You know it’s going to be a good day when even the blog title doesn’t make sense.
So the short kid and I love Rascal Flatts. Our Jeep music consists of the two alternating CDs (Me and My Gang; Feels Like Today—I haven’t heard the older two) and we know all the words…or most of them. There was some confusion in the chorus of “Me and My Gang”, so I consulted the CD cover booklet.
Me and my gang, jump on that train
Grab hold of them reins
We’re gonna rock this thang
Cock this thang
Me and my gang, yeah—me and my gang
Holy hell, what does that mean? I’ve written erotic romance, so the word cock and I have a passing acquaintance, but as a verb? My six-year-old belts this song out in a funky southern twang at any opportune moment. (And some inopportune ones, as well.) This is a band with very strong Christian tones, so I can’t imagine it being too obscene. But somebody please tell me what that means in this context. I assume it’s along the lines of ‘knock it out of the park’, but if I need to muzzle my kid, I need to know.
In other news, I was pondering blue collar heroes this morning. How they always seem to touch the heroines with a gentleness she’d never dreamed possible.
My husband’s a master electrician & HVAC guy, and…it ain’t possible. His hands are like coarse-grit sandpaper. Seriously, if his hand passes over the same spot more than three times in the same minute, I start losing layers of skin. It’s like “FREE Microdermabrasion while you…”
Anyway. You just never see callous-burn or nightstand bottles of Cornhuskers in romances.