Home again

I'm home.

I'm tired.

I'm goin' to bed!

Hot, hot, hot!

Well, warm actually. Nice and toasty over in the hills of West Virginia, or at least it was until the storms came through this afternoon, but still 20 degrees warmer than at home! Mr. FixIt is already home; he rode the bike home earlier today. He called late this afternoon and said it was nice to be in cooler weather again.
BAH HUMBUG!! Crank it up!! 80+ has been great!!

We did a little riding today before the storms were too strong. Then came home and cleaned up, ate some yummy leftovers from the humongous feast yesterday, and I did a little bit of work this evening. All in all another tiring day but fun, filled with food, lots of laughter, dust, goofiness and plenty of smart remarks from my dad of course. The "King" knows all and is not afraid to tell all...just watch out if he asks you to hold his teeth!!

Dirt in my nails, dust up my nose...

Ok, I missed a couple days of blogging...sue me. I was trekking the rugrats to the hills of West BYGod Virginny to ma and pa's house Thursday afternoon. Always chaos. Always lots of food. Always some laughing. Our running around yesterday of course included a stop at the barn for a couple hours. Also a stop to the shop where Dad fixed me up with some new tires :-D I just asked him to make sure they aren't going to take my whole stimulus check to pay for the suckers! Mr. FixIt put new shocks on my truck two weeks ago, now new tires (which it really needed before winter...can you say--STRETCH a little longer? At least I didn't have steel hanging out of my tires from a bare belt like my sister showed up one year! If you read this girlie, sorry, but it's true) and WOW, like a whole new truck! Woohoo!

Today we went to a cutting competition of some friends of mom's (cutting calves=separating one at a time from the herd and the horse has to really "work" to keep the calf separated) and then we made a DQ pit stop for some lunch, stopped at home for a bit, changed and back to the barn. Of course plenty in there to brush, and give attention to which is always my dream. I could live in the barn to exist only to brush, groom and muck stalls all day. So I have to get in as much as I can while I'm here. People around home don't like it when a random strange person just shows up to groom, lol. Oh and the babies, two babies that are just getting use to being handled and worked with, wow, they are fast, ornery little buggers but they are just beautiful! One white and sorrel paint, just the cutest thing on four legs! When mom finishes grooming one side of her and starts to tap out her brushes, that little thing flips around so her other side is ready! She does that every time mom taps her brush and curry out, she spins around! Hysterical! Then there is a gorgeous buckskin filly, just over a year old I think, and boy is she feisty! We have to brush her through the stall gate for right now and you'd better keep an eye on your arms, legs, and hair with that one! WHEW! Of course with all the brushing and fun stuff, there were water buckets to be filled, and pony's stall to clean out, which mom and Mr. FixIt worked on that, treats to be passed around, and Mr. E took care of feeding everyone. I took pony-aka Goliath- and cleaned him up and pulled his wild mane a bit. We did get to ride a bit, just a little bareback today. The kids do very well for only getting to the barn a few times a year. Brittany has pretty good seat, and she's up to trotting correctly though not bareback yet. We even got mom to ride this time! Actually, Mr. FixIt was there to give assistance/leg up for her, and she wasn't going to win in a fight with both of us. She loves to ride but has had knee trouble in the past though she's 75 pounds lighter than she was last time she rode so with her friends there also cajoling her on, she did it! :-D I usually ride her horse Reefie just a bit in the arena to exercise (both of us-leg workout!) and sometimes I ride the trails around the farm with mom's friends, but I haven't visited in a while so I probably won't trail this time. I'm happy just getting on/warming up/working out. I don't have to see countryside. :-D

We got back to the house, ate dinner, then worked on mom's roses, weeding around them and setting up trellises for her HUGE black and red rose bushes. She figured over 300 buds on just one bush! We planted her miniature roses from Mother's Day and the kids picked up sticks to burn. We admired the cherry, peach and plum trees with new fruit showing already. Of course some romping and horsing around went on, some early dropped fruit wars- those little unripe cherries STING when they zing you on the head- and Grandpa observed from a shady spot, barking orders and asking for beverages. Not boring in the least!

