Hank Williams Jr.

Were you disappointed yesterday
when the post wasn't all about that hip-hop group
from when I was in high school?
I don't know if I even got their name right.
Boyz II Men?
Boyz 2 Men?
Something like that.
Maybe I should start naming every post
by the name of somebody famous about whom
I have absolutely nothing to say.
Like Boyz 2 Men.
Or Joni Mitchell.
Or Levi Strauss.

Okay...this is the second day that I have taken
this little white innocent-looking pill that is
simply supposed to make nasal congestion a thing of the past.
I think this will be the last day I ever take one of those
things unless I am on my way to some kind of sleep study.
Or Rip Van Winkle reenactment.
I don't think I would be as sleepy if I had taken
an actual sleeping pill. Yesterday I kept excusing
the pill, not blaming the little white innocent-looking pill
because I had had a long, busy weekend and then
Monday morning we had that field trip and I didn't really get
home to collapse until nine thirty Monday night
--so it made sense that I might be tired.
But today I know.
Oh, I know.
I've got your number,
little white innocent-looking pill.

So, my #1 goal for today,
my MIT (most important thing),
is staying awake.
Stayin' awake.
hi-hi-hi-hi stayin' awaaaaaaaaaaaaaake.
And yes, I am singing the BeeGees.

I daily read a blog of a Bee Gee lover,
and I feel like I've been disconnected from something.
I haven't been able to read her blog since she
got a new puppy (unless I want to go through a long
and annoying wrestling match with my stupid computer).
So I don't know what's going on with that person
....who I don't even know....But I feel confident that
even though I am not taking daily glimpses into her life,
she is still loving the BeeGees.

I also recently discovered
that my very good lovely friend Mrs. Marathon
is also a BeeGees fan.
I have to admit that I was a bit shocked
to have this bit of information
revealed to me. I might never have known it had I not been
with both Mrs. Marathon and her sister
when a Bee Gees song started playing
in the store we were at and the sister
of Mrs. Marathon started revealing the deep, dark
family secrets. Like this: Mrs. Marathon even had
posters of the Bee Gees on her walls.
Now....both Mrs. Marathon and the aforementioned Blogger
(whose blog I am missing) are like ten years older
than me. So maybe something happened in that ten year
period of time, some reconfiguring in the
creation department, to make females have
a completely different chemical make up,
I'm talking like a change on the DNA level,
because I would have to be changed that much
to think that any of those Bee Gee guys was attractive.
It just kind of makes my face squinch up when I try to
understand that. They are so hairy. And pale.
Those twins
(are they twins? the two smaller ones?)
just kind of scare me.
And their clothes---my goodness.
I know it was the 70's...but I just
can't get past their clothes.

I have another friend who is the same age as these
two women and she made a different choice.
It wasn't like the Bee Gees were the only option.
I know that she was a big T.G. Shepherd fan.
Wait--was it T.G. or T.J.?
He was a singer. From the 1970's.
"Hey...won't you play....another somebody done somebody wrong song....and let me be alone....while I miss my baby....while I miss my baby..."
Okay. I looked it up.
It's B.J. Thomas.
Not T.G. Shepherd.
In my defense, there was a T.G. Shepherd.
He sang that "there's only one Mona Lisa" song.
I just looked it up.
He really thought he was the ladies man,
didn't he? That T.G. Shepherd.
Him and his perm and his acid washed jean jacket.

And can I just say right here that I love youtube.
I do. Google is good for finding information and stuff,
but being the deep and intellectual person that I am,
I find youtube to be the place I go.
To see everything from the boys from Kings of Leon singing an old gospel song with their mother to my favorite scenes from thirtysomething.
Or who T.G. Shepherd was.

And of course there's this:





Lloyd Dobbler recently exposed my children to this mnah-mnah song. And if one person utters those words anywhere under our roof, the rest of us have that song stuck in our heads for the rest of the day! We have sang it together so many times...but it's when it sneaks into our suppers and tries to break out in the middle of serious school work that I just wish I could choke that hairy little muppet.....

Mnah-mnah.

Have a good day, Dear Reader.

And stay awake.