What’s Your Theme Song?

theme music for lifeThis morning while my daughter sat in the car waiting for me to take her to school, I dramatically strutted to the car with “Stayin’ Alive” blasting from my iPhone. I believe everyone should have theme music surrounding them like a live clip from a movie. As soon as I got in the car, I realized my keys were inside and proceeded to complain how my whole entrance was now ruined.

You have to love a child that tells you to wait in the doorway while she cues up your song…and…ok…wait for it…ok now go. Returning to the car to my music again the scene was saved.

We giggled thinking how shoppers in the grocery store isle would react to us strutting down the aisle for a bag of sugar. “You’d have to try it,” she challenged. It is tempting, but it would have to be in a city I don’t live in for both our reputations’ sake. I love this girl who is my partner in absolute craziness.

What is my song?

She and I try to pick ringtone songs that match the person. She of course is Lady Gaga, and so what did she pick for me?

Madonna? No.
Coldplay? No.
Sexy and I Know It by LMFAO? Yes! What?

Imagine her hanging out with a group a friends when “I’m Sexy and I Know It” plays from her phone. As she reaches to answer she mentions “Oh that’s my Mom calling.” I guess I should take this as a compliment?

This image amused her until the day I actual DID call and her friends were standing around. I heard a whispered, panicked voice say “OMG I forgot I had that ring tone! I was standing in the middle of the gym!”

Songs Make You Feel

It is funny how songs emit a personality, spirit, and mood like nothing else. One push of a button and your mood can sway in the opposite direction simply based on some notes.

Music fills my house

Here is the part where I do a little mom bragging so excuse me.
My son plays piano and violin, but my daughter plays piano, violin, drums, electric guitar, and now saxophone. She also annoyingly plays the kitchen counter if that counts. There are days where my house sounds more like a jazz club, and I love it! Jamming out to her playing Guns N’ Roses’ Sweet Child O’ Mine on the guitar, I’m her biggest fan.

After having the saxophone for only 2 months, here she is in last night’s duet with a friend. They both learned the song by ear…no music. I present “Stereo Hearts” by Gym Class Heroes. When she’s famous one day, you can say you saw her here first.

My good friend Karen mentioned that she is looking forward to our having front row seats to something in the future as my musician rocks a stage somewhere. I’ll being looking for that shirt that says “I’m With the Band” that I can tie up in a knot on the side all “groupie” style.

What is your theme song?

Spreading Happiness One Wave At A Time

UPDATE: The Virtual Painting Heist of the Century fell apart on the way to the location due to:

  • Struggles over the radio controls
  • Whining “Are we there yet?” comments
  • A popcorn fight that required pulling over to the side of the road 3 times
  • A Krispy Kreme with the “Hot” light turned on

It was like taking twelve kids on a road trip. If you were waiting for the epic video, I apologize.

Excuses Excuses Excuses

Last week’s temporary insanity was directly related to Fuse’s week long Lady Gaga Marathon. My two Gaga-obsessed fans were hypnotized into watching the same videos over and over while I slowly emptied the Tylenol bottle.

Luckily Gagapolooza came to a screeching halt Monday night with

The Release of “Born This Way”

I feel like this picture.

When is the optimum time to rope off 1/2 of a Super Walmart to install new tile?

Obviously during Lady Gaga’s album release at midnight. Management must not be on Twitter.

The journey to the electronics department required navigating a maze of aisles blocked by either orange construction mesh or pallets of items for restocking. After passing the corn maze certification test, we found a group patiently browsing the DVDs and attempting to pretend they weren’t there for Lady Gaga. Is it embarrassing to like her if you are older than 22?

12:03 am and not a salesperson in sight

Just when it seemed hopeless, the bubble gum blowing college girl called the store and asked for the electronics department. GENIUS! We all giggled as the cashier seemed to appear out of nowhere and darted to grab the phone.

“Hello?” Hmmm…no one there.

Looking very puzzled, she noticed the large group staring at her.

“We are here for the new Lady Gaga album,” we announced.

“Who?” replied the cashier as she fumbled around behind the counter.

