[Previous entry: "And she dances, too!"] [Next entry: ""There's something in there...""]
01/30/2007: "Apparently hippies aren't the only ones"
It turns out that, underneath my snarky exterior, pregnancy has turned me into a gigantic ball of mush. I was just commenting to Dave the other day that I haven't been experiencing the viscious mood swings commonly attributed to pregnancy and because he didn't want me to bite his head off, he agreed. Ha ha! Little joke there. Actually, he really did agree, because he has experienced my awful mood swings in the past and they do not hold a candle to any misunderstandings I may have overblown in this pregnancy. My PMS has been the stuff of legends in the past and pregnancy? Is a cakewalk. I don't know why, but I've been stable.
Well. Stable in the sense that I do not swing from elation to bitch on wheels to sobbing to ecstatic and back again in the space of 3 minutes. I have done that in my life and believe me, it wasn't fun for anyone. However, pregnancy is having its revenge and I do not like it. No sir.
See, I thought that it was just the hippies that made me cry, right? But it wasn't just them, which is sort of a relief. Last night? Last night a dog food commercial made me cry. I will repeat that. A dog. Food. Commercial. Made me. Cry.
I know. I couldn't believe it either but it's true.
Have you seen this commercial? The one in which David Duchovny (a.k.a. Luscious Hot Mulder) is the voice-over and there are these shots of dogs in the pound looking achingly at the outside world? And Mulder, as the sexy voice of impounded dogs everywhere, says, "I know how to sit, how to fetch, and how to roll over. What I don't know is how I ended up in here. But I do know that I am a good dog...and I just want to go home."
Oh my God, I can't even type it without crying. Seriously - I'm all teared up right now. "I am a good dog... and I just want to go home." This commercial is on EVERY DAMN MINUTE it seems and every time it comes on I have to mute the TV and hug my dog. Good lord... give me a second to find a tissue... sheesh...
OK, I'm back. If you want to bawl your eyes out, you can watch the commercial in question here. Just don't make me watch it again. I simply cannot handle it.
The other thing I cannot handle, and this makes no sense at all is Clare Torrey's singing in "The Great Gig in the Sky" on Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon". You know what I'm talking about - the end of side 1. The part just after the old guy says, "And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do I don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying? There's no reason for it, you've got to go some time". Actually, the singing didn't get me so much as the old guy. I was driving to work today and got to that part of the CD and I had to turn it off. I absolutely knew I wouldn't be able to make it through the whole piece. And I've listened to that song twenty gazillion times! I can sing along with her for God's sake. There are no surprises here. Except that I can't listen to it right now. For no good reason at all except that somehow the idea of that guy not being afraid to die just cuts me right here.
Between the dog food commercials and the Pink Floyd I can't wait to see what's next. Maybe next time Yanni will bring me to tears. If that happens, I may not tell you about it. The shame would be too great.
Replies: 2 Comments - Read 'em!
on Thursday, February 1st, Barbara said
Hallmark commercials used to do me in. And songs. And pictures. And...
on Tuesday, February 20th, Jeannie said
OMG!!! I cried at that same commercial!!! BAWLED! With snot and the whole thing. You are not alone. Your Pregnancy Twin, J
Notes from a Yarn Hacker
![[ Registered ]](http://www.delatore.com/kfiles/blog/diarist.gif){kind=small}
