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What I Need…

So, I lied… sue me.  This will be short because I promised I would tell myself to cork it before I hit 3 sentences.  On account of the fact that I went to the Collin Raye concert tonight and I was reminded of this song and how much I love it, I’m leaving this here for anyone else who may want to bask in the awesome of said song!  CORK IT, Whitney!  Have a fabulous Tuesday.

What I Need
by:  Collin Raye

I knew all the answers 
The way my life should go 
And when I used to say my prayers 
I would tell God so 
It seemed He wasn’t listening 
I thought He didn’t care 
But lookin’ back 
It’s plain to see 
He was always there 

‘Cause I prayed for strength 
And I got pain that made me strong 
I prayed for courage 
And got fear to overcome 
When I prayed for faith 
My empty heart brought me to my knees 
I don’t always get what I want 
I get what I need 

I’m not sayin’ that it’s easy 
Or that it doesn’t hurt 
When nothing seems to go my way 
Nothing seems to work 
These days I’m getting better 
At goin’ with the flow 
Accepting that sometimes the answer 
To a prayer is no 

‘Cause I prayed for strength 
And I got pain that made me strong 
I prayed for courage 
And got fear to overcome 
When I prayed for faith 
My empty heart brought me to my knees 
I don’t always get what I want 
I get what I need 

Every time I’ve had a door slammed in my face 
In time a better one was opened in it’s place 

I prayed for strength 
And I got pain that made me strong 
I prayed for courage 
And got fear to overcome 
When I prayed for faith 
My empty heart brought me to my knees 
I don’t always get what I want 
I get what I need 

Oh I don’t always get what I want 
I get what I need


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Don’t Cry For Me Argentina…

My sickened head is about to explode into a million tiny pieces… hopefully there are some chocolate ones.  I done ate enough chocolate in my lifetime for there to be.  Due to that factual fact, I am going to save my brain waves for when I become Jeopardy champion… thus, the questionnaire.

– What are the top 10 most listened to songs on your iPOD?

Not a fair question since I change out my iPOD songs on a regular basis.  For just the last 2 weeks, the top 10 songs are:

Fighter by Gym Class Heroes featuring Ryan Tedder
Mr. Know It All by Kelly Clarkson
Stereo Hearts by Gym Class Heroes featuring Adam Levine
Love You Like A Love Song by Selena Gomez (
tsk, tsk… judge not lest you be judged, Bieberfevers…)
Dynamite by Taio Cruz
Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5 featuring Christina Aguilera
The One That Got Away by Katy Perry
Domino by Jessie J
Stronger by Kelly Clarkson
Dirt Road Anthem by Jason Aldean

Yep… workout mix… that would explain the excessive use of jiving… gotta get my back outta the sack and my buns on the run.  Now, if this question had been something like what are the top 10 polka songs on your iPOD, this list would have looked MUCH different.  Check back next week for my exclusive Polka playlist.  Y’all will NOT want to miss this!

Question of the Day:  What songs are on your iPOD right now?



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Bieber Fever… Nasty Whitney… NASTY!

I had a nightmare dream last night starring Justin Bieber… just stop right there… STOP!  It wasn’t that kind of nightmare dream.  It was more, his mom called me up and asked if I could babysit him so that she and her husband could go on a date.  LOL!!!!!!  Is this what my life has come to now?  Babysitting Justin Bieber in my nightmares dreams.  The humiliation.  I have nothing against the Biebs… he’s a very talented young fry… I’m just way beyond the age of girlish squealing and adulation.  He reminds me too much of my nephew… oh, and besides that, I’m 32.

Anywho… so Biebster was in my dream and while we were playing Candyland, he suddenly stopped and said, Say… I have a great song for your blog… And I’m all like, wow, Biebster (that’s what he told me to call him)… I didn’t even know you knew I had a blog.  And he’s all like, in your nightmares dreams.  I finally figured out why I was dreaming about Bieby.  I was watching my show on Monday night, the Sing-Off… which by the way I LOVE… except for the boring judging part which I just fast forward (I’m looking at you Ben Folds), when the group of boys from Utah up and sang this Biebster song and it was forever stuck in my noggin… thus the nightmare dream.

You know what… it’s appropriate.  Never say never.   Whitney… never tell yourself you won’t run… because you have.  Never tell yourself that you won’t ride a bike… because you do.  Never tell yourself that there is no possible way to lose 350 pounds… because you’re doing it.  NEVER… EVER… EVER… say never!!  Get it?  Got it?  GOOD!

Question of the Day:  Do you have a music guilty pleasure?  Something you would be embarrassed to tell people you listen to?   You can tell me… I won’t tell anybody!  😛

Never Say Never by Bieber Fever as sung by VocalPoint on the Sing-Off

See I never thought that I could walk through fire
I never thought that I could take the burn
I never had the strength to take it higher
Until I reached the point of no return

And there’s just no turning back
When your heart’s under attack
Gonna give everything I have
It’s my destiny

I will never say never
(I will fight)
I will fight till forever
(Make it right)

Whenever you knock me down
I will not stay on the ground
Pick it up, pick it up
Pick it up, pick it up
Up, up, up, up, up and never say never


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Leaving the Giving Up For the Quitters!

