Pretty Pretty Please

Had a good day today. Hubby stayed late this morning so we took his bike into the shop then went to lunch at Joe's Pizza, Pasta & subs. I ordered one of my favorites Chicken Marsala. I ate the entire dish! I usually can't finish it, but this afternoon I was famished. I usually order the Baked Ziti. I'm making myself hungry just thinking about it! I just finished dinner about 3 hours ago I should be full by now!

Joe's Pizza, Pasta & Subs. Great bunch of guys from NY!

After Ray dropped me off back at home after lunch I took a half a Vicadon instead of taking a whole Tramadol. I crashed 10 minutes later for 2 and 1/2 hours. Was in a good deal of pain but didn't want to tell him. he stresses about it so much as it is. I don't want to make him worry anymore than he already does.

Made a fairly light dinner tonight, lightly seared smoked polish sausage, creamy mushroom gravy and brown rice. I was still pretty full from lunch.

After dinner was cleared away and dishes were being done, I announced "It's family Game Night" So Ray and my son both picked out a game for tonight. They chose Yahtzee. I bought that game a few months back. I love game night. My son won the first game. I won the second thanks to two Yahtzee's. :0) Didn't have time for a third game, it's a school night and my son had to go to bed. We all had a good time. That's what game night is all about. No computers, no TV, no hiding in a bedroom listening to the radio, just us sitting at the table, playing the game, laughing and talking.

During the last game a song came on the radio that we had on for background noise that I liked the tune too. I never really listed to the lyrics of it before.  Pink's "Pretty Pretty Please". My husband started singing it, asked me if I liked this song. I said yes and told him I liked the tune but didn't know the words to it. Once I started listening, I mean really listening...I started crying. My husband knew the words, which shocked me. I know them now, well the clean version of the song that is.

I sat and watched the Pink video after my son was tucked into bed for the night. The little dark haired girl in the video could have been me as a child. Always misunderstood and mistreated. I felt like I was her...watching my childhood unfold before me on the computer screen. There are several videos of the song, even one lip synced by a little blond haired girl who made her own video about the song. I watched both, then when Ray came back in from reading to our son he played it again. I asked him not to. He asked me why, and all I could say was "Because it's too painful" He didn't pause the video he let it play. He held me and told me for far too long people have treated me like crap and so have I. It was time that I started treating myself better. he held me while I cried.

If you've never heard the song or read the lyrics. Here they are...

Made a wrong turn, Once or twice
Dug my way out, Blood and fire
Bad decisions, That's alright
Welcome to my silly life

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss "no way, it's all good", It didn't slow me down
Mistaken, Always second guessing
Under estimated, Look, I'm still around

Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than Fuckin' perfect.
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me.

You're so mean,
When you talk, About yourself, You are wrong.
Change the voices, In your head
Make them like you Instead.

So complicated,
Look happy, You'll make it!
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game.
It's enough, I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same.

Oh, Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than fuckin' perfect.
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me.

The whole world stares so I swallow the fear,
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer.
So cool in line and we try, try, try,
But we try too hard, it's a waste of my time.
Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
We change ourselves and we do it all the time

Why do we do that? Why do I do that?
(Why do I do that?)

[Yeah~, Ohh~ pretty pretty please, Ohh~]

Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than Fuckin' perfect.
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me.

You're perfect, You're perfect
Pretty, pretty please
Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than Fuckin' perfect.
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You're fuckin' perfect to me.

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