It's a strange title for a post, I know. The fact of the matter is that I haven't blogged in quite some time and so the outcome of that is that I'm going to smash three random thoughts together in quick fashion because it's late, I'm tired and my dishwasher is running. That last fact is true, but really has nothing to do with anything at all. Just thought I'd add that explanation in case anyone might get stuck wondering about the significance of my dishwasher and miss the rest of my brilliant blog. Do read on.
Two days ago I set out to write the list that I've been meaning to make for a while now. It's always been just because I wanted to, but recently it became necessity. I'm singing in a wedding in late March. The day before Easter and 3 days after my 30th birthday, in fact. I don't really know these people, but I said yes anyway. Well, they needed some suggestions for wedding songs, so I thought it's high time to make that list of all the songs I've sung at weddings. In the process of doing this, it made even more sense to make the list of the weddings I've sung at. That way I could actually picture and remember what I sang. Want to know what I came up with? I bet you do! I've been the wedding singer 17 going on 18 times! This doesn't count the times I've also been a bridesmaid...and yes, it's more than three times, so there! Now, I surprised even myself because I've never made the list before and once I started I kept remembering more and more...I've felt honored to be asked each time, but gosh, it sure seems like a lot...
I was laying in bed thinking last night about the list and when I came to the number of 17, it gave me pause...I thought to myself, "Hey, that's the same number of cars that I've had!" Yes, I've had 17 cars in my lifetime...crazy, but still true. So really, there's no corelation there, just random at best...I think. I started driving at 16 and I sang in my first wedding at 16, too. Is this some kind of strange coping mechanism??? Okay, I'm just kidding.
So, on to my third thought. Today was Superbowl Sunday. God bless football. Patriots vs. NY Giants. The underdog Giants kicked some undefeated Patriots tail. Pretty impressive. Well, anyone who's been watching tv knows that the media talks about the Patriot's quarterback Tom Brady a lot. But almost more that his football abilities, they stalk him obsessively about his relationship with girlfriend Gisele Bundchen, you know, that model from Victoria's Secret that makes you NOT want to ever buy anything from there because 1) my legs will never be 10 feet long like hers and 2) I'm not really sure I would want 10 foot long legs...(maybe one size bigger bra if I was ordering it up, but that's another topic never to be discussed...yeah.) Well anyway, one of the guys I watched the game with said something about Gisele having this weird birth defect that made her legs grow ridiculously long and so it made her the supermodel she is when Victoria's Secret capitalized on that. So after I got home, I hit my trusty Google to find out if it was true. I didn't find that out, but I did find Gisele's very own official web site. Turns out that at 27, she's the world's 16th richest woman...and then here's why I'm rambling about Gisele. She had sections she wrote about growing up, teen years, ambitions, interests and dreams...You want to know what she put as her one dream? Hmmm...let's guess: Make a few million more bucks? No. Buy out Oprah by the time she hits 30? No. Get a leg reduction? Noooo...Her dream is to have a family of her own and that it would be as good as when she grew up with her 5 sisters and parents in Brazil. So, Ms. beautiful, rich, successful Gisele has one dream and that is to be a wife and mom. Go figure, eh? And so, not that I use Gisele as my moral meter, but it did give me thought that when it all boils down, we're all pretty much the same in those ingrained desires. So, even with 10 foot legs, I hope Tom dumps her or makes an honest man of himself...maybe with a baby she'll even out with 10 foot wide hips...okay, I'm done!
