Where have I been?

Working, working....way too much. After a fun but exhausting summer, it's time to settle down and throw another blog on the fire (har har). Please stay tuned for more posts in the coming weeks...

Olya is dusting the wind

There a lots of websites out there about misheard song lyrics. In fact here is one I found recently. According to amiright.com, the award for the song with the most often misheard lyrics belongs to"Blinded by the Light" by Manfred Mann's Earth Band. Yup, you know how it goes, "Blinded by the light... wrapped up like a douche, another runner in the night..." What?? How can they get away with those lyrics??" I have thought to myself for the last 25 years of my life. That is until I found this site and learned that the actual, much tamer lyric is "Revved up like a duece." Oh, okay.

Wait a minute...what the hell does THAT mean?? I haven't heard the word "duece" since I played Go Fish with my grandfather back in 1983 (his word for a "two"). Sometimes the misheard lyrics make more sense than the real ones.

And sometimes it's dissappointing to learn the real lyrics to a song. When I was younger (I grew up in the 70's and 80's), I repeatedly misheard the lyric, "All we are is dust in the wind" as "Olya is dusting the wind." (Sorry Kansas.) I really was picturing some foreign girl named Olya dancing in a field with a big dust rag. In fact, I used to like to listen to the song while dusting (one of the many chores I was tasked with in my houshold.) I still really like the song, but once I discovered the real lyrics it was (and still is) very hard for me to stop hearing the old ones, the ones that bring back memories of my childhood.






When DD #1 was 2, she used to sing, "It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is BORING..." Who was I to correct her? And recently while singing the Hannah Montana song "This is the Life", she turned "It's all I need" into "It's all about me". Indeed, most of the time it is.

Misheard lyrics are definitely good for giggles (I can't believe someone heard "Billie Jean is not my lover" as "A big chair is up my butt"!) so I look forward to listening in (and laughing) as my kids continue to misinterpret old favorites. Rock on.

"Thar, she blogs!"

Let me start by saying that this blog really does not have any direction or purpose, other than for my own amusement. I figure I can check it every now and then to remember what I did the day before. Also, my kids provide some great comic relief and I always say to my DH, "I should write that down" but of course I never do. So,"viola!" at last I have a spot where I can keep track of some of these gems to look back on later. Case in point, a few weeks ago while I was getting dressed, my 4-year old DD asked me why I was wearing my boobs that day. Hmm. (If only they really could be removed at will !) Funny how just by being 4, she can get away with asking the tough questions. I of course had to break the news that I had no choice but to wear them every day, regardless of their fashion appeal.

Bottom line, I have learned more from my kids than they have learned from me. They've taught me to live in the moment, to cut to the chase, and that the object of the game is always to have as much fun as possible. They've also taught me that it's OK to wear a basket on my head if I feel like it.