Monday, 30 August 2010

Yodelling

I've always been intrigued/fascinated/utterly bemused by the warbling antics of Mariah Carey and the likes.  The hand action.  The facial contortions.  The crazy pointing.  The jaw spasms.  The inability to choose a note and stick with it.

Not being a singer myself, I've often wondered if these are an integral part of sounding good.  Mariah's a great singer - she does the aforementioned 'tricks'.  Christina Aguilera is a great singer.  She's also known to have these flourishes.  (She could do with a good bath.  Dirrrrty, as in, pass the soap.  Eeeuuww..)

So, to kind of illustrate my point, here's a great song for you all to listen to.  And for those au fait with the most recent Body Pump tracks, this is used for the cool down.  I really do love this song, even though I didn't know who these people were, til I googled them.  Now, all I know is their names :)

Now.  If you were a young couple that were so desperately in love, that you had to take time out of your recording studio and photo shoot to meet up in a forest, (that I think looks like where MJ and his beau were walking through.  But the again, I suppose all forests look the same, right?) to sing to each other... WHY would you implement the flourishes at that point?  Look at the video, around about 2.52.

The guy, Guy (... hehe) looks like the wicked witch of the west, just after she's had the bucket of water thrown over her.  A total contortion.  In fact, if he were my boyfriend, singing to me like that, I'd have to resist the urge of putting him in the recovery position.  Having said that, the broad - Jordin ain't that much better.

Meh.  Who am I to comment?  I like Michael Bolton.  And Chicago.  And anyone else of that ilk.

MMmmmmm  Peter Cetera in a forest.....

Tuesday, 17 August 2010

You know it's a bad day when..

...you've lost the lids for your contact lens case and have to use Connect 4 counters instead.  (And when I say Connect 4, I mean ASDA's own version of it.)


Sunday, 1 August 2010

It'll fall on deaf ears.

So, if you were thinking about calling Social Services on my ass cos of this morning's breakfast shenanigans, then think again.

The kids WANTED to eat dry Weetabix (not even the chocolate chip ones).

They call it Wickerbix out of their own choice (no, I've not made them watch the Wicker Man.   I'm distressed enough remembering sitting on a wicker chair when I was younger and getting all scratched from it.)

They asked for water.  It's not that I didn't offer them diluting juice, cos I did.  Honest.  They just chose water.

They started coughing and spluttering from trying to chow down on the dry Weetabix and decided they didn't like water after all, so didn't have a drink to wash it all down with.  There were tears and shouts of "I told you so's".

But, if after hearing all of the evidence, you still want to call Social Services cos I don't offer my kids a decent, healthy, moist breakfast, then call them.  My case number is 24601.  In fact, if I get a 5 more calls, I'll get a free t-shirt.