
This was a post I had mostly written a month ago. I just never posted it. So here it is now.
May 11, 2003
So, it was Myr's birthday. I was ahead of the game and had her gifts purchased well before the big day. Well, not true. I picked up two additional books for her on Friday when we were down at the Barnes and Noble for the HP:PoA discussion. But since I was buying birthday gifts for her cousin S, it was an easy deception.
She got mostly books, 'cuz that's what she likes. She really likes gift certificates to bookstores. She also got crafty stuff: pens, paper, crayons, markers, glitter. Several Winnie the Pooh things for her collection. She got no toys, no games, nothing that would be advertised on Sat. Morning cartoons -- that she doesn't watch, btw. She wakes up early on Saturdays and reads.
She's not really your ordinary ten-year-old.
One of the gifts I got her was a CD. Now,I'll give you three guesses as to what album, by what artist she wanted. I'll bet you dollars to donuts you won't get it right.
Heck, I'll give you 10 guesses. You still ain't got a chance.
The album: Unleashed
The artist: Toby Keith
Yes. My ten-year-old daughter wanted a country album by a big beefy guy in a big white hat. She's loved his singing ever since he had a number one hit with "How do you like me now", a song about the unpopular kid in high school who makes it big. She also loved his "Talk about me" a pseudo-rap song about a self-absorbed girlfriend that had a hysterical video.
This album has some of his newest songs including "Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue" (also called The Angry American) and Myr has promised that she will not sing the refrain "put a boot in your ass" at school. It also has "Beer for my Horses" a duet with Willie Nelson that she would put on continuous loop if I let her.
Not really sure I can deal with a ten-year-old. *sigh* Although she seems to be growing up just fine.
She mentioned to me that she didn't know what she was going to tell the other kids at school because they won't think she got good stuff. Then she says to me "I just blame you. That's OK, isn't it, Mom." She went on to explain. When the kids ask why I don't watch Sponge Bob I just say it's because you won't let me." Me: "You want to watch Sponge Bob?" Her: "No. But it's easier to say it's your fault."
Fine with me. I'll be the bad guy here. Anytime she needs me to be. I guess I'll have to work through this whole "growing up" thing as we go.