Today I am thankful for...Garth Brooks.
The hubby is Apple addicted. We've got iPods, Nanos, iPhones, iTunes. Yikes! Call me a Luddite, but I enjoy popping a CD in and cranking up the volume. Figuring out which setting the stereo needs to be on to wirelessly beam the music from the computer to the speakers, not to mention remembering the hubby's cryptic password? Eh. Too many steps. So it was only recently, after harassing the hubby for months, that we pulled some of my CDs out of the attic.
The peanut and I have been enjoying a new rotation of music throughout our day as a result. Surprise favorite? The peanut loves the Beatles "1" album. I'm not sure if it's because he saw the number one on the cover and thinks that's cool or because he likes to dance to the songs, because he does. Either way, it's a win-win on a cloudy, cold afternoon.
This morning, the hubby and the peanut headed to that oasis of maleness, Home Depot. I was left at home and immediately started prepping to paint the ceilings in the kitchen while I was free of a toddler underfoot. I recently painted our "keeping" room and decided that I loved the color so much, it needed to be extended into the kitchen and pronto. I put on the ratty jeans that are worn so thin they feel like cotton (and I would wear every day if they were suitable for public eyes), pulled the hair back and scanned the new-to-me-again CDs for some motivational tunes.
My go-to cleaning music is the soundtrack from "The Commitments" (run, do not walk, to your nearest Netflix account to rent this movie if you haven't seen it already). I needed something stronger than "Mustang Sally" to get me through this project. And there it was. The Garth Brooks Live double CD set. Perfect. (Yes, I like Garth Brooks. I also love Motown, Prince, Coldplay, 'NSync...really, I have random, some (the hubby) may say questionable, taste in music).
I can't even remember the last time I danced around like such a fool, singing at the top of my lungs. It made a horrible task bearable. And my paint brush got a serious workout as a microphone. Nothing like singing into objects, shaking your booty to make you feel 13 again!
And my ceiling already has two coats of paint on them. So thank you Garth and your silly "Friends in Low Places." I couldn't have done it without you. Well, maybe I could have, but it certainly wouldn't have been as much fun.
Oh, that reminds me of "The Dance"...