March 22, 2007
Gee-oh, Gee-oh
I'm unclear on these new Child Abuse laws....
Do they include exposing my son to 80's rock?
Because, if so, I am in deep trouble.
Spring came out from behind its rock the other day and viciously attacked us with bright sun, a warming Earth, and a couple dozen purple-and-orange crocuses waving from the front yard.
As we drove from yon to hither and back (the parent's lament), I rolled down the windows and turned up the radio. Flipping through the usual channels because I wasn't in the mood for RadioDisney (which is evil) or classical. I wanted peppy, light.
I got the Police.
As the guitar and drums rolled into the speaker, he shouted from the back "this one, Mommy! This song!" and I wondered if it was a bad thing that he a) recognizes most of the songs from "Ghost in the Machine"? b) and can sing them all by heart?
Nah.
Once upon a time, this album played over and over again during a party at my house Senior year and a guy name Steve and I crawled under the pool table to avoid some inanity and ended up kissing. Steve, compared to the guys I had known before, was a very good kisser.
And though it meant nothing more than that, "Every Little Thing She Does is Magic" will forever remind me of being tucked under Steve's arm, hearing him sing some lyrics, and feeling his lips, and smiling while we kissed.
Until now.
Now that memory is going to fight with the one from an early Spring day. A day before the night when we would get to meet the author Mary Pope Osborne. The afternoon we raked out the front yard and laid down extra soil and fertilizer for our last spring in the big blue house. The day we stopped for the 2nd time in a week for Slushies on the way home.
The day my 6-year-old belted out, in tune and on melody, "I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day. And ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way..."
And a moment of misty, thinking, thinking - someday, you know, he might.
And then it was time to sing the "Gee-oh, gee-oh" part.
So I did.
Except, he shouted from the back, "Mommy! It's Hee-o! Hee-o!"
I firmly believe that he should be 7 before I let him win one of these arguments. So I just shook my head in beat and belted out (off key) "Its a big enough umbrella; but its always me that ends up getting wet!"
He giggled.
Gee-oh!
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Good morning dear. As one of your friends who remembers the context of that song, it's fun to think of it again.
Of course my girl was insisting that it's LEGENDARY that she got to see the Police on the Grammy's, and that she'd do *anything* to get tickets to the tour :-). The funniest was when she wanted to know if the Clash might open for them! So I guess we're both going to jail together - the charge - "musical curroption of elementary school kids'.
I'm also the dad that is legendary @ her school for pulling up to school with the windows down and the subwoofer blaring while we played the Ramones. The Middle Schoolers we're in true awe that her old man was soooo cool. :-). I have no where to go but down from here of course.
BTW, love the hair, give your men a peace out for me.
P.S - The girl has discovered 'Men @ Work' now, so I'm cool all over again. Someday I might even tell her about midnight ice cream runs, but then you'd have to give the okay on that one!
Posted by: The Ranbir at March 22, 2007 03:28 AM (wKKQJ)
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It's only abuse if you make them listen to Devo.
Posted by: rootietoot at March 22, 2007 07:38 AM (8HFof)
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Don't feel bad. You would never find a baby classical music cd in my car, but for a while we listened to Veggie Tales. After enough God-loving tunes, I finally broke down. When someone at school asked our son his favorite song he responded, "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me & You ain't nothing but a gold-digger."
Posted by: FENICLE at March 22, 2007 12:39 PM (/ul+F)
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It's not only you doing the corrupting. My 7 yr old knows more Rush song lyrics than his Dad does. All my fault. However I am a smidge worried... the other day (BEA-OO-TI-FUL weather) after I picked him up from school with all the windows down, he asks me if 2112 is in the CD player and can I put on "Temples of Syrinx". Is 7 too young to be a hard rocker like his mommy? And... should I worry about where this is going to progress to by the time he's driving on his own?
I think I'm just going to pull a Scarlett O'Hara on this one and worry about it tommorrow.
Posted by: Cathy at March 22, 2007 02:30 PM (Bc4Lg)
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Any music other than the rap is good. Avoid rap at all cost or purchase the very best ear plugs. Love your hair. I wish I was blond to be able to have all of those neat colors to play with. I'd love to have a purple stripe but it would be wasted on my dark brown hair. Don't listen to the prior post, I love Devo.
