tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011276937873715418.post5269757229397739290..comments2023-05-10T04:48:42.692-05:00Comments on Shelby's Journey: Soundtrack of my lifeshel7byhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11305152251465013846noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011276937873715418.post-1914678818418734512008-12-17T13:38:00.000-06:002008-12-17T13:38:00.000-06:00p.s. was she really singing about soda? Hmm...p.s. was she really singing about soda? Hmm...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011276937873715418.post-14522322497985964542008-12-17T13:35:00.000-06:002008-12-17T13:35:00.000-06:00I will take the straight jacket if I get to still ...I will take the straight jacket if I get to still hear my ditties. Whenever I hear someone from Utah say they want a "POP" (oh don't be hatin' Utahns, you know who you are), I instantly sing:<BR/>I wanna pop-pop-pop! Remember...<BR/>"Don't give me that so-so soda, that same old cola, I wanta rock-n-roll-a<BR/>I wanna pop-pop-pop<BR/>I wanna SHHHHHHAsta<BR/>I wanna taste pizzaz<BR/>all the great taste Shasta has<BR/>I wanna pop-pop-pop<BR/>I wanna SHHHHHHHHasta<BR/>I wanna thrill I wanna Wow<BR/>I want it all I want it now<BR/>I wanna pop-pop-pop<BR/>I wanna SHHHHHHHasta!" You can Youtube it. Good times.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011276937873715418.post-53532762263359936222008-11-27T11:41:00.000-06:002008-11-27T11:41:00.000-06:00I was thinking about this the other day. It seems ...I was thinking about this the other day. It seems like everyone on campus walks around listening to their iPod, so I tried it and it drove me crazy. My life soundtrack is more amusing and random. I just hate when it gets stuck on repeat. <BR/>"..strike up the music the band has begun..bum bum bum..The Pennsylvania Polka.."<BR/>I avoid Groundhogs day for that reason alone.Sara Bosler Castrohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00420200158654185603noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011276937873715418.post-45289872301049885812008-11-27T01:26:00.000-06:002008-11-27T01:26:00.000-06:00Anytime anyone says "it's electric" my mind automa...Anytime anyone says "it's electric" my mind automatically continues on by singing "boogie woogie woogie. You gotta feel it-it's electric! boogie woogie woogie." One too many church dances I suppose.Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01373217087354367142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011276937873715418.post-37506948739336438802008-11-26T23:14:00.000-06:002008-11-26T23:14:00.000-06:00OH! I so Love "The Pirate Movie" keep Pumpin'and B...OH! I so Love "The Pirate Movie" keep Pumpin'and Blowin'. I remember all of those so we must have grown up in the same era. I just think your hilarious not crazy.<BR/><BR/>Annette M.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011276937873715418.post-75499853284916503012008-11-26T22:50:00.000-06:002008-11-26T22:50:00.000-06:00I can never decide what I want to eat at McDonalds...I can never decide what I want to eat at McDonalds..big mac, filet o fish, quarter pounder with some cheese, icy coke, thick shakes, sundaes, and apple pie etc. Marketing..Shelby, you are their poster child.Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11492480006142609545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011276937873715418.post-58202285500539908402008-11-25T23:08:00.000-06:002008-11-25T23:08:00.000-06:00Hey, Shelb: You doing okay, hon? Your posts are g...Hey, Shelb: You doing okay, hon? Your posts are getting a little whacky! (just kidding! - I love you!)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05114298499577388283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011276937873715418.post-4021747715396596662008-11-25T22:54:00.000-06:002008-11-25T22:54:00.000-06:00I was just talking about this tonight with some of...I was just talking about this tonight with some of my friends. There is a classical piano piece that should probably be beautiful (I don't even know the name of it!) But if you remember all of those, you will probably remember this one too...unless you are too young. Anyway, there is a little girl at a piano recital and she is singing a McDonalds song in her head as she plays..."Oh, I wish I were already there, instead of here, playing this song and I would have a Chocolate shake, a cheeseburger and also fries and I would eat the fries myself and not give any to my dumb brother...hands off they're mine they're mine all mine..." Do you remember that one? Anyway, I can't hear that song without singing that. There are others, but I won't get into it here.Rod and Kandacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01078914921997817315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011276937873715418.post-12685652768913795602008-11-25T12:11:00.000-06:002008-11-25T12:11:00.000-06:00Oh yes. I totally understand. In college I drove...Oh yes. I totally understand. In college I drove one of my other roomies nuts because of it. And to make matters worse I always have a song of some sort stuck in my mind.Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02733758090736204041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011276937873715418.post-6529481366104021152008-11-25T11:24:00.000-06:002008-11-25T11:24:00.000-06:00I am not haunted by songs - but by commercials. R...I am not haunted by songs - but by commercials. Really. It's hard to sleep and eat. They scream their messages to me and I am so persuaded to buy their accompanying products when I go to the store. I honestly bought pure rain soap by Lever one day because I was so hot and on the commercial the girl is standing under a waterfall. <BR/><BR/> Somebody help me. (Every time I say "somebody help me." I think of that guy driving his lawn mower in his front yard who says, "I live in this huge house, I'm a memeber of the country club, . . . I'm in debt up to my eyeballs - somebody help me. . . " <BR/><BR/>KILL ME NOW.<BR/><BR/>It must be hereditary.Melaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06376845487654940276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011276937873715418.post-41509587767567284732008-11-25T09:02:00.001-06:002008-11-25T09:02:00.001-06:00Granddad used to burst into song for half the phra...Granddad used to burst into song for half the phrases we used when we were kids. Only most of his were hymns. I will try to remember a few of them and send them to you. I only think of them when someone says one of those phrases. It's in the genes, only yours are crazy, his were annoying most of the time.Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16720839247634118337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011276937873715418.post-82256740942134075142008-11-25T09:02:00.000-06:002008-11-25T09:02:00.000-06:00Granddad used to burst into song for half the phra...Granddad used to burst into song for half the phrases we used when we were kids. Only most of his were hymns. I will try to remember a few of them and send them to you. I only think of them when someone says one of those phrases. It's in the genes, only yours are crazy, his were annoying most of the time.Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16720839247634118337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011276937873715418.post-81697701486176720872008-11-24T22:09:00.000-06:002008-11-24T22:09:00.000-06:00I think I only recognized one of those jingles.I think I only recognized one of those jingles.Katie Pricehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03568518239327634258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011276937873715418.post-74665684803443423652008-11-24T15:00:00.000-06:002008-11-24T15:00:00.000-06:00All of my soundtracks and jingles are wayyy older ...All of my soundtracks and jingles are wayyy older than that.<BR/><BR/>... I'd like to teach the world to sing in perfect har-mo-nee....<BR/><BR/>-Lisa B.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011276937873715418.post-77482402759628598382008-11-24T13:46:00.000-06:002008-11-24T13:46:00.000-06:00I rest my case.I rest my case.Adriennehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15066560278064721870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011276937873715418.post-6812107899177334512008-11-24T13:29:00.000-06:002008-11-24T13:29:00.000-06:00Shelby, I've placed a phone call on your behalf. ...Shelby, I've placed a phone call on your behalf. In a few minutes, a van will arrive at your deer ranch. The men exiting that van are they to help you, and they will fit you with a special jacket. This is no ordinary jacket. It has fun straps, cool ropes and zany locks. I've heard it referred to as a "happy coat," or the "coat of crazies" - don't read too much into that. Anywho, they're going to take you to a place where everyone has soundtracks.Shawn H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/12723686491484570685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011276937873715418.post-11583919695970246872008-11-24T11:49:00.001-06:002008-11-24T11:49:00.001-06:00This comment has been removed by the author.Christyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05641656041294933461noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5011276937873715418.post-47894219660386652402008-11-24T11:49:00.000-06:002008-11-24T11:49:00.000-06:00Hilarious! My sister and I sing that Kriss Kross c...Hilarious! My sister and I sing that Kriss Kross commercial every time we drink Sprite at a family gathering. I was actually singing along as I read your post...(blush)Christyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05641656041294933461noreply@blogger.com