Saturday morning Music

When I was grwoing up I used to both look forward to and dread the Garcia Saturday Morning. My parents thought that Saturday meant get up early and work whereas I thought (along with everyother sane being) that Saturday meant a day for sleeping in and rest. Noooo.... my Saturdays often began with a rooster (my father) cock-a-doodle-doing at the top of his lungs in and out of all our bedrooms, followed by a wake-up wake-up wake-up. Next minute you'd hear the Tex-Mex pumping out of the stereo. To get a taste of our torture go to http://texmexfm.com/index.php/stations/texmex-fm-albuquerque-nm/

My dad would swing his hips around the house singing aloud at the top of his lungs. Rolling over and falling back to sleep was not an option.

The music would be on all morning while everyone did their chores... sometimes we were even able to change the radio station when Dad would go do something outside. Mom would put on the soul legends from the 70's.

I'm posting this now as I sit with my aching hips and legs due to all the dancing we got up to yesterday! We had a classic Garcia Saturday.. the music was on high and we were bopping about the house to the Party Hits of the Sixties.

Carys was practising her hip rolls and Adam's dancing consisted of his sliding up and down the hallway and ninja rolls off the sofas.

Patrick and I took turns providing the Karaoke!