Fun day was had by all! After showering kids and getting the stink off myself as well, I'm toast! We'll all sleep well tonight!

Until tomorrow....

Secret Six

I've been tagged! Kandace, One Crazy Chick, tagged me with a fun game to tell six things you don't know about me. Hmmmm...I don't really have many secrets, but I'll give it a shot with things I guess most people don't know. Well except for Mon, she knows about most every sordid detail of my chaotic/ pathetic life. :-D

1. I only recently learned the real reason why pirates wore a patch over one eye, and only because I watched MythBusters.

2. In late high school, I contributed to running a guy off the road early one morning. It really was his fault because he tried to pass three cars at once, including me and the grandma in front of me. When I started to pass the slow moving grandma (country roads- nuff said) he wasn't there and then suddenly he was on my back quarter panel and still coming though I was halfway into the passing lane. Neither one of us backed off, and he ended up in the grass slightly down an embankment, then back up on the road behind me. He finally did pass me with lots of finger waving and expletives that you could actually hear at 65-70 mph. Thank God he only went in and out of the grass and no one was hurt, and I was a good ways from home. I'd have crapped if it was someone my dad knew (like everyone in town).

3. I fuss at the kids for belching obnoxiously loud, usually in public or at dinner, but I can do it a whole lot louder and nastier than they can. :-D (Yeah Mon has witnessed those.)

4. I was a horrid nose-picker as a kid. Maybe if someone would have recognized I had severe sinus/allergy problems, and I was struggling to BREATHE most of my childhood, I'd have not been digging for gold (air movement) on regular basis. I know gag, disgusting, and I only stopped because my uncle fussed at me in front of family one time in late grade school which must have been just at the age where other people's perception starts to matter and I was completely mortified! Embarrassed to tears! ( Which makes me realize....no one else noticed?? Guess not, even though I regularly begged for my mom to have my nose literally cut off but I never saw an ENT or anyone about why I couldn't BREATHE!) The embarrassment from my uncle's chiding made me start carrying Kleenex everywhere I went and trying to blow my nose, sometimes hard enough stuff would come out my eyes (the puncta -the little holes for tear drain tubes-yes, scary I know, but when I'm stuffed, it's no joke). I still go through cases of Kleenex a month but thanks to discovery of Claritin and Zyrtec in recent years I've yet to blow my eyes out of their sockets.

5. I haven't yet gone to the doctor for downward spiral of my attitude/depression because apparently my brain still thinks I can trick myself out of it. Which only works for very short periods of time. Though I've been trying to tell docs for years how seriously disappointed and frustrated I really feel about myself including eating/sleeping problems over the years, and the pathetic, everything's great happy-face-chick won't go away when I try to do that. Guess my guard is afraid to be let down even when it knows it needs help.

6. I'd run off with Mike Rowe if he'd ask. That's if I could lose about 50 pounds so he would have reason to ask and not run for his life! :-D I've never been one to get "OOOHH AAAAHHHH" over someone's appearance, even in high school/college (except my husband) but that man is HOT! HOT! HOT! Whew! We all like to watch Dirty Jobs in this house...for varying reasons, hehehe.

Ok, there you have it. Now I know you wish you'd hit "Next Blog" earlier and passed on those tidbits!

I'm tagging:
Men Suck and other Fairly Stupid Tales
LIVE *LAUGH *LOVE EVERYDAY
Mood Swings in Med School
Lovin' Laughin' & Livin'
At Home on This Mountain

I'd like to tag a few more bloggy friends that I regularly read, but I don't want to tap y'all out the first go 'round! :-D Have fun!

The only voices...

I hear at the moment are my calves screaming, "You evil B!TCH" and my heels whimpering for mercy. Tomorrow morning, the calves will be throwing knives at me all the way down the stairs, every step with a wince.

