My Grumpy Girl has been very happy and congenial as of late and I think the Mother Sequence is the reason. The Dog Whisperer, Cesar Milan, has a consistent, universal prescription: exercise, discipline and love. That's been our M.O.for the last two weeks and I have been calm and assertive as we head for the yoga mat. My inner critic (Grumpy Girl) has been diffused and sated and there's no one to give me guff.
Enter, one Simon Cowell. I've caught a few of the American Idol try-outs because I love to watch (and listen to) people with great voices. I think it's completely amazing that we all have the same anatomical structures with which to sing and yet the sounds emitted vary from scintillating to caterwauling. Simon's got a good ear but his comments are often piercing enough to deflate any ego. I, however, cannot associate anything mean or aggressive with anyone possessing an accent like his. It's just too proper and civilized.
So now, after I sing along to my current, favorite song, I picture Simon with his thumbs down saying, "Bah-bara, that was ab-so-loot-lee dread-fuhl!" I chuckle and say, "Really, Simon? Why thank you!" No one can bring me down like the Grumpy Girl...but she's been exercised, disciplined and loved. She thinks I sound mah-va-lous!
Photo of Simon Cowell: The Sydney Morning Herald