Side Salad

Wow. So March huh?

It seemed to me that regardless of country, time zone or usual temperament - March 2012 was a little bit tough for quite a few.  As a result, or perhaps as a part of this, noticeably, people were hatin' on life and hatin' on themselves. Loudly.  And online.  And in force.

And if there is one thing that I cannot stand, it's unnecessary hatin'!  Hatin' on yourself? As far as I'm concerned - that's about as unnecessary as it gets.  There are so many more worthy directions of thought to ponder (like why did someone even conceive that a chicken would cross a road? Preposterous! Roads and chickens are entirely separate issues - duh).

After raving on about 2012 being amazing in the January blogsong (I stand by this point - the song does have the caveat in parenthesis to 'wait and see' - and we've still got quite a bit of year left to have that point proven), I am quite comfortable wearing the cloak of responsibility that comes with being a crusader for happy times/positivity/chocolate consumption/a little perspective.  And also completely down with these 12 blogsongs acting as a little musical haven for the happy.  That's just how I roll.

The March blogsong is dedicated to anyone who had a rough month, anyone who felt that they could have been a much better version of themselves, and anyone who just wants a three minute distraction really.  Even if it's to laugh directly at me rather than with me.  At least you are laughing, my friend!

So today is my birthday (and Easter Sunday - so happy Easter to you all!), and I've been waiting for this day to be able to post this blogsong.  It's a tradition of mine to make sure to give a present to someone on my birthday.  So consider this a gift to you.  A sappy, diva piss-take, complete with cheesy camera movements and shower singing kind of a gift. It's the present you never wished for...but now have.  

So my inspiration for this song was Mariah Carey's 'Hero' (random trivia: first CD I ever owned was 'Music Box').  And before you shake your dubious fists in my general direction, remember that imitating diva (RIP Whitney Houston) style is completely acceptable if the song is a power ballad.  Which incorporates a side salad metaphor.  And a hairbrush and mirror combo. It is. Trust me.

(Also - huzzah to my poor abused friend Val who had to learn how to use a camera and work it in the space of oh, five minutes!  I couldn't have done it without her.  I tried.  No really. There's only so much of run-behind-the-camera-to-press-record, run-back-in-front-of-camera, realise-you-forgot-to-start-the-playback, run-to-computer-to-hit-play, run-back-in-front-of-camera, sing-awkwardly, stop-recording, view-footage-to-see-it-is-all-out-of-focus, that one person can take!)

Final soap box moment: if you can't control something - accept it. If you don't like something - change it.  Enough with the hating'. Let us collectively move on...As Captain Planet would say:

 'the power is yours' 

(and also the lesser appropriate but equally memorable - "By your powers combined, I am Captain Planet". I digress).  

Survived March. Bring it on, April!

Rubes

NB. Please find the lyrics below as I ran out of time to include them as part of the film clip this time.  And it's 'Whole Meal' not 'Wholemeal' people! Yeesh!  Not that there is anything wrong with wholemeal, it's just missing the point by about four food groups.

PS. No wombats were hurt in the filming of this video.


SIDE SALAD

There are times when you feel so frustrated

And the hero deep within you has apparently vacated.

Your head is weary, and your poor heart feels so small

And the greatest love of all, is curled up in a ball.

You are on your own yet you still feel out of place

And your last ounce of respect, just punched you in the face...

If you ever feel you’re just a side salad

Please listen to the words of your inner power ballad

You will soon realize then you will come to feel

That in the plate of life baby you are the whole meal!

Not your day, it may not even be your year

Finding you’re stuck in neutral when you’re aiming for first gear

Metaphors keep piling up, as you’re standing in the rain

The waiting is a pain, till life gets better again.

When all bets are off, and you’ve run right out of luck

You’re finding it quite hard, to even give a... (quack quack)

If you ever feel you’re just a side salad

Please listen to the words of your inner power ballad

You will soon realize then you will come to feel

That in the plate of life baby you are the whole meal.

This chaos and confusion

Has an obvious solution

A hairbrush and a mirror

Makes life seem that much clearer.

So Sing along…. To this song!

If you ever feel you’re just a side salad

Please listen to the words of your inner power ballad

You will soon realize then you will come to feel

That in the plate of life baby you are (yes you are) the whole meal!