Yo Gabba Gabba’s Biggest Fan

Yo Gabba Gabba’s biggest fan might actually be me, sadly.  I added all of the available music to my phone so Ava could listen it to on the way to and from daycare. Initially she was very excited.  But a few songs into yesterday’s commute I noticed a weird thing.  She was silent.  I turned around and she was contentedly sucking her thumb and looking out the window.  Meanwhile I had been singing along the entire time. I’m not sure how many songs we had gone through at that point, but it was at least four.  Naturally, I just assumed that she was tired, so I tried again this morning after our car routine.  The car routine, if you are curious, generally involves her telling me where we are going and who is going to be there, followed by her telling me everything she sees outside…trees, cars, buildings and sometimes and airplane.  And if we’re lucky, we’ll see a helicopter (a strange and also unexpected bonus of living near the District.) Beyond that the car ride varies depending on her mood. So this morning I put Yo Gabba Gabba back on, and started to sing along absent-mindedly as I drove and again discovered that I was singing along by myself.  She just didn’t care.  Until recently this was her favorite song (and mine too apparently:)

I asked her if she was ok and she was fine of course. I went down the list of things she likes to do in the car (sing songs, play the alphabet game, etc.) When she said no to everything I asked her if she’d like to listen to something different and she said “mommy put on Goyte please.”  So, at two years old my daughter is already cooler than me.  I have already started to cross the line when the parent becomes decidedly un-cool.  It’s only a matter of time until I become embarrassing. No more street cred over here folks.

 

I Wanna Dance With Somebody

I am so sad about my namesake.  Why Whitney Houston, why??  I mean, I guess everyone could have guessed it after years of drug use, but I am still so sad about it.  They have not officially released the cause of death, but that’s my assumption. In a weird way, she’s always kind of been there.  I grew up listening to her because of my mother, and my bff Ryan and I used to listen to her while we played video games. That was actually a little weird and maybe I shouldn’t be mentioning it, but whatever.  Sorry Ryan.  But he loved the Bodyguard soundtrack and we would sit there and listen to it and play Sonic the Hedgehog on Sega.  And then never tell anyone else.  Adolescence is hard on everyone people.  My girlfriends and I had every song  committed to memory.  One of my best friends Diana used to belt out I Wanna Dance With Somebody. Like really belt it out.  We all used to laugh so hard.

I tried to read American Psycho in my early 20s.  It was the only book I have ever tried to read and not been able to get through.  Well written, but too gruesome for me. I’m a wuss that way. But the chapter about Whitney Houston is great. I think I will pull it out just to read the part where he talks about “The Greatest Love Of  All.”

Diana and I stole the line from Clueless when Dionne said that she and Cher were both “named after divas.”  But now my diva is gone! What am I going to do now?  I was much too old to actually be named after Whitney Houston of course. I was at least five before she made it big.  But I’m still going to pretend that I was anyway.

I just sent my husband to the store for wine.

 

Oh Happy Day

I am in an incredibly good mood today.  I just had a lovely lunch with my dear friend who I haven’t seen in ages and we discussed our New Year resolutions.  Mine, “Do Not Engage” and his, “No Comment.”  We’re both doing amazingly well I’m happy to report.  I also get to leave work early today to pick up Ava and I’m heading for sunshine in a few days.  And now that the SOPA nonsense has died down, work has calmed down a bit too. You may or may not have noticed that I blacked out my blog on Wednesday.  SOPA been one of our biggest issues at work lately (I told you I was a tech-nerd) and we’re all in a kind of celebratory mood over here today because Congress came to their senses for a moment and pushed off the vote this week.  If you aren’t aware of it, SOPA stands for Stop Online Piracy Act.  And it was going to be terrible. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stop_Online_Piracy_Act

God help me I am talking about work.  I  must stop this nonsense right now.

I used to listen to this Killer’s song on repeat.  And its making the rounds on my happy playlist today.  So I share with you:

HAPPY FRIDAY EVERYONE.

What is this noise?

I don’t even know who this chick is and she’s already been through a public rehab stint?  Sheesh.  Do you have to go to rehab these days to be famous? Are there any role models left out there? I don’t know, but I do know is this is the worst thing I’ve ever heard.  Be warned, it gets worse as it goes along.  I thought my ears might bleed towards the end when she started to really break it down.

 

Bizarre takes bizarre and runs with it

I saw this a few days ago and wanted to share and totally forgot about it.  Stupid New Years brain.  But here are the Flaming Lips covering the Beatles “I am the Walrus.”  I’m a huge Beatles nerd, but this is one of my least favorite songs.  Leave it to the Flaming Lips to take a weird song and make it even weirder.  I want to like the Flaming Lips sometimes, but their fans are much too infuriating.  Go to a concert and tell me you feel differently.  It’s like being trapped in a room with a pack of furries. And if you don’t know what a furry is, I’m not the person to tell you.  They creep me out too much.  You’ll just have to google. Except for the people who are dressed up like aliens.  Because they are there too.

Flaming Lips fan:

More Muppets Madness

Ok Go does the Muppet Theme Song.  Ava and I both love this one:

Dancing With An iPod in Public

I’m sure everyone has seen this already but I’m posting anyway.  I love this guy.  A lot.

Happy Monday

from the Happy Mondays.

 

Today could potentially be a big day for me.  But I’m keeping it a secret for now so I don’t jinx myself.  In the meantime, I’ve got my fingers crossed that I don’t have to hear anymore about Kim Kardashian this week.