Mixed Up Lyrics

I love to sing! I've loved singing for as long as I can remember. Once, when I was about 5 and I was riding in the back of our Chevy El Camino to pickup my older siblings from school and my mom told me to either stop singing or move to the very back of the vehicle (she was listening to talk radio). I moved. Also, when listening to my Walkman and doing the dishes (age 10-15), my siblings would ask me to stop singing. Could they really hear me? I could hardly hear myself over the music!

Sometimes I don't know what the words to the song are, but just sing what I think they are. Here are a few lyrics of what I sing. Can you tell what songs they're from?

1. The heart of rock 'n roll is to beat ya.
2. She seems to have an invisible Tuff Shed.
3. I know this church is true.
4. Cleaning product from the kitchen.
5. Now the Czar, Now the Czar.

Other times, I purposely change lyrics to songs. Like singing "We are the Champions" with the letter P at the start of each word. This is a jingle from 1982. My older brother and sisters changed the words, but I sang with gusto every time they would start into it.

Tab, Tab Cola what a sickening drink.
Tab, Tab Cola for ugly, fat people.
Tab, Tab Cola is poisonous to drink,
Tastes tart and 10 billion calories.

(Here is a youtube video of the original commercial.)

At school with Roderic

One of the many joys of motherhood is seeing the amazing imaginations of my children. For example, when I had my jaw surgeries in the fall of 2002, Sabrina fixed up an apple box to be a hospital bed for herself. We spent hours of recovery with her in her 'hospital bed' and me on the couch.

The latest encounter was last night, when Roderic decided that our family should go to school and he would be the teacher. School started out by him telling a story from my childhood. It was hilarious. Especially since Ryan couldn't understand what Roderic was talking about. And that is when the no laughing sign appeared. I had to get it on film, but he wouldn't retell my story.



We had a tough time getting Roderic to stop the school so we could SSP (Scripture, Song, Prayer) with the family.

And since you're probably wondering about the story from my youth, here it is:
For several years, I had a special stool that I would uses in the kitchen. It had words on it, in all caps, "STAND UP TO BE TALL. SIT DOWN TO BE SMALL." It was my stool because one year on my birthday (3rd or 4th) my whole family went to the store and purchased this red stool. My older brother and sisters like to tease me that it wasn't really my stool, but it was. It was bought in MY presence on MY birthday. They are just jealous to not to have such a cool stool.