We had the most awesome clinic at Road Runner Sports on Saturday. They did the whole thing for free in support of Team in Training.
We showed up early before the store opened. It started with a whole bunch of information about what things you need (and those you don’t) all based around a variety of fitness levels, distances, run/walk, and the like. It was cool to have someone actually tell you what you DON’T need to buy instead of trying to sell you the store.
Then we went for our run. We ran around the airport, which was different than our normal up and down billygoat route up in the hills of PV. I have to say it was not my favorite run. We had to deal with avgas fumes, cars that thought they were qualifying for Indy, and whole lot of folks who had flooded and muddy grass.
Once we got done with our run the folks at Road Runner had another clinic for us. Basically they had you walk around on pressure mats and then they video taped you running. Between the two they could tell you if you were in the right shoes or not. Again it was cool that they were pretty open about telling you if your shoes were fine. They also have a deal where you get a sixty day trial of the shoes and if you don’t like them, you can return them. Yes, that means RUN in them for sixty days and still be able to return them. It is pretty cool.
http://www.roadrunnersports.com/
So when my turn came for the “Shoe dog”, they had me walk on the mats and run for the camera. Then the girl pulled my video up on the screen. “That’s not me.” I told her. She looked me oddly, checked the time and the file name before replying that she was sure it was. We did a few “are you sure”s and “yes I am”s before she finally asked me why I didn’t think it was me. I finally had to tell her that I didn’t think my legs looked like that. She sighed like she had heard that a million times and then almost hurt herself laughing as I finished my thought…. “I had no idea my legs were that cute.” After she stopped choking she had to admit that this was the first time she had had something think they looked too good on the video.
End result of the Shoe Dog clinic? I have a new pair of shoes to test drive and cute legs…..
Oh, and I bought some socks that would drive Jane and Bob to distraction. They are SO soft and padded on the bottom!!! I think I am going to live in them.
These are not the exact ones I got but they are the same foot part….
http://www.roadrunnersports.com/rrs/products/BLG104/
It has decided to be winter here now. I know those of you back north and east will mock this but seriously last night it got down to 47 here at the beach. It was down to 53 in the house. I was bundled up and buried under blankets thinking seriously about turning on the heat. I tucked myself into bed under the sheets, blankets, and an afghan. I woke up this morning with the afghan wrapped around my head and the rest of me burritoed in the blankets and the rest of the afghan. I peeked over the side of the bed and saw that Miss Isabelle must have been cold too as she had pulled a part of the blanket down over herself and had her tail wrapped tightly over her nose. Even the bunny was in a tightly packed ball with her paws tucked under her body versus her usual flat pose. It was so cold that when I met up with The Man for breakfast he greeted me with “morning nanuk” as a mocking assessment of the four layers I had on. Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr……
I finally gave in and went to the grocery store today. Since I keep thinking I am going to move any day I have been putting it off. This means I had finally made my way through every dish in the freezer, all my pantry stock, and was resorting to eating odd things. So I broke down and went.
I went to a different store than usual because I had a coupon that only they took. Big mistake in one way, good call in another.
It was a big mistake because their produce was rediculously overpriced and poor quality so now I will need to still hit another store to get any fresh foods.
It was a good call because as I was wandering up and down the aisles, I rounded a corner just in time to see something that still has me laughing. I rounded the corner and in front of me coming my way down the aisle is a thirty something guy. As we neared each other and both glanced up at the same time, we exchanged hellos and smiles. Then he suddenly did something so totally unexpected. He glanced over at the shelf and literally did the whole “YES” and fist pump thing.
Note 13 to 17 seconds.
Then he glanced back up and saw me watching him, blushed, and pointed… “No one carries this!” he said as he pulled the case of diet 7-up with fruit juice off the shelf and slid it into his cart. I couldn’t help but laugh at his embarrassed face before letting him off the hook with a big smile. “It is great to see someone get that excited over something GOOD for a change.” He grinned back and wandered off whistling down the aisle. It is still cracking me up.
One other good thing about going to that store, we are supposed to be drinking “sports drinks” along with water to keep our electrolytes and sugar up. I don’t know if y’all have ever noticed but almost ALL of those things are loaded with high fructose corn syrup which is really bad for you. While I was at that store I saw that they had “vitamin water” on sale. It is pretty much the same stuff only it does not have HFCS in it. It uses juice or sugar to sweeten it. I was interested so I took a bottle and test-drove it in the store. Yummy. So I picked up a few bottles to meet my team-required beverages.
So in self defense, I have been baking and doing laundry since I got in this evening. I figure not only do I get a good dinner and clean clothes, I get a bit of heat too……
I think the dog approves, she is laying between the stove and the washer.
Oh, for those of you who read this far and are now hungry. My favorite “snack”.
Take some medium slices of mozzarella cheese and lay them out in an overlapping rectangle.
Sprinkle them with crushed red chillis.
Lay over lapping slices of salami on top.
Roll entire thing up, wrap tightly, and chill.
When ready to eat, slice across the roll in thin slices.
Enjoy!
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Sunday, November 15, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Bad Habits and Slow Learning Curves
Ever notice how over time you acquire your own little unique bad habits? I am not talking about those bad habits like smoking, drinking, or whatever, I am talking about the LITTLE bad habits. Everyone has them. Some are petty annoyances to those around us and others probably skate by virtually unnoticed until something draws your attention to them.
I have a few of those kind of bad habits. Most were acquired through some form or other of necessity or ease of function over the years. One rather recent addition to my list of bad habits lately has to do with my morning yoghurt.
I get cranky if I don’t get my yoghurt in the morning. More than my coffee, this directly affects my mood for the day. Coffee, yeah I love it but I do pass it by on many days. Yoghurt, not so much. One of the medicines I take messes up my system pretty bad and the only way to keep from being a burpy, heartburny mess is yoghurt. I am really picky about what kind I eat. It can’t have artificial sweetener or its evil twin HFCS in it. I am not a fan of fruit chunks, though I REALLY miss the Yoplait custard style with nuts from the 80s.
Over the years I have been forced time and again to find new sources of the proper style of yoghurt. In some cases, there have been periods where I was even forced to make my own. With the recent surge in its popularity I had to shift again as everything became a flavored, sugary mess again.
