Peevish

Following is an e-mail received last night from the SaucyMomma, which made me howl. Please note: the SM does not normally listen to Magic 95. However, the SM is pregnant with Saucy Number Four, so we are giving her a HUGE hall-pass.

“OK. So, you need to blog about Christmas Peeves. Mine (today) is the nerve wrecking repetition of Christmas songs on Magic 95. Not surprisingly, I am a Christmas music nut – there really is no such thing as too much Christmas music in my book. But certainly there are more than the 12 songs Magic 95 plays. Continuously. I’d like to make a couple of suggestions to the music selection committee at Magic. First, please X the damned Dan Fogelberg Same Old Lang Syne shit. Who gives a crap about your damned old lover? And what are you doing at the grocery store in the snow/pouring rain. On New Year’s Eve? Pitiful. Hardly a Christmas upper. Speaking of downright depressing and horrific – what about the torturous song about The Shoes? Please. The song sucks, but no one can admit this because it’s about a mother about to die. Hmmm. Just what I want to hear at Christmas time. I realize I’m hormonal – being pregnant with my 4th child and all. But, a song dedicated to the story of a little boy begging for money so his mommy can wear beautiful shoes when she dies and goes to meet Jesus is just down right cruel. The concept must be popular to the non-hormonal majority as I’ve been told there is actually a 2 hour movie of the story made especially for LifeTime TV. Starring Rob Lowe? HELP. And finally, I have nothing against Mannheim Steamroller and/or its indistinguishable counterpart the Trans-Siberian Orchestra, but every THIRD song?!?!!? My heart races like a Vegas light show trying to keep up with all the computerized musical gyrations.

Unable to take anymore from Magic, I stopped the madness with a few select purchases at Waterloo Records this afternoon. Now the only ones going crazy are my poor children who have been forced to listen to the Bare Naked Ladies croon We Three Kings over and over and over. After the third repeat, Will finally yelled, ‘Turn that damn song off!’ Did I mention he was SIX???

It’s Magic 95’s fault.”