Yes, I had dance class earlier this evening. I really love it though! It is a fun time to joke and talk with ADULTS and not the 4-year-old crowd, not to mention I get as much workout in dance class as I do running myself on the the elliptical, mostly because it's exhausting and after a run through of our routine, I am in need of oxygen! Funny thing though my butt is not complaining. No slew of profanity or even smart remarks from that area tonight though it should be the body part with the most grief. Shhhhh...don't tell Miss N! :-D Those parts need the most work but they are the biggest babies and really don't want to participate and she could cause them pain! I've blocked from memory the steps we did in class a while back that made us scream, "Omg, my THIGHS are on FIRE!"

Apparently I need to get back on the elliptical so my back end and thighs can join in on the fuss fest and be prepared for those upcoming steps of death in future dance class because Miss N will remember them. Oh yes, she will, and a room of adults will turn into whiny 8 year olds begging, "Do we have to?! Awww MAN!"

I'm sure she loves those voices. :-D

ETA- It more than likely would be whiny 8 year olds...3 year olds still think torture is fun.

Hmph!

Mon reminded me that I haven't blogged since Friday (which means I only missed yesterday, right? :-P)

Then she called me a looser.

Dang!

Guess I'd better blog...

Is that better?? :-D

Oh the laughter

Here, you overworked, tired, stressed-out people. You need a funny jolt to start your weekend, click on this YouTube commercial Nothing scary or weird or mature perverted content, I promise.

Then come back here and scroll down.... Go ahead and watch, I'll wait...
(If you have Firefox browser, right click the link and select Open in New Tab, then you don't lose this page :-D Nifty, eh? Ok sorry...carry on.)

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How hysterical was THAT?? Did you catch the Nerf darts on grandma's back/shoulder??
No??
Go watch it again!!

I can hear your laughing voices, like all three of you, around the country right now. :-D I snorted Diet Dr. Pepper Cherry Chocolate all over myself the first time I saw that on TV. I hope it was that good for you too :-D


Baskin Robins Grandma commercial
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wAvD7X2YTJ4

Exercise?? Yeah, right!

Don't freak out y'all... two posts in one day, I know you're shocked, but this is the week for contests apparently so listen up!

I found this hysterical, laugh until you cry and snort post linked on Crystal's blog from Three Kid Circus by Jenny. Do not drink while reading these blogs and have kleenex on hand..what a RIOT! I can't top either one of their stories, but I can describe my exercise nightmares for your enjoyment and to enter Jenny's contest. Here goes:

I don't mind exercise honestly. I love to do things that work up a sweat like working in the yard, push mowing like I did about 50/50 with hubby in previous years or playing with the kids and dogs, but those activities have goals that involve more than just me, so I do those activities with no problem. Exercise just for exercise on the other hand is very embarrassing to me. I don't do it in front of Mr. FixIt and if he walks in, I stop, I'm done! I just recently was able to work up the nerve to exercise in a hotel workout room on vacation (totally alone), three times int he same week. Maybe the fear of 60 extra pounds on my ass is scarier than someone seeing me tempt cardiac arrest at this point, I dunno. Also, working out takes time and between the kids and brood of critters that I have, plus work, I'm lucky to get 5 hours of sleep most nights anyway. Exercise KMA, I need SLEEP!

Anyway, this is what I have tried over the years:
Richard Simmons Dance Your Pants Off- The dancers are "real" people not all skinny, rabbit-food eatin' wenches. Which I thought was a good thing, but being the same size or close to some of the participants, I certainly don't want to watch myself jiggle and flab around either. Yuk. Richard Simmons gettin' pumped to "She Works Hard for the Money" was too much, I couldn't watch any more.

Cindy Crawford workout- Actually pretty good workout, if you can get over the fact that it looks like she's faking most of the moves and hardly sweats but chugs water like an alcoholic at communion. Really bad music.

