The Saga Begins

Most of you know that my husband is a technical type of guy. He isn’t one of those who must have the brand new gadget right away, but, when something comes out that he wants, he usually ends up getting it. Usually after trying to convince me why we need it.

I remember arguing about getting the TIVO. I didn’t think we should get it. He ended up wearing me down. Now, I LOVE my TIVO.

He had to get a Sirius radio when Howard Stern moved over to satellite. I thought he was being silly, but again, now I love my Sirius.

I love the wide selection of stations. As a parent, I love the Kids Place Live station: fun music, funny disc jockeys, and never worrying about commercials for erectile dysfunction.

There is a wide variety of music on the Kids Place Live. There are artists that just do kid’s music, ones that hit the charts when us parents were young, songs from movies, and, of course, Weird Al.

I happen to really like Weird Al Yankovic. Mark and I have seen him in concert and stood in line to meet him and get his autograph. Weird Al is a very talented musician and lyricist.

And thanks to Kids Place Live, there are kids out there that will probably never know the words to American Pie. Weird Al uses this tune for his song “The Saga Begins.” If you’ve never heard this song, then go quickly and buy “The Essential “Weird Al” Yankovic” album.

I found myself singing a lovely mash-up the other day, “Bye, Bye Miss American Pie, maybe Vader someday later, now he’s just a small fry. Those good old boys are drinking whiskey and rye saying soon I’m going to be a Jedi.”

And so the saga of the next generation begins.

Julie thinks TV should always be able to be paused. She thinks radio stations should cater to her, commercial free, and she thinks her mom is nuts to be messing up the words to a favorite song.

My Forgotten Brilliance

I don’t know about you, but I tend to have brilliant ideas as I am falling asleep. I put a pen and a pad of paper by my bed to record these thoughts, however, they usually happen after Mark has fallen asleep and I don’t want to turn on the light and wake him up. So I lay there and convince myself that I will remember in the morning. Of course I don’t. I am left with the vague feeling of something lost. Try as I might, it is gone forever.

Trust me. The blog I had thought of in my head last night was brilliant.