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Feelings of Gratitude (Sing to the Tune of Changes in Latitudes by Jimmy Buffett)

Feelings of Gratitude (Sing to the Tune of Changes in Latitudes by Jimmy Buffett)

I sat down for a moment last week

to try and reflect on my year.

Food on my table, I’m healthy and able

Surrounded by those I hold dear.

I sometimes ponder the meaning of life.

Does anyone know why we are here?

Life goes by fast so let go of your past

And just hold your family near.

It’s feelings of gratitude that change your attitude

Light up your face with a smile.

You can’t feel hateful if you’re feeling grateful

So make counting blessings part of your lifestyle.

Serve others selflessly and you will have

Warm and fuzzy feelings inside.

Be mindful of living a life that is giving

And keep your mind and heart open wide.

If it all ended- you were gone tomorrow

What legacy would you leave behind?

Love one another. We’re sisters and brothers.

Bear in mind we’re all intertwined.

It’s feelings of gratitude that change your attitude,

Light up your face with a smile.

You can’t be insightful if you’re feeling spiteful-

So make counting  blessings part of your lifestyle.

I Wish I Ate Hay (Sing to the Tune of “Stay” by Rihanna)

The tragic story of a rooster in love with a cow who is looking for greener pastures…

All along it was a heifer

A bovid mammal with no feathers

I perched on a rock, said, “Crow me something,”

She said, “All you cocks think you are so kosher.”

Day after day after day after day you moo.

Couldn’t care less about my cock a doodle doos.

I know you don’t feel the same about me

but something in the way you moo.

Makes me feel like I can’t roost w/o you.

You help me greet each day.

I wish I ate hay.

I think that you are quite amazing

Sometimes I just sit and watch you grazing.

Day after day after day after day you moo.

Couldn’t care less about my cock a doodle doos.

I know you don’t feel the same about me.

but something in the way you moo.

Makes me feel like I can’t roost w/o you

You help me greet each day.

I wish I ate hay.

Oooh, oooh, oooh you’re waiting for a bull.

Oooh, ooooh, oooh but I’m ready and able.

True a hen can lay an egg but you make milk that’s used for cheese and butter.

And I’ve come to realize that for this rooster that there can be no udder.

I know you don’t feel the same about me but something in the way you moo.

Makes me feel like I can’t roost w/o you

You help me greet each day

I wish I ate hay

I wish I ate hay.

I’m Mommy and I Know It… (Everyone else has done a take off of the LMFAO song, I figured I’d might as well too)

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When I walk on by, you’ll probably hear me humming a lullaby
I rock to the beat
of itsy bitsy spider when my playgroup meets.
Yeah
This is how I jam
ABC’s and Mary had a Little Lamb
Goodnight Moon and Sam I Am, Catching funny moments on the video cam.

I’m clapping my hands now

I’m stomping my feet now

I’m shouting hooray now

I got kids!

I’m clapping my hands now

I’m stomping my feet now

I’m shouting hooray now

I got kids!

I put my right foot in.  I take my right foot out.
I do the hokey pokey and I turn myself about.

I got spit up on my shirt and I ain’t afraid to show it (show it, show it, show it, show it)

I’m mommy and I know it.

I’m mommy and I know it.

Yeah
When we’re at the mall, kid’s throwing tantrums- it’s a sprawl and bawl
When we’re at the beach, kid strips down and starts to streak (what?)

This is how I roll, Taking deep breaths so I’m in control.

I need more grown-ups but I’m not nervous. I can stay connected if I have cell

service (what).

I’m clapping my hands now

I’m stomping my feet now

I’m shouting hooray now

I got kids!

I’m clapping my hands now

I’m stomping my feet now

I’m shouting hooray now

I got kids!

I put my right foot in.  I take my right foot out.

I do the hokey pokey and I turn myself about.

I got spit up on my shirt and I ain’t afraid to show it (show it, show it, show it)

I’m mommy and I know it.

I’m mommy and I know it.

Check it out,

Check it out

Wiggles, wiggles, wiggles, wiggles, wiggles, yeah!
Wiggles, wiggles, wiggles, wiggles, wiggles, yeah!
Wiggles, wiggles, wiggles, wiggles, wiggles, yeah!
Wiggles, wiggles, wiggles, wiggles, yeah, yeah!

I watch the Wiggles, man,
I watch the Wiggles, man,
Yeah
I’m mommy and I know it

I’m clapping my hands now

I’m stomping my feet now

I’m shouting hooray now

I got kids!

I’m clapping my hands now

I’m stomping my feet now

I’m shouting hooray now

I got kids!

I’m mommy and I know it.

I’m Bringing Sweat Pants Back (Sing to the tune of Sexy Back by Justin Timberlake)

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(Picture credit: http://www.robbinssports.com/augusta-sportswear-ladies-open-bottom-sweatpants-p-2037.html)

I’m bringing sweat pants back.