I switched to YoBaby yoghurt a while back. I love the fact that it is all the things I look for in yoghurt. It does not contain anything artificial and the fruit is all pureed. It comes in wonderful but not overly fancified flavors like banana, plain, apple, blueberry, and others.
I ALSO love the fact that it comes in smaller cups. I think that like everything the size of yoghurt cups has got out of control over the years. I used to open one and dish it into smaller sizes of Tupperware to be eaten over a few days but with YoBaby I don’t need to do that any more.
Wait, when did this become a testimonial to YoBaby and stop being about bad habits? Have patience, I am getting there.
So every morning, as I run out the door on whatever thing I am going to do that day, I grab my little cup of YoBaby. I am usually at work just a very short time when that little cup of yoghurty goodness begins to call my name. It almost ALWAYS calls when we are just getting involved in whatever project of the day so I have developed the bad habit of… (AHA! You say, here it comes!)
I shake the heck out of the container and peel back that foil top. A quick lick to the foil and it goes in the recycle bin. Then I turn that little cup on its corner and drink my yoghurt. It is not MADE to be drunk like that but I seldom have time to go find a spoon and eat it that way. It simply takes to long so I started to simply drink the stuff right out of the cup. It is a bit of a bad habit. My own personal little weirdness. No one ever comments on it any more though I used to get teased about it. I think they are just used to it now. In fact a few of the guys have taken to drinking things not meant to be drunk as well (ravioli out of the can unheated…).
So where does that learning curve come into this? It is rather cold here right now. Well by California standards at any rate. Usually my little YoBaby sits in the car until I am ready for it so it gets a bit of greenhouse action in the winter from the sun shining through the windows. Today, an aftereffect of no less than FOUR encores that kept us out late and an early call from The Man alerting me that he was on his way to help with the truck, I am a bit groggy.
I wanted that yoghurt and I wanted it NOW. I fixed a coffee and while it sat patiently waiting for me, I grabbed that ice cold YoBaby out of the fridge, gave it a shake and ripped the foil off as usual. I tipped that container back and took a swig. Then reeled back in horror as the cold watery part of the yoghurt slithered down my cheek. I grabbed a towel and wiped my face. Trust me when I say you don’t want me the describe THAT feeling the actual way it felt. Let’s just say ick for now.
So anyway, I wiped my face, I wiped my shirt off where the watery mess had landed, and one might think I might have paid more attention. Nope. I promptly tipped that cup up again with the same effect. Lather, rinse, and repeat. I was now laughing as I wiped off my face and shirt one more time. The thought of poor learning curve ran through my head. I started planning this blog. I laughed at my own bad habit biting me in the butt. Then I did it again.
I mean seriously, what are the odds right? I LOOKED in the cup first and it looked to be all creamy yoghurt. I didn’t see any of that watery stuff and figuring by now it was all in my shirt and the towel… So I did it again. Third time’s the charm? Nope. Same thing. The second the yoghurt slid forward in the cup, the water got me again.
I was quick this time, you see I was not so blasé as one might think. I DID learn something from those first two times. I WAS LEANING OVER THE SINK! Clever! Wise! Some might say, Brilliant! Yes! There I was, leaning over the sink, head tipped BACK with ice cold yoghurt water again running down my face and onto my shirt.
DAMN PHYSICS ANYWAY!
Excuse, me I need a clean shirt…..
And a spoon.
I have a few of those kind of bad habits. Most were acquired through some form or other of necessity or ease of function over the years. One rather recent addition to my list of bad habits lately has to do with my morning yoghurt.
I get cranky if I don’t get my yoghurt in the morning. More than my coffee, this directly affects my mood for the day. Coffee, yeah I love it but I do pass it by on many days. Yoghurt, not so much. One of the medicines I take messes up my system pretty bad and the only way to keep from being a burpy, heartburny mess is yoghurt. I am really picky about what kind I eat. It can’t have artificial sweetener or its evil twin HFCS in it. I am not a fan of fruit chunks, though I REALLY miss the Yoplait custard style with nuts from the 80s.
Over the years I have been forced time and again to find new sources of the proper style of yoghurt. In some cases, there have been periods where I was even forced to make my own. With the recent surge in its popularity I had to shift again as everything became a flavored, sugary mess again.
I switched to YoBaby yoghurt a while back. I love the fact that it is all the things I look for in yoghurt. It does not contain anything artificial and the fruit is all pureed. It comes in wonderful but not overly fancified flavors like banana, plain, apple, blueberry, and others.
I ALSO love the fact that it comes in smaller cups. I think that like everything the size of yoghurt cups has got out of control over the years. I used to open one and dish it into smaller sizes of Tupperware to be eaten over a few days but with YoBaby I don’t need to do that any more.
Wait, when did this become a testimonial to YoBaby and stop being about bad habits? Have patience, I am getting there.
So every morning, as I run out the door on whatever thing I am going to do that day, I grab my little cup of YoBaby. I am usually at work just a very short time when that little cup of yoghurty goodness begins to call my name. It almost ALWAYS calls when we are just getting involved in whatever project of the day so I have developed the bad habit of… (AHA! You say, here it comes!)
I shake the heck out of the container and peel back that foil top. A quick lick to the foil and it goes in the recycle bin. Then I turn that little cup on its corner and drink my yoghurt. It is not MADE to be drunk like that but I seldom have time to go find a spoon and eat it that way. It simply takes to long so I started to simply drink the stuff right out of the cup. It is a bit of a bad habit. My own personal little weirdness. No one ever comments on it any more though I used to get teased about it. I think they are just used to it now. In fact a few of the guys have taken to drinking things not meant to be drunk as well (ravioli out of the can unheated…).
So where does that learning curve come into this? It is rather cold here right now. Well by California standards at any rate. Usually my little YoBaby sits in the car until I am ready for it so it gets a bit of greenhouse action in the winter from the sun shining through the windows. Today, an aftereffect of no less than FOUR encores that kept us out late and an early call from The Man alerting me that he was on his way to help with the truck, I am a bit groggy.
I wanted that yoghurt and I wanted it NOW. I fixed a coffee and while it sat patiently waiting for me, I grabbed that ice cold YoBaby out of the fridge, gave it a shake and ripped the foil off as usual. I tipped that container back and took a swig. Then reeled back in horror as the cold watery part of the yoghurt slithered down my cheek. I grabbed a towel and wiped my face. Trust me when I say you don’t want me the describe THAT feeling the actual way it felt. Let’s just say ick for now.
