August 11, 2006
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RANDOM STUFF
…I’m leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again
I have to fly to
(He also mentioned that some of these devices are incredibly complex. Wouldn’t having to read the owners manual take all of the romance out of the experience?)
…here comes the sun, little darling, here comes the sun, it’s alright
According the weather man the temperature reached 111 degrees here yesterday. I let the cat out after work and it immediately burst into flames. I’m only sorry I hadn’t thought of doing this earlier.
…that ain’t the way to have fun, no, that ain’t the way to have fun son
A friend of mine was talking recently about how rock and roll music isn’t afraid to tackle tough issues. As an example he said there was famous rock song from the 70’s about incest. Unable to think of a song from that era that broached that particular topic, I asked him what song he was referring too. He looked at me incredulously and said “Duh….Three Dog Night’s Mama Told Me Not to Come” I think my friend needs some serious professional help.
…in the year 2525, if man is still alive, if woman can survive, they may find
This same friend is a graphic artist and yesterday he sent me the following picture that he had created. Perhaps he’s mentally competent after all.
…I said I know it’s only rock ‘n roll but I like it, like it, yes, I do.
Since Jamie has been with us I’ve been listening to a lot of speed metal at dangerously high decibel levels when we’re driving around town. I remember when I was a teenager and my father came into my room once while I was listening to Iron Butterfly. He told me that my music was “crap.” I remember thinking that when I had kids I would never feel that way and that I would whole-heartedly embrace whatever kind of music they listened too. I didn’t have a clue at that time that I’d be driving around town someday listening to speed metal at dangerously high decibel levels.
I have become my father…I think I’ll go outside and spontaneously combust like the cat.
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I quit using my gas-powered marital aid because of the poor mileage. I’m thinking of buying a hybrid.
Bad Dogma always cracks me up.
Mama Told Me Not to Come was about incest? Huh?
My mother took me to rock concerts, so I didn’t have too much parental objection to my musical tastes….but now I find myself thinking of some genres of today’s music as crap. Makes me feel old. ::sigh::
I loved your tie-in to musical lyrics and the comments. Very creative.
Yes, I too made the decision that I would be the cool mom who didn’t hate the kids music. My 11 year old, WHITE female child loves rap. That’s what we listen to in the car. Its hard to feel like a cool mom when you are inundated with the glorification of the GANGSTA lifestyle……grrrrrrrrrr
Occasionally when the hubby is too tired, I use my “toy”, but it is battery powered. And, I always put it in my checked bags when I fly!
Your posts are always entertaining! I enjoy reading them!
My kids are all grown and gone…youngest is 21. But, I always listened to their music. They really seemed to appreciate it and to this day they still ask me if I’d like to hear what they are currently into…recently one son played some Wilco and Ryan Adams for me.
Hope your upcoming travels are safe and smooth!
“Mama told me not to come”, totally cracked me up. I think your friend does have a warped mind!
stopping by to say hi
I always love your take on life 
Gas powered marital aids??? I hope they don’t smoke in bed!!
The speed metal stage has passed in our household. Now its the Beatles, Billy Joel, and the Rent Soundtrack. I can live with that…
Excellent musical choices, and I love that picture !!
I’ll listen to most anything the kids like, but I can’t stand the rap/hip-hop music. (Other than “Gold Digger”. That song rocks !!)
Hi…I’m silvernicks daughter…Jamie came to her site one day and was asking about me or something but mom forgot to write her name down. Could you tell me what it is? Thanks!
-Kelsie
Now I understand the comment on Dogma’s site…ROTF! Wonderful musical choices. I had a longer comment but xanga ate it…when that happens I decide it wasn’t meant to be said.
HUGS!!!!
Half the fun with music is opening up just enough to maybe glance that new artist that you may actually like. Mum has found some likes through listening to what us “kids” were wanting to hear…and the kick butt part is I’ve found some artists I love by opening up to what Mum wants to hear. I am scared to think what would happen if someone tried to take away our cd’s and mp3′s. Ugly day. A very ugly day.
Speed metal, huh? I try to be really open to lots of different music and have ended up liking a variety of songs / artists across the genres. But I have a hard time with that stuff. . . But to each his own, eh?
And I don’t even desire to imagine what sort of thing a gas powered marital aid is. Batteries should really suffice. Really. Yikes.
RYC: I’m getting to the point where I don’t think “just friends” will be at all possible. That is, until we get to heaven and Jesus kicks their butts. Then we can all be friends. Just kidding, kind of. . .
This is what the baby is singing:
SURFIN’ BIRD
(Frazier – White – Harris – Wilson)
THE TRASHMEN (GARRETT 1963)
A-well-a everybody’s heard about the bird
B-b-b-bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A-well-a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A-well-a don’t you know about the bird?
Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word!
A-well-a bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A-well-a…
It’s frightening to turn into your parents. I find myself doing so many of the things my parents that I said I’d never do. It makes me want to cry.
And you were right the first time, your friend need some serious professional help.
Gasoline-powered marital aids? Hmmm… You’d think the fumes might be a bit of a turn-off. Wouldn’t they be awfully noisy, too? I mean, look at the difference in noise levels between a gas-powered lawnmower and an electric one.
I can just visualize lines of men and women dressed in identical blue medical scrubs wearing paper slippers waiting to board the airline, clutching their tokens to be used for buying in-air bottled water, peanuts, and magazines. How we travel….
I’m a bit nieve here, but what’s a marital device?
I understood that much, just when you mentioned “gas powered” I became a bit confused.
RYC: I love that movie. Everytime I have hysterics through the one car chase scene…LOL
Speed metal? What the heck is that?
The things our foster girls listened to…..ugh. One word: HEADPHONES!! And not those crappy kinds that I can hear when it’s on full freakin’ blast, either!
Please don’t take away our marital devices!!! Take away our bottled water, our nail clippers, and other dangerous materials…but please …not the toys!
Please accept my deepest apologies for being mean in your dream…though I gotta tell ya, it kinda cracks me up that Im haunting your unconsciousness.
Oh and…Gasoline Powered Marital Devices? Where are these people going with such things? Whoopiepalooza?
Out of the mouths (or, er, ‘hands’) of babes
As for spontaneously combusting cats, sounds like much more fun that shaving their backs, painting on numbers, and racing them against each other across freshly waxed linoleum (er, not that I’ve ever done that! No, no, nooooo. Absolutely no cats were harmed during the composition of this blog comment. Did you hear that, Pamela Anderson? NO CATS HARMED! I MEAN THAT!! When I previously commented on another blog that cats [might or might not] taste like chicken, it was just HUMOR, DAMNIT!)