A Dingo Ate My Baby!
I'm late. Java issues. But now my computer is truly all better. And I can't tell you how nice it is to not have Avast! going off every 10 minutes alerting me to another detected Trojan. It's even nicer to not all a sudden notice random icons for things like "Belgian Bondage" and "Guys Who Love Condiments", which was seriously starting to creep me out.
Anyporn, this week's belated jukebox tune is from my favorite decade of music because it just still is my favorite decade of music ever and also it is very appropriate because in a few days we're going to have an exchange student in our house for 2 weeks. The Child is very excited. I was until I spent last night dreaming that all she did was sleep, except when she and The Child were fighting. Which I'm sure they won't in real life because I'm sure she's a lovely girl and will be grateful and sweet. And maybe The Child will be, too. And it will all be lovely, provided The Spouse and I refrain from trying to impress her by quoting various films in really poor accents. Because really, the kid isn't coming here from halfway around the world to suffer that sort of humiliation.
Men at Work "Land Down Under"
Anyporn, this week's belated jukebox tune is from my favorite decade of music because it just still is my favorite decade of music ever and also it is very appropriate because in a few days we're going to have an exchange student in our house for 2 weeks. The Child is very excited. I was until I spent last night dreaming that all she did was sleep, except when she and The Child were fighting. Which I'm sure they won't in real life because I'm sure she's a lovely girl and will be grateful and sweet. And maybe The Child will be, too. And it will all be lovely, provided The Spouse and I refrain from trying to impress her by quoting various films in really poor accents. Because really, the kid isn't coming here from halfway around the world to suffer that sort of humiliation.
Men at Work "Land Down Under"
Labels: Australian children, Jukebox Friday
cobbled together by Moi at 9:24 AM
14 Comments:
I love condiments.
OK, I see a message with a little thingy that looks something like a sphincter on what should be the video. I'm thinking I need help.
I know that about you. Now. In a total TMI sort of way.
Rosie, sounds like you've got Java issues now...
Ba Ha Ha Ha
Happy new year!!!
Whats all the coffe talk about anyway; Java issues?
Uuuhhh, isn't humiliating the kids what we're supposed to do?
Oh well. Nevermind.
Thanks for the vid - one of my favs too.
Peace
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You said Trojan and condiments in the same posting... teehee teehe.. oh sorry condiments, like in places to live in. I get confused - its the time zone thing.
I really like that song!!
..smothered in Belgian condiments.
Is your exchange student from Australia?
Is it Olivia??
'Cause that would really make JP jealous.
Anonyba...yes, humiliating them is one of the perks of being a parent. But I do feel an obligation to try and not completely creep out the poor thing...representing the best of America and all that.
Willym, you are VERY confused...no one lives in condiments...
Sling, she IS in fact, Australian. I'm so impressed that you figured that out! And maybe we'll tell JP it's Olivia just for fun...maybe it would get him to come out here on the spur of the random moment to see and then he'd be all disappointed that it wasn't actually Olivia but we could give him champagn-ya and he would feel all better and while he was drunk we'd get him to sign a lease and next thing you know he'd be bitter in Seattle. This could totally work...
"Guys Who Love Condiments"???? LOL! :)
An exchange student, huh?--you guys are brave. *smiles* Oh, and our neighbors when I was growing up had an exchange student from Australia one year. She sunbathed topless--so watch out for that. :) Although I don't know if the sun ever comes out in Seattle, so never mind. :)
How do I get me one o' them sunbathing Aussie exchange students!
..I suppose there's forms to fill out.
MHP, thanks for the warning...although the weather at the moment is hardly conducive.
(slaps Sling)
Yeah, I bet the dingo joke gets old when you are busy tending to your shrimp on the barby. Hope she has fun!
When my lil' boy was a mere tot, I took him to music classes in which the parents would sing while holding squirming youngsters on our laps. The title to this posting are the lyrics I used in place of the usual lyrics to BINGO.
The other parents were evenly split between uvula-exposing laughter and hate-filled glares. And by "evenly" I mean 10%/90%.
None of which has anything to do with your posting. I apologize. Feel free to delete this unneccessary comment.
KA, me too. I'm really very nervous about it all...tremenjous responsibility and all that.
DW, oh. my. yord. The Spouse and I were singing your version all night and then telling each other "We CAN'T do this when she's here". Thanks just a whole hell of a lot. (chortle chortle)
So fun! Raising my glass to you cause, yeah, what a responsibility but Im sure you are up for it.
It should be fun just listening to her.
And thanks for one of my favorite songs from a favorite decade indeed.
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