Fire

Man, do I love Glee! Thanks to that show, I was reminded of this Springsteen song that is only available on his Live 1975-85 album (to my knowledge), unless you want the Pointer Sisters single. A cousin of mine posted this youtube video of The Boss on her Facebook and now, in addition to having this song in my head, I kind of can't stop thinking about how hot Bruce Springsteen was back in the day!

I'm driving in my car, I turn on the radio

I'm pulling you close, you just say no

You say you don't like it, but girl I know you're a liar

'Cause when we kiss, fire.

Late at night I'm takin you home

I say I wanna stay, you say you wanna be alone

You say you don't love me, girl you can't hide your desire

'Cause when we kiss, fire

You had a hold on me, right from the start

A grip so tight I couldn't tear it apart

My nerves all jumpin, Actin' like a fool

Well your kisses they burn, but your heart stays cool

Romeo & Juliet, Samson & Delilah

Baby you can bet their love they didn't deny

Your words say split but your words lie

'Cause when we kiss, fire

To procreate or not to procreate. That is the question (that I need to hurry up and answer).

I'm beginning to wonder if the longer I wait to have a kid, the less likely it is going to happen. Obviously as I am getting older, I have to wonder whether I even have the ability to reproduce; but since I've been actively avoiding it for all of these years, I don't know if that's going to be an issue. Uterine function aside, having kids just seem to make less sense with every passing ovum.

While I still haven't decided what I want to be when I grow up, I never doubted that I would be a mom - someday. I love kids and *adore* babies. I've been babysitting since I was eleven years old. (Can you imagine anyone leaving a baby with an eleven year old these days?!) Now that I am 32 and have been married for four years, I'm wondering if someday is ever going to come. Plenty of people have said to me, "if you wait for the right moment, you're never going to have kids." Maybe some people hear that advice and hop in the sack for some baby-making, but when I hear that, I heed the warning.

Missing Molly

One year ago today, I woke up on a Monday morning and decided to call out of work. It was the day after Easter and I had a migraine - probably a combination of the stormy weather and the Easter candy.

Matt left for work, leaving me home alone with our 2 1/2 year old Golden Retriever, Molly. I let her outside, fed her, and then we went back to bed for a little bit. We were playing tug of war with her new toy from the Easter bunny. I asked her if she liked her new baby. Reminded of her favorite toy, Molly hopped off of the bed and ran into the living room. Seconds later, she bounced back into bed with her baby, a yellow moon toy. This was a stuffed toy that my dad won for me at a fair or amusement park when I was about six. I gave it to Molly because unlike most of my other stuffed animals, it did not have buttons or beads for eyes. The crescent moon fit perfectly in her mouth and she carried it around with her everywhere; often using it for a pillow. I loved that something that I treasured as a kid became a treasured toy for my dog. Maybe that's silly, but I thought it was sweet.

Rhett Miller @ Rams Head On Stage

It is 12:55 in the morning but this post cannot wait. I am pretty intoxicated from a combination of gin and tonics and meeting Rhett Miller of the Old 97's, and I want to get this on the blog before a night of sleep dulls the excitement felt immediately after a great show. I went to the show with my cousin-in-law, Dave. Rhett played an acoustic, solo set at Ram's Head On Stage in Annapolis, which is a fantastic venue for an intimate show - even if you have to sit down at your table. As one fan screamed out, you can't really rock out when seated. At the risk of sounding old, I kind of liked that everyone was sitting down and not interfering with my exceptional view of Rhett on stage. I'm short, dammit, and I can't always get the front row.

I was happy to hear a set list that could have been titled, "everything Stephanie wants to hear"; from Designs On You, Murder Or A Heart Attack, No Baby I, Come Around, Fireflies, Hover,... I'm sure I'm forgetting some favorites in my drunken stupor.

The standout song, of course, was Question. When my friend Susan introduced me to the band, she told me about Rhett singing the song in French and how every girl in the venue melted into a pool of nothingness. I am happy to say that I had the pleasure of hearing this first hand. He's played the song with the 97's at the other shows that I've been to, but when he started that last verse en francais tonight, (I want to write a brilliant but dirty thing right here but instead, I will say), c'est magnifique.
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