Music and Bees and Lip Gloss of Course

The other morning on the drive to work, I found myself listening to the new Mariah Carey song.  At least I think it's new; there's a strong possibility it's not and I'm just late to the party.  At any rate, listen I did.  It was kind of catchy and it brought me back to the years of standing next to my mom's stack-able Sony stereo in our living room with the brown carpet in the old farm house.  My mom was always and still is on the cutting edge of technology.  For real.  She had that Sony CD player piece in her stack stereo with a tall speaker on each side before they were mainstream.  And she had a Mariah Carey CD.  Along with Dwight Yoakam and Tiffany too.  

If I ever wonder where I get my quirky mix of likes, I shouldn't.  However, I should probably wonder why to this day I cannot hook up any piece of technology.  

That same morning I didn't turn the dial on Mariah Carey, I also ran to Taylor Swift's RED album on shuffle.  Don't judge.  

I thought of Taylor as I finished up with Mariah and it made me feel like what was necessary next was Jim Croce's "I Got a Name" followed by Elton John's "Levon" from my music phone files.  

All this is leading me to say that on that very same day, I arrived home from work to find Punky at my house with Billy.  He was babysitting and I joined in that party real quick. 

I think she was in better care before I took over with sidewalk chalk because it wasn't long after being outside, Punky was stung by her very first bee.  Right on the chinny chin chin.  

I played the here sit on the freezer in the garage and look up at the ceiling to count the butterflies while sticking your tongue out sporadically so your aunt knows you aren't having an allergic reaction to a bee under her care game while holding an ice cube in a dish towel on the sting.  

Then after sufficient wait time and wiping of tears and no swelling of any kind, I pulled out the lip gloss.  That makes everything better.  Every single time. 

Punky totally agrees and would much rather take things into her own hands thank you very much.   

Let me say this.  An after work date with a piggy-tailed little nugget is like the best thing ever.  Chalking up rocks and dancing in the grass beats the bananas out of doing responsible things like laundry.

And guess who was playing as our jam?  None other than Taylor Swift of course.