Whaddya Got On Tap?
Oh yes I will have a pint Berkshire Brewery Steel Rail please! For those of you who don't know I am a fan of the beer. I will not drink what I call "crappy beer", no only the best for me. I love the German Weiss beers with an orange (SO GOOD, its ads a tinge of sweet and orange to the flavor of the beer!), but if I can't get a Weiss on tap, then I just go for the best of the choices available.
I have not been drinking much at all in the past nearly 10 months. I was told that that drinking isn't good for one's fertility. So, I took that very seriously and had maybe 4 tastes of beer in the last 10 months. Then I had this great conversation with a good friend who was conceived from a drunken night that her parents had. So, I got to thinking, since we are so focused on our ttc (we are in ttc land this weekend people!) that maybe I need to loosen up a little. Ah, I know just how to do that....GIVE ME A BEER!
So, since other methods have not worked thus far....lets try the tipsy method! Don't worry we are not drinking and driving. Matt is my designated driver (and he has been sick, so no drinks for him!), in more ways then one! Ha ha! That's pretty funny. Anyways, so yeah drinking and well making out, what can I say it makes things all the more interesting!
Has anyone else tried the drunken ttc method?
Oh and at the bar last night, this guy asked Matt how much he would pay to have someone punch him (Matt) because he (Matt) is so pretty! WTF?
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Friday, December 28, 2007
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
ee cummings
Monday, December 24, 2007
Carry Her & All Our Precious Children In Our Hearts
It's the holidays, and I am just not into it. All I can think about, all that I am consumed by how our most precious gift never made it alive into the world. Birdie. All that I can think about is her, and how much time has passed and where we are right now. Our mental states of being are ok. We have not cracked up completely. But that does not mean that there are not really hard days, because as so many of you know there are SO MANY hard days. I am having an in between kind of day and state of mind. I am so sick of all of the holiday cheer right now...
I am glad that people have it, but I just don't feel ok being around it. Probably one day I will want to be around it. However, this year just don't count me in on anything related to the holidays, except maybe snowboarding on the snow that the season has brought us.
Anyways, I am not making much sense anymore. What I really wanted to say is that not only do I carry Birdie in my heart, but I carry all of our children their. I know that there are many...there are too many losses between all of us. But please know that your little ones are very precious to me too. Please know that I am thinking of your sweet little babes.
I sent out an email sort of card (w/photo & poem) to some of you who who's email addresses are in my gmail. Here the a beautiful poem by ee cummings that I put with the photo of Birdie, Me & Matt.
i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
ee cummings
It's the holidays, and I am just not into it. All I can think about, all that I am consumed by how our most precious gift never made it alive into the world. Birdie. All that I can think about is her, and how much time has passed and where we are right now. Our mental states of being are ok. We have not cracked up completely. But that does not mean that there are not really hard days, because as so many of you know there are SO MANY hard days. I am having an in between kind of day and state of mind. I am so sick of all of the holiday cheer right now...
I am glad that people have it, but I just don't feel ok being around it. Probably one day I will want to be around it. However, this year just don't count me in on anything related to the holidays, except maybe snowboarding on the snow that the season has brought us.
Anyways, I am not making much sense anymore. What I really wanted to say is that not only do I carry Birdie in my heart, but I carry all of our children their. I know that there are many...there are too many losses between all of us. But please know that your little ones are very precious to me too. Please know that I am thinking of your sweet little babes.
I sent out an email sort of card (w/photo & poem) to some of you who who's email addresses are in my gmail. Here the a beautiful poem by ee cummings that I put with the photo of Birdie, Me & Matt.
i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
ee cummings
Saturday, December 22, 2007
The Reason
Ok so the reason that I have felt the need to go private with this blog. We are at that point, you know past the 9 months of healing. We want very much to conceive another beautiful life.
I was convinced that in this past month that we had indeed done just that. Then the date that I should have got my "friend" came and went, and and then another day came (and I got SO excited!)...but then that afternoon guess who decided to show up. My hopes were totally slashed and I was so incredibly sad and depressed. I was weepy for the rest of the day and cried myself to sleep that night...thinking about Birdie, and thinking about how much we want a brother or sister for her.
