Question: Would you be freaking out and blogging like a fool if he'd left you for another man?

Well, if he did it in the same way...yes. Obviously you haven’t read the entire story and you have picked up somewhere after I made the point that it wasn’t being dumped. I have been dumped before. It was, is and will always be the summer from hell. I won’t bother going into all of the details because the people who matter already know what happened. If you care to read it yourself, go ahead. If not, your comments are based on ignorance and are therefore insignificant.

I was watching television a few minutes ago and I had to listen to the commercial because the clicker didn’t work and I was too lazy to crawl across my bed and turn down the volume. The commercial had a song in the background that I immediately recognized as Aerosmith. It was a car commercial. I was devastated. Perhaps I would have felt differently had it been a beer commercial, or perhaps even a COOL car commercial but it wasn’t. Sacrilege, sell out and superciliousness came to mind. It was reminiscent of the time that I heard a disc jockey say, “And now a blast from the past...” as he was introducing an Elton John song. Talk about feeling old. I was 22 at the time.

Then I started hearing Beatles songs in elevators. That’s pretty distressing. The Fool on the Hill is not what I want to hear as elevator music. Can’t they use 80 year old people’s music? They have to know how old they are...they’ve lived past the average life expectancy. Up until we approach that, we are only as old as we feel. Or something silly like that.

Every so often, I hear a remake of a seventies song and I sing along to it. My kids look at me like I’ve been out partying with their friends. I remember when my youngest brought me his CD player so that I could hear this “really cool song” . It was Stairway to Heaven. I was so touched...my baby had discovered Led Zeppelin.

Of course, there is one big problem when your kids like the same music that you do...they steal your CD’s. I keep buying the Best Of Queen and it keeps disappearing. When I was a teenager, it was my brothers. Now, it’s my kids. I was going through my son’s CD’s on the way back from the airport the other day and I said, “Isn’t this MY Bat out of Hell?”

“No, there’s another one somewhere, that one’s mine.”

Oh.

“Hey, this Born to Run, it IS mine, right?”

“Oh no. That one’s mine, I’m sure of it.”

Oh.

“And the Bachman Turner...”

“I remember buying that one specifically!”

Oh.

Well, The Sounds of the Seventies 1975...”

“Yeah, that one’s yours.”

Goodie.

Too bad I didn’t buy a bunch of Donny Osmond CD’s, I’d never lose a bit of my music. My daughter likes the old Will Ya Marry Me Bill stuff . Even my Best of America CD is unsafe around these kids. Now that I think of it, I haven’t seen that sucker in a while. I keep buying CD’s but my CD holder never gets any fuller. Oh well, my entire Sounds of the Seventies collection is safe (except of course for 1975 which is, for some reason, in my son’s car right now.) because I bought those through the mail and I kept complaining that they kept coming so everyone knows they are mine. Other than that, nothing is mine.

Heck, my Dad used to pilfer through my albums as well, he would steal Neal Diamond every chance he got. Mother listened to country music but it never occurred to her to take my John Denver. I think she is my only blood relative who never stole music from me.

Oh well, I guess if I want to hear the kind of music I like, I need to start listening to the television commercials.

Well, it’s Saturday night and I am going out to dinner with a friend and then, if I am still up for it, I am going out to dinner with Anne after she gets off of work at midnight. I’ve been up since six but I might be able to do it. Then again, I might be out by nine. I am just a little old lady, after all. :)

Meg