sad realization

This morning I faced reality. I have now come to terms with the very pitiful fact that my identity as a mom has affected me in a new, completely unexpected way.

I have been aware for quite a while that I am not listening to much "current" music. I just don't care for much of it. I can only think of one current "popular" artist's name to give my official "bleh" opinion - Fergie. I actually like some of Natasha Bedingfield's songs, but I have to be honest and admit that it's only because the one song I'm thinking of is on a hair product commercial.

My taste in music falls in the Southern Rock genre, with a big slice of Contemporary Christian/Christian Rock.

The radio stations in my area are of no help either.

There are 2 Christian stations. One is part of the Moody Bible Institute network, which I enjoy but easily tire of all the talk-talk-talking they do. The other is part of the Immanuel Broadcasting network. While it plays more music, my reception is not great.

There are a few country stations - bleh. One "current hits" station, which further confirms my dislike of current music styles.

If there was a station that played constant Third Day, Jennifer Knapp, Eagles, Journey, Bon Jovi, John Mellencamp, Steven Curtis Chapman, Casting Crowns - its frequency would be permanently burned into my radio dial - much like the CRTs of years ago.

What? I can do something like this on my iPod? And my iPhone too? Oh, yeah. I knew that. It's just that I hate to wear ear buds and haven't found just the right docking station yet.

What? I can play it from my puter on my iTunes? Yeah, I know. But if my puter is on, then I want to sit down and work on my relationship with it instead of doing the things that really need my attention - like cleaning and caring for my kiddos.

Back to my sad realization...

In addition to my realization of being "completely and utterly out of touch" with the current music scene, I am painfully aware that I need to just simply stop dancing. I never was what anyone would call a good dancer. I never took a dance lesson. My dad is a Baptist preacher - and he didn't approve of dancing. My mom had to hide the fact that we went to the school dances from him.

Sad, I know. True, though.

So, having never had any dance Technique or Lessons in my past, I had to rely on my merely adequate rhythm and sense of music.

Even that fails me now.

You see. I was dancing to Sesame Street's theme.

I can't think of anything else to say that would finish this post any more perfectly.....

Lucky is astounded and frightened by his mother's dancing ability.