my buttocks are looking oh so flabby today
i overheard her say
at the coffee shop yesterday
she was lamenting to her friend
that she’d gained weight in her rear end
she feared her gluteous maximus
was losing it attractiveness
so i leaned over to her table
and said excuse me lady, don’t you know…
everybody’s buttocks are beautiful
no matter the shape or size
everybody’s buttocks are beautiful
in God’s eyes
she replied from her pie, skinny ma’am please get real
you don’t know how i feel
you probably got buns of steel
i said, oh no — quite to the contraire
i’ve not been exercising my derriere
my fanny is a little flat
but why would i worry ’bout that?
i know what really matters
is the beauty here in my heart, and…
everybody’s buttocks are beautiful, etc.
then her friend said, i agree
your butt is a beautiful sight to see
made of grace and made of love
a golden gift from God above
if it’s big, medium, little
hard as rock or gotta lotta jiggle
your heinie’s fine as fine can be
so shake your booty down with me…
then we all got up
and danced, and sang
everybody’s buttocks are beautiful, etc.
~~ (rear) end of lyric.
A new offering for my next Open Mike, towards my longer-term goal of a 1-hour show of my favorite original tunes.
O.M.s are a hoot!! In fact, I think they were first called hootenannies. Usually you get to play 3 tunes, but sometimes a couple more if not a lot of performers show up.
Posted with love, by Jannie
P.S. When I started that index card months ago, 4 of those songs were still not finished, so — yay me for my progress!
I am SO EXCITED!!! that a recent lyric manifestation has evolved one of my songs to this…
“LOVE IS THE ANSWER”
i suppose i could get mad but that would feel bad so i will keep it chill
i will choose to be the peace i wish i could see, yes i will
i realize i must be growing wise
’cause in the thoughts i think and do and say to me and say to you i see…
love is the answer
love is the dancer light on its feet
twirling so sweet
love is the answer to why we are here
you could be somebody else but why not be yourself, born so you could shine
do the things you like to do and be nice to you, all of the time
drink up the stars, happy to be who you are
and if you’re ever searching i’ll be hoping you are learning from your heart…
i believe in having fun and doing as i’d have done, spinning as i go
i believe a holy plan too good to understand is running the show
’round and ’round and ’round, seeking i have found
everything’s a blessing or a lesson and in questioning, i see…
~~ end of lyric.
I was never 100% happy with the lyric, and it lay fallow for over a year, until last week when the verses started magically rewriting themselves. Glad I had not done the “Final Recording.” Plus, my singing voice is so much better now!
I hope to be back in the studio in a few months to continue recording my 2nd 12 songs, whooohoooooo.
My wonderful friends, as I post this we are in Dallas for another gymnastics meet, she competes tomorrow.
Don’t ya just LOVE her new competition leotard?!! Even more stunning than last year’s, which was a hard one to top.
And what an amazing gymnast she is! Been at it for quite a few years as you probably know.
Hoping you will laugh / have laughed much today. And wishing you a super Valentine’s Day!
P.S. More photos from this meet in comments!!
P.S.S.[edit Feb. 27, 2015] All lyrics subject to sudden and inexplicable tweaking by The Songwriter, me.
she is a married lady in love with a married man
they are together now daily, you see them holding hands
she writes him cards and letters, he writes her beautiful poems
she packs her wedding dress away and makes their house into a home
married lady with shiny pots and pans
brand new china and decorating plans
she is a married lady doing her best each day
with two little boys and a baby, one more on the way
tricycles turn to bicycles, bicycles turn to cars
she sees those babies fly, spread their wings to the stars
married lady with wash on the line
she’s cooking and cleaning all of the time
everyone who meets her, they all agree nobody is sweeter
she is a special kind of rose that only grows in the springtime
i will never know another
quite as nice as this beautiful lady — she’s my mother
(8 bar bridge of CSNY-esque harmonies)
she is a married lady still in love with that man
now they have three grand babies and she still has decorating plans
fifty-five years gone by now, they’ve been side by side
he’s still writing poems, she still looks like a bride
married lady, her name is Mim
i do appreciate she married him
married lady, the very best lady i know
she is a married lady
in love with a married man…
~~ end of lyric.
Mom and Dad — August 20th, 1959.
So, I wrote that song for Mom, eh, and sang and played it on guitar at her and Dad’s 55th wedding anniversary party this past summer. Cousin Helen took some pix of me presenting it, I’ll have to ask her for those.
As the party danced on, Mom and Sister Rosie treated us to dueling harmonicas.
That’s Dad to Mom’s left.
