Friday, 12 April 2013

IT'S RAINING MEN???





Pitter-patter. It's raining outside. Some of the best things have happened to me in the rain. I got my drivers licence in the rain, I've said "I love you" in the rain, I've drank hot chocolate in the rain. The rain washes away the bad and gives the world a chance to be quiet; read a book, cuddle in bed or just relax. I have a soft spot for the Sunshine's moody sibling. And yet, the rain gets this bad rep. People sometimes make a big deal about it and I get a little defensive. I also don't necessarily think the weather is the most interesting topic of conversation. It is what it is, you can't control it. So when some says"Be careful, it's pretty bad out there," "Why is is raining in April? April!", or "It's raining cats and dogs out there!" "I wish it was raining men"

 I say:


"Where is my cornucopia of cats and dogs? I have yet to have this gift bestowed on me by mother nature. What about the song "It's raining men?" That sounds terrifying.  Presumably these full grown men are going to weigh between 150-200lbs and with the force of gravity that means this men will fall with the power of a tiny plane. Should I go outside? Will they fall through my roof? Whose going to clean up their bodies? Where are they falling from? What kind of cruel joke is this? The population of men and women in Canada at the end of 2012 was 16,869,134 men to 17,147,459 Women according to Geo hive. So what will this do to our population? Will women get paid the same amount as men, especially if most of the men who formerly got paid more have now met their tragic death by falling from the sky? That sounds nice in some ways but at what cost? Why did this have to happen? 

What will our world leaders say? Are their going to initiatives to build padding so that these men fall safely? How much will that cost? Will it raise our taxes? Do you get a tax credit if you put one in your backyard?" (Laurel's brain, 2013)

On and on I go. Until no one talks to be about the weather EVER AGAIN.

Yes, you will get wet in the rain.  But you are not about to witness the mass death of the male population today and you aren't going to melt. Your feet are going to get wet and you probably going to catch up on some coronation street. And really what is the harm in that?

Thursday, 4 April 2013

The Sock Love Song!



As I was doing my laundry the other day, I noticed that many of my socks were missing. Few of my cotton feet covers matched and all that was left behind was one lonely sock without a partner. Where did my other socks go? This question filled me with a deep sense of sadness. Perhaps I was being too sensitive? I do find the Ikea commercial, where the helpless lamp is put onto the street corner, far more tragic than it's supposed to be. And sure, the childhood story "Corduroy Bear" makes me want to hold onto my stuffed animals no matter what condition they are in (Corduroy was missing a button and just trying to find a home and a person to love him and....never mind). And when Jesse from Toy Story is given away by the girl who was supposed to love her but who got into NAIL POLISH AND BOYS INSTEAD OF LOVING HER DOLL WHO HAS ALWAYS BEEN THERE. (Breathing heavily). It's just sad, You know? Anyone would be sad. YOU should be sad. If you're not, get off my blog. Oh god, don't leave me in this emotional state.

Anyway I started thinking to myself,  "Laurel, it must be sad for socks to have a match one day and  be separated by a cruel twist of fate the next.  What happens to them? The bastard laundry machine, that's what. Damn you, you front-loading death machine! Why? WHYYYYYYYYYYY?" This went on for a while but then something strange happened. My creative juices started to flow. Flowing, flowing, flowing with creativity. For those of you who don't know this, I'm learning to play the Ukelele. It's pretty much the cutest, most forgiving instrument one can learn. I wrote my sock love song that is kind of a "goodbye" and kind of "I wonder where you are" type song.  Enjoy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VzKmafmRmo4



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