Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Selective Memory and Sleep

I wish I could sleep this hard. This was Miah last night after a LONG day and no nap so he was OUT. I love how his legs are sprawled out and open with the covers off. I love how his cheeks are red because he's in such a DEEP sleep. My nights have not been the greatest to say the least. I get up to pee only 12 times a night and right now my nose has been running like a marathon so I have to keep grabbing some tissues and stuffing them up my nose to dam the drippage. I'd love to be able to lay my head on the pillow and be completely and totally out for the entire night and then wake refreshed and alive. I know it won't be for another...oh...20 years that I'll be able to do that but a girl can dream right? (not if she's isn't sleeping)

Lately, my pregnancy has turned my brain into mush...I'm serious, it's about as useful as having applesauce up there. I can't remember ANYTHING. Well wait, I take that back. I have a "selective" memory at the time. Let me give you some examples:
Did I remember that I had a Chiro appointment on Monday? No
Did I even remember Monday WAS Monday? No
Did I remember to go and get my blood taken for the Downs test? No
Did I remember where I put my doctors orders so I could go do that a week late? No
Did I remember that I had a Chiro appointment today? No
Did I get a babysitter for the appointment that I didn't remember? Of course not, how could I of gotten one if I didn't remember?
Did I remember that I stuffed 3 contracts WITH their deposits totalling $195 in my US Weekly magazine with Trista Sutter on the cover? No
BUT, the things I do remember have surprised me by far...
I'm in the car today listening to the radio and on pops a classic.
ICE ICE BABY by none other than Vanilla Ice!
I think to change the station for a moment, but for spits and giggles I decide to let it play out.
I begin to mouth along. I get into it. I know all the words, every darn one. Kora starts staring at me. I feel like I have an audience so I sing out loud, really loud, REALLY REALLY loud. I grab my drink and use it as a microphone. I'm rockin out man. Here's my favorite part:
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
I'm good, really good. I start to have a flashback while singing. I'm 11 years old and it's 1990. My friend Natalie and I are getting ready upstairs. I have on my big black and baggy Z. Cavaricci's and my long sleeved Z. Cavaricci shirt. My shoes are hot, they're black suede loafers. We fix our hair in the mirror together. Our bangs are huge, they're perfect! My mom drops us off in the front of our favorite hanging place - Friday Night Live, and we use out hot pink passes with our pictures on them to get in. We go immediately to the dance floor to check out who is there. They start playing Vanilla Ice. It's time to dance, we rock out. We spend the whole night dancing
How is it that I can't remember things from last week but I can remember things from 18 years ago to a "T"??
I'll tell you one thing, I will NOT forget that the Rockwall Chipotle is giving away free food tonight from 6-8 for their grand opening! I'll see you there, wear your Z. Cavaricci's!
This one's for you Vanilla Ice! Sing along, you know you wanna!
Yo VIP let's kick it
Ice ice baby (x2)
All right stop collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop yo I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance go rush to the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it you better gain weight
You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
CHORUS Ice ice baby vanillla (x4)
Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in and the vegas are pumpin'
Quick to the point to the point no faking
I'm cooking MC's like a pound of bacon
Burning them if you ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi-hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
Rollin' in my 5.0
With my rag-top down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby waving just to say hi
Did you stop no I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block
The block was dead
Yo so I continued to A1A Beachfront Avenue
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with a guage and Vanilla with a nine
Reading for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill because they're so full of eight balls
Gunshots rang out like a bell
I grabbed my nine all I heard were shells
Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car slammed on the gas
Bumpet to bumper the avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene you know what I mean
They passed me up confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Take heed 'cause I'm a lyrical poet
Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My town that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
'Cause my style's like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade slice like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast other DJs say damn
If my rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it's time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice ice baby vanilla Ice ice baby (oh-oh) vanilla Ice ice baby vanilla Ice ice baby vanilla ice Yo man let's get out of here Word to your mother Ice ice baby too cold Ice ice baby too cold too cold (x2) Ice ice baby


- Golden said...

i say i have "mommy brain" which in turn means "selective memory". i don't think it is just a pregnancy thing. love the post!

- Golden said...

matthew g is molly!

Amanda said...

YOu are too FUNNY!
Abd I know EXACTLY what you mean about a good night's sleep!

Lindsay said...

WOW. i knew barely ANY of those words... but then again.. i was 6. How would i... the only line i remembered then was girls wearing less than bikinis and i felt dirty then. HA.

Lindsay said...

ps.. good read... good read indeed.

Vagabond Mother said...

Lindsay, you don't know all the words because it isn't a song on Rock Band. Be honest.

As for knowing all the words, creepy and enviable indeed.

Unknown said...

Looks like you slayed your writer's block. Very nice post indeed. Oh, and cute one of M.

Jessica the Jacked LDS said...

To tell you all the truth, I've never actually listened to what the words are SAYING. They just flow outta my mouth like a poem. I don't wanna think too hard about what the song is about, it'll ruin things for me. I like it the way it is...just word vomit.

Families Supporting Adoption West Valley Chapter said...

i think, if pressed, i could also spew out every word of this song. so sad ...but back in the day that meant you were popular! (at least that is what my memory is telling me.)

Lindsey from The R House said...

opps. that last comment was me.

Anonymous said...

that is so funny....remember the time we wore our matching overalls up there with one side down and the big giant light fell on my head and i was bleeding everywhere....