Thank You

Heard this number today and looked it up -- I had no idea that the lyrics were written so nuttily:

I want to thank you falettinme be mice elf agin
Thank you falettinme be mice elf agin

Stiff all in the collar, fluffy in the face
Chit chat chatter tryin', stuffy in the place
Thank you for the party, but I could never stay
Many thangs is on my mind, words in the way

I want to thank you falettinme be mice elf agin
Thank you falettinme be mice elf agin

Dance to the music, all nite long
Everyday people, sing a simple song
Mama's so happy, Mama start to cry
Papa still singin', you can make it if you try

I want to thank you falettinme be mice elf agin
(Different strokes for different folks, yeah)
Thank you falettinme be mice elf agin

Flamin' eyes of people fear burnin' into you
Many men are missin' much hatin' what they do
Youth and truth are makin' love, dig it for a starter, now
Dyin' young is hard to take, sellin' out is harder

Thank you falettinme be mice elf agin
I want to thank you falettinme be mice elf agin
Thank you falettinme be mice elf agin
Thank you falettinme be mice elf agin
I want to thank you falettinme be mice elf agin

I feel more myself every day that I get to spend in my current bliss of two amazing kids at home and an incredible man with whom to share it all. I feel like I'm finally living my life, the way it was intended.

And it feels sooooooo good...

Que Sera Sera

When a friend wrote this phrase in a text this evening, I recalled fondly another friend, whose birthday it was yesterday, who still calls me "K" -- a nickname that originated from him calling me que sera sera. My sister called me that too at the time.

Nickname or no nickname, I wasn't much good at living the "whatever will be will be" in those days. I'm better at it now.

Case in point: my experience with the friend who texted me this phrase today and followed it up with this song suggestion for my blog. This is a man with whom I've spent a few evenings of enjoyable banter (mostly of the education policy and political variety) accompanied by beers or margaritas and some longing gazes into his beautiful blue eyes, but nothing other than a hug or a kiss on the cheek has ever transpired between us. When we first met, I was wide open to possibilities on the man front -- but over time, as things have gotten more serious with my long distance love, what I'm potentially up for has evolved into a strictly physical my-heart-is- already-taken-but-my-body-could-use-some-company kind of thing. As it turns out, he's not game for that, but seems intent on maintaining some sort of connection, to which I am open. See how well I'm rolling with things these days?

When I grew up and fell in love

I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead

Will there be rainbows day after day

Here's what my sweetheart said

Que sera sera

Whatever will be will be

The future's not ours to see

Que sera sera

What will be, will be

Que sera sera...