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Song Lyric Thursday – The 80’s


There is nothing like a little overwrought 80’s rock ballad to get the juices flowing. Who better than Bonnie Tyler? And what better choice than Holding out for a Hero*?

(jim steinman and dean pitchford)
Producer for bonnie: jim steinman

Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods? 
Wheres the street-wise hercules
To fight the rising odds? 
Isnt there a white knight upon a fiery steed? 
Late at night toss and turn and dream of what I need

(chorus)
I need a hero
Im holding out for a hero til the end of the night
Hes gotta be strong
And hes gotta be fast
And hes gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
Im holding out for a hero til the morning light
Hes gotta be sure
And its gotta be soon
And hes gotta be larger than life

Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy
Somewhere just beyond my reach
Theres someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
Its gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet

(chorus)

Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I would swear that theres someone somewhere
Watching me

Through the wind and the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach
Like the fire in my blood

 

 

(chorus)

*There are a multitude of YouTube videos of this to choose from but BabyD is partial to pretty boys with Rick Springfield style mullets. I saw this movie by the way with Michael Pared. Very overwrought as well.

Election Day 08


My daughter is just six but she has taken a curious interest in the presidential election, insisting on watching the news clips that her dad scans on his computer via a pundit site called TheZoo. She knows the names of the candidates and is sure that Obama will be the better president because 1) her parents thinks so and 2) John McCain looks grumpy and mean.

While we were in Iowa, she discovered that not everyone shares her parents’ political opinions.

“Mom, Nephew2 says that Orock Obama is going to steal our health care. I told him no he wouldn’t but he says yes.”

“Barack Obama will not be stealing our health care, honey. We are Canadians. And he can’t steal health care from Americans because most of them don’t have any to steal.”

Happily BabyD skipped off to inform her seven year old cousin that he was mistaken. 

Days later as we were in the limo on our way to Dad’s interment, Nephew2 felt it necessary to comment on the Obama yard signs we passed by shouting,

“Boobama! Boobama!”

BIL, his father, was in the front seat ignoring him but when questioned about his son’s right wing leanings he made a point of passing the buck.

“I didn’t teach him that. He learned it from Sean Hannity.”

Is it form of child abuse to allow your child to listen to Hannity?

For the rest of the week, BabyD fervently defended “Orock Obama” and Nephew2 just as admantly insisted that the health care of all America is in serious jeopardy. I guess this proves the old adage about not talking politics during family gatherings though I don’t think I have ever seen such young combatants in my life.

The First Sentence in Your Memoir is the Monday Meme


I am slogging away this week and until the 30th on my memoir which I am going to try to get published, but I can’t promise will ever see the light of day in the wider world. Immersed as I am, I will try to update you dear readers once a week as to my word count and progress.

Today, I would like to know how the first sentence (or paragraph, but please not the whole chapter) of your own memoir might read. Remember that your life has high and low points and has periods that are too boring for most people to be interested in, so it’s best to focus on time periods rather than whole lives. A life from beginning to present/end point are called “biographies” and as my husband reminded me – they are reserved for people who actually count in the historical record of the planet.

Therefore, pick a time period and begin. Here or at home with a link back.