Unexplored Territory

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

I'm singing in the shower ...and in the kitchen...and sweeping the living room floor

Some of you who know me will know who I am talking about when I say this.

Over at PayPerPost, there is an opportunity that I decided to take about ....

Home Karaoke Machine Guide

Let me just say this: I know of a few people who would SOOOO have one of these in their house.

One of them is the soprano diva of our choir (not me, of course... I'm the alto diva ... wink!)

And the other would be ...

well...

ok. Me.

Wouldn't it be a hoot to have one? I used to when I was growing up, and I loved playing with it. But it wasn't the full-blown machine. It was more of a large tape player with a big speaker and a microphone. But I would sing and sing and sing into it.

I could SOOO see our Soprano Diva having one, too. Because she is the type that loves the sound of her voice. All. The. Time.

This is a paid advertisement opportunity from PayPerPost.

1 Comments:

Anonymous said...: Honey, you should just head over to our house. The Hubster is singing on his karaoke machine even as I type. It is his second machine. He wore the first one out, and was having such withdrawal that I bought him another one for his birthday. He is "warming up" on it right now because we're fixing to (fixin' to--I'm not an Okie!) take it over to our friends' for our New Year's Eve party.

Happy New Year!; 8:19 PM

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I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.

The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.

The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.

The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.

The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.