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Hallaline a chanchaline

“Momma, sing me this song,” Claire says.

She often asks me to sing songs for her, and I try my best. Sometimes, I’m really good at it…and other times, not so much.

“Which one, sweetie?” I ask, wondering what it will be this time. Beyonce? Oasis? Man in a Box? Lump? What. Anything is possible.

“Hallaline a chanchaline,” she says.

“Halla what?” I ask.

This isn’t the first time she’s requested this song.  The other day, she asked me to sing this song, and I couldn’t figure it out.  When we’re not trapped in the car, I can pull them up on my iTunes or Youtube if I don’t know how they go.  As this wasn’t an option at the moment, I was able to distract her by singing a different song.  She forgot all about her original song request, and so I had I…until now.

“Hallaline a chanchaline,” she says again. “You know, the one on Rock Band.”

That doesn’t really narrow it down.  We have a lot of songs on Rock Band.

“Say it again,” I coax her.  She’s usually really good at pronouncing words, and there are very few times when I don’t understand her.

“HALLALINE A CHANCHALINE,” she says, exasperated. “It goes, ‘Hallaline a chanchaline. Hallaline a chancheline. Wouldya like time. Wouldya like time.’ Ya know? Come on, Momma. SING IT.”

Uhh…  “Hallaline a chanchaline” I sing, matching her tune.

“No, sing ALL of it,” she says.  My trick hadn’t worked.

The tune and the words are distorted as they travel from her four-year old brain out her mouth, but she sings it the same way every time. Now, she’s signing it over and over, the exact same way every time, hoping that I’ll finally understand it.

I don’t.

Soon she finds that singing it louder doesn’t help me figure it out any quicker.

“Okay, you said it’s on Rock Band. Which one? The first one or the second one?” I ask. Maybe she’ll give me a clue.

“The second one. Duh! HALLALINE A CHANCHALINE!  HALLALINE A CHANCHALINE!  WOULDYA LIKE TIME.  WOULDYA LIKE TIME.”

“Okay, calm down. We’ll figure it out. Just give me a second,” I say as I’m wracking my brain. I love puzzles. I’m good at puzzles. Most normal, sane people would be amazed at some of the things I figure out, even on the smallest of clues.

Normally, I can Name That Tune in two notes, Jim, or knock Twisted Lyrics for 1,000 out of the park, Alex.
But not this time.

Hallaline a chanchaline? Wouldya like time? The second part (that she’s now shouting) sounds vaguely familiar.

“Rock Band 2?” I say, stalling.

“YES,” she says. “HALLALINE A CHANCHALINE!  ON ROCK BAND TWO!  It’s the one where the cars are racing, and then they crash! And he’s bald! The guy singer. He’s a man! He’s singing! And he’s bald! And the drummer guy is drumming! And they crash! But they keep singing! And they go whhhhhoaaaa, and they fly! And they keep singing!” She’s showing all the animation for this, of course.

She’s describing the opening song/animation of Rock Band 2, so I know we’re on the right track.

“Okay, so it’s on Rock Band 2,” I say. “Is it the song they sing during that opening or is it on into the game?”

“HALLALINE A CHANCHALINE!” she sings again. “They play it! Hallaline a chanchaline. Wouldya like time. Wouldya like time.

Luckily, we’re at home, close to youtube. I could go downstairs and get Rock Band all set up to see exactly what the opening song is, but I’m sure I can find it online.  I can picture the opening in my mind, but the song totally escapes me, what with all the Hallaline a chanchaline being shouted at me.

Sure enough, we find it, and she’s thrilled!

“THAT’S IT!” she screams as Cheap Trick’s, Hello There starts playing. “HALLALINE A CHANCHALINE!”

Want the translation? Hallaline a chanchaline is “Hello there ladies and gentlemen,” and Wouldya like time actually sounds exactly like that to me, but is technically, “Would you like to.” (As in “Would you like to do do a number with me? Would you like to do a number with me? Would you like to? Would you like to?”)

So, the mystery is solved. We listened to the song a few times, and then I shut youtube and started to go about my day.

“Sing me a song,” she says.

“Okay, sweetie. What would you like me to sing?”  How about Lump, I think to myself.  I love singing that song, and I know the tune and all the words by heart.

