My parent’s golden wedding anniversary is at the end of May and we spent some time discussing the plans for the reception they are having. After we touched on cakes, invitations, menus and location, we began to discuss music. My mother said that she already had a slew of ideas that she wanted to implement.
“I would love our whole family to sing “We are the world”.”
“What?! WHY?!”
“It’s just such a happy, upbeat song and I’ve always liked it”.
I was trying to comprehend all the levels of hell that could spring from THAT statement when my sister uttered words that I think I just might have to have her drawn and quartered for.
“No, Mom. I really think a better idea would be to have Loralee sing, “Wind Beneath My Wings”.
“Oh, that is a WONDERFUL IDEA!!!!!!! Let’s do that!”
My sister will pay, oh yes. I do not know when. I do not know how, but she will pay.
As God is my witness, I will never go hungry again!!!
Wench.
Sharon says:
I love that song! If you do sing it, please have someone tape it and put it on your blog….pretty please??? I’m serious!
March 5th, 2007 at 4:14 am
Bridge says:
LOL… that is all I can say.
March 5th, 2007 at 4:39 am
hairyshoefairy says:
ROFL!!
“We are the World” used to be my favorite song when I was little. There was a poster of it at our local 7-11 and while my mom paid for gas I would point and name everyone on the poster. I was like, 2 (Yes, I’m a young ‘un). My parents were proud.
March 5th, 2007 at 7:02 am
Pink Cupcake says:
Oh my word! Seriously, this post should have come with a warning in the title…I literally spat my coffee all over my desk! I can imagine how you feel about the prospect of singing the Wind Beneath My Wings (although I have to say that the song is a guilty pleasure of mine that I’d NEVER admit to without a pseudonym!! ;)).
March 5th, 2007 at 10:16 am
Anonymous says:
Yet another example of Melly’s utter brilliance!
linny
March 5th, 2007 at 1:25 pm
Davie says:
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
With stirring lyrics like that, I can’t imagine why you, you, you, are upset.
March 5th, 2007 at 1:37 pm
kerflop says:
My mom and aunt and I like to sing it, “You are the wind between my legs”
htt
March 5th, 2007 at 3:09 pm
Mark says:
Geez, Loralee, I hope the tooth is fixed by now. Time in a dentist’s chair isn’t as good as time spent judging debate tournaments, but then again it isn’t much worse, either.
Post your version of the song on your blog, please. I still am thrilled by the “Summertime” you put up some months ago and would like more.
Your sister is clearly a brilliant woman.
March 5th, 2007 at 4:22 pm
Loralee says:
LL,
“Did you ever know that you’re my hero . . . for singing at a family function?”
LL2
March 5th, 2007 at 5:35 pm
Karen says:
hahaha… and on pain killers I’m sure you were unable to utter anything other than a pained no… w that’s a wonderful idea. ;D
March 5th, 2007 at 6:17 pm
SparklieSunShine says:
Ahahaha! You gotta love your siblings? Will this be recorded and played on YouTube?
This reminds me of a fantastic ending to a Boy Meets World episode.
March 5th, 2007 at 6:46 pm
heather says:
Look on the bright side, at least it isn’t that horrible Celine Dion song from Titanic!
March 5th, 2007 at 8:36 pm
Alecia says:
That’s too funny. It’s just like something my sister would do.
March 6th, 2007 at 2:48 am
Alex says:
Ohmyfuckingvomit! Wind beneath my wings? I had happily suppressed all memory of that “song” long ago.
Where’s that sister of yours? Lemme atter!
March 6th, 2007 at 4:23 am
Michelle says:
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
On all counts, HA HA HA!
I am laughing so hard right now, especially because I just read your e-mail, and this is so funny and unrelated and I am laughing so hard to hear it.
HA HA HA!!! Refer to all our previous conversations about BOTH songs, and know that I just fell of my chair! HA HA HA!
March 6th, 2007 at 4:41 pm
Beekie says:
Regardless of the horror of that song and well, pretty much anything to do with our family gathering (minus the cool ones of course) if you draw and quarter my mom you’re in for a wild ride.
If my mom’s gone who else can I call in the middle of the night while I’m freaking out because I accidentally gave my baby too much Tylenol and now my daughter will be a cokehead (if she survives) and it’s all my fault? Or who will I call in the middle of the day when my baby is trying so hard to poop that she turns purple and doesn’t breathe for what seems like forever and after several attempts to blow in her face to get her to take a breath she begins to hyperventilate?
That’s right, you.
March 13th, 2007 at 3:40 pm