Almost

Friday.
Yep, almost Friday.
Does any more need to be said?
Except I am glad
The weekend is about here
And I have enough money to buy
a cup o' joe at 7-11 in the mornin'
Thursday nights make you just
Feel the rush of
What is Friday...
Now a little I'd where I'd have happy feet
Dancing to back in the 80's. Still a catchy beat...
Almost Friday...

Just a...

Middle of the week thing. Was going to script about females wearing platform shoes again and also how stilettos are the accent to a pair of tight jeans. How something old is new again. How I use to don such high things on my feet--at least three inches and if I could handle four (which I did), I would. Back in the day, I considered anybody who wore flats--that is outside of tennis shoes- was a Grade A 100% loser.

See, I was going to write how I am so the biggest loser these days. How I now traipse around in flats-and I just don't mean tennis shoes-. Let's say I do wear a heel, it's about a half inch or if I'm a girl gone wild-it's a full inch. And even that's not all the time. I'd be so thrown out of the shoe-me club.

Ahh, I'd write how shoe times have changed. How I had a multitude of colors when it came to my Candies. How they were my casual shoe of choice at a time I drank beer for a quarter and wondered if a VCR would ever be a price I could afford.

Instead, I will say I downed my 74 ounces of water today and now cue up Bob Seger's classic, "Hollywood Nights."

Why?

'cause it's just a middle of a week thing.

It's Friday and World Still Moves...

Still in shock on Michael Jackson. Wow. A chapter of life ends. Yet, the world does go on. To cut to the chase--it still is Friday which means we need to cue up some music. Click on Michael Jackson's name to see my all time fave-O-rite dance tune of his.

Oh MAN! You talk about strut the stuff to this song! And for me, there was a particular guy, name Wayne--that --well, shook his groove thing just so EXCELLENT to this song. Even tho it was 30 years ago-a smile comes to the face. Don't Stop Until You Get Enough--so much truth there!

And another song I loved from all the Brothers who ask: Can You Feel It?

Always.

Rest Now, Michael. Rest

Tis Friday Eve!

As I pulled into my driveway tonight-a bit tired and sweat drenched from my bike & treadmill jaunt at the rec center, the radio began to play a song. Not really one of my all time favorites, yet brings up a memory from a time far, far away--basically, the '80's, in yester-century.

Ya know, big hair--on men and women, with alot of mousse and gel. In my case, I still held remnants of my jheri curl--just in different styles. I digress. Anyway, by 1986, I'd moved back to Iowa from my second (and so far, last) habitation in Kansas City. Yet, I still kept in touch with my KC Chum who had introduced me to crepes, Bloody Marys on a Sunday before lunch, and the Village People.

This particular time in 1986, my KC Chum, drove to visit me in Iowa. If I remember right, his car was about the size of the Love Boat. I was amazed it the 'ship' made the 250 miles, without a life raft nor Captain Stuebing! I digress again.

The whole point is: that weekend a wonderful time was had my all! Partied like it was 1999, and it was just 1986. And this song was one we danced to. When the DJ began to spin it at the bar, I recall my KC Chum jumped and announced must dance. And we did.

So every time I hear this song, even 23 years later, I smile. Forget about the senior rec center I belong to and put the trash by the curb and that bedtime is usually 10:30pm.

I smile about a time when 10:30pm was about the time I went out and STILL went to the work the next day. :) Let's cue up alittle Peter Gabriel on this Friday Eve--he's gonna tell us about some "Sledgehammer!"

Sunday Still...

IS the weekend! Hey, no work tomorrow and I am ALL over that!
Really need to put my laundry in the dryer and wash my dishes...
Why?
Or I could pet a cat, read a book and drink a cup o joe!
Like that a whole lot better.
Ya know, on this still the weekend, I think of folks that have come and gone in my life.
Even folks of recent times. Even folks that never knew me. Seasons change. And that's OK.
Memories never change.
And I smile
Like I smile a whole bunch because of music that conjurs up memories.
So I feel like savoring some more Rick Springfield and "Human Touch"
Somewhere along the way I saw this concert tour.
How more hot can somebody be?
Like I said Rick Springfiend ain't your daddy's AARP!
And now gotta get that cup o joe!
Enjoy the rest of still the weekend!