All must be well...

So, yeah, apparently, 'we're leaving at 9' really does mean 9, and not 10 or 11 or something more civilized. Who knew?

I really did intend to get up and be ready to go - I got up at 8, fixed some Lucky Charms, and promptly fell back asleep.

So instead of going down to London to decorate Moma's grave for winter, I woke up and fell asleep and felt guilty all day.

I spent quality time with my kitty. Our pets embody the joy and pain of life...the love is so pure, but everyday my heart breaks a little, because odds are I will outlive her. Sometimes I don't know how we stand to live with what we've seen and the knowledge we have.

I played my app some...I'm addicted to this kind of battle card RPG on my phone. It's well established that I'm a geek, so, there you go. :)

I watched some Glee.

I spent some time today trying to figure out what color my eyes are. I try to do this every once in a while. I have central heterochromia, which is a fancy way of saying each eye has two or more distinct colors. My eyes have a yellow starburst thingy around the pupil and then the iris is green. Usually. Only sometimes it's gray, or blue. So most days I have green eyes, and a few days I'm Arthur Dent.

Today I was Arthur Dent. I have eye-colored eyes.

What I did not do for most of the day was get on the computer. I guess I was taking a break even though I didn't intend to take a break.

When Chelsea got home from work it was like life and sunshine entered the house again. For being such a grump, she sure brings laughter and happiness wherever she goes anymore. I guess it's hard keeping up the grump face when you're working your dream job at your favorite place in the world!

She's my joy.

30 Songs in 30 Days, Day 2 - Your least favorite song

Day 2 of the 30 Day Song Challenge, and wow, talk about going from a high to a low! From my favorite to my least favorite song, hmmm...

I try not to dwell on bad things. When there's a song I don't like, I change the station. And really, there's not much I don't like.

But there's one song I hate hate hate hate hate, and I tried my hardest to come up with something else so as not to seem like a Grinch - but I couldn't, so here it is:

My least favorite song: FELIZ NAVIDAD.

Can't stand it. I don't know why. I don't understand why people like it, or why it gets so much airplay, or why it gets remade over and over. Why why why?

Every time Christmas season is upon us, I brace myself for the inevitability of this awful, terrible song.

(big sigh)

For some reason, Chelsea actually likes this song, especially the Glee version. I will admit the Glee version might be the least annoying of the five thousand versions of the song out there today.

So enjoy...if you can:

I will say the only words I know that you'll understand...

Tonight Chelsea and I watched the second Beatles episode of 'Glee'. She didn't know most of the songs featured, in either of the episodes, which shocked me a little. I mean, The Beatles broke up before I was born, too, so 'before her time' is not a good excuse!

But the big surprise came during the last song..."Let It Be".

Chelsea didn't know it.

I didn't believe it. I truly thought she was joking. She's twenty-one years old, and she doesn't know "Let It Be"?

I've sung that song to myself countless times, during the darkest hours of my life. I memorized the lyrics long ago, when I was eight years old and took my mom's folk/guitar book and never gave it back. Singing that song would ease an ache in my soul that I was too young then to recognize for what it was. It still helps me today.

I tried to bring my kid up right. We watched Star Trek. We watched UK basketball. We listened to Metallica. We listened to Dolly Parton. We watched Doctor Who. And I know, I know, I know that we listened to The Beatles.

Some things didn't stick, apparently. She won't even consider watching basketball now. She doesn't know a thing about Star Trek. The Beatles, I guess, were blocked right out of her mind.

This is what I would want someone who is open-minded, which is not my daughter right now, to know about The Beatles: 

• The lyrics to "Across The Universe" are probably the most beautiful, evocative and bittersweet you could find in a song. And also...hallucinogenic.

• The opening guitar sequence on "Revolution" is different from "I Saw Her Standing There", which is different from "I Want To Hold Your Hand". Every Beatles song is unique and instantly recognizable.

• Lennon & McCartney became a songwriting machine and the undisputed champions of the world. No one else can touch them. Not even Eminem. ... And the less glamorous Harrison and Starr contributed, too, most notably with "Here Comes The Sun" and "With A Little Help From My Friends" (well, Ringo actually just sang that, but still!).

12 albums, 10 years. It doesn't matter if you 'don't like The Beatles'. They came together for a time and did a magical thing. :) 

Can you imagine if there had been no Beatles?

Images of broken light

I hardly ever watch TV anymore.

I just lost interest, like I lost interest in everything else.

But that doesn't sound right, because I LOVE TV, just like I LOVE playing piano, and drawing, and all the other things I stopped doing.

But anyway, my TV stays off.

I do, however, have the first three seasons of Glee on my iPod.

Let me just say, I was there first. First episode, first season onward. I'd be watching the show, and I'd say, "Chelsea, come here, come here!"

And she'd come running, and then turn away in disgust when she saw it was Glee I wanted her to see.

Then, last year, the brat decided all of a sudden that the show was cool, she downloaded all my episodes and all my Glee CD's - don't start, I know I'm a Gleek - and pretended like she'd been a fan all along.

Whatever.

So now, of course, because I don't watch anything anymore, she knows more than me. I didn't watch the last part of Season 3 or any of Season 4. I know what happens, but I haven't watched it. I just can't.

Here's the bad part.

This summer I was telling my mother about Cory Monteith's death and how perfect he was on Glee and how much he'll be missed, and my mom says, "That sounds like a show I would like, let me take it home."

So my mom took my precious iPod, and didn't give it back for three weeks.

It gets worse.

When she picked me up every morning, she was watching Glee on the iPod, with her little headphones in. Then she proceeded to drive me to work. While she watched Glee. Okay... wait. While she hypothetically watched Glee.

So there I am, a terrified passenger, "Mom, PLEASE, put that away, it's illegal."

Here's Mom's logic, "No, texting and driving is illegal. I'm not texting. I'm only watching."

Three weeks this went on. Okay wait...three weeks this allegedly went on.

She just turned 61. You would think that would be old enough for some sense, right?

So finally, she stops bringing it in the car, and I want it back. Every day, I want it back. Every day, she says, 'Oh sorry...I was watching the Michael episode, I forgot.'

Three days in a row of that. You know, I feel very sorry for Dwayne. This flaky, forgetful, personality trait was handed straight down to all three of us from Moma.

No wonder he looks so frustrated when we get in the car 45 minutes late sometimes.

FINALLY I get my iPod back, but not without us watching the Michael episode one more time. It's Mom's favorite because they sing the Jackson 5 song 'ABC' which she loves, and my favorite because they sing Michael's 'Man in the Mirror' which I love.

And now Goodman 1 and Goodman 3 are badgering Goodman 2 to get season 4 downloaded so they can watch in full for season 5 starting this week.

But...but...I don't even watch TV anymore! Well, hardly ever. Well, okay I watched the Emmy's. I sold out.

But I'm cancelling my cable...bye bye TV...