I sat down to write a prolific post. I had every intention of using very vague metaphors that somehow relate wilted flowers to world hunger. I would use fancy words I found in the dictionary, and none of you would correct my misguided usage of said fancy words because you wouldn’t know their definitions either. I’d planned to give the post an incredibly scopperloit title. See? I don’t even know what scopperloit means.
Innocently, I turned on some music to provide background noise, melodic thumping to the beat of my genius. As the old adage goes, “Don’t stop ’til you get enough”, and pretty soon my tapping toes and hair-flipping ruckus could not be caged. Energy aimed for a brilliant blog entry recalculated, took a left to Funky Town, and weaved willy-nilly across lanes and through red lights until I forgot that my sole purpose in waking this morning was not, in fact, to bring sexy back.
What do I have to show for getting with the jiggy?
Well, not much. Certainly not a prolific blog post with fancy metaphors. Definitely some worried glances from my toddler. Did you know you can actually see a child becoming scarred for life? It looks like a strained poop face mixed with the sad, puppy eyes from those Sarah McLachlan commercials on animal cruelty. Also, telling him to shake what his mama gave him does nothing to heal the trauma.
So while I pump up the volume and consider, just for a second, being a less humiliating mom or finishing a very important post about my wedding dress, I’ll leave you with the soundtrack to my current madness. Enjoy…or don’t. I’ll be busy flashing jazz hands.
The “I Wish I Was Invited To That Party” Song
The “I Is My Brother’s Keeper & My Brother Keeps It Funky” Song
The “I’ll Give You A Laugh But Not A Ring” Song
The “They Probably Made Out After This Jam Session” Song
The “What? I Have A Toddler” Song
Hope this got your funky feet a’ tapping or at least confirmed what you already knew: I have downright awful, straight up scopperloit taste in music. Check in tomorrow for an up-to-date account of my various dance injuries, a post about my a wedding dress, and the big winner of the Pajama Eater Eat Whaaa? contest!
What’s your favorite song of the moment?
What do you do instead of being productive?
My musical tastes are constantly changing, but you can never go wrong with a little Justin Timberlake “Rock Your Body” if you’re in a dancing mood!
Pretty sure I jam out while blogging…the other day it was to LMFAO and I’m Sexy And I Know It!!! Sometimes I scare my cat by dancing around the office like a spaz….or I scare the neighborhood children by forgetting to close the curtains.
Happy New Year! For some reason I have not been getting my Tori updates via email and had NO IDEA you were back in action! Dang it! Glad you`re back and now I`ll be getting my read on. You`ll see me unsubscribe and then subscribe again- just an FYI…
I experienced a similar thing…thought maybe a virus had hi-jacked my Tori-posts. Or WordPress had failed again…either way, I am happy to report, all is in order in the new year, and my Tori updates are coming thru just fine.
I’m not sure I can say this is my favorite, but I can’t get the damn Red Solo Cup song out of my head!
Oh, well. As long as someone doesn’t starting singing The Song That Never Ends….
Love, love, love it! Love the Avett Brothers–do you read Garden & Gun? They had a great article about ‘em.
The song that never ends–omg. Carpool memories from many a decade. Love Toby, and Red Solo Cup is such a briliiant title, yet this song doesn’t work for me.
OMG OMG OMG… at last, someone else that likes the Avett Bros. I thought I was the only one in the blogosphere that dug them. You most certainly have the scopperloitiest taste in music!
If it’s any consolation, my son just turned 10, and now he dances around the kitchen with me singing along to that Maria Carey Christmas song.
Finally, here’s some alt-country for you… Happy New Year
http://www.metacafe.com/watch/wm-A10302B0000296101B/uncle_tupelo_the_long_cut_official_music_video/
Do you suppose it’s a bad sign that I don’t know the word “scopperloit?” Let’s pretend it’s an an issue with memory and not one having to do with IQ–that I used to know the word and have only forgotten. Yes, I blame it on senility, as I do my inability to dance–old age.
Kathy
My favourite song of all time? Stevie Wonder’s “Superstition”. And as for what I do when I’m supposed to be being productive? I couch and watch reality tv (*hanging head in shame*)… you know, when I’m not reading about epigenetics and string theory….
Super T, I’m not sure about scopperloit, but your adoxography is amazing! *he says without the least bit of pretension*
My favorite song of the moment is anything on Coldplay’s Mylo Xyloto album, except the one with Rhianna. And, sometimes my best posts come from behavior just like yours.
I can’t listen to music while I write, either. But I say what you found in your errant intent was joy and vigor. Sometimes that’s a better discovery. Plus, now you know what face NOT to inspire in that little one of yours. Good tip for the future. Productive day for you, indeed! (PS I have no kids and I still think “Bare Necessities” is a righteous jam.)
I know I shouldn’t, but I actually prefer getting jiggy to contemplating world hunger. My bad.
BTW, I once had a scopperloit on my neck. Had something to do with an iodine deficiency. Step up your salt intake and you should be just fine.
Hahaha…
PRODUCTIVE!
Hahaha… hehehe.
(apparently uncontrolled giggling at the mere mention of productivity is what I do rather than… be… productive. Shocking. I know.)
I’ll do just about anything (but clean my house) to avoid being productive. A couple weeks ago, I spent three hours playing Angry Birds on our tablet. I think I was avoiding frosting Christmas cookies
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Jason Mraz – Bella Luna
Love it!
I think this was a fine piece of literary greatness!
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“Did you know you can actually see a child becoming scarred for life?” That’s stuff I wish my momma told me, and I don’t know why I said momma cus I’ve never used that for my mom, but I guess it’s cus I read your blogs in a sort of southerny accent. That was a nice amount of funny for the middle of the night.
Haha. LOVE that you read the posts with a country twang. That’s probably the very best way to read them
Great writing – no really….love your writing..
Great music I’ve never heard?
Priceless !
Thanks…
Ian, just the fact that you aren’t horrified by my taste in music is enough for me. Want to be best friends? I live in a strictly country/ pop music town, so I get a few crooked stares when I start talking about folk rock
Anyone who shares new music and writes as well as you do is a friend of mine!
I’m an equal opportunity music fan…but really a jazz fan at heart…I used to have to bribe friends (dinner and ticket) just to come to jazz gigs with me so I feel your pain re: the crooked stares
Aww thanks, mister! It’s a tough gig liking alt. music in a place more country than cow fields!
I just love this post! You are hilarious.I also added some of those songs you listed to my playlist. Thanks!
Yay! Hope you have a day of dancing fun. I make it a point to dance around the house all the time. This might explain why my neighbors don’t wave back at me
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