Soundtrack of my life

As a little girl, my dad was always going to car shows. Oldies wove itself into the tapestry of my life. If you have ever met me, knowing some of the songs that stuck in my mind early on may explain some of my quirks.

Early Childhood

Pink Shoelaces... Dodie Stevens
Chantilly Lace... The Big Bopper
Purple People Eater...
Yaketty Yak....
Gimme Dat Ding...



As I grew and developed my own collection of songs, I pulled many from the vinyl records that were available to me... Yes.. VINYL... AS IN RECORDS...

Adolescence

Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah

Anything Ray Stevens (Freddie Feelgood and his Funky little Five Piece Band, Mississippi Squirrel Revival, Jeremiah Peabody's Polyunsaturated Fast Acting Quick Dissolving Pleasant Tasting Green and Purple Pills)...

If You Wanna Be Happy For the Rest of Your Life (Never Make A Pretty Woman Your Wife)

Don't Worry, Be Happy

As I branched out in my teenage years, all of the above would pull me out of my requisite angst immediately. But so much weirdness was out there to discover


DJ Jazzy Jeff and The Fresh Prince
Weezer
Weird Al
Flaming Lips
Cindy Freaking Lauper
Sir Mix A Lot

I have slower, ecclectic, jazzy tunes that I like. I love almost all music... genre, beat, instruments aside.... But for all time and all seasons, nothing can bring this girl to the smiley face and immediate happy than the wackadoo tunes.

Just another peek into what makes this hippo tick.

The continuing adventures of Figurative Girl and Literal Boy

Neighbor Jenny dubber our eldest children (that still live at home) Figurative Girl and Literal Boy. Her daughter lives in a world where all things are possible and imaginary play if the preferred MO. My son looks at the world in mostly black and whites. Definites. He dislikes all the fantasy play (unless you are dueling him in Yu Gi Oh). Yesterday their exchange went a little like this:

Too Loud for All of the Great Outdoors (little sister, as she wanders up the sidewalk from the rear of the house): hmph... Figurative Girl and Literal Boy are having a conversation. BLAHHHHH BLAAAAHH BLAAHHHH (sings and dances away)

Tiny Person with Big Personality (baby brother): A WEEE YAH... let's play in the back yaaaaaaaard.....

Figurative Girl and Literal Boy enter scene

Figurative Girl: I was talking with Literal Boy about how close I could be to the swing without getting hit. I was confident that the unicorns would swoop in and protect me with magical rainbows...

Literal Boy: Based on my projected swing pattern, wind speeds, and her proximity to my feet, I knew this was going to end badly. I attempted to explain the risks...

In a jumble of their combined protests, it was discovered that contact had been made and Literal Boy's cheesestick snack had fallen to the ground half eaten. I offered him a replacement.

Literal Boy: I was only going to try one. If you give me another, it will not soothe me. I lost my appetite as the stick fell to the ground. Although, I am famished.

Figurative Girl: I tried to tell him I was sorry. But he said I had a 1% chance of learning anything. Ever.

*** Names, some portions of the actual dialogue, and snack preferences may have been changed to protect the innocent, amuse me more, or just for fun.***