Monday, May 26, 2008

Payback

Today is the final day in a long line of busyness. Days where we got up and went - go here - go there - stay up late - have fun!

Today is the day we don't even have to get out of our jammies, and I am taking full advantage of that. Katie is watching Home Alone 2, Wyatt is torturing her, and McRae is listening to music in HIS OWN ROOM!

Idyllic, right?

All the puzzle pieces fit together nicely; I had a warm cup of coffee and for breakfast, I ate delicious left-over tomato-feta salad that my friend made. The laundry is, surprisingly, spinning without help in the old, but well-loved machine (I know, I WILL stop talking about laundry one of these days).

However, the utopia couldn't last for long.

People who know me in real life know that I spent the last half of my college years in a hick town in Eastern Washington. Oh yes, a town which celebrated only 2 seasons a year: hot and cold. A town with more belt buckles and cowboy hats than should be legal. A town with a rodeo. A town with cows (sorry, cattle), horses, rattlesnakes and farms.

Since you couldn't even pick up a six-pack of beer (or California Coolers) at the grocery store without hearing Hank Williams Jr. on the radio, I adopted the philosophy "if you can't beat 'em, join 'em" and I tolerated that country music with the best of them.

No, I did not have my own pair of cowboy boots.

But I did see Tim McGraw up close and personal at the rodeo. I learned to line dance and I even purchased a country cd or 2. I yee-hawed and I giddy-uped with the best of them and at the end of the day, I'd go home to my apartment, shut my door and listen to some Pearl Jam to avoid turning my mind into a jumbled mess of "I been workin' all day, my dog died and my wife cheated on me" country blues.

I don't have anything against country music, per se, but I do enjoy a fairly well-rounded selection of music. I like anything from Janes Addiction to James Taylor, with a little country thrown in there for good measure (but not new country). I blame my college years spent being brainwashed by all things country for my severe reactions to the genre today.

I've tried to expose our children to all kinds of music. Bob Marley, Van Morrison, The Indigo Girls . . . they love their Putamayo Kids folk music and The Black Eyed Peas. I thought I'd clearly made it as a parent when McRae came home from the school book fair with a Green Day poster to hang on his door.

So what does my son chose to listen to in his room?

Yup, country. With a capitol "C."

10 comments:

flutter said...

aw, crap.

jen said...

that would probably be my own personal hell.

Wendy said...

i grew up in Texas and hated country music. but then i moved away....and little by little, first it's Dixie Chicks, then George Strait, then.....!!

Rachel said...

Ha Ha.
I used to despise Country. Now I enjoy it ;-) You know that kids always pick up what you don't want them to :-)
I don't know that tonguegasmic is a real word, I just used it one day because it popped into my head when describing a recipe and I am now fully in love with it and use it to describe my favorite recipes! Thanks for dropping in, feel free to use it ;-0 lol.

painted maypole said...

I lived one summer with 2 country loving fools, and by the end of the sumemr I knew all the songs and all the dances, despite my best efforts not to. I would try to rush back to our room so I could get my music playing on the radio first, but I rarely made it. Alas.

Family Adventure said...

Ouch. I feel your pain.

Heidi

aunt jenny said...

I KNEW that kid was related to me. :-)

Love you all...

Jen said...

I just can't seem to break the country music barrier. Occasionally, there will be a song that I like (Rascal Flatts or Keith Urban--but are they really country?), but most of the time I just can't get into it.

Anonymous said...

Hey! I spent a lot of happy college years in that hick town. Met your father there, too. And after we were married and I WAS PREGNANT WITH YOU we would go to the B&B tavern & watch everyone do the Texas 2 step or whatever it is. AND I took you in utero to the rodeo & even on the rides. And I don't like country. But Dad does.

Payback, indeed.

xxxooomom

(Editor's note: this was before we understood the dangers of beer & pregnancy. Sorry).

Ann(ie) said...

I know that town. ;) Spent some time there meself. I do love country music, but I don't admit it in very many public forums. I will need to pick you brain about every stinkin detail that is TIM MCGRAW b/c I love him and he's my next husband. SO be prepared for that to come up at Von's.