“Hallaline a chanchaline!” she says with a smile.

A magical time was had by all

At about this time last night, Claire was begging to put her coat on RIGHT NOW and leave RIGHT NOW. Time was creeping by so slowly that it was painful for both of us.

What was going on last night?

Thanks to Mile High Mamas, I had four free tickets to Disney On Ice! Claire and I asked one of our friends and her daughter to go with us, and none of us could wait. (Daddy was traveling on business and did a good job of pretending not to care that he wasn’t invited to our Disney Adventure.) ;)

It was magical.
It was spell-binding.
How could it not be? It was Disney.

The seats we had were excellent, and Claire was enthralled.

I’m not sure which was more magical for me…the show or watching Claire’s face as she saw all the magic unfold in front of her.

Now, if I could just get the songs out of my head…

I wonder if she will even notice that we are gone?

Happy March! It’s March 1st, so you know what that means, right!? It’s my Birthday Week! Yes, I celebrate my Birthday Week…because I can. Old people can do what they want. (Hey! Get off my lawn!) My birthday is on the 4th, and this year, my husband is taking me on a mountain getaway. We’ll leave on the 3rd, drive to a wonderful Colorado destination where he will ski and I already have a full spa package already booked! I’ll have hours of uninterrupted writing time, and I’m so excited I can hardly see straight.

We’ll be away from Claire for two nights, which is two nights longer than I’ve ever been away from her. Can you believe it?

I know she’s ready, and I’m sure I will be too. This will be nice test-run for when we escape to Hawaii for two weeks in October.

The mountain town we’re visiting has terrible cell phone and data services, so we’ll be unplugged. The last time we were unplugged was for our 12-day Road Trip out to California via the Grand Canyon, and it was awesome. They say I’ll still have spotty cell phone and txt service, but the Internet will have to figure out how to survive without us for a couple days. (I’ll have Glenda with me, but I’m not about to pay $450 per kilobyte or whatever it is to check email and play online. I’ll be too busy being massaged and pampered. Darn.)

Honestly, I can’t wait.

The grandparents will be here to watch Claire, and I wonder if she’ll even notice that we’re gone?

A behind-the-scenes peek at Live TV

As you know, I had the opportunity to do a Live TV segment on Fox 31’s Martino TV yesterday. I found out as I was headed out the door that I was going to be on that show, rather than Good Day Colorado.  I’ve been doing more and more of these little TV stints here and there, so I’m used to being flexible.

Still…I was shocked!  I was going to get to meet Tom Martino! He is a household name here, and he’s someone that I consider to be a celebrity. So, not only am I doing a presentation on Live TV, Tom Martino will be there!? Gee! No pressure!

But, I’ll let you in on a little secret. I was in sales for a good 6-years. I can do a presentation frontwards, backwards, and probably while standing on my head…but my wardrobe stylist frowns upon that.

Speaking of wardrobe stylists, I have to give my sister credit. She’s my go-to person when it comes to clothing advice. She helped me with my wardrobe for last Live TV appearance, too! She lives in California (and I’m in Colorado), but by the magic of texting and photo-mail, we put together an outfit that works! …and it only took an hour-and-a-half. Imagine how efficient she’d be if she could actually see my closet!

I told her she should do this for a living, but then I wouldn’t be able to afford her.

So, back to Tom Martino…

I figured out how to get to the FOX 31 studio, which wasn’t hard. Figuring out where to park was, but once you know what to look for, it’s super-simple. (It’s really easy to see where you need to go once you’ve gone past it. Funny how that works.)

I’d given myself plenty of time to get there, with the rush-hour traffic and possibility of getting totally lost. I finally figure out where to go, and park. I’m sitting there checking some last-minute things on Glenda when I see a truck pull into the parking garage.

It’s Tom Martino! Or, at least I think it is. I’m pretty sure it is. It has to be, right? What are the odds of a Tom Martino look-alike at the FOX31 parking garage?

I have to walk right by the truck on the way to the “Visitor Entrance” sign, so I stop and say, “Excuse me. You’re Tom Martino?”