So anyway, I wiped my face, I wiped my shirt off where the watery mess had landed, and one might think I might have paid more attention. Nope. I promptly tipped that cup up again with the same effect. Lather, rinse, and repeat. I was now laughing as I wiped off my face and shirt one more time. The thought of poor learning curve ran through my head. I started planning this blog. I laughed at my own bad habit biting me in the butt. Then I did it again.
I mean seriously, what are the odds right? I LOOKED in the cup first and it looked to be all creamy yoghurt. I didn’t see any of that watery stuff and figuring by now it was all in my shirt and the towel… So I did it again. Third time’s the charm? Nope. Same thing. The second the yoghurt slid forward in the cup, the water got me again.
I was quick this time, you see I was not so blasé as one might think. I DID learn something from those first two times. I WAS LEANING OVER THE SINK! Clever! Wise! Some might say, Brilliant! Yes! There I was, leaning over the sink, head tipped BACK with ice cold yoghurt water again running down my face and onto my shirt.
DAMN PHYSICS ANYWAY!
Excuse, me I need a clean shirt…..
And a spoon.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Old Skool Red Neck
I know it is hard to believe this but there was a time when I did not have a stove or an oven. It was back in the early days of living by myself at college. I had a snazzy little apartment that had only a fridge/freezer for appliances.
I know some of you are already laughing remembering what's coming. I know ONE of you is falling out of your chair remembering me carrying it home on the BUS.
I had a snazzy little apartment, a fridge, and THIS.......
It was a very SMALL and high tech for the time combination microwave, toaster, convection oven...... and I swear it weighed more than the fridge.
Seems like a mircowave these days weighs nothing...that sucker was heavy and it was a LONG way from the mall for someone who was still hoofing it those days.
But I digress, it made it home at any rate.
It pretty well served its purpose of allowing me to cook most things. I had my toast in the morning, I could nuke leftovers, and I could bake. What more could you want?
Grilled cheese. Or to those of you south of the MD line... that would be a cheese toastie.
I found a work around for that too....eventually. It works!
First, toast your bread.
Now, add your cheese slices to the toast (after removing it from the toaster for the very literal of you)..
Now comes the college genius...
Assemble your sandwich and nuke it for JUST long enough to melt the cheese..... let it sit for a second.
Now eat it. Perfect. For added reality, you can butter both sides of the toast before nuking.
Why bring this up now? Since I have been sick and lazy... I have returned to my red neck roots and cheese toasties made this way.....and it is just as good today.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Defunkified for July 10, 2007
Yesterday while I was still deep in my funk, Haley pointed out the number of words in her tag cloud that she used MOST often and how some of them had serendipitous and entertaining connections. I had it in my head that I should take a look at my own tag cloud. I got as far as copying them down before the mood left.
I didn’t blog my original blog yesterday, I wrote some nastiness that hopefully will NEVER leave my e-mail, and failed yet again to follow through on a promise. Then today, Haley (dang her and her like-mindedness) blogs about the effects of procrastination…..
Meh, trapped, hoist on me own petard, and forced to walk me own dern plank…. Fine, finkle finger of fate….. Here, happy now?
These are the 40 items in MY Tag Cloud that get used the most often and are therefore in large type…. I am going to expand a bit on them in much the manner that I do with my friends list… because, well, it is my blog and I can do what I want to in it.
alien: How can I not spend a fair amount of time on these guys, they are my two closest friends and a huge part of my life.
andy_walo: What can I say, give credit where credit is due, this guy is a fabulous musician.
bands: Yeah well, I love live music. I try to encourage it where I can.
california: It is my home, I can’t imagine ever living elsewhere again…but am sure I will.
challenge: I have a lot of this in my life. I blog it for “posterity” in case my family ever wants to know and to hopefully inspire others….also used for those “writing challenges”.
cheese: Some days, you just need to have cheese. You can’t always be all serious and stuff.
date: I find a number of things are date related…some are even interesting.
death: Yeah well it IS the final outcome of life. It will happen to us all eventually.
Dog: I love my dog, she loves me back.
family: You can’t choose them, you have to go with what you got, or make your own…I do both.
friends: These you can chose…and some of mine make the jump to the previous tag.
happiness: Some days it is more elusive than others but it is the second strongest emotion in my arsenal.
hermosabeach: My spiritual home.
history: I have NO clue how this got to be such a big category…. I am TERRIBLE with history.
humor: yeah well, it keeps me going. You HAVE TO have a sense of humor in this life… in order to keep your happiness alive…
illness: See Aliens.
injury: It happens, it took a large chunk of my life….it gets written about.
jimmy_buffett: Oh man, this guy has the BEST lyric base. I can always find something to suit my mood. He has been one of my favorite musicians at every stage of my life.
life: Life is what happens while you are busy making plans…don’t let it get away from you… it is all well and good to plan for tomorrow as long as you still LIVE today you only get one shot at today.
love: It is a huge part of life. It is also a huge part of MY life.
me: It is MY blog, generally things here tend to reflect that…sorry if it is selfish.
music: There it is again…you would think it was important to me or something.
opinions: I have them and I am NOT afraid to use them.
perception: I have a very weird point of view. I am aware of it. Sometimes it gets away from me. I point it out sometimes.
pictures: I LOVE PICTURES! They are like little chunks of time saved forever!
quotes: I use a few I guess. Many people inspire me with their words.
sad: It happens, I try to keep it to a minimum but you need some to balance out your life.
self-belief: I have a hard time believing in myself sometimes. It comes out here…
self-image: Goes right along with the previous one. I simply can NOT see myself the same way you guys claim to.
series: I have written a few…they get upgraded automatically because well by definition…there is more than one...der.
sister: I have a few. I talk about one more than the others.
soul: I believe firmly in the power of it…
tag: I get tagged from time to time. I don’t like to do them because they get out of hand fast….but once in a while there is a good one…
theman: Yeah well…what can I say, I love the guy.
unfiltered: a recent addition that seems to be getting a lot of use….it means I tried to be brutally honest and not filter.
weather: It is a hot topic I tell ya.
weatherwithyou: It was a series….it is also a fantastic Jimmy Buffett CD.
weird: By my very nature, I find a lot of things weird, including most often, myself.
work: It takes up a large chunk of my every single day, it ends up getting written about.
writing: It is WHAT I do after all…first and foremost it is ME.
