I wasn't sure what I was going to blog about this evening, and then I was looking for a video on YouTube of Elvis singing "I've Lost You." (Someone read my ditty and said they didn't know the original so I was researching.) The video was a slideshow that some fan made to his song. A minute or so into it, along came some shots of him in his Vegas-y jumpsuits. You know, the ones that open down to the waist? Yeah, those. Well those photos reminded me of a kick my girls (and Sunshine, bahaha, sorry, just kidding or am I?) are on right now. Are you scared?
They are on this kick right now where they are VERY amused by the fact that men have (or should have) hairy chests. It's not exactly news to them, but they just think it's about the funniest thing ever. Well, we were listening to the "Mamma Mia" Soundtrack and track number 5 began to play. (Yeah I got the numbers down, wooo!) Track number five is "Our Last Summer" and at the end, Sophie sings "And now you're working in a bank, a family man, a football fan, and your name is Harry." The girls have heard this for weeks, but the other night they said, "His name's HARRY?" (giggle, giggle) And then Megan reaches down, says,
"Get it?" ::pantomimes ripping her shirt open and thrusts her chest out:: "HAIRY??" And they laughed hysterically.
Ok, really it was me pantomiming. Wait no. No it was really her. But I was DEFINITELY in on the hysterical laughing. For different reasons than them, (I was laughing at THEM; THEY were laughing at hairy chests! LOL) but still laughing!
Whilst (I like saying that word, whilst, whilst, whilst) I'm here...and talking about things that make me laugh hysterically... (one day I'll talk about something that's really in my heart but right now the hysterical laughter thing is working for me)... WHILST I'm here, etc., I'd like to share yet another YouTube video, that quite frankly, could make the sourest person roll on the floor (It's TOTALLY worth spelling ROFL out...THAT funny!)
Ok, I just went looking for it and YouTube has discontinued it, BUT I found it on another site, thanks to our friends at Google. So I guess it's not really a YouTube video now, is it? Anyway, you won't recognize a word of it, unless you're fluent in Finland-ese. (Finnish?? What DO they speak??) But you will know the song and ... well ... just trust me ... and watch the whole thing. Laughter is a good aerobic activity!
And just for the record, the charm of this video is totally unrelated to the fact that the man's name is GREGorius and he's wearing a yellow shirt and black shorts. Really. It doesn't. No I'm serious. That wasn't sarcasm. Go watch the video.
http://www.kewego.com/video/iLyROoaftOcC.html
You can thank me later. :D
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Ditty Time
Well, this is NOT "Mamma Mia," but my thoughts got derailed before I sat down with lyrics to any of the songs of "Mamma Mia." This idea suddenly came to me, so I sat down and just wrote it out.
It amused me. (Yay! I'm my own entertainment!! I wonder if I can get my own autograph, hardy har har.)
Well here it is. It's entitled:
“I've Lost It”
To the tune of “I've Lost You” (Think Elvis...or better yet, think Greg! He used to have it as a demo on his site. Just enough to leave us begging.)
Entering the room I can't remember
The reason I got up and came this way.
Seems like more and more I start conversing
With no idea what I'd thought to say.
Ohhh I've lost it yes I've lost it.
I can't think straight anymore
I don't know what was for breakfast
and I get lost at the grocery stooore...
Who can tell me where I parked my caaar?
And who can tell me where I laid my phone?
Once my mind was sharp, I had no proooblems
But now it seems I'm in the Twilight Zone.
Ohhh I've lost it yes I've lost it.
I can't think straight anymore
I don't know what was for breakfast
and I get lost at the grocery stooore...
Ohhh I've lost it yes I've lost it.
I can't think straight anymore
I don't know what was for breakfast
and I get lost at the grocery stooore...
Ten o'clock, my tummy will be groooowling
And with good cause. Whoops! I forgot to eat!
Made a list of things I must remember
If I could find it, that would be so sweet!
Ohhh I've lost it yes I've lost it.
I can't think straight anymore
I don't know what was for breakfast
and I get lost at the grocery stooore...
Ohhh I've lost it yes I've lost it.
I can't think straight anymore
I don't know what was for breakfast
and I get lost at the grocery stooore...
Ohhh I've lost it yes I've lost it.
I can't think straight anymore
I don't know what was for breakfast
and I get lost at the grocery stooore...
It amused me. (Yay! I'm my own entertainment!! I wonder if I can get my own autograph, hardy har har.)