He looks at me with a wary look and answers affirmatively. It’s official: Tom Martino thinks I’m a crazy stalker-lady.

I put my best “I’m not a stalker” smile on and said, “I thought so! I think I’m on your 9am show!”

He immediately relaxes and pretends that I’m not a crazy stalker-lady.

He escorts me to the building, and to Security, and then on to the Green Room.

All the while, he’s making small talk and I’m trying really hard not to shout “IT’S TOM MARTINO! YOU’RE TOM MARTINO!” out loud. I have to pretend to be calm. I need to be cool. This isn’t a big deal at all. *cough*

Unlike the other Live TV gig I did where I didn’t even have a mirror before I went on the air, FOX31 has a real Green Room. It’s a Green Room with soothing lighting and a lighted mirror and a sink! Yes, the photo I took of the sign is a tad blurry because I’m trying not to be conspicuous about taking a photo of the Green Room.

Amateur.

I have plenty of time to set up, and seeing the behind the scenes action is really cool. I’m amazed by the cameras that glide across the floor like sentient robots, moving with minds of their own. The lights and colors of the studio are fantastic. Everything is so vivid. Headset’d people are walking around saying random things to the people on the other end of their mics.

People I’ve only ever seen on TV introduce themselves to me.
I’m in awe.

I go over my script. Like any sales presentation I’ve ever done, I always have a script. It serves as a guide and safety net, and I know that I’ll be pulled off track, but I can always see it in my head. It’s there, ready to catch me, ready to pull me back on track. I never have ANY IDEA what they’ll ask me, so I have to be prepared. I’m good at going with the flow, so I wasn’t too worried.

Still…it’s live TV.

I’m mic’d, and it’s too late to turn back now.

Smile.
Breathe.
Don’t mess with your hair.
Smile.
Breathe.

And, just like that, it was over.

The segment went really well.  (Click here to see it!) I wasn’t sure what to expect with Tom Martino and Paula Haddock, but they were great.

I was asked by Paula to tape another clip that they’ll use during a 4pm show (I don’t know when, but I’ll keep you posted). We were going to do that when she was done with Martino TV, so I got to see the rest of the show from an inside seat.

There is a lot of bantering that goes on behind the scenes, and it was so much fun to eavesdrop.  I may or may not have tweeted about the fact that I was watching from the best seats in the house.  I loved seeing the comments about the segment come in before I’d even seen it.  That’s the funny part about doing Live TV…you see it after everyone else does, even though you’re right there.

When they wrapped up that show, I went with Paula to do another clip. If there’s anything worse than being mic’d once, it’s being mic’d twice. I have a love/hate relationship with the mic. Oh, who am I kidding? I don’t love it. It is fun to think “I wonder who will hear what I say if I talk now?”

I learned from my last Live TV Segment that they’re tricky little things. I’d figured that into my wardrobe choice. After a tiny bit of wiggling, everything was in place, and we were good to go.

When that clip was finished, Paula helped free me from the mic, find my way back to the Green Room and then back to the elevator.

And, just like that, I was back in the real world and found myself waiting in line to pick up Claire from preschool.

I’ll admit…the rest of my day seemed rather boring. ;)

Backseat Drivers: A Self-Portrait

Backseat Drivers Twitter Page

Wanna know what I love?

  1. Taking random photos with Glenda.
  2. Finding random photos on Glenda.
  3. Making changes to those photos by making them look like water-color paintings.

A picture is worth 1,000 words, but these days, odds are some words were added or changed in the processing.

As seen on TV

Claire and I were on TV again! Yesterday started out as any other day in our world: school, writing, a mass of errands lining up nicely on my To Do List, all of them eager to jump off into the abyss.

Things were clicking along, just as planned, and then I found out that FOX 31/Channel 2 of Denver wanted to interview the people behind Mile High Mamas.  Today.  In an hour and a half.

I did some juggling and went over to my editor’s house for a TV interview.

These things are always nerve-wracking, but they are fun to do. There is something about being mic’d, told where to sit, and having to hold the white balance paper in front of your face that makes you feel a little bit important.

When I told Claire that we got to be on TV, do you know what she said?

“Again?”

She’s such a diva. ;)

We had so much fun watching ourselves on TV last night (over and over, if you must know). You can check out the web article on the segment by clicking here.

