While I was away in September, Adam started listening to iTunes radio, when I first got back I sort of scoffed, I’m not a big radio person. But when I started to like song after song after song that was coming out of the computer I asked with a curt voice, “what is this? what playlist is this, is this your Blip“? “no it is iTunes radio” he says. Right. I’m getting old I have trouble letting in new things, I don’t have any idea what the hip kids are listening to, give me my John Denver and take me home down a country road and I’m good.

Just because I have a hard time letting in new things doesn’t mean I don’t listen to good music (I can hear C.J. cringing across the pond). I used to claim I liked a little bit of everything but when C.J, Adam and I discussed the topic of people who say the will listen to anything I discovered I do not in fact like a little bit of everything. Quite the contrary.

50s and 60s Adam and I are pretty much on the same page music wise. 70s we veer off at Barry Manilow. Let’s just say it’s a testament to our marriage that we have no internet on our phones, one t.v., no working MP3 player and one computer, OH and let us not forget I’m an only child and I don’t share good. The t.v. and the laptop are generally in the same room, the only room other than the bedroom.

We had a 50s 60s and 70s station on one day, if we are working on monkeys or cleaning these are the easiest for us to agree on before we come into a situation where our love of music has to be enough to get us through each others playlists and keep an open mind to maybe even liking some new songs. No doubt I end up liking more stuff Adam listens to than he does me BUT I did introduce him to Tool and John Denver, so top that.

Rarely do lyrics the first time you hear a song stop you dead in your tracks. But this deep, sensuous, dirty, am I hearing these words right 70s soul started to embed itself into my cranium and when I looked at Adam I could tell instantly he was having the exact same what the fuck am I hearing reaction.

Ill be the other woman
All your life
Just as long as I am the only one
Other than your wife
Your wife how would she feel
If she caught us together
The same way I would feel
if I caught you with another
Home I know comes first
And second to that Ill be
When youre not there with her
I want you right here with me

Ill be the other woman
Just as long as I know
Im the only other woman
You make love to
Ill be the other woman
But Ive got to know
Im the only other woman
You make love to

The neighbors are whispering
Saying that you dont care
If you cheat on your wife for me
Youll cheat on me for someone else
Ill be your part time love
But thats as far as Ill go
To be your part time fool
Would be stooping a little too low
Loving a married man
This I really dont mind
But a married Casanova
Is a little out of my line

Ill be the other woman
Just as long as I know
Im the only other woman
You make love to
Ill be the other woman
long as I know
Im the only other woman
Ill open doors for you baby
long as I know
Im the only other woman
you make love to
Ill be your part time love
Ive got to know
Im the only other woman
you make love to
Oh yes I will
Yes I will

Here is a YouTube video so you can get a feel for how catchy soulful and awesome it is, but it doesn’t make it any less disturbing.

Now we are both addicted and can not stop listening to this song by The Soul Children and laughing. We aren’t assholes, I’ve even been the other woman but nobody was married so It wasn’t a home wrecker type situation it was a we lived in different provinces, we were both in our twenties and if he wanted to fly out to see me and tell his girlfriend he was going to see his grandmother and other choice lies then let him situation. At that age, I didn’t see the big deal, plus he made me feel like I was the main woman. But when it comes to marriage this song just kills me. When the relationship with his girlfriend ended, she still does not know about me and writing this she still won’t trust me or I would not be writing this, we tried to commit but because I ended up looking at him as more of a fall back guy, while I dated as well, I couldn’t trust him to be faithful to me after we had both been unfaithful from the very beginning. It was an extremely interesting three plus years but when it ended it ended badly. I never want to feel jealousy like that again in my life. In fact I’d have to say that is one of the things I learned the most about myself is how destructive jealousy can be.

This reminds me, I’m one of the lucky ones, if this were the 70s I may have gotten into some real trouble but the only other female I have to be jealous of in Adam’s life is Gus and that bitch better watch it too.

Normally for a cat Gus is fairly well behaved and feigns listening skillz and she knows how to suck up really well when she has been bad.  Sometimes because she is fifteen I will hold eyes with her and rant that she knows that I know that SHE KNOWS she is being bad so WHY are you being bad? She hits me with her tail normally or puts her butt in my face to acknowledge that she knows that I can‘t do anything about it.  And the funny thing is people just regular people like friends are afraid of her because she’s a straight up bitch and likes almost no one she hisses and bites she doesn’t like being touched past her shoulders, particular to the max like she has taken lessons from some stupid outfit wearing dog on how to be a bigger diva than mommy.

I know where she got the hissing from, the biting, not so much, if she hasn’t stopped attacking you if you get up in her face on say your third meeting with her she hates you, she is a much better judge of character than I am and once she starts only hissing and snapping at you occasionally, you’re in.

One day Adam caught her trying to relax, sleep, take a bath on the router, we’ve had said router for a while now and this was her first attempt at abusing the warmth it exudes. Like, why now it is hot in here, why not in the winter?

Naturally, we got Dr. Vegas on the job right then and there and appointed him a Router Guard.  Of course we don’t want anything on top of it but a black masked sock puppet is lighter and doesn’t envelop the thing. I know that busting out the camera and taking photos of her being bad is hardly going to lead to the correction needed to her behavior but it also isn’t often I  catch her and she ignores my patented scary face, finger snap twist hand back yells get down routine.

These incriminating shots were taken on two different occasions BOTH after we got a router guard who was either pushed off the router or bribed off with bananas, knowing Gus she just pushed poor Dr. Vegas off the router.

Around Christmas time I needed some red tights and I went to American Apparel and I had an issue, I came home I mentioned it on the good ol’ Twitter machine and BAM. Emails. I felt so important. They were on it pretty fast.  Problem with the internet is that sometimes things happen too fast and I ended up with two people trying to help me and two different but very tantalizing offers to handle the issues with apologies included of course.  I could have been an asshole and collected off both offers, too bad I’m an honest little member of society and I brought both offers to the attention of the person I deemed by the emails was the higher up of the two and attempted to negotiate.  So I would just like it clear that I did not just nab a free bodysuit, don’t go off yelling foul service GIVE ME A FREE BODY SUIT NOW or anything I used my own math skills and discovered that even though there had a been an error made in two people contacting me being honest about it was cheaper for them because I was all well instead of taking this and this and then taking this percent off of whatever how about I just go with this here bodysuit.

What happened next is what happens to every person who gets a bodysuit; you end up listening to Olivia Newton John and dancing around your apartment to Physical. Oh right I am pretty out of my mind right now and going through a seriously serious family crisis, it’s just me.  So I ended up taking some photos, Adam liked said photos, that was Friday.

Yesterday I ended up playing my Blip.fm list which now contains Physical and decided to do a play by play of how I ended up in the bodysuit the day before. But by this time Adam had put the Physical video on YouTube and I was reminded that there are headbands worn in the original so I made sure to include them in mine as well.

So OMG I was just at Blockbuster because no I don’t get Netflix off my Xbox we only have a silver membership and shit and I was renting my regular new release I’m obsessed have to be there on release day BS and I was about to leave with my picks and then I saw it on the table I dove like a dove to grab it, caressed it, inspected it, read it, called my husband and said,”Hi baby wanna buy me a present that costs $24.99?” *insert seriously silly giggle*

He said yes and I didn’t tell him what it was he said it was ok to keep it a secret until he gets home and it is THIS:

THE NOTEBOOK LIMITED EDITION BOXSET WITH TWO BOOKMARKS YAY!
*plus other really cool silly giggle I love The Notebook stuff*

Adam’s favourite part is when Jimmy Garner cries.

AND it is true, behind every great love is a great story.