It feels like now that we are at the point to be trying and be doing so safely, knowing that my c-section scar is healed...that we have entered into yet another realm of disappointment. Disappointment and heartbreak if that trying does not do what you think and hope that it will.
I am diving into some deep shit here emotionally (as if I wasn't in that deep trench of emotion every day already!), and I just don't want to share this with some family. I just don't want to cause them any more emotional trauma that my emotional trauma could cause with things that I might say (and we don't really want them to know that we are ttc). I just need to vent, and in a more "private" space. Well, at least with people whom I have chosen to share in this emotional roller coaster with me. Those of you who know what the hell of losing your child is and can be, and then the other roller coaster of going ahead and wanting and trying to begin again.
So my friends, welcome to my personal emotional trench. Read all about how I am trying desperately to dig my way out of it.
How is it that it was so "easy" to conceive our sweet little Birdie, only to lose her right before we got to meet her. And now, it seems that even though we are in a good place when we are trying, that what we want most we cannot have?
I am just so sad about this. So sad. So sad.
p.s. ba humbug.
Ok so the reason that I have felt the need to go private with this blog. We are at that point, you know past the 9 months of healing. We want very much to conceive another beautiful life.
I was convinced that in this past month that we had indeed done just that. Then the date that I should have got my "friend" came and went, and and then another day came (and I got SO excited!)...but then that afternoon guess who decided to show up. My hopes were totally slashed and I was so incredibly sad and depressed. I was weepy for the rest of the day and cried myself to sleep that night...thinking about Birdie, and thinking about how much we want a brother or sister for her.
It feels like now that we are at the point to be trying and be doing so safely, knowing that my c-section scar is healed...that we have entered into yet another realm of disappointment. Disappointment and heartbreak if that trying does not do what you think and hope that it will.
I am diving into some deep shit here emotionally (as if I wasn't in that deep trench of emotion every day already!), and I just don't want to share this with some family. I just don't want to cause them any more emotional trauma that my emotional trauma could cause with things that I might say (and we don't really want them to know that we are ttc). I just need to vent, and in a more "private" space. Well, at least with people whom I have chosen to share in this emotional roller coaster with me. Those of you who know what the hell of losing your child is and can be, and then the other roller coaster of going ahead and wanting and trying to begin again.
So my friends, welcome to my personal emotional trench. Read all about how I am trying desperately to dig my way out of it.
How is it that it was so "easy" to conceive our sweet little Birdie, only to lose her right before we got to meet her. And now, it seems that even though we are in a good place when we are trying, that what we want most we cannot have?
I am just so sad about this. So sad. So sad.
p.s. ba humbug.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
The Need To Say Things That I just Can't Say Here
To any and all whom read this blog, I have made the decision to go make it private once again for a little while. There are things that I am thinking and feeling that I really need to say through my writing here that I just can't. So, I am going to make Birdie's blog private. If you want to be able to keep reading send me an email so that I can add your name to my reader list. I'm sorry but I need to be true to how I am feeling about some things, and I just cannot feel secure about doing it "in the open" right now.
I know you can understand.
Erin
edited to add: please send me an email with your email, that is how I am adding readers to my list. Some of you have requested to keep reading, but your email did not appear in your comment (when I clicked on your name your email did not appear). I am going to go private with this blog very, very soon...
To any and all whom read this blog, I have made the decision to go make it private once again for a little while. There are things that I am thinking and feeling that I really need to say through my writing here that I just can't. So, I am going to make Birdie's blog private. If you want to be able to keep reading send me an email so that I can add your name to my reader list. I'm sorry but I need to be true to how I am feeling about some things, and I just cannot feel secure about doing it "in the open" right now.
I know you can understand.
Erin
edited to add: please send me an email with your email, that is how I am adding readers to my list. Some of you have requested to keep reading, but your email did not appear in your comment (when I clicked on your name your email did not appear). I am going to go private with this blog very, very soon...
So Ultimately Sad.
There are so many reasons for what I feel right now, such utter and gutteral sadness. Some times the negatives in my life become way to overwhelming for me. Well of course they take me over, and I get knocked down. I get knocked down and it takes me a little bit to get back up. The two most recent losses of people that I know have really thrown me, and tossed my emotions. I don't know how to help these dear people and I want to so much.
