Firstly, I just wanted to say that Madre is a great driver and I also got the “hates driving in the winter” genes, so all the jabbing I did in yesterday’s post was meant in the most loving way possible… she gives it back with my bobblehead and germ issues! Secondly, the muumuu degrading is NOT meant in the most loving way possible… they are ugly… end of story! 😛
I was searching for a Christmas DVD last weekend, when I came across a VHS tape labeled Whitney Voice Recitals. So, of course I popped it in… yes I do still have a VCR… why do you ask? It was a compilation of me singing at my voice recitals from the age of 15 to 18… circa 1994 to 1997… go 90s!! I had forgotten I even had it… but a nice neighbor had been kind enough to tape all of my performances (his daughter’s were singing at the same recital) and put them on tape for me. My folks didn’t have them fangled dangled camcorders back in the olden days. They preferred to draw our memories in chalk and charcoal… which makes it all the more ironic that we ain’t an artistic family… AT ALL!!!
I watched that VHS tape mostly in shock… did I really look like that at that age? Was my face really that rotund? I don’t remember ever thinking it was that bad back in the olden days. Sure, I knew I was a big girl and that I got made fun of for it… but the picture in my head never matched reality. I was big boned… that’s not fat! I kept trying to put my finger on who I reminded myself of… and then it hit me:
Pretty much… rotund, no defined facial bones, no neck (neckless!), and puffy. The similarities were striking, really… and this VHS tape wasn’t anywhere near my highest weight. I guess I needed that reminder… needed it to kick me in the pancake and get me moving forward on my way to conquering the Onederlands… I’ll always have a big ole head (runs in the family), but no more Michelin Man face, Whitney… Hear?
To end out my favorite Christmas songs week, I’m putting a clip from the video here. Mind you, I was 17 and it ain’t the best performance, but I think I’ve improved with practice and maturity since. I’m singing one of my favorite songs with my voice teacher, Sally (who is now a Mormon Tabernacle Choir member… holler!) If anyone wants tips on how to get that super attractive hairdo… I’m your girl. It’s called, roll out of bed, slop a barette into the side so it smashes the hair down… and then for goodness sakes… DO NOT BRUSH IT!
Back to the song. This song always makes me cry… it’s beautiful.
Baby, What You Goin’ To Be?
Baby, Lying in a manger,
slumbering so sweetly,
Whatcha gonna be?
Baby all the world is watchin’,
all the world awaits to see,
what will you be?
Baby sleeping in a stable,
underneath the heavens,
whatcha gonna say?
Baby, did you bring the Good News?
Did you come to light our way?
Oh, look, see the cattle asleep,
see the shepherds beside,
See the Wise Men, they bow unto you.
Are you the one who was meant to be Master?
To bring in the Kingdom too?
Baby, Hope of all the people,
what you come here to do?
What you come to say?
Baby, can you be the Savior?
Come to save the world one day?
Baby lying in a manger,
will you save the world one day?
Note: As an FYI… I will be taking next week off from blogging land. I’m going to regroup, get a better attitude, and come Mondee, January 2, 2012, I’ll be back full force with a holeeday recap, a recap of the year 2011, and my New Year’s goals. 2012 is going to include some buttocks kicking… and by buttocks, I mean mine! We gotta get a move on this thing here. So many things to conquer yet! I hope you all have a fabulous holiday season. Enjoy the family and friends and food (all things in moderation is gonna be my motto). And to those who are dreading the holidays due to a loss… my prayers and thoughts are with you… big hugs sent from my end. Thank you all for sticking with me… it is always appreciated…