I just procured myself a new set of coveralls/overall, Carhartts to be exact. After two trips to Sears, and the dreaded mall with no luck, I finally succumb to ordering on the internet. I hope they fit. Point being I wanted the ones that look like the ones my man wears. I find a man in work clothes; you know heavy work, sexy. I guess he does too, I mean, like the work clothes thing, he likes me best in my Carhartts/overalls/coveralls whatever, I have worn out three pair in our relationship tenure.
Happy birthday Sammy Hagar, wish I was with the RedHeads in Cabo, someday, someday. I am keeping my mind off of my someday wish of producing a Sammy Hagar Broadway type musical by writing, directing and producing my newest jukebox musical with the 70s pop song/styles of Donny Osmond.
â€œMom, you fell asleep at a Black Sabbath concert,â€ my dear progeny stated with exasperation is his voice. â€œHow could you?â€ asked many of my students when I admitted to them the faux pas in the rock-n-roll venue. Oh, I fell asleep during Pink Floyd too, and come to think of it, Spring Awakening, and every event I go to that commences at what should be my â€œtucky byâ€ time. I am old, well not as old as Ozzy, but why canâ€™t he have started the concert at an early bird, not one full hour after the slated start time? Not that Ozzy wasnâ€™t brilliant as he is as an entertainer.
Go away little bear, go away medium sized bear, black bear just â€œGo away!!!â€ I am not supposed to be alone with you.
I finally finished Patricia Walkerâ€™s Dance of the Electric Hummingbird, an ordinary womanâ€™s accidental journey to enlightenment, the supernatural and rock star Sammy Hagar. Finally. I knew the book existed sometime in the whirlwind that was 2012, I entered a contest to win one, I glanced at a copy through the Cabo Wabo gift store window, I eventually purchased a copy in November over the internet, and every time I have read the book, it scared me so much I couldnâ€™t finish it.
Ten more minutes of my Sunday ritual â€œBreakfast with the Beatlesâ€, todayâ€™s climax was a string score only version of Eleanor Rigby. â€œI Want Youâ€ was also in todayâ€™s repertoire which is one of my favorites having been featured in both Juke Box Musicals Sergeant Pepperâ€™s Lonely Hearts Club Band, the late seventies camp of a film with Peter Frampton, The Bee Gees and many other iconic stars including Alice Cooper and Aeromith; and Across the Universe a more poignant tale written and directed by Julie Taymor of Broadwayâ€™s The Lion King fame.
â€œFor in the whirlwind of passion you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness.â€ - Shakespeare Hamlet. Comedy would not exist without tragedy. I was not put on this earth to be a drama teacher without having to earn the woes of â€œoutrageous fortunesâ€.
Not really understanding the procedure to go for the second chance tickets, I put my pass code in and it really doesnâ€™t say what youâ€™re supposed to do at 9:00 AM tomorrow. Doesnâ€™t really matter any old ways, because what it did say is- the dreaded what I thought, â€œover 21â€ which â€œeightysixesâ€ my lovely 14 year old (10/08/98) almost six foot tall body guard. I donâ€™t think I shall be roaming Mexico alone, besides I am teaching class at 9:00 AM tomorrow.
Itâ€™s amazing riding the Sammy Hagar wave of enlightenment.
I was wrapped up in another world for so long that my Redhead cells lie dormant. Hibernating in the same way my â€œI Dream of Jeanieâ€ obsession lie sleeping until I semi-recently analyzed my bedroom dÃ©cor.
Hello Fellow Redheads!
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