Nervously I looked for signs of my daughter’s “YOU DON’T KNOW WHO LADY GAGA IS?!?!!” rant which includes a 20 minute history of her career, a complete song list, and possibly a required video viewing from her iTouch. She’s a walking Gagapedia.

While paying for the limited edition, the Little Monster updated her Facebook status “GOT BORN THIS WAY!! 🙂 LADY GAGA!!”

Aaa…one of those touching moments that she will remember her whole life? Doubtful. A gain of Mom IOU points which come in handy when the dog throws up on the carpet? YES!

Remember when I took you to get the Lady Gaga CD at midnight?

Reinstating the Wave

Don’t ask why, but listening to Lady Gaga stirred up a memory of the old school hip hop move…The Wave. Remember it? Here’s a refresher: (Go to min 1:00 unless you are practicing it which is totally understandable because I couldn’t resist either.)

At least in my experience, dancers would do the wave toward another dancer…the signal that it was their turn to show off some break dancing moves. A cool “It’s your turn” if you will.

As I demonstrated the move, I explained to my daughter that I was passing her the wave and to catch it.

“Mom! Stop! That’s so embarrassing!”

She always says that when it’s just the two of us in the house…like someone is watching from a satellite with x-ray vision and they are going to post it on Facebook.

After passing her 20 unreturned waves throughout the day, it grew on her, and I caught both girls trying it out.

That’s when I got a brilliant idea

At the stoplight on the way to school I mentioned how giving someone the wave might make their day. She disagreed, so I passed her a wave and she laughed. Point proven.


Impatiently sitting at a stoplight after a bad day at work, Bob happens to look over at the crazy lady (me) in the car next to him and notices she is dancing in her seat (yes I do this…please still like me). She turns to look at Bob and passes the wave.

I’m thinking Bob catches it and dances with his hands in the air, and three lights down, he passes it on.

We could change the world one WAVE at a time

Soul Train Dancer Wannabe

Growing up during the exciting emergence of old school hip hop, I fondly remember the very first 45 record I bought with my own money: Double Dutch Bus. Hold on, I have to sing a few lines…

…There’s a double dutch bus comin’ down the street
Movin’ pretty fast, so kinda shuffle your feet…

Good times.

I looked forward to Saturday morning’s Soul Train and danced around the living room and down a pretend line of observers cheering me on.

Yes I have done break dancing…sort of

Ok not the spin on your head kind. A close friend of mine was (and still is) a rockin’ DJ who was a dancer in the only white break dancing group I knew of in the area. We’re talking the Grandmaster Flash days! There is a lot of pressure when your dance partner is that good, so I actually learned enough of the robot, cabbage patch, and running man to spoof them along with 2 other girls for a church youth group talent show. Strangely enough that never came up as a required skill in a job interview.

My kids wonder why I score so high on those moves on the Kinect dancing game. Shh…secret.

I love dancing! I could care less if I was the only white, female, over-40 dancer in the hip hop club. Doesn’t bother me.

So you can imagine how I am at home with no inhibitions. I drive my kids crazy blasting the stereo and dancing away…even while vacuuming. I yank the kids up off the couch to forcibly participate. If they play a song I like in their room, I bust through the door with a Soul-Train-type entrance. Unfortunately I get about 5 steps in before they shove me out. They can’t possibly appreciate talent like that when they see it.

So when my daughter showed me this commercial…I realized I missed my calling and should have developed my “talent” into becoming an advertising genius because this woman is me! Well not really me, but like me at home for sure if there was a hidden camera. Technically-speaking my daughter has video proof on her phone, but she knows if that circulates into the public eye, the phone is a goner. I got bids from family members on Facebook for it. Evil! Let’s just say it looks a bit like this:

Love Snoop Dog!

My kids have banned me from chaperoning any school dances, knowing that I would not be able to resist the temptation to break a move on the dance floor. Hip hop is 80% of the music in my car. Don’t worry…I have kids-in-the-car versions. My dream job would have to be working for Jay-Z.

What was the first song or album you purchased?

Did anyone else have Double Dutch Bus? Raise your hand proudly!