Thursday, February 01, 2007

Record Player

Hi, Ya'll! I'm not dead, just busy and preoccupied!
Here's an email exchange my sister and I just had:

Sarah:
Doug reports that this morning in the car Harrison said, "Daddy, set up the iPod." because he wanted to hear a certain song. [The Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Song by the Flaming Lips.] HAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH

Val:
"Set up the iPod!" What?!?! In our day, it was, "Sarah, sing Madonna songs until dad yells at us to shut up!"
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Val is talking about this game we used to play on car trips--car trips with sticky vinyl seats, no air conditioning, FM radio, and endless AM sports play-by-plays emanating from the front seat. We called this game "Record Player." I would sit with both of my arms in from of me, crooked at elbow so they formed a U shape. Val would request a song, I would do a jukebox, record-dropping impression, and start singing.

We were very creative, but my Dad was not impressed.

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Harrison's favorite demands are Weezer, The Flaming Lips, The Beatles, and Islands. Yesterday, Doug turned him on to The Butthole Surfers.

He has better taste than we ever did.

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Image: Val, this one's for you.


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Originally uploaded by Hoops2.
"I want to read the newspaper on the potty like Grandpa."

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Three Point Discussion on Harrison and Rudolph

1. Harrison refuses to watch Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer because "The snowman guy [The Abominable] is too scary!"

2. Harrison calls Rudolph either "Dolphin" or "Rudolphin."

3. Harrison rejects Doug's song Rudolphin the Red-Nosed Porpoise: "No, DADA! Reindeer!"

"A lifetime of sleepless nights"

I'm sure by now you have all read about the pregnancy of Dick Cheney's daughter Lesbian Mary.

My first comment is incredibly cerebral: HAHA, Bush and Cheney, you morons!

Here are my other, only slightly more compelling thoughts:

The fact that I even know about Mary Cheney's pregnancy and that it is considered "news" enough to warrant an entire article on CNN pisses me off. Mary Cheney's pregnancy is none of my business, and it's certainly not remotely within the realm of decency for conservative and fundamentalist pundits to publicly condemn her and her wife for starting a family.

I've been reading Barrack Obama's newest book, The Audacity of Hope, and in the first chapter he writes about exactly how politics came to be paralyzed by flash point issues such as, among other things, gay marriage (read: gay family rights). And with such inappropriate public scrutiny and inflammatory rhetoric given credence on a national website, is it any wonder that this paralysis is sustained? I read this article, and now I want to cause physical harm to those fundamentalist assholes.

Mary Cheney and her wife are not celebrities. And I didn't hear these pundits raising a battle cry when K-Fed kept popping out kids.

This whole event makes me ashamed of my heterosexual pregnancy privilege. I freak out when a stranger wants reassurance that I'm not carrying twins due tomorrow. I never have to worry that someone is going to call my pregnancy "unconscionable." UGH.