If we get a link to the video, I’ll post that, too.

Mile High Mamas is such a great source for moms and women in the Denver area, and I’m so proud to be a part of it!

Happy Delurking Day!

Happy what? Happy Delurking Day! January 14th is known the world around (or at least on the Internet) to be Delurking Day!

Today is the day we coax all of you who read our blogs to actually comment on our blogs. I have a little secret to tell you: I can see you. Yes, I know you’re there. Through the magic of technology, I can see you sitting there reading, but I’d love to hear from you, too.

My friend Aimee has created a neat little icon that she’s sharing with the world:

DelurkerDay2010

So, please keep your clothes on, but go ahead and delurk!
It’s easy!  All you have to do is comment!

I have another confession. I, too, am a lurker at times. Things get so crazy sometimes, that I zip through blogs, laugh out loud, wipe away a tear, and don’t have time to comment. So, in honor of Delurking Day, I’ll be popping in to say, “Hey!” too.

Do you have a blog that I’m not reading? Leave a link in the comments, and I’ll check it out and share the delurking love.

(If you include your blog link with your name, it should show up right away.  If you put your blog link inside the actual comment field, the comment may take longer to appear on the website, so just be patient.)

So, in honor of Delurking Day show us what ya got.

So to speak.
;)

…and you didn’t think I’d have the coupon.

Last night on Facebook, one of my old college friends mentioned he was moving to a new place. Among the comments of congratulations and comments about not being able to help him move, someone mentioned Beave’s Pizza (in the form of payment for said move, along with a six-pack).

Oh, and it’s the college that’s old. Not us. Just for the record.

Anyway, Beave’s Pizza was a local pizza place that delivered to our college campus. They’d bring around these coupons for awesome deals on pretty good pizza.

All the memories started flooding in: The late nights, the crazy antics, the touching moments, the bonds that were created and have lasted all these years.  I did what anyone would do.  I, too, posted something about Beave’s Pizza on my Facebook wall, and the memories were left to burn a little brighter for just a little bit longer.

So, whattya say? Wanna go in on a large with me? I have a coupon:

Read the journal entry! It's the day before my 19th Birthday!

Read the journal entry! It's the day before my 19th Birthday!

I wonder if they’ll check the expiration date? ;)

Let’s go to the beach!

Did you notice the new blog header?  Here’s the full version:

Three Shadows on the Beach

Three Shadows on the Beach

If you’re in a FeedReader, click on over and check it out.

This is a photo from The Great Road Trip of May 2009.  I love the expression on Claire’s face.  You can barely see it beneath her blowing hair, caught by the ocean breezes.  This moment was captured by the camera and melded with our shadows.  This was our first experience dipping our toes in the Pacific Ocean as a family, and it was awesome.  Was our big 12-day adventure really back in May?  Was May really that long ago?

Well, not today, it isn’t.  I was tired of looking at the snow, as beautiful and sunny as it is here, I want to go to the beach…

…so let’s go!
Grab your sunscreen.
Grab your swimsuit.
Grab your flip-flops.

Meet me at the beach…if only in our minds.

General Blogkeeping & a Sneak Peek at a Review of Winter WonderLights

I’ve got a project brewing that requires me to stir it more often than it did before, so I’m going to be posting on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays here at The Casual Perfectionist. I also reserve the right to switch that up at any time, but if you know me, you’ll know the thought of ruining the little pattern this will create on the month of December on the sidebar is enough to make me break out in hives.

In fact, I had this post written yesterday, but I couldn’t bring myself to light-up a random Tuesday on that little calendar.

So, what’s happening today? I’ve got a writing piece featured at Mile High Mamas! It’s a little review I did of Winter WonderLights, at The Wildlife Experience.

Here’s a sneak peek of our adventure:

Claire was so excited to see Santa that this is what her face looked like the whole way there.

On our way to see Santa

I love it so much that I made it my Twitter photo:)

She got to see Santa AND tell him what she wanted in her stocking. He had some good goals for her. I’m expecting a better-than-average month.

Big Hug for Santa

Wanna know more?

Click here to check it out!

Click here to check it out!