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Vacation! The 80’s ROCK!

Thanks, Kathy! *insert sarcastic tone* One of the prompts this week over at Mama Kat’s Writers’ Workshop is . . . VACATION. Ever since I read the email I’ve been hearing this song in my head. I graduated from high school in 1984 (Go, Defenders!) and LOVED the GoGos. Not as much as Prince, but I loved them. Start this at :44.

Doesn’t that feel great? Don’t you feel like you can go out and do anything? The 80’s: best music, best movies . . . and really scary hair and fashion. Thank God we didn’t have the internet then! There are very few pictures of me with my girl-mullet and miniskirts. We called the cut a bi-level and thought we looked like Pat Benatar. I still know all the words to her songs. And honey, I could rock a miniskirt. I weighed about 110 then. Nowadays I’d most likely use the same piece of fabric for a sock bun.

Back then the purpose of a vacation was meeting guys and getting a tan. I “laid out in the sun” (an activity that is nearly at the level of IV drug abuse these days) with baby oil and iodine. We didn’t have “sunscreen”. We had “tanning lotion”. Of course that’s why I’m still fighting my last bits of sun damage with Nerium – but it felt great! I saw concerts before Ticketmaster existed. I sat overnight with wet hair for Rolling Stones tickets! Sadly, it was the 1981 tour and it sucked. I went to the RUSH Moving Pictures concert in Rupp with someone else, never knowing that my husband-to-be was in the audience, too. I got thrown up on at the Stones show (I blame the sharply angled seats at Rupp), got a contact high at a Moody Blues concert (don’t ask – really), and saw Adam Ant at Memorial Coliseum. A friend of mine even got the artist to sign his painting! Then another guy dressed up as Adam Ant, kind of as a joke, for the school mascot tryouts. We had a burly cartoon guy with leather fringe (kind of Davy Crockett meets Hulk Hogan) as the “Defender” on, um, I guess orientation packets and things. But since the guy wearing the Adam Ant costume had a leather jacket with fringe and no one in charge had any idea who Adam Ant was we were extremely cool for one year. The guy was one of those seniors who actually graduated. Some stayed longer because it was so much fun 🙂

I totally can’t dance, but for many years I thought I could because in the 80’s all people had to do was hop up and down. Flinging you hair around got bonus points (male or female). Slam-dancing was a big thing, and I patched up a few friends after injuries. I was also the person who would pierce people’s ears if they wanted. It was usually guys, but sometimes a girl would want another piercing. This was before people started piercing naughty bits, mind you. I only did ears! The worst? A huge football player that ended up playing for the Bengals briefly. I thought he was going to pass out on my feet and break my toes. Thankfully there were some other really big guys there to hold him up.

I even got called in early to work one Saturday because I’d pierced the assistant manager’s ear at a party the night before and he’d changed his mind. The fact that it was a 2-inch long white glittery spiral may have had something to do with it, but they were the only earrings I had on my at the time. I work with what I have! These experiences are probably what led me to check the “College of Nursing” box on my UK application. That and the fact that Physics made my brain hurt.

Thanks for letting me reminisce. Please drop by Kathy’s place and see what inspired everyone else this week. I’m betting I’m the only one with a GoGos video 😉

Antici . . . pation

Antici . . . pation
What does that word bring to mind? A old ketchup commercial? A scene in The Rocky Horror Picture Show? If you’re too young for either of those references that’s a shame, since the commercials were just adorable and I will still remember lines from Rocky Horror when I’m 95 and in a nursing home. Of course, so will everyone else my age, so we will all get together on Wednesday afternoons and dance the Time Warp (there’s a mental image I won’t be able to get out of my head today). We’ll bring hot dogs and toast and playing cards. Honestly, am I the only one who can’t see Susan Sarandon or Tim Curry without visualizing them in corsets and full makeup?
Am I the only one who went to so many midnight showings on Saturday nights that the odds eventually caught up with me and I showed up once for Sunday School without remembering to remove all my makeup? Thankfully, though, one of the guys in the crowd I ran with was in the same Sunday School class and he hadn’t gotten all his makeup off, either, which was MUCH more disturbing to our teacher. I’m sure she’s still praying for both of us, and I’m sure we both still need it. Thank you, Connie! BUT I DIGRESS.
This is a post about anticipation . . . patience . . . waiting for the right time. Hang with me here, and I will explain the value of patience. Patience is so VERY important, especially when you are trying to be frugal! Where am I going with this? To the kitchen – my kitchen – my new kitchen, which has been a long time comin’.

