Thursday, June 28, 2007


I'm listening to Cake and thinking in general about cake. Chocolate to be precise. I should be thinking about cleaning because WOW. The children are upstairs playing with K'NEX, so that is somewhat educational, right?

I love the verse to this song...

I want a girl who gets up early
I want a girl who stays up late
I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperities
who uses a machete to cut through red tape
with fingernails that shine like justice
with a voice that is dark like tinted glass
she is fast,
and sharp as a tack
she is touring the facility and cutting no slack...

Such a fun song. Quinn likes "Distance". It is also a fabulous song. One of desperation and pathetic"ness". His favorite verse:

No trophy,
No flowers,
No flashbulbs,
No line,
He is haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse
assail him
impale him
with monster truck force.
In his mind, he's still driving
still making the grade
She's hoping in time that her memories will fade.
Cause he's racing and pacing, and plotting the course.
He's fighting and biding and riding on his horse.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up
and long ago somebody left with the cup
but he's striving and driving and hugging the turns
and thinking of someone for whom he still burns...

He especially likes the "Bowel shaking earthquake" line.
May I continue to talk to you in Cake terms? I'm really into them lately. I like their lyrics exceedingly. I really don't know that much about them, but I like how the lead singer talks through the song rather than sings. Why does he do that and why do I like it? The song "Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps," is one of my new favorite songs. It has this spanish style that makes me want to spin and salsa with my broom.

So if you really love me
Say yes
But if you don't dear
But please don't tell me
perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

perhaps, perhaps, perhaps,

perhaps, perrrhaps, perrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr haps.

And of course, "Stickshifts and safetybelts" is one of the most fun songs. Great car song. Go to itunes and fetch some Cake for yourself. It's great housecleaning music. I'm sure Cake would be exceedingly glad to know that some Alabamian thirty-something housewife is cleaning her house with gym shorts and a t-shirt on, with hair in a pony tail that desperately needs to be washed (why wash it when I plan to swim later- daily question) with Cake blaring from her husband's ipod. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps...

Why am I so lazy about my blog? I really do love to blog and I laugh gloriously when I read the ridiculous comments others make to me when I am gone. This is how it happens: I blog and I think to myself "how I love to blog, I think I will blog everyday", I do not blog the next day or the day after but still think "it has only been a couple of days, I will blog very soon", then two weeks go by and I feel the need to blog, but cannot think about anything I would like to blog about. Several weeks have slipped by and now I do not want to check my blog because I feel guilty that I haven't blogged. Why do I feel guilty? Not sure. The blog is a fun thing for me to do and I do not want to feel guilty that I haven't blogged. Guilt is practically a sister for me though, and I don't know what my life would be like if she were not riding on my shoulder.

An ode to guilt...

Ah, guilt wilt thou goad me into cleaning mine house? Thine is like a pungent stench that I cannot get rid of, though I diligently use Clorox Cleanup. Mine guilt is an everpressing flower of death that wakes me in the middle of the night. Ah, Benadryll, how I love your pink and white tablets when I sleepeth at night! Ah, guilt wilt though sitteth beside me on the davenport whilest I speaketh to kind relatives on the telephone? Wilt though stay on my back concerning things that I say when I have verbal diarhea and help me agonize over it for weeks? Wilt though remind me that I have bitten off more than I can chew everyday? Your promises to me are eternal in this life, at least. You are not kind to me and yet I cannot be without you...

It seems that I am more aware of my guiltiness the older I get. Perhaps I'm just more aware of my humanity. At any rate, would I miss her if she were gone?