Waiting to be nibbled on (sorry – can’t help it).
*sigh* I should be ashamed of myself. But I’m not.
I am in love with the new BTS Come Back song performed by Jimin. I wish it was just a tad longer but perhaps that is part of the charm – short and sweet. It is such a lovely ballad – light and beautiful, capturing what I feel is the innocence of one’s first experience of first love:
And I know this is totally inappropriate I already mentioned BTS is too young for me to look at THAT way. But I will admit it – Jimin has definitely caught my attention. While all his fanatical fans, however, goes on and on about his abs, that’s not what has me interested.
Lets just say I have this really huge desire to bite that bottom lip of his! Yup! I guess that’s my current kink.
Looking forward to their come back mini-album to see what talent they will be showcasing. And I’m hoping for some sic dance choreo in any of the new music videos!
It’s part of parenting a teen. And no matter how you think you’re being on top of things all pop-culture, as most of my fellow parents are in my generation, it never fails – your teen will get into something which you didn’t see coming.
Lets face it – most of us have seen it all. We’ve been through the different types of fashion fads as they have recycled through time (with modifications of course). We’ve listened to all genre’s of music as well as movies and TV shows.
And until there’s a new form of STD, we’ve learned all about those, too! (And if we haven’t, we should – and we should also get up to speed of the latest drugs on the streets because it is just good practice to be prepared for these types of discussions with our kids).
The thing is, my 13 year old daughter and her friends, are now just CRAZY over k-pop. And I mean crazy-CRAZY! I have no problem with this. I didn’t expect it, to be honest. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I am over-the-top thrilled they have discovered something outside the mainstream of North American pop-culture. I just didn’t know a thing about this subculture which actually, has a huge fan-base – and not just in South Korea but internationally.
I’ve been trying to keep up with her. She comes home and introduces me to new singles. I download them for her iPod. And I watch the YouTube music videos she sends me (well, not all, she sends me a lot!) While I have no idea who’s who in whatever band she is into at any given time, I’ve at least figured out a couple of the boys she crushes after.
As I bond with her, while she teaches me everything she knows about the K-Pop culture, I have to sit back and smile.
I remember what it was like being her age – I remember becoming “boy-crazy” and crushing after popular band members and teen beat heart throbs. The feeling was new and exciting. And innocent. It was, after all, uncomplicated crushes to be shared with girlfriends who had similar crushes.
This is a stage that is both amusing and adorable at the same time. And I have to admit, some of the songs are quite impressive. I’ve been listening to the ones I’ve downloaded for her while at work. And strange as it sounds, her friends are envious that her mom is into the same music and buying the songs/albums from iTunes for her.
Who would have thought this would bump up my popularity among her friends?
Oh… I am going to admit something so very, very taboo.
I hate hockey.
There, I said it. Yes, I, a Canadian, who does a lot of Canadian stuff like camping, hiking and apologizes a lot even if I’m not in the wrong, does NOT like hockey. Which, as a Canadian stereotype, is very un-Canadian-like and is something I would never admit at any sports bar or pub for fear of being chased out, hunted down and stripped of my Canadian citizenship.
This is not something new. Growing up, I actually thought I was just weird. That maybe I’ll grow out of it. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll learn to love it. Years passed by and I still can’t stand the sport.
I think this realization really was brought out when I was down in Phoenix for my first business trip with the new parent company. They took us to a really high-end bowling ally. Until then, I didn’t think “high-end” and “bowling ally” could be used in conjunction with each other. But this place was NICE! Too bad I can’t bowl.
Anyway, they made sure the TVs were on the hockey game. It was the play-offs. Toronto Maple Leafs were not in it – Montreal Canadians were, though. And as most of us were from Toronto, they said, “Hey, you guys must all be happy to see a Canadian team in the playoffs!”
Now, the Americans from my company, are not big into hockey, either. Even though the NHL is pretty huge, from what I gather, in the states. But they have more options in sports than we do – especially when they are much more supportive of their college sports. I wish we were more into our college sports teams. Seriously – they put our school spirit to shame!
