OmegaMom

No doubt you, like others, have encountered this holiday season a link that leads to an amazing Christmas light show choreographed to the Trans-Siberian Orchestra’s Wizards of Winter.

OmegaMom is a sucker for bombastic symphonic and choral music. She blames this directly on her mother, OmegaGranny, who gave her, when she was 17, a copy of Carl Orff’s Carmina Burana. You may not recognize it by name, but OmegaMom assures you you know it by hearing–the chorus O Fortuna has been used for everything from grandiose introductions to and battle scenes in movies to advertisements lampooning those same grandiose scenes.

Actually, though, when OmegaMom thinks further back, she has to pardon OmegaGranny for the slur–it was not the Carmina Burana that did it, but Walt Disney’s Fantasia, which had not only the Augurs of Spring selection from Igor Stravinsky’s The Rite of Spring, but also Night on Bald Mountain. OmegaMom thought the dinosaurs dying off to the Rite of Spring was intensely romantic, and the Night on Bald Mountain (Mussorgsky) segment gave her delicious shivers, a la horror movies.

OmegaGranny is not off the hook, though–the same Christmas she presented OmegaMom with Carmina Burana, she also gave her Stravinsky’s Rite of Spring and Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto #2.

But maybe one could blame OmegaMom’s dad, who used to play Rachmaninoff’s Prelude in C-Sharp Minor ALL THE TIME…because OmegaMom loved it.

Another grand piece of bombast is Guiseppe Verdi’s Deus Irae.

Then there’s the presto adigiato of Beethoven’s Moonlight Symphony. Everyone loves the first movement; I don’t. This one has always been OmegaMom’s “I’ve got to get out I’ve got to get out I’ve got to get out” theme song for when I’m feeling fed up with work, life, boyfriends, spouses, children, what-have-you. (OmegaMom’s dad played this one beautifully, as well.)

There you have it. I am a bombast addict. And now I have this loverly Creative Zen MP3 player. I think it’s time to dig out my old bombastic albums and load that puppy up…

(Blast. I have to edit this entire post, because Amazon–bah–does not allow direct links to either their pics or their clips. Bah. You will have to locate the specific music clips yourself, sorry!)

I promise there will be a more uplifting post later.

OmegaDotter’s been sick (again) this weekend. The mama-bear in me worries, and has plans to call the doc–four whopper fevers in two months just doesn’t seem right to me.

So she is feeling better this morning. I, on the other hand, feel like a Mack Truck has rolled over me. My neck hurts, glands are swollen, head is stuffed, and brain is fried. Bleah. What a way to start the New Year.

Like I said, wah, wah, wah.

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OmegaMom has been nominated for “Best Photo Post of December” at the Order of Brilliant Bloggers for the How to Make Sugar Cookies” post at the beginning of December. Voting is open until January 5 at midnight; you have to have a Blogger account to vote (boo!), but my bud Miss Cellania says, “Hit the “get your own blog” button at the top of this page, then follow the steps. You don’t have to create a blog, just dump out before hitting the “create blog” button.” Thanks for the tip, Miss Cellania–I’ve got friends who would vote, but don’t want a blog. (By the way, Miss Cellania’s blog has been nominated as December’s Best Comedic Blog as well.)

Gotta dump a dancing banana in here for this:

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Today is the Omega’s wedding anniversary. Eight years already!

Shortly after midnight, Mr. OmegaMom kissed me on the nose and said, “This is how I always dreamed of spending our wedding anniversary: forcing a child to take medicine and taking a tepid bath.”

I sing the praises of tepid baths; it did the trick and got the fever down.

I’m gonna take my aching body off, snuggle on the futon with OmegaDotter, and watch Shark Tales once again until Mr. OmegaMom comes back from his Sunday meeting, then I’m gonna go back to bed.

Wah wah wah.