robgirlbooks: When life's kicking your butt, how about a theme song? [9] Oldies baby!

Monday, September 1, 2014

When life's kicking your butt, how about a theme song? [9] Oldies baby!

September! The end of summer, the first glimmers of fall, and most of all, my birthday month! Yay! Okay, that's all fake enthusiasm. I'm not sure how I feel about this birthday, but if I had to guess, I think a panic attack is forthcoming. All the more reason for awesome music, and to make fun of myself a bit, how about tapping into Oldies! Yes, 80's count. Rock on people!

rob's pick!

Sweet Child O' Mine by Guns N' Roses

Shann's pick!

I Want Candy by Bow Wow Wow

Mom's pick!

(I can't get no) Satisfaction by Rolling Stones!

9 comments:

JezzebellJCSeptember 1, 2014 at 8:30 PM
YES! Sweet Child of Mine is amazing :D I love that song. All of them are great, but that's definitely the fav on this list for me. Great choice of theme this month! Jaclyn @ JC's Book Haven.
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UnknownSeptember 2, 2014 at 7:57 AM
3 great picks. I was a huge Gnr fan in high school. Never really got into the stones that much but i respect their music. I still remember the first time i saw Welcome to the Jungle on MTV back when they actually played music videos.
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AthinaSeptember 2, 2014 at 9:16 AM
Hey, Robyn! I've missed you and your craziness and your TOLs
September ... I can't really believe it. It's a good reason for great music, you're damn right. I love those songs.

Here's to a GREAT month.
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UnknownSeptember 3, 2014 at 10:45 PM
I'm a huge fan of Guns and Roses & Rolling Stones.
The songs you shared are amazing. Thanks :)
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Little bit about Robyn Jones

I laugh when people fall down. It's a glitch in my programming, but even my mom has suffered this quirk. I have a BA in Studio Art from the University of Puget Sound. My boys make me laugh every day. I steal pens; I try real hard not to. I collect those free bookmarks at the checkout counter at libraries. I've had more stitches than anyone I know. I love stories, writing them, reading them, watching them. You can email me at robgirlbooks@gmail.com or write a comment on a post or on my Goodreads page, just click my picture to go there.

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"Mom, you said shit." "I know, John." "You said shit, Mom." "Stop saying shit, John." "You stop saying shit."
"Mom, what do you want for Christmas?" "I want two happy boys." "You already have two happy boys." John 3/12/13
"Mama, I want to stay with you forever." John 3/2/13
I keep my perfume out of reach so the four year old won't mess with it. One day, he climbed the closet shelves, grabbed the bottle and sprayed away. After tagging everything from his hands to his penis (did I mention he was naked?) he shouted, "God dang it!" "John, little boys do not say God dang it. Try drat." "God drat!"
"Why did the chicken cross the road?" "Why?" "Because there was poop on the ground." 4yr old John (2/18/13)
"Mom, you're not a superhero. You're just a human." 10 yr old Will (2/11/13)
"When I'm at daddy's, sometimes I think about hugging you, mom." 4yr old John (2/8/13)
"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. I'll do it the easy way, mom. You do it the hard way." 2/6/13 4yr old John
"I sleep, eat, and watch TV like Garfield." 4yr old John
John snatched his older brother's Lego Star Wars shorts out of the laundry and quickly put them on. "These are mine." "No, John." "But they look good on me."
"John, what was you favorite part of school today?" "When you came to visit me in class."
In an attempt to redirect the morning car-bickering routine, I transformed into one of those newly-minted teachers, you know, the enthusiastic cheerleader smiling kind. "Who knows the number one car rule?" I toss out there in a chipper voice. "I do. I do!" bounces around the car as excited hands wave back and forth. "Okay John, what's the number one car rule?" "No, pooping in the car."
Will's teacher asked him, "What do you want to do when you grow up?" "Help my mom."
Just to set up this next quote, I'm not the best interpreter of 4yr old speak. "Mom, Will's clothes disappeared." Since Will wasn't naked I looked back at John. "What does that mean?" "Disappeared means Will's clothes are gone!" he says with his hands making a vanishing act gesture.
"Mom, what rhymes with duck?" 4yr old John
Recently, John found a handful of Pez dispensers. Since he doesn't like the candy, he plays with them like action figures. "Mom, you play Woody, I'll play Garfield and Thor." I dutifully play Woody from Toy Story. "I'm Sheriff Woody. Reach for the sky." "I'm Garfield. I'm a talking cat. I'm Thor. I'm a superhero. Hey, let's look up." (because that is all a pez dispenser can do)
"Will, stop bossing John around." "I'm helping you boss John around." my 10 yr old
"Mom, I wanted weapons for Christmas. Santa is on the naughty list." my 4yr old
"Hot dogs are made of dead animals, Mom...I love dead animals!" my 4yr old
"When I say I don't like you, I love you." my 4yr old
"I've had a rough day." me "Like a Viking?" my 10 yr old
Seven days before Christmas it snows. "Merry Christmas, Mom," ten year old Will says with his arm around me.
"We have to take care of each other, Mom." my son Will
"The baddest guy in Mexico beat me." 4 year old John
"If you think my name is Cinderella, you just don't get it." my son John
"Mom, I love your Buddha belly." my son John