Anyway, I did know one thing I was really proud of… what is worse as a Canadian to admit not liking hockey, is no where near as bad if I were to support my rival team. I know that being a Torontorian, if I’m going to cheer for a team, it had better be The Leafs. And NOT the Canadians. Unless I want to be chased, hunted down, stripped of my Canadian citizenship AND skinned alive.
I then admitted to them, the Americans, that I am not really into hockey. I felt, at least, it was safe to say this to them. They really didn’t care, right?
They looked at me dumbfounded. They said, “Well, you’re an anomaly!”
Am I? Am I really an anomaly JUST because I do not like hockey? Honestly, it wasn’t until the Americans pointed this out, that I really felt like I was out of place. I mean all my friends like hockey. ALL of them. My husband’s family, too. Not so much my family but they are excused since they immigrated over to Canada.
There must be other Canadian-born people out there who do not like hockey. Seriously!
Maybe I should form some type of support group or something.
[On the side note, while on a whole I’m not a very big sports fan overall – I mean, I’d rather go to the museum or art gallery than watch most sports – I am an Olympics fan and will watch both men and women’s hockey during the winter games. I also have a list of other sports I would much rather watch over hockey and they are, in the following order: baseball (I’m actually quite dedicated to The Jays), curling (yes, I like curling, okay? and that can be argued as being very Canadian), soccer and basketball. I’ll even watch lacrosse and rugby before hockey. Oh – and this sport called Hurling. Yes, I’ll even watch hurling over hockey!)]
Most Mondays are pretty torturous for me. Monday mornings being the worst part of the day.
As most will agree, it starts Sunday afternoon. By 4pm, I’m starting to do that mental countdown to the inevitable. You see, 4pm marks that time for me… That time where I know there are only a couple of hours before Sunday dinner and having to clean up and prepare everything for the start of our weekly grind… That time where I know the weekend is pretty much coming to an end.
The saving grace for Sunday nights is me looking forward to my AMC shows which includes The Walking Dead, Into the Badlands (currently overlapping with the end of the season for The Walking Dead), and Fear the Walking Dead (which will take place of both first two shows in the summer). I thank AMC for continuing my TV show addictions. Because there’s also Better Call Saul (starting soon) and Preacher (sometimes this summer). All year long violence at its best! High Five!
Of course, these shows also give me weird dreams. Last night I dreamt I was running around with Rick Grimes – we were swinging through the forest top trying to escape these evolved zombies whom were pissed off at us for killing a zombie friend of theirs named, Joe. They were grunting, “Joe! Jooooeeeee!!! AAUUUUGGRRHH!” as they gained speed to catch up to us.
I then wake up in the morning, partially relieved it was just a dream, but also partially upset to NOT be in the dream anymore because: a) my life is nowhere near that exciting and adventurous and I’m worried I am running out of time to be adventurous; and b) I was with RICK GRIMES FOR CRYIN’ OUT LOUD! I love him. In that alternate reality, I would like to have his baby. Though maybe not in a zombie-apocalypse because babies cry and make a lot of noise. Noise attracts zombies like fire to a moth. Scratch that off my want-list.
The real painful part, though, is getting to work. As I walk into the office, I am dreading the ‘good mornings’. I am dreading the same faces I see every single day here. And I dread having any conversation I have to have with most of the people I work with.
Why? They are weird. I mean, I’m weird, too. But these people are both weird and not afraid to share it. And frankly, I don’t want to have them share their weirdness with me. I really don’t! You don’t see me sharing my weirdness with them, after all. That’s why I keep a blog. So I can anonymously share my weirdness to the unfortunate souls whom stumble upon my little space on the internet and are brave enough to venture through my posts. At least they can choose to participate with my weirdness at their own convenience.
I have examples. I have so many examples of why these people are weird. But it’s Monday morning and I’m too tired for examples. Maybe another time…