Thursday, June 17, 2010

30 Day Blog Challenge aka Blog Rehab

So after I posted my rant about Drake's new album (I re-read it this morning and I sound like a jerk on a soapbox!), I decided I would lighten things up a bit and try this challenge that I found over at Preppy Perfection. Maybe this will force me to post a blog everyday! So here's how it works:

Day 1 — A favorite song
Day 2 — A favorite movie
Day 3 — A favorite book
Day 4 — A favorite television program
Day 5 — A favorite quote
Day 6 — A moment you wish you could relive
Day 7 — 5 things you could not possibly live without
Day 8 — A thank you letter to someone who has changed your life
Day 9 — A photo you took
Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 — A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 — A song that you want played at your wedding (or was played)
Day 13 — A guilty pleasure
Day 14 — A vacation you would like to take
Day 15 — A person you admire
Day 16 — A song that makes you cry
Day 17 — An art piece
Day 18 — A time when you felt passionate and alive
Day 19 — A talent of yours
Day 20 — A hobby of yours
Day 21 — Something you know you do differently than most people
Day 22 — A website
Day 23 — A way in which you want to be remembered
Day 24 — A movie no one would expect you to love
Day 25 — A recipe
Day 26 — A childhood memory
Day 27 — A physical feature you love
Day 28 — A scar you have, and its story
Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 — A motto or philosophy

This 30 days of blogging kind of reminds me of Sandra Bullock's movie: 28 days, where she enters a rehab facility (for, SURPRISE! 28 days) to work on her little problem with knockin' back the sauce.

She just needs some blogging rehab. 

Lately, I've had a problem with some of my "creative juices" flowing (when you renovate a house you can only talk about rearranging papers, frames, moving things, and painting so many times before you bore even yourself.) Or you just get irrationally angry at harmless Canadian rappers. And so, in an homage to Sandra, I'm going to consider this my "Blog Rehab," so I'm actually only going to do 28 posts. Alright so without further adieu (ado? adeu? I have no idea), here is my first day of blog in-patient treatment: My Favorite Song.
This was a tricky one, because off the top of my head I can think of at least 20. I will tell you the two runner-ups: "You Got Me" by The Roots featuring Erykah Badu, and "Everything" by Mary J. Blige--my cousin Ashley got me HOOKED on that song, and no matter how many times I hear it, I think of her. (strange association since it's supposed to be about Mary's love of her life, but let's face it Ash, you're stuck with me for the long haul anyway)

Ash looks confused and I look like I need the restroom. Clearly, nothing has changed.
But there is one song that I can think of that puts me in an incredible mood whenever I hear it. I don't even think it's the lyrics that do it for me, because they're so simple. If you watch the vintage "Old Spice" commercials they state that "Scent is the strongest sense tied to memory" (which I completely agree with,) until I hear Tony Bennett's "Stepping out with my Baby"
If I seem to scintillate
It's because I've got a date
A date with a package of
The good things that come with love
You don't have to ask me
I won't waste your time
But if you should ask me
Why I feel sublime

Steppin' out with my baby
Can't go wrong 'cause I'm in right
It's for sure, not for maybe
That I'm all dressed up tonight

Steppin' out with my honey
Can't be bad to feel so good
Never felt quite so sunny
And I keep on knockin' wood

There'll be smooth sailin' 'cause I'm trimmin' my sails
In my top hat and my white tie and my tails

Steppin' out with my baby
Can't go wrong 'cause I'm in right
Ask me when will the day be
The big day may be tonight.
For some reason, this song was on heavy rotation one summer we spent in the Hamptons; I think I might have been around 10 or 11 years old. Literally every time we got in the car to go ANYWHERE, we had to put this song on. The light piano in the background, Tony's snapping, his voice; the whole song just puts you in a good mood. Even though my grandpa got utterly sick of this song after hearing it about 15 times a day, I always associate Tony Bennett with him. (If my grandpa could have been a hybrid of any three celebs, I believe anyone who knew him would agree that he would have the abbrasiveness and delivery of Jack Nicholson, the laugh, wit and facial expressions of Robert DeNiro, and the moments of charisma that Tony Bennett seems to exude constantly)

This son of a gun. (For the record he's wearing my hat. I was like 9).

Not to get all Mr. Rogers on you, but this song will always be tied to my grandpa,  so that's why it's my favorite, and I think that's why I'm so emotionally attached to it.  He really was an amazing man and one of the most important people in my life, so he'll probably pop up again and make another cameo in my 28 days of Rehab Blogging. I'll have to be thinking of my favorite movie for tomorrow...and THAT, my friends, will be an even bigger challenge.


Lisa said...

I love this blog!It's hysterical and what a great description of Grandpa.

A.A.B.B. said...

What a great post, Court.