Tuesday, October 4, 2005

3 POINTS FOR ROCKY, and the Geriatric Rockers.

I wanted to take a shower before the concert, so I went into my bathroom, started to undress and stuck my arm in to turn on the shower.  Something was wrong though.  I heard the water, but I didn't see it.  At least not before I felt it.  I looked down to see the loose shower head twisting on its hose, shooting water everywhere.  I tried to shut the shower door to contain the spray but there was a grinding sound of metal against metal.  The shower doors were off their tracks.  I dropped my shirt and grabbed the shower head, twisting it and replacing it on its holder at the top of the shower wall.  I was soaked.  Singing my praises (not really) for Rocky, who had showered last, I struggled with the doors until they were back on their tracks.  Finally, success.  That was when I saw my teeshirt, in the toilet.  Singing even higher praise, I scooped the shirt out of the pot, wrang it out and tossed it into the sink.  Just wonderful!

My shirt was still in the sink when Dickidoo came home.  Naturally he inquired as to why it was in the sink.  'Long story' I said, but told him anyway, being as I was in need of a little sympathy.  Of course he thought it was funny, he always does.

"Hahaha," he cackled.  "The same thing happened with the blue towel."

"What?  What blue towel?"  Yep, you guessed it, I had used a blue towel.

"I didn't hang it up, I left it on the floor" he insisted through his laughter.  But there was no towel on the floor, and the only towel hanging up was the blue one I had just dried off with.

"Well, it was hanging up!" I accused, unable to see what he found so amusing about me drying off with a towel that had fallen into the toilet.  "Was it that Winnie the Pooh towel?" I asked, pointing to the towel I had hung back up on the rail to dry.

"Nope, just a plain blue one" he said.  Immediately I felt better because I had used the blue Winnie the Pooh towel.

Rocky probably grabbed the other blue towel.  Good!  Serves her right, that precious little sweetheart.

The concert was a disaster.  REO, who is an awesome band, didn't play very well last night.  The instuments were way too loud and drowned out the vocals, which was actually a good thing because the vocals were way off!  Needless to say, Becca wasn't very impressed.  I tried to get her to stay for Styx, who is always an awesome live band, but she was miserable, and since it was her birthday I sacrificed my night (sniff... ) for her.  Of course she felt guilty and cried.  First she cries because she hated the music, then she cried because we left.  Yep, she's turning into a fine young woman! 

I was eventually able to talk her back into a good mood and we feasted on a kiwi, strawberry and mandarine orange birthday cake.  (Yes, that is another one of them hill-billy birthday tealight candles). Ya know, REO was bad, but they weren't that bad and I don't think they've ever made anyone cry before.  Maybe tears of joy, but tears of total dispair?  That has got to be a first.  Well, we made the kids go.  We didn't give them a choice.  They had to listen to the band.  Fair is fair and we had to listen to the kids cut up on our band.

"I thought they would have those walker things." Art says.  "Are they Geriatric Rockers?"

"They're Old Wrinkled Rockers." Becca pouts.  "They have to be at least in their 40's!"

Gee kids, thanks!  Sorry REO, I didn't want to walk out on you.  And Styx.... STYX!  NOOOOO!

But I shall have my revenge!  I shall play my REO Speedwagon dvd and Styx cd's for the rest of the week! Those kids will be seeing Geriatric Rockers in their dreams, with rhinestone walkers and old, wrinkly 40-something Polident smiles!  And I'll be in the front row flicking my Bic, swaying with my love handles hanging out of my cropped top and tight leggings... in a sea of other geriatric groupies!  And my kids won't be able to wake up!  I will MAKE them sleep in!  Hahahahaha!

Kids!  They just don't know real music when they hear it!

18 comments:

Anonymous said...

lmao thru the whole entry.

Anonymous said...

I'm sorry that didn't work out. I was hoping they would like the concert.
Have a great week.
Hugs, R.c.

Anonymous said...

Sorry the concert did not go as you wanted it to.  I make a Mandarin Orange cake.  It is out of this world.  You cracked me up again with your wonderful humor.  I do the same thing to my kids, usually with Three Dog Night, although I did make them sit through the song, Chick-A-Boom, and I said, "Now that is music!"  Needless to say, they were not impressed, but neither am I with their rap crap, lol.

Blessings!~
Susan
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Anonymous said...

Nothing like the aging rockers :)
Peace and love,
Charley
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Anonymous said...

As I was reading the shower scene I was seeing it all in my head (don't worry you were partially clothed!!) - How funny, it's the sort of thing that normally happens to me only with my toothbrush! lol I live with some pretty sadistic toddlers!
Tilly
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Anonymous said...

LOL!  Sounds like my house.  My seven year old diva is the prankster here.  Her latest fav is to aim the hand holdable shower head right at you while it's in it's holster.  of course, who thinks to check the dang shower head when they are multitasking?  Not me.  Or her daddy.  Somehow it was hilarious when it got him.  We missed Styx too.  They came here and I didn't know until after...;(.  Sounds like the birthday girl was "having a flare"...Mr.'s term for us girls when we get...you know...hormonal.  LOL ;)  C.  http://journals.aol.com/gdireneoe/thedailies

Anonymous said...

lolololololololololololololol haha Gereatric hahahah thats funny

Anonymous said...

Man. I saw that coming a mile away. I'd rather have the shower attack me than to sit on the toilet in the middle of the night just to find the seat's up. Splash! And I have my own bathroom!

Julie

Anonymous said...

Don't worry...anything the kids do right now is gonna come back on them when they have kids.  You will live to see it happen..I'm going through it right now...Alisa is constantly astounded by her four...I just Laugh cause I know whats coming....Sandi  http://journals.aol.com/sdoscher458/PoeticJourneyOfTheSoul

Anonymous said...

LOL  I am sorry about the shower run in... I have had similar shower disasters, usually courtesy of my hubby.  Sorry you missed Styx but I imagine you are playing them right now really loud...I hear them in my head!

Be well,
Dawn

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Anonymous said...

awww....see,,,,,If you had taken this Becca, we would have stayed for the whole concert....ummphhhh
Becky

Anonymous said...

omg 40 is geriatric I may as well be in a nursing home...lol
Tell her demi moore is 42 and looking pretty good...lol

Anonymous said...

Wish Becca a Happy Birthday( late  sorry)

Deb

Anonymous said...

LOL... your kids don't know what they're missing... I just love Styx... and I'm 20-something.... <humming... come sail away.. come sail away... come saillllll awwayyyy with me> hehe...Love your journal!...Praying for safety and traveling mercies for Gabe. Take care...
Just sign me...
Fellow Dust Bunny Collector

Anonymous said...

You missed Styx! Oh no! I love them!

Anonymous said...

You show'em, girl!  Sorry REO weren't at their best, and how horrible to have to leave before STYX!

Lori

Anonymous said...

Oh how can you say you don't know if REO ever made anyone cry? I used to sob my eyes out to "Time for me to Fly" but then it was at a time when it reminded me of this guy and my heart hurt so bad that even now I think tenderly of him, imagine him in his bald twice-divorced glory, the cliche that he became!

~ Karyn

Anonymous said...

Yes, be real about your love for Styx and REO.  My hubby and I were recently sucked into an infomertial for 70s and 80s music, and had our own air band (just the two of us) rocking to the "oldies".  You are so right, our kids just don't know real music even if it bit'em in the bum.  I can't hear a tune from one of these groups and not be singing at the top of my lungs (badly), embarrassing the doo out of my children...thanks for the support!