Nordic Track- My mother's purchase actually. Her idea of "helping me" in college, though I was carrying full-time class load and working 30-38 hours a week. I barely slept, like I was gonna use this?? Ugh. I could at least manage the whole arm handle cord movements and feet sliding/skiing, but if you get going and mess up, your foot is hooked in this ski thing and the ski thing is guarded by metal parts at the ends so the ski can only move a few inches up and not come off, which means if you try to lift your foot because you lost your balance, you are stopped by a ski guard and will break your ankles or your arms falling off because your foot isn't coming out of that ski holder! Mr. FixIt gave it ONE try years later in effort to salvage it as "worth keeping" and after a prompt "No F#(king way!" it found a new home in the next yard sale. The manual and 10 years of dust were given as bonus accessories.

Tae Bo Billy Blanks- Really cool, but really kicked my ass...and the dog's ass. Stopped for benefit of my children's lives when they started motoring around on their own. Didn't figure a shoe print on the head would get me Mom of the Year award.

Exercise ball- Oh man. Maybe those skinny chicks can do that and it looks cool in an exercise sort of way, but I tried just balancing on one and looked like I was taking a dump. Scary to catch yourself in the mirror and that's the first thought you get in your head. I do THAT just fine in private and without rehearsal, thanks.

Bicycle- I like to bike, and I'm fairly coordinated, or maybe I was 50+ pounds ago, and I've only had a couple of bike accidents over the years, but the worst involved my daughter at about 2-1/2 or 3 years old, who thankfully was in a helmet and protective seat, like always. One week Mr. FixIt was out of town so not riding with us and my bike was having chain issues so I took the child seat off the back of my 10 speed and hooked it to Mr. FixIt's heftier more sturdy bike. He's taller than me, but not much by inseam, so I could ride his bike just fine. Got the child hooked in with helmet, and we tooled around the neighborhood seeing the sights and exercising my hiney without incident. Upon arriving home I stopped on the driveway and attempted to get off the bike, of course DD still strapped in her seat ON the back of the bike. The lip of my shoe, around the ankle, caught on the cross bar of the bike as I was pulling my leg over to get off, and I was stuck. My other leg was too far under me and twisted, up on my toes, I couldn't "hop" out of it and in trying to un-catch myself and not bust my ass, I completely lost my balance and the bike, kid+seat and all came tumbling over on top of me with my foot still hooked on the top bar. The poor child screamed "MAAMAAAAA!!" so loudly that the neighbors looked from three houses down in time to see the whole mess topple and they came running! F*CK! F*CK! F*CK! I tried to catch the bike and DD's seat on the way down to keep her from crashing hard, which I kind of accomplished because the top half of her seat (and therefore head/helmet) never touched the ground, but I near broke my wrist on the bike handles, bruised one leg and gashed the other shin on bars, pedals and gear teeth, and smashed up my elbow on the concrete. Neighbors helped untangle the whole mess and guarded the child from my oozing blood and profanity. She was really ok after her initial scream, but she begged for stroller rides instead of bike rides every evening after that. Poor kid.

Pilate's DVD- Bought it. Took off the plastic. Put it on the shelf. End of Pilate's attempt.

AB Roller - Have you seen a pic of this thing? Seemed to work, really tightened the abs but just a PITA in general and gave me a headache from the choppy rolling motion. The grip stuff kept peeling off and it had some funk odor to the rubber mat part. I caught one of my cats peeing on it. Guess they didn't like it either. TOSS!

AB Wheel- Relatively small piece of equipment with a wheel in the middle and a handle on each side of the wheel that looks pathetically easy though will cause your stomach to cringe and beg forgiveness after first use. Also not pretty when you slip and your face hits the wheel. Thank god I still have my teeth, though it did clear my sinuses instantly. If you have dentures, it would be wise to remove them before attempting this sick joke of a "machine." Better yet, a full helmet with face mask and mouth guard should be required. Gave away at a yard sale for FREE with liability waiver.

Tony Little's Gazelle- Bought one because my mom had one. I can hear my sister hissing "Spineless idiot!" over that one. Made my feet go numb after about 5 minutes, but I kept trying. I caught a neighbor guy one time looking in the lower half of my to-the-floor windows at me while I was working out on it, no lie. Only my feet were visible from outside because of blinds,but he was on the ground looking UP into my house like a school boy trying to see up the teacher's skirt saying with high pitch "Are you gazellin'?!" Stepped off with my numb feet and crawled in a hole for a week. Additional problem: Hazardous to Kids and critters! It requires 92 inches of open space from front to back to swing the legs. No wonder the golden retriever had seizures and one cat is dumb as a stump...smacked both of them square in the head in separate incidents. Gazelle is now in the basement corner surrounded by boxes for our protection awaiting next yard sale.

