Take me to “Funkytown”…
Have you ever listened to the lyrics of the 1980 hit song “Funkytown”? Well, I’m asking because I sometimes use the word “funky” to describe a mood I’m in. I was in one of those moods today. Okay, truth be told, I was in one of those moods for a few days. So I started thinking about ways to pull myself out of it. I went and worked out this morning for a while and it seemed to help, but then I felt myself slipping again after I had to take my girls to visit the orthodontist. I got the preliminary estimate for my youngest daughter’s teeth contraptions. I tried to look calm and appear nonchalant, like I had that kind of money just floating around.
Sigh. I don’t think I was fooling anyone. I had just been reading a magazine article on the kind of money movie stars throw around on their “play dates”. Yes, I’m referring to movie stars as children, but really, a $5,000 a night hotel? Don’t you know there are starving kids in Africa? Didn’t your mom ever tell you that every night while you ate dinner? I also enjoyed the breakdown of their outfits that “real” people like me could afford. A very affordable $250 dress for everyday wear. A giant purse at around $500, which I’m sure was a steal, and then the very affordable shoes at $155. By the time we were done with that outfit, I could have put a deposit on my daughter’s fun new mouth gadgets.
So back to my mood. I don’t like to be around people when I am not feeling most positive. Unfortunately, there was nothing for it tonight as I had a previous engagement scheduled. So, I bought some funky nail polish, and tried to groove “with some energy”. I think I managed to pull it off, but I’m not sure how much longer I can hold “Funkytown” at bay.
“One night Roger was in a foul mood and he threw his entire bloody drumset across the stage. The thing only just missed me – I might have been killed.” ~Freddie Mercury
Spread awesomeness:
Suri Cruise has 50 pairs of shoes…..she’s five years old.
Ahhh, the untold joys of the summer frustration. I know that you and I both love our summers, but they produce angst for me. I tend to overthink, overanalyze, beat myself up, and generally behave like a wierd hermit during the summer sometimes. Funkytown is not a myth, peeps. I understand the need and desire to hide. I also understand how sometimes you have to force yourself to show your face and force the happy into you in some fashion. Somehow, I completely understand how you are feeling. I am sure you are sooo shocked by this. 🙂
I am shocked that my kindred soul sister feels the same:)