Hellur, Wondurfuls! 🙂
(Laverne &) Shirley not one to skip the one-two (…5, 6, 7, 8 schlemiel, schlemazel) punch of growing pains, I’ve groan and moaned more than Fred Sanford Lamont(ing) the arrival of Aunt Esther…
(And, it certainly didn’t help that this winter I’ve had more flues than chimneys have bricks!)
But, Madea-eval Times behind me, I’m back from the dread and—to quote that Lover Boy, Kramer– “…lovin’ every minute of it”.
Today, the skies are non-blight blue,
and it’s a wonderful dictate that the sun has the command to make me sit up and take note(ice) …
And, write on time, “…the stance come marching one-by-one, hurrah, hurrah…”
(*Okay, okay—given that I’m not so zany as to deny my lunacy—I’m antsy to explain that my stance (st-ants) pun is tied to children’s song–“The Ants Go Marching One By One”…
Which is tied to my title…a “Blinded Me With Science”/“Rubber Tree Plant” music metaphor that celebrates my deliverance from being bogged down by cold shoulders…*)
And, speaking for we comeback Kings and Queen(s),
hear this, winter blahs–try to marsh our mellows and “we will, we will block you!”*)
And, write on (#2) clue—and in the interest of holding yours…
…here’s a frame-of-reference for my (“Sanford & Son”)—Grady-like-a-Foxx—brand of (*ahem*) genius…
Context: Credit goes to a wonderful blogger whose definition gave me a frame of reference for today’s post…
“Cognitive dissonance is the term that science uses to describe that highly uncomfortable feeling of internal tension that comes from holding two conflicting thoughts at the same time — for example, I have always been a pacifist but I just enlisted in the Army.
Almost immediately, the brain searches for ways to reduce the dissonance — especially following a decision — either by redefining our terms or finding a way to justify the actions that don’t seem to support them.”
See, Fantastics, here’s proof that there’s method to all madness…
So, if you think my opening stinks,
but find yourself compelled to take a bigger whiff of my (non)scents,
no need to wander (off)—
for, it could be said that my brand of logic is akin to a bulldog-appeal so implausible that it becomes endearing….adorable even!
(*BTW, as I was wrapping my head around C.D.,
this lyrical example came to mind…
“…I fell in love with a model from hell, it took a while for my hormones to tell, that chasing her had been a grave mistake: She Ain’t Pretty, She Just Looks That Way” (Northern Pikes, 1990)*)
Speaking of (un)settling in service of connection,
my best self wants to commit to Authenticity, while,
my evolving self just wants to be friends (with growing up, heard).
But, given my promise to be all of me—
I’ve come through a confusing (wintry) season of being tripped up by the anticipated judge-meants that tempted me to deliver a song and dance production reminiscent of prankster, Michigan J. Frog…
Imagine Me, Myself, and I using (in)security as a crutch that would have me croaking…
doubting a (faith-testing) high-in-the sky Doctor (Feel Good) And The Medics” remedy for what ails me–
as I try not to choke my words back on a tongue depressor/suppressor whenever I open wide to say awe…only to have aaargh come out instead.
But, like I said, not a moment to swoon, I’ve gathered my wits about me—
Which finds me donning my usual “Top(-of-the-morning!) hat”,
waving my dance-in-the-rain-cane,
kicking my heels up,
and belting my truth like the magnificent show (up) and (“Go) Tell ( It On The Mountain”) tune it is…
(‘)Cause, you know what?
I’ve got a (Brady) Hunch that mainstream (I)deals are losing hands—and ground…
and, I’ve come through the Valley, Girls (and boys)…
no longer feeling like an /80 something Square Peg(s) in a down hole…
a (cry) Baby Ruth(less) who was all like, ‘gag me with a spoon’–until I—you know— totally turned into this drained and super shredded cocoa nut who—like —lost her taste for the sweet life but—like—kept trying to— like—get it down any way.
So, back among the thrivers…
in an other-world where we can choose to grow in seasonally…whatever…temperatures—and can be anyspring we like—
I choose to be a Super-Duper….a mind trickster…a (Worry) Wart Cleaver…
(An ugly duckling of a magical frog that invites, “Kiss me, I’m Try/Wish”….for, shown enough love, I’ll be transformed into a write honorable Prince(like) genius in my field (of dreams).)
