magical Trevor

my XY Teens, walking along the beach later they serenaded me with this wonderful tune:

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Everyone loves Magical Trevor
'Cause the tricks that he does are ever so clever
Look at him now, disappearin' the cow
Where is the cow heading right now?
Taking a bow, it's Magical Trevor
Everybody seen that the trick is clever
Look at him there with his leathery, leathery whip!
It's made of magic, and with a little flip
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the cow is back
Yeah, yeah, yeah, the cow is back
Back, back, back from his magical journey
Yeah!
What did he see in the parallel dimension?
He saw beans, lots of beans, lots of beans, lots of beans.

Oh, beans lots of beans lots of beans lots of beans.
Yeah, yeah!

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and then this one:

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Narwhals, narwhals, swimming in the ocean
Causing a commotion cuz they are so awesome
Narwhals, narwhals, swimming in the ocean
Pretty big and pretty white, they beat a polar bear in a fight
Like an underwater unicorn they got a kickass facial horn!
They're the jedis of the sea!
They stop Cthuly eating ye!
Narwhals they are narwhals, narwhals!
Just don't let them touch your balls!
Narwhals, they are narwhals!
Inventors of the shishkebab!

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it was quite charming, in an I'm-a-mother-and-I-love-my-boys kind of way. . .

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(altho I'm sure Vicus and Mel would have found it entertaining) (click Narwhals or Magical Trevor to listen to slightly rougher versions - my boys have better voices; personally I've always liked this one best) (and of course, we musn't forget the llamamamamas, must we?!)

When this old world starts getting me down
And people are just too much for me to face
I climb way up to the top of the stairs
And all my cares just drift right in to space

On the roof it's peaceful as can be
And there the world below can't bother me

Let me tell you now
When I come home feelin' tired and beat
I go up where the air is fresh and sweet
I get away from the hustling crowds
And all that rat race noise down in the street

On the roof's the only place I know
Where you just have to wish to make it so
Oh, let's go up on the roof
At night the stars put on a show for free
And darling, you can share it all with me

I keep a-telling you
Right smack down in the middle of town
I found a paradise that's trouble proof
So if this world starts getting you down
There's room enough for two up on the roof

Up on the roof

lyrics by CAROLE KING
sung by JAMES TAYLOR

a guest writer (Mini-Teen) writes:

"Badger Badger Badger Badger, Mushroom Mushroom" and "Llama Llama, Duck" (in response to Vicus' piece on perverts) The Badger Song: Ah. A classic. Hilariously funny, for no logical reason at all. Any of you who haven't heard it should be ashamed. Very ashamed. It started as a funny, looping flash cartoon was circulating among AIM profiles and the like years ago, and has since become a web foremen but has now died down. In case anyone's curious, the song goes as below. Watch the animation. Just do it.
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Badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger, Mushroom Mushroom; Badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger, Mushroom Mushroom; Badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger, Mushroom Mushroom; Badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger, Mushroom Mushroom; Badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger badger; A big ol' snake - snake a snake; Oh it's a snake!

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The Llama Song: Again another classic. Less known. More funny. You need to watch it as you listen. It would of been on loop so excuse the sudden stop on the you tube video. This one's a loop.

Here's a llama, there's a llama and another little llama; fuzzy llama; funny llama; llama llama; duck; llama llama; cheesecake; llama; tablet; brick; potato; llama; llama llama; mushroom; llama llama llama; duck; I was once a treehouse, I lived in a cake, but I never saw the way the orange slayed the rake; I was only three years dead, but it told a tale; and now listen, little child, to the safety rail; did you ever see a llama; kiss a llama on the llama llama's llama; tastes of llama, llama llama; duck; half a llama; twice the llama; not a llama; farmer; llama; llama in a car; alarm a llama; llama; duck; is THIS how it's told now?; is it all so old?; is it made of lemon juice?; doorknob; ankle; cold; now my song is getting thin, I've run out of luck; time for me to retire now and become a duck.
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Enjoy!!!

so I was thinking about next year

as usual I turn to google images to try and flesh out my thoughts a little. . . otherwise, it's all a little bit sad, isn't itfor, dear reader, were it not for our amazing online encyclopedia I would not be able to show you how my mind works while I'm singing a song (for some that may be a relief, but for you, dear reader, it would be a tragedgy) (tragedy, see) (you have no idea what it's like, being in my head) (and thank your lucky stars for that!) (see, when I typed tradgedy, most of you would have thought of this, but I thought of The Bee Gees. . .) (YIKES!); so, anyway, where was I? oh, I know!

thinking about next year. . .this is one of the things I found:

(sometimes it's a little random,
and a little like the best jumble sales,
one has to rummage around a bit to find the good stuff)
(but life's like that, eh)

this was another thing:

