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Thursday, March 31, 2011

What I Know For Sure

I've been known to argue practically to the death over a point that I think I'm completely right about...only to find that I'm dead wrong about it. Is it because my children have killed off some of my brain cells? Or because I'm a bottle blond? Or just too stubborn?

In any case, these days, there isn't too much that I know for sure.

Other than that I know for sure that I will never be on the People of Walmart the Gym.

Something else that I know for sure is that I can't sing.  At all. Even my two year old covers his ears in pain when I try.  But, while I might not end up as the butt of someone's blog post punchline due to what I wear to the gym, I very well might end up there because I often forget that just because I have my headphones in while I'm listening to music on the elliptical, people can still hear me if I sing outloud.

I can't help it.

Not Ready to Make Nice by the Dixie Chicks: I'm not ready to make nice, I'm not ready to bow down, I'm still mad as hell and I don't have time to go round and round and round....

All I Wanna Do by the Sugarland: All I want to do wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wo wooo is love you...

Stand by Rascal Flatts: You get mad, you get strong, wipe your hands, shake it off, then you stand, then you stand....

Back Where I Come From by Kenny Chesney: Back where I come from, it's where I'll be when it's said and done....

What I know for sure is that my singing voice should be outlawed in the gym. But, only after they ban guys wearing bootyshorts.

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Blogger Oka said...

just wondering...when you singing with your headphones on...are you blurting it out from the top of your lungs????

March 31, 2011 at 7:23 AM  
Blogger myevil3yearold said...

I so didn't take you for a Country music girl! I think country is the easiest music to make people think you can kinda sing. I just put a twang in my voice (not hard b/c I'm Southern) and belt it.

March 31, 2011 at 7:30 AM  
Blogger Sarah said...

I am not that great at holding a tune, so I feel you pain!!! :)

March 31, 2011 at 7:36 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Does it make you feel any better that even though I can sing I don't like to?? Also regardless of talent NO ONE sounds good when they are singing with headphones on. Trust me on that one. Cause you cannot hear yourself and you will always be way out of key and tune, never fails...

March 31, 2011 at 7:40 AM  
Blogger Lisa @ Two Bears Farm said...

They would kick me out if I tried to sing.

March 31, 2011 at 7:43 AM  
Blogger Kmama said...

LMAO. It's amazing that I was able to play a musical instrument, because I can't sing in key if my life depended on it. I blame my mom and dad, two people who have the most horrendous singing voices.

March 31, 2011 at 8:08 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

My sister in Atlanta sings with a "special" voice according to her. It can only be heard in special places away from the public.

March 31, 2011 at 8:31 AM  
Blogger Tina @ Life Without Pink said...

Girl I can't sing either. My hubby always says he feels bad for our kids :) And funny my sister has a beautiful voice...total opposites!

March 31, 2011 at 8:32 AM  
Blogger MommyLovesStilettos said...

My mom did this recently in the airport. While waiting for her flight she was listening to her ipod and she was jamming out to Cee-Lo Green (F*** YOU) and sang LOUDLY until someone tapped her on the shoulder and stopped her. LOL yes, my mother is one of "those". You know the kind, the mom that thinks she is WAY cool and listens to pop music?? :)

March 31, 2011 at 8:48 AM  
Blogger Casey Freeland said...

Oh, yeah, I've been there. I think it's from misinformation from our parents and friends, or no information from our parents and a lot of information from our friends. It's best to learn those things quietly, when no one is looking. Like, "Oh, hell, I thought "plethora" was a dinosaur." Glad I didn't embarrass myself there!

Good luck on the singing thing. Our family (save one single 9 year old boy) cannot sing at all. We purposefully torture our children with it.



P.S. - Found you on Mama

March 31, 2011 at 9:23 AM  
Blogger TerriG said...

Shell, besides being moms to only the man creatures, we have a new thing in common. Scary singing. That's why they have CD's. We can outsource our nursery songs and lullabies.

March 31, 2011 at 9:23 AM  
Blogger Heather said...

If everyone would put on their headphones then no one would notice. I say you lobby for that. How can you listen to those songs and NOT sing?

March 31, 2011 at 9:29 AM  
Blogger Erin said...

I can't sing either, but yesterday I was sing Ro Ma Ro Ma Ma, Ro Ma Ro Ma Ma along with Lady Gaga at the gym.

March 31, 2011 at 9:30 AM  
Blogger John said...

I'm horrible when wearing headphones at work...somebody will come up to me, and I'll speak over the volume of what I'm listening to, so "good morning" usually ends up being "GOOD MORNING!".

Speaking as a musician, though, headphones make people worse singers (unless you're at a recording studio and are having what you're singing fed back to you via studio monitor), as you don't listen to yourself but instead only hear what the MP3 player is playing and then the headphones filter out the "extra noise" that you're producing.

