Eye of the Tiger


I heard this song yesterday in the car on the way to Tarzhay. That’s Target for all of you folks who are unfamiliar with its much more fun, hoity-toity nickname.  The Man, the little monkey and I were running errands before we went to go see the latest version of Cinderella at our local Arclight Cinemas. It wasn’t a very long ride, but we still turned the radio on at the little monkey’s request. Usually, I flip through the channels for something we can all listen to, and if it’s something she’s never heard before (like all the time when I turn on the “oldies” station) she will always ask me, “Mommy, do you like this song?” She’s usually fishing for me to say, “No,” so that I’ll change the station to something more to her liking. Sneaky little bugger.

I’ll often reply with a shoulder shimmy, or in this case, more like a shoulder jerk, right on the beat of the music. Then I ask her, “What do you think?”

I’ve explained to her that if Mommy is singing it, and she doesn’t change the station, that means she likes it.  She asks anyway. Repeatedly. Gotta love her, and I do.

As I listened, I started thinking about challenges, rising up, particularly blogging ones, and specifically the A-Z Challenge which starts up on April 1. If I had my shite together, I was supposed to do a theme reveal this last week, but of course I don’t have it together.  If you’re unfamiliar, this is a challenge to post every day in the month of April, save Sundays. I’ve done challenges before, but they occurred at a time in my life where my evenings were a bit more free.  I’m looking forward to seeing what I come up with….

I hope you are too. If nothing else, you can watch a woman fly by the seat of her pants. 🙂

Here’s your Sunday earwig – doo doo doo DO:

By Joy

I'm 42, a remarried mom of an 8 year old girl and a toddler son, a teacher, and a writer. People tell me I tend to be brutally honest and ...tell it like it is, so I had hoped to use this outlet to keep me sane while I got used to my new life as a stay-at-home Mom back when I was home with my daughter....it worked. And it's been therapeutic through the end of a marriage and the emergence of me...


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