Friday, June 27, 2008
But, Oh my God! Apparently, a girl called Olga left her business card to some guy called Dimitri, and here is what she got on her voicemail.
Hearing this, I'm betting she gave him the card so he would just get the hell away from her....but I think it teaches us all a lesson. Such freaky losers/stalkers out there!
It's pretty funny though, that she decided to share it on Youtube, I'm sure Mr. Greek Demi-God there must be so proud.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
It's always funny to watch for the fraction of a second when the kids realise what they said and you can see the chain-reactions on their faces.
I've even heard of children at school calling their teachers Mommy. Honest mistake. Hard to break habits.
It becomes much more embarrassing, as I found out lately to do the same kind of thing when you're all grown up.
It has become kind of like a person using a swear word as punctuation. Honey this, honey that, and I love it, nothing to complain about. I think it's cute.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
And, huh, it's my Blog, so I could just talk about Bjork everyday if I chose to. (I won't!! I won't!! I want to keep the few readers I've got!)
It might be because I'm a bit tired from all the national Day partying, but I found that so funny.
I showed my fourteen years old brother the video for "Army of Me", which, I find is one of Bjork's most kick ass songs ever. The video was probably produced by someone on some hard substance...or very very creative.
But the song, it gets to me. When I'm in that kind of mood, all those metallic sounds at the beginning and near the end with the explosions, the beat, and her straining voice on top of it all. I love it. It's so different from anything you'll hear on the radio.
As I showed my little brother Army of Me, excitingly expecting him to realize just how cool Bjork is in spite of her name.
He turned to me with the most traumatised look on his face. Seemingly wildly wondering WHY in the world I would love that music.
"So cool isn't it!? You'll show it to all of your friends right?"
(With wild, panicked expression)--"NO WAY!! This is SCARY music for CRAZY people! It's music for KILLERS! For people who kill CATS! It's Cat-Killer music! Cat killers put that music on when they want to get in the mood for cat killing!"
And I laughed and I laughed, so hard my sides hurt. The mind of a teenager is a bizarre place.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
So why am I rambling about Proms this morning?? Well I had a flash you see...
It's raining today, so obviously, me and the kiddies are prisoners of the house. I simply had to do something to let them spend all that pent up energy because it was getting out of control and craaazy. Happily, I felt pretty energetic too, so I decided to start a party and be the entertainer.
We played games of guessing and stuff like that, and of course, the classic of rainy days, Musical Chair. The kids just go mad when I pronounce the words, they are Musical Chair fanatic.
We don't play very often, because most of the time, the game ends with a kid sitting between two chairs and falling hard on his butt. One hitting another or tantrums from the sore losers. Often all of the above. But what can I say...we still have fun, and they never remember the bad parts.
So I start looking for a good song that would encourage them to walk and dance around those chairs, and all I can find at the daycare is a Celine Dion CD...a 1997 one...but it has that "Rap" song that the kids just love. (I admit, because I have no shame, it was actually MY CD. I bought a Celine Dion Cd, I did...but it was 1997, and I was also wearing salmon leggings and brushed my curly hair into a poof complete with puffy fringe.)
So after the game, (it went pretty well for once, no drama at all!), I just let the music continue and everyone was kind of dancing and skipping around, when "My heart will go on" came on, and I closed the lights to make them quiet down a bit and relax before dinner.
And then I had to stop myself from laughing, because it was hysterical but so cute...when I looked around, EVERY one of them had paired with another and was slow dancing! In the dark...to My heart Will Go On. And some of the girls had put on some of the costume dresses and tutus. And I felt thrown back in time to an authentic 80's prom. The only thing that was missing was a Big Disco Ball....I love my job.