For my own reasons I feel I have been bowed over in a way again. You see last week I had a dream that I gave birth to another baby, a live baby. This birth was very different from Birdies, it was quick and unnatended, not even my dearest Matt was there.
I don't know what to make of that. From where I sit right now yet another negative leaves me feeling heartbroken and at a loss. I really could use some hope right now, I really really could. I am trying to be positive about the future, but I don't want to wait for the future, I want that future now. I want to be closer to a miracle than the distance away that I am at right now.
But really, I just don't want my reality. I just want that sweet little girl who was born of my body on March 3rd 2007. Why can't I just have that miracle and hold her in my arms.
Today I feel beaten and broken.
There are so many reasons for what I feel right now, such utter and gutteral sadness. Some times the negatives in my life become way to overwhelming for me. Well of course they take me over, and I get knocked down. I get knocked down and it takes me a little bit to get back up. The two most recent losses of people that I know have really thrown me, and tossed my emotions. I don't know how to help these dear people and I want to so much.
For my own reasons I feel I have been bowed over in a way again. You see last week I had a dream that I gave birth to another baby, a live baby. This birth was very different from Birdies, it was quick and unnatended, not even my dearest Matt was there.
I don't know what to make of that. From where I sit right now yet another negative leaves me feeling heartbroken and at a loss. I really could use some hope right now, I really really could. I am trying to be positive about the future, but I don't want to wait for the future, I want that future now. I want to be closer to a miracle than the distance away that I am at right now.
But really, I just don't want my reality. I just want that sweet little girl who was born of my body on March 3rd 2007. Why can't I just have that miracle and hold her in my arms.
Today I feel beaten and broken.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Another Loss
Last night I learned that 2 very dear friends of ours have lost another pregnancy (their fourth). I am so sad and sick over this. What the fuck is wrong with the universe this year? I mean really, how much more death can possibly come before the new year? I probably shouldn't ask that question. I am seriously ill over this. I just cannot believe it, these 2 lovely people who have been through so much, they deserve another baby of their own. THEY DESERVE ANOTHER BABY OF THEIR OWN!
To my dear friends, I am so sorry for your loss.
Last night I learned that 2 very dear friends of ours have lost another pregnancy (their fourth). I am so sad and sick over this. What the fuck is wrong with the universe this year? I mean really, how much more death can possibly come before the new year? I probably shouldn't ask that question. I am seriously ill over this. I just cannot believe it, these 2 lovely people who have been through so much, they deserve another baby of their own. THEY DESERVE ANOTHER BABY OF THEIR OWN!
To my dear friends, I am so sorry for your loss.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
The Waiting & The Silence
Now that we have come this far, 9 months and nearly 2 weeks I look back in a little bit of disbelief. I know that I have said this before, but sometimes it really seems as though I could not have ever been pregnant with Birdie. I mean for all of that time that was spent to care for her through what I ate and changing jobs to be off of my feet...and only to end with her death seems so incredibly insane! And it is! It really really is, to be living this reality that we now call life without the baby we made seems so surreal, and it is. The silence in here is very real to me, every day that I am here sitting and working or knitting...or watching a movie with Matt. The silence still there. No crying baby, no heavy breathing sounds on my chest, no nursing infant to fill the silence. Just pure, heavy silence.
To be here in this moment writing these words is surreal to me. Who I have become and how I have changed sometimes just feels to weird, because it is. I don't know if anything I am saying makes sense to anyone else, but it does to me. As many of you know I was given the recommendation of waiting at least 9 months before starting to try again. Being here and past the 9 month point feels strange and as much as I want to write about it, I don't think that I can do that here. Just know that we are ok, that we can say that we are happy people again, and that we are more in love with each other than ever. We are ok. Yes, despite the emotional trauma we have experienced and live with and continue to we are ok.
Last weekend we went to see my folks, as my brothers birthday was last Saturday, and mums was on Monday. They have a new puppy, and of course we took some pictures!
Now that we have come this far, 9 months and nearly 2 weeks I look back in a little bit of disbelief. I know that I have said this before, but sometimes it really seems as though I could not have ever been pregnant with Birdie. I mean for all of that time that was spent to care for her through what I ate and changing jobs to be off of my feet...and only to end with her death seems so incredibly insane! And it is! It really really is, to be living this reality that we now call life without the baby we made seems so surreal, and it is. The silence in here is very real to me, every day that I am here sitting and working or knitting...or watching a movie with Matt. The silence still there. No crying baby, no heavy breathing sounds on my chest, no nursing infant to fill the silence. Just pure, heavy silence.
