Crown Princess at Ooh, a Shiny Pen is hosting Fun Monday this week
“Music plays a vital role in most of our lives. It is everywhere. I want to hear the ONE song that is you. The song that whenever it is heard, you smile. I am not looking for the soundtrack of your life, just that one song. Your friends hear it and think of you. You can post the video, the lyrics, the wav file. However you want to post it is great.”
The first thing I thought when I read this was “no way.” I don’t have a song that is me. I couldn’t think of a single thing. Then for some reason a song from Grease 2 came to mind. I like listening to Grease 2 when I clean the house – love love love “cool rider.” If you have ever watched Grease 2 you’ll know the song I am talking about. Michelle Phillips starts singing up on top of a ladder, doing a sexy dance. I always imagine myself in her place, up there on that ladder, belting out the song. However, when I sing, James covers his ears and runs for the hills.
If you really want to know
What I want in a guy...
Well, I'm lookin' for a dream on a mean machine
With hell in his eyes.
I want a devil in skin tight leather,
And he's gonna be wild as the wind.
And one fine night, I'll be holdin' on tight...
To a coooool rider, a coooool rider.
If he's cool enough,
He can burn me through and through.
Whhoa ohhhh
If it takes forever,
Then I'll wait forever.
No ordinary boy,
No ordinary boy is gonna do.
I want a rider that's cool.
That's the way it's gonna be,
And that's the way that I feel.
I want a whole lot more than the boy next door,
I want hell on wheels.
Just give me a fine motorcycle,
With a man growin' out of the seat.
And move aside, cause I'm gonna ride...
(Chorus)
I don't want no ordinary guys,
Comin' on strong to me.
They don't know what I'm lookin' for,
They don't know what I need.
They're gonna know when he gets here,
Cause the crowd will be shakin'.
I'll do anything to let him know,
That I'm his, his for the takin'.
I want a coooooool rider,
A cool, cool, cool, cool rider.
I want a coooooool rider,
A cool, cool, cool, cool rider.
I want a C-O-O-L R-I-D-E-R.
I need a C-O-O-L R-I-D-E-R.
Yep! That was the first song that came to mind. Why? Don’t ask me. Sometimes even I don’t know where it comes from.
What song makes friends or family think of me? Haven’t the foggiest. Hey mom and dad, siblings, friends, romans, countryman – have an answer??????
I asked Father last night at Dinner "Is there a song you think of when you look at me?" Blank look, hemming and hawing, jokes about three stooges, mothra, etc.Father and I have a song that is us. Ella Fitzgerald’s ‘The Man I Love.’
Someday he'll come along
The man I love
And he'll be big and strong
The man I love
And when he comes my way
I'll do my best to make him stay
He'll look at me and smile
I'll understand
And in a little while
He'll take my hand
And though it seems absurd
I know we both won't say a word
Maybe I shall meet him Sunday
Maybe Monday, maybe not
Still I'm sure to meet him one day
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day
He'll build a little home
Just meant for two
From which I'll never roam
Who would, would you?
And so, all else above,
I'm waiting for the man I love
On our eight anniversary, I created a picture with a piano and the words of the song, framed it and gave it to Father. He cried.
I asked James what his song is and he burst into
“I love Godzilla, I love Godzilla, I love Godzilla, I am a Godzilla fannnnnnnnnnn.”
Imagine it in soto voice.
This week’s Writer’s
Whatever moves your soul this week is what we all want to read. So, create your poem, prose, short story, essay, commentary, or whatever — and post it on your blog. Feel free to include recordings of you reading your work — and any photo, artwork, or graphic representation you feel is relevant.
I decided to give Writer’s
Sometimes it is easier to write things down in longhand rather than the computer because the thoughts won’t flow from my fingers to the keyboard. I did pretty well. I actually wrote a story that had a beginning and an end. The middle left something to be desired, but I had the premise for a story. I accomplished the nano goal of writing more than 50,000 words. So how did that change me?
I wanted to finish the story. Truly finish the story and have a book I could present to folks and say I wrote this. Whether it ever got published or not was another story. Father wants me to finish and try to get it published and even if I get reject letters, I would have written a book.
Changed. Luna now sleeps with James and doesn’t wake me up anymore. James does around 7:30. James loves to get on the internet after breakfast and finds the most annoying websites, whether on purpose or not, I don’t know. Godzilla clips of monsters screeching and roaring, the bleating of shaun the sheep and other amazing silly shows. My quiet time in the morning disappeared. I have a huge stack of books by my bedside and Nora Roberts and Terri Blackstock are calling my name. Instead of writing, I read and read and read. Suddenly, my morning is gone, Father is up and off for work, it’s time to do lessons, clean the house, do laundry, work on my homework and…..
They say the more you read the better you write. I discovered the more I read, the less I write. During nano, I hardly read at all and I wrote 2000 words a day. Life after nano, I am barely writing 100 words a day. There are days I manage to edit and rewrite scenes and then days I accomplish nothing. Father made the comment last night (and I had not discussed this with him) that the more I read the less I write. I have to admit, he is right. Add the distraction of James and poof. It’s gone.
Changed. I’ve discovered something new and I want to pursue it. It was quiet yesterday afternoon at the shop (my turn to work). My technician engrossed in repairs, no customers coming in and the phones were quiet for a change. I grabbed some paper and began to write down ideas for a new beginning for my story. I also decided James won’t be getting on the internet until a certain time, so I have the quiet time I need in the morning to write.
Changed: For lent, decided to start getting up at 6:30 again. I wake up at 6:30, look at the clock and think ‘I’ll get up in a minute.’ The next glance at the clock shows that minute turned into 45 minutes and James is walking in the door saying ‘good morning.’ Arrg. Tomorrow is another day and I will try again.
Changed: Me, Father, James. Life is all about changes and wanting change, looking for change. Good change. Change is watching your son learn something new and the light in his eyes gets brighter. He is changed. Change is listening to Father describe a new design he has come up with and actually implementing it. He is changed.
Change is Life. Life is changed. We are transformed.
