We Make the Hipsters Fall In Love…

I love music.  Seriously, I listen to it all the time.  Sometimes I get fixated (like right now) on certain songs (Nemo by Nightwish) and other times I am totally random.  My iPod has 5 days straight worth of music on it and when I hit random, I literally could end up listening to Christmas music in April.
The reasons I like music so much are probably very similar to other peoples’ reasons.

• I can find a song or genre for any mood and any life event and that piece or sound will in some way affect me in the situation it speaks to.
• In the immortal words of Lady Gaga, sometimes I like to “Just Dance.”
• Sometimes songs bring back memories…good and bad.  I hear Lean On Me and I am immediately transported back to my high school friend's funeral.
• Some songs serve as reminders.  I will never hear “Love the Way You Lie” without a small amount of pain.
• Some songs make the day easier. (Nemo by Nightwish) 
• These are the song I want to write about today.  In particular, one artist.  Ke$ha.

Tonight, while waiting an extraordinary amount of time for four menu items in the Taco Bell drive thru, my BFF decided to shop radio stations to find a song she liked.  (Evidently Nemo by Nightwish was not an option at the time.  Sadness.)  In her search, we heard the starting bars of a Ke$ha song and she stopped the radio with a happy sigh and the comment, “I just can’t help myself, I like her.”
So, as the happy bubbly first verse is rolling its way from the entry ear to the ear it worms it’s way out of…Hot and Dangerous…blah blah blah…catchy beat catchy beat….blah blah blah…(incidentally, she has another song called Blah Blah Blah,)  I actually start listening to the words.  It’s a catchy song.  My BFF and I are doing finger calisthenics to the beat and then my favorite line in the entire song comes on…”We are who we ah-are!”
Am I the only one that sees/hears how hilarious that line is?  I mean, who else would we be?  Should the line read We Are Who We Aren’t or We Aren’t Who We Are?  I don’t know about any of you, but I am 100% who I am.  This phrase actually runs right along with the phase that was actually listed as one of the top ten over used phrases in America…It is what it is.  DUH!!!  Really, you felt the need to tell me that construction on the highway is what it is, which is (drum roll please)…Construction on the highway?  Seriously. 
It makes my brain hurt to know that the phrase “we are who we are” might potentially be empowering an entire demographic who may have thought they weren't who they were and that the road construction was in fact a monster truck rally.
While I truly do enjoy bopping along to Ke$ha, her lyrics leave me wanting.  (Wanting Jesus on my Neck-a-lace ace ace.)  If you think my literalism is bad for this song, don’t even get me started on Strawberry Wine by Deanna Carter.  She misses the loss of her innocence.  Ai Ai Ai!
In closing, I do want to express my appreciation for Ke$ha’s laser skillz!  You go wit-yo bad self Gurl!

Just an Intro

To those of you who don't know me very well, my name is Darlene and I am a fractal and random person.  I'm sure somewhere there is a 12 step program with my name (or diagnosis) all over it, but for now I am just here, chillin' in my padded room.
   I keep telling myself that someday I am going to start this fabulous blog and it will be so funny because it will be about...sparkly Texas women or pithy church signs or those strange shoes found in random places (now someone else's blog because she beat me to it without even knowing it was a race.) Regardless of what all my brilliant topics were going to be, I never started that fabulous blog...until now.
    I have always loved writing and when I was abroad, I kept a travel blog (adventuringimpossible.blogspot.com) and it was so fun.  So much fun that I decided the world needed me to keep another travel blog, but this one would be about traveling through life.
  Now, I know you're thinking (while you throw yourself dramatically onto the floor hands reaching out imploringly to the heavens..) "dear Lord, not another whiny, life is crap blog that I am supposed to find interesting!"
    This is not that, I can promise you...no, I will even pinky swear.  As if the act of actually curling pinkies with someone makes it a more valid promise than just saying it.  I believe fully that the entire reason we have pinkies is to validate our promises.  It serves no other biological purpose.  It can't even move with 100% independence.  Seriously, all it's there for is to give that added "ooomph!" to a vow.  Who needs to shake hands or sign contracts?  We curled pinkies!
    The things I can say may appear, with mini-digit crossing certitude, are references to parenting; I am one and I find it mostly hilarious, references to "the gays"; I am one and I also find it mostly hilarious.  Mostly though, I think you will find that I will just be writing about the small ironies I find in life and how very enjoyable they make my day to day existence.  If you find them interesting, cool.  if not...I cordially invite you to stop reading.