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Get up.

I woke up this morning with a song in my head.

It went something like this:  I get knocked down, bum ,bum, bumbumbum, bum, bum, bumbumbumbumbumbum bum bum.

As you can see, the lyrics escape me.  As do most lyrics. 

For years, I thought Van Halen was saying “Animal” instead of “Panama”.

Aniimmmaaalllll, Ani-ma-a-a-a-al!

When you’re married to a music person like I am, they don’t let you get by with it.  They correct you at every opportunity.  I argued with J-Dub to no avail on that Van Halen one. 

 But they’re also good for when all you have to work with is bumbumbumbum.

As I pondered the song, I thought it was on oldie from my childhood.  That said, “I’m a yuckmouth, cause I don’t brush.”  It was a commercial from my Saturday Morning Cartoon era of the 1980’s.

But that was not the song. Even though it’s pretty catchy too.

So I say to my husband, “Hey, I got this song in my head.”

  It goes like this,  I get knocked down, bum ,bum, bumbumbum, bum, bum, bumbumbumbumbumbum bum bum.”

And of course, J-Dub recognized it immediately, and breaks out in song:  I get knocked down, but I get up again, cause you’re never gonna keep me down.

He knew the name of the band, the song, the name of the album, from what country the band hailed,  the trumpets that play in the middle and female voices that start singing “Danny Boy.”

Me?  I didn’t know any of that.  I don’t even know the song, but obviously I’ve heard it somewhere in the background of a movie or department store or somewhere for it to permeate my subconscious. 

I like the lyrics.

The ones about getting up after being knocked down.  And then there’s the ones about drinking a whiskey drink, vodka drink, and pissing the night away.  Come to think of it, after I read the lyrics, maybe he’s been knocked down after drinking a whiskey drink, a vodka drink, a lager drink.  It’s just a wild guess.

I don’t know what’s going on in your world today.

Maybe you’ve been knocked down.

But get up, okay?

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I’m Angel, a.k.a. Rocket Surgeon, and these are my chronicles. I love writing and I believe our stories should be shared, so here you’ll find anecdotes of my life, loves, worries, fears, joys, and experiences. I blog about my mishaps and adventures as a wife, mommy, auntie, wanna-be writer, teacher, Texan, country/city/mountain girl, cereal killer and Jesus-freak. A few things you might discover about me: •Jesus is my everything; without Him I am nothing, but with him I can do all things •My family makes this world a better place for me to live in •I adore chickens, the live ones, although the cooked ones aren’t too bad either •I have 2 dogs: Grace and Ozzie. And one cat: Rocky Muffin •My dream job would be to raise chickens and write best sellers Thanks for stopping by. Kick off your shoes and stay awhile. I know your time is valuable and I honor you for spending a few moments here with me. I hope you find something to brighten your day, lighten your load, make you chuckle and remind you of the good in the world. “When you look for the bad in mankind, expecting to find it, you surely will." Pollyanna I’m always eager to meet new online friends, so leave a comment and introduce yourself.

4 thoughts on “Get up.

  1. Oh Angel, Jason and David would get along great. Dave is a music trivia gooru! sp? You can ask him anything about any group and he can tell you what Album it was, who played guitar, etc. And things you never even really cared about. Haha. Thanks for sharing your life with us. I love your posts!

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