To be here in this moment writing these words is surreal to me. Who I have become and how I have changed sometimes just feels to weird, because it is. I don't know if anything I am saying makes sense to anyone else, but it does to me. As many of you know I was given the recommendation of waiting at least 9 months before starting to try again. Being here and past the 9 month point feels strange and as much as I want to write about it, I don't think that I can do that here. Just know that we are ok, that we can say that we are happy people again, and that we are more in love with each other than ever. We are ok. Yes, despite the emotional trauma we have experienced and live with and continue to we are ok.
Last weekend we went to see my folks, as my brothers birthday was last Saturday, and mums was on Monday. They have a new puppy, and of course we took some pictures!
Friday, December 14, 2007
Samuel Nadav Is Here!
Early this morning at 12:09am Beruriah gave birth! YES! WOOHOO!
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Welcome baby Samuel, Welcome! Congratulations Mama & Papa.....I am so beyond happy for you!
Early this morning at 12:09am Beruriah gave birth! YES! WOOHOO!
http://furtherrecords.wordpress.com
Welcome baby Samuel, Welcome! Congratulations Mama & Papa.....I am so beyond happy for you!
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Aamaa
I think that is what I would like to be called by when I eventually become mama to a living child, to Birdie's brother or sister...Aaamaa! I love the way that this word sounds. It's Nepali for "Mother". Or maybe Aamaa Mama!
I am not going to be blogging very much about this subject (about subsequent pregnancy, NO I am not pregnant!) because we want to be private about it.
To my fellow bloggers, how did you handle your decisions with subsequent deliveries? Family pressure to do this or that etc.
edited to add: while I know very well that there are many who will be extremely concerned for me when I am pregnant again, I respect that concern. I respect that you will be anxious as well when you hear the news that I am in labor. I know that you care very much about us. It's just too much to hear people tell us what we should do the next time, what hospital to go to or why we should go there. That is all I really mean when I say that it is too much to take on other's anxiety. Of course we are going to make the right choice for us, the safest choice. I know you love us very much. I do not mean to sound like I am ungrateful, because I am not. It is your love and support that helped us so much in the weeks after Birdie died.
I think that is what I would like to be called by when I eventually become mama to a living child, to Birdie's brother or sister...Aaamaa! I love the way that this word sounds. It's Nepali for "Mother". Or maybe Aamaa Mama!
I am not going to be blogging very much about this subject (about subsequent pregnancy, NO I am not pregnant!) because we want to be private about it.
To my fellow bloggers, how did you handle your decisions with subsequent deliveries? Family pressure to do this or that etc.
edited to add: while I know very well that there are many who will be extremely concerned for me when I am pregnant again, I respect that concern. I respect that you will be anxious as well when you hear the news that I am in labor. I know that you care very much about us. It's just too much to hear people tell us what we should do the next time, what hospital to go to or why we should go there. That is all I really mean when I say that it is too much to take on other's anxiety. Of course we are going to make the right choice for us, the safest choice. I know you love us very much. I do not mean to sound like I am ungrateful, because I am not. It is your love and support that helped us so much in the weeks after Birdie died.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Our Children In Our Hearts Forever
On thursday night I got together with Charlotte's Mama and Papa, and Charlotte's siblings Liam and Aiofe (Matt had class so he was unable to join us). We all went to our local Angel Statue for the December 6th candle lighting for our children. We were the only people who came for the candle lighting. So it was a close, intimate time for us to remember baby Charlotte and baby Birdie. Next year we will put the word out about the candle lighting, and hopefully more people will come.
Tonight, there is a worldwide candle lighting. The 11th annual worldwide candle lighting."Communities across the globe will be joining in The Compassionate Friends 11th Annual Worldwide Candle Lighting on December 9, 2007".
