The Snake Song

I like to take songs and re-write the words to make it my own.

I changed the words to Ingrid Michaelson, "The Way I Am" and wrote a song for my little Snake.
Just in case you are not familiar with the song I have it playing on the music player at the bottom of this page.

Before I tell you my/Snake's lyrics you must know that ever since The Snake could first talk most of our conversations went something like this:

Snake: "Mom, you be the momma ..... (insert what ever he was thinking about that day), and I'll be the baby........ (insert the same version of what ever I was pretending to be) Ok?"

me: "OK"

Snake: "Hi momma .....(bear, puppy, little red riding hood, pony, etc)"

me: "Hi baby ..... (bear, puppy, little red riding hood, pony, etc) "

Snake: "I love you momma.......(bear, puppy, little red riding hood, pony, etc)"

me: "I love you too baby....... (bear, puppy, little red riding hood, pony, etc)"

So here is The Snake's Song:

If you are falling, then I will catch you.
If you are hungry, I'll make a snack.
Cause I.... Love.... the way you call mamma panda.
And you... are always my baby panda.

If you are chilly, here take my sweater.
If your tummy aches, I'll make it better.
Cause I.... Love... the way you call me mamma big bad wolf.
And you.... are always my baby big bad wolf.

I'll buy you a hat, when you find the scissors and cut your hair,
Sew on patches... to all you tear.
Cause I.... Love.... the way you call me Kanga.
And you..... are always my baby Roo.

Steamed

This just about sums it up.

You know, a girl sometimes need to get on the phone to a company to get some information. But when that information is regarding her husband and she is denied access to such information... it can make her mad. Then she is directed to the web-site where she is denied access because she can't remember her mother-in-law's maiden name. So she tries to call said mother-in-law and her phone is busy.

AAAAAHHHHHHHRRRRRRHGGGGG

Look at the checks people! Who pays the bills around here? Who is the boss? Who, when she asks for information, should be given said information?

ME.

End of story. I'm so mad right now I'm paralyzed. I should be preparing dinner for my children but I can't seem to move. The only thing I could think to do about it was vent on my blog....

... sorry

Winner (I hope)

This is my new apron.

IT'S MINE I TELL YOU

MINE!!!

and I'm not sharing. (ok, maybe if you ask nice)

P.S. I'm tying to use "The Force" on my laundry to get it to fold itself but it's not working. My jedi powers must be week today.

9 years ago today...

This handsome young man...

Was here

Inside my belly!

I remember what it was like when he was there. I was hot. All. The. Time. You try incubating a little human in your body and see if you aren't sweltering.

I was also scared to death as to how this person was going to come out of my body. It didn't seem like it would be a very comfortable process... and I was only looking forward to it because I couldn't stand it anymore... and I wanted to meet this little man.

What did he look like? I wondered. What was his personality like? I wondered. I was just dying to know who this guy would be.

Little did I know I was about to get pooped on, peed on, spit up on (A LOT!)... I would not sleep, I would hardly eat, and my whole life was about to be turned upside down by 9 lbs and 11 oz of pure joy.

The good news was: He is handsome. He is smart. And. He is a sweetheart.

I was taking a shower right after he was born and I started crying. I felt so alone without him inside of me anymore, and though he was only in the next room it was too far away. Today, any time he is away... it is too far away.

I love The Brain! Happy Birthday soon!