Man…nothing says how old your getting like discovering the music you grew up on labeled as “adult contemporary”. Or hearing the rockin’ tunes of your 20’s on the “lite” alternative channel.
This afternoon, I was determined to find a good music station on our TV. {I’m sorry but I cannot clean my house to the new rap-hop-pop phenomenon.} In the end, I settled on tuning in a good country station. Something tells me that the jokes on Toby Keith however, cause Natalie Maines is now defined as “True Country”.
For those wondering, that is the genre layered between the “Today’s Country” and the “Classic Country” stations. At least I know there’s one thing besides my drivers license that can indicate when I should apply for social security. After all, I hear that’s important when you get older, your drivers license. Now I know why.
As it is, the only way I can remember how old I’ve gotten is taking my brothers age and adding 5 years. I used to be able to just know my age so well, I could tell you in quarter year increments. Then I simply subtracted the current year from my birth year. But since I suck at math, that just got too difficult.
So yes, back to this afternoon, my facing the mirror of music, and watching my daughter dance while my son pouted. I marveled at them, and flashed back to my childhood. Suddenly I could feel the cool of vinyl seats in a used brown station wagon, and Mom belting out “El-vira” to the Oak Ridge Boys. {She really got into the “Oom-Poppa-Omm-Poppa-Mow-Mow” part.} I thought for sure the other cars driving around us could hear her…even with the windows rolled up. But we would stop and often get apple fritters on the way to the baby-sitter, so I recall that making up for it. {LOL}
Amazing how music can transport a person back in time. I wonder what my kids will remember from today. What they wax on nostalgic one day in regards to what they lived through to clean the house. And really, they should have even more then that. What will they think of everything I’ve written here – especially about them. Forget trying to decipher old baby books…they’ll have a time-stamped record.
Day 4 ==>{4:15}. At this precise moment, I was dishing out the kids snack.
My kids will snack all day if I let them. For toddlers, this was cool. But my daughter is too picky during mealtimes and would often simply tell me “I’m not hungry…for that”. So if we have running to do that evening, they’ll get a dinner and a supper so-to-speak. This way they’re happy while out and about, but still fill up when its time to eat later.
You can find this photo event on Instagram & Twitter too. Just look for the hashtag #RoastedBeanzBday.
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