Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker,Television, North Korea,South Korea, Marilyn Monroe!

Some people have asked me about the relevance of my post titles. I guess some of them are more cryptic than I had thought. Wanna play name that tune?

The scoring is totally subjective.
I'll "keep track" for about a month, or until I grow tired of the game.
The winner will receive an award (meaning something freaky and awesome from craigslist) to parade on their blog among their other pieces of flair from the blogosphere.
If you are REALLY in it to win it (and who wouldn't be? Music trivia is the best) feel free to scroll back through the archives and rack up some points. Annie and Kasey already earned herself a few snaps for Tainted Love, and People Are People.

Today's post is worth 1 gold star an 5 brownie points to the friend who gets it first.
Points will be awarded to those who complete an extra line or two of the song, give the title, or name that band.

Demerits will be given for:

- poor sportsmanship

-if you correct me for misquoting a song (ever see that commercial where the guy sings "pour some shook up ra-men!" instead of "pour some sugar on me"? Very funny, but in most cases, I prefer to just continue to sing the wrong lyrics...and I don't like to be embarrassed on my own blog...or at all really, but some things are unavoidable)

-not playing.

-if I just don't like you.

Have Fun!

Ok, on to the actual post for today:
Yesterday we went to the Fire Dept. for "F week" with the kids in our preschool group. We had a smaller group due to new babies and a few rounds of strep, but the kids that came had a great time!



Reese had a pretty good time, until Mr. Fireman turned on the truck while she was sitting on it. She was not a fan of the noise.

Or Mr. Fireman, apparently.

I guess Mr. Fireman wasn't too fond of us, either. This is the photo he took of me, Reese, and Quincy sitting on the firetruck:


Reese got over it when he gave her a hat and a coloring book. I disliked him even more for giving her temporary tattoos.

"I'm on a gurney!"

Dad, these helmets smelled weird. I actually expected it to smell like "DAD" when I put it on. It did not. It smelled like plastic and engine exhaust. I guess it takes a good 30 years of BBQ to build up a decent Essence of Hal. I was disappointed.

I was hoping for a little "stop, drop, and roll speech" or "check those smoke alarms" from the Fire Guys, but they didn't come through....which leaves Fire Safety 101 up to 'Mother of the Year" over here-who let her friend's one year old use a hot stove to practice cruising (his chubby little fingerprints are still on the damper...sorry about that Samantha!), and Husband Who Uses My Oven Mitts to Poke Logs in the Fireplace and Has Repeatedly Run Through the House With His Hand On Fire in a Beeline to Put it Out in the Snow Drifts on the Porch.
Yeah. We're great examples of safety.