Sunday, November 23, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Flamengista
California Novembers
Well, the onset of fall faked me out. I saw a few brownish/orange leaves fall off a tree branch one day; we had a week of brisk, windy weather and I had to actually put on a sweater; someone started a fire in their fireplace and the aroma enveloped the whole neighborhood; we had a block carnival with hot apple cider to boot... but alas, it is STILL Southern California and it was hotter than Dixey this week. I had to get the summer pool out for all the kids to cool off in. (For all of my friends freezing in knee-deep snow: don't feel too sorry for us, this is one of the reasons why we live here.)



Monday, November 17, 2008
Keep Your Hand on Your Gun
John is really big into these Spaghetti Westerns and the cheesy music that comes with them. He has an entire Ennio Moricone collection of all the spaghetti western music one could want. (I'm telling you, it would be a slow and torturous death for me, to have to listen to the whole album.) But, the girls have gotten into it. They love to do dancing and prancing to the Indian music and the low crooning of the cowboys. Since John sings only a few lines of these songs they only recognize a few lines. Well, the other day someone had sneaked the CD into our player and when I went to listen to some music, thinking it would be soothing Worship songs like Chris Tomlin or Selah I was greeted with the following:
dududuh-dudu-dududuh-dududuh - "Keep your hand on your gun." - dududh-dudu-dududuh-
"Don't you trust anyone...." and Marina was in the kitchen and she says, "Mom, is that dad singing that?"
dududuh-dudu-dududuh-dududuh - "Keep your hand on your gun." - dududh-dudu-dududuh-
"Don't you trust anyone...." and Marina was in the kitchen and she says, "Mom, is that dad singing that?"
Thursday, November 13, 2008
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