On thursday night I got together with Charlotte's Mama and Papa, and Charlotte's siblings Liam and Aiofe (Matt had class so he was unable to join us). We all went to our local Angel Statue for the December 6th candle lighting for our children. We were the only people who came for the candle lighting. So it was a close, intimate time for us to remember baby Charlotte and baby Birdie. Next year we will put the word out about the candle lighting, and hopefully more people will come.
Tonight, there is a worldwide candle lighting. The 11th annual worldwide candle lighting."Communities across the globe will be joining in The Compassionate Friends 11th Annual Worldwide Candle Lighting on December 9, 2007".
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
rubybird phoenix
Matt has been making some pretty interesting musical compositions.
Take a listen.
http://www.myspace.com/rubybirdphoenix
Matt has been making some pretty interesting musical compositions.
Take a listen.
http://www.myspace.com/rubybirdphoenix
Monday, December 03, 2007
9 Months
Here we are, the 2 of us. We sit here 9 months since our sweet little Birdie died. 9 months since I gave birth to a bird who few out of me. I feel great sadness today, this great loss has impacted the both of us in so many ways, ways in which we are conscious of, and other ways that we are not. The pain is great today, I feel it more than I have in a while. I am not sure why, maybe because it has been a full 9 months....the length of time I was so very fortunate enough to carry her.
The last 2 years of our life together have been sequences of 9 months. We unexpectedly became pregnant with Birdie 9 months after we were married. Then, I carried her for those long (I was not in a hurry to not be pregnant anymore), lovely and sacred 9 months. Now here we are at yet another 9 month passage of weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds.
I can only hope for us to be blessed again.
So, I am reserving this day for myself. I am reserving today to be a quiet, peaceful reflective one. It feels right to take today to soak up the sadness of the last 9 months (not that we don't already do this every day). I will look through the album of Birdie's photos, I will read through the hospital paperwork and the midwives report and I will cry...and cry a lot. That is ok, because that is just what I need to do.
Today is Birdie's day.
If you read this and think of her on this day, whisper her name...give her a little hello. I hope that she can bring some light to you if you are feeling the darkness surrounding you. She brings me light, she brings me light and love that I never knew could exist. All consuming, enormous love.
Yes, our curtain of grief is lifted, and there is a lot of light coming in. There is however, still a bit that won't ever fully lift. As I have said before, that is ok. That little bit need not lift but serve as a reminder. The curtain's edge is where we shall remain with our great abounding grief and sorrow. We can never pass through that curtain, for on the other side is innocence.
And innocent we are not, innocent we cannot become again.
To our sweet little Birdie, it breaks my heart so deeply to think about who you would be right now, in this moment, right here. I often imagine how it would be to look into your eyes, to meet your stare. I am sure that it would have been as intense to look into your eyes as it is to look into your Papa's. Those great oceans of blue that glimmer in any kind of light, I am sure that your eyes would have reflected in that same gorgeous way. To be able to see my reflection in your eyes, and yours in mine...oh how that fantasy just aches within me.
In these last 9 months you have had a great impact on so many. We speak of you all the time. Your beauty and peacefulness has been shared with all whom will listen, and we weave our love for you, and our sorrow into our creativity so that we can continue to share you with others.
Birdie, I am still your Mama, and always will be. Papa is still your Papa, and always will be. We are still a family, and always will be. Birdie we love you so very much, and I am sorry you had to go...we know your little baby spirit is always with us.
Dearest Birdie I hope to one day be able to look into the eyes of your brother or sister and see you there. I hope to see your spirit within theirs, to find us all in a kind of way brought back together. To see and experience what it would have been like to meet your stare and see myself reflected in your gentle baby blue eyes.
We love you Birdie, more and more as time passes. You burrow deeper and deeper with our hearts and our souls.
Love, Mama & Papa
Here we are, the 2 of us. We sit here 9 months since our sweet little Birdie died. 9 months since I gave birth to a bird who few out of me. I feel great sadness today, this great loss has impacted the both of us in so many ways, ways in which we are conscious of, and other ways that we are not. The pain is great today, I feel it more than I have in a while. I am not sure why, maybe because it has been a full 9 months....the length of time I was so very fortunate enough to carry her.
The last 2 years of our life together have been sequences of 9 months. We unexpectedly became pregnant with Birdie 9 months after we were married. Then, I carried her for those long (I was not in a hurry to not be pregnant anymore), lovely and sacred 9 months. Now here we are at yet another 9 month passage of weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds.
