I was noddin' my head like yeah, while the crossing guard was moving her hips like yeah...

Perhaps I should be ashamed of this post... but, I'm not afraid to admit it, "Party in the USA" is now one of my favorite songs. It's been stuck in my head for weeks. The first time I heard it, I found myself dancing along in the car. When the song was over and the dj mentioned that it was Miley Cyrus, all I could think was, "I LIKE a Hannah Montana song?? What's wrong with me?" But, after I watched the video on YouTube, I quickly realized, Hannah Montana is dead and gone. Miley must have stuffed that sweet little Hannah under her bed, along with all her modest apparel. I wonder if Billy Ray saw the final cut of her video, before it hit the air. I guess when you're riding your daughter's coat tails after losing a duel with devil down in Georgia, you don't really get much say in her sexy videos.

Thursday afternoon, Bert was working from home and The Storm was busy playing in the backyard, so I ventured out alone to retrieve Her Highness from school. Thankful that I could actually flip through the stations on the radio with out hearing screams coming from the backseat, "Nooooo! Not this!!! Turn our cd back on!!!!!" I came across a familiar voice, "And a Jay Z song was on..." I turned up the radio. Loud. And began to jam as I pulled into the car line. Oh, I should also add that since it was such a beautiful day, I had my windows rolled down. As I sat there, waiting for our cute little crossing guard, who reminds me of Wanda Sykes, to wave my mini-van across the lane, I realized, she was dancing a little. Then, I snapped out of my high school day dream just in time to notice the song was nearly over and I had been dancing and singing super loud, with my radio blaring, windows down, totally rocking my Odyssey. Feeling super embarrassed, I began my assessment of the cars around me. Wanda Sykes, who was just about to wave me across the lane to get in the left turn only line, nodded and laughed as I turned my tunes down a bit... She waved and hollered, "That's okay, Baby! That's my jam too!"

As Her Highness entered the van, she began with her usual peppy description of the day, sounding much like a junior valley girl, "Like, today we got to go to a huge kickball game down on the big field! And guess what?? It was a game where the fifth graders played against the teachers and I like don't even know who won but it was soooo much FUN! We were CHEERING and going WILD!!" So I interrupted, "So, it was like a Party in the USA?!" Her Highness, in total disbelief replied, "How in the world do YOU know that song??!" I then went on to lecture her about how cool I had been, once upon a time. To prove it, I had to sing the entire song for her and dance the rest of the way home. I don't think it helped my case much though. She rolled her eyes, just as I had always done to my own Mother, only I don't remember thinking my Mom was a total dork until I was at least 11. If Her Highness thinks I'm a loser at age 6...... Oh, dear me.