Lisa and I watched a little of Live 8 on my little tv with the useless rabbit ears. We saw Green Day perform in Berlin! Jimmy Joe Armstrong sang, “We are the Champions” by Queen as the Germans in the audience swayed back and forth looking so very solemn. Watching this beautful scene I got THE message, the message Bobby Geldoff wants to send: “Don’t sing Freddie Mercury songs.” Lisa told me I am wrong; the point is actually to pressure the governments of the world by singing songs….badly. If that is the message, it came in loud and clear!
Is it weird that during the televised portions that took place in Berlin, I scanned the crowd for familiar faces of old gastbrueders and gastschwesters? I have no doubt that if in Germany, any of them were watching the Philadelphia stage, not one was thinking of me.
This afternoon, Lisa and I are going to my parent’s for an evening barbeque. My mom is making kabobs and corn and other dietary masterpieces. I can hardly wait!
Yesterday afternoon, I faced my fears and went swimming. Fears? What fears? Well, I get slightly panicked over new situations. I had never been to this pool and I didn’t know if I had to sign in or just enter– plus I would be wearing my little bathing suit and I didn’t know if people would stare at me (or at my thighs). At any rate, I decided to JUST DO IT! So I put on my sarong, grabbed my towel and walked to the pool. It was pretty obvious I needed to sign in, so I did. No one looked at me, or at least I don’t think anyone did because I immediately removed my glasses so I was wrapped in a big fuzzy blur. I swam for about 45 minutes. The water was refreshingly cool and I felt so free floating with the sun in my (liberally sun-screened) face. Now that it’s under my belt, it’s no big deal and I can go anytime I want. The one thing I seem to learn over and over again is that it is not worth getting upset over ANYTHING. Time passes. Quickly. People are only interested in themselves. Next thing you know, it’s the next day and you’re standing in the shower and the once “horrible” situation is down the drain.
I too am afraid of public pool……this is heightened after 2 babies, and being 34.
However I am standing, applauding, and telling you, glad you went!!
Hoooo=RAH
i know what you mean…i went to the beach for the first time this summer and a bunch of fourteen year old girls kept making vomiting sounds as they gazed over at my white, bloated body. i quickly turned a dark shade of pink thanks to the glorious sun…i endured another ten minutes of gagging sounds and shouts of “have you ever heard of a little invention called Sit-ups?” and “whens your baby due?” then i grabbed my stuff and went home…glad you had a good time though…
Um, if you thought Billie Joe Armstrong was bad singing that old Queen tune, you should’ve heard Brian Wilson try to sing “Good Vibrations” (also at Berlin). Quite sad. But I liked the sentiment of Green Day singing “We Are the Champions,” even if their singing was a bit off-pitch.
AC