I can only hope for us to be blessed again.
So, I am reserving this day for myself. I am reserving today to be a quiet, peaceful reflective one. It feels right to take today to soak up the sadness of the last 9 months (not that we don't already do this every day). I will look through the album of Birdie's photos, I will read through the hospital paperwork and the midwives report and I will cry...and cry a lot. That is ok, because that is just what I need to do.
Today is Birdie's day.
If you read this and think of her on this day, whisper her name...give her a little hello. I hope that she can bring some light to you if you are feeling the darkness surrounding you. She brings me light, she brings me light and love that I never knew could exist. All consuming, enormous love.
Yes, our curtain of grief is lifted, and there is a lot of light coming in. There is however, still a bit that won't ever fully lift. As I have said before, that is ok. That little bit need not lift but serve as a reminder. The curtain's edge is where we shall remain with our great abounding grief and sorrow. We can never pass through that curtain, for on the other side is innocence.
And innocent we are not, innocent we cannot become again.
To our sweet little Birdie, it breaks my heart so deeply to think about who you would be right now, in this moment, right here. I often imagine how it would be to look into your eyes, to meet your stare. I am sure that it would have been as intense to look into your eyes as it is to look into your Papa's. Those great oceans of blue that glimmer in any kind of light, I am sure that your eyes would have reflected in that same gorgeous way. To be able to see my reflection in your eyes, and yours in mine...oh how that fantasy just aches within me.
In these last 9 months you have had a great impact on so many. We speak of you all the time. Your beauty and peacefulness has been shared with all whom will listen, and we weave our love for you, and our sorrow into our creativity so that we can continue to share you with others.
Birdie, I am still your Mama, and always will be. Papa is still your Papa, and always will be. We are still a family, and always will be. Birdie we love you so very much, and I am sorry you had to go...we know your little baby spirit is always with us.
Dearest Birdie I hope to one day be able to look into the eyes of your brother or sister and see you there. I hope to see your spirit within theirs, to find us all in a kind of way brought back together. To see and experience what it would have been like to meet your stare and see myself reflected in your gentle baby blue eyes.
We love you Birdie, more and more as time passes. You burrow deeper and deeper with our hearts and our souls.
Love, Mama & Papa
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Tonight We Had A "Macy" Dance Party
So today we got out of the house for a bit, and I did something that I very rarely do. I bought some CD's. Its been so long since I bought any music. I have been kind obsessed with listening to Air America while I work. So, music has not been playing in the house much. Not while I am here anyways. The point here is, I bought Madonna's most "Confessions On The Dance Floor" album. We played it when we got home and WHOA! I don't know if any of you are fans of electronic music, you might not know that we are. I fucking love this cd, its so good. Its most definitely a mood lifter, and a booty shaker! I highly recommend this for any music collection. You never know when you might want to shake your ass to some electronified dance floor music!
So sometimes when we listen to hip hop, or electronic music we have what we call a "Macy" dance party...we literally dance with Macy! Its really pretty funny and lifts our spirits. So, with the Madonna bumpin' on the boombox tonight we had a Macy dance party.
Here is a little sneak peek! If you look closely you will see that Birdie made her way into some of the photos.
I hope that this makes you smile, and maybe laugh.
So today we got out of the house for a bit, and I did something that I very rarely do. I bought some CD's. Its been so long since I bought any music. I have been kind obsessed with listening to Air America while I work. So, music has not been playing in the house much. Not while I am here anyways. The point here is, I bought Madonna's most "Confessions On The Dance Floor" album. We played it when we got home and WHOA! I don't know if any of you are fans of electronic music, you might not know that we are. I fucking love this cd, its so good. Its most definitely a mood lifter, and a booty shaker! I highly recommend this for any music collection. You never know when you might want to shake your ass to some electronified dance floor music!
So sometimes when we listen to hip hop, or electronic music we have what we call a "Macy" dance party...we literally dance with Macy! Its really pretty funny and lifts our spirits. So, with the Madonna bumpin' on the boombox tonight we had a Macy dance party.
Here is a little sneak peek! If you look closely you will see that Birdie made her way into some of the photos.
I hope that this makes you smile, and maybe laugh.
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