Some folks might not think that I’m a class act.

They’ll say I’m slummin’ it behind my back,

or to my face if they don’t have no tact.

Wear ‘em to the movies.

Love my Hanes ®

I’ve lost my shackles

fashion I’m no slave.

A lot of dollars I am gonna save.

To peer pressure I am not gonna cave.

Wear ‘em to the mall.

Come on ladies

Go ahead get comfy
Pull on some fleece
Go ahead get comfy
Yoga pants
Go ahead get comfy
will never crease.
Go ahead get comfy
Don’t have to press them.
Go ahead get comfy
Don’t worry ‘bout hems
Go ahead get comfy.
You say I’m not in style.
Go ahead get comfy.
but sweatpants make me smile.
Go ahead get comfy.
and get your sweat pants on.

Go ahead get comfy.
Get your sweat pants on.
Go ahead get comfy.
Get your sweat pants on.
Go ahead get comfy.
Get your sweat pants on.
Go ahead get comfy.
Get your sweat pants on.
Go ahead get comfy.
Get your sweat pants on.
Go ahead get comfy.
Get your sweat pants on.
Go ahead get comfy.
Get your sweat pants on.

I’m bringing sweat pants back.

Those fashonistas don’t know how to slack.

Talk to the hand- I will not take your flack.

At least my pants don’t show off my butt crack.

Wear ‘em out to dinner.

Love my Hanes ®

I’ve lost my shackles

fashion I’m no slave.

A lot of dollars I am gonna save.

To peer pressure I am not gonna cave

Wear ‘em to the opera.

Come on ladies
Go ahead get comfy
Pull on some fleece
Go ahead get comfy
Yoga pants
Go ahead get comfy
will never crease.
Go ahead get comfy
Don’t have to press them.
Go ahead get comfy
Never worry ‘bout hems
Go ahead get comfy.
You say I’m not in style.
Go ahead get comfy.
but sweatpants make me smile.
Go ahead get comfy.
and get your sweat pants on.

Go ahead get comfy.
Get your sweat pants on.
Go ahead get comfy.
Get your sweat pants on.
Go ahead get comfy.
Get your sweat pants on.
Go ahead get comfy.
Get your sweat pants on.
Go ahead get comfy.
Get your sweat pants on.
Go ahead get comfy.
Get your sweat pants on.
Go ahead get comfy.
Get your sweat pants on.

You with me?

You with me?

You with me?

I’m bringing sweat pants back.

and I don’t want to hear you talking smack.

or saying in judgment I sorely lack.

When talking comfort I’m the daddy mack.

Wear ‘em to the prom.

Come on ladies
Go ahead get comfy
Pull on some fleece
Go ahead get comfy
Yoga pants
Go ahead get comfy
will never crease.
Go ahead get comfy
Don’t have to press them.
Go ahead get comfy
Never worry ‘bout hems
Go ahead get comfy.
You say I’m not in style.
Go ahead get comfy.
but sweatpants make me smile.
Go ahead get comfy.
and get your sweat pants on.

Go ahead get comfy.
Get your sweat pants on.
Go ahead get comfy.
Get your sweat pants on.
Go ahead get comfy.
Get your sweat pants on.
Go ahead get comfy.
Get your sweat pants on.
Go ahead get comfy.
Get your sweat pants on.
Go ahead get comfy.
Get your sweat pants on.
Go ahead get comfy.
Get your sweat pants on.

You with me?

You with me?

My Friday Night (Sing to the tune of ‘Last Friday Night’ by Katy Perry)

My Friday Night

There are legos in my bed.

Children’s music in my head.

Toys are all over the room,

Dolls that talk, Cars that go vroom.

I just found a fruit snacks pouch

buried deep within the couch.

I stepped on the Barbie shoes

that my children always lose.

Reading status updates to help keep me amused-

a must.

Have to do something or I’m gonna blow a fuse.

That’s right.

My Friday night-

watched a movie from Red Box,

drank some Bailey’s on the rocks,

sorted thirty pairs of socks.

My Friday night-

never got out of my sweats,

we just sat and cooled our jets,

in front of the TV set.

My Friday night-

separated darks from lights,

the excitement reached new heights,

but I guess that’s just our plight.

My Friday night-

There was a time when I could rock

until after ten o’clock

Oh-Oh-Oh-Ohhhh.

Next Friday night-

Do it all again.

There is crayon on the walls,

it goes halfway down the hall.

There are stickers on the floor,

on the ceiling and the door.

One’s got syrup in her hair,

the other’s in her underwear,

they both do more than their share,

of complaining, “it’s not fair.”

Only fifteen years till they’re both away at school.

Oh well.

Have to do something so I do not lose my cool.

That’s right.

My Friday night-

watched a movie from Red Box,

drank some Bailey’s on the rocks,

sorted thirty pairs of socks.

