Rocking out is hereditary

Monday, April 14, 2008

So I think most of you know I am a Guitar Hero. I have been schooling my son as well. He ain't bad, but he doesn't get much practice. Today, I discovered something completely amazing. Some of you have had that surreal moment where you must pinch yourself in order to determine if this experience is true. Well, it was. I walked down the hallway and heard Black Sabbath's Iron Man coming out of my bedroom. As I turned the door knob, expecting 100% to tell Drew to turn it down, I discovered my MOTHER rocking out. Granted, Drew was there, giving full instruction. The most amazing part of this story is that I walked by a couple of hours later to go have a smoky treat, and find my dad and Drew standing back watching her tear it up. She has never played before today. This is the definition of a hot mess in it's truest form. Apparently, my amazing Guitar Hero talents travel through my DNA like light through the sky. For those of you who have ever met my mother, you completely understand why this is a shock. If it were my dad, I would have held my Bic in the air and jammed out. But my mom?! What the eff? For those of you who haven't, imagine a very religious Mrs Garrett from the Facts of Life.... Now say you don't get it.