August 05, 2009

Operator Error

Today, I was just thinking to myself, that I needed a good laugh. Well, as I have been abundantly receiving lately, ask and you shall receive. So my princess diva (hence the pink font color, respectfully) wants to be a singer when she grows up. She is 4 going on 14. Our little boom box, is that what they are even called anymore, finally died awhile back; RIP. No biggie I thought, I'd run right down to Walmart and pick up a new one for twenty bucks or so. Hummm, the twenty dollar boom box/Cd player seems to average in the forty to fifty dollar range these days. Target, Toys R Us, and various other retailers pretty much held firm on that price as well. That just seemed ridiculous to me for a kid's Cd player whose shelf life would be ticking the moment it left the box. Then I spotted the Barbie Radio and Ipod dock, oh and on clearance for ten bucks. Okay, so I downloaded all her favorite songs onto my ipod (which is just really Mela Kamin, Summer in my Soul, Cd) and plugged it in.

Audrey was beyond excited. She is now able to do her performance concerts for any available, but not necessarily willing, audience; and listen to her music when she goes to bed at night. A few days ago we had a large number of young friends in and out of the house and in everything and every room. I heard rumor of a certain 7 year old trying to get the ipod into the dock correctly and saying it wasn't working properly. Luckily, that night I was able to get it working again save one minor malfunction; the volume. Good Lord, if anything why can't the AM radio go to heck, or even the tuner. Well, Audrey still fell asleep to Mela's melodies on full blast. She just needed to listen so badly, volume was not an issue; for her anyway.

The next day, I took the Barbie dock to Grandpa, he's the pretty handy type and thought he could either figure it out, jimmy rig it somehow, or tell me it's broke, I just I would've only been out the ten dollars. So I set up the Barbie Pod and began to explain my problem while turning the dial and saying, " change". Grandpa looked up and down the pink monstrosity, with blinding pink jeweled fluoresce spewing from the flower speakers. He then just busted out laughing mumbling something about how his Alzheimer's wasn't as bad as he had thought. He pulled me around to the other side of the dock and showed me the dial CLEARLY marked volume, I had been turning the dial clearly marked tuning. We got a good laugh out of that one for the rest of the evening.

Laughter is so good for the soul, oh, how I missed it; gotta do that more:)


  1. Pink was too hard on the eyes, had to go with purple. Mela's cd is on itunes, or check out her website...

  2. So funny, as Wyatt is similarly obsessed with music right now. He has an am/fm clock radio by his bed, which he listens to at night. Last night he came down in tears because it wasn't working. When I went in for a listen, it was just static. Wyatt asked if it sounded like that because it was cheap. (he overheard me tell Jess that I had purchased a cheap clock radio for Wyatt's bedside table) Turns out, when he tried to turn it up, he turned the tuner instead. Wasn't I the hero when I got KS95 back on!

  3. Bahaha!
    sounds like something i would totally do.
    hope you have a great day!

  4. Sounds like beautiful music to my ears.
    Love to hear the stories. Wish I could get started on my blog.


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