Yep I say Blame it on the Baby (and older siblings too)
I like to blog Monday to Friday. Five things a week. Like it's a job or something. Ha
I'm not always perfect, but I try.
I have a zillion things flying around my brain. I'll chuckle and think - That'll be good to blog.
Then just as fast as it came, it's gone again.
zip... gone.
I'm sitting here and the life of me can't remember what I was going to blog. Something about Katy Perry's California Girls, something about a great attribute of The Mr, something about ideas to keep the kids busy during the holidays, something about Miss N and her 'getting 10 teeth at once - means no sleepy for weeks' problem, not to mention the funny crazy things the other girls have done/will do this week.
Any way
It was something along the lines of - Changing unsuitable lyrics in catchy songs I like - to more suitable ones for the overall population.
Like a bleeper machine, and then a talkover of me saying what I'd fill the gap in with.
Take California Girls by Katy Perry.
No 'daisy dukes and bikinni's on top'
It would be: summer dress, Hat on top
No 'Sippin' Gin and juice'
But 'Sippin' Pineapple Juice'
No 'sex on the beach'
It'd be 'Long walks on the beach'
Same with Kid Rocks All Summer Long
No sipping whisky out the bottle, no sex by the lake and no smoking funny things
Example
While we were trying different things
And we were saying funny things
Dancing by the lake to our favorite song
Sipping Maison out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
Singing Sweet Home Alabama all summer long
I absolutely hate that addictive upbeat songs usually have terrible messages. I sing them and feel terrible, even worse if the kids are found singing it! But we all know thats satan's plan to undermine family and respectable behaviour. But it makes me sad. I love a good catchy beaty song!! Damn you! why must you be so catchy!!
So I'm sure I'll be making lots of money if I can just figure out a way to sell pop music with my more suitable lyrics inserted. You know you want to hear me! on every immoral catchy pop tune ever made.
A Uniform for my day job?
Possible Gang sign?