(view from the living room)

We’d lived in this house 14 years before we’d been able to do any major renovations. There was crisis after crisis, and only the most urgent things got taken care of. Two trees fell on the house, so we got a new roof; the hot water heater died, the back bathroom water pipes froze and burst – you know how it goes. But one spring I went with my friend Lisa to a going-out-of-business sale at a granite showroom. We had recently turned a “screened porch enclosed and turned into a den” into our beautiful new dining room, learning how to tile a floor in the process, so I was starting to think a new kitchen might just be a possibility. OK, you have to visualize this granite sale. The two young guys hosting (let’s call them Rocky and Bullwinkle) were personable Asian guys whose command of the English language was limited to the phrases “cash only”, “no sales tax”, and “we no deliver – you pick up”. They also wore Naugahyde jackets and smiled too much. The prices were so outrageously low I knew I had to buy some granite and get it out of there before the authorities showed up. I also knew there was no way I could afford granite any other way, so I made it happen. It involved some fast thinking, fast talking, and a lot of risk-taking, but I ended up with a lot of beautiful granite leaning up against a wall in my house. Enter Mark, my next door neighbor’s cousin, who is trained as a master carpenter. He’s one of those people who can fix anything, build nearly anything, and is generally a person you really need in your life. He also can’t hold a job because he has a problem with authority, he’s on probation for something I really don’t want to know the details about, and looks like someone you’d cross the street to avoid encountering. I asked Mark to come over and discuss the possibility of building a new kitchen. Not remodeling my current kitchen, but building a new one in what was our old dining room, which would allow me to turn our old kitchen into a pantry / laundry room.

(view FROM the pantry/laundry room)

We sat down and sketched out a plan on Derby Day (the first Saturday in May if you don’t live in Kentuckiana) and then I didn’t see him again until the end of July. But then he got started and worked steadily for several weeks. He custom built my cabinets in our garage from Indonesian birch, we discussed details about the kitchen layout ad nauseum, and he humored me in many decisions he very obviously thought were wrong. He agreed to stain the cabinets black, which he knew I would hate (I love them), and he built my indoor window box herb garden perfectly while never for a moment understanding what it was. He came up with fabulous ideas (pull-out shelves for all my Pampered Chef stuff, adjustable shelves for my bazillion spices)

while napping in a lawn chair in my backyard. And I was cool with that. Occasionally, he would “get a job” and be obligated to spend most of his day somewhere else. I told him I was fine with this, to take his time and work me in when he could – no hurry. The jobs never lasted long. Someone would accuse him of being lazy or dishonest and he would walk out. I was patient. Yes, I know that’s a surprise for those of you who know me well, but I was! I knew Mark was the person who could best do what I needed, so I held my tongue and waited. Fast forward to today. Mark has finished everything (although I think I may still want some pot lights installed) and today Michael and I finished the tile back splash (I love to tile!) and hung my “ebay bargain” roman shades. The moral of this story: Remodeling an existing kitchen costs at least $50,000 (for a small kitchen). We built a new kitchen, never went a day without a usable kitchen, just had to be patient, and we paid $10,000. Custom built cabinets, granite counter tops, tiled back splash, textured walls. Wait for the sale, wait for the coupon, be patient with the contractor, think it all through before you do it, do what you can yourself. In the end, you will appreciate it all the more! 2009 has been “The Year of Learning To Be Patient” for me, and I wish all its blessings on all of you! Looking for more frugal tips? Visit The Thrifty Home every Wednesday for the Penny Pinching Party, there’s much to be learned!

Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn . . .

