Goodnight Sweet Prince

      I have been thinking long and hard about what to say about this wisp of a man. This Prince of music.
      This Purple reign of his. The master of privacy, and a tightrope walker between male and female, magic.
      Yes, that is what I know for sure, he is magic.
       Decades of music, that speaks to the masses.
       Lyrics, that I hope you look at again, tell stories like the poet that he is.
  
       Little Red Corvette is not about a car at all!
       Entertaining, fascinating, watching us watch him.

      His small frame of passion, preaching Jesus and Sex, and all the drama between.

      My heart is so heavy, and thankful we had him, and will continue to have him, for generations to come.
      Maybe the next group will have a Prince, I sure hope so.
      They come around , not so often.
      And they leave early, with us wanting more.

      He is Magic, and I will forever take a cup of that! Fill me up, you Purple giant.
      Enjoy the journey, taking with you so much love.
      

I Can See Clearly, At Least Out of One Eye.

        The cardiologist that I saw last week, for a surgery pre-op, told me that the reason I had cataracts so early ( I already liked him!) were probably due to working in Radiology and Cardiovascular lab for nearly ten years. All the radiation of my youth, had come back to cloud my vision. I explained to him, I would not change a thing, having loved all my early working years at a teaching hospital. AND I added, there were many interns and residence doctors in our halls of medicine.
       So on Tuesday I had my first operation to see clearly. A very simple operation, with a big outcome. I just had a very giant problem with the process of preparing. I could not wear any makeup for four days!! I had full makeup on in labor, how was this going to happen. I expressed my concerns, to which HE (eye doctor) did not have a clue to my problem. I asked if I could even wear lipstick, and again he looked at me funny. I have worn makeup since I was twelve. Its a part of my life, in a big way. My routine, is all about getting fixed up!! So on the day of surgery, I took a bath, washed my hair, and stood in the bathroom. NOW WHAT?? I could not even wear perfume or hairspray, no lotion, no jewelry, I may have started to shake.
   However I survived and asked the nurse in recovery room to go get my purse from my husband, ( another thing I like to have near) so I can at least put on some lipstick!! She poo-poo'd my request." It makes me feel better, and that should be part of your job, " I was thinking that, but the Michael Jackson juice was still flowing through me a tad, I surrendered  to the autopsy look of paleness and regret.
    The next day I had to go to the followup appointment, I had makeup on one side of my face, and a little blush on the paper tape holding the big hunker of an eye patch. My other eye doctor, SHE ( just saying) hollered and thought I was brilliant, and shinning! Even if it were not true, I felt so much better. Is that vain, or just being a girly girl. I don't care, I like to look nice, and it requires a hefty American Express bill.
   I still cannot wear eye makeup this week, because the other eye is coming up soon, and I don't want to mess up the doctors brilliant work, so I follow the rules.. Lucky for me I wear glasses, so it is not so clear, but I know. My eye lashes don't bat the same way!! I feel naked, never do I need to feel the freedom of no cosmetics.
   I can see clearly, out of one eye, that I may have a serious addiction problem. ( addiction of all kinds runs in my family) I now have several eye drops, and I wanted to put them in a cute bag, so I went upstairs to my many makeup bags, and began to empty one out. Forty tubes of lipstick rolled all over the sink counter, I laughed so hard, and then thought, this is serious. One, I was so excited to find all of this lipstick, I had forgot about this bag. Second, I rounded up the tubes so fast, you would have thought it was crack cocaine! Not everyone needs to know all of my secrets!! ( then why do you have a blog Bonnie? computer is talking to me)
   My tools of beauty may be on a long time out, but I know they are near.
   I can see Clearly, and sometimes that is an EYE OPENER!

Angst And A Green Bean

      Very few, if any, will understand the amazing title of this blog.

      It is not important for us to understand everything.
      You can imagine all kinds of meanings, you are free to think out loud.

      If you are like me, and have the best friends in the world, no explanation is needed.

      It was a moment in time, and the title just spoke volumes.

      I will let you know this about me, I am not a thin person. I have been curvy all my life.
      It is my glorious body, and I have never had just one green bean.

      Enough, its just a wonderful title, enjoy it!

      Now for a few Sunday thoughts, I love Bonnie Raitt.
      My hubs, Dr. B., thinks that it is warm outside and I am freezing. I agree that it is sunny, but my bones are cold! I need it to be 80 degrees in the morning. Surely by now, after so many years, he knows this.
      AND I need to clean the back porch from all the pollen, but I have been waiting for warm weather!!
      Today may be the day, may be?