As for that promise mentioned up there, since it coincidentally matches the tags I will include it here: A while back I was given a gift from a buddy. My buddy, who goes by the name of Dick Deluxe gave me a copy of his CD ,Don't Borax the Borax Man. I told him I would give it a listen and tell him honestly what I thought of it.
I listened almost immediately and have not had a chance to talk to him since to tell him what I think of it. I like it. It is not my “normal style” of music (as if I have one) but it fits my “if it has a beat and you can sing to it” criteria so it passes. I could not POSSIBLY even begin to describe the type of music. Even HE can’t really describe it and says: “I'm describing as alt country, Americana, alt blues and country soul. What do I know?” As for ME I am going to simply describe it as “good” and tell you to go listen for yourself. Dick, buddy, if you are reading this….thanks for the CD, it gets a fair amount of airtime and a thumbs up from me.
I didn’t blog my original blog yesterday, I wrote some nastiness that hopefully will NEVER leave my e-mail, and failed yet again to follow through on a promise. Then today, Haley (dang her and her like-mindedness) blogs about the effects of procrastination…..
Meh, trapped, hoist on me own petard, and forced to walk me own dern plank…. Fine, finkle finger of fate….. Here, happy now?
These are the 40 items in MY Tag Cloud that get used the most often and are therefore in large type…. I am going to expand a bit on them in much the manner that I do with my friends list… because, well, it is my blog and I can do what I want to in it.
alien: How can I not spend a fair amount of time on these guys, they are my two closest friends and a huge part of my life.
andy_walo: What can I say, give credit where credit is due, this guy is a fabulous musician.
bands: Yeah well, I love live music. I try to encourage it where I can.
california: It is my home, I can’t imagine ever living elsewhere again…but am sure I will.
challenge: I have a lot of this in my life. I blog it for “posterity” in case my family ever wants to know and to hopefully inspire others….also used for those “writing challenges”.
cheese: Some days, you just need to have cheese. You can’t always be all serious and stuff.
date: I find a number of things are date related…some are even interesting.
death: Yeah well it IS the final outcome of life. It will happen to us all eventually.
Dog: I love my dog, she loves me back.
family: You can’t choose them, you have to go with what you got, or make your own…I do both.
friends: These you can chose…and some of mine make the jump to the previous tag.
happiness: Some days it is more elusive than others but it is the second strongest emotion in my arsenal.
hermosabeach: My spiritual home.
history: I have NO clue how this got to be such a big category…. I am TERRIBLE with history.
humor: yeah well, it keeps me going. You HAVE TO have a sense of humor in this life… in order to keep your happiness alive…
illness: See Aliens.
injury: It happens, it took a large chunk of my life….it gets written about.
jimmy_buffett: Oh man, this guy has the BEST lyric base. I can always find something to suit my mood. He has been one of my favorite musicians at every stage of my life.
life: Life is what happens while you are busy making plans…don’t let it get away from you… it is all well and good to plan for tomorrow as long as you still LIVE today you only get one shot at today.
love: It is a huge part of life. It is also a huge part of MY life.
me: It is MY blog, generally things here tend to reflect that…sorry if it is selfish.
music: There it is again…you would think it was important to me or something.
opinions: I have them and I am NOT afraid to use them.
perception: I have a very weird point of view. I am aware of it. Sometimes it gets away from me. I point it out sometimes.
pictures: I LOVE PICTURES! They are like little chunks of time saved forever!
quotes: I use a few I guess. Many people inspire me with their words.
sad: It happens, I try to keep it to a minimum but you need some to balance out your life.
self-belief: I have a hard time believing in myself sometimes. It comes out here…
self-image: Goes right along with the previous one. I simply can NOT see myself the same way you guys claim to.
series: I have written a few…they get upgraded automatically because well by definition…there is more than one...der.
sister: I have a few. I talk about one more than the others.
soul: I believe firmly in the power of it…
tag: I get tagged from time to time. I don’t like to do them because they get out of hand fast….but once in a while there is a good one…
theman: Yeah well…what can I say, I love the guy.
unfiltered: a recent addition that seems to be getting a lot of use….it means I tried to be brutally honest and not filter.
weather: It is a hot topic I tell ya.
weatherwithyou: It was a series….it is also a fantastic Jimmy Buffett CD.
weird: By my very nature, I find a lot of things weird, including most often, myself.
work: It takes up a large chunk of my every single day, it ends up getting written about.
writing: It is WHAT I do after all…first and foremost it is ME.
As for that promise mentioned up there, since it coincidentally matches the tags I will include it here: A while back I was given a gift from a buddy. My buddy, who goes by the name of Dick Deluxe gave me a copy of his CD ,Don't Borax the Borax Man. I told him I would give it a listen and tell him honestly what I thought of it.
I listened almost immediately and have not had a chance to talk to him since to tell him what I think of it. I like it. It is not my “normal style” of music (as if I have one) but it fits my “if it has a beat and you can sing to it” criteria so it passes. I could not POSSIBLY even begin to describe the type of music. Even HE can’t really describe it and says: “I'm describing as alt country, Americana, alt blues and country soul. What do I know?” As for ME I am going to simply describe it as “good” and tell you to go listen for yourself. Dick, buddy, if you are reading this….thanks for the CD, it gets a fair amount of airtime and a thumbs up from me.
When I Finally Grow a Pair on July 09, 2007
So I have had one of those days that just makes me want to write a nasty blog and in fact I did. I wrote a great spoof on that tag going around and called it "10 weird things that really hack DeeAnne off". I didn't post it because as with most controversial things... I gave myself a cooling off period and e-mailed it to myself. Good thing I did because I came home and my entire DAY changed… I arrived at the house to find a PACKAGE on my door step…
So now, I am reclining nekkid on my bed playing with the contents of it. I have the feather boa wrapped around my leg so I don’t get cold and I am feeling kind of happy and good playing with my new pair….of nuts. Oh yeah I am a happy camper…..and I gots me some GREAT friends.....
So now, I am reclining nekkid on my bed playing with the contents of it. I have the feather boa wrapped around my leg so I don’t get cold and I am feeling kind of happy and good playing with my new pair….of nuts. Oh yeah I am a happy camper…..and I gots me some GREAT friends.....
