Monday, October 8, 2012

Farting in the Deep by Megdele

Meg was in rare form last night. She asked me if I wanted to hear her new words to Adele's "Rolling in the Deep" song. I said, "Sure," and what came forth was nothing short of hilarious, embarrassing, and to some - offensive. 

I believe my mother might fall into the category of those who would be offended so ...  

Mom, Be forewarned: Meg sings the word butt and fart in this rendition, so brace yourself, and send up a prayer for her while you're at it.

By the way, once Meg got "wind" of the fact that I was considering posting this on my blog, she recorded several versions ~ trying to get it perfect, but this first one makes me laugh the most because it was the most spontaneous.

Oh, and my sincere apologies to the amazing Adele.

I've been told that the videos can't be seen on mobile phones, so sorry about that too. Guess you'll have to fire up the 'ole computer to view this baby.

Friday, October 5, 2012


Did you ever listen in on a phone conversation as a child? Like perhaps you picked up the phone to use it, not realizing that someone else in the house was already on. Then, rather than hang up ... you held your breath and listened in for a bit. Ever do that before? Yeah, me neither.

Last night I received a call from the mother of a student in Megan's class.  After saying, "Hello," I heard the unmistakable sound of someone picking up another receiver in the house.  I considered telling the eavesdropper to hang up, but figured there wouldn't be any delicate subject matter discussed, so I'd just let it play out.

I was actually impressed with how quiet she was during the phone conversation. There was no heavy breathing, no giggling, just a bunch of extra "ambiance" from the room in which she spied.

I thought she was home free as the other mother and I said our goodbyes.

Caller:  Thanks, I'll see you tomorrow, goodbye.

Me:  Okay, goodbye.

Then Megan super-duper loudly yells: GOODBYE!!!

Ugh. So close.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Covering Up

A few weeks ago we were on our way out to dinner ...

Now just because it was mid-September, does NOT mean it was cooling off in the evenings. No siree bob. At 7:30 p.m. it was still way over 90 degrees. But that's life in California's Central Valley, I guess.

Okay, so it's time to leave and Meg comes out dressed in a tank top, daisy duke's and flip flops ...

Me:  I know it's warm outside, but it might be cool in the restaurant so you should probably change into jeans, or at least bring a sweater.

So she goes back to her room and comes out in this:

That's right, just switch out flips for boots, and you're good to go.