Clarity is…..a smile that is unseen.
It is felt through the deep staggered inhale that helps to fight back the tears that is the knowing that something has got to give.
It’s the silence of being alone in a room overcrowded with inner thoughts and the barrenness of answers.
It’s the single teardrop that fights free from the ducts of stubbornness and washes away the armor of personal deceit.
It is the surrender to the cycle of self.
It is rehabilitation of the soul….the rejuvenation of unparalleled confidence.
It is the storm that passes….
and the revelation that it will return.
Clarity is…..a glimpse into maybe.
He walked out of the bathroom of their small 1 bedroom apartment and out into the main room, where his girlfriend of over 6 years sat and filed her nails.
He knew it was time to finally ask her. He couldn’t take the what if’s that ran through his mind anymore.
He had to be straightforward and direct. Confidence was the key.
She looked up at him as he walked into the room and smiled.
He returned the smile and approached her as his hands began to sweat.
“Honey…I need to ask you something…” He began as he faced her.
“Ok.” She kindly replied.
He glanced at the floor, knelt down on one knee and placed what was in his hand on the floor next to him.
He looked up at her lovingly, paused, smiled and began,
Her heart began to race before he could finish. She jumped up and exclaimed,
“YES YES OF COURSE I WILL MARRY YOU!…I need to call my Mother…she doesn’t think you are good enough for me….never has…..but it doesn’t matter now…we are getting married!! I need a dress….we need to start making plans…O….M…..G…bridesmaids…how many? What color for their dresses…we need to learn a cool dance like those ones on the youtube! Wait…wait.,,.before I do anything.. I need the ring….where’s the ring?….PUT IT ON MY FINGER!!”
She said as she stuck her left hand out while continuing her happy dance.
He looked at her bewildered, stood up from his kneeling position and replied,
“I…I…I don’t have a ring…”
“No ring? What do you mean no ring? Don’t you know the rules of engagement? I NEED A RING!” She answered.
“I wasn’t asking you to marry me….” He began as he knelt down and picked up what he had placed next to himself and cautiously continued,
“I was gonna ask….would you please remember to put the cap back on the toothpaste after you use it….it gets all crusty and then SHOOTS out without warning.”
As he spoke he handed her the tube with the crusty top.
She looked at it and replied,
“Toothpaste crust? Then why did you get down on one knee?”
He looked down and pointed as he replied,
“My shoelace is untied.”
I must not have been doing a good job at choosing this weeks selection, because every song I picked, my lovely wife started preaching to me at how awful they were.
“I have never listened to anything that bad”
“Please….TURN THAT OFF!”
So I did, what I believe, any other frustrated husband would do….
“If my picks are so bad, then why don’t you pick a song and I will find a suitable cover for it.”
Only my wife would be able to pick a song, by an iconic artist, none the less, that really has has very few covers that are….original.
“Papa Don’t Preach” by Madonna
First off….Madonna does not bring out my inner child.
Second off….there is no second….I just couldn’t write first off without a second.
The popular covers I found were by Kelli Osbourne, the cast from GLEE, and Celine Dion.
Ugh times 3.
Others were decent but all attempted to sound like Madonna….and that’s not what I do here.
So… I settled on this violin version. She is easy on the eyes and her version is easy on the ears.
I give you a Madonna cover by someone with a name I can’t pronounce much less write.
Just to prove I am still in charge, here is a bonus DEATH METAL version. If you can make it all the way through without cringing….treat yourself to a blow pop.
By request of my wife….
Madonna….by request of my wife….
You have been covered on Sunday.