So, today in the car, on a mundane trip home from the grocery store, my three year old pipes up from his carseat in the back:
“MAMA. May I have the Rollercoaster song, PWEEEEAASSEEE?!?”
Yes…he meant RHCP: Love Rollercoaster. (now playing over there —> ) And yes, he can sing along with the chorus, the “ooh, ooh, ooh, oooh oooohs” AND the “one, two, one two three” parts.
*sigh*
As if that wasn’t enough to plaster a stupid grin on my face, next he asked for:
“The Woo Hoo song, Mama…the Woo Hoo song!”
Oh, yes. He meant Blur: Song 2 Polite kid that he is, he LOVES the “pleased to meet you” part, and sings along with gusto.
To complete my afternoon o’ happiness, he finished his set request with:
“Mer’yun Toast Burning, Mama! C’mon!”
Seriously. My son LOVES Beat Soup: Miriam, You Toast is Burning .
Asks for it over and over and over. At three, he’s into obscure ska. I friggin’ LOVE it!
(You’ll need to stop the music player to the right to start this youtube. Not the greatest – the album version is much better, but it’s all I could find on the web.)
Am I a proud Mama? Ohhhh, yes.
He may not have any idea what the “Wheels on the Bus” do when he gets to Pre-School, but I don’t consider that any great loss…heh.
My dealer is now providing Drive Thru Crack, y’all…
Blogger has Mobile posting. From your cell phone. Are you KIDDING me, Blogger? Seriously – like I wasn’t ALREADY an addict?
(I have four blogs, dude. I know you don’t read them – you don’t even read this one, really, you’re only here for the music. But, I’m okay with that.) So, thrilled with the prospect of being able to post from my easy chair – which is all of two feet from the computer – while watching American Idol last night, I put my feet up on the ottoman, took a picture of the tv (photographic evidence of my vantage point) and tried to post.
Five times.
For some reason, it wouldn’t go through with the photo attached.
I ignored the shakes and the eye twitching, and tried again.
Six more times.
Before I broke out in the inevitable cold sweat, I went to bed. I can control this, right? It is NOT controlling ME.
This morning, after I got the kid fed and my first cuppa, I re-examined the issue. I posted without the photo. Success! It went through!
…the post was all in Techno-Greek, with a plethora of question marks peppered throughout. GAH! What are these people DOING to me? Do they not realize that this sort of thing will drive me out of my ever lovin’ mind? That now I HAVE to figure out how to fix this problem? That I will spend HOURS of my life trying to find an end-around or widget or downloadable gibberish translator?
So, I finally upgraded the family cell phones this week. It was time – they were ancient, barely held a charge anymore, and some of my buttons had ceased to function.
ANYWAY…my new phone has a QWERTY keyboard. Yeah, this is something I never knew I always wanted. Thanks to the peer pressure of a crapload of my bestest buddies, I am turning into quite the text-ho. (On the upside, though, I’ve been able to minimize the amount of minutes on our plan and up the texts, so it works out cheaper. Sa-WEET!) I refuse to lapse into that awful “text speak” though, which has only minimal resemblance to English. No, I use ALL of the words in a sentence, correct capitalization AND proper punctuation, thankyouverymuch.
Just in case you wondered…that’s what I’ve been doing.