Well here it is. It's entitled:
“I've Lost It”
To the tune of “I've Lost You” (Think Elvis...or better yet, think Greg! He used to have it as a demo on his site. Just enough to leave us begging.)
Entering the room I can't remember
The reason I got up and came this way.
Seems like more and more I start conversing
With no idea what I'd thought to say.
Ohhh I've lost it yes I've lost it.
I can't think straight anymore
I don't know what was for breakfast
and I get lost at the grocery stooore...
Who can tell me where I parked my caaar?
And who can tell me where I laid my phone?
Once my mind was sharp, I had no proooblems
But now it seems I'm in the Twilight Zone.
Ohhh I've lost it yes I've lost it.
I can't think straight anymore
I don't know what was for breakfast
and I get lost at the grocery stooore...
Ohhh I've lost it yes I've lost it.
I can't think straight anymore
I don't know what was for breakfast
and I get lost at the grocery stooore...
Ten o'clock, my tummy will be groooowling
And with good cause. Whoops! I forgot to eat!
Made a list of things I must remember
If I could find it, that would be so sweet!
Ohhh I've lost it yes I've lost it.
I can't think straight anymore
I don't know what was for breakfast
and I get lost at the grocery stooore...
Ohhh I've lost it yes I've lost it.
I can't think straight anymore
I don't know what was for breakfast
and I get lost at the grocery stooore...
Ohhh I've lost it yes I've lost it.
I can't think straight anymore
I don't know what was for breakfast
and I get lost at the grocery stooore...
CURSE YOU AQUA what???
I know, I know, I've threatened with ditties, but tonight's blog is dedicated to a little "happening" in our house this afternoon.
It went something like this...
I sent the girls into the living room to clean up the uhhhh fallout from the weekend. (Imagine Pollys and Lincoln Logs, etc., all over the place.) Alli went in and plopped down to dig into the mess. She immediately starts howling. My first thought is that she'd hurt one of her feet that she opened a door onto earlier today, which ripped some skin off and turned it some pretty colors. But I wasn't considering her ummm tendency to be a teeny weeny heckuva lot dramatic. She reaches beneath one of her feet and holds up for inspection one of the smaller Lincoln Logs. Then suddenly she bellows...yes, I said BELLOWS...as she shakes the log in the air...
"CURSE YOU, AQUA SCOTT!!!" Bahahaha. (This isn't her first time saying that, but it kills me when she does. Maybe I'm easily amused.)
Megan and I can't help ourselves, and we tell her, "It's 'Curse you, Aqua SCUM.'"
"WHO CARES!!" (Yes, more bellowing.)
So I poke my head around the corner (I'd already left the howler and gone into the kitchen) and I said, "Apparently WE care."
A minute later she comes into the kitchen with the Lincoln Log and says, "I'm gonna punish you, Aqua Scott." And she took it and threw it up against the wall.
Just a teeny weeny heckuva lot dramatic.
C'est la vie chez Hillary.
...now I'll go and see about one of those ditties.... I's gots an idea.
P.S. - "Curse you, Aqua Scum!" is a line from Nemo. Shame on those of you who don't know.
It went something like this...
I sent the girls into the living room to clean up the uhhhh fallout from the weekend. (Imagine Pollys and Lincoln Logs, etc., all over the place.) Alli went in and plopped down to dig into the mess. She immediately starts howling. My first thought is that she'd hurt one of her feet that she opened a door onto earlier today, which ripped some skin off and turned it some pretty colors. But I wasn't considering her ummm tendency to be a teeny weeny heckuva lot dramatic. She reaches beneath one of her feet and holds up for inspection one of the smaller Lincoln Logs. Then suddenly she bellows...yes, I said BELLOWS...as she shakes the log in the air...
"CURSE YOU, AQUA SCOTT!!!" Bahahaha. (This isn't her first time saying that, but it kills me when she does. Maybe I'm easily amused.)
Megan and I can't help ourselves, and we tell her, "It's 'Curse you, Aqua SCUM.'"
"WHO CARES!!" (Yes, more bellowing.)
So I poke my head around the corner (I'd already left the howler and gone into the kitchen) and I said, "Apparently WE care."
A minute later she comes into the kitchen with the Lincoln Log and says, "I'm gonna punish you, Aqua Scott." And she took it and threw it up against the wall.
Just a teeny weeny heckuva lot dramatic.
C'est la vie chez Hillary.
...now I'll go and see about one of those ditties.... I's gots an idea.
P.S. - "Curse you, Aqua Scum!" is a line from Nemo. Shame on those of you who don't know.
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