Don't weep, DX. I'm incredibly musically ignorant, even compared to people who are younger than I am.

No, it's a song about Bart Starr. When the Packers won the first two Super Bowls, his players would hold up their Super Bowl rings to him and say, "Ring-O! Ring-O" and then sing a song. The songs they'd sing became known as Ringo Starr song

I'm also incredibly football ignorant, and yet, I think you guys are all making this stuff up.

Annabel can now reach things on the dining nook table. I think she's growing in both actual height and ability to stretch out every day.

Help.

I may have to go with that plan for shelves at 5' and 6' all around every wall in the house for storage after all.

So on the handful of occasions I've heard it used/praised in a Christian context, I've been all, "Huh? Did you listen to the lyrics at all?"

I sang it at a wedding once. The couple were sort of earnest hippies who changed lyrics in other hymns to be non-gender-discriminatory. They weren't fond of "Lord", so the song became "This Day Was Made By Our God."

I love how Calvin's dad explains to him that color photography has always existed, and all photos are color. But years ago, reality was all black and white....

Yep! "Jilli, look! It's a movie from before the world developed color!" My dad never let reality get in the way of telling me a good story.

He had my cousin convinced that tuna fish was possum in a can. Which is funny because my grandfather had the same cousin convinced that tamales were made from turtles. Poor Krissie has some food issues.

I know I shouldn't be, but I am totally giggling at Heather's relatives right about now. (Though looking stuff up yourself is probably the wisest course in that situation.)

And I've never done karaoke and would be kind of chicken to do so, even though I'm not shy about choir, the singalong at the F2F, or even the occasional solo. Huh.

Oh, and the good news WRT the above post--I discovered her newfound reach in time to get that big pottery bowl that Dylan bought at some kind of craft expo at work off the table. Which doesn't mean I've found a permanent place to store it yet, but oh well.

We need a bigger house. Or else less stuff.

Oh, as a child I once convinced my cousin (who was an adult) that my father would sometimes race the cows to the Back 40 and back, and that farmers would come from miles around to place bets on which cow would win.

I may have to go with that plan for shelves at 5' and 6' all around every wall in the house for storage after all.

I probably shouldn't tell you this, but soon after walking comes the ability to stack stuff. When he was shorter Bobby would stack boxes on top of chairs on top of stools to get to the uppermost cabinets. He was the tower king.

Susan, you could just Velcro the kid to the wall or the like. Leave your stuff where it is, and store Annabel at a 5-foot height.

It's the only way to save your sanity. (And your pottery.)

I'm not a shy girl at all, but I usually need at least one cocktail before I can karaoke or dance in public.

Ok, two cocktails.