Earlier we gathered outside.
as to the first photo in this post… about a week ago Kelly conceptualized, set up and took that photo for her Instagram photography account.
(fyi, she just reached 23K followers on her gymnastics Instagram account!)
But back to this story…
I added my pack of Christmas cards to the mix and took the following… (with not such a good camera as Kelly’s)
(If I still had my working photoshop I’d ‘ve made those art residue stains on the table disappear.) Alas, I’ve been technically-sideswiped again by the Universe.
It’s all good tho, eh?
I’ll soon be sending one of those cards to cousin Helen and other dear ones up in Canada Land.
As per the above lyric — true, Mom loves to decorate and redecorate, has ever since I’ve known her. She’s got that special touch.
Here’s the interior of that little porch she and Dad added to their beach cottage a few years ago…
Mind you, Jim, Kelly and I only had THREE days to visit with my side of the family this summer, so running around snapping House & Style photos was not on my mind as much as communing with real humans, and photographing them.
I like the cottage. They bought it in 1979.
Dad’s Christmas pressie from us this year is a framed photo of the 3 grand-babies on the beach.
Mom’s present is an old Wedgwood “Jasper Blue” bowl that’s in this box I wrapped yesterday…
Jim bought the blue bowl and an identical “rosewood” tinted one at a yard sale a few months ago.
Mom loves blue dishes and I rose, so there we go!
My bowl is currently upside-down, used as a shell stand, as you can see.
But here’s how it would probably look if a Normal Person owned it ….
(fyi, that’s not spider poop on my shelf — it’s golden sparkles from a votive candle that was sitting there before I snapped the pix.)
Yesterday Kelly chose the following card for Nanny & Poppy…
That’s a shot she took, trying out her new-used Fuji Finepix.
And today — Monday Dec. 8th, 2014 I set out those and other pressies to Canada in my shipping bin, along with my eBay parcels…
So AWESOME I don’t even have to go to the Post Office to mail Internationally! All done online, with labels and customs forms printed out at home, cool!
I’ll be sure to tell Mom & Dad not to look at my blog until after Christmas so their pressies will stay a surprise!
And I’m sure I’ll be posting here again before Christmas. Been writing poems lately! Well, 1 or 3. Edit — Nope, more posting didn’t happen.
Posted with love and wonderment,
i see an old man with a long white beard slowly walking
shufflin,’ shufflin’ across the street, ragged shoes on his feet
where is he going all alone tonight?
i wonder as i wait in my car at the red light
homeless man, i see you there
with your albert einstein hair
are you going to a cardboard castle somewhere?
the trench coat he’s wearing is brown and wrinkled like columbo’s
maybe he’s really some kind of spy, like, with the fbi
maybe he’s an alien sent from outer space
does he think his own planet is a nicer place?
homeless man, where do you go
when autumn winds begin to blow?
where do you sleep when streets are covered with snow?
take this dollar
from my hand…
i hear him singing handel’s alleluia as he makes it to the corner
sounds a lot like nat king cole, yeah he’s singing from his soul
then he turns around, opens his cardboard sign
i laugh ’cause it says “her lawyer was better than mine”
homeless man, thanks for the smile
and your happy hippie hobo style
maybe next time I’ll stop and sing for a while
and God bless you too
~~ a new tune of mine born about 10 blocks north of where that first photo (by Gregg Klar) was taken.
(That’s the Texas State Capital in the distance, in case you didn’t know.)
I thank Kelly for pointing out that the song initially seemed to “drag on and on”, prompting me to slice the verses from 16 bars to 12. Thanks, Kelly! Sometimes less is more…
The second photo is by Steve’s Digicams.
And that’s pretty-much that for this!
Posted by Jannie for the occasion of this magic moment.
P.S. 1 more pic of our beautiful downtown, by Frink’s Photography.
Kelly actually had the great fortune of attending 1st through 4th grade at a small Montessori school at the edge of that big park!
I loves me some Austin, Texas!!
P.P.S. Unrelatedly… every month I plan to feature 7 Friends in my sidebar, those first 7 some of my very earliest blogging buddies, been friends now for 6 years.
NOVEMBER FRIENDS OF THE MONTH WERE…
Build a song on
foundations of rock
jazz blues & soul.
frame it with
guitar sky open
to the moon.
plant grass all
around and hear
how all grows
from the flow
of your soul
to the stars
Is that 55? Words, I mean? I DO know it’s Friday!!
And that some angel will buy that amp from me on eBay soon.
Sorry amp pic is a bit fuzzy — Blue Bunny’s been into his cups again.
P.S. I still have comments to answer and blogs to read — and I will!!