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Happy Leap Day!

I’ve always had this fascination for a day that only chooses to show up every four years.  I think it has such flair, never wanting to over stay its welcome.  I’ve thought about people born on this day, are almost measured in dog years minus three.

Puppicasso doesn’t equate things in terms of age, but he has imagine if he himself was born on Leap Day, would he have to multiply his age by 11 years?  Oy, he feels old enough already.  Although this day is a celebration to him, of a little more time to play, so I give you Puppicasso-a-leaping.

http://youtu.be/G_4jESA4PRk

With all this celebration in the morning, we were saddened to find out that afternoon that Davy Jones from the Monkees had died suddenly.  Puppicasso and I are with heavy heart, because as we got an extra day, that day became his last.

Puppi dedicates his favorite Monkees song to him:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBlitTE9kLk

 Anyone remember this fab 70s boy band/TV show The Monkees? 

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I was five years old when I saw their show for the first time, and I was in L-O-V-E. The funny crazy episodes, the catchy songs, the cute guys. I asked my mom if Davy Jones would wait for me to grow up, so I could marry him. She didn't stop laughing long enough to answer, but I put two and two together and figured out that being five was a curse. I saved my allowance and bought their album, which I played religiously day after day, singing and dancing my heart out. "Come on won't you sing and play? We're the young generation and we've got something to say." (And that something is simply that they are the Monkees.) Also, "I'm a believer!" (Doesn't matter in what, really).

I still listen to them, though now they're on my iPod. And it's not their looks or their crazy, kooky storylines, it's their music. It sounds like they're having fun with it. And their fun is contagious. That's how I want my writing to read, like I'm having fun with it. Because I am*.

I just finished reading Kristin Walker's A Match Made in High School, walkwrite, and I smiled my way through it. It reads like she had a blast writing it, and it's great fun to read. Meg Cabot has that same fun factor in her stories. I hope one day some reader somewhere will smile through my stories.



*Except for those days when I'm pulling my hair out over that something that's missing, but what is it, I just don't know. Bam. Bam. Bam. Headdesk.