Does your life have a soundtrack?

Sometimes I have these moments when I think (to myself because that is how I like to think and anyone around me might think I was crazy if I decided to share (which is what I am doing right now but since no one really reads this I think I am OK) but just to clarify, I am not really that crazy.) I could totally be in a movie or on TV. Not in general (although I feel I have definite potential buried below 50 lbs of motherhood) but at that (or this) exact moment. For instance, I could be completely frustrated with my kids, sitting at my table with my head in my hands (because on of them has spilled a 32 oz red Gatorade on my newly moped floor (just in case you didn’t understand my character’s motivation)) and I can picture a tight shot on my head with a slow zoom outward while I pull my hand back in slow motion with a look of defeat on my face ending with a slight head shake and my eyes turning upward (again, all in slow motion to add dramatic emphasis). Seriously, sometimes I can almost hear the background music.

It really is the music that makes the moment. Am I feeling defeated? Then the music should be I Tried So Hard by Bone Thugs and Harmony featuring Akon (minus the Black man part because I’m not). Am I feeling determined? Well then I would chose a little tune by Linkin Park called What I’ve Done (I would include the musical intro and the chorus). Is there a little hope and laughter to be found mixed into the situation then Mr. Rob Thomas is singing Little Things. The music really makes the moment more then the action, and I can truly almost hear it.

Recently though, my soundtrack has been a little less glamorous. In fact, it has become constant, noisy, background music (because my husband is deaf). It is Guitar Hero Legends of Rock. Not just one song but the entire limited collection. I get into the shower and hear Ruby. I lay down to take a nap and I hear My Name is Jonas. I yell at my kids and the Killers are right there playing When We Were Young. What is even sadder is the fact that I have caught myself taping out the finger positions. I really need to buy the Areosmith version so that I can add a little variety to my background ambiance because death-metal doesn’t add to the calming effect I am looking for. That seems to be The Story of My Life.

I just got a call from the school. It would appear that my 5 year old has vomited in the classroom and needs to be picked up and my 3 year old has made the baby cry. I defiantly hear Into the Fire and Flame and that is my que to get going before the stress causes a meltdown. I am going to get through this day if it kills me.

(Picture me pushing back from the computer, smacking the monitor power button and exiting the room determinedly to the tune of Hit Me With Your Best Shot (Pat Benatar). Pan back over to the computer. Fade to Black.)

It really is Half Full. ( All the Glasses. Get it?)

Some of us have perfect vision (or don't know our numbers or letters so we couldn't be tested and are super sad about it).....

...And Then there are the rest of us.

Finally, It has arrived!!!!!

I do so love the first day of school!!!!






























Lou gets 2 because it really was her very first day of school (not because I'm playing favorites).

The Frock You (or White Coat) Ceremony

Lou - The Toothless Wonder

My Favorite SuperHeros

Because they are mine!!!

A Vote For Katy is a Vote For Online World Domination - I have arrived

In the ginormous online world there is one true popularity contest.

What is this lady talking about (you ask as if you don’t know exactly what I mean)?

I am talking about the new favorite pastime of the 30-somethings out there (predominately women who need more ways to talk because face to face, phone, and texting aren’t enough anymore). That’s right: Blogging. Exactly what I am doing right this minute. Typing nothing in particular to the 3 people who actually read my blog (My mother, My sister, and My friend Danette who soon won’t have any time to read it because she is pregnant with twins and has 4 at home already (Congratulations!!!)) or even know where to find it. For a long time I have wondered why the heck I do it (because even though I say I do it for me, it is always nice to know that my views are shared by other grownups). But now I know. What I am trying to tell you is that I have arrived.

I have finally thrown my hat into the popularity ring to duke it out with the other competitors. Now, I am starting small but the longest journey begins with the first step right? For those of you who are still confused as to what the HAL I am talking about let me spell it out for you.

I have been linked, tagged, included on someone else’s blog as a friend or family!!!!

Now I am on my way to online world domination.

I really thought that I would have to start a second blog and link it to this blog before I could claim this victory (yes, I know that having 2 blogs linked together is sort of cheating but popular kids can’t always play but the rules). The joy that this event has caused me is overwhelming. It really lets you know who your true friends are (and mine is my friend Danette whom I have previously sent a “shout out” to!!!!). I have several blogs listed on my blog, but that has more to do with my poor memory then anything else. Now that I know the joys and responsibilities that come with being “linked” I might have to get a little pickier. I might have to come up with some sort of application process to make my links (I can’t go disappointing the faithful 3). I mean this is really a huge amount of pressure. What if one of her friends clicks on my link and doesn’t think I have enough pictures or doesn’t enjoy my title? I really might have to rethink my entire layout. I have so much to do and think about that I should really get to it.

I just wanted to let everyone know that I am somebody now. However, if there is somebody that I have overlooked who may have had my link on their blog before now, please let me know so that I can rank you above Danette as my very very best friend. Have a great day and Remember to check back often to see how I handle the new pressure.