Thursday, July 5, 2007
I am definitely awake NOW....
Thursday:
Five AM came WAY too soon….So this morning I was sitting in my office half asleep going over the notes my boss left scattered across my desk. Ok half asleep is an understatement, I was well into my second cup of coffee and pretty much still asleep but that is not the point, let’s just say I was less than present. I have on the “usual” office attire that is a skirt, blouse, my everyday shoes, and my long fuzzy sweater(cold in my office). I am trying VERY hard to concentrate on the papers in front of me when something extremely large crawls up my bare leg. I am not ashamed to say I squealed like a girl as my leg shot out and hit the bottom edge of the desk HARD. I saw something large and brown get catapulted off my leg and under the drawer section of the desk as my chair shot back.
It is this moment when the sudden movement attracts attention from the hall. My chair is a good three feet away from my desk with me still in it. I am bent over hugging my wounded leg and trying to get an angle to SEE what it is under my desk. This apparently is not at ALL concerning as the co-worker who stuck his head in says calmly “so how was your day?” I spare “J” a glance long enough to say “yesterday was fine, today so far not so good.” It is at this point my pose seems to register with him. “you ok?” I share the story with him and we share a laugh.
Then “J” too begins to wonder what EXACTLY IS under my desk. He comes around to the other side and tries to get an angle to see. No luck. He rattles the LAN cable to see if he can get the thing to move out of the shadows. Nope, it won’t budge. He glances around then gets on his hands and knees and crawls under the desk! He crawls around and tried to get an angle and suddenly I hear “dear god!” and he shoots out from under the desk. He quickly peruses the top of my desk and grabs the paper towel that I normally set my coffee on. He goes back under the desk and I see his arm reach into the dark space carefully. He makes a quick grab, yells “sweet holy jesus!” and flies out of the space. He throws the towel in the trash and does the whole shivery, wiggly, creepy crawly dance. I raise an eyebrow at him as he twitches and moves to the doorway. Then with a shudder and one more “dear god” he trots down the hall to the men’s room.
I glance over into the trashcan and find myself face to “face” with a very dead, very large cockroach (yeah the picture was a spoiler). This thing is massive. By massive I mean over two inches long. Needless to say, I left my office very quickly. I wandered to the back and found my very brave coworker. He was in his own office still twitching and mumbling. I thanked him profusely and we had a nervous laugh about the whole thing much to the amusement of my other co-workers. They are not used to such girly behavior from me and my description of my girlish reaction amused them….right up until “J” described the SIZE of the thing, then the crowd dispersed rapidly.
I finally made my way back to my office and after scouting the area under my desk very carefully (from a distance) sat back down. Needless to say, my legs are NOT going under that desk for a while. I will have a huge bruise on my leg and a complex about putting my legs under my desk for sometime... Currently cross-legged in the chair turned sideways so no part of me is subject to further attacks.
The feeling of something THAT large unexpectedly walking up your bare leg is indescribable.
My coworkers are now trying to spook me by making scurrying noises on the walls around my office.
Five AM came WAY too soon….So this morning I was sitting in my office half asleep going over the notes my boss left scattered across my desk. Ok half asleep is an understatement, I was well into my second cup of coffee and pretty much still asleep but that is not the point, let’s just say I was less than present. I have on the “usual” office attire that is a skirt, blouse, my everyday shoes, and my long fuzzy sweater(cold in my office). I am trying VERY hard to concentrate on the papers in front of me when something extremely large crawls up my bare leg. I am not ashamed to say I squealed like a girl as my leg shot out and hit the bottom edge of the desk HARD. I saw something large and brown get catapulted off my leg and under the drawer section of the desk as my chair shot back.
It is this moment when the sudden movement attracts attention from the hall. My chair is a good three feet away from my desk with me still in it. I am bent over hugging my wounded leg and trying to get an angle to SEE what it is under my desk. This apparently is not at ALL concerning as the co-worker who stuck his head in says calmly “so how was your day?” I spare “J” a glance long enough to say “yesterday was fine, today so far not so good.” It is at this point my pose seems to register with him. “you ok?” I share the story with him and we share a laugh.
Then “J” too begins to wonder what EXACTLY IS under my desk. He comes around to the other side and tries to get an angle to see. No luck. He rattles the LAN cable to see if he can get the thing to move out of the shadows. Nope, it won’t budge. He glances around then gets on his hands and knees and crawls under the desk! He crawls around and tried to get an angle and suddenly I hear “dear god!” and he shoots out from under the desk. He quickly peruses the top of my desk and grabs the paper towel that I normally set my coffee on. He goes back under the desk and I see his arm reach into the dark space carefully. He makes a quick grab, yells “sweet holy jesus!” and flies out of the space. He throws the towel in the trash and does the whole shivery, wiggly, creepy crawly dance. I raise an eyebrow at him as he twitches and moves to the doorway. Then with a shudder and one more “dear god” he trots down the hall to the men’s room.
I glance over into the trashcan and find myself face to “face” with a very dead, very large cockroach (yeah the picture was a spoiler). This thing is massive. By massive I mean over two inches long. Needless to say, I left my office very quickly. I wandered to the back and found my very brave coworker. He was in his own office still twitching and mumbling. I thanked him profusely and we had a nervous laugh about the whole thing much to the amusement of my other co-workers. They are not used to such girly behavior from me and my description of my girlish reaction amused them….right up until “J” described the SIZE of the thing, then the crowd dispersed rapidly.
I finally made my way back to my office and after scouting the area under my desk very carefully (from a distance) sat back down. Needless to say, my legs are NOT going under that desk for a while. I will have a huge bruise on my leg and a complex about putting my legs under my desk for sometime... Currently cross-legged in the chair turned sideways so no part of me is subject to further attacks.
The feeling of something THAT large unexpectedly walking up your bare leg is indescribable.
My coworkers are now trying to spook me by making scurrying noises on the walls around my office.
So that’s the highlights for me so far…how is YOUR week going?
OH BTW....picture from google image search for big nasty cockroach....found multiple sites so no idea who to credit for it.
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Reblogification for July 03, 2007
A whole lot of Jimmy and just a little tiny bit me….
