Malvina Reynolds - Little Boxes
Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of tickytacky
Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
And the people in the houses all went to the university
Where they were put in boxes and they came out all the same,
And there's doctors and there's lawyers, and business executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
And they all play on the golf course and drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp and then to the university
Where they are put in boxes and they come out all the same.
And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.
I love it so much that we have to watch intro for every episode -- and my favorite part it the ticky tacky and so I sing along during that part -- and Dave gives me this weird look -- but it's soo odd but makes me giggle.
SO the other day Dave sent me a text -- "TICKY TACKY" cause the last time we were watching it -- i was practically choking when my back up signing part was due -- and I sort of barked out the TICKY TACKY and it sounded so hoarse and horrible -- not that my singing voice is all that pretty to begin with -- but this version of "ticky tacky" was way worse than any version of my singing voice -- including if you will my rendition of Shakira's - Underneath your clothes.
Let me back up a little bit -- we were good friends during my bible thumping years -- so circa 1996. Some of the girls I was friends with then -- wanted the first kiss of their lives to be on their wedding day -- and by 1996 -- I was way past the kissing stage - without being a full fledged "whore in the eyes of the lord" But you know -- I'd been kissed -- and in places that would freighten fish. So I never understood this -- chastity bit -- well this extreme version but alas accepted it as one of their foolish girlhood ideals -- and would gush about kissing boys and make them covet my life experiences at the teenage hormone stage -- while they held onto their bibles in the self righteous way that uber catholics do. I eventually let go of the bible -- put on a shelf as an excellent story book.
I've somehow side stepped... sorry (randomness is part of my stylistic preference.) So we'll call this friend Agatha --a good virginal name don't you think? Anyways Agatha -- is 26, lives in the metro area -- and has never kissed a guy. She's smart and funny - and normal looking - she is no longer waiting for marriage for her first kiss - but now she is being so selective about it -- it's a little ridiculous. I mean -- she's never had a relationship - experienced kissing - let along physical intimacy -- or just pure sexual gratification. What about the saying you have to kiss a lot of frogs?
I think in this delay she has missed out on a big part of life -- I pity her -- and yet -- she claims that God will choose for her the time it right to kiss a guy. And that God's love is more important than a fleeting moment kissing someone. Barf. I'm sorry- get on with it already. You can't understand love until you have a couple of heartaches - a couple of bad kissers sticking their tongues up your nose or being over active in the salvia department- or acheive at minimum an orgasm. Purity taken to this level is just bullshit on top of bullshit - on top of the sacred cowshit.
I don't know what's worse -- that she is living like this -- all naive - or that she is praised for it by others - I can understand people with religous convictions that withold from sex -- but kissing -- gimme a break.
So -- I've been pretty bad about getting rid of clutter in my bedroom -- it's building up actually.
The plan is to attack it this weekend -- but as you can see -- I'd rather write about it now, than actally do it...
I just haven't been in the mood -- I know shocking, I'll clean anyone elses mess but my own. I have 4 heaping laundry baskets and a couple random piles -- it's all clean, some is even folded -- I just want it to magically find it's way on to hangers and into drawers... but Tinkerbell or Mary Poppins is not coming to my rescue and so it sits -- and grows. Plus --- another part is that a lot of it doesn't fit -- it might be as little as 5 pounds from fitting -- or as much as 20 pounds from fitting -- and I'm sure there is a few pairs of pants that will never go past my knee caps again...
I can't part with it since I like it - and I'm hopefully that Mary Poppins or Tinkerbell will not only help me with my laundry but auto-transplant me to the gym and make me work out and stop me from buying tasty sweet or carbo-liscious treats.
I couldn't find the sheets I wanted to put on my bed so I had fleece sheets on... but then after a couple nights -- I realized hey It's spring now -- fleece sheets are not the proper bedding attire -- Miss Emily Post would be so pissed at me. So now -- I am equally taboo and have miss matched sheets... I think the other halves are buried somewhere under my laundry -- but alas I am not motivated to look that hard.
The garbage -- is also building up -- the floor has now become a drawer if you will -- empty tic tac boxes -- clothing tags from when I stocked up on polos for work -- hangers that landed on the floor and some how I didn't have the energy to pick them up at the time. Empty pregnancy test boxes from a couple monthes ago when I was in freak out mode just finally made it to the trash... my home made card crap -- who has time to make homemade cards? Well I do, if I wasn't so unmotivated to pick them up from the floor. Water color paper and paints and paintbrushes -- books I've finished reading take up a corner on the floor -- why I couldn't put them in the bookcase is they are leaning up against is beyond me, could be that my junk mail is taking over the bookcase -- I don't know why I save random solicitations... ads etc I probably meant to make a little pile of credit card offers and then shred them -- but I forgot... Laziness -- apathy to clutter? I'll just do it later -- it's my new motto -- diet coke cans get discgard weekly -- otherwise my room would be silver and reflective... not good.
I should also clean out the car- more diet coke cans there --- random directions floating around the seats - glove box and trunk -- with reciepts and empty packs of gum, cds that got tucked somewhere or are floating under seats with my snowbrush -- I think the snow brush can go in the trunk -- with the 20 pairs of shoes-- most of which are ones that hurt my feet or require a pedicure.
That's another thing -- I should go get a pedicure and manicure -- again too much work. I also need an eyebrow wax and to shave my legs --
So that's the goal this weekend -- to clean and get organized - get pretty-- but it might be a better idea to take a nap -- read a book -- watch grass grow -- anything but just get to it.
Well -- Date night with Dave has always been fun! But lately we're more about the quality of time together. Cooking together and watching tv -- then the end result is usually me squealing from being tickled.
The other night we tried this recipe Dave found in the paper -- the original recipe was from Gordon Ramsay's collection - It was supposed to be sticky chicken... and well it was good - but a little too done. Next time we will have to watch the heat settings.
I'm going a little domestic -- last night I made a simple dinner - tomato soup and grilled cheese - but Dave's likes bacon on his sandwhich -- I think I burnt the bacon -- opps and then the house filled up with smoke.. double oops. Then after dinner - I did the dishes and this morning I made his lunch. How prescious. Is it wrong that I get all giddy cleaning up and making lunches? Maybe a little bit. Yep, but it makes ridiculously happy.
We are tentatively planning to go to the Star Wars exhibit at the science museum -- no, we are not that nerdy -- but we do love the science museum. Ok, maybe we are nerdy - well I am anyways.
Ok - maybe I'll more entertaining stories later.
