WE DO THE MASHED POTATO AND THE FUNKY CHICKEN

Long distance dedication

Posted over 2 years ago
I was on the road most of the day today...and I wasn't driving so I didn't have to focus on the mind numbing pretzel that IS the Los Angeles freeway system for a change. This allowed me to spend some quality time with my mp3 player.It's funny how you can listen to a song a hundred times and it never really means THAT much to you, then all of a sudden when it comes on via shuffle as you are caught in some nostalgic moment that same song can act as a sort of revelation.That happened to me today with this song. Like I said I was traveling and just thinking about where my life was a year ago, and how exponentially better it has gotten in the last 12 months. Then I started to think about my parents and how they worked jobs that I KNOW they didn't like for basically their entire lives just so that my 3 brothers and I could have opportunities that they never had. I am sure if you have read my ramblings over the past year, you realize how much I HATED my last job and how I quit sort of suddenly and picked up my life and moved to California to follow my dreams. And people said that I was brave for doing that...well, I think people like my parents and my mom especially who hated their jobs JUST as much as I did, if not more, but couldn't quit because they had 4 boys to live for, they are the brave ones. That sort of selflessness is something I don't think I will ever be capable of. And when this song popped up on my player today it really got to me...just wanted to take a second and dedicate one to all of the parents out there who put their own dreams on the back burner in order to better the lives of their children. What an amazing legacy all of you are leaving...

Comments (11)

  1. lucystarlite says way to make me cry, blair. i'm not sure i could put into words how much i relate to just what you wrote. thank you. beautiful song, too. lucy.
    Permalink posted 10/02/2007
  2. Dale says Man, that is SO true. (I kinda like my job, to an extent.)
    Permalink posted 10/03/2007
  3. lucystarlite says i like my job, too...well, i don't like the "job" per se, but the people i work with. i think i related to it more in the dreams and other things you give up/live without to give the best to the little ones...yeah? lucy.
    Permalink posted 10/03/2007
  4. Dale says Oh yeah, I'd fix computers in my spare time and be totally happy, were it not for earning a living and supporting the family. Some of my co-workers are pretty cool too.
    Permalink posted 10/03/2007
  5. gympumpkin says That's so true.
    Permalink posted 10/03/2007
  6. scotfree says Thanks, man, that felt good. Lord knows, the 15 year old is sure I'm an unreasonable idiot. It's an unrewarding job with no instruction book, but ya just keep going. I think my own adolescent activities nested, grew mutant offspring, and are enjoying my frustrations. But don't get me wrong, I wouldn't change a thing!
    Permalink posted 10/03/2007
  7. kat3260 says I can not foresee a way to thank my parents for all of their sacrifices. They have given so much to me and my brother - when I try to calculate it in dollar figures, it's just unbelievable, and then the emotional support is even more priceless. Thanks for the touching post Blair - this is a much better reason to well up than "Tim Gunn's Guide to Style", which I did last night. What can I say, fashion is moving hahaha
    Permalink posted 10/03/2007
  8. Bartleby says This is just beautiful, both the words and the song. I wish I were a better son to my parents sometimes because I don't think I could have better parents than mine. Looking back at the way my mother and father strove every day to give their children a little happiness or even a drop of joy. If there ever were a doubt that love exists, just look at the tenderness of a mother for her children. Unconditionally selfless and eternally undemanding love. Thank you ever so much for posting this.
    Permalink posted 10/03/2007
  9. Bartleby says This is just beautiful, both the words and the song. I wish I were a better son to my parents sometimes because I don't think I could have better parents than mine. Looking back at the way my mother and father strove every day to give their children a little happiness or even a drop of joy. If there ever were a doubt that love exists, just look at the tenderness of a mother for her children. Unconditionally selfless and eternally undemanding love. Thank you ever so much for posting this.
    Permalink posted 10/03/2007
  10. Iren says I hear you man... you know that something that I realized in the last couple of month, and that's no matter where you are or what you are doing.. the grass is always greener, and bravery happens in ways that we don't expect... or see... hope all is well on your end of things....
    Permalink posted 10/03/2007
  11. Amy Honey says this makes me miss my folks so much. i have been living on the opposite side of the country from them for 12 years! they are wonderful, loving "salt of the earth" East Coast people, and i am so thankful for having them as parents. they have always encouraged and supported my way-faring & wily musician ways, and i appreciate that very much. very nice post Blair!
    Permalink posted 10/03/2007

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