I am talking about the Presidential candidates and their views on homeschooling over at New England Mamas today.
FollowSing Along
January 4, 2008
Karaoke is a bad, bad thing. Never mind that while on vacation this summer, Fairly Odd Father and I got on stage (separately! twice!) and sang ridiculous songs like Hollaback Girl (me) and Tainted Love (him). The most sobering thing was seeing kids sing lyrics that were way too old for them.
The girls all loved the High School Musical songs, especially the slow ones about love (or should I say, LUV). The boys either stayed off the stage or sang backup in groups. There was one notable exception: a teenage boy who sang a song about a shotgun, too much liquor and the wasted life.
And then. . .a group of giggly 11-year-old girls, wearing flip-flops, tank tops and braces got up and sang this to the crowd of frozen adults and lip-syncing kids:
Right now he’s probably slow dancing with a bleach blond tramp,
and she’s probably getting frisky…
right now, he’s probably buying her some fruity little drink
cause she can’t shoot whiskey…
Right now, he’s probably up behind her with a pool-stick, showing her how to shoot a combo…
And he don’t know…
That I dug my key into the side
of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats…
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires…
Maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.
Yes, no one knows revenge, name-calling and bitterness like your typical 11-year-old girl.
Singing lyrics that are too “big” for the one singing isn’t anything new, though. I remember loving the song, Afternoon Delight, and having no idea they were singing about a mid-day quickie. I thought that ZZ Top’s Pearl Necklace was about jewelry. Songs like Rod Stewart’s Hot Legs or Billy Squier’s The Stroke were just fun to sing, and I didn’t really ponder their meaning.
So, now I’m a mom. And, of course all of this is going to bite me in the ass. I just expected it to come out of the mouth of my 6 year old. Instead, I heard my 4-year old singing an Avril Lavigne song called “Girlfriend” the other day (as it was playing on the ‘Kids’ digital music station on our TV). The chorus goes like this:[Chorus]
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I don’t like your girlfriend!
No way! No way!
I think you need a new one
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I could be your girlfriend
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I don’t like your girlfriend!
No way! No way!
I think you need a new one
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I could be your girlfriend
(amazingly profound lyrics, aren’t they?)
I think it would’ve been enough for me to hear Jilly singing these words, but alas, that wasn’t the case. Instead, she was jumping around the room singing, at the top of her lungs:
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I’m your naked girlfriend!
I’m your naked girlfriend!
Yes, should be an interesting adolescence in this household.
Stepping and Diets
January 1, 2008
UPDATE: I broke 5,000 steps yesterday! (you may need to see here if you have no idea what I’m doing “breaking steps”).
And, on this day of New Year’s Resolutions, I’m talking about how I refuse to diet over at New England Mamas.
Happy New Year to all of you! Hope 2008 is your best year ever.
