Dearest Justin Timberlake...

Due to the lack of variety in music today, at least in new music played on good ol' FM radio, I happen to find myself hearing music that I may like, love, or dislike, or altogether just not understand.  I have to say, Mr. Timberlake, that usually the music I hear from you, I pay little to no attention to the lyrics, mostly because I can't make them out over the beats.  Songs such as "Sexyback" and "Rock Your Body" are fun dance beat songs.  I'm not into the songs for the lyrics, I'm into these songs for a workout, or fun car-dance session.

A new song was recently released to the public, meaning the 8-14 year olds that listen to the music that is on in their 34-45 year old mom's cars.  This song is a bit of a throw back, having a more soulful sound.  I really love the music in this song.  It is fun, upbeat, and kind of different from the other songs I hear on the radio.

However, I can definitely hear lyrics in this song.  And Mr. Timberlake, color me confused.  These lyrics make no sense to me.  This may be because I'm not up on all of your hip, young people slang.  Being that you are all of 2 years younger than me, I assume that you have a deeper understanding of what is cool in the under thirty crowd.

What do you mean when asking to "get a good look at it", and then reference how "you know why they call it a fatty"?  Um, what?  Call what a fatty?  Since this song is entirely about sex, I have surmised this is not a drug reference.  However, if you are noting that there is some part of a female that is called a "fatty", that is definitely not in my Old People Dictionary for Young People Slang.  But, on the other hand, you could be referencing a male body part as well.  Either way, you wouldn't have much luck getting your suit and tie on the floor if you were either calling your partner and/or her parts fat, or talking about yourself.  Just an quick FYI, from this old lady.  Also, another thing to note, no girl I've met finds it sexy to refer to a partner as "Daddy."  Maybe that's just my down home Midwest upbringing, but it's usually a turn off to say things that make your partner think of their parents.  

Next, when you tell me to "Get out yo seat, Ho", I am offended, and possibly a little hurt.  I'm thinking to myself, I'm not a Ho.  Why would Mr. Timberlake call me a Ho?  What has he heard?  Also, I can't get out of my seat, because I'm driving, in my car.  And if I was at a concert, I'd already be out of the seat.

Suffice it to say, that I have children in my car, who hear this music because...well, because I let them.  I have to tell you though, that the Will.I.Am/Britney song is almost a relief.  The lyrics are simple, and catchy, mostly because they are repeated so much.  And my little one thinks she is saying that "It's Britney Fish."  I find this so amusing that I have adopted those lyrics myself.

I guess the last thing that I wanted to know is, what things are you going to show this girl that's a fatty?  You say that you will show her a few things about love.  I'm thinking you'll show her how awesome you are by cleaning her dishes (if she cooks for you), shoveling snow for her, letting her pick the movie you guys go to see, maybe give her flowers, take her to a nice weekend away, some of these things before your suit hits the floor.  Well, whether that's what you plan to show her or not, that's the story that I'll be sticking to and thinking about when I hear your song, three times on my commute to work tomorrow, and the three times I'll hear it on the way home too.

Sincerely, 

Tara

A fan of you, and your acting and comedy, and sometimes your music

P.s. I wish I had a Britney Fish

A bit of randomness....

I've been going through some mental and physical cleansing in my life lately.  You may call it the stomach flu, followed by a nasty cold, with children and husband sharing the same illnesses, but I choose to use it as some seriously past due down time.  You know, sometimes, your body just tells you that you need to take some time off.  So, it takes a nasty fever, or riotous bodily emissions, so what?

Ok.  Enough of that.  Can you guess that I have been a bit sick?  And so has my family.  Lysol didn't help.  That stuff came back at Olivia for a second go round.  It's funny, but, do you get mad at your kids when they get sick?  Not like that - I mean, when they vomit in their bed (for instance) and then just stare at it - like it's going to clean itself up.  And then wake you up, because it's 12:30 in the morning, and you have been asleep for at least two hours because you have to go to work in the morning.  And the child is just staring at said vomit.  And this is the second time in two weeks (for instance).  Do you find yourself yelling at this child?  Something along the lines that you weren't put here on earth to clean up kid puke in the middle of the night just because they weren't sure if they were going to throw up, so they didn't make it to the bathroom?  No?  Me either.

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We have hit March here, and I am super happy.  Spring is on the way!  Which means that summer is COMING!!!!

I love summer.  Long, hot, sweaty days. Sunburn, and sunscreen.  Pools and sprinklers.  Bugs and beers.  Grilling and chilling.  Bonfires and open windows.  Good God, I just can't wait!!!!  Yes, there is still snow in Chicago.  Yes, it's still under 40 degrees.  But the sun is shining (some days), and the time change shows me daylight at 7 at night.  And I saw a crazy woman wearing flip flops in a snowstorm yesterday.  Seriously.  So warmer weather MUST be on the way, right?  The correct answer is Yes, or my cabin-fever-cooped-up-with-crazy-children-all-frickin'-winter psyche might just jump through the computer screen and shake you until you agree.

There's not really anything new going on here.  But, because I have a TON of them, here are some fun pictures from the past few weeks, when we have been feeling randomly good.

I call this "Fun with Menus" from Mommy-Daughters Date Night

From my first real meal after not eating for about 3 days.  I would have to agree with my fortune, even if most of the people I know may not agree - at least with the delightful part.

Our front yard a week ago.  It's almost all melted now.  The snowman has disappeared.

We made it to the ER.  Olivia had the back of her earring inside the earring hole.  I caught her laughing at the TV while waiting on the doctor.

Trying on our dance costume.

This is how I pictured Motherhood - in a princess gown, while my perfect children let push them in an adorable stroller.  I can't tell her that's not really how it is.  I'll let her find out on her own.  Or wait until she's pregnant to break the news, just like how I found out.

No words are needed.  The shirt does not lie.