(but that doesn't really apply to us, does it?)

anyhoo
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I guess the thing about next year is that

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is that

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is that

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the only thing I really want is to stop being so sad

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I mean, I managed to stop being depressed in 2009, didn't I? so it must be possible. . . musn't it? I don't really bore you with it, you see, because it would just get a little repetitive. . . hour after hour, day after day of me being sad

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but sometimes I just can't get it out of my head - it goes round and around and I go about the day and do the chores and look after the children and their various needs and yet I'm still so sad and I go out to the supermarket and I go and sit and have a coffee somewhere or other and read the paper and I read books and I finish the sudoku and I wander around the library and I walk along down by the river and I go home again and do my best to be a good mother and and and and everynowandagain I try and shake myself out of it and get my act together and do something different like the etching and the quest for the perfect lipstick and yet I can never seem to shake the sad away

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see, you're bored already aren't you? that's why I don't go on about it!
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so, next year. . . I'm actually trying not to think about it

I want a hippopotamus for Christmas Only a hippopotamus will do Don't want a doll, no dinky Tinker Toy I want a hippopotamus to play with and enjoy I want a hippopotamus for Christmas I don't think Santa Claus will mind, do you? He won't have to use our dirty chimney flue Just bring him through the front door, that's the easy thing to do I can see me now on Christmas morning, creeping down the stairs Oh what joy and what surprise when I open up my eyes to see a hippo hero standing there I want a hippopotamus for Christmas Only a hippopotamus will do No crocodiles, no rhinoceroses I only like hippopotamuses And hippopotamuses like me too Mom says the hippo would eat me up, but then Teacher says a hippo is a vegeterian There's lots of room for him in our two-car garage I'd feed him there and wash him there and give him his massage I can see me now on Christmas morning, creeping down the stairs Oh what joy and what surprise when I open up my eyesto see a hippo hero standing there I want a hippopotamus for Christmas Only a hippopotamus will do No crocodiles or rhinoceroseses I only like hippopotamuseses - and hippopotamuses like me too!

is your pencil

full of lead?

(-:

enjoy:

1, 2, 3, 4!

I got a sheet for my bed, And a pillow for my head I got a pencil full of lead, And some water for my throat I've got buttons for my coat; and sails on my boat So much more than I needed before I got money in the meter and a two bar heater Now it's getting hotter; Oh it's only getting sweeter I got legs on my chairs and a head full of hear Pot and a pan And some shoes on my feet; I got a shelf full of books and most of my teeth A few pairs of socks and a door with a lock I got food in my belly and a license for my telly And nothing's going to bring me down I got a nice guitar and tyres on my car I got most of the means; and scripts for the scenes I'm out and about, so I'm in with a shout I got a fair bit of chat but better than that Food in my belly and a license for my telly And nothing's going to bring me down Nothing's going to bring me down But best of all (best of all) I've got my baby She's mighty fine and says she's all mine And nothing's going to bring me down Best of allI've got my baby She's mighty fine and says she's all mine And nothing's going to bring me down. . .

Not today, no, no. . .
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PAOLO NUTINI

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(this has nothing whatsoever at all to do with this evening, I just think it's fab; I'll be back in a bit with some pics)

waiting in

"Wait, oh yes wait a minute mister postman Wait, wait mister postman Mister postman look and see If there's a letter in your bag for me I been waiting such a long time Since I heard from that girl of mine There must be some word today From my girlfriend so far away Please mister postman look and see If there's a letter, a letter for me I been standing here waiting mister postman So patiently For just a card or just a letter Saying she's returning home to me So many days you passed me by See the tear standing in my eye You didn't stop to make me feel better By leaving me a card or a letter Please Mr. Postman, look and see If there's a letter, oh yeh for me, I've been waiting, a long long time Since I've heard from that girlfriend of mine. You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute You gotta check it and see, one more time for me Wait Wait Wait Deliver the letter, the sooner the better

"Wait!" (your choice of The Beatles or The Carpenters)

well, that's true to an extent (the waiting bit) (three cards from LA still haven't turned up) but I'm actually waiting for my new red coffee machine (all machinerys are like cars to me - best described by the colour of the paint job)

(shame it's not that one really,
that's much nicer than mine)

ho hum

while we're waiting, if you're bored, I could always tell you about my new piece of knitting! anyone interested? no, thought not. . .

Humble and helpless and learning to pray
Praying for visions to show me the way

Show me the way to forgive you
Allow me to let it go

Allow me to be forgiven
Show me the way to let go

Show me the way to forgive you
Allow me to let it go, allow me to be forgiven

And show me the way to let go
Illuminate me, illuminate me, illuminate me

I'm just praying for you to show me where to begin
Hoping to, hoping to reconnect to you
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THOMAS - PERFECT CIRCLE