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The wee one has her first guitar lesson tomorrow. This should be in-er-est-in.
M. said that he wanted her to learn an instrument, and I'm totally in agreement, but I thought maybe piano, or violin. Classical guitar is nice too, but the wee one, who has been walking around with her 'axe' on her back for the past three days told me last night that she really wants to 'rock'. I didn't know she even knew what that meant. M. was not amused. He was hoping for Liona Boyd 2.0.
So, I let her watch part of the Grammy Awards last night, and she appeared to be a Green Day fan, like me. Also, she was loving the Black Eyed Peas and later declared that one day she'd like to be a 'Black Pea', and I just laughed and assured her that with hard work any dream is achievable. And, can I just say that Pink was amazing? I actually had tears in my eyes, which was an extreme reaction, granted, but I actually was on the verge of all out sobbing because I was so impressed by her. I'm not generally a fan of hers, but I have to say that the woman has a voice, and she makes all the packaged 'pop tarts' look like high school amateurs. Amazingly, a lot of the performances were good and I had to wonder if 'talent' is actually making a comeback. I am not a big Beyonce fan, never was even when she was in Destiny's Child, but that's more a matter of musical preference than a criticism of her talent. Still, I thought she was great last night too, as was Lady Gaga, who normally irritates me with all the contrived envelope pushing. That said, the girl gives good show, and I have never been bored enough to flip the channel when she's performing, which is obviously her goal. Also, Lady Antebellum. I used to think they were a female rap artist, but apparently, they're a country band, and a good one at that. I mean, I normally take bathroom breaks when the country singers take the stage but not with them. I stayed and I smiled. In terms of country, I like Patsy Cline and the Dixie Chicks, but that's about it. I used to know Jason McCoy personally, went snowmobiling with him and sat with him at a wedding and didn't know who he was until someone finally saw fit to tell me, and even then I didn't feel a need to listen to his music. I mean, country and I just don't jive under normal circumstances, but I was pleasantly surprised to find myself appreciating it. Also, I hate rap, and when I say hate, I mean, I'd rather listen to country music 24/7 than to ever have to hear any of that violent, misogynistic garbage, but why did I find myself liking Jay-Z. Oh lord, maybe there is a new world order.
I remember the first Grammy show I ever watched. It was 1984, and I remember being completely blown away by Cyndi Lauper and how weird she looked. Michael Jackson still had dark skin, and for some reason, people were really into Lionel Ritchie and the country group Alabama. This was when people still wanted to think that George Michael and Boy George were heterosexual (yes, really) and when Duran Duran were demigods. We had ourselves some delusions. I fell in love with the pageantry, though. The Oscars are coming up soon, too. For me, that night is like some kind of holiday.
My friend A. called me today. Apparently, she lost her job. The district manager came in and said something to the effect of 'it's not a good fit', and that was it. Only a week's severance pay and she has one son in university and another one at home who has Asperger's Syndrome. She has decided to be happy about it, but still decided to argue with me when I made the very popular, over-used statement 'Everything happens for a reason'. A. doesn't believe in fate, kismet, cosmic design or spiritual blueprints. I don't necessarily subscribe to these ideas either, at least, not completely. For me, though, the theory of reason in things works, and when she responded to my attempt at positivity with 'oh, so you'd tell that to someone who had a relative die,' I sucked in a breath, reminded myself that she had a very upsetting day despite her determination to be positive about it, and said 'Well, yes. It's part of life, so there's no escaping it, but there's usually something to be learned by the death of someone, I think.' But, I didn't want to get all philosophical with someone who just experienced something terrible. I have been in her situation. You don't want to hear about all the good things in life when you're still stinging from disaster. Still, if she qualifies for unemployment, she may also be able to get career training through the government, which will give her the skills to find a job outside of retail. To me, this is a positive, and if she hadn't been let go, she wouldn't be able to get the training. I say that counts as something happening for a reason. She can think of it however she wants to. My way is far more uplifting.
I asked my wee one if she thinks I am a good mommy, and cringed when I heard myself asking her because she's five and why would I ask her that? In my head, I was seeking a pure response, because five-year-olds seldom feel a need to lie when asked a question like this, and I thought some feedback might be beneficial. She responded with 'Well, mom, I would really like it if you were less mean to me.' This, after I had given her a very long, tongue-lashing about the state of her bedroom which had been systematically dismantled over the course of the day.
I immediately baked her some brownies from scratch.
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