Tap Dance- I actually love to dance and the adult tap class I take is a lot of fun, even 30 years beyond what I once could do as a child, but "hoofin' it" in an almost 200-pound body is NOT a pretty sight. I'm usually in need of oxygen after about 15 minutes to boot. I seriously feel sorry for the other ladies I dance with. I should pass out blinders at the next class.

iGallop. I don't hardly think so.
None my stories are even close to the tales of embarrassment, including the iGallop, from Jenny's post, though I admit I saw one in a Brookstone catalog and seriously considered begging my sister to go half with me for our mom for Christmas since she has a basement full of all kinds of exercise equipment. I chickened out.

If you have not read either Jenny's or Crystal's posts yet (linked above) you need to go NOW, I mean it. You will not regret the next 10 minutes spent laughing your ass off! Enter the contest while you are at it :-D

So to sum up...

Total cost of equipment in attempts to "be fit": $3000+

Time off my life in near-death experience,injury or embarrassment: At least 13 years.

Wounds suffered by my critters in exercise-related accidents: 5 (KMA PETA).


The possibility of winning a Wii as a result of my fat arse and stupidity: PRICELESS!

Recipe contest!

Jump over here to One Crazy Chick (formerly Touch of Chaos) where Kandace is hosting a recipe contest! Go check out the new dinner ideas and enter a fav of your own!

Good luck!

Oh almost forgot- contest runs until Saturday the 17th at 5pm Pacific (8 pm Ohio time, lol)

Hello? Dad?

My dad is a character and a half, one that most of the little town we grew up in knows well. Too well and even after him not living there for almost 17 years I can be in town and get, "Oh you're one of David's girls, right?" Hang head and run for nearest cave..um, yeah. Don't get me wrong, I love him to death and he's a lot of fun, but he can be the most stubborn, PITA person on earth at times. For instance this week, my mom is out of town. Like every time she is out of town, he calls me EVERY night, sometimes two and three times a night, oh man. Love ya dad, but some he can make you want to gouge out your ears and claim stupidity in the operation of a phone. Usually he has a story or three to tell, how his day sucked, how he has nothing to eat and will surely waste away in the night, how he's having chest pains (which he probably is honestly) and none of his kids will take care of him. Yes, guilt trip. He says he does it to pester us, but I really think he's lonely. I think mom is glad for the vacation from hearing his nightly bitch fest, lol. How that falls over to me in her absence, I have yet to figure out. As much as he drives me crazy with this..and he doesn't call my other sisters very often..I know I can't ask him to stop. For one, he's a mule and he'd call more if I said otherwise, and two, I know one day he will be gone and I'd kick myself. Though it hurts to think of losing the foul-mouth ogre, I know it is inevitable, and probably not far off.

Dad, you there? I'm waiting for my call....

Voices of the Brain

If you know my kids, you know Monster Man...and you know how unbelievably ornery and witty and just dag-gone CUTE the little fart can be, even when he's just driving you to drink... heavily.


Imagine this little hooligan man in dance class -the only boy, little girls approaching him before and after class wanting to talk to him or hug him. Jeesh. Little Casanova is not yet 5 years old. So being a focus of attention and dramatic to boot, his behavior can fall off the deep end pretty quickly. Some days to the point I am chompin' the bit to go drag him out and warm his butt all the way to the truck! Anyway, his teachers haven't kicked him out yet; he's only had to visit the "blue chair" once I think, though he deservingly has lost reward stamps at the end of class a couple times. Big ~BIG~ deal! Kids value those suckers! He'll come out squealling, "TWO STAMPS MOM!!" proudly displaying one on each hand after a good day. Some days he only gets one....a few times over the past two years no stamps at all, which he knows a butt warming after class is inevitable. Double whammy for no stamps.

