When God-fearin' women get the blues
There ain't no slap-dab-a-tellin'
What they're gonna do
Well I've got a Mustang
It'll do 80
You don't have to be my baby
I've stirred my last batch of gravy
You don't have to be my baby…
-Martina McBride
(as sung by me to Chad when he requested to eat his dinner in front of a football game and we were already seated.) : )
I believe I can fly. I believe I can touch the sky. I think about it every night and day. Spread my wings and fly away.
-R. Kelly
(as sung by Ava as she tried to catapult herself down the stairs on four separate occasions)
On top of spaghetti all covered with cheese I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed…
(as sung by my first born to a very kind, elderly lady who Jules sneezed on whilst waiting in the grocery store checkout line. Big sneeze. The one that will be known as the "Tsunami Sneeze" for years to come. Because let's just face it. The little lady never saw it comin' and she never had a chance.)
We’ve only just begun…
-The Carpenters
(as sung by me to the lady at the cabinet store two hours into my fourth trip with little hope of a decision on the horizon.)
I’m a redneck woman, I ain’t no high class broad … *
-Gretchen Wilson
(as sung to myself this evening when I caught a glance in the mirror and realized I hadn’t seen the shower in a fortnight.)
* This was followed by a couple lines from Westside Story:
I feel pretty, oh so pretty
I feel pretty and witty and bright
And I pity any girl who isn't me tonight
I feel charming, oh so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel
And so pretty that I hardly can believe I'm real.
I’m turning Japanese, I think I’m turning Japanese, I really think so.
-The Vapors
(as sung by Chad to me on the fifth (or was it sixth night) of chicken and rice dinners.)
“You're what!? Tin roof. Rusted.”
-B-52s
(as sung by me (just the “what” part) to the flooring guy when he gave me the new and improved price list for 2008.)
Well parents are the same
No matter time nor place
So, to you other kids
all across the land
Take it from me
Parents just don't understand.
-Will Smith
(as sung by Ace to her father and I as she turns into a pre-teen over night.)
Everybody Wang Chung tonight.
-Wang Chung
(as sung by Jules as I walked her back into her bedroom at 12, 2, 3:30, 4:45, 6, & 6:53 on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday nights/mornings.)
Getting giggy with it. nah nah nah nah nah-nah. Yeah. nah nah nah nah nah-nah.
-Will Smith
(as sung by me when I finished picking everything out for the house this week.)
It's been one of those weeks. You know. Like when the series of minorly frustrating events almost becomes comical. Which it did. : ) But, today it's been quiet and I've been able to reflect (in song) about the past week and appreciate it for what it was. There are a number of events that didn't make the Billboard. You'll just have to stay tuned for those to post at some later date. Let's just say Adam Sandler, Barenaked Ladies, and the theme from Out of Africa will be included.
