Oh, my mom would also sing "Good morning! Good morning! You've slept the whole night through! Good morning! Good morning to you!" Which I HATE. Haaaaaaate.
This girl at school? She told me that gelatin is made from ground-up cow's feet and that every time you eat Jell-O there's some cow out there limping around without any feet. But I told her that I'm sure the cow is dead before they cut its feet off, right?
Dawn ,'Never Leave Me'
Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.
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juliana - Jan 07, 2009 7:56:20 am PST #7155 of 10000
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Glamcookie - Jan 07, 2009 7:58:47 am PST #7156 of 10000
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
Shit, Erin, I'm sorry. I hope you are able to get some sweet sleep today.
juliana - Jan 07, 2009 7:59:34 am PST #7157 of 10000
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
Oh, Erin. Sorry, honey.
SuziQ - Jan 07, 2009 8:01:38 am PST #7158 of 10000
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Try living with "Wake up Little Suzi" on a regular basis? Gets old fast.
I am STARVING and can't justify going to the cafeteria for another 30 minutes, at least. I'm ready to eat my desk. And yes, I did have breakfast. Snarl.
Laura - Jan 07, 2009 8:03:50 am PST #7159 of 10000
Our wings are not tired.
Did she ever wake you up singing "Oh, how I hate to get up in the morning?"
I sing this and/or "Oh, what a beautiful morning" to my kids. My mom sang all the time. Just about any word would set her off. I only sing to get them out of bed. Also, DH and I will sing rock stuff loudly to get them to settle down in the car. It is a weapon for us.
I would sing a lullaby for you, Erin.
Shari_H - Jan 07, 2009 8:13:13 am PST #7160 of 10000
Keep breathing!
I wake my (Firefly-loving) teenage daughters with "Good morning, ladies, it's time to rise and be shiny!" My singing is held as a threat for those who don't get moving - "oh, what a beautiful morning" being my weapon of choice.
Strix - Jan 07, 2009 8:13:28 am PST #7161 of 10000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Aw, thanks, Laura! I am mildly functional now, and am waiting a reasonable time before I drive to the Target and get my script.
I was a surly waker (still am) and my parents progressed past little songs to doing things like rubbing dog-chewed rawhide on my bare feet, and slowly dripping a cup of cold water on my face to get me up. No, that was all Dad.
I had a roommate in college thought it was cute to try to come in and wake me up and rub my hair and sing little songs and stuff.
She was rapidly and profanely disabused of that notion.
vw bug - Jan 07, 2009 8:15:31 am PST #7162 of 10000
Mostly lurking...
Oh, my mom would also sing "Good morning! Good morning! You've slept the whole night through! Good morning! Good morning to you!" Which I HATE. Haaaaaaate.
Oh, that's my dad's good ole standby! He just recently stopped singing it to us when we're all home, as there was an incident with something being thrown at him.
Glamcookie - Jan 07, 2009 8:15:49 am PST #7163 of 10000
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
Erin, my surly morning sistah! Somehow I ended up with a total morning person. DW is humming and whistling and shit at 6 in the morning! I find it sweet, as long as it's not directed at me. Grump!
Barb - Jan 07, 2009 8:16:46 am PST #7164 of 10000
“Not dead yet!”
My mother would wake me up by singing "Ohhhhhhh what a beautiful MORNin'! Oh, what a beautiful daaaaaaaaay! I've got a beautiful FEELing! Ev'rything's goin' my way!" Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
Oh.
Oh no.
I don't do cheery or sudden, loud wakeups.
When my mother was stuck in her Great Depression of My Entire Adolescence, she'd wake me up by banging open my door and snapping, "You planning on sleeping the entire day away?"
At 6AM.
Since she had depression-related insomnia she deeply resented anyone who could actually, you know, sleep.
Speaking of insomnia, sorry about the bad night, Erin. That rots.