REBLOG: The Recessive Gene: My Pool Needs A Lifeguard

I sat in my mother’s living room this evening and heard thunder outdoors. My dad asked my mom to check the weather, which prompted me to sing “I wanted to be with you alone, and talk about the weather…” And then it prompted me to reblog this post! Bonus points if you know what song that’s from.

The Sadder But Wiser Girl

My family struggles with an affliction.  There is no test to determine whether you have it or not.  You don’t know you have it, until one time it just happens.  Someone says something innocently to you or around you, and you BURST INTO SONG.

We refer to it as the recessive gene in my family.  It’s more of a sickness, actually.  It’s like a chronic illness-once you have it, it’s yours for life.

Still unclear as to what I am referring to?  Picture it, choir practice, all of the members of the choir are sitting in the pews.  The choir director chooses the song to rehearse and says “Let’s start at the very beginning.”  Which I reply instantly by singing “A very good place to start.”  I can’t help it, it just comes out!

Oh it’s not just limited to songs from The Sound of Music.  I must admit…

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About Sarah Almond

Sarah Almond "The Sadder But Wiser Girl" is a mom of two children and is married to an evil genius. Suffering from ADD, Anxiety, and a phobia of washing dishes by hand, she blogs to save the world from boringness. Though she is college educated, she would gladly trade her degree in for something useful, like a cheese sandwich.

22 thoughts on “REBLOG: The Recessive Gene: My Pool Needs A Lifeguard

  1. See, I read that, and immediately thought, “Humidity is rising… barometer’s getting low… according to all sources… the street’s the place to go…“

  2. My husband is the king of this sickness, but I’m not much better because I randomly insert movie quotes into every day conversations. And I can’t listen to “Lost in Rock n’ Roll” without hearing the Tim Hawkins version: “Give me some meat on a crispy shell, I wanna get lost in Taco Bell, and drift away.”

  3. We built this city. We built this city on Leh-eh-gos!

    (Also, second time I’ve attempted to comment so sorry if this is a repeat.)

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  5. Oh my god – thank you Sarah! I have finally found my soul sista. Seriously – I do this all.the.time. Ask my husband and kids. They’ll tell you. Nothing – I mean NOTHING is off limits. Everything is a song reference. Sometimes my youngest just looks at me with that sad, pouty face of his and says “Mommy…can you please stop?” To which I reply “STOP! In the name of love…”

  6. HOLY CRAP I do this, too! I love it when hubs gets it and joins in. Often times, he looks at me like I’m a freak and asks whether it’s appropriate to sing Metallica in front of our almost-four-year-old. Which, by the way, it IS and I – on purpose – played Metallica (and Mozart because I’m not a sadist) to him in utero so that he’d have a variety of tastes when he came out.

    • I don’t think I purposely played anything for my children while they were in the womb. Perhaps I should have. I’m so glad I reblogged this one-it seems that there a lot of us musical ladies out there!

  7. {I thought I posted yesterday but it must not have ‘taken’}
    I have half of this gene …. the songs ALWAYS occur to me, but I am too self-conscious to actually sing them out loud. Right now I’m a Lumberjack is now going through my head. But I’m okay.

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