Sunday, July 16, 2006

Chicken in a Car and a Car Won't Go...

That's how you spell Chicago.

I learned that little rhyme from my grandfather. (Not that it really rhymes or anything.) I suspect this is why I'm such a bad speller.

I also remember siging a song with him when I was little to the tune of "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow" that went:

Take a ride in the car, car
Take a ride in the car, car
Take a ride in the car, caaaaaar
Take a ride in the car. (Inventive, I know)

Then, for the next verse you just hum and buzz your lips like a motor boat. It was incredibly fun when you were a kid. You also got a horsey ride on his knee.

Aaaaanyway... the point of this post is to say that I'll be out of town in Chicago until the evening of the 21st. And that, you'll have to live without me until then, as I doubt I'll have internet access unless I go actively seek it out somewhere... which I'm not that likely to do.

I'll share what happens when I get back. And maybe review Wicked. Or, you know, something.

'Til then.

End Blog.

4 comments:

Big Sis said...

it's eerie that I was thinking about this exact "take a ride in the car car" song not all that long ago. I can't remember why. But - weird! but weren't those two little rhymes/songs from two *different* grandfathers? and how about this one: "Little spider on the wall, you ain't got no hair at all. You ain't got no comb to comb your hair - but what do you care? You ain't got no hair!" (note the spelling of "ain't".)

Nikki said...

Really? They were from two different grandfathers? I could have sworn they were both Mom's dad. And wow... I had forgotten all about the hairless spider. That's a good one too. I also remember singing something in another language. I don't know what we were saying in it though, or how it went anymore.

Now, the other grandfather, I remember him teaching me these words: "How dry I am, how wet I'll be, if I don't find, the bathroom key. I found the key, it's too late now, I've had my pee." It used to make Nana so mad. Which was the only reason either of us did it, I'm sure.

Ah, memories.

Nikki said...

Home again, home again, jiggity-jig.

Quila said...

You guys kill me! Your Paps would be so happy you remember those 'classics'.