Back from my almost week-long hiatus. Blame Initech and their ability to make my life a living hell. I don’t really want to talk about work, but let me be honest and candid with the faithful blog readers I have: if you know of a job in the Pittsburgh area, let me know. IMMEDIATELY!
So this week has been awful. That kind of week where you either want to kick a small child (I don’t think I will ever be allowed to legally reproduce) or break down on the couch with Ben and Jerry’s Half-Baked, the Notebook, and your favorite gal pals. I’ve teetered both directions this week.
Luckily, next week I’ll be back with a brand new post: D is for Dance and Dine. That’s right, I’m gonna bust my move. Well no, I’m gonna shake. Shake my groove thing.
There’s a band in Pittsburgh known as Dancing Queen. I’ve never heard of them, but see them for a concert, I will. They are a 70s and 80s tribute band. You know, two decades I really experienced first-hand. My experience of the 1980s revolved around cribs, diapers, Seasame Street and preschool. I’m not what you’d call “well-versed” in the 80s world.
But, oddly enough, this is where my life is taking me. One foot in front of the other, Day. One step at a time.
Sidebar: I have been listening to 90s music all week at work. What an amazing decade for music. I’m not just talking about Nsync, BSB, Hanson, and NKOTB (though they do count). I had Third Eye Blind on repeat today for awhile. (Did not realize THOSE were the lyrics to Semi-Charmed Life when I was 10) Followed by some old school Weezer, it’s Buddy Holly’s birthday after all. TLC’s Scrubs, R Kelly’s Bump and Grind, Spice Up Your Life by the fabulous Spice Girls. WHY ARE THERE NO 90s COVER BANDS?!?!?!? My generation feels so neglected. Let’s start one! Oh, C could be for Cover Band. The Hootie Matthews Project? Weezing Pumpkins? Or some acronym a la boy bands. Music of the Nineties are Kick Ass: MONAKA. Boom. Cover band name done. Who’s in?
So this is my life. Dreaming up 90s cover band names in my room on a Friday while the tv blares in the back round. What do you mean, I’m part of the over stimuli-zed generation? My cell phone is on its charger right now, thank you very much!
I’m switching some letters around. You’ll hear about this soon. Maybe this weekend if I can get my act together. It’s a pretty big deal, to be honest. I will be setting foot on a holy ground that I have not seen in over 9 long years. Get ready.
See you soon. Happy weekend!!
P.S. A friend of mine (don’t ask how, the 100 degrees it takes to link her to me up are ridiculous) is going to be studying in Rome this semester. I am mucho jealous, as that is where I fell in love with Italy. She’s going through the same college program I went through, and I know she’ll love it. If you’d like to read about Rome, stalk random people you’ve never met, or finally find out if they do make teaberry gelatto, give her blog a glance. Or two. Buona fortuna, Amy!