I haven’t joined in Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop in a while, but one of this week’s posts really spoke to me. No, it rapped to me. The second I read the prompt (Verse by verse, dissect a favorite song you had in seventh grade) this song started playing in my head. For anyone who graduated from high at any point during the eighties, you KNOW this song – admit it! For those of you who are a bit older or younger than that, this was the first mainstream Rap hit, which explains why even a nerdy white Kentucky girl like me played the album til it was flat worn out. I still remember most of the words, even though I have to look up my own cell phone number. I’m not actually going to dissect this verse by verse, because the joy is in reading the lyrics (very shocking and cutting edge back then – my mother was appalled) and appreciating their innocence. No police officers are gunned down in this song, no girlfriends beaten or raped, no drugs used. One of the rappers complains about his friend’s mother’s cooking skills, and another says he’ll steal Lois Lane away from Superman. Pardon me, I need to go dance around the house while “rapping” and embarrass my children.

Sugarhill Gang ~ Rapper’s Delight

i said a hip hop

the hippie the hippie

to the hip hip hop,

a you dont stop the rock it to the bang bang boogie,

say up jumped the boogie

to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat

now what you hear is not a test–i’m rappin to the beat

and me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet

see i am wonder mike and i like to say hello

to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow

but first i gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie

say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie

let’s rock, you dont stop

rock the riddle that will make your body rock

well so far you’ve heard my voice but i brought two friends along

and next on the mike is my man hank

come on, hank, sing that song

check it out, i’m the c-a-s-an-the-o-v-a

and the rest is f-l-y

ya see i go by the code of the doctor of the mix

and these reasons i’ll tell ya why

ya see i’m six foot one and i’m tons of fun

and i dress to a T

ya see i got more clothes than muhammad ali and i dress so viciously

i got bodyguards, i got two big cars

that definitely ain’t the wack

i got a lincoln continental and a sunroof cadillac

so after school, i take a dip in the pool which really is on the wall

i got a color tv so i can see the knicks play basketball

hear me talkin bout checkbooks, credit cards

more money than a sucker could ever spend

but i wouldnt give a sucker or a bum from the rucker

not a dime till i made it again

everybody go, hotel motel what you’re gonna do today (say what)

cause i’m going to get a fly girl, gonna get some spanking drive off off in a fresh oj.

everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn
say if your girl starts actin up, then you take her friend

master g, my mellow

its on you so what you gonna do

well it’s on n on n on on n on

the beat dont stop until the break of dawn i said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e

i said i go by the unforgettable name

of the man they call the master gee

well, my name is known all over the world

by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls

i’m goin down in history

as the baddest rapper there ever could be

now i’m feelin the highs and ya feelin the lows

the beat starts gettin into your toes

ya start poppin ya fingers and stompin your feet

and movin your body while youre sittin in your seat

and the damn ya start doin the freak

i said damn, right outta your seat

then ya throw your hands high in the air

ya rockin to the rhythm, shake your derriere

ya rockin to the beat without a care

with the sureshot m.c.s for the affair

now, im not as tall as the rest of the gang

but i rap to the beat just the same

i dot a little face and a pair of brown eyes

all im here to do ladies is hypnotize

singin on n n on n on n on

the beat dont stop until the break of dawn

singin on n n on n on on n on

like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie

pop da pop pop ya dont dare stop

come alive yall gimme what ya got

i guess by now you can take a hunch

and find that i am the baby of the bunch

but that’s okay i still keep in stride

cause all i’m here to do is just wiggle your behind

singin on n n on n on n onthe beat dont stop until the break of dawn

singin on n n on n on on n onrock rock yall throw it on the floor

im gonna freak ya here im gonna feak ya thereim gonna move you outta this atmosphere

cause im one of a kind and ill shock your mind

ill put t-n-t in your behind

i said 1-2-3-4, come on girls get on the floora-come alive, yall a-gimme what ya got

cause im guaranteed to make you rock

i said 1-2-3-4 tell me wonder mike what are you waitin for?