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Hey good lookin' brown eyed girl,
My lovely lady, because of you I’m down on the knees of my heart, my school boy heart, and I feel like I have found me a home with you. You are my perfect partner, honey do you know how happy I was to hear you love me too? Here’s to love that is bigger than the both of us. So glad you decided to come back baby!
I hope you know that I had to try my love and luck one more time, you know, play my ace card, and tell you all the ways I love you in that last letter. Our love in decline had made me an altered boy because I really thought we would live happily ever after. I know you call it jogging, but why you wanna hurt my heart? Please don’t leave me ever again? I know I acted like a dork when I was a brand new country star and you spent your time waiting for the next explosion. I am coming around to the fact that it’s my job, I can’t let the city turn me into god’s own drunk again, I have to fight the good fight, because the good guys win, and some day I will be the last man standing, if I just keep making music for money.
Shoot, all this big sea of heartbreak, just because we are the people our parents warned us about when they were growing older but not up and looked out their secret window on the world. Sorry I can't be your hero today, but There's nothin' soft about hard times and I don’t know and I don’t care what I was thinking when I helped the canecutter, the wrangler and the 12 volt man commit “The Great Filling Station Holdup”, but maybe it has nothing to do with them it was just a Cuban crime of passion or something But I made a turnabout and found my truck stop salvation at Dukes on Sunday there at the domino college. I cashed myself out of the bank of bad habits.
Whoop de doo, yeah the wino and I know that won’t matter when the wild life betrays me like the last time. But don’t chu know, they’re sending the old man home now and I am traveling clean because I want your respect. Lady I can’t explain but I know some times you think I am a cultural infidel too so I’m coming home only when the coast is clear and you know why you are with me and we understand why we do the things we do. Otherwise it is apocalypso time and we will be in the barometer soup. Please by pass the heart unless you can take it back, that thing you said, let your spirit fly because life is just a tire swing, don’t just pay me lip service, bend a little and show me you have the great heart I know you do. Then together we can bring back the magic of our boomarang love, breathe in, breathe out, and move on with living it up.
This baby’s gone shopping with my spending money and I have some presents to send you, the hang out gang, and sweet caroline. For the little mademoiselle I got the prince of tides, for you there is a diamond as big as the ritz, and for the gang I have their x-mas bonuses.
So when I get home to our little beachhouse on the moon, why don’t we get drunk at the tiki bar? Then we can go out and get some grapefruit-juicy fruit, boat drinks and a cheeseburger in paradise at the club volcano. If we have enough drinks I know I will wake up and Wonder Why We Ever Go Home because my head hurts', my feet stink and I don’t love Jesus anymore but it would be worth it.
Last year, I spent Christmas in the Caribbean, on a slow boat to china with this lady I can’t explain. She was kind of a Jamaica mistaica and then she gave me the Jamaica farwell. Anywa, It was a sea cruise on a steamer, called “off to see the lizard” and Man the stories we could tell! At first it was nothing but a breeze then the captian was pointing out the Bama Breeze as we passed and he got us stranded aon a sand bar! Fortunately for him a big banana wind came up and pushed us beyond the end before he was barefootin down the gangplank! Anyway it was a great cruise! There were people making love in the library by the time we got to mexico. there were a bunch of elvie imitators on board and they had a show called elvis presley blues. That is what living is to me! I had brought my blue guitar and we made some homemade music everytime I would say “tonight I just need my guitar” and it would become a carnival world! There was this couple named Frank and Lola who would sing a love song. We would do some six string music like the ballad of skip wiley, blue heaven redevous, and the ballad of spider john, Then this lady in a west Nashville grand ballroom gown would show up and sing the wind cries Mary before she would just disappear again. She was morris’ nightmare! He was convinced she was one of the Werewolves of London! He was a little freaky about werewolves, vampires, mummies, and the holy ghost. The people would scream don’t stop and we would play until the dawn was pacing the cage. It was overkill and we were like gypsies in the palace on the far side of the world, and by the end of the cruise they were complaining that nobody speaks the captain no more but it had a happy ending if I could just get it on paper.
So while I was traveling around, I stopped in at reggeabilly Hill, Autour de Roche, I went back to England, and to our island. It got you on my mind which was a good mental floss I guess. Kind of like seeing a mermaid in the night, it leaves you thinking things that only time will tell.
Anyway, string bean, I have been writing this note in quiet villages here and there as I tour around. I have been riding in style. I borrowed the Uss zydecoldsmobile from Uncle John’s band. You know the one with the hood ornament that says “math sux” and shifts like its got fifteen gears? He told me just to be sure to treat her like lady and she would run like a wheel within a wheel with Silver wings whatever that means. Today is a lovely day, a sunny afternoon and Dallas Livingston is going to meet me in Memphis and take me out to the ballgame. Afterwards he says he is going to take me someplace called Dixie’s diner for popeyes and hubigs. I don’t kow what that means but he says it is a lot of eating with your fingers and that if it all falls down I can just get a dreamscicle. I dunno, I will burn that bridge when I get to it. For now, I wish lunch could last forever. I mean since livngston’s gone to texas to live at rancho deluxe like a remittance man I haven’t seen him much. The last time I saw him he suddenly yelled “Wait, who’s that blonde stranger over there? She reminds me of someone I used to love and it’s making me go incommunicado, so come Monday, if the phone does not ring it’s me.” I looked around and Everybody’s on the phone staring at him. Next thing I know they got him locked up in the hospital talking about false echoes. He was yelling I am just a flesh and bone hula girl at heart, Jimmy dreams he’s the king of somewhere hot, delany talks to statues, and Desdemona is building a rocket ship as they dragged him down the hall. He seems a whole lot better now.
Anyway, last night I was in Rockefeller square watching the nautical wheelers dance. It was kind of cool though the natives got restless towards midnight. Then this bell started ringing, ringing, and ringing like it would go to the middle of the night. Then I noticed this fountain the reflection in it looked like the stars were on the water, my lucky stars. Some real smart woman in a real short skirt said it was the southern cross but I am not sure.
I am sure you survived without me on California promises from Ellis Dee, that guy with the pencil thin moustache. I remember when he got Tampico trauma and ran off to the Banana Republics. It was bound to happen because when a pirate looks at forty he only sees a son of a son of a sailor. Then the next thing you know he ends up halfway between the Captain and the kid and thinking he’s freaking Captain America. Got people thinking Ain't he a genius spouting off about the death of an unpopular poet? I had heard he went to Paris but then he made landfall in the shelter of Biloxi because he thought the stars fell on Alabama. I think he lost his last mango in Paris but that just me. He must miss you so badly now that you’re Havana daydreamin’ without him.
