When my kids came home yesterday, they screamed out “mom, took us to old mcDonald’s to eat.” Yikes! And then they showed me the happy meal prize. It was a “Kidz Bop” Cd. I’m not an expert on kids music, but I know that label means any descent song will be completely destroyed. And then to my surprise, I heard the beautiful voice of Cobie Callat, singing the opening to “Bubbly.” I took a sigh of relief until I was assaulted with the sound of a bad childrens choir repeating her words after she sang them. It was so horrible, my sons continued to play it over and over just to see me annoyed.
Trust me, the rest of the CD is not worth listening to. In fact, I would listen to ten repetitions of Alvin and the Chipmunks singing Funky Town, before listening to the Kidz Bop version. So imagine my surprise when I heard a lead in for the news, suggesting that parents were not happy with the latest Happy Meal CD.
It appears The Kidz Bop CD No. 6, song 1 is a cover of the song “I Don’t Wanna Be,” originally by Gavin DeGraw. Some jamoks think the guy says “fucking” instead “looking” around. I read this in one of the Hillbilly Newspapers, “When asked if she was concerned about the song being a bad influence, the grandmother said, “If my little grandson is going to go to school and sing it, it’s going to be terrible because if they listen to the CD, they can hear what we hear.”
Let me get this straight, McDonalds is going to put their reputation on the line by having a song for kids with the word, “fucking” on it? You’ve got to be “fucking” Kidzbopping me!
If you’re going to complain about Happy Meal giveaways, check out these:
First, welcome to all the babies born today! It is a very special day for most of us. And you too!! Hopefully in your future, you will wonder why we made such a big fuss over “your birthday.”
Barack Obama, an African American will become our 44th president. What is remarkable about this is? ….well, simply that. Also he may be the first president to be called the “n” word. What is the “N” word?” Never mind. What’s really important is it means any baby-brown, yellow, black, able or disabled, male or female,gay or straight(not sure how many of you know yet about the gay-straight thing) can reallistically strive to be whatever they want to be.
You hopefully won’t understand this, but for most of us, we bought into the idea that only certain people could be President, or part of “his” inner circle. And so we kept nominating and electing the same types of people over and over.
And as you will learn, some have defined insanity as doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results. Well this time, we considered different choices and we had different results. And we have a cabinet that reflects options for all of you new borns.
Baby, you really can be whatever you want. So learn from President Obama, and aim for the moon, and shoot for the stars.
From those of us,
who gave up on dreams and settled for status quo.
It is official, Mrs. Robison, Michelle Obama’s mother will move into the
White House. I didn’t know what to think of this until I read the
N. Y. Times story about it.
It appears she is a strong woman with her own opinions on how things
should be. She disagrees with the Obama’s decision to put their kids to
bed at 8:30 p.m. and to limit the amount of television they watch. When
it comes to eating, she likes her fried foood with salt. “If you’re going to
have fried chicken,” she said, “have fried chicken.”
I like her. And I like the way the Obama’s are truly living out the idea of
“family values.” To me, this decision conveys the message that it is
Ok to value our elderly relatives. Too often, our culture is about sending
the elderly away, rather than inviting them into our lives and working
Moreover they are communicating that simply not agreeing with a mother
in law or elderly family member is not reason enough to avoid them. As
the population in this country ages, we need more creative ways to deal
with the elderly, And this intergenerational model may offer us one alternative
to nursing homes.
So cheers, “here’s to you Mrs. Robinson.”