Posted by: LeeAnn at March 23, 2007 11:05 AM (JQe3J)
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March 06, 2007
I Am Waiting For Vizzini
When I was in my 20's, I did a little too much
Princess Bride. Yeah, at first I would tell myself that I was only gonna watch it on the weekends. Then, the next thing you know, I was loading the movie on random Tuesdays - telling myself it was OK, because I'd had a hard day.
I found myself slipping quotes into inappropriate situations; "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned... I got involved in a land war. In Asia." "Have fun storming your wedding!" "Sir, you use the word 'incompetant' a lot. I do not think it means what you think it means."
I made my dad and grandmother go with me to a Mandy Patinkin concert once. Thank God that man can actually sing, because I didn't check beforehand. It could have been so, so, so very bad.
I knew I couldn't make excuses anymore once I found myself late at night... following updates of Cary Elwe's career.
Yes, I knew I needed help.
I just didn't know how to ask.
I go through these phases, these little obsessions. Little. Well, compared to a tsunami, maybe. Princess Bride, wedding flowers, Al Green songs, Dawson's Creek, Tom Selleck, quiche, General Hospital, Lyle Lovett...
It's pretty obvious that I have a problem. Problems. These additictions, indulgences that waste time. That I should give up, probably. And grow up.
Except the Tom Selleck thing. Tom Selleck, I'll never surrender. He was my poster-boy crush back in the day and everyone gets one poster-boy crush. It's in the by-laws.
So somehow these past few months I've pushed myself away from my silliness. Soaked myself up in the rest of my life. Got serious about freelancing, homeschooling, facing what needs to be done. And if I allowed myself a TiVo'd soap opera, then I would only allow myself to watch it fast forward - reading the subtitles to save time.
And, damn.
I'm here to say... I'm here to witness. Girl gets dull and overpointy when she rakes all the fluff outta life.
The other day, I just gave up and TiVo'd a bunch of Alias reruns. In the dark of the night, I made a bowl of salsa and chips and curled up with Michael Vartan.
Well, you know what I mean.
It's good to be back.
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HAHAHAHHHHA!
Seriously, I LOVE the Princess Bride. It was the favorite movie of the ENTIRE student body at Caltech in the late 90s.
So what you're saying is that you have been _mostly_ dead?
Posted by: caltechgirl at March 06, 2007 03:30 PM (r0kgl)
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'Allo....
So why exactly is an addiction to the Princess Bride bad???? I can't wait for the day when my kids understand all of the jokes so I can pass on the addiction.
Posted by: Cathy at March 07, 2007 02:48 AM (Bc4Lg)
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I am with Cathy, what the problem with the Princess Bride addiction again??

It is good to have some harmless addictions. Something that makes you feel a little different, a little more alive. Chips and salsa are the bonus part.
Now I'm hungry!
Posted by: Michele at March 07, 2007 03:31 AM (5VGFA)
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I'm glad I'm not the only weirdo out here... I know EXACTLY what you mean. I just recently got an addiction for myself after about 4 years without one -- Grey's Anatomy. I rented all the DVDs of past seasons and now 8:00 on Thursday's I try really hard to watch it. And i am so much happier because of it. My husband asked why I like it so much and all I could say was "it makes me feel more like I'm connected to the "life"." Isn't that strange?? TV land makes me feel more of life?? I think its because so much 'life' (well, fake life) happens in that one hour compared to my boring life where that much doesn't happen in a whole year.
Posted by: Kelly at March 07, 2007 04:54 AM (VPwLk)
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You're back! I've missed you so much! Perhaps you are my addiction?
Posted by: Tammy at March 07, 2007 09:48 AM (xO2S4)
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Never saw Princess Bride but I use to see Tom Selleck all the time since we lived in the same neighbor in Hawaii....the man is HOT and very nice.
Posted by: LeeAnn at March 07, 2007 10:17 AM (JQe3J)
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My name is Innego (sp) Montoya! You killed my father, prepare to die!
Hehehe. Nothing wrong with a little Princess Bride
Posted by: Sam at March 07, 2007 02:30 PM (tzase)
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Right ... if you were going to do all of that andd cut the fun out of life ... you might as well go back to work! LOL.
Posted by: Monica C. at March 08, 2007 07:18 AM (PaLQU)
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