I Really DO Love Him

I have an obsession.

You might think it’d be blogging, but relatively speaking, blogging is just a blip on the radar where my main obsession is concerned. Star Wars? Lord of the Rings? They’re all in the same boat as blogging.

I’ll give you a hint about my obsession — it’s a group of guys that were once popular for being a blonde haired singing trio from Oklahoma.

Still stumped? I’ll give you another hint: MMMBop.

Assuming you haven’t blocked out that period of 1997-1998 when that song was played nonstop, then you surely know who I’m talking about now — Hanson. I was 13 when they came on the scene and instantly became infatuated took a liking to them. I was never one of the shrieky girls, but my room was basically wallpapered over with Hanson posters and pinups (let’s just say that my dad was less than thrilled with the fact that I used thumbtacks to hang and rehang everything), so I definitely had it bad.

It’s been 20 years since Hanson released that single (and they’ve released a few albums in that period on their independent label, lest you think they disappeared), and they’re having a worldwide tour to celebrate the anniversary. Since it had been 10 years since I saw one of their shows, I bought tickets for my husband, my son, and myself as soon as they were released. The fact that it was going to be Little Man’s first concert made it extra exciting. (Assuming we don’t count the Hanson concert he was present for in my womb, anyway.)

And then we found out that Little Man’s soccer jamboree was going to be the day after the concert. Since the games are usually in the morning, it didn’t seem like going to the concert would work out. We’d either get home at 2:30 in the morning, since the venue is three hours away, or have to get up super early and head home. Neither of those were desirable, obviously, since either one would leave Little Man exhausted — not exactly how you want to feel when playing a soccer game. Gah. I told my husband to cancel the hotel room and that I could sell the tickets.

Fortunately, my husband isn’t so quick to throw up his hands and admit defeat. Being the awesome person that he is, he contacted the person over the jamboree scheduling and got us a late game, ensuring that Little Man would be able to get reasonably rested up. The show must go on and all of that, right?

While talking about the concert and jamboree plans with Little Man, my husband mentioned that I had thought about selling the tickets and not going. His reaction totally cracked me up.

Now we know that my love for people is measured by my willingness to miss a Hanson concert.

I had planned posting this earlier in the week, but life got too busy. The concert was Friday night, and it was amazeballs. Little Man was able to stand in the front row and had a couple of cool moments with one of the guys in the band. It was a great first concert for him, one that will be hard to top. Also in case you’re wondering, women in their late 20s and early 30s don’t shriek as loudly as they did 20 years ago, but it’s still bad enough for a hard-of-hearing person to have to cover her ears at times. Yeesh.

I’m not going to bother doodling the concert, so here are some pictures from the show:

So, what’s the best concert you’ve ever been to? 

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I’m Dorky And I Know It

As you may have gathered from the title of this blog, the dork runs strong in me, and the rest of my family is no exception. My son once asked when he was going to get his nerd card, and my daughter came out of the womb with a Batman obsession. Dorky, among other things, is what we are, and we embrace it. 

Sometimes we embrace our inner dorks by changing the lyrics the popular songs. “Let It Go” becomes “Let Her Fart” (thanks, Little Man), “Summer Nights” became a song about Baby Girl’s bowel movements, and “Can’t Stop The Feeling” also became a song about flatulence. “My Heart Will Go On”…well, I probably don’t need to explain. (And apparently we all have the sense of humor of eleven year olds.)

Last week Little Man and I were making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. We were having a lazy dinner night, and the kids wanted PB&Js, which is perfect for lazy dinners, lunches, and pretty much everything. While making the sandwiches, I commented to Little Man that he and Baby Girl were certainly “all about that peanut butter.” And they are. Outside of pizza day at school, I can count the number of times LM has requested something other than PB&J for lunch on one hand, and BG loves peanut butter so much that she’ll eat at it straight from the jar.

“Yeah, we sure are,” he responded.

And then this was born:

Little Man suggested recording a video to put on YouTube, but I opted out. My singing abilities probably shouldn’t be showcased anywhere other than in doodled format. 

What songs do you like to change up for fun?

I got some cool news this morning — my Five Stages Of Dealing With Your Kids’ Carseats doodle will appear on Scary Mommy next Monday (if nothing changes scheduling wise). I’m excited about that. The text part of the post will be a bit more fleshed out, so I’ll post a link when it’s up next week.

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Top Five Songs For Migraines

For a time as a parent, I didn’t have to listen to crappy music. (My husband would say, “Wait, that’s not true because you love Hanson,” which I’d ignore while pitying him for not embracing their greatness.) When Little Man came along, we didn’t play much kiddie music. We stuck to our Beatles, Radiohead, Ben Folds, Weezer, Hanson (obviously I’ve got to mention them again), etc. He loved it all and we didn’t have to listen to cheesy crap sang in high-pitched voices, so all was right in the world. Even the music for the TV shows he watched was tolerable.

All was good in our parenting world for about six years, and then things changed.

Baby Girl came along. While she likes some of our music (especially Radiohead’s No Surprises, which has been on repeat every night for much of the past two and a half years), she prefers the cheesy kids’ songs. Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. Five Little Monkeys. If You’re Happy And You Know It. Apples and Bananas. Itsy Bitsy Freaking Spider. And, despite having a playlist for her to shuffle through those songs, she usually picks one and wants it on repeat for the entire car ride. I get kinda road ragey as it is, but after the tenth time of listening to Itsy Bitsy Freaking Spider, all it takes for me to start cursing under my breath is for someone to put their signal light on at 90 feet out instead of 100 feet.

And then there are the songs or theme music on shows on YouTube and TV that both kids like. I liked the music on Thomas and Friends, Sid the Science Kid, and The Cat in the Hat Knows A Lot About That. The current shows they both watch? For the most part, just no. God no.

Aaaand, thanks to the newish car with satellite radio, Little Man has discovered Kidz Bop, also known as Music Hell. Kidz Bop is where they take popular music and ruin it. Much of the popular music is kind of bad already, but then they take it and make it worse with the crappy singing and such. And Little Man, the child we once bragged about for having excellent taste in music, loves Kidz Bop. (To be fair, he still likes a lot of great stuff, but Kidz Bop has tarnished his reputation.)

I’ve compiled a short list of songs that are driving me nuts right now. It could be longer. A lot longer. But there’s the matter of my laziness and the fact that y’all probably don’t want a doodled list of 1841 songs that are driving me nuts, so I cut it to five.

What song is likely to give you a headache if you have to hear it again?

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