Saturday Night Serenade–Happy Earth Day!

It’s a beautiful mild day here in south Florida.  I hope it’s nice where you are.  It’s the perfect kind of day to celebrate the earth and all it’s natural beauty.

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Click for the Grassy Waters home page

Not far from our house, in fact I pass it twice every day, is a huge wetlands preserve called Grassy Waters.  There’s a nature center, and boardwalk paths above the marsh.  You can walk for quite a ways observing the swamp with its palms, scrub, cypress trees, grasses, and countless birds and frogs.  I’ve never been there when I didn’t see a gator or two.

They offer natures hikes, guided canoe and kayak outings, and they have educational programs for kids.  But it’s not just a nice place to spend a few hours.  It’s an integral part of the system providing drinking water for the city of West Palm Beach.  The wetlands act as a filtration system for the water flowing north to south, full of toxins and pollutants from the massive farms further to the north.

Seems the powers that be would like to connect a couple of local east-west roads by running a connector north and south.  Which would mean paving a section right through Grassy Waters.  It would make things more convenient for residents, they say.  And it would only interfere with a small portion of the preserve, they say.  Plus, it would mean jobs.  Which is what they always say when they want to win over single-issue voters.

Hells bells, they might as well tack on a big oil pipeline for good measure.  Maybe try to dig out some coal or something else while they’re at it.  Because we all know, it’s the old Golden Rule.  He who has the gold makes the rules.

As for me, I’ll stick with the Lorax, who speaks for the trees.  And I’m happy to be watching the Planet Earth marathon on BBC America today.  Brilliant film making about a beautiful subject.  And tonight, Big Yellow Taxi seems like the perfect song.

I hope you’re enjoying this beautiful spring evening with the one(s) you love.

Happy Saturday night!

Saturday Night Serenade–Classically Cool

Happy long weekend!  I hope everyone’s doing well.  My boy is here from Omaha, so I’m a very happy mom.  We’re hanging out, catching up, remembering times past.  Later on, we’ll all head out to some of our favorite haunts.

One thing we’ve been laughing about is our recollection of carpool karaoke, the delightful moments on our way to and from school, the kids and I singing along enthusiastically with classic rock on the radio.

Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody is among the best for an impromptu sing-along, but maybe we have Wayne and Garth to thank for that notion.  This version is by Pentatonix, the wildly popular acapella group.  See what you think.

From our house to yours, we wish you a very Happy Easter.  Be sure to hug those you love.

Happy Saturday night!

 

Saturday Night Serenade–Joan Jett

Oh, my gosh, did you think we’d NEVER get to this weekend?  The work week was fraught with stupidity on so many levels, it’s such a relief to have two days to simply think my own thoughts, make my own mistakes instead of someone else’s…

Mr. R and I had a good time at the Improv last weekend.  We were running a little late that night, which might have been a little bit my fault.  Hey, looking this amazing doesn’t just happen, LOL!  But when we made a wrong turn, it worked out better than anticipated, because we ended up in a little parking lot only a block away from the club, so we were seated in plenty of time for the show.

Before the opening act, we placed our first order in compliance of the ‘two-drink minimum’ and sipped contentedly as the first two comedians ran through their sets.  The headliner was Andrew Schulz, and we laughed a lot.  I’m including a snippet from his act, although this clip is from a performance in NYC.

We had such a great time.  Long ago when we first started dating, Mr. R and I visited a comedy club in Boca several times.  Once, on the 45-minute drive back to northern Palm Beach County, Joan Jett came on the radio and, with the windows open and the music blasting, we joined in with a LOUD, slightly tipsy rendition of I Hate Myself for Loving You.

I love collecting memories like that.  They remind us of what we have together.  I hope this weekend finds you well, and that you’re able to make so great memories with those you love.  And remember, it’s a 4-day work week.  Yay!

Happy Saturday night!

P.S. I wanna be Joan Jett when I grow up.  Just so you know…

Saturday Night Serenade–April Fools!

Happy April!  And it’s April Fools Day.  I thought about playing a joke, like announcing to the world that I’m pregnant.  But that’s not even funny at this stage in the game, LOL!

The best April Fools prank I ever heard was a radio ad.  One spring morning I was listening to my favorite classic rock station on my way to to work when an announcer came on:

Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!  At Moroso Motorsports Park! 
Bullfighting!
The finest bullfighters in Spain are coming to show off their bullfighting skills.

That’s weird, thought I.  Why would they do bullfighting at the local drag strip?

The Spanish national anthem will be performed by Enrique Iglesias.

Then I realized it was April 1, and I cracked up.  But more enjoyable than the original joke was the reaction PETA-types had.  Now don’t get me wrong, I love animals.  Mr. R and I currently have a rescue German shepherd and two pound kitties.  But sometimes, animal activists have no sense of humor.  Histrionic phone calls were made, boycotts were planned.  After realizing they’d been had, the official response was, “That’s not funny.”

