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Drumroll, please……

My plan was to have posts throughout the week for Round 7 of Lori’s Childhood Trivia. My plan was to read from y’all dozens of examples of One Hit Wonders from the 1970s, hearing from regular commenters and delurking lurkers alike. My plan was to list these other clues:

2. muddy lyrics
3. innocent but not
4. harmony; and finally,
5. my parents must have bit their tongue

My plan was both encouraged and thwarted. Encouraged by several people. Lollipop, Andy, Niobe and Pamela Jeanne came to my sandbox,bringing their memories of songs like One Tin Soldier, Painted Ladies, and Undercover Angel (LOVE that song!). Thanks also to Furrow and Beth for stopping by.

And thwarted by one person, a MAN, the very first male contestant of the game.

But not the first winner from the Lollipop household.

Yes, it was Josh, a/k/a Mr Goldstein, who cracked the code with the classic hit, Afternoon Delight by the Starland Vocal Band. From all the possibilities of One Hit Wonders, how in the world did Josh guess the right one??

For your own trip down memory lane:

And those muddy lyrics I spoke of? You can find them here. They include the murkiest (Started out this morning feeling so polite / I always though a fish could not be caught who wouldn’t bite) and the part that must have caused humongous angst for my parents, who had three teenage girls at the time, every time we set our 45 on ‘repeat’: (and the thought of rubbin’ you is getting so exciting.)

When was the last time YOU had some?


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Bridges is up and running! It’s a consortium of compassionate bloggers, which, I’m guessing, means anyone reading this. If you click over NOW, you can say you were there at the very beginning.

I am the Contributing Editor for Domestic Adoption. As such, I am on the lookout (and requesting your help) in finding blog posts that speak to compassion in this realm, blog posts that show a point of view in the triad with clarity and without rancor.

Thanks to Beth for nominating a post from Flicka, which will be featured in the coming weeks. Please email me any posts that have stuck with you. And if you’d like to submit a guest post, either something you’ve already posted or something new, let me know that, too.


Finally, I refer you to a clever post where Nonlinear Girl juxtaposes a quote of mine with a photo she took (she does these nonlinear posts frequently). I was fortunate enough to meet NG at our BlogHer panel session. You really should also read her IVF rant post.


Since my sore thumb is sticking out like a, well, you know, I’ve been lying low, trying to heal so that I can resume computer-related activities (i.e. work and blogging). All of the browsing and comments I’ve left the past few days have been done left-handed and clumsily.

Fortunately, there are worse places to convalesce. I am at a conference in St Pete Beach, Florida. I’ve been in meetings for two days, and it’s been quite easy on the opposable digit.

I’ve had some free time, which I would normally fill with my two passions: reading and blogging. Because of the ban on the latter, I’ve found some other diversions.

The most fulfilling was meeting Joane, founder of the Forever Parents forum. Joanne has brought together a respectful community of adoptive parents from all types and stages — pre-adoptive to parents of teens, international, domestic and foster/adoptive families, open and closed situations. There is a wealth of experience wisdom there, and I highly recommend this community for any adoptive parent, waiting or current.

Joanne was accompanied by her husband, Billy, and her two daughters. This is a family who thoroughly enjoys being together. I enjoyed basking in the love that flows among them. Here we are:

Billy is in the back with Jacqueline and Shawna; Joanne and I are in front.

After the meetings were finished this afternoon, I got a tented chaise lounge on the beach and relaxed. Just tuned into my iPod, smelled the air and felt the 80 degree breeze on my skin. Delightful. I can’t remember the last time I did NOTHING.

Later I took myself out to dinner. It was the yummiest ahi tuna I’ve ever had, at a table overlooking the water. Complemented by a full-bodied Cabernet.

And nothing else. No chatting, no reading, no checking my Treo. For once in my adult life, I spend a meal simply eating. Maybe that’s a normal occurrence for you, but it isn’t for me. I am always bi- or tri-tasking. And rarely giving attention to my food.

Mindfulness is delicious.

Afterwards, as the sun began to set, I headed back to the hotel along the beach while listening to my iPod. I kicked off my flip flops and walked in the lapping surf, looking at the shells, the remnants of sand castles, and the beach birds. Here’s the song that was on (good for those who like 80s music).

I have one question: does anyone else notice that Susanna Hoffs looks like a cleaned up Amy Winehouse?

Tomorrow I go home.

M M good.

Well, our very clever M made her way through my spider-webby memories and cracked the code for Lori’s Childhood Trivia, Round 2. Here were the clues (which I had just modified because even my sisters — who shared a childhood with me — even they were stumped):

Clue #1: Michigan* (or San Francico or Tampa)
Clue #2: Weekend evening

Now, before I give the winning answer, here are the other clues I had lined up:

Clue #3: Skates or curlers
Clue #4: Tartan

To kill time while your back-brain works on this, I’ll tell you that there is an unexpected art to putting together these clues. You want to set people on the right track but not be too obvious too quickly. You want to play on both the sound and the meaning of the words. You want to pull together geographic, semantic, cultural, and sensory clues. The meting out needs to be evenly paced and ready for either a sprint or a marathon contest.

So. Try it. Please think of your own childhood memory and lead backwards a trail of bread crumbs to that memory. Let me know you’re doing it and I’ll announce your trivia contest here.

Ready for Round #2’s answer?

Bay City Rollers.

My sister and I had a love/hate relationship with this pre-boy-band boy band. Sure, they were cute and their songs were catchy. But even with our tween-age eyes we could see that they were so packaged.

We had our own name for them. It’s not very PC, though. At that stage in our development, everything was about butts. She was a butt, I was a butt, our little sister was a butt. Often our parents were butts (although we never dared say that to their faces).

So we called this very perky group the Butt City Buttocks, our pre-teen way of expressing both fascination and contempt for the Bay City Roller phenomenon.

For those of you who may have missed them the first time around, here are the Butt City Buttocks Bay City Rollers singing Saturday Night.

* According to Wikipedia: [Originally called the Saxons] the band, seeking a less English-sounding moniker, they chose a new name allegedly by throwing a dart at a map of the United States. The dart landed on the map in the state of Arkansas, but since “Arkansas Rollers” did not sound quite right, and might also lead to problems with pronunciation, they tried again and this time the dart landed near the community of Bay City, Michigan.