A somewhat quirky quicky post...

Words from my daughter's mouth overheard in the car on the way to school:

"...Midnight Special...the first DVD is only $9.95 but I bet all of the others are more expensive because they rope you in and you want to buy more..."

My daugher is a real fan of infomercials, especially the mega-collection music kind. You know the ones: "Get the ENTIRE decade of the 1970s on 10 discs for only 149.95! You won't find these songs all together anywhere else for this price!!" I suppose they're probably right. But maybe it's too much of a good thing to have the hits keep rolling one after the other: Hey, it's Donna Summer!, Blondie!, The Bee Gees!, ABBA! After listening to all of that I might emerge from my house one day wearing three different kinds of plaid and that would be very strange wouldn't it?

Anyway, my daughter's latest infomusicmercial obsession is this one. We actually watch it when it comes on. Are we the only ones? I have to admit that these montage masterpieces can be catchy as the commercial loops and the songs repeat, and repeat...and repeat. I mean, you haven't lived until you've been able to sing the refrain of Play That Funky Music 5 or 6 times. And, yes, I have done this. Have you?

The lurve of my life...

Okay, I'm being completely corny and I know that, but I LOVE THIS CAT! When the demands of the day get me down; when I've had yet another completely crazy argument with my almost-18 year old son about whether the first meal of the day is still called breakfast even if you've slept-in until noon; when I look at my teenage daughter and hope that I can continue to be a good role model for her; when my house forlornly waits to be vacuumed...I scoop up this little guy (he is quite petite), squeeze his fat sack (I guess that sounds a little gross, but it's true), and promise myself that I'll try to refrain from arguing about silly things with my son; that I'll make sure I'll continue to do the best I can for my smart and lovely daughter; and, that I've got more important things to do (as I Raise the Next Generation, ahem) than clean my rumpled and messy house. Allelluia and Amen.