Ooooh, yes it is.

Mr. R. and I have tickets to the Palm Beach Improv tonight.  The headliner is Andrew Schultz.  I never heard of him, but it’s one of those deals where they offered us free tickets.  We just have to comply with the two-drink minimum.  Well, if I must

Aretha Franklin’s Chain of Fools seemed appropriate for the occasion.  I found this great version with Mariah Carey, and I hope you like it.  These days, it seems there are plenty of fools to go around.  Remember to laugh a little and hug those you love.

Happy Saturday night!

Saturday Night Serenade–Come Away With Me

It’s been a great week and I’m feeling kind of mellow.  I’m at the tail end of my Spring Break.  Come Monday it’ll be back to the grind.  Ten more weeks until I walk out of there for the last time.  Man, that sounds like an eternity!

So I’m daydreaming about Mr. R and I making our escape to someplace fabulous, and by fabulous I mean quiet and peaceful and stress-free.  If I ever find it, I’ll let you know, but it sounds a lot like the lower Keys.

It’s a Norah Jones kind of night, for sure.  One that calls for candles, a glass of wine, and curling up with the one you love.

Happy Saturday night!

Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song

Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can’t tempt us
With their lies

I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won’t you try to come

Come away with me and we’ll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I’ll never stop loving you

And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I’m safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me

 

Saturday Night Serenade–Still Thinking About St. Patrick’s Day

Yesterday was St. Patrick’s Day.

And I had to work.  All.  Damn.  Day.

You know, there was a time when my Spring Break coincided with St. Paddy’s Day.  Once we even took a little mini-vacation for a couple of days.  Ended in up Ybor City, the historic Cuban district of Tampa.  Which doesn’t sound like the right place for a celebration of all things Irish, but we discovered that the James Joyce Irish Pub was within staggering distance of the San Vicente, the boutique hotel where we were staying, and we spent a good six hours downing green melon ball shots and listening to great music.

No such luck this year.  When I arrived home from work, Mr. R asked if I wanted to go out.  Umm…  Have we met?  The next question was where to go?  O’Shea’s Irish Pub on Clematis in West Palm Beach seemed the obvious choice.  After all, they’d been hosting a block party since 10am Friday morning.

However…In an effort to avoid what a friend of ours calls ‘St. Posers’, celebrants who only go out drinking on St. Patrick’s Day, we decided to cash in a gift card and head to Chili’s in Wellington.  I know–not really an appropriate choice for the wearing of the green.  But, as it turns out, margaritas are green.  So there.

And I know, it’s an effing chain.  But I had a Mexican combo and Mr. R had ribs, both delicious.  Our server, Sean, was terrific, we’ll totally ask for him again.  And did I mention margaritas?  Nothing at all wrong with that.

Tonight’s serenade is a beautiful instrumental from the talented, and Irish, Corrs.  I’m just mesmerized by this song.  I mentioned that one day, Mr. R promises to take me to Ireland.  I want to sit in a pub and sip normal-colored Guinness while I listen to something this magical.

Happy Saturday night!

Saturday Night Serenade–Another Anniversary

Well, to be honest, we have a few.  Anniversaries, that is.  We celebrate our wedding(s), along with the date we first met, and some other significant times.

Originally, Mr. R. and I had planned a March 10 wedding in the backyard of our home out here in the boondocks west of West Palm Beach.  But then, one late September morning, he surprised me by saying, “Let’s go get our marriage license today.”  To which I replied, “Oh, hell yeah!”  We’d been together for about six years at the time, and if the man was ready for a license, I wanted to act before he changed his mind.

Turns out, Florida has a 3-day waiting period between the time you get a marriage license and the time you can actually get married.  I mean, seriously?  It’s not like it’s a gun or something.  Anyway, on the morning of October 2, 2011, we were married in our backyard by a dear friend of ours, a dotty little Wiccan, in the weirdest ceremony you ever saw.  It was awesome!

But then, on the following March 10, we were married again, as planned, in a huge celebration and surrounded by all our friends.  The whole thing was fun and relaxing and full of joy.  People still talk about it.

When these anniversaries roll around, I find myself in a thoughtful mood, thankful for all I have.  I was married before, you know.  I can’t help but compare.

With my nightmare, I couldn’t do anything right.  He criticized everything I did, everything I said, everything I wore.  I even opened the kitchen cabinets wrong, y’all.  I remember hearing this song at the time and longing for a man who loved me, who didn’t want to change everything about me.

It was different when I watched this today.  Because I have a baby who loves me just the way that I am.  He believes in me and makes me believe in myself.  And it’s an amazing feeling.

I hope you have the same.  It’s a blessing, I tell you.  One I don’t want to take for granted.  To you and yours, happy Saturday night!