Although I had an idea of what I would pick, I decided to take a poll among some of my family, asking what they thought my theme song should be. The results made me laugh but also made me a little proud. The first one my son came up with was Kung Fu Fighting by Carl Douglas (who happens to be a fellow Jamaican). Particularly, he said, the bit that says, "Here comes the Big Boss, Hoo-Ha, Let's get it on."
Then he came up with a song that's a staple on my playlist. It's one of the first songs I heard when I came to Canada, and I fell in love with it. That he would think a song named "Spitfire" is appropriate also made me laugh. I didn't embed it in this post because it's just the track and doesn't have all the cool and interesting back-up moves that the above video has *tongue firmly in cheek*.
When asked, my husband took a long time to come up with a song and then told me this one.
Pat Benatar was one of my idols, and when he said he thought of it because I roll with the punches and get back up... and occasionally fire off a few shots of my own... I thought that might have been one of the nicest things he's ever said to me. :)
But, truthfully, the first song that came to mind when I saw this topic is one I loved and wished I had the courage to emulate from the first time I heard it. But I didn't have the strength. I was too shy and too much of a people-pleaser, worried about what people would think or looking for approbation. I was glad when it became an anthem for a group of people too long downtrodden, but I still wanted it for my own... so now, older, having gotten past giving a shit, I claim it too. And yes, I know most of these songs age me horribly but *shrug* I am what I am!!
For the last...three or four years, the closest thing I've come to a vacation has been the trips I take to conferences. Don't get me wrong, I adore going to conferences and meeting writers and readers. It's fun and it gets me away from the house. (which is always good)
Since I had shoulder surgery three weeks ago though, the only things I've seen have been the doctor's office, the physical therapist's office and my house. Oh and television. I've been watching a lot of television and reading a lot. And napping. Napping has been happening a lot as well. And as I watch those shows about far off destinations, of uncluttered beaches, of sparkling blue seas, all I can think of is some place cool and quiet.
I dream of snow, of not melting into a heap of skin and bones the minute I step outside my door. Hello summer. I hate you so much. It reminds me of the year I worked on the riverboat cruise. It was July and we were in Wisconsin. I walked four miles with another boat worker. We were both from south Louisiana and were completely stunned at how cool the weather was. We didn't sweat. We didn't have to stop frequently and rehydrate. We marched and walked and it was fabulous.
So where would I like to be right now? Someplace where the temperature is roughly around 70 degrees at the most. Cooler would be even better. Especially if I have to stay in this bloody sling. I've had the a/c in my house on 65 and a fan on me for three weeks. Can we say I'm hot? Because I am and not in the "Omg, did you see how sexy D looks with her bandana, no make-up and pjs on?" because that'd be a total lie.
Hope everyone has a great Friday! Enjoy this song from Depeche Mode because I don't have pictures to dazzle you with.
I'm rambling, but you have to understand this is the first time I've blogged in three weeks. And I'm quite possibly still tripping on painkillers. Oh! I also have a book coming out next week. Woot-woot! The third book in the Cajun Heat series comes out July 3. Is it a coincidence that it's being released the same day as The Lone Ranger? I think not. I think they planned it because they knew Primal Flavor was coming out and Disney wanted to cash in on my release day. *snort*
Anyway, here's a little bit about Colette and Zach's story:
Book three in the Cajun Heat series.
Being a human in a parish filled with shifters, Colette Robicheaux has learned to be tough as nails. A hunter with the kind of lethal skills that make most men nervous, all it takes is a single hot look from Zachary Trahan to make her melt into a puddle of goo. And this tiger shifter doesn’t fight fair, using his hot body and his many skills in the kitchen to melt her panties. But there’s a danger in the swamps that threatens to tear them apart, an evil that could turn this hunter into prey.
When chef Zachary Trahan took a break from work to hunt, the last thing he expected to find was his mate. A human huntress with a hot temper, a quick trigger finger and the kind of body destined to keep him up at night, Colette makes his tiger purr. He’ll have to fight his stubborn mate, her impossible family and the threat hiding in the swamps before he can finally claim her for his own.
You know what I'm talking about. You're riding along in the car, skimming through what seems like a million radio stations trying to find something decent to listen to when you hear it. You have a reputation to maintain as a cool person...but when you hear it, you stop. Just a small pause because you tell yourself you want to be certain you're hearing what you think you're hearing.
Then once you've confirmed that yes, this is a song that—although you know all the words because it came out when you were dating this guy, or hanging with this group of people, this is a song you don't want to listen to. But you leave it on that station. "There's nothing else on," you tell yourself as you tap your fingers on the steering wheel (or the keyboard if you're listening at home). "I'll just listen to this torture until something better comes on."
And then you sing this line...or hum that refrain...and next thing you know, you're going all friggin' out, singing along to this song that you swear is the most annoying song in the world and you're never going to it again!
Yes, I'm giving out awards to the top five songs that get me every single time despite my coolness. I swear it isn't my fault. It's like the fates want to mock me.
#5 - Journey's "Don't Stop Believing"
Don't get me wrong. This is a great song. I mean...it's Journey for crying out loud. But it ruins my image as a kick ass metal head. And it shouldn't be used as a wedding song. For anyone. Sorry. But no. Just don't do it. When I hear this, I think of the Olympics or something. It's not sexy.
#4 - Kelis' "Milkshake"
Maybe it's jealousy because I don't have very much milkshake to shake around. That means boobs, right? Because I'm not as blessed in that department as some people. *coughs at Sasha and Griffin* But I still sing the song...Even though I sort of keep seeing my cousin's husband singing...
#3 - Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody"
Actually, I adore this song and it has nothing to do with Wayne's World. This song has everything a closet car singer could possibly need. It has great lyrics, soaring soprano parts with plenty of opera to appease your inner Pavarotti. Then there's the hard rockin' guitars, the sweeping solos...it's just a great song and it doesn't fit with my kick ass image. It's a guilty pleasure.
#2 - Vanilla Ice's "Ice Ice Baby"
I don't care who you are. If you grew up in the 90's, you're going to know this song. Now, you might be lucky and it doesn't faze you. But if you're anything like me, the minute you hear that opening beat with the high-hat? You're ready to rap along and do that neck/body wobble thing he used to do. Right? I'm not alone in this, am I?
#1 - Aqua's "Barbie Girl"
Don't hate me for the earworms! I don't care what mood I'm in, or what I've just listened to (it could be Johnny Cash or Slipknot), if I hear this song I have to stop and listen to it. Even though it irritates me, it drives me insane and I can picture this video down to the plastic horse...I still sing it. Ever friggin' time.
