Africa by Toto

Considering it's been "our song" for thirty years, you would think I'd know something about it by now. Like the words. Or the meaning. Or something about the band. But I don't. All I know is one day Shawn came to pick me up and, instead of coming to the door, sat in his car, a skateboard bumper-stickered Toyota Supra, and listened to the stereo blasting this song

Africa

It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you...

 To this day, no matter how many times I've heard it on the radio, or seen the video or looked up the words or seen Africa on a map, the only thing I can figure out is this -

It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you...

But I guess that's enough.

Toto, coming to Talking Stick Resort 9/23

Just booked a room.

PunkPlay

Reagan, the 80s, punk rock and adolescence - sounds like something I can relate to.

Stray Cat Theatre with Shana and her new work BFF for a loud and proud peek back to the teenage bedroom of the 80s.

Lipstick Call

Fun crowd tonight (even SHANA showed up!) at Bobby's for some catch-up, some around-the-table toasting, some checking out the new guy and even some jazzy, spinning dancing.

MWW

Mothers Who WWWOW!

When I'm not in a MWW class, it's like part of my brain is shut down, left to wander, waste time, wallow, whine. There will be none of that with this group of off-the-charts smart, creative moms with some wild stories to tell. I can't wait to hear them all...

Movie Madness - Robot and Frank

Loved it. Great circle of life elements.
Robot and Frank

What's NOT To Love????

A future with a strong economy?
A strong defense?
Good jobs?
Good schools?
Health care for all?
Pray to whichever God you want?
Clean air and water?
Renewable energy?
A fair tax plan?
Improved infrastructure?
Women ruling their own lives?
Leaders working together with our best interests at heart?

Not the sexiest song and dance I've heard from the-bar-is-always-set-so-high Obama, but bookended tonight between Bono and Bruce, singing him on and off stage, he said what he needed to say, laying it all out. It wasn't always pretty, filled with only high notes, but it's a song we've got to keep singing right along with him.

Yes We Can!!

Here's a little song...

Truth or Consequences

Seems like political conventions are a lot like blogs, just trot out your spit-shined version of reality, not getting too bogged down by the whole truthiness of it all and hope the masses buy it. Worked for me, as this blue-girl-stuck-in-a-red-state bought it all tonight, eating up every morsel thrown out as they preached to the choir. Can I get an Amen!

The other side worships different rock stars (where was Dubya last week?) and are just as determined to believe the "facts" and graphs and talking points their talking heads spin. Like one of our patients this morning. After I fought for three days to get an MRI covered on her crappy HMO, she kept hissing that "Obamacare" was going to make things worse, saying, "Someone read it to me from the report. It was on page nineteen hundred twenty something. It said right there. He's a Socialist." I calmly tried to explain health care reform to her, then gave up, figuring her truth might not be so bad.

Socialized medicine on page nineteen hundred twenty something, huh? Good health care for everyone? I wouldn't have to argue with patients and insurance companies all day long and be able to just watch the Barack and Bill show in peace?

Sign me up.

If farmers and blacksmiths could win independence from an empire … if immigrants could leave behind everything they knew for a better life on our shores…if women could be dragged to jail for seeking the vote…if a generation could defeat a depression, and define greatness for all time … if a young preacher could lift us to the mountaintop with his righteous dream … and if proud Americans can be who they are and boldly stand at the altar with who they love…then surely, surely we can give everyone in this country a fair chance at that great American Dream.

Three Day Weekend - Staycation

Checked in to Kierland for a little lounging and a little Phoenix Cooks! to celebrate a big-wet-thank-God-you're-over kiss good-bye to Summer '12.

Walked from booth to booth, sampling some amazing dishes, then wine, then more food, then some cooking demonstrations, then a nap, then more food, cooking, day-drinking and napping until we moseyed into the saloon where, after a couple of margaritas, Shawn said my feet looked "dainty"

(there's a first for everything).

Finished off the day listening to a lass with stunning red hair play the bagpipe as the sun went down.