March 31, 2011

Check It Out

Posted in General Interest tagged , , , at 12:07 PM by Dawne Webber

Just wanted to tell you about two pages I added to my site. You can find them under Places to Go on the right side of the page. I’ll be updating both occasionally, so check back every now and then.

Check It Out-Listens are links to songs for you to check out. If you click on Comments, you can share song titles and/or links that interest you or you can make comments on the ones I’ve posted.

Check It Out-Reads are books I’ve read and rated based on my personal opinion. You can share your latest reads or post comments by clicking Comments at the bottom of the page.

March 30, 2011

Happy 26th Annivesary

Posted in Life at 5:00 PM by Dawne Webber

To my husband:

I would do it all again in a heartbeat. Here’s to the next 26.

Rock Star has nothing on you!

I love you!


This is from a costume party. We are not normally this stylish.

Grow old along with me!

The best is yet to be,

The last of life, for which the first was made:

Our times are in His hand

Who saith “A whole I planned,

Youth shows but half; trust God: see all nor be afraid”

Robert Browning

March 29, 2011

Woulda, Coulda…

Posted in Life tagged , , , at 6:48 PM by Dawne Webber

Remember that thing you swore you were going to do but you never did? Do you think it’s too late or that it can wait until life slows down a little? Think about it for a moment. Maybe now is the right time to go for it.

Writing a book and learning to play the drums have always topped my list.

I love the drums. I don’t know why. I always wanted to learn how to play them. I mean really play, not just play air drums or with pencils on the table (been there, done that).

I was in my late twenties when I decided to take the plunge. I took my toddler and headed to the drum store near our house. I walked in—and I walked right back out.

There were two young guys behind the counter wearing the heavy metal attire of the day. I felt so old (ONLY TWENTY-SEVEN) with my toddler, wearing my mom jeans and driving a mini-van. I decided the opportunity had passed.

Nathan Followill-KOL Drummer Extraordinaire

My husband is familiar with the drums due to his days in a garage band and we would talk about getting a drum kit and taking lessons together. That’s as far as that went.

Four children and a few years later, I still love the drums. My husband and I go  to watch local bands occasionally. He puts up with my zillion comments throughout the evening: “Which one is the high-hat? Which is the crash?” “Look, he holds the drumsticks the other way,” and the most common one, usually whispered in awe: “How does he do that?”

But this is not a sad story. The ending is not “shoulda”, but “kinda”.

My kids got Rock Band for the Wii and I would watch them play. After much prodding, I sat down at the drums and played a Lennie Kravitz song. Wow. I was hooked.

Dave Grohl-"Everlong" Mastermind

The day I played my favorite song, “Everlong” (which is in the Impossible category) on medium difficulty and scored 99% was a milestone I will always remember (seriously). I told my kids the day I scored 100% we would have a huge party. They bugged me endlessly to try for 100% until they got so sick of “Everlong” they couldn’t stand to listen to it anymore.

I haven’t had time to play Rock Band lately but maybe when the kids get older they will give me a real drum kit for Mother’s Day.


March 27, 2011

The First Time in More Ways Than One.

Posted in Life tagged , , , at 11:10 PM by Dawne Webber

I was writing a novel in which the main character decided to remain a virgin until she got married. Her reasons (they weren’t religious or prudish reasons) and her boyfriend’s reaction and attitude toward her decision played a role in the story. The fact that their wedding night would be their first night together, and her first time having sex would impact their lives later.

After “Soul Sister” read the manuscript, she said, “No way. A guy would not wait five years for a girl no matter how much he loved her.” I was surprised because Soul Sister likes to view the world through her tiny little rose-colored glasses.

I didn’t like her response. My rose-colored glasses on the subject were still firmly perched. So, I went to the next most reliable source I had on male behavior, my husband.

“Nope. Never happen,” he said resolutely.

“Not even if he loved her very much?”

“I would say a guy would wait four or five months tops, if her really loved her.”

OK, I realize it’s hypocritical of me to be disappointed. Not only did I not wait until I got married, I lived with him for two years first. Still, for some reason it made me sad to think it was impossible for a couple to wait. I reluctantly changed the story slightly.

I met a young newlywed just a few months later. She had read my manuscript and we were discussing it. I told her about my original plan to have the characters wait to make love until their wedding night. She told me that she and her fiance–yes, this is true–waited five years until their wedding night. I wiped the smudge off my rose-colored glasses with a smile. But I didn’t change the plot of the story back to the  original. Five years is just too unbelievable.


What are your thoughts? If you read a book and the characters waited until their wedding night, would you think it was unbelievably unrealistic? Do you have an opinion about a couple waiting to have sex until they are married?

March 26, 2011

Rock star and Tiny Dancer

Posted in Humor tagged , , , , , , at 11:41 AM by Dawne Webber

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be married to a rock star?

I admit to dreams in high school of a rock star wedding–like Elton John’s song, “Tiny Dancer”. That is the epitome of rock and roll matrimonial bliss.

Little, petite ballerina (she may be tiny, but to be rock star wife a certain part of her anatomy must be well-endowed) married to tall, gorgeous, long-haired Rockstar, with great biceps. Maybe he’s the drummer. (He wouldn’t look like Elton John, nothing personal.)

Rockstar is so besotted with Tiny Dancer. Yes, that is actually the first word that comes to mind when I think of him. You can just tell from the song that they have a great sex life. He would never cheat on her. She is always on his mind.

All day long she sews clothes for the guys in the band. I wonder how much of these guys she gets to see while she’s fitting them, but I know Tiny Dancer would never notice. She loves her Rockstar too much. I imagine she sews all their clothes by hand with meticulously even, strong, tiny stitches.  No machine for Tiny Dancer; it would not be practical on the bus.

What kind of things does she sew for the band? Rockstar cannot be a KISS wannabe or a glam-rocker with glittery leggings and nipple-baring silk tanks. He is a tight jeans kind of guy. Plain tanks or cool t’s (NOT Plain White T’s). Maybe she’s just along to mend the rips in the tight jeans (or even make strategic, stylish rips) and darn the sheets of linen and the socks.

She dances in the sand while Rockstar sits on a rotting log and watches with admiration. She is the most beautiful, delicate, well-endowed creature he has ever seen. But he doesn’t join her; he’s too awkward.  Soon the bus is gassed up and it’s time to leave the beach and head to the next gig. Tiny Dancer sits next to Rockstar and leans against his six-pack abs while she threads a needle or reads a book. If it’s dark, she can count the headlights; she finds it very relaxing after her busy day.

She yawns and Rockstar looks down at her with love in his eyes. Then he puts his pen back to the paper and finishes the beautiful rock love song he is writing for her. Actually, I think he’s using an iPad.

Does she know women throw their bras at him every night?

This is a parody.

Wikipedia says: Often, the most satisfying element of a good parody is seeing others mistake it for the genuine article.

I thought this was very obviously a parody, until my husband and best friend took it literally and thought I was reliving “misty-eyed high school memories” (husband’s exact words). The people who know me best took it much more seriously than I intended.

I am curious how the people who don’t know me took it. What was your reaction? Did you realize it was a parody or did you take it seriously? Thanks!

Want to see the song? Can you believe he was ever that young!?

Watch Stefano Langone sing it on this week’s American Idol:


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