CONFESSIONS OF A FAT GIRL

A Telepathic Moment

As I mentioned this morning, took in the Kelly Clarkson concert last night. It was pretty awesome. She's as good live as she sounds on the radio, if not better. She's also got the most adorable personality -- I had no idea. 

Not only that, but she brought out Blake Shelton (yes, I took video - click his name), Reba McIntire, Tamyra Grey (yes, from Season 1 of Idol!) and Michelle Branch (They covered a Wreckers song I love - so rad)! 

When I got to my car after the concert, I noticed the person who had parked beside me on the passenger side was awfully close. When she and her daughter walked up, my heart sank.

The mother looked at her daughter with an annoyed sigh and said "just wait."

You see, the daughter was too heavyset to fit into the small space between her mother's car and mine. Her mother was going to have to pull out, or I would have to pull away, for her to be able to open her door and climb in.

Now in her defense, we were parked REALLY close (and that was her mom's fault -- she must have let her out before parking cause even a skinny girl wasn't opening that door). But she looked at me, embarassed and sad. I knew that look too well.

It quickly reminded me an incident outside of a supermarket when an asshole parked really close to my driver side, I went over to the car to leave and caught him. I asked politely if he would move his car. He said no and then added "you shouldn't be so fat." 

I climbed into my car from the passenger side, crying, but not before I dragged my key over a small portion of his car. (Before you get appauled, it didn't even leave a mark. I was too gentle. But it made me feel better anyway.) 

So when this girl looked at me, embarassed for herself, her size and her mother's snobbishness, we shared a whole conversation in one sheepish glance. My heart went out to her.

Her mother wasn't even moving yet. She was fixing her lipstick in the visor mirror while ger daughter stood in the middle of a downtown parking lot, hugging herself, and waiting.

I tossed my shit in the car and moved out of my space as quickly as I could (I was parked with my rear facing in so it was a quick pull-out), smiling at her, trying to telepathically let her know it's not always like this. It gets better. There is warmth out there. There are moments when she will somehow feel beautiful.  

I don't know if she got all that from my encouraging smile but I hope so.

And I hope her mother got a speeding ticket on the way home. So there.  

 

 

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But I am obsessed with this song. It's so beautiful.

 

Father Tiger

A very old friend from high school, who may not even remember our precious time together in math class, has released a single I find rather catchy so I am sharing it with you, my ever-so-close friends and family.

Here is their site: http://www.fathertiger.com

Here is their recent plea to help make them famous (and you should totally help cause then when they're famous, you can say you knew about them FIRST): http://www.reverbnation.com/c/fr5/artist_1017303?eid=A1017303_5890488

And HERE, ladies and gents, is their song "Shell" which I find pretty fun and fabulous, sort of a 1980s dance throwback for me. I see leg warmers, jelly bracelets and high pony tails - and I'm not minding it:

FATHER_TIGER-Shell

Enjoy it. I've never posted music before -- hope that works. 

 

RICK ASTLEY WILL NEVER...

• Give you up
• Let you down
• Run around
• Desert You
• Make you cry
• Say goodbye
• Tell a lie
• Hurt you

I don't know about you, but I find that comforting.

Concert Goers Guide to the Audience

You know, I've been to a lot of concerts and you know what's a TON of fun at concerts? People watching. An especially at country music shows - that is the pinnacle of people watching, my friends.

And because I am taking a few vacation days and am enjoying some free time, I present you with a guide to some popular concert-going characters:

Hoochie Girls:  These are girls who go to concerts in stilettos and VERY short skirts. It's totally impractical and they probably look great but I hate them anyway. (No one said I wasn't judgemental. and frankly, I think you can wear jeans and flats and still look cute.)

People Without Rhythm:  There's one or two at every show! You know, the lady sitting like two seats over who is clearly enjoying herself more than anyone in the room but can't clap along with the beat to save her LIFE. She becomes distracting. She's on the border of crazy-town. God love 'er.

The Guy Who's REALLY Into it: He's got posters and shirts and he knows EVERY. WORD. to EVER. SONG. And OMIGOD, he tears up when the artist sorta-kinda glanced his way.

Drunk Guy: Oh, you know this guy cause he probably lived on your college campus... and he hasn't left yet. YEAH! YEAH, BABY! YEAH! Not to be confused with...

Drunk Girl: She is, like, soooooo into this show. OMIGOD! Do you wanna dance? I totally wanna dance. I loooooooooooove this song. Like, I LOVE this song. Let's go gring up on some guy! EEEEEEEEEEEE!

Random Older People:  You gotta give' em credit, right? In a room full of screaming teens and 20-somethings, there are mom and dad or Uncle Bob and Aunt Betty. And they are all smiles. You go, random older people!

And who'd I forget, concert-lovers?

Happiness

I love dance shows. "So You Think You Can Dance" is my crack and a bit behind that is "Dancing With the Stars."

I can actually dance. I can learn steps and if it's not too complicated, I can pull it off. Save my bad ankles, I'm not too shabby.

My brightest moment of today was seeing my boyfriend, Michael Buble, on DWTS. Oh how I love his new song. It makes me smile the entire four minutes and 20 seconds

I hope it makes you smile, too:

I Love You, Carrie Underwood

I love music that EMPOWERS me. I love this song, Carrie Underwood's new single, "Cowboy Cassanova":

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nu32vyCldh8

The embedding is disabled so apologies -- you gotta click.

I wanna put my boots on and go kick some ass. Or something. I don't know... this song builds me up. It's a song that's gonna shoot me out onto the dance floor.

And by the way, talk about empowerment, check out how is started. (I'm an Idol geek) What a trip:

Spotted: a Jonas

I have regressed to 13. At lunch today, we were seated in a booth by the bathrooms (at Casa Vega if you are familiar) and a young man passed by. My jaw dropped an inch and my eyes went wide; my co-worker said to me "what?"

"It's a Jonas!" I whispered. "Joe Jonas!"

I have to tell you, even Nathalie, who is 70 and doesn't watch a lot of TV knew who he was so it was very exciting. And were it not a dark restaurant, you know I would have been all cell phone paparazzi all over Joe.

I wasn't toally convinced it was him til he came up to the front to settle the bill (or so the 6'3" black man with him could and he could stick his nose in his iPhone) and got a good look. Totally him.

We imagine he went promptly to Van Nuys airport to take a private plane up to Sacramento for this evening's show.

Godspeed, Joe Jonas. Safe travels. Until we meet again... Bring Nick and Kevin.