Several morning in a row now, except today, I seem to have a song playing in my head as I awake. Here are some of them:
Lovefool
Hooked on a Feeling
Are You Gonna Be My Girl
Since You’ve Been Gone
Now I have another mish-mesh thing I do with one of these songs. Ok, sometimes I have a pair of songs or even three that remind me strongly of one another. It has even gone so far as to make me lose track of which song it is. So the song ‘Are You Gonna Be My Girl’ has a line “but you’re with another MAAA-AAN!”. I think that part sounds like an instrumental riff in ‘Sympathy for the Devil’. Now go listen to both! If you want to.
That overused but still good riff/ guess the song game:
There is a riff used at the beginning of at least three old songs making it hard to tell which one you are about to hear, if you’re listening to the radio. When I am with certain people who know this riff, we try to guess the song as it starts.
The songs:
Fun Fun Fun
Roll Over Beethoven
Johnny B Goode
I’m sure there is one more, but for now I can’t for the life of me figure it out.
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Someone I work with has introduced some new idiomatic slips. V. is totally gonna be usurped as king of incorrectly spoken sayings.
“Where can I find wipe-out?” (the white correction fluid for errors in ink)
Also funny, someone else at work borrowed a solution from my bench:
C- I’m gonna borrow this.
me- Ok. Bring it back with a full tank of gas.
C- (without batting an eye) Ok.
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A lot of little kids seem to have trouble expanding the idea of a mom beyond their own mom. My niece apparently claimed that my mommy was her mommy. (my mommy! my mommy!) She was too little to explain what she meant so I never figured out exactly what she was talking about. I suppose she meant one of two things. She may have been asserting that all moms belong to her in her status as a daughter. Or, maybe she simply was trying to state that my mom could not actually be a mommy since that was her mommy’s job already. I encountered this ‘one mommy’ concept in my cousin when he was young. My aunt was trying to explain that grandma is actually her mommy. Cousin cut her off telling her, “You can’t HAVE a mommy. You ARE a mommy.” Mommy is a very important person to a tiny kid. Maybe it’s like being God. You can’t HAVE a god if you ARE a god.