...that my father is auditioning for a band that plays in clubs and bars, and is looking to get a semi-permanent gig in Atlantic City, or that the kindergarten through second grade population at the school I work at knows the words to "Hollaback Girl" better than those to "God Bless the USA" or even "All Together Now" as sung by the Muppets. Though in their defense, they also knew the words to the songs from Shrek better too.
Last week was probably the busiest week of school event-wise we will have all year...a laser show Tuesday morning, taking our class swimming at the Y on Wednesday, and spending almost all Thursday at the Special Olympics Gymnastics event. Needless to say, by St. Patrick's Day on Friday, we didn't want to do much of anything and the kids were going nuts. All week I kept falling asleep at about 5:00 for at least a half-hour, it was nuts.
And because Blogger was going sort of nuts the last time I tried to sign on, I now have a billion books to post on:
Otherland, River of Blue Fire, by Tad Williams.
Night Work, by Laurie R. King.
The Unicorn Sonata, by Peter S. Beagle, of The Last Unicorn fame.
I'd have to check the list to make sure this is all...more on them later when I have more time to post.
These Johari Window things are interesting, since I (and everyone I know) is a bit preoccupied with how other people see me (them)... check it out.
Tattoo Barbie!
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Well, I can't say that I'm a huge fan of "Hollaback Girl," though to be honest I don't know the words to that well enough to make an informed objection, but really, "God Bless the USA," assuming it's that "And I'm proud to be an American, where at least I know I'm free" song, is the quite possibly the worst song ever. I hate it so much, and all I have to do is hear the vaguest whisper of a suggestion that it might be played somewhere in the universe and it gets stuck in my head. So I can't say I'm disappointed if it is loosening its stranglehold on the youth of our nation.
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