The Singing Trio

Hallo (no, not a typo, it’s Danish which I am ½ and on a good day speak MAYBE four words) readers!

Welcome to my new blog, Aging Hysterically! It’s been a year since I wrapped up co-hosting the comedy podcast Yack it up with Lisa and Lisa (www.yackitupshow.com ) with one of my oldest pals, West Coast Lisa.

We produced a show a week for close to five years.  Not too shabby for two bags over fifty who launched in 2014 when podcasting was just becoming mainstream. As East Coast Lisa I had THE best time with West Coast entertaining our fans from all over the world.  Thank you, thank you to all of you who tuned in and for bearing with us in the early years when sound quality was poor, and EC Lisa (that would be me) repeatedly forgot to add our intro music. Don’t fret, there is a new podcast in the works, and I have excellent news…WC Lisa will be a frequent guest host!!!!!  So hang on. I’ll keep you posted!! (Yikes, now I actually have to knock out a new show because I told you I would).

OK! Onward and upward to blogging my friends! Aging Hysterically is the place where I will crank out tales of what comes down the pike for me during this hysterical process of aging. I will be spitting out the funny, the strange, the characters, the irritations, the rants, the joys, and everything in-between as I march on through this life with all of you. Please, please, please send me stories about how you are dealing with holding it together while hopefully laughing (or crying) hysterically.

Let’s start with this video.

That would be me, my mother, and my scraggle-tooth belting out a song about people dying on the Titanic. Mom would sing this song to my little six-year-old self while tucking me into bed. I think you are getting the picture where the root of my unusualness may stem.

You will be reading a lot about mom, an endless source of entertainment, as she ages hysterically with me. Just call us two weirdos in a pod.  We don’t mind.

The second song in the vid is what our family would sing at the end of “Happy Birthday” before a family member, young or old, blew out their birthday candles. By the way, who is Nancy? It was always Nancy. 

Mom: (belting it out in 1968)

“It was sad, yes it was sad /It was sad when that great ship went down to the bottom / of the husbands and wives little bitty children lost their lives / it was sad when that great ship went down…

OK!! Good-night sweet girl!”

Badaboom!