I love you P.S.

I have a friend who likes to remind me, pretty much every time I see her, of how very OLD I am.  Which to me is kinda funny since I'm only 5 years older than she is.  For me, age becomes more and more irrelevant the older I get. Secretly I wait for the day when she hits the "dirty thirty" so I can plot my revenge, complete with black balloons, black cake, and black candles. *evil laugh*

Although no one likes to be reminded of their inadequacies, I find it particularly irritating when someone brings up a topic that is not only out of my control but is also the inevitable.  Truly--aging beats the hell out of the alternative! ;) Besides, perfection is boring and over rated--I mean, even diamonds are unique because of their flaws.  So, since I've recently realized that I have the tendency to rant more than rave, I shall treat you to some of my favorite underwhelming "qualities" about myself. :)

I am klutzy.  I tend to run into things, spill things--fumble them if you will.  Sugar coat it however you like, but overall, I am not a graceful person.  In saying that: I LOVE to dance; as much as I love to dance, I am equally awkward at it. Reminds me of the cheer in Buffy the Vampire Slayer:  "How funky is your chicken? How funky is your chicken? How loose is your goose? Our goose is totally loose! So come on all you Hog fans, so come on all you Hog fans and shake your caboose, and shake your caboose! WHoooO!" So uh yea, it's bad!  Doesn't stop me from shakin' my caboose though! Nope nope--I'm in like Flynn!


I love to sing--preferably at the top of my lungs, but just loud in general works too.  I find it is best to miss as many notes as possible; I also like to give myself bonus points for inventing "new" lyrics.   
"There was a little girl who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead;
When she was good, she was very, very good,
And when she was bad she was horrid."
Cut to me: all good at being bad and horrid! ;)  I think that if you're going to be bad at something you enjoy doing, then you may as well enjoy doing it badly...but that's just me.  My ex used to tell me: "Mags, you are NOT the next American Idol".  Well no shit Sherlock; what was your first clue?  When I wasn't standing in a long line to audition? Hmmm:   "Curiouser and curiouser!"
Thankfully Jason loves to hate my singing; he is fantastic at coming up with funny lyrics. Together, we spit lyrical poetry and freestyle to a funky fresh beat...ya feel me?! ah ha!:)

Viola, there they are folks:  two of my favorite worst qualities. :)  I'm sure there are many to choose from, but these two are keepers!  Yes, I shall cherish my lack of rhythm and tone deafness until the hip bone connected to the leg bone degenerates from my OLD self and my Def Jams go platinum.


~M

P.S.  I thought of the perfect P.S. earlier when I started this whole blog and now I've forgotten it! Grrr!  The P.S. is kind of like my thing.  Like the abrupt subject change which in conversation would sound something like:  Not to change the subject, but....