My heart skips a beat
I recently made the online acquaintance of a notorious Irish DJ that goes by the name of Rick O’Shea. He writes a very amusing, accessible and open blog with a pop-cultural bent obviously. For example, today he writes about songs that you wouldn’t normally been drawn to but for some reason make you stop and draw breath. I know exactly what he means. Similar to him that Dixie Chicks song caught my attention but I think it was the accompanying video that did it for me. It’s rare enough that I would see music videos these days. I can also think of a few tracks that make me stop and pull a full on thousand yard stare. I remember when I was expecting S. nearly bawling in a sandwich shop one lunchtime on hearing “Fix You” by Coldplay. And “Vito’s Ordination” was another one that set me off during that pregnancy. When I’m not pregnant I’m a hard hearted bitch and the only songs that make me cry are the really bad ones. And hearing the really cheesy ones that made me cry when I was pregnant but they’re tears of embarrassment. All my emotions are expressed through water erupting from my eyes.
But no I cannot say I am hard-hearted while I am sitting here, looking out the window at Himself and the Eldest gardening. They’re very cute in their matching wellies and jeans. Considering the Eldest was spewing his guts up yesterday it is definitely a heartwarming sight. And speaking of pregnancy Himself deserves no feeling of any kind from me after his behaviour yesterday evening. In what he claims was meant to be a romantic gesture, he snuck up behind me, put his arms around my middle, grabbing two handfuls of belly (:( I’m afraid so)and said, “You’re not pregnant, are you?” Hi-bloody-larious. Romance is definitely not dead in our gaff.