“Quit” is a special word.  It can be both a positive and a negative thing in the same sentence.  It’s a cause for celebration if someone quits smoking or quits doing drugs or quits being an alcoholic, etc., etc., etc., but one becomes a lame loserite if he/she quits on a goal or a simple task.  Let’s take Britney Spears for example.  When she quit singing and took up drugs, the world rejoiced… especially my ears!  I KID… just the part about rejoicing about the drugs… the singing part stands… forever and ever and always!  Girl can’t sing her way out of a paper bag.  But then Britney went and decided to pass on the torch of psycho drug and alcoholism to Lindsay Lohan… and she took up singing again.  I bought me some earplugs and a bottle of Jack Daniels and so far, so good.  KIDDING, family… just about the Jack Daniels part… the earplugs stand… forever and ever and always!

What the heck are you talking about, Whitney!?  MOVE ON!  I’ve quit many things in my life.  Most of them in the negative sort of light.  I quit on college because I couldn’t fit my receptacle in the chairs and desks any longer.  I quit on every weight loss attempt I’d ever made.  I quit the 12-member, audition-only Jazz ensemble because I didn’t think I was a good enough singer (even though they picked me over tens of other auditioners).  I quit caring about myself and my health and whether or not I died.  Basically, I quit on myself.  I was trying to make myself content… content that I would live out the rest of my life with a view from my favorite couch cushion.  Shut up… that’s the end of it… you’ve tried, you’ve failed, there’s no more hope. 

That was the quitter fairy talking.  I am living proof that there is always hope.  No matter how many dagnabbed times you fall down, there’s always a way to climb back up.  The trick is realizing that.  This is not exclusive to weight loss… this goes for any dream, big or small.  If you fall 7 times… you stand up 8… and that qualifies as a success.  Leave the giving up for the quitters!

Question of the Day:  Have you quit something in the past that you wish you hadn’t?  If so, what was it?

Quitters by Collin Raye

Nobody thinks about that stuff.
Like, how tall he might have been, or how fast he could’ve run.
They just stare as he rolls by.
All they see is a helpless kid, with no chance to live a life.
If they only knew . . .

He’s got dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash,
Climbing up a snow-capped mountain & planting his flag.
He believes one day he’ll stand up & walk away from that chair.
He’s got faith, he’s got hope, and all his Mama’s prayers.
He’s not jaded or bitter,
He’s gonna leave the giving up

The doctors say no way he’ll walk,
He’s just smiles and says , I’m gonna prove you wrong.
Lots of falls and failed attempts,
His legs keep giving out but his heart ain’t giving in.
What they don’t know is . . .

He’s got dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash,
Pushing Earnhardt down the backstretch in a Daytona draft.
He believes one day he’ll stand up & walk away from that chair.
He’s got faith, he’s got hope, and all his Mama’s prayers.
He’s not jaded or bitter,
He’s gonna leave the giving up

He pulls himself up on the bars and takes a long, deep breath,
Lifts his right foot off the mat and with all that he has left
He takes a step, one step ‘

Toward his dreams of breaking ribbons in a hundred yard dash,
Going long for a touchdown with his buddies out back
He believes one day he’ll stand up & walk away from that chair.
He’s got faith, he’s got hope, and all his Mama’s prayers.
He’s not jaded or bitter,
He’s gonna leave the giving up


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Poor As A Field Mouse… Happy As A Clam…

I’ve had a paying job since the age of 8…  Not that I was good at every job I had.  At 8, I had a full-time babysitting job during the summer… 9 hours a day for 3 kids ages 1, 5, and 7… I was 8… and I was pretty much the most horrendous babysitter on the face of the planet.  I’d get caught up playing games with the 5 and 7 year olds and forget all about the baby.  I can’t even count how many times someone rang the doorbell with the lil’ dude in tow, saying he’d been playing out in the middle of the busy street by himself.  I was always very mature for my age  and I looked older too, thus the abundance of babysitting jobs… and when you’re 8/9 paying you 50 cents an hour is like a gold rush.  I hated looking mature.  I was at the library one time checking out books at the age of 12, and the lady asked me what I was majoring in in college… um… I’m about to go to recess and then daycare afterwards.

I had a paper route for years.  I picked apples in an apple orchard (scratch that, I got to pick the ones up off the ground since I was 12 and 12-year-olds get the bad end of the job deal).  I worked at Western Watts getting yelled at by people with wedgies who were not in the mood to do a survey.  I worked 2 jobs my first few years of college… K-Mart in the day and the movie theaters at night and weekends.  I worked for YEARS at Convergys getting yelled at by unsatisfied cellphone customers.

So, I’ve been making money since the age of 8… and I still have nothing to show for it.  No house of my own… no fancy dancy car less than 14 years old, no beautiful new furniture, no college degree (but 8 billion credits that add up to not enough) nothing, except a deeply instilled hard work bone.  It’s expensive to be fat.  Between the medications, diet schemes, food enough for a football team, doctor visits, procedures, etc., etc., etc., there’s not much left over at the end of the day.  In the past, I’ve gauged my happiness on the fact that I was poor.  I’m 32 years old and I pay minimal rent in my parent’s basement fer crying outloud!  How humiliating is that!?  .

