I decided to look up more information about Rupert, the songwriter and singer, and found out how much our home lives were similar. He has an autistic son and he had a daughter who died at the age of 10 of a brain tumor. It was strange reading the similarities in his life to my own as I was drawn to this silly song. Rupert has gone on to writing some magnificent Broadway plays that are full of heart and soul ( http://www.rupertholmes.com/index.php ). In fact his play’s recordings of Edwin DROOD is number one for 2013 on Amazon.
Finally do not forget to do something special for your loved one. Maybe it will be as Rupert sang his song that you too realize how lucky you have it with the guy or gal sleeping right next to you. Here are a few of the lyrics that just put a smile on my face just like it did 33 years ago when I did not care the least for boys:
If you like pina colada,
And getting caught in the rain,
If your not into yoga,
If you have half a brain,
If you like making love at midnight,
In the dunes on the cape,
Then I’m the love that you’ve looked for,
Write to me and escape.
Happy Valentine to my Man as I hear him snoring right next to me.
So true. The grass is never greener. It only looks greener!
Wow..Good advice from Cupcake!
You have stirred many thoughts in my head this morning.
First, how uncanny the similarities between you and Rupert. Second, I am also a product of pop…much to my husband’s dismay. I couldn’t help but notice all those trophies on your bookshelf. What are they for? And, you are way too neat and tidy for a teen!
Lastly, though it may sound odd to many. My husband and I don’t celebrate any holiday or birthday with gifts, cards etc. So many have had loss connected to them that we decided that every day is a special day which requires a few minutes of island time to maintain. A few minutes, sometimes seconds of creating that crazy about you feeling, each and every day has paid off well. 🙂
I used to be very organized. I was a straight A student and had to have all my ducks in a row..haha
In regards to the trophys, I played fast pitch softball and I was the pitcher. Any teenage girl that grew up in the early 70’s in Montgomery, Alabama and played softball feared my pitching.haha I stopped playing a couple of years after this photo was taken and never played again. Funny how life is. One of my first symptons I noticed before finding out I had a brain tumor was that I could not throw a ball to my son. Strange how things happen. A girl with a speedlightening pitch could not throw a ball to her son 20 feet…
In regards to love, I like your idea that you share with your husband. Beautiful!
Strange how a simple question about your trophies has a profound link to your past a present… just like a simple query into Rupert Holmes reveals some astonishing parallels between your life and his…. something is happening here, Alesia. You are linked with someONE and he is leaving his footprints all over the place.
Imagine that. I like looking at parallel stories. There is much to learn from them. Hope you have a great day and stay warm where you are!
Each song took me away to the oblivion of love gone wrong. — Love. That. Phrase.
If you have half a brain — Alesia, that is you! It is not just a silly phrase in a song, he wrote that for his daughter! Thanks for the insight into this fun song from my past.
Stacy —-half a brain…yep that is me! love ya friend! Alesia
Karaoke fodder (Pina Colada)…did this one in a Mexican bar/restaurant in Queen Anne many years ago. A fuse blew and we thought it was a gun shot, and hit the deck…
Whoa! That would have freakin’ scared me!