A Girl After my Own Heart.... ....of all three children, Eva is certainly the most like her mother. Poor little girl. Ha ha. She clearly has my appearance, but she also inherited my attitude, my stubborn independent streak, and my temper (YIKES!). Sometimes she does things that just make me giggle....because I think, "Oh, Eva. You got that from me." Anyhow, I also passed on to her my lifelong desire to be a punkrocker. I think I dressed up as a punkrocker for Halloween 5 years straight when I was in elementary school. I LOVE being able to pass on such cooky desires to my little ones, so I dyed their hair blue the day before Halloween & took them out shopping at Costco. They were the talk of the store. It was so much fun! Having two little punkers on my hips reminded me of my ALL TIME favorite song by Sandi Thom.. I wish I was a Punkrocker! The day I got home from the hospital after having Zoe, I had this song blasting out the walls of our Michigan home. You might remember she was born with a killer punk hairdo. We were dancing & singing all around the kitchen~it is such a fun memory!! So, I put it on the other day & cranked it up in honor of my blue haired hippies. We sang & danced once more. I LOVE this song. It makes me tear up.... so I thought Iwould include the lyrics on the blog..just incase any of you are longing for revolutionary days gone by.
PS. Lou, if you're reading this,
this song ALWAYS reminds me of you!
Te quiero, hermanita! Feliz Cumpleanos!
I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker ~ By Sandi Thom
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker
with flowers in my hair
In seventy-seven and sixty-nine revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When the head of state didn't play guitar
Not everybody drove a car
When music really mattered and when radio was king
When accountants didn't have control
And the media couldn't buy your soul
And computers were still scary and we didn't know everything
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy-seven and sixty-nine revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When pop stars still remained a myth
And ignorance could still be bliss
And when god saved the queen she turned a whiter shade of pale
My mom and dad were in their teens
And anarchy was still a dream
And the only way to stay in touch was a letter in the mail
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy-seven and sixty-nine revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
When record shops were still on top
And vinyl was all that they stocked
And the super info highway was still drifting out in space
Kids were wearing hand me downs
And playing games meant kick arounds
And footballers still had long hair and dirt across their face
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
In seventy-seven and sixty-nine revolution was in the air
I was born too late into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair
I was born too late
into a world that doesn't care
Oh I wish I was a punk rocker
with flowers in my hair!!!
The Happy Little Mermaid with her Mermaid dolly
Climbing the steps with daddy to Kingsbury Hall
Mom & Zbug anxiously await the MERMAIDS' arrival!
Wes & his girl.....so sweet.
