So you'll be better prepared next time.
Bohemian Rhapsody
-Queen
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye everybody - I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)
I don't want to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo, Gallileo,
Gallileo Figaro - magnifico
But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come easy go - will you let me go
Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go
Will not let you go - let me go (never)
Never let you go - let me go
Never let me go - ooo
No, no, no, no, no, no, no -
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me
for me
for me
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
So you think you can love me and leave me to die
Oh baby - can't do this to me baby
Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me
Anyway the wind blows...
One of the more "clever" things MacGyver pulled in one of the three (3!!) Mac episodes that our kids watched tonight was stopping an acid leak with Hershey bars. Something about a chemical reaction between the sucrose in the bar with the acid. . . I don't know. But it apparently made an impression because as we were putting kids to bed tonight, we discovered Noah crouched in the corner where the moulding comes together at two doors. He was stuffing pieces of a chocolate bar into the crevice. He noticed me standing there, looked up in a very matter of fact way and stated, "I'm MacGyver. I have to stop the crack."
Remember MacGyver? I used to love it. A friend of ours often jokes about Stephen being MacGyver. So tonight when Stephen was thumbing through a wallet of DVDs he had borrowed, we discovered an entire season of MacGyver on DVD. We have two of my cousins over (the same ages as E and Sam), and all the little kids were in show off mode, and everyone was bouncing off the walls. We have 40 min left until AFV came on, which is our normal Friday night show, so we plugged in one of Mac's DVDs, and promised the kids we'd turn it off as soon as AFV came on. Well, when 8 o'clock rolled around, the kids begged us to let them watch another episode of MacGyver instead of AFV. They are hooked!!
. . .the latest life lesson I've learned from my number 4 kid, Joseph. Joseph will be six tomorrow. I had a conversation with him today which I think reflects a lot about who he is, so I thought I'd share it:
Me, singing: Jingle Snails, Jingle Snails. . ..
Joseph: Mom, it's Jingle Bells, not Snails.
Me: I know, but Snails is sillier
Joseph: But it doesn't make sense. Snails don't jingle.
Me: But wouldn't it be funny if they did. You could just grab 'em and shake 'em, and they would jingle.
Joseph: I don't think that's very nice, Mom. Snails aren't toys. They're real animals. You shouldn't just go around shaking them.
Me: Sorry. My bad.