     About my friends.....If I look back over the 8 years of this blog....I would be willing to bet that there are many times I have used the word friends. I love them.
     Last night we celebrated a big birthday of one of our own.
     We all have shared so much, heartache and happiness. Laughing all the way.
      All of my life, I have held tight to my friends, and they are people that I hope you know.
      Childhood friends, school friends, work friends, neighborhood friends, church friends, far away friends and up close friends. I have a village that has molded me, honored me, and cried with me. Jane, Susan,Allison, Maria, Natty, Laura, Gemma, Kathi, Karen, Lynne, Malia, BA, Kaye, Vicki, Harriett, Dianne, and that is just a sprinkling. I could not mention them all, and their significant others, sometimes they travel in twos, or a herd.  We are connected by "It" this cord that remains long and stretching for years, months or days with or without seeing each other.  We are a crew, of stories true and embellished. Photos, in the vault and some the world has seen. ( thank you P for Papi last night) What a wonderful feeling to know you have so many that you can call, to help and to say, " I Love You."
    So on this Sunday, I say " Happy Birthday Lenny Purwin" we love you to the moon and back, and maybe to Pluto!! A good time was had by all, and if I saw one more fork, I was going to scream!! So much food, it was fit for a king! You, my friend.
     David B, sorry we had to talk about "summer grooming" but you were sitting among the girls. Your wife, explained to us in French, something about Hay and A Gate, I think I will steal that for my next blog title!!!
    Sunday is a day of thanks, and M,T,W, Th,F and Saturday too!!
    I count myself blessed, No Angst and a Green Bean for this gal.

Whatever Lola Wants.....

     This time, last weekend, I was anticipating the musical Kinky Boots! 

     Whatever the day is in this windy April morn, I still have the urge to put on a pair of thigh high red boots and sing.
      It matters not, day, time, or style of music, I will be singing.

     Recently there was a thread on Facebook about what twelve albums you would always travel with, and it stirred up my angina. 
     Well let me think about this? I took a stroll to my album pile, and looked through a few, that have been with me, for forty or fifty years. Would these be on my list? I guess so, I still have them, and my Hart has a few. ( I think he has my original Beatles first album, and maybe a few more.)
     
    It is always hard to decide what to carry with you. 
    So here is a list and trust me, I could go on and on....

     Eat A Peach by Almond Brothers, gosh even typing this brings back so many memories, and I smell pot!
     Abby Road by The Beatles, I think of Susan and Paula
     Crosby, Stills, Nash 1969 sitting on that couch cover, I still love all these songs( huge crush on Graham Nash)
     Tea For The Tillerman by Cat Stevens, just the first notes of these songs, I have to grab my chest.( I also have his music as a Muslim Man, he is anointed with a gift, I think he is now called Yusuf and I love him)
     Sweet Baby James by James Taylor, cried so hard when I saw him in concert, thought Jesus was going to take me up, right then!! I think that is how angels must sound!
    Captain Fantastic by Elton John, a great album, and Reginald is my Captain!
    Piano Man, by Billy Joel, I saw him on stage at JU, ( Jacksonville University) I swear, I feel like it was the gym, he was a baby and so was I. I looked at my friend and said, " Remember this night, it is historic!!"
   Experience by Jimi Hendrix, oh my goodness, he burned up a guitar, how lucky we were to have him for such a short period of time.
  
  I cannot choose, what about all my Motown?
    Little Anthony and The Imperials
    The Supremes
    Smokey Robinson, I wanted to marry!
    Temptations
     
     Another time...
     Leslie Gore
     Ricky Nelson
     Bobby Darrin
     Connie Frances
     Bobby Vinton

  Mom and Dad's music
     RoseMary Clooney
     Patti Page
     Perry Como
     Dean Martin
     Andy Williams

Folk Music, Gospel Music, New Music
    The original cast albums of Hair and Jesus Christ Superstar are in my album pile, I guess they stated my love of musicals, who knows?
    Jackson Brown, Janis Joplin, Joni Mitchell, Paul Simon, Barbra and Bette,.
    Country music has always been in my wheel house, from Little Jimmy Dickens, The Carter Family, and Loretta to Carrie and Keith Urban.
    Pop music, Boy bands, Prince!!

I cannot choose what to take, I choose all. 
I choose to sing Christmas carols twelve months of the year, and woke up this morning to children's songs, that Mrs.Nail taught me.
   Music heals me, breaks my heart, sets my feet to tapping and often shakes my booty! I have no shame, I will sing and dance at the drop of a hat, or the turn of the record.
   Whatever Lola wants, I am with her?him? oh heck, who cares, just put on the red boots and belt it out!!