Some odds and ends from the weekend that was.
I am completely justified/exonerated in getting the new car. With Coop in the back seat, I’m cruising down 360 at or near the posted speed of 60mph, when dude in his 1995 Ford Escort “Sport” darts out from behind cars on the crossover, directly in front of me. In a move that made Jeff Gordon wince even though he didn’t know why, I stomped on the brakes hard enough to engage the anti-locks and the traction control.
If had been in my old 3, we would still be skidding down the median on the roof.
Because my wife was not with me in the car, she was still not impressed nor convinced. But Coop and I know the truth. Thank you Mazda engineers.
Speaking of the trip home from school, in my effort to transform car time into quality time (upcoming episode alert), Coop and I have been picking out some favorite music to sing along with on the runs to and from pre-k. His current fav — “Tailspin” by the Jayhawks. I’m not exactly sure what to make of this. Other than to observe that he has good taste, and knows a great hook when he hears one. In terms of having to hear a song over and over again, this one wears pretty well. Do your kids have unexpected likes when it comes to grown-up music?
A final note, as my one-show-fits-all Valentine’s gift, I gave the whole family a trip to see Circus Oz at the newly remodeled Bass Concert hall on the campus of the University of Texas. Overall, the show is what you would expect a bunch of Australian former Olympic gymnasts to cook up in the back yard if they had lots of time, pogo sticks, a swing set and a Klezmer band. The best part of the show was the drummer. She rawked the rafters. Good time had by all. New tradition — going to live events for Valentine’s Day from now on. Any tradition that gets us all in the theater together is a good one.
Finally some links:
Think you can guess the top ten sites most frequently blocked by parents? Check your answers here.
And in case you aren’t feeling guilty enough about packing junior off to kindygarten with his Lunchable, there’s this.
Nice dodge of the Ford DC. Whenever I say, “But honey, Rubbin’s Racin’,” I get scolded with “We’re not racing.”
Indy likes piano music, David Bryan specifically. Always has. Used to knock him out almost immediately. It was quite amusing. Now it really catches his attention and he focuses on it. Roadtrip rule is to check for that cd before leaving the driveway. He also snaps his head toward the television every time Subway commercials come on… I won’t jinglescrew ya, but you know the song… I like to think it’s for the lengthy sandwiches, but I know it’s the jingle. BUT, in his defense, he also did that with the AC/DC commercials for their new album. That made me happy. (I still need to pick that up.)
Circus OZ seemed like my kinda thing. The woman just rolled her eyes… DEFINITELY my kinda thing!
Mmmmmm….the fact that you’re still trying to justify the purchase of that new vehicle 6 (???) months later pretty much tells the whole story now, doesn’t it???
Taj Mahal’s “Ain’t no body’s business but my own” gets the over and over in our car, glad Taj is one of my all time favorites. I also slip in “Loving in My Baby’s Eyes” before they scream for the Nobody’s business again.