickest wit around. and, because you are lucky, he married a girl who writes about him. i don't know if he gets any part of this lucky stuff...although i am known to do a mean load of laundry...
whoa. let's bring this back around.
SO. we download said song and b starts singing, "imma be, imma be, i'm a fuckin bumble bee"...
AND. IT'S. PERFECT.
perfect.
now, whenever i hear it, i imagine chubby little gangsta bumble bee's dancing and singing and partying. and my heart could fly right out of my chest with pure exuberance. (did you even think this post would encompass the world of pms and the word 'exuberance'? i know...i didn't either...)
so, if this finds you in a questionable mood. or even a delightful mood, i highly suggest this song. and i highly suggest singing the alternate lyrics. i can promise it will make you feel cooler than fergie :) (and maybe that can take each of us a teensy step closer to josh duhamel...worth it, no?)
<3
to step back and be able to smile.
this week i'm tired and irritable (hl, that's one of those impossible-to-spell words for me!!) and easily annoyed.
i threatened my purse that i would burn it in a fire if it didn't cooperate.
my. purse.
oy.
such is life. i believe it was the summer before 9th grade i got my first period. (tmi?) we're going on 16 years of this. the first time i was so confused. i mean, i was prepared for the gist of it. but there is no video or pep talk that prepares an almost 14 year old girl for gut-wrenching pain. literally. gut-wrenching. curled up in bed and crying gut-wrenching. and it's been that way ever since. well, of course i fast made friends with advil. so that was that.
but riddle me this friends. why is there no video that shows a seemingly normal and sweet woman threatening her purse's life because she can't get her ipod into its pocket? because that is the reality, isn't it? and that is when you need a little something extra.
so what is my something this month?
have you heard black eyed peas "imma be"? it is a fun song. i mean, really fun. like i dare you not to dance. dare. BUT. that isn't even really it. it is, but it isn't. because it gets better. the beginning of the song goes like, "imma be, imma be, imma imma imma be, imma be, imma be, imma imma imma be..." now, because i am lucky, i married a guy with the quickest wit around. and, because you are lucky, he married a girl who writes about him. i don't know if he gets any part of this lucky stuff...although i am known to do a mean load of laundry...
whoa. let's bring this back around.
SO. we download said song and b starts singing, "imma be, imma be, i'm a fuckin bumble bee"...
AND. IT'S. PERFECT.
perfect.
now, whenever i hear it, i imagine chubby little gangsta bumble bee's dancing and singing and partying. and my heart could fly right out of my chest with pure exuberance. (did you even think this post would encompass the world of pms and the word 'exuberance'? i know...i didn't either...)
so, if this finds you in a questionable mood. or even a delightful mood, i highly suggest this song. and i highly suggest singing the alternate lyrics. i can promise it will make you feel cooler than fergie :) (and maybe that can take each of us a teensy step closer to josh duhamel...worth it, no?)
<3
posted by emily b. at
3:32 PM
6 Comments:
Haha I love your writing! Maybe my anti-period post the other day should have ended on a note similar to this one.. :)
thanks, friend :) i have been perusing other blogs and am finding myself feeling like...how come i can't write like them? they're so witty and funny and... so you made my day :)
xo, em
so let me get this straight, you can't spell irritable but you CAN spell exuberance? EmilyB, you are more delightful than Chubby ghetto/gangster Bee's dancing and frolicking. (frolicking btw I needed spell check on foxfire to help me spell correctly - keeping it real! lol)
I can't believe your threatened your purse! in the twilight book, Edward is always saying one of the most adorable qualities about his little fragile human gf is that she's a kitten who thinks she's as ferocious as a tiger! It's nearly cute when she's angry...and endearing. When I imagine you threatening your purse with bodily harm, I immediately think of a feisty, ADORABLE kitten.
Now, now...heyyyyyyy....i know the mood you're in, don't get pissed, that's a compliment! lol
on a funny side note, when I got my first period....I thought I had sat on a nail! a NAIL. as if i could of sat on a nail...and not really remembered doing it! Silly what a 12 year old mind will do to rationalize something so bizarre!
{{hugs}}
luv ya Em!
~hl~
i snorted twice.
your poor purse. and that poor b.e.p. song.
ahahaha.
heatherlynn, perhaps i should point out that my entire sophomore year in high school we had weekly spelling&vocab tests. every week, spelling...100%. every week, vocab...like 60%. spelling i love. knowing what the heck i'm talking about, eh. haha.
also, there is something a bit darling about how you thought you sat on a nail. i mean, because it's so innocent. oh 12-year-old heatherlynn, you adorable little girl :)
xo, em
p.s. two words: me.ow. hahaha :)
karey mackin, i hope this means your headegg has abated! and i know, my poor purse...i have since apologized. but, i should mention, it is the same purse that hid my camera from me when jack wagner asked if i'd like a picture with him. then made fun of me as i almost climbed into my purse a la mary poppins & her carpet bag... :)
xo, em
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