"JOY .... AND PAIN." "SUNSHINE ... AND RAIN."Oh ye wise sages Rob Base and D.J. EZ Rock, you knew what you were talking about.
The JOY since I last blogged? The birth of my second little baby girl, Quinn. She's delicious and healthy and happy and an absolute miracle.
The PAIN since I last blogged? The fact that Taylor Hicks (a.k.a. the next national spokesperson for Tourette's Syndrome whether or not he's a confirmed sufferer) is all over the television, and all my honey gets is a lame-ass offer from Fuel. It's been weeks, people, and I'm still not over the Dissing of Daughtry. Suffice it to say, I won't be buying a "Soul Patrol" shirt on eBay like the rest of you. I puke at the notion.
I just had a baby for Christ's sake. I'm not sleeping. I'm covered in spit up, boogies and Goldfish crackers for 17 hours a day. I have a job at a very fun PR firm to get back to. I have friends that I'm way behind on connecting with. And all I can do (besides feeding my newborn and preventing the stealth attack tactics of her 18-month-old sister) is think about Daughtry (and McDreamy, Jim Halpert finally kissing Pam Beasley, and what prescription pills David Chase was on between 2003 and 2006, but hey, they're different shows).
Fuel? Chris, in the words of master poets Hall & Oates, say it isn't so. That's all your sexiness commands? When you start with Fuel, isn't Warrant or Hootie or RATT the next to come knockin'? Just because you also got beat by Elliott "Snaggletooth" Yamin doesn't mean you have to trade in your self-esteem, dude!
Honey, you got me through pregnancy. Call it too much information, hormones or a deadly cocktail of the two, but every time you got on stage ... I wanted you to IMMEDIATELY remove your shirt and, oddly enough, your shoes. Visions of you in those jeans and the belt buckle danced in my head.
You also have the "Mel Gibson effect," i.e. the fact that you're married with children is H-O-T.
May you avoid ANYTHING that resembles the career or style of Bo Bice. I can't wait until we meet again, my sweet. This time, I won't be pregnant. (Unless, of course, my plan with Vince Vaughn gets going).
