What does a Bambi feature image have to do with Friday Tunes? Nothing. The answer is nothing. LOL. I just happen to love this gif or meme or whatever the proper term for the Grrrr. I have discovered Instagram because of Ms. Marvel and the scene that made me snort laugh. It’s not SnapChat auntie, it’s Insta! I watched so many videos … reels I think they’re called & the musical accompaniments are really clever. So finally that is why this post is called Friday tunes. Enjoy !!
Ok somehow when I looked at this on my phone, I saw a blank title. I added one and updated deleting everything in error. Oops and boo!! Take two.
Before the show because that’s how I roll
Stayed close to the movie
Before it started
The very end
I saw the musical Waitress yesterday. Loved everything about it. I saw the movie when it came out. I remembered Jenna saying the recipes in her head and naming all the pies funny names. Such a central character; I have a hard time placing anyone other than Keri Russell as Jenna. Though the actress from last night was excellent. The whole cast was top notch. Sara Bareilles’ music is fantastic!!! And the baby was named Lulu. BONUS!!! <3. As I was looking for a video of my favorite song from the show, I found this gem. If Adrian is the future of Broadway, we’re in great hands!! Watch it without happy tears. I double dog dare you.
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I live and breathe acronyms which is why the title of this post has SYTYCD vs. So You Think You Can Dance. “Yeah Baby” said in my 1990s Michael Myers as Austin Powers voice over voice. Hehe. I am giddy!!!!!!!
I LOVE this show! LOVE<3 LOVE<3 LOVE!
How many LOVEs are too many LOVEs for a post. Answer: You can never have too much LOVE!
I have no idea when the show started or how I found out about it. Google to the rescue. The show premiered July 20, 2005. Twelve fantastic years and I’ve been hooked since day one.
Even as the show morphed themes: Allstars, new dance genres – Bollywood and Krump et. al, and a kids version … No matter what change may come, I hung on. My M.O. aka modus operandi is to tape the shows. Showing my age, ahem, 29 and holding :). I mean that I record the shows. My DVR over runneth. Eventually Big B gets mad at me for taking up real estate and I delete but not until I have had my fill and watched the recordings many many many many times.
How many, MANYs are too many MANYs for a post? Answer: NONE
Check out this clip that makes me SMILE to this day!! Watch and see for yourself. I double dog dare you NOT to smile. I triple dog dare you NOT to bust your own move.
And I will take stock in Kleenex because you better bet that there will some routines that bring on the HAPPY tears. A picture is word a thousand words. Dance is a picture telling a story without the benefit of words. I hope you enjoy as much as I do.
My bedroom. In particular, my bed. And the comforter. Temp controlled nirvana. Every morning when I wake up, I revel in the stillness and that feeling of security under the covers. Snug. As A Bug. In A Rug!
This has not always been the case. Insomnia has interfered with a good night’s rest since my 40’s. I have tips to deal now though and for the most part, those tips work. Lilac, lavendar and other assorted scents. Sleepy-time tea, no caffeine after 3, turn off all electronics an hour before bedtime. With that, I can sleep again. Yay! And as I was thinking about something else to add to the infinity list, these last few mornings made me think about my BED.
I work downtown and every morning I pass several bus stops on my way to the office. As I get closer, I see the walking wounded. This past Monday, a cooler than usual morning, I saw a man sitting there at the bus stop, hunched over, head almost on knees. As I sat at the red light, waiting for green, I could see him from the corner of my eye, sleeping, breathing slow and shallow breaths. In. Out.
That’s when I thought damn, how awful to have to sleep outside, wherever one can. How bone tired and weary one must be to be able to sleep at a bus stop bench. There are even days when people are on the sidewalks asleep. Grabbing a restless nap before moving along. What an existence? And then I thought about my bed. How the feel of the comforter brings peace. How I wish that peace for everyone. Simple really. Everyone needs a bed.