When Life Gives You Lemons...: Song of the Week

Monday, August 18, 2008

Song of the Week

"Who's Crying Now" by Journey

Here's some good ole classic rock for you guys from some of the best! Bethanne, I'm not sure if this falls under your category of butt-rock or not, so let me know. I love the catchy, sexy rhythm of this song... very addictive. I want to go around singing "Na-na-na-na-na-na" after listening to it. Enjoy!

2 comments:

Kristi said...: It's funny this song is playing when I am reading this because right now WILL is the one who is crying now! And loudly...; August 20, 2008 at 7:51 PM
Audrey said...: Classic!; August 20, 2008 at 10:20 PM

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Out of the Mouths of Babes...

06/2009:
Steven's coughing and looking for his cup but can't find it. He sees my glass of water sitting next to me and says:
"Hey, sometimes you let me drink your water, sometimes." Gee, do you want some of my water or what?

Steven: "Mom, I'm a new superhero called Naked Boy!"
Me: "Oh really. And what are your super powers, naked boy?"
Steven: "I throw naked-heads at people and they blow up!"

Steven: "I'm Iron Man today, Mommy. Watch out 'cause I shoot hot iron out of my fingers!"

We were getting ready to watch a family movie...
Steven: "I'll be in charge of candy, Mommy is in charge of popcorn, Margaret is in charge of the movie..."
Daddy: "What am I in charge of?"
Steven: "You be in charge of sitting."

Steven: "You can do it! You can do it, mom!"
Me: "I can do what?"
Steven: "You can drive as fast as Lightning McQueen!"
So I might have been driving a little fast... but not THAT fast!

I was outside mulching the garden beds when Steven came out to join me...
Steven: "Mom, can I come smell the dirt?"
Me: "Uh, sure you can."
Steven: (sniff, sniff) "This dirt smells like pizza!"

I just put Steven's bowl of spaghetti and meatballs in front of him...
Steven: "Ummm.... Mommy?"
Me: "Yes, sweetie?"
Steven: "My meatballs look like poo-poo."
Nice...

Margaret just threw all of her food onto the floor... again. Steven: "Mommy, when you were little you were supposed to throw your food on the floor, too."

One night John told Steven the story of his birth. The next morning...
Steven: "Mommy, I used to be in your tummy like this (lays on the floor and curls into a ball) and then I would kick you like this (gets up and does a lively jig.)"

Me: "This is the letter A and it says "a", as in apple."
Steven: "Can you please stop talking, mom."

Me: "Steven, I want you to clean up your toys before lunch." Steven: "What did your voice just say, Mommy?"

Me: "I love you, Steven."
Steven: "I love your clean car, Mommy."