This evening, in talking about our day before bed, Monster Man was informing Mr. FixIt that he received TWO stamps for dance class today. :-D Then he proceeds to tell me (like I wasn't there) that he won a game of freeze dance they were playing the last few minutes of class but at the beginning of the game he had a hard time playing.
"Why is that buddy?"

"Because my brain wasn't listening. My BRAIN (said with big eyes and dramatic face) was making my body move around and was NOT listening. My brain was making me bounce around like this." Monster man demonstrates bouncing, head bobbing and goofy eyes rolling.

"Then Ms. Leigh's BRAIN made me sit down." (picture a totally defeated face)

OH MAN!
How about those voices??
I near peed myself laughing.

Motivational voices

How can a person be lost in your their house? Or more precisely, how do you lose your motivation and its voice that was coaching your way to accomplishment 12 hours earlier??

We are finally home, kids back, unpacked, critters all back to normal, and I'm a zombie. Might as well have a big ole bag over my head and be running into walls because that's about all I've accomplished today. I wasn't really jet-lagged at all. I was fine yesterday with all the running around and visiting. I slept 8 hours...count them, EIGHT HOURS...last night which is some kind of either record or miracle, either of which I'm thankful for! :-D I did get a few things done earlier today: Kids meal related things, trudged through the huge mass of mail from an entire week, and a small amount of work done around lunch, but WOW...other than that I feel like a sloth. Was thinking last night on the way home-- oh tomorrow I'll do this, this, this and need to do that, this and that...ok. That will be good. Nice plan! Today?? Zero on the achievement scale. Work is drowning me, and even having the days kid-free with evenings for "vacation" I should have been able to plow through tons, TONS, of work, then I got sick on the second day...great. I lost some work time I planned on gaining last week, so I do not have time for days like this!! WTF is wrong with me?? Where is that attitude and motivation I had last night?? I think it took one good look at this office this morning and RAN for dear life!! The house isn't too bad in general and I'll do the kitchen here in a bit before I start dinner...but work/office/mail/bills ..EEEEK!!! Apparently the "will and intent" fragments of my brain said, "Screw that sister! You're on ya own!!" Dang...I hate it when that happens.

I guess I need to get back to my routine and try to get at least something done, even if only a small task. I'm getting the voice of FLYlady in my head saying, "Go shine your sink!" Every accomplishment starts with a shiny sink, and I guess that's a good place to start as any! FLYlady has a way to kick those negative and overwhelming thoughts from my brain. I can't think about work and bills and all that stuff right now, have to pull a Scarlet on all that mess and remember "babysteps" -one thing at a time! Later gang, I'm off to go shiny my sink!

Happy Mother's Day

To my mom and all mothers out there!!

Hope you have a wonderful, relaxing Sunday
and are pampered like you deserve!

{{HUGS}}

PS- Happy birthday MOM!!

Ly,
Ang

Confused voices

I'm glad to be home.

But I really don't want vacation to be over.

I wanted to get more work done than I was able to.

But I realize I can't work 27/7 anymore...

I'm so excited that we were able to see/visit some great parts of America.

I can't wait to take the kids to the west coast someday!

But do I really have to pick the kids up tomorrow?? Already??

I seriously need some sleep.

But I'm too wound up, and I need to unpack.

But I missed my bed.

It's good to be home!

Voice of Thanks

AMEN!! Good to be back on familiar soil!!

Visiting is nice, but it's good to be "home," even if that is 2600 miles from my house.

Thank you Border patrol guard for doing your job well, being thorough yet a decent human at the same time and not making us suffer the inquisition we endured to get out.

Thank you for people who speak English, even if they might yell "B*&ch" out the window at me.

Thank you for giving me the freedom to leave if I want, when I want...but I really don't WANT to do that EVER again!!

Singing voices

Changed the player to auto start
and added a few :-D

Enjoy the assortment of voices!


...and I apologize for any that don't work.
I forgot to delete them a bit ago..whoops!

