Sunday, April 18, 2010

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

What does an over-worked, underpaid NASA designed trans-imaging mirror dream of when she’s off the clock? Dream along with me, FOM’s and MOL’'s, dream along:

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes: Eilene Woods

grace and cary

Click here, for a sentimental trip:

…to a place and time where style demanded more than shower curtains, upholstery fabric and industrial strength Spanx.

Where real men did not eat quiche, homosexuals were all nice, and often funny, metrosexuals did not exist and only transvestites wore manliner and mascara.

Where manners were taught, in order to avoid giving the impression of a deep lack of consideration for others.

Protocol required, at a minimum, that you file your taxes. Also that gifts not be all about you. And that you not snub invitations from the Head of State of Norway or the Head of Government of France for a date night. Nor that you humiliate the Prime Minister of Israel, because you’re having a snit.

Fashions were designed to showcase the human body to best effect, not reveal all the imperfections - large and small - in excruciating detail.

The Academy Awards was a show the whole family could watch. And enjoy.

Airline travel required your best clothes, and you needn’t empty your pockets or remove your shoes before being full body x-rayed simply for the privilege of boarding a dirty, smelly air craft.

Brides still feigned virginity on their wedding day, dressing more like a princess than a slut.

Back when you could tell the difference between movie stars and politicians, but neither would have been mistaken for a common street thug.

Our President was fighting communism, instead of implementing it.

*sigh*

Well, a girl can dream...maybe I am Cinderella. Except, no mice around here. Just rats.

A dream is a wish your heart makes
When you're fast asleep
In dreams you lose your heartaches
Whatever you wish for, you keep
Have faith in your dreams and someday
Your rainbow will come smiling thru
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
the dream that you wish will come true

Did I tell you I think I can make my dreams come true? Don’t tell anyone.