Commentary

Yesterday Fiddledaddy mentioned to me that we needed to change servers.  I knew immediately that he was referring to something internet related because the only one who does any serving around this joint is me.

If only they would fire me.

So I made the mistake of asking why.  Because, as we all know, this thing called change?  I don’t much like it.

He started throwing 4 syllable technical terms at me and when my eyes rolled up into my head just before it imploded, he mercifully stopped explaining.

Just tell me when it’s over.

Well, it’s over.  I was given strict instructions not to touch anything on my blog  which just nearly killed me.  Is he kidding me?  I can’t go back and obsess over grammatical errors and syntax mutilation?  I have to leave well enough alone?

So I found myself Twittering more than usual.  Because I can edit myself all I want there.  Oh.  Lisa Whelchel is Twittering!  Follow her.  She’s fun.

Anyhoo.  All this to say that during the server change, comments were lost.  Irrevocably lost in cyber space.  I believe this only affected July 1st.  Which is unfortunate because I had just posted a giveaway on Fiddledeedee Reviews. If you posted a comment to be entered into the giveaway, please just check to see if it’s still there.

And last but not least, I wanted to share a tender parenting moment with you.  I was softly singing “If I Were an Oscar Mayer Wiener” to Jensen before bedtime.  He found this hysterical.  Mostly, I suppose, because mommy cannot carry a tune.  And well, it’s a song about a wiener.  Fiddledaddy asked him, “What is your mommy singing to you?”

He replied, “A lullaby.”

I’m pretty sure this will be brought up in therapy years from now.  Along with a rather lengthy laundry list of parenting foibles.

Have a wonderful 4th of July weekend everyone!  I’m going to take a nice long weekend, but I’ve lined up some posts of questionable taste so you’ll never know I’m gone.

deedeesig

8 Responses to Commentary

  • My mom did day care when I was in middle/high school. I formed the half dozen or so pre-school aged boys into the “Weiner Boy Choir” and taught them that jingle. 🙂

  • I sing that song to my kids, too! I’m so glad another generation gets to share in our joyous hot dog song!

    p.s. I found you through one of forthegirls ‘s Tweets. Your blog is very funny! “Howdy” from your newest subscriber!

  • Enjoy your break!

    We sing everything around our house. We sing chore lists, calls to dinner, and a lovely little diddy about your “Big Face being such a Disgrace” but that is mostly just between hubs and I when we are feeling giddy in love.
    My kids will have some therapy bills of their own, but they have laughed more than cried at our house by a million times!

  • I’ve been enjoying your blog for a few months now! One day, at Eat ‘n’ Park, my girls chose Jello to go with their meals, and I made the mistake of singing the Jell-O jingle for them. We can no longer have Jello without singing, “Watch it wiggle, see it jiggle, cool and fruity….”

  • I had a theory that you could tell when someone got married by the color of their Tupperware, and the decade of their childhood by the jingles they teach their children. I hope you are also teaching Jensen “My baloney has a first name, it’s O-S-C-A-R…”

  • k&c mom I so totally agree with you….hae sung those to my boys but they are also getting the benefit of their daddy teaching them how to burp bud wei ser to sound like the bull frogs…
    yeah they too will probably have therapy bills but i agree we laugh more than we cry….steff

  • Never stop blogging! Never stop blogging! Never stop blogging! Pleeeeeeease!

    The Oscar Meyer Weiner song is the new Brahm’s lullaby. Who knew?

  • I’m with Tater Mama – for all that is holy NEVER stop blogging!!!