Perfect Moments: Freestylin'

Today's moment...

It was late, we were all tired from a long day with family. We were driving back to Mississippi from Alabama and my husband and I were trying to explain the art of freestyle rapping to our three year-old. After a run down on the basics, our son gave it his best shot and though the lyrics weren't very....sophisticated...he had the heart and the rhythm to make up for it. Just hanging out in the car, the three of us, and sharing music we all mutually enjoy has been one of the best moments of our trip thus far.

Perfect Moments: Apple bottom jeans, boots wit da ferrr

Today's moment came courtesy of none other but the people who started the Zumba craze and the "king" of auto-tune....Mr. T-Pain. Had he not put out this superficial yet moving piece of music, I would have never had the following picture in my mind to make me laugh and smile for years to come!

Picture this:

A room full of good ol' Bible Belt, church-goin' Mississippi women, T-Pain's "Apple-Bottom Jeans" song blaring out the speakers, AND.... my 50 somethin' year-old mother-in-law giving "her big booty a smack" and "hit[ting] the floor, next thing you know, [she got] low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low". I couldn't help but laugh inside, thinking "this woman's gonna' get toooo low and is going to need ME to help her back up!"

Two things to take away from this moment:
1. The revelation that Southern women can, surprisingly, do Latin moves some justice
2. A memory that is sure to cheer me up should I be visited by a rainy day in the future

Raindrops

Soooo, my friends......I am putting my neck waaaaaay out there with this one. Poems are sometimes best served accompanied with some music. So, this is my amateur attempt at doing so (with the help of my just-now-discovered GarageBand friend...had it all this time and NEVER knew what it was).

Since I am technically challenged, you'll have to post this in your browser to hear the song on my myspace:

http://www.myspace.com/564645733/?pm_cmp=nav

Also, here are the lyrics as some may be hard to decipher:

Raindrops

The world can be so cold
when someone steals your sun
The wind and clouds so bold
to steal away your fun

When you can't fight the storm
make peace with the rain
And ask it to rain down
a new song again

Raindrops, sing a song for me
Raindrops, bring me a new dream

Its lonely when you try
to be a butterfly
Cause no one likes you to
fly higher than they do

And so they pray for storms
to try and stop your flight
But, rain can be a friend
No, you don't have to fight

Raindrops, sing a song for me
Raindrops, bring me a new dream