Zeppelin Rules!

I took Fiona swimming last night. She did really good. I tie a noodle around her and she swims around like she owns the place. She "jumped" off the wall into the pool. More like she slowly allowed herself to slip into the water, but in her mind it was like jumping off the high dive. Anyway, she jumped in and went WAY under the water and popped right back up, she coughed a little, wiped her eyes and blew water out of her nose. I told her what a great job she did and how awesome she is and she seemed pretty happy with herself, even though she was visibly scared and shocked by the experience.

When we got home, she told Amy all about it and was really really proud of herself. It was neat.

When we were at the pool, the lifeguard was a high school girl. The music on the loudspeakers was the Classic Rock station on satellite radio. Highlights of our swimming soundtrack were "Born to Run," and "Pretty Woman." Lowlights were "L.A. Woman." The Doors suck, and Jim Morrison was a pompous ass who wrote shitty poems and declared himself a genius. There, I said it. While we were drying off, Led Zeppelin's "Going to California" came on. "Going to California" is one of my favorite Led Zeppelin songs. It is a song I always use in my Led-Zeppelin-is-not-heavy-metal argument. Right when they were getting to the "Throw me a line, if I reach it in time..." part, the music changes to The Red Hot Chili Peppers. I don't usually complain when the Chili Peppers come on the radio, but when they come on in place of Led Zeppelin, it kind of bothers me. About 3 seconds after RHCP comes on, it changes again to some sort of dance music... and that is where it stayed until we left.

Needless to say I plan on writing a strongly-worded letter to the Lititz Record Express about the impertinence of youth and how Led Zeppelin rules. Seriously, though, I am not planning on writing a letter of that nature.

And seriously, Led Zeppelin does rule.