My attitude is changing, slowly but surely.  Money don’t buy happiness… happiness comes from within.  If I determine that I’m going to be a happy person, by golly, I will be a happy person… despite the fact that I drive around a 1997 Buick and can’t afford a house, I’ve got so much that money can’t buy.  Take a minute, shut your yapper, look around you, and see all the treasures you do have, Whitney.  There’s not enough money in the world to replace those things.

Question of the Day:  What was your first job?  How old were you?

Price Tag by Jessie J featuring B.o.B.

It’s not about the money, money, money
We don’t need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the price tag
Ain’t about the (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching
Ain’t about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the price tag.


Why is everybody so obsessed?
Money can’t buy us happiness
Can we all slow down and enjoy right now
Guarantee we’ll be feeling alright


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What the Crimeny Puffs Are You Waiting For!?

I was pondering the other day… no, I don’t ponder often… it’s totally a brain crusher.  I prefer to giggle at the constant barrage of dancing sugar plum fairies prancing through my head than to do any actual brain wave exertion.  I was pondering Newton’s Law and it’s relation to Fig Newtons, the cookie.  That’s my kind of ponderation!  Mmmm… cookies.

I was really pondering on all of the excuses I seem to pull out of my rear receptacle for why I “can’t” do something.  The reasons I couldn’t begin exersaucing and being more conscious about my eating were all LAME… but I made them totes valid in my noggin.  Like, the time I used “waiting until after the holidays” to start an exercise program because the holidays would ruin any effort I’d made.  That’s totes a good excuse… except that I was using this excuse in February.  Which holiday would you be waiting for, Whitney?  The one that comes CLEARRRRR 10 months away in December or did you mean Arbor Day?

It’s taken a long time for me to realize that I just needed to jump in.  Commit fully and run with it.  And yes… there will be bad days, bad weeks, bad months, and maybe a few bad years, but this isn’t a race I’m running here… and this isn’t something I’m starting tomorrow and quitting in a month.  There is no word “quit” here.  Quitting is not an option because there is nothing to quit!  What am I going to do… quit waking up each morning… quit brushing my teeth with minty toothpaste and trade over to the manure flavored paste?  That’s the beauty of losing weight with the all things in moderation method, you can do whatever you want… eat whatever you want… do whatever kind of movement you want.  There are no restrictions.  It’s basically a free ticket on the ride of life… and I’m buckled in for the duration!

Question of the Day:  What Are You Waiting For?  What are some of your best excuses for why you “can’t” start?  


What Are You Waiting For by My Favorite Highway


Is there anyone out there who is listening to anything
Is there anyone out there who can take my hand, so

Come on, come on
What are you waiting for?
Waiting for your life to end to begin again
No, you get back up and you try again


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Exiting The Cave…

There’s a constant struggle between my mind and my heart… like a forever tug of war where the mind always has the upper hand.  I’m not trying to wax philosophical… firstly, I ain’t smart enough and secondly, I had to look up how to spell that word… I rest my case.  What I’m referring to in layman’s terms is my hearts desire to find out and fulfill my full potential versus the mind’s trickery of holding me back.  It’s a smart thing to use your noggin… God put it there for a reason… but then there comes a time when one needs to just jump in… head first… follow that light at the end of the cave of darkness and fear and repression and exit it… because otherwise the darkness wins.

I don’t want to rot for the rest of my life in the recesses of my cave… it’s sheltered me for all of these years and it’s provided a safe place to lay my head.  I know what goes on in the cave.  It’s familiar and there’s no chance I’ll fall off a cliff tucked away in it’s folds, but I also know that I do not advance as a person buried amongst the rubble of my failures and fear.

It feels dang near freeing to have turned my course around, following the light and slowly, but surely, exiting the cave that has so long held me hostage… almost like a rebirth of sorts.  And yet there are times I return to the comfort of that cave, but there are more times that I pull myself up by my boot straps and keep on walking… and that’s what’s important because that’s what living life is about.  Leave that cave behind… the world is a beautiful place on the outside.

The Cave by Mumford and Sons

It’s empty in the valley of your heart
The sun, it rises slowly as you walk
Away from all the fears
And all the faults you’ve left behind

The harvest left no food for you to eat
You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see
But I have seen the same
I know the shame in your defeat

But I will hold on hope
And I won’t let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I’ll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I’ll know my name as it’s called again

Because I have other things to fill my time
You take what is yours and I’ll take mine
Now let me at the truth
Which will refresh my broken mind

So tie me to a post and block my ears
I can see widows and orphans through my tears
I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears

But I will hold on hope
And I won’t let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I’ll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I’ll know my name as it’s called again

So come out of your cave walking on your hands
And see the world hanging upside down
You can understand dependence
When you know the maker’s land

So make your siren’s call
And sing all you want
I will not hear what you have to say

Because I need freedom now
And I need to know how
To live my life as it’s meant to be


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