Yes, Endearlings…as a proponent of the—“stay in the light, keep your target in sight”—approach, I’m determined to be a voice worth listening to….one of those (reformed) “fools on the run” who “fooled around and fell in love” (with my entire of life).
Slowly (or perhaps more quickly than I understand), I’m gaining a (terra) firm(a) grasp on the knowing that, it’s not others’ judgements I fear—rather, my self-recriminations…
And, the upside of that–I’m only-human–conundrum is
I’ll always have fodder for the schlemiel—appeal that fuels my unique ability to inspire…and amuse 🙂
And, increasingly, as my brand of clarity hits me like a (en)lightning dolt out of the blue–
and, because your presence “makes me feel like Hanson”–
“I’m gonna (bop) the night away!”
My metaphoric vow that,
if I hit a rough (cabbage) patch—
(meaning, “if there’s a problem”)—
yo, I’ll solve it”…
and take (“Ice Ice) Baby” steps as the DJ resolves it.
Thanks for showing up….always showing up, Amazers…you really are my inspiration and I owe you a debt I can never repay 🙂
God bless you and your loves 🙂
P.S. “Blinded Me With Science” is Thomas Dolby’s ( 1982) hit, and (“Just what makes that little old ant think he can move that rubber tree plant…he has) High Hopes” is a (1976) cover version sung by super-optimistic, sitcom queens, Laverne & Shirley (1976 to 1983) … and they chant “Schlemiel (*a dolt*), schlimazel (*an unlucky person*)…” in the opening moments of their show; “Hellur” (Hello) is reflective of Mabel “Madea” Simmons’s hilarious take on English pronouncements (she is created/portrayed by Tyler Perry in a series of movies and appearances on his sitcom, “Meet The Browns”); Sandford and Son is a (1972-1977) sitcom starring Redd Foxx…Fred Sandford’s son is Lamont (lament pun), and Aunt Esther is Fred’s sister-in-law/arch nemesis; Grady—Fred’s buddy—makes for my “Grady like a Foxx” pun; Michigan J. Frog, crazy-making (Looney Toons, 1955) character repeatedly sabotaged the construction worker who found him/tried to profit from the frog’s song-and-dance antics (frog failed to wear top hat and swing cane/perform unless the two were alone); “high in the sky (apple pie hopes)” is a lyric from aforementioned song, High Hopes, “Lovin’ Every Minute Of It” is the (1985) hit by Lover Boy, and an infamous line uttered by Kramer (when he ‘went commando’ on Seinfeld); Queen has a (1977) hit with “We Will Rock You” (allowing for my …block you…pun; “Dr. Feelgood” is a hit by glam-metal band Mötley Crüe (1989), and Doctor and the Medics , English glam rock band sang (1986) cover of “Spirit in the Sky”; (Brady) hunch is a (sitcom) Brady Bunch pun; “my favourite Valley Girls version is Square Pegs” (1982-1983)—staring a young Sarah Jessica Parker; Baby Ruth is a chocolate bar with nuts…tied to ruthless, it makes for my bitter sweet pun 🙂; Super Duper is a trickster/”Super Trouper” (1980/ABBA hit) pun; (Worry) Wart Cleaver is my Ward Cleaver (“Leave It To Beaver”—1957-1963—uber optimistic sitcom) pun…cleave means to cut (as in, into pieces…); “Kiss me, I’m try/wish” is my (day late) nod to St. Patrick’s Day; “Stay In The Light (keep your target in sight, don’t listen to fools on the run) is Honeymoon Suite’s 1985 hit; “Fooled Around and Fell In Love” is (1976) Elvin Bishop hit; “Mmm Bop” is a peppy (1997) hit song by Hanson, and (“You Make Me Feel Like) Dancin’ The Night Away”, is Leo Sayer’s (1978) hit; cabbage patch makes for a cabbage patch doll/baby steps pun–as well as a dance pun….cabbage patch is a late 1980’s dance ; Vanilla Ice had a (1990) hit with “Ice Ice Baby” (“Check out the hook while my DJ revolves (resolves) it“.
P.P.S. Thanks to Wikipedia…for,while wordplay/frames of reference easily come to mind, the year songs and sitcoms came out often doesn’t.