My Friday night-

never got out of my sweats,

we just sat and cooled our jets,

in front of the TV set.

My Friday night-

separated darks from lights,

the excitement reached new heights,

but I guess that’s just our plight.

My Friday night-

There was a time when I could rock

until after ten o’clock

Oh-Oh-Oh-Ohhhh.

Next Friday night- do it all again.

I Licked A Wall (sing to the tune of Katy Perry’s ‘I Kissed A Girl.’

Yum, paneling.

Note: Due to some sensory issues, my four-year old has a list of about ten foods that she will eat.  The only “fruit” on the list is freeze-dried apples.  The only “vegetable” on the list is corn.  She will however eat just about any non-food item she can find.  We are currently working with a specialist to help her overcome her Resistant Eater issues.  But in the meantime, I am trying hard to keep a sense of humor about the whole thing.

I Licked A Wall

(sing to the tune of Katy Perry’s “I Kissed A Girl.”)

I do not like to eat real food, I find it icky.

Mom says I’m food resistant, means more than picky.

I won’t eat those fruit snacks, but I’ll feed them to my toys.

I’ll stick them to the wall when they’re wet and sticky.

Puppy will eat my fruit rope.

Fruit snacks. So versatile.

I ate paper and I liked it.

But I won’t eat a carrot.

I ate paper and I liked it.

I think my friends should try it.

Mommy says it’s wrong, but I think it’s right.

Maybe I’ll try cardboard tonight.

I ate paper and I liked it.

Dad took me too a petting zoo, I saw a donkey.

We saw some goats and camels too, but not a monkey.

Maybe you’ll think it’s gross, but I had to lick the fence.

Daddy, was so upset, he wonders if I‘m dense.

I licked a wall and I liked it.

But I won’t eat a triscuit.

I licked a wall and I liked it.

And I might eat a dog biscuit.

Mommy says it’s wrong, but I think it’s right.

Maybe I’ll lick the floor tonight.

I licked a wall and I liked it.

Pokemon cards they are delish.  Wrapping paper’s my favorite dish. I will not eat a Swedish fish, but I’ll eat the package. It’s  no big deal, it’s just a snack.
I ate paper and I liked it.

But I won’t eat a carrot.

I ate paper and I liked it.

I think my friends should try it.

Mommy says it’s wrong, but I think it’s right.

Maybe I’ll try cardboard tonight.

I ate paper and I liked it.

I liked it.

Don’t Puke (Sing to the tune of ‘Tick Tock’ by Kesha.)

This song is dedicated to my cat Baxter who celebrated his 12th birthday earlier this month…

You wake up in the morning

feeling like King Kitty.

Give a stretch

Get out of bed

and meow ‘aren’t I pretty?”

You lick yourself

you know where

just because you are able

then you head to the kitchen

to sun yourself on the table.

I’m talking ’bout cat hair on my threads,

you’re always trying to lick our heads,

taking up space on our beds,

You look totally enthralled

while swatting at a bug on the wall

then try to cough up a hair ball.

Don’t puke in your food

Don’t puke on the floor

Dude, I’m in no mood

can’t take it anymore.

2 a.m. on the clock

but the puking don’t stop, no

Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow (x2)

Don’t puke in your bowl

Don’t puke on the toys

You’re out of control

Should we switch you to soy?

4 a.m. on the clock

but the puking don’t stop, no

Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow (x2)

It’s been twelve years since the day of your birth,

and around the middle you have plenty of girth.

When the doorbell rings you take off like a rocket

as if you’ve put your paw in an electrical socket.

I’m talking ’bout always wanting to be pet,

getting visibly upset,

every  time we go to the vet.

Mewing till we heed your wish

for a can of tuna fish

you want some tuna fish

Give that cat his fish!

Don’t puke in my bed

Don’t puke on the rug

I’ve begged and I’ve pled

please lose the stomach bug.

6 a.m. on the clock,

but the puking don’t stop, no

Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow (x2)

Don’t puke in your food

Don’t puke on the floor

Dude, I’m in no mood

can’t take it anymore.

2 a.m. on the clock

but the puking don’t stop, no

Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow (x2)

I pet your fur

You start to purr

My heart it melts

Yeah you got me.

You take a nap

Upon my lap

My heart it melts

Yeah you got me.

I pet your fur

You start to purr

My heart it melts

Yeah you got me.

You take a nap

upon my lap

you take a nap nap nap nap nap nap.

My legs fall asleep but you won’t budge.

Don’t puke in your bowl

Don’t puke on the toys

You’re out of control

Should we switch you to soy?

4 a.m. on the clock

but the puking don’t stop, no

Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow (x2)

Don’t puke in my bed

Don’t puke on the rug

I’ve begged and I’ve pled

please lose the stomach bug.

6 a.m. on the clock,

but the puking don’t stop, no

Meow, Meow, Meow, Meow (x2)

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