i said hip hop the hippie to the hippie the hip hip hop, a you dont stop the rock it

to the bang bang the boogie say up jumped the boogie

to the rhythm of the boogie the beat

skiddlee beebop a we rock a scoobie doo

and guess what america we love you cause ya rocked and a rolled with so much soul

you could rock till you’re a hundred and one years old

i dont mean to brag i don’t mean to boast

but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast

rock it up a baby bubbahbaby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang da boogie

to the beat beat, its so unique

come on everybody and dance to the beat

a hip hop the hippie the hippie to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop

rock it rock it out baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang

the boogie to the boogie da beat

i said i cant wait til the end of the week

when im rappin to the rhythm of a groovy beat and attempt to raise your body heat

just blow your mind so that you can’t speak

and do a thing bout a rock and shuffle your feet

and let it change up to a dance called the freak

and when ya finally do come in to your rhythmic beat

rest a little while so ya don’t get weak

i know a man named hank he has more rhymes than a serious bank

so come on hank sing that song

to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong

well, im imp the dimp the ladies pimp

the women fight for my delight

but im the grandmaster with the three mc’s

that shock the house for the young ladies

and when you come inside, into the front

you do the freak, spank, and do the bump

and when the sucker mc’s try to prove a point

we’re treacherous trio, we’re the serious joint

a from sun to sun and from day to day

i sit down and write a brand new rhyme

because they say that miracles never cease

i’ve created a devastating masterpiece

i’m gonna rock the mike till you cant resist

everybody, i say it goes like this

well i was comin home late one dark afternoon

a reporter stopped me for a interview

she said she’s heard stories and she’s heard fables

that i’m vicious on the mike and the turntable

this young reporter i did adoreso i rocked some vicious rhymes like i never did before

she said damn fly guy im in love with you

the casanova legend must have been truei said by the way baby what’s your name

said i go by the name of lois lane

and you could be my boyfriend you surely can

just let me quit my boyfriend called superman

i said he’s a fairy i do suppose

flyin through the air in pantyhose

he may be very sexy or even cute

but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit

i said you need a man who’s got finesse

and his whole name across his chest

he may be able to fly all through the night

but can he rock a party til the early light

he cant satisfy you with his little worm

but i can bust you out with my super sperm

i go do it, i go do it, i go do it, do it , do it

an i’m here an i’m there i’m big bang hank, im everywhere

just throw your hands up in the air

and party hardy like you just dont care

let’s do it don’t stop yall a tick a tock yall you don’t stop

go hotel motel what you gonna do today (say what)

im gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def oj

everybody go hotel motel holiday inn

you say if your girl starts actin up then you take her friend

i say skip, dive, what can i say

i can’t fit em all inside my oj

so i just take half and bust them out

i give the rest to master gee so he could shock the house

it was twelve o’clock one friday night

i was rockin to the beat and feelin all right everybody was dancin on the floor

doin all the things they never did before

and then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean

she came into the bar, she came into the scene

she traveled deeper inside the roomall the fellas checked out her white sassoons

she came up to the table, looked into my eyes

then she turned around and shook her behind

so i said to myself, its time for me to release

my vicious rhyme i call my masterpiece and now people in the house this is just for you

a little rap to make you boogaloo

now the group ya hear is called phase two

and let me tell ya somethin we’re a hell of a crew

once a week we’re on the street

just a-cuttin’ the jams and making it free

for you to party ya got to have the moves

so we’ll get right down and give you the groove

for you to dance you gotta get hype

so we’ll get right down for you tonight

now the system’s on and the girls are there

ya definitely have a rockin affair but let me tell ya somethin there’s still one fact

and to have a party ya got to have a rap

so when the party’s over you’re makin it home and tryin to sleep before the break of dawn

