you were meant for me . . .

No, not really. I'm talking about the Jewel song that came out '95. I loved this song. I would listen to it everytime it came on the radio without fail. I bought the CD because it was awesome so how could I not?

Okay, so I'm driving home the other day and "You Were Meant For Me" came on the radio. Feeling a bit nastolgic, I sang along. There's one line I never questioned as a teen. Everything rhymed so I didn't care.

"I never put wet towels on the floor anymore "

What grown person leaves their wet towls on the floor? Seriously, do adults do this? Do they just leave the wet thing lying on the floor so it can not dry and get stinky, and then use it again? My kid does and then gets reminded daily to go and hang it up.

Can I just point out how gross that is? And then I started thinking that maybe the guy left because he was really disgusting this practice was and he was sick of reminding her to pick up her stuff. And maybe he was worn out that she always forget her keys in the lock and refused to turn off lights when she wasn't even in the room. Maybe he really didn't want to pay that high ass electrical bill.

Yeah, I know. I have way too much time on my hands driving up to San Francisco.

songs on the radio

There's a lot of songs out there that talk about the love a father has for his daughter. I'm cool with that, because the ones that stick around and do a decent job deserve some credit.

What I don't hear are a lot of songs about a mother's love for her daughter. It's like we could never love our daughter's as much as their father could. At least not enough to write a song about it. I have just a tiny problem with that. It could possibly be because my own sperm donor was non-existent in my life, so I would never write a song about how much he cared. Because he didn't. He liked making babies, he just didn't like raising them or being in any part of their lives. My mom was the one who stuck around and sacrificed while sperm donor continued making more babies he didn't give a sh*t about. My mom loved me, my father didn't.

So why can't people write the same number of songs about a mom as they seem to write about a dad?

what's in a name

When I was in high school I sometimes I hated my name. There were at least 8 other Michelle's in my school and that was just in my graduating class. We really didn't have an identity- not the way everyone else did. We were always "(insert random name here)'s Michelle". Or they just called you by your last name.

It only got worse when I found out my mom named me after the uncreative Beatles song (just kidding, I do love the song). It's crazy the number of people that will start singing the song you're named after. I wasn't happy being part of the status quo of child naming. I wondered why she just didn't name me "Lucy" or "Rita" if she liked the band so much. Something, anything that wasn't so effing common.

As an adult, I know my mom liked the Beatles so much, she named her only kid after a song she liked. It makes me pretty proud and her a pretty cool lady.

Of course, I went out and did the same thing. Except I choose a character on a TV show. Dark Angel was a show I really liked before I got pregnant and this is where B's name comes from. The kid thinks it pretty cool that she's named after a fictional character on a TV show that was cancelled before she was born. She's counting down the days until she can watch the show and see this person she's named after herself.