We were out to dinner with some friends last night, and they told us that their 6th grade daughter asked what "pimping" was because apparently that is the word du jour among the boys in her class. A bunch of lily white suburban boys walking around with their pants hung low and saying, "what's up homey? that's so pimpin'" is so laughable. Let's drop them off at the Robert Taylor homes and see how badass they feel then. Luckily, H and T are too young to pick up that silly vernacular, but H is starting to talk like a teenager--she has this annoying habit of ending her sentences with an upward inflection, which I know is not uncommon, but it drives me crazy! I told her only questions end on the uptick, so hopefully she will drop this valley girl-esque speech soon.
Speaking of pimping, H's routine for this year's dance recital is to "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown." A downloaded the song to her iPod and printed lyrics for her. Um, the dude owns a Continental and an Eldorado, and packs a gun and a razor in his shoe--wonder what he does for a living and if it's appropriate for H to sing? Yes, both H and T have their own iPods, privileged little monsters that they are. They're not allowed to take them out of the house (they have docks and use them as stereos in their rooms) because they would be lost within 17 minutes. I love music, and I want them to love music, so I'm OK with this. I think I will start making them pay for their own downloads though. H asked for "Lips of an Angel" today, and T asked for "Dreaming of a Broken Heart." He told me that a broken heart is when you have a girlfriend, but she doesn't love you anymore. How the heck does a 5-year-old know that?
Guitar Hero 3 is out today. I haven't even mastered the first 2 yet, but I still want the new one.
Random thought: I made brownies yesterday and used a toothpick to check for doneness. I've had this particular box of toothpicks for probably close to 10 years--the $0.59 price tag is from a store in NYC, so this box moved from our apartment in NYC to our condo in NYC to the burbs of NYC to the burbs of Chicago. How the heck do toothpick manufacturers stay in business? I can't imagine that the profit margin is high on this product, and I'm not anywhere close to getting through 750 toothpicks in 10 years. Or maybe I'm abnormal and most people don't move a $0.59 box of toothpicks among 4 different houses.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
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