Dancing Queen
If you want to know the best way to connect with your teenaged sons, download the soundtrack from Mamma Mia! onto their iTunes playlist.
How was I to know?
The boys were visiting their dad for the summer.
My grocery bills actually dipped below $250 a week.
What can I say?
I decided to splurge.
Bought myself an iPod. An iPod shuffle, granted. On sale. The only iPod I could afford.
Nevermind that both boys have iIPods and an iTunes library that is quite astonishing.
If you are a fifteen year old boy.
I mean, I scrolled through their entire playlist and found four – count them, four!!! – songs I “might” possibly download onto my new lavender iPod shuffle. If I were being banished to a desert island for life and was restricted to picking from their playlist. Or else silence.
Pshaw!!!!!!
I needed some tunes, baby! Some DANCE tunes!
Some serious dance tunes.
Some party tunes.
What better – I ask you? – than the soundtrack from the new movie musical Mamma Mia!?
I rest my case.
I played the songs for my younger son tonight after dinner. Loudly. Whilst I danced around the room, doing karaoke, and relieving all the stress from my no good, terrible, awful stressful day.
He was not impressed.
I did jumping jacks. I did arm swoops. I hopped up and down. Windmills. Hip blasters. You name it.
I told him this would be a GREAT workout for the football team!
To no avail.
His eyes were wide. He cringed in shock on my bed. His electric guitar grasped tightly in his arms as I switched from “Dancing Queen” to “Super Trouper” to “Mamma Mia” to “Take a Chance on Me.”
I was serenading, lip-synching, gyrating my hips, working up a sweat just for him. Him. Him. Him.
God damn, it felt good!
I should do that more often.
See that girl… Watch that scene…
How was I to know?
The boys were visiting their dad for the summer.
My grocery bills actually dipped below $250 a week.
What can I say?
I decided to splurge.
Bought myself an iPod. An iPod shuffle, granted. On sale. The only iPod I could afford.
Nevermind that both boys have iIPods and an iTunes library that is quite astonishing.
If you are a fifteen year old boy.
I mean, I scrolled through their entire playlist and found four – count them, four!!! – songs I “might” possibly download onto my new lavender iPod shuffle. If I were being banished to a desert island for life and was restricted to picking from their playlist. Or else silence.
Pshaw!!!!!!
I needed some tunes, baby! Some DANCE tunes!
Some serious dance tunes.
Some party tunes.
What better – I ask you? – than the soundtrack from the new movie musical Mamma Mia!?
I rest my case.
I played the songs for my younger son tonight after dinner. Loudly. Whilst I danced around the room, doing karaoke, and relieving all the stress from my no good, terrible, awful stressful day.
He was not impressed.
I did jumping jacks. I did arm swoops. I hopped up and down. Windmills. Hip blasters. You name it.
I told him this would be a GREAT workout for the football team!
To no avail.
His eyes were wide. He cringed in shock on my bed. His electric guitar grasped tightly in his arms as I switched from “Dancing Queen” to “Super Trouper” to “Mamma Mia” to “Take a Chance on Me.”
I was serenading, lip-synching, gyrating my hips, working up a sweat just for him. Him. Him. Him.
God damn, it felt good!
I should do that more often.
See that girl… Watch that scene…
posted by delta at 9:10 PM
1 Comments:
Hi, I'm a Chinese student. I'm writing an article on USMA, and I want to quote you on your comments about the dress-up in the academy. Could you please tell me your full name and what time you attended USMA? Many thanks. My email is (ella at zenbe dot com). Thanks.
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