SILLY PLEASURES

humm...you mean Im not supposed to still be splashing in puddles and rolling down hills???

gosh..Im crushed.

I still enjoy cranking up the stereo and pretending I'm an awesome rock or soul star -- I get out the old hairbrush microphone or air-guitar and get down! You'll be happy to know that this is usually done in the privacy of my own home, with the exception of my girlfriend's and my uncontrollable desire to have been back-up singers/dancers for Marvin Gaye.

Being the parent of a young child rocks in that regard. I regularly sprint around my backyard, yelling at the top of my lungs. Am now leaving a trail of sand everywhere I go after having been buried at the beach. I skip. I sing. (Badly.) You name it, I do it.

Then again, I'm unusually embarrassment-proof, I think.

phew..thought there was something wrong with me

kewl

I skip alot also...and belt out some song with no regard for others, also been known to dance around playfully...is it wrong that its in the workplace????

eh...lifes too short

My fourteen year old and I have been cranking up the Metallica! I know the words. His friends are amazed. I told him I used to sing Enter the Sandman to him at bedtime when he was a baby. He laughed and laughed. We sing in the car and bang our heads back and forth just like Wayne and Garth. I guess I'm just not a good "role model". What a blast!

All heads:

Mr. Man had a garden. A squirrel kept eating his stuff. Mr. Man set a trap and the next morning found the furry little creature caught fast.

The squirrel told Mr. Man. "Please, Mr. Man. If you'll let me go, some day I might be able to do you a favor."

Mr. Man laughed. "How could something as insignificant as you, ever help me?" but impressed by the squirrel's audacity, he set the creature free.

It just so happened that in the realm of Mr. Man's domain, there lived a ferocious tribe of "All Heads" They loved to eat people and in a surprise foray, caught Mr. Man and tied him to a stake, and lit a fire at his feet.

Oh, my Gawd. All appeared bleak for Mr. Man, but as fables would have it, the one thing that all heads loved was music.

From somewhere in the glen they suddenly heard a strange song:

Chink..chink...chinkee, the wolf's got the deer skin...chink chink chinkee, the wolf's got the deer.

The all heads rolled toward the sound of the music, forgetting about Mr. Man. High up in the tree tops, the squirrel played his small fiddle and continued singing.

Mr. Man, seeing his chance for salvation, threw back his head and sang:

Roman, Bowman, Caesar...call all them ginny dogs out, cause you've got a man to help out.

The dogs came arunnin' and a howling and ate up all the all heads. The squirrel gnawed through Mr. Man's ropes and set him free.

My dad's wonderful version of Androcles and the Lion. He pronounced "all" and "oil" the same way, so I pictured the heads as "Oil heads"... ...scared the hell out of me as a kid, thinking of those greasy, slippery heads full of sharp teeth...

I like holding Setanta's hand and skipping when we go for walks. That's not silly, is it?

I like to disco dance with the dogs as witnesses. Also not silly.

hmmmmm, I think I am FAR too serious to ever do anything silly. :wink:

fealola, better than dances with wolves.

I able2Know... does that count?

Took up guitar at the ripe old age of last year. So, you wanna be a rock & roll star?

hmmmmmmmmm


Somewhere in this house there is a cassette tape with evidence of someone's silliness. :: sigh :: Disco made me do it. A friend of mine wrote a song. He thought it had potential. He convinced some of us. So there I am, in the background singing ...


disco fox

:: thump thump thump ::

disco fox

:: trumpet solo ::

Marty M singing ... and then

disco fox


Were we silly? nahhhhhhh. We had dreams.

Disco Inferno ... oh yeah, disco makes me feel REAL GOOD!

no worries music, right?

heehee

My first job as a temp was at a radio station ~ where the offices were equipped with a P.A. system. Put someone on hold and announce the call.....hope the person being called hears your announcement.

Two days befire my contract was renewed for six months, the whole building was quiet.....

Yep. I did it.

Picked up the mic and said 'attention all K-Mart shoppers'.....

The radio station kept me on for another eighteen months.

I still enjoy stealing kid's bikes right out from under them, then beating them up for lunch money.

On that 'slappy' note.....G'night all.

My guy and I always race up the stairs at Marshall Field. Then we race down.

My son Ben and I still do improv,
we've done it since he was nine and he figured out we could be just as funny as the guys on Monty Python.
He's er um er

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(how the heck could he be?.... never mind)

and we just did a thing on poorly designed auto air bag,

seems the latch has a nail in it.. just one, but still....

I was thinkin' of y'all just a bit ago...

The sozlet had seen a rabbit outside and wanted to go look for it. ("Are you a rabbit hunter?" "No, a rabbit looker.") So we all trouped outside to look for the rabbit. No dice. The obvious thing, then, was to BE rabbits. She started it, hopping maniacally (nobody can hop like a toddler), and in mid hop put on her authoritative face and demanded that we hop, too. So we did. All three of us hopping maniacally in our driveway, nicely spotlit, and giggling.

Now THAT's pure pleasure!