What ever do I wear?

I'm meeting my boyfriends parents this weekend for the first time. We've been dating since the end of August, and he met my wacky family over the holidays. I'm more in need of my family's approval or interest in my life than he is with his, which is why I'm meeting his three months later. Not that I'm keeping track. My sister and I are pretty close (she calls, vents to me about stuff, I listen happy I don't have five kids that sap my energy and money), and as much as she needs to accomplish things, I think she secretly likes the fact I stand by my convictions of not complicating my life and living for me. Plus, I watch my nieces and nephews often, including once a year for a whole week or so when my sister and brother-in-law go on a cruise to keep their sanity. Back to the parent meet 'n' greet. I was looking in the mirror the other night, playing around with my hair Cyndi Lauper 80's style and told Bob I was going to wear it like that when I met his parents. He actually had to ask me if I was serious, adding with a laugh, "With you I never know what you'll do". A disgustingly, 'awwww' moment for me, but wow...... He apparently likes these things about me.....

Spank me.

This sucks. Sure, I'm thankful to be alive, healthy, blah, blah, but, today I turned 32 and I feel I am not living up to my potenial, or sharing enough of my intellect with the world. I'm not sure what the solution is, but it is something I am giving thought to again, after about a ten-year respite. Of course, in my mind, I should have it figured out by the end of the day, ignoring the fact it's taken me 32 years to still not know...
I share my birthday with cool music notables such as Slim Harpo, Naomi Judd, and Vicki Peterson, so....well, nothing really, I just thought that was cool. I'm not bummed out about my seemingly unused potential, more angry and pissed. Fortunately, those elements kick my ass into gear rather than defeat my psyche... I always thought how lucky people are who know exactly what they want to do in life, but, despite not having found my 'calling', I am glad that I have many varied interests and strengths. Word.

Say it isn't.....

So......

I saw Hall & Oates at the Borgata in Atlantic City Saturday night. Memories from his childhood and the bowling alley (skating rink for me), my boyfriend likes them and thought it would be a great show to see at a casino (I don't want to play the cool music game, but his taste in music is equal to mine). I went, curious, but probably not enthusiastically, BUT....they were damn good! Yes, I said it.

Observations: Oates is incredibly short. Or Hall is just that tall. Duh, but, wow..... They love to perform. These are musicians who clearly love to play and entertain. You would think after so many years of playing their hits, they would be going through the motions, but they instead, choose to reinvent their songs live. A decent crowd, and loyal fans who truly love them. They closed on their second encore with a Barry White hit, giving it their own stamp. I was impressed, and I have to say, even a little won over. Clearly fans of Philadelphia soul, I'm surprised they don't get more credit from jaded, record collecting fans like myself. So mis-understood...... I'm much more a fan of Stax and 60's soul, but appreciate anything well done, and done passionately. I love being surprised by music and wish I didn't wear blinders sometimes. I even ventured to their website, wanting answers to my burning questions. How'd they get together? How do they compose songs? Do they live next door to each other so when one can't sleep, they get-together and write songs in their pajamas? What are their die-hard fans called? HallOaties? They could have had a successful cereal in the 80's with that name.....

Amy

The beginning of an era

So, I'm using my computer and am getting mildly frustrated at how slow it seems. I've logged off and restarted it twice. Really, what more can a technologically-challenged girl be expected to do? I really shouldn't complain, for, technically, it's not my computer inasmuch as my computer at my place of employment. I only use mine at home out of necessity to check email, and even that takes about seven minutes to access. Ot, the time of one e.p, two or three hooky pop songs, a browse through the newly arrived used section at a small local record store..... I have to reconsider my dedication to rock and roll.

Amy