Songs on Facebook and Half An Hour Of My Day

Sometimes I post a lot of songs on Facebook.

Lest anyone get the mistaken notion that I sit on the computer all day listening to music, here's a portion of  an hour on an average Saturday morning in my home.  (A weekday, however, when I work for pay, from home, is a whole different and more frightful story, about which I might blog another day.)

Right now, I am making lasagna.  ("No, yer not, yer writing on E-Blogger, I can SEE you...")

Shu'p, OK?  I am making lasagna.

There is a computer in the kitchen, which is primarily for the kids to use, but today I am hogging it, blasting music by which to make lasagna.

Here and there I randomly "share" a song to Facebook, often accompanied by a note as to what's going on in my home or in my mind, but sometimes with no note so people can wonder as they please.

So, now I go stir the pot a bit.  (Shu'p again, ya hear?)

And then I come back and put on another song I've got in mind, or look at the options on Youtube's sidebar for ideas.  Right now, Led Zeppelin's "The Ocean" is goin' "La, la, lalala, la, laaa, lalala lala lala laaaaaaaaaa..."

Then I go chop some garlic to saute, like I'm about to do right now...

And now I'm listening to Zep's "Good Times, Bad Times", which is short, so I'll be back pretty quick for another one.

Yes, I do know how to set up an automatic song list on Youtube, but it's time consuming.   Sometimes I like the spur-of-the-momentness of doing it this way, which works well with the blog entry I'm writing.

As I am partially through peeling a pile of garlic, my almost-three-year-old princess runs past me, saying in a happy, song-y voice, "Gimme, gimme, gimme", which leads me to put on ABBA's, "Gimme Gimme Gimme."

Little Princess stops running, sidles up to me with her smile and says, "This called Mamma-Mia!"

She remembers this song from one of my favorite movies, Mamma Mia! which she saw last summer.  Kids amaze me.

Where is my husband in all this?  He's upstairs vacuuming with our seven-year-old son.  (Heehee, don't hate me coz I have a husband who vacuums!)

See that blank space above this paragraph?  That represents about ten minutes of me doing about five different things to do with cooking, cleaning, and kids.

"Chiquitita" by ABBA is now cranking out of the computer speakers.  My husband is still upstairs vacuuming.  Perhaps there is a correlation there.

OK, if I play Stevie Ray Vaughan, let's see if he stops vacuuming.  If he doesn't, I bet he'll want to.

Five minutes later... sautee'd garlic now added to the sauce... smellin' goooooood...

Man came downstairs, but he's not happy.  He's discovered bits of paper have been shoved into a heat register, no doubt by the kids.

Dang.  Pour me another song.

But again I am whisked away, to answer the call of "I'm hungry, Mama!"

Scoop some leftover rice pasta into a bowl, zap in microwave, melt in a little virgin coconut oil, sprinkle with sea salt and parmesan, add child and spoon to high chair, et voila.

Run downstairs to take a load of laundry out of  the dryer...

See a clean load of laundry strewn on the floor and realize, "So, THAT'S where my 4-year-old son found the empty laundry basket he was dragging around, and in which he got me to swing him in circles a few minutes ago..."

...take another load out of the washer to put in the dryer, run back upstairs...

Where was I?  Sigh.  It's getting to the point where it's not fun anymore... time for another song.

 The above took about half an hour.  Imagine what I can do in a day.