Because I adore them!
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Friday, October 28, 2011
A Friday in October
Friday, September 23, 2011
Young the Giant
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Alone in the Car
I do, however, have a couple of comments. 1. Brandon seems dangerously careless. My husband suggested that he probably felt it was worth it to get rescued by Charlize. I'll give him possibly, but if I was in danger and my rescuer looked like that -- I'd stay close. 2. . . . well, er, I guess I don't have any other comments; except that Sawdust is my favorite Killer's album. Just in case you were wondering.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Coming Together
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Today's Soundtrack
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Tunes
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
The Fray -- You Found Me
Thursday, June 12, 2008
My Old Theme Song
When we were planning to move to
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Fighting over the Car Radio
I am particular about what I listen to. The radio is mine while I’m in the car and my children don’t get to choose the songs. My mom always had classical music playing. I may not ever listen to it but I have a healthy appreciation for it. However, my children are deprived and have not been exposed to the same cultural experiences I had. I started listening to New Wave in High School and rode that wave into Alternative. I hate “teeny bopper” music. I am trying to mold my children into rejecting the tween crap their friends listen to. Although, I’m not sure how effective I have been because Jake’s MP3 player is full of High School Musical songs.
There have been disturbing incidences, I was a little concerned when Lizzy told me that the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ song Snow (Hey Oh) was her favorite song. I’ve heard my kids singing along to songs I’m not sure are all that appropriate for six year olds. But my taste in music is really limited. I would not do well on Don’t Forget the Lyrics. On Sundays I listen to good music but the rest of the week I own the radio in the car and it’s playing my stuff.
While we were in the car on Monday, Will said, “Heavenly Father.”
I said, “crap.”