Too quiet

The lack of voices around me today was almost scary. Of course I have one doc or another yapping things in my ear most all day long, but no kids, no TV, no one to bother me...wow. I completely get the saying "silence is deafening," just not in an uncomfortable foot-in-my-mouth situation.

Then my phone rang and my sister snapped me back to reality...of course after I jumped 10 feet when the phone scared me half to death!

The quiet is nice, but I think I do better with lots of noise and chaos all around! Good thing, I guess!

The voice of reason...

says I blew it, dang. Thinking I'd get a quick chance to blog about the various voices of the crazy day yesterday. The hushed voices of an attempt at private conversation during a 5+ hour flight, the hurried and loud scuffling of feet through airports, the frustrated venting of the masses at security checkpoints, the "aaaaahhhhhhhh" my feet gave me as I dropped into a comfy bed after keeping them moving and strapped in shoes for 19 straight hours....

But no, none of that was dished out here for you to read yesterday. Whoops!

Thinking of voices closer to my heart, I barely had glimpse of Monster man's voice because when Grandma asked if he wanted to talk to mom at the end of the day he said, "No, not right now." Thanks ya little fart!

Oh well. One of these days I'll keep up NaBloPoMo...or at least not blow it on the third day!

AAACCCKK!!

The voices are ganging up on me tonight.
No kids.
Not the dog.
Mr. FixIt is snoring in the COD

The voices in my head are my own tonight. So much to do and SO little time and so much work to be done on top of all that--whew! I'm exhausted just thinking about it! I'll clue you in with details later why my brain particles ganging up on me, but just know...I have plenty of voices going on!! And they aren't being very nice! :-D

Oh, I ended up downloading that stupid song from yesterday to my iPod and played it 50 times today on the way to grandparents and back. Can't beat it, join in singing I guess!!

May - Voices

To start off the new NaBloPoMo theme voices, I give you this:

"Shake, shake, shake, Senora, shake your body line
Shake, shake, shake, Senora, shake it all the time
Work, work, work, Senora, work your body line
Work, work, work, Senora, work it all the time"

Because I haven't been able to get that song out of my head all freaking day!!! OMG!!
AAARRGHHH!!

Thanks Mon and R....I will find some equally nutty song to implant in your head! :-D
Here's the rest of the song in case you are singing now and need words.....hehehehe

"My girl's name is Senora
I tell you friends, I adore her
And when she dances, oh brother!
She's a hurricane in all kinds of weather
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) OK, I believe you!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) OK, I believe you!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) OK, I believe you!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Whoa!
Shake, shake, shake, Senora, shake your body line
Shake, shake, shake, Senora, shake it all the time
Work, work, work, Senora, work your body line
Work, work, work, Senora, work it all the time
You can talk about Cha Cha
Tango, Waltz, or de Rumba
Senora's dance has no title
You jump in the saddle
Hold on to de bridle!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) OK, I believe you!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Rock your body, child!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Somebody, help me!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Whoa!

Shake, shake, shake, Senora, shake your body line
Shake, shake, shake, Senora, shake it all the time (Whoa)
Work, work, work, Senora, work your body line (Yep)
Work, work, work, Senora, work it all the time
Senora, she's a sensation
The reason for aviation
And fellas, you got to watch it
When she wind up, she bottom, she go like a rocket!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) OK, I believe you!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Hoist those guns a leetle higher!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Humpin' jiminy!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Whoa oh oh oh!
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Shake, shake, shake, Senora
Shake your body line
Work, work, work, Senora
Work it all the time
Dance, dance, dance, Senora
Dance it all the time
Work, work, work, Senora
Work it all the time
Senora dances Calypso
Left to right is de tempo
And when she gets the sensation
She go up in the air, come down in slow motion
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) OK, I believe you!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Somebody, help me!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) OK, I believe you!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Whooooa!
Shake, shake, shake, Senora, shake your body line
Shake, shake, shake, Senora, shake it all the time
Work, work, work, Senora!"

Jump in the Line by Harry Belafonte