Man, I had this hotel room, a mile high in Denver, that sucked. It was decorated with Scarlet Begonias and had walls so thin so you can hear every big rig go by outside and there was a woman goin crazy on Caroline Street screaming “the railroad lady knows there is something so feminine about a mandolin and the whole Peanut Butter Conspiracy”. That whole place was loaded with fruitcakes. I swear I can’t take another Livingston Saturday night so I am gonna move on down to the coast of Marseilles. I can hang out for a bunch of mañanas and become just another cowboy in the jungle. I am changing channels I know, but I have an offer o a job catlle trucking at “Rustlers that’s us”. It means countin the cows everyday and living some gothic ranch action but it is good money if I can get over my brahma fear and maybe I can get enough to get my barracuda out of impound. There’s a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling huh? I know she was pre-you but losing her left me with a nail to drive.
Maybe after that I can look up my African friend. You remember him he’s the Christian, you know, Richard Frost, the missionary? He’s a real piece of work and he’s got boats to build but he gave me a license to chill with him on the coast of Carolina some holiday. Anything, anytime, anywhere he says, come make some coastal confessions and we’ll go listen to the jolly mon sing and play his saxophones with Bob Robert's Society Band. Maybe I’ll wait until the next trip around the sun because it is simply complicated. I really enjoy playin' the loser again hanging out and conky tonkin' with him but down there, they don’t dance like Carmen no more do they or so I heard it on the coconut telegraph, I don’t know.
Well, I need to kick it in second wind because it’s a ragtop day and I heard I was in town. I’ve been defying gravity and trying to reason with the hurricane season. You know what they say, changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes. I’m gonna make one last migration to do the Pascagoula run or maybe take another road and see some fins at Lone Palm. Hang out and watch barefoot children sing the “Chanson Pour Les Petits Enfants”. Maybe even dance the desperation samba with some senoritas. Then again, everybody's talkin' about this one particular harbour in Creola. Either way I have to tell you it’s been a lovely cruise, but it is time to sail on sailor.
I can’t remember when I slept last, I think it was in the back of the bus on the way to Florida for Floridays after the cinco de mayo in Memphis. I remember having some really bizarre dreams and I was coming down slow from the party at the end of the world. Anyway I dreamed I was telling savannah fare you well, I am going down to bourbon street. And while she is going out of my mind, I am playing that game show Money back Guarantee, can’t choose a door (a typical high Cumberland dilemma), finally I opened door number three, and this strange bird jumps out. It is wearing oysters and pearls. And it is dancing the funky Kingston while it sings, come to the moon, the everlasting moon, Everyone has a cousin in Miami, and while they are distantly in love, they can’t be the Frenchman for the night as long as death valley lives! It’s a semi-true story, When you take your first look you will know why god doesn’t own a car. It’s a gravity storm and today’s message is when the weather is with you, while you are wondering where the lions are, when Salome plays the drum, you will realize that it is five o’clock somewhere and think what if the hokey pokey really is what it is all about? She’s got you, she’s got you!! Ever since that night I have been trying to figure out what it all means.
I plan to be back for the High Cumberland Jubilee if I can. I hear there is no plane on Sunday but I can work around that. I am not sure if I will have a paying job there yet or not. I talked to my manger who told me I will never work in this business again but I used to have money one time and at this point I will play for gumbo. I mean I love the now but it is midnight and I am not famous yet. Who knows, maybe I ruined my chances the night I painted the sky, quietly making noise, somewhere over china. I don’t know, maybe I just have those Perrier blues wondering where’s the party at.
Well, little miss magic, I promise this is the last line of clichés cause I am gonna push the fool button and go back to the island to hang out in Margaritaville with my tin cup chalice. That is my story and I am sticking to it. Je manque la vie dansante et l'air de la Louisiane mais c'est pourquoi l’age nom ai.
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*with sincere apologies to Jimmy Buffett...
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Hey good lookin' brown eyed girl,
My lovely lady, because of you I’m down on the knees of my heart, my school boy heart, and I feel like I have found me a home with you. You are my perfect partner, honey do you know how happy I was to hear you love me too? Here’s to love that is bigger than the both of us. So glad you decided to come back baby!
I hope you know that I had to try my love and luck one more time, you know, play my ace card, and tell you all the ways I love you in that last letter. Our love in decline had made me an altered boy because I really thought we would live happily ever after. I know you call it jogging, but why you wanna hurt my heart? Please don’t leave me ever again? I know I acted like a dork when I was a brand new country star and you spent your time waiting for the next explosion. I am coming around to the fact that it’s my job, I can’t let the city turn me into god’s own drunk again, I have to fight the good fight, because the good guys win, and some day I will be the last man standing, if I just keep making music for money.
Shoot, all this big sea of heartbreak, just because we are the people our parents warned us about when they were growing older but not up and looked out their secret window on the world. Sorry I can't be your hero today, but There's nothin' soft about hard times and I don’t know and I don’t care what I was thinking when I helped the canecutter, the wrangler and the 12 volt man commit “The Great Filling Station Holdup”, but maybe it has nothing to do with them it was just a Cuban crime of passion or something But I made a turnabout and found my truck stop salvation at Dukes on Sunday there at the domino college. I cashed myself out of the bank of bad habits.
Whoop de doo, yeah the wino and I know that won’t matter when the wild life betrays me like the last time. But don’t chu know, they’re sending the old man home now and I am traveling clean because I want your respect. Lady I can’t explain but I know some times you think I am a cultural infidel too so I’m coming home only when the coast is clear and you know why you are with me and we understand why we do the things we do. Otherwise it is apocalypso time and we will be in the barometer soup. Please by pass the heart unless you can take it back, that thing you said, let your spirit fly because life is just a tire swing, don’t just pay me lip service, bend a little and show me you have the great heart I know you do. Then together we can bring back the magic of our boomarang love, breathe in, breathe out, and move on with living it up.
This baby’s gone shopping with my spending money and I have some presents to send you, the hang out gang, and sweet caroline. For the little mademoiselle I got the prince of tides, for you there is a diamond as big as the ritz, and for the gang I have their x-mas bonuses.