and while ya sleepin ya start to dream

and thinkin how ya danced on the disco scene

my name appears in your mindyeah, a name you know that was right on time

it was phase two just a doin a do

rockin ya down cause ya know we could

to the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak

come alive girls get on your feet

to the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat

to the double beat beat that it makes ya freak

to the rhythm of the beat that says ya go on

on n on into the break of dawn

now i got a man comin on right now

he’s guaranteed to throw down

he goes by the name of wonder mike

come on wonder mike do what ya like

i say a can of beer that’s sweeter than honey

like a millionaire that has no money

like a rainy day that is not wet

like a gamblin fiend that does not bet

like dracula with out his fangs

like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang

like collard greens that dont taste good

like a tree that’s not made out of wood

like goin up and not comin down

is just like the beat without the sound no sound

to the beat beat, ya do the freak

everybody just rock and dance to the beat

have you ever went over a friends house to eat

and the food just ain’t no goodi mean the macaroni’s soggy the peas are mushy

and the chicken tastes like wood

so you try to play it off like you think you can

by sayin that youre full

and then your friend says momma he’s just being polite

he ain’t finished uh uh that’s bull

so your heart starts pumpin and you think of a lie

and you say that you already ate

and your friend says man there’s plenty of food

so you pile some more on your plate

while the stinky foods steamin your mind starts to dreamin

of the moment that it’s time to leave

and then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly runnin

into something that looks like cheese

oh so you say that’s it i got to leave this place

i dont care what these people thinkim just sittin here makin myself nauseous

with this ugly food that stinks

so you bust out the door while its still closed

still sick from the food you ate

and then you run to the store for quick relief

from a bottle of kaopectateand then you call your friend two weeks later

to see how he has been

and he says i understand about the food

baby bubbah but we’re still friends

with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie

the hip hip a hop a you don’t stop the rockin

to the bang bang boogie

say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie the beat

i say hank can ya rock can ya rock to the rhythm that just don’t stop

can ya hip me to the shoobie dooi said come on make the make the people move

i go to the halls and then ring the bell

because i am the man with the clientele

and if ya ask me why i rock so wella big bang, i got clientele

and from the time i was only six years old

i never forgot what i was told

it was the best advice that i ever had

it came from my wise dear old dad

he said sit down punk i wanna talk to you

and don’t say a word until im through

now there’s a time to laugh a time to cry

a time to live and a time to diea time to break and a time to chill

to act civilized or act real ill

but whatever ya do in your lifetime

ya never let a mc steal your rhyme

so from six to six til this very day

ill always remember what he had to say

so when the sucker mc’s try to chump my style

i let them know that i’m versatile

i got style finesse and a little black book

that’s filled with rhymes and i know you wanna look

but the thing that separates you from me

and that’s called originality

because my rhymes are on from what you heard

i didnt even bite and not a go word

and i say a little more later on tonight

so the suker mc’s can bite all night

a tick a tock yall a beat beat yall

a lets rock yall ya don’t stop

ya go hotel motel whatcha gonna do today (say what)

ya say im gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin

drive off in a def oj

everybody go hotel motel holiday inn

ya say if your girl starts actin up then you take her friend

sa like that yall to the beat yall

beat beat yall ya don’t stop

a master gee my mellow

its on you so whatcha gonna do

well like johnny carson on the late show

a like frankie croker in stereo

well like the barkay’s singin holy ghost

the sounds to throw down they’re played the most its like my man captain sky

whose name he earned with his super sperm

we rock and we don’t stop

get off yall im here to give you whatcha got

to the beat that it makes you freak

and come alive girl get on your feet

a like a perry mason without a case

like farrah fawcett without her face like the barkays on the mike

like gettin right down for you tonight

like movin your body so ya dont know how

right to the rhythm and throw down like comin alive to the master gee

the brother who rocks so viciously

i said the age of one my life begun

at the age of two i was doin the doat the age of three it was you and me

rockin to the sounds of the master geeat the age of four i was on the floor

givin all the freaks what they bargained for

at the age of five i didnt take no jive

with the master gee its all the way live

at the age of six i was a pickin up sticks

rappin to the beat my stick was fixed

at the age of seven i was rockin in heaven don’tcha know i went off

i gotta run on down to the beat you see

gettin right on down makin all the girls

just take of their clothes to the beat the beat

to the double beat beat that makes you freak

at the age of eight i was really great

cause every night you see i had a date

at the age of nine i was right on time

cause every night i had a party rhyme

goin on n n on n on on n on

the beat dont stop until the break of dawn

a sayin on n n on n on on n on…like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop

a saying on n n on n on on n on

cause i’m a helluva man when i’m on the mike

i am the definite feast delight

cause i’m a helluva man when i’m on the mike

i am the definite feast delight

i’m a helluva man when i’m on the mike

i am the definate feast delight

come to the master gee you see

the brother who rocks so viciously

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