Driving home from apple picking in MI on Saturday, Fiona said something too quiet to hear, and then busted out laughing.
“What’d you say, darlin’?”
“I smell Billy poop!”
And then she giggled again.
What in the…???
“Billy poop?”
She laughed even louder when I said it.
Then she repeated it, but with some kind of southern twang that comes out of her mouth sometimes, for which we’ve not figured out the origin.
“Bil-EE poo-yoop” followed by more laughter.
“What’s ‘billy poop’?”
“Goat poop.” Chortle, chortle.
“Goat POOP!” she tries again, with slightly bigger emphasis on “poop” in her delivery. And laughs some more…
Awesome!
Correctly combining “poop” with one of the funnier farm animal names, and nailing the delivery.
That’s my baby!
Tip your waitresses, she’s here all week.
Horse poop, cow poop- not as funny.
Chicken poop - too many syllables, really.
Oh, wait, I wasn’t supposed to laugh? This only encourages her???
Huh. Gotta work on that…
Yep, poop became funny to her, all the sudden, in the car on Saturday.
Funny? Hell it’s the most hee-larious word EVER.
And apparently she’s not the only one, as I find out by talking to the mother of a three year old boy while we awaited our kid’s turns on the pony ride yesterday.
She said that “poop” had just made a big splash at her house as well…
Just what ARE they learning at pre-school?
I’m now officially nervous to pick her up from school, fully expecting her teacher to greet me with pursed lips and a slight shake of her head this afternoon, as she hands me a note….
Monday, September 27, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Just bust a move.
Found an “Eighties and beyond” radio station the other day (100.3 on your FM dial), liked what I heard, programmed it into my radio.
Was parked on the northbound Tristate, surfing my pre-sets with little satisfaction this morning, when I heard it.
Young MC’s Bust a Move.
I derived far more pleasure from it than I would have expected.
You want it? You got it! You want it, baby you got it! (just bust a move)
Pure poetry.
I’ll rate it an 87, Dick. It’s got a great beat, and you can car dance to it.
Since I was sitting in traffic with nothing better to do, I drifted back to late winter /early spring of 1990.
We had just let the word out that we were planning a big house party, I believe our last one in the old, haunted (yep), house four of us rented in Lansing.
I was talking to friends, Chris and Verna. They complained that house parties thrown at guys houses never had good dance music. They said they wanted to shake it, basically, and put me on notice, musically speaking.
Hmm…. Girls wanted to dance a lot, at my house.
Yeah, I could work on making that happen.
But what did guys know about dancing? We were all about standing in circles, playing air guitar, throwing our fists in the air above our heads.
You gotta fight. For your right. To Paaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrtee!
Kick it.
And while I WAS working for the college radio station, and my tastes were more eclectic than many guys, I realized I didn’t have “Shake it “ music lying around the house.
Apparently, while awesome party songs in their own right, I wanna Be Sedated by the Ramones, So Alive by Love and Rockets, and Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode did not exactly meet the required criteria.
So, I brought in a pro, a ringer, demographically speaking.
I hooked up with a female friend of mine, Tracy, and explained the problem. We got a hold of various acquaintances, did a lot of borrowing, and viola!
Approximately 80 people jammed in my house, with Joy and Pain by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock, the aforementioned Bust a Move, and other music to “shake it” by, blasting through my roommate’s speakers on a cold Saturday night.
I still have the mix tape, in a cupboard in my basement. I no longer have any equipment I’d feel confident playing it on, but it’s still there.
As I recall, there’s a cigarette burn on the case, and the ink’s faded a bit.
Back to the present, traffic was starting to move, albeit very slowly. Bust A Move faded out, replaced by a news and traffic update.
Seems traffic was heavy on the toll roads.
The hell you say!
Was parked on the northbound Tristate, surfing my pre-sets with little satisfaction this morning, when I heard it.
Young MC’s Bust a Move.
I derived far more pleasure from it than I would have expected.
You want it? You got it! You want it, baby you got it! (just bust a move)
Pure poetry.
I’ll rate it an 87, Dick. It’s got a great beat, and you can car dance to it.
Since I was sitting in traffic with nothing better to do, I drifted back to late winter /early spring of 1990.
We had just let the word out that we were planning a big house party, I believe our last one in the old, haunted (yep), house four of us rented in Lansing.
I was talking to friends, Chris and Verna. They complained that house parties thrown at guys houses never had good dance music. They said they wanted to shake it, basically, and put me on notice, musically speaking.
Hmm…. Girls wanted to dance a lot, at my house.
Yeah, I could work on making that happen.
But what did guys know about dancing? We were all about standing in circles, playing air guitar, throwing our fists in the air above our heads.
You gotta fight. For your right. To Paaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrtee!
Kick it.
And while I WAS working for the college radio station, and my tastes were more eclectic than many guys, I realized I didn’t have “Shake it “ music lying around the house.
Apparently, while awesome party songs in their own right, I wanna Be Sedated by the Ramones, So Alive by Love and Rockets, and Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode did not exactly meet the required criteria.
So, I brought in a pro, a ringer, demographically speaking.
I hooked up with a female friend of mine, Tracy, and explained the problem. We got a hold of various acquaintances, did a lot of borrowing, and viola!
Approximately 80 people jammed in my house, with Joy and Pain by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock, the aforementioned Bust a Move, and other music to “shake it” by, blasting through my roommate’s speakers on a cold Saturday night.
I still have the mix tape, in a cupboard in my basement. I no longer have any equipment I’d feel confident playing it on, but it’s still there.
As I recall, there’s a cigarette burn on the case, and the ink’s faded a bit.
Back to the present, traffic was starting to move, albeit very slowly. Bust A Move faded out, replaced by a news and traffic update.
Seems traffic was heavy on the toll roads.
The hell you say!
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