Greetings Kind Reader - so glad to see you here.
If this is your first time stopping by When A Southern Woman Rambles... I hope it won't be your last. And if you're a returning Reader ... THANKS! I know I was a little - - kind of - - seriously lax in posting last year. I blamed it on all sorts of things but in truth it was all my fault. I'm sure I could have found a few minutes here and there to post something at least once a week.
So, I suppose I'll make a Resolution for this year, 2015. Note: I'm not good with resolutions. I think they're sort of goofy because 9 times out of 10 people resolve to do things they'll never actually do. I guess it's because they think that there's something special about stating that they're going to do this or that on January 1st. But hey, whatever floats a person's boat is cool with me (unless it's illegal - and then I'd rather they kept their boat in dry dock)
Here goes...
I resolve that I will post something to WASWR daily - - every other day - - - at least once a week. (Hey, I know I'm going to have days where my blog will be the furthest thing on my mind which is why I'm going to pad my chances at actually adhering to this resolution.)
Whew. Gads, I'm already starting to freak out. No joke. My hands feel all hot and I'm starting to sweat and ... oh, wait, I've got my Sunbeam portable heater turned on and blowing towards my fish tank. Geez. The things I do for my Betta fish, Beauregard. It's kind of chilly in my little office which isn't actually an 'office' per se. Technically, it's a closet.
Granted it's an extremely big closet and it's got a window but it's a closet nonetheless.
Ooooh, pardon me while I switch gears to mention the fact that I'm listening to Karen Carpenter singing Rainy Days and Mondays. Now that is music. Her voice gives me chills. It always sounds so smooth and effortless. In fact, I can remember when I was a little girl sitting in my bedroom listening to my one of my Carpenters albums on my sister's stereo/record player how badly I wanted to be able to sing just like Karen. So I sang. And sang and sang.
I'm not ashamed to say I'm a pretty good singer. Not quite Karen Carpenter good, but I think I could hold my own if my life depended on it. I like to think that my daughter (who is so much of a singer/musician that she's in the process of preparing vocal and guitar auditions for college) got her love for music from me because I don't think there's been a single day in my entire life when I wasn't singing.
Her life goal is to be 'in the music industry'. Notice I didn't say her ambition is to be 'as big as Beyoncé or Britney' because neither she nor I consider them 'real singers'. GADS! I expect to get a few angry comments about that...so let me explain before folks start saying I’m evil for not recognizing the talents of the two aforementioned performers.
Let’s face it. We live in an Auto-tuned world. To be a recording artist today a person doesn’t really need to FIRST have a strong voice with great tone and timbre rather they must first have ‘a look that people will love’. I suppose I could come up with a long list of artists from when I was a kid that would prove my point about how fame came first from the voice and definitely not the face (or the breasts, buttocks, ‘guns’, mugs, perfectly straight teeth, and chemically-sun-kissed skin all attached to a pencil thin body). Maybe it would be best to just say the following … there was no amount of a machine driven wind, back up dancers, or strobe lighting to make some of the singers from the 70s and early 80s look like they should be on the cover of Vogue Magazine.
Lord have mercy, could you imagine Robert Plant on the cover of Men’s Health Magazine? Geez, just typing that made me giggle. Just try to picture Karen Carpenter (whose voice I adore as stated earlier) on the cover of Sports Illustrated Swim Suit edition – it’s difficult because while she was cute and not 100% unattractive, she definitely didn’t have the physical accessories need to put her in one of those skimpy suits that aren’t actually ever used for swimming.
Interesting aside, my husband, God love him, says that whenever he hears Karen’s dulcet voice he gets hungry. And he’s not joking either. He actually has this strong urge to eat something. I asked him why and he said it was because whenever he saw her on TV singing as a kid she always looked so thin and her eyes were always so sunken in that it made him want to go eat something. Little did he know that she suffered from body dysmorphic disorder and had such a serious eating problem that it ravaged her body and eventually led to her untimely entirely too early death. Sad.
Weight is such a weighty issue. It’s one that everybody deals with no matter how famous they may or may not be. I don’t think it’s a stretch to say that resolving to lose 5, 10, 20, 100 pounds is probably the #1 resolution made when January 1 comes ‘round each year.
Hehehe, I’ll be you were wondering how I’d steer myself back to the New Year and the resolutions that are made in the wake of fireworks and giant balls falling from the tops of sky scrapers – weren’t you? Oh, ye of little faith – that’s how a rambling woman rolls! I start one conversation – toss in a dash of something else to ponder – mix it all together and badda bing, badda boom – you, Kind Reader, are taken right back to where I went off on my tangent. What can I say? It’s a talent.
My, my, my - now that this wandering ramble has come full circle I think it’s time for me to wrap this first post of 2015. I’m sure you’ve got something you need to be doing. Perhaps you’ve declared that you’re going to work out every day. Or maybe you told your loved ones that you’re going to stop smoking and that THIS IS THE YEAR IT WILL HAPPEN. Whatever your resolutions for 2015 may be, I wish you much luck.
And if you should happen to stumble – know that it’s not the end of the world. It doesn’t mean you’re a loser. It just means you need to have a better reason to make a major change in your life than ‘a date on the calendar’. Make resolutions because YOU want to do it for YOU.
Alright – I’m done. It’s time for me to pull myself away from my blog. Time for me to stop rambling for at least 24 hours! Here’s looking at you, Kind Reader. Hope you’ll drop by again soon to check up on me.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
