thoughts on karaoke

Last night we had a fun ladies night doing karaoke at Native New Yorker. This was my third time in a public karaoke setting. I have come to the following conclusions.

* Country songs are more boring than ever at kareoke night
* Vanilla Ice will always be a crowd pleaser
* I am much better at drumming than singing
* It's best that one not close his eyes when singing that love song
* Love songs put the room to sleep
* The people who sing and walk around the room at the same time are awesome
* The people who sing rap songs well totally rock
* Alicia really wants to sing Waterfall by TLC
* Someone needs to give it all they have with a New Kids On The Block song so I can laugh so hard I pee
* I really want to sing Particle Man by They Might Be Giants
* I will only sing songs with boy singers
* I will go again
* Mike better go and sing Billy Idol or Alanis Morrisett
* It wasn't that different of a feeling compared to playing Rock Band
* It's kind of fun to dare to do something that scares you, like singing poorly in front of strangers
* Everyone loves The Violent Femmes
* Heavy Metal songs are entertaining if you have a die hard fan for the singer

He does it a LOT better:

mellow music

I like this band. Paper Route. The video for Carousel is pretty neat. I find it comforting when a video matches the feeling of the song. Success in this case.

upon much deliberation

Over the course of several months I have been thinking about whether or not I like this band. Sitting on the fence for a while about it, if you will. And this ridiculous hairdo she has makes it easy to resist. But I have come to a decision. I like Paramore. And you might, too. Just may have to give it some time.

Check them out here or here and here.

best mom's day ever

My kindergartener came home with all sorts of awesomeness for me today from school! These were by far the best gems ever. I want to frame the picture.

I would love to have been in his head to picture where the inspiration came from for my blue little circle boobs. They totally rock.

breakdancing

One of the short people in the family left Motorcycle Riding Spiderman on the table just like so. It's as if he was frozen in the middle of a bold breakdancing move that might involve some shoulder spinning action of head spins.

there she goes again with the TMI

I read on Dooce today about her experience jumping into a spin class without really knowing what she was getting into. That happened to me recently as well. And you know, it was just as challenging as she describes it.

Only.

I would highly recommend one not try the spin class for the first time the day after getting a Brazilian. Not so wise. Incredibly uncomfortable. Painful. Was wishing for a pillow. Thought about sitting on my arm. But didn't want to fall off the bike.

Why is that akward girl sitting on her arm?

Oh, I dunno but something about the way she was trying to ride the bike reminded me of Long Duck Dong.

Prop 100. Again.

Tuesday I went to a Chandler School District meeting that outlined the budget cuts that will be made even if Prop 100 passes. We looked at all the cuts that have been made prior to this year already. Then a look at what happens if Prop 100 doesn't pass. It was scary to say the least.

At the end a reporter spoke with me about some comments I made and ended up quoting me in her article. I loved meeting her, envy her job, and I am happy she is covering the story.

Read it here.

If you didn't do mail-in, please vote May 18th.

it's been a really good week

I love being a mom. I've had a lot of fun with it- this week especially.

First love letter!

"to Zane Fum . Matti. {heart- colored in carefully} like you Zane."

We promptly put it up in his room. I love school. His backpack each day is like a treasure trove. It's normally filled with scraps of paper that say 'I love mom' or words he copied off another paper.

I adore this little girl- I totally spied her on the field trip and she's adorable. Don't even think I will hesitate to sneak a photo of her at today's field day. ps. we were super happy to discover 'Matti' was in fact a girl, not a boy.

informative letter to daughter

Dear Sylvia,

One day you may fall in love. And marry. And may want and perhaps be blessed to grow a baby and have a family. If so, you may also choose to breastfeed. If you do, I will commend you because it is an adjustment to say the least. And I want you to know I warned you. That one morning when your milk comes in for the first time your breasts will pretty much resemble this grapefruit by texture, size, and weight. And it really hurts. And your husband's eyes will get wide as saucers and his smile will consume his face and he will say SWEET JEEBUS while rubbing his hands together in delight! And you will curse him for the thought of even coming near them. But! It goes away. The pain and lumpy bits and all. And you might even do it all over again. And again.