So when I get home to our little beachhouse on the moon, why don’t we get drunk at the tiki bar? Then we can go out and get some grapefruit-juicy fruit, boat drinks and a cheeseburger in paradise at the club volcano. If we have enough drinks I know I will wake up and Wonder Why We Ever Go Home because my head hurts', my feet stink and I don’t love Jesus anymore but it would be worth it.
Last year, I spent Christmas in the Caribbean, on a slow boat to china with this lady I can’t explain. She was kind of a Jamaica mistaica and then she gave me the Jamaica farwell. Anywa, It was a sea cruise on a steamer, called “off to see the lizard” and Man the stories we could tell! At first it was nothing but a breeze then the captian was pointing out the Bama Breeze as we passed and he got us stranded aon a sand bar! Fortunately for him a big banana wind came up and pushed us beyond the end before he was barefootin down the gangplank! Anyway it was a great cruise! There were people making love in the library by the time we got to mexico. there were a bunch of elvie imitators on board and they had a show called elvis presley blues. That is what living is to me! I had brought my blue guitar and we made some homemade music everytime I would say “tonight I just need my guitar” and it would become a carnival world! There was this couple named Frank and Lola who would sing a love song. We would do some six string music like the ballad of skip wiley, blue heaven redevous, and the ballad of spider john, Then this lady in a west Nashville grand ballroom gown would show up and sing the wind cries Mary before she would just disappear again. She was morris’ nightmare! He was convinced she was one of the Werewolves of London! He was a little freaky about werewolves, vampires, mummies, and the holy ghost. The people would scream don’t stop and we would play until the dawn was pacing the cage. It was overkill and we were like gypsies in the palace on the far side of the world, and by the end of the cruise they were complaining that nobody speaks the captain no more but it had a happy ending if I could just get it on paper.
So while I was traveling around, I stopped in at reggeabilly Hill, Autour de Roche, I went back to England, and to our island. It got you on my mind which was a good mental floss I guess. Kind of like seeing a mermaid in the night, it leaves you thinking things that only time will tell.
Anyway, string bean, I have been writing this note in quiet villages here and there as I tour around. I have been riding in style. I borrowed the Uss zydecoldsmobile from Uncle John’s band. You know the one with the hood ornament that says “math sux” and shifts like its got fifteen gears? He told me just to be sure to treat her like lady and she would run like a wheel within a wheel with Silver wings whatever that means. Today is a lovely day, a sunny afternoon and Dallas Livingston is going to meet me in Memphis and take me out to the ballgame. Afterwards he says he is going to take me someplace called Dixie’s diner for popeyes and hubigs. I don’t kow what that means but he says it is a lot of eating with your fingers and that if it all falls down I can just get a dreamscicle. I dunno, I will burn that bridge when I get to it. For now, I wish lunch could last forever. I mean since livngston’s gone to texas to live at rancho deluxe like a remittance man I haven’t seen him much. The last time I saw him he suddenly yelled “Wait, who’s that blonde stranger over there? She reminds me of someone I used to love and it’s making me go incommunicado, so come Monday, if the phone does not ring it’s me.” I looked around and Everybody’s on the phone staring at him. Next thing I know they got him locked up in the hospital talking about false echoes. He was yelling I am just a flesh and bone hula girl at heart, Jimmy dreams he’s the king of somewhere hot, delany talks to statues, and Desdemona is building a rocket ship as they dragged him down the hall. He seems a whole lot better now.
Anyway, last night I was in Rockefeller square watching the nautical wheelers dance. It was kind of cool though the natives got restless towards midnight. Then this bell started ringing, ringing, and ringing like it would go to the middle of the night. Then I noticed this fountain the reflection in it looked like the stars were on the water, my lucky stars. Some real smart woman in a real short skirt said it was the southern cross but I am not sure.
I am sure you survived without me on California promises from Ellis Dee, that guy with the pencil thin moustache. I remember when he got Tampico trauma and ran off to the Banana Republics. It was bound to happen because when a pirate looks at forty he only sees a son of a son of a sailor. Then the next thing you know he ends up halfway between the Captain and the kid and thinking he’s freaking Captain America. Got people thinking Ain't he a genius spouting off about the death of an unpopular poet? I had heard he went to Paris but then he made landfall in the shelter of Biloxi because he thought the stars fell on Alabama. I think he lost his last mango in Paris but that just me. He must miss you so badly now that you’re Havana daydreamin’ without him.
Man, I had this hotel room, a mile high in Denver, that sucked. It was decorated with Scarlet Begonias and had walls so thin so you can hear every big rig go by outside and there was a woman goin crazy on Caroline Street screaming “the railroad lady knows there is something so feminine about a mandolin and the whole Peanut Butter Conspiracy”. That whole place was loaded with fruitcakes. I swear I can’t take another Livingston Saturday night so I am gonna move on down to the coast of Marseilles. I can hang out for a bunch of mañanas and become just another cowboy in the jungle. I am changing channels I know, but I have an offer o a job catlle trucking at “Rustlers that’s us”. It means countin the cows everyday and living some gothic ranch action but it is good money if I can get over my brahma fear and maybe I can get enough to get my barracuda out of impound. There’s a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling huh? I know she was pre-you but losing her left me with a nail to drive.
Maybe after that I can look up my African friend. You remember him he’s the Christian, you know, Richard Frost, the missionary? He’s a real piece of work and he’s got boats to build but he gave me a license to chill with him on the coast of Carolina some holiday. Anything, anytime, anywhere he says, come make some coastal confessions and we’ll go listen to the jolly mon sing and play his saxophones with Bob Robert's Society Band. Maybe I’ll wait until the next trip around the sun because it is simply complicated. I really enjoy playin' the loser again hanging out and conky tonkin' with him but down there, they don’t dance like Carmen no more do they or so I heard it on the coconut telegraph, I don’t know.
Well, I need to kick it in second wind because it’s a ragtop day and I heard I was in town. I’ve been defying gravity and trying to reason with the hurricane season. You know what they say, changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes. I’m gonna make one last migration to do the Pascagoula run or maybe take another road and see some fins at Lone Palm. Hang out and watch barefoot children sing the “Chanson Pour Les Petits Enfants”. Maybe even