March 31, 2011 at 9:40 AM  
Anonymous Ilana @ mommyshorts said...

So YOU are one of those people that sing outloud at the gym??? You are aware that nobody else can hear the actual music right? Thank god everybody else has earphones in too. ;)

March 31, 2011 at 9:50 AM  
Blogger Kir said...

oh this was so good, and knowing you can't sing doesn't mean you should stop. It certainly hasn't stopped me LOL

and I love all kinds of music, I'll try my hand at Wynonna and then songs from WICKED, back to The Script and onto Barbra Steisand. LOL
NO shame in me at all.

I'm glad that you know it but it doesn't stop the singing, that's the thing you know for sure, "that you can't contain HAPPINESS" sometimes. :)

March 31, 2011 at 9:56 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

I love me some country music. And THAT's the reason I don't work out, I sing bad & loud with headphones on!!!

March 31, 2011 at 10:09 AM  
Blogger Lisa said...

Also have terrible voice. Also love Country music.

Going to see Dierks next month!

March 31, 2011 at 10:19 AM  
Blogger Sara said...

My singing voice is so bad that I've actually had to pull the car over because I'm laughing so hard at myself... But because of this other bad singers never bother me. And at least we know and own it, unlike those poor fools who try out for American Idol...

March 31, 2011 at 10:39 AM  
Anonymous MamaRobinJ said...

Great response to the prompt. I can just picture it ;)

I belt those songs out too.

March 31, 2011 at 10:48 AM  
Blogger Jennifer said...

And this is why I don't listen to music at the gym! LOL When I was little even my mother would tell me I couldn't sing (Bless my heart...). And now Baby Girl will say, "Momma please don't sing." And it is a shame because I really love to do it.

March 31, 2011 at 11:21 AM  
Blogger Macey said...

the kids AREN'T supposed to plug their ears and howl like dogs when we sing?

March 31, 2011 at 11:26 AM  
Blogger Steph said...

Love it!!

I actually *can* sing, but that's why I don't wear headphones in public because it's pure comedy when one sings out loud and no one else can hear...and/or needs or wants to hear!

Not Ready to Make Nice has been a long time theme song of mine. ;)

March 31, 2011 at 11:29 AM  
Anonymous Stacey said...

LOVE the singing! I was totally singing along to the music at the grocery store last week and got busted by a neighbor. The funny thing was, I had an earphone in because I had been talking to my hubby on the phone, so it totally looked like I was singing to music on my phone. I'm not sure which is geekier! LOL

March 31, 2011 at 11:37 AM  
Blogger A Mommy in the City said...

Love those songs! I used to think I could sing until I actually started to listen to myself and realized how horrible I was! ;)

March 31, 2011 at 11:46 AM  
Blogger Elena Wollborg said...

I love it - can just picture you singing at the gym! Dixie Chicks "Not Ready to Make Nice" is an awesome song to sing. So powerful...I belt that out anytime I hear it as well!

March 31, 2011 at 11:53 AM  
Blogger Jenny said...

I love all those songs! Rascal Flatts is one of my favorite groups! I have to admit I do the same thing..its hard when it is a good song..right?!

March 31, 2011 at 12:03 PM  
Blogger Pamela Gold said...

I'd love to see/hear this...I smell a vlog!

March 31, 2011 at 12:14 PM  
Blogger SharleneT said...

Just sing your heart out, sweetie, and of course you must make a vlog -- thenm, we can judge -- sort of like American Idol! Yea!! What do two-year-olds know, anyway. Come visit when you can.

March 31, 2011 at 12:21 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I can't sing at all. But that doesn't mean it's not fun. I say sing away. And don't wear scary gym clothes.

March 31, 2011 at 1:00 PM  
Blogger Tina L. Hook said...

Me and my husband can't sing for a lick. Even belting out a happy birthday song can be a challenge.

March 31, 2011 at 1:15 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

They should definitely ban booty shorts!

March 31, 2011 at 1:52 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Singing isn't for all of us. I do it horribly and shamelessly. I don't feel bad about it because it makes me happy. Everyone else just needs to accommodate me. :)

Thanks for stopping by my blog! I'm so happy to have found yours!

March 31, 2011 at 1:52 PM  
Blogger Pamela Fagan Hutchins said...

a) you sing aloud at gym
b) you had 2 great dixie chicks songs on your playlist
i must conclude that you are either ME, and I'm not ME, or your are my new best friend. Either way, I'm not ready to make nice is one of the best.songs.ever.

March 31, 2011 at 2:01 PM  
Blogger Jessica said...

How funny. My kids remind me all the time what a terrible singer I am. Doesn't stop me though...when I am at home ONLY.

March 31, 2011 at 2:02 PM  
Blogger Jen said...

Music is powerful and sometimes, you just gotta sing!

March 31, 2011 at 2:09 PM  
Blogger Courtney K. said...

Oh boy. I am MOST DEFINITELY not a singer. I swear...cats shriek and glass breaks when I try. Oh well. :)

March 31, 2011 at 2:11 PM  
Blogger Secret Mom Thoughts said...

Love all those country songs. I can't hold a tune either.

March 31, 2011 at 2:27 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Not sure if my other comment went through... I just said I was singing along with you! :)

March 31, 2011 at 3:07 PM  
Blogger Babes Mami said...

Babe likes me to sing but he's the only one I will do it around as I assume it's terrible! I'm sure people are too wrapped up in themselves to hear you sing a little bit!

March 31, 2011 at 3:18 PM  
Blogger Anne said...

Hmmm guys wearing bootyshorts or your singing? I'd take your singing anyday girlfriend! P.S. I can't sing worth beans either but it doesn't stop my:)

March 31, 2011 at 3:20 PM  
Blogger Barbara said...

Hysterical! You are one of those people too! Sometimes I don't realize I'm singing along when I have my headphones in.

March 31, 2011 at 3:41 PM  
Blogger Melinda said...

I'm right there with you, Shell. And isn't it so nice and kind of our offspring to point out our musical deficiencies. I so enjoy that. :)

March 31, 2011 at 3:53 PM  
Blogger Lourie said...

Ban the Man in Booty Shorts! hahahaha. I would be afraid to use an iPod or MP3 for fear of singing out very LOUD without giving it a thought. LOL

March 31, 2011 at 4:00 PM  
Blogger Mimi N said...

I keep invisioning myself having a Glee moment at work because of the music that's filtered in throughout the store. Of course, it wouldn't be pretty. It's much better in my mind than it would be IRL. LOL Probably much like your singing. =)


March 31, 2011 at 4:14 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

At least you get to the gym. I haven't made it to a gym in...over 10 years. So luckily I don't have a clear picture in my head of guys in bootyshorts. That just can't be good.
Thanks for stopping by take2mommy today!

March 31, 2011 at 4:45 PM  
Anonymous Denelle @CaitsConcepts said...

Ohhh, Rascal Flatts LOVE!

And my kids just yell at me to stop singing. I'm not sure why, because, seriously, I can carry a tune. I won't sing a song if I know I'm gonna butcher it horribly because then it actually becomes physically painful to me and my throat. ;)

March 31, 2011 at 4:47 PM  
Anonymous Bruna said...

We're entitled to think we know everything because we're Moms. It's part of our job. As for singing, don't worry about it ...I can't sing either. You can feel better now :P

March 31, 2011 at 4:57 PM  
Blogger Evonne said...

There is no way you can be worse than my daughter. I love her to death, but, wow!

She's ok without headphones, but once she puts those things on, I run and hide.

March 31, 2011 at 5:43 PM  
Blogger Sorta Southern Single Mom said...

LMBO I can't sing either. But hey, if you can't hear yourself, who says anyone else can? :)

March 31, 2011 at 6:31 PM  
Blogger Cori said...

great music selections :D

At least you can admit you can't sing....I hate those who think they can sing beautifully and they can't!!!

March 31, 2011 at 7:56 PM  
Blogger Joey Lynn Resciniti said...

You keep singing. I say that because I don't have to listen to you!

March 31, 2011 at 9:08 PM  
Blogger The Mommy Mambo said...

ooo! Is there a "people of the gym"?? LOL
BTW, Everyone sounds amazing in the shower. At least I do. Just sayin.. :)

March 31, 2011 at 10:58 PM  
Anonymous Jasmine said...

So YOU are that lady at the gym!!! ;)

March 31, 2011 at 11:35 PM  
Anonymous Mom Went Crazy said...

I hum a bit on the treadmill and I bust out a kick ass drum solo too!

April 1, 2011 at 8:46 PM  
Anonymous Tonya said...

Uh, you should visit the gym in here in England...dudes in speedo's - not pretty!

April 2, 2011 at 9:18 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

♥ this post! Great blog. Now following - found you via MK's. Please follow back at www.momma-licious.blogspot.com

April 2, 2011 at 11:47 AM  
Blogger Nichole said...

I seriously cannot sing.
At all.
But my kids beg me to sing "You Are My Sunshine" to them every single day.
They make me feel like the best singer in the world. :)

Guys in booty shorts...giggle.

April 2, 2011 at 11:57 AM  
Blogger Gretchen said...

I constantly find myself humming to myself, even in public. Usually it's quiet enough that the only person that catches on is my husband...but I could totally be considered that crazy girl singing to herself at the grocery store.

April 2, 2011 at 5:14 PM  
Blogger Emmy said...

Yeah! Your a country girl. Love that Sugarland song. Have you seen the video for Stuck Like Glue? So funny

April 2, 2011 at 9:58 PM  

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