Sorry for the silence, folks. I’m suffering from 80% disease: I have about six posts 80% written, and then I say, “Yeah, that’s pretty much it — I’ll just go back and finish it up tonight.” And then I dye my hair, change my social security number, and move to Canada so I don’t have to deal with it.
In the mean time, I offer you this Loretta Lynn song that my mother sent me. I’ve never heard it before, but I love it! It’s actually named “One’s On the Way,” but I didn’t want to title the post that, because then you would think I’m pregnant, and I’m not.
It seems like a pretty good follow-up to the March for Life, doesn’t it? You know, that day when hundreds of thousands of ninjas march to show their support of women and babies. I say “ninjas” because they somehow slip by the attention of the media — amazing! It’s like they were never there. And yet they get the job done.
Not everyone marched, but many hundreds of thousands stayed at home and helped the cause in their own way:
They say to have her hair done Liz flies all the way to France,
And Jackie’s seen in a discotheque doin’ a brand new dance,
And the White House social season should be glittering and gay
But here in Topeka the rain is a fallin’
One of them is toddlin’ and one is a crawlin’ and one’s on the way.
I’m glad that Raquel Welch just signed a million dollar pact
And Debbie’s out in Vegas workin’ up a brand new act
And the TV’s showin’ Newlyweds, a real fun game to play
But here in Topeka the screen door’s a bangin’
The coffee’s boilin’ over and the warsh needs a hangin’
One wants a cookie and one wants a changin’ and one’s on the way.
Now what was I doin’ – Jimmy get away from there – darn there goes the phone
Hello honey. What’s that you say – you’re bringin’ a few ole Army buddies home
You’re callin’ from a bar? Get away from there
No, not you, honey, I was talkin’ to the baby- Wait a minute honey, the door bell
Honey could you stop at the market and –hello? hello? well I’ll be.
The girls in New York City they all march for women’s lib,
And Better Homes and Gardens shows the modern way to live,
And the pill may change the world tomorrow but meanwhile today
Here in Topeka the flies are a buzzin’
The dog is a barkin’ and the floor needs a scrubbin’
One needs a spankin’ and one needs a huggin’ – Lord, one’s on the way.
Oh gee I hope it ain’t twins again