Saturday, April 11, 2009

If ever there were a man

That could knock me down and drag me away by my hair, while he yells obscenities... that man would be Billy Idol!

Oh how my heart melts when I look at his spiked blond hair, and the sneer on his lips! Pardon me while I compose myself.

I've been a fan for some 20 plus years. I saw Billy Idol in concert twice. The first time, after the show, he walked out on the ledge of the building naked to tell the fans goodbye (yeah, right). The second time was in a bigger arena, outdoors. I was all punked out, wearing my sleeveless, torn Billy Idol t-shirt. Ahhh, the memory.

I can't explain what it is about Billy that makes me swoon. Maybe it is because of his "bad boy" image. You know, the kind of guy your momma warns you about. Or, is it the tight leather pants? The six pack abs? The penetrating look in his eyes (when he doesn't look wasted)? I can't say for sure. Even in his 50's, he's just sooo....

To think too much about what makes Billy Idol my magic man would take the mystery out of it. And I am just a silly school girl, with a silly school girl crush, that doesn't want the mystery debunked.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Rows and flows of angel hair

Where I work out, besides having lots of eye candy, they have boxes you plug your own earphones into, to hear different kinds of music, or to listen to one of four televisions hanging on the wall. "Both Sides Now" by Judy Collins was one of the songs that played.

At work when I listen to some of the older songs on the Muzak, I wonder how they ever became "hits". You know, songs like "Take A Letter Maria", about a man having his secretary take a letter to send to his wife saying he is leaving. Then asking the secretary for a date. Or, "Band Of Gold", where a woman waits in a a lonely room on her honeymoon, for her man to return. What was/is their appeal?

To me, "Both Sides Now" is a timeless song. A song that can relate to at anytime of your life. It's life's illusions, I recall, I really don't know life at all.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

A woman's poem

Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's rich and self-employed,
And when I spend, won't be annoyed.
Pull out my chair and hold my hand.
Massage my feet and help me stand.
Oh send a king to make me queen.
A man who loves to cook and clean.
I pray this man will love no other.
And relish visits with my mother.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

My dad is a funny man

I don't mean in an odd way. I believe he is where I get my love of laughter, and laughing.

Dad has been a member of the Masonic Lodge for well over 50 years. Being a Mason is a passion of his. Dad is also a member of Eastern Star, and was an "Uncle" to the girls in Jobs Daughters.

Dad was an over the road truck driver until our baby brudder was born, then he went into management. He also drove Greyhound bus for sometime, well before I was born. Dad loves to tell the story of how he drove the team bus for the Green Bay Packers. After the first year, the team requested Dad be their driver.

If Dad had his way, all five of his children would live at home. I think that comes from his not being home but on weekends for the four oldest. Earning a living and making good for his family, meant being away during the week. Home only on weekends. He would give of himself for all of us, and that is an awesome kind of love to experience.

Dad loves Mom like nothing he has ever loved in his life. Still to this day, he says he never believed he could love anyone as much as he loves Mom. I truly believe that if Mom passes away before Dad, that he won't be far behind. Not because of frail health, but from a broken heart.