I have been in the house all day. Eating, sleeping and cleaning up. I just had to take a break from helping my youngest son clean the house. Rap music is blaring in the background. I hear so much of it, that I can easily tune it out. Now, I have to admit I’m not a fan of ALL rap music, but I do like some of it. I love all types of music. My sons laugh at me, because I would go to Wal-Mart to buy the CLEAN version of a rap CD. They would say “Mom it doesn’t even sound like the real song.”
You would probably be surprised at what’s on my iPod. A little old school rap, new school rap, a little country, plenty of R&B, a tad bit of rock and roll and lots of gospel. My grandson can hardly put a sentence together, but he can dance to any rap beat that he hears and I mean, he is truly on beat and thinks he can dance. It’s pretty amazing how children pick-up on what they see and hear. He will be 2 on August 28th and is a ray of sunshine.
Music has a way of taking me to another place, calming me down, making me want to dance, making me think I can sing like Toni Braxton:). I can’t carry a tune. Ask my singing partners Desi, Steve or Shari. (No last names to protect the innocent) Before I made it official that I was going to run for County Mayor, we went to a karaoke spot and had a great time singing. They can sing, I was terribly off-key. I sang a Bon Jovi song at the top of my lungs and it was so much fun. After August 31 I will no longer be an elected official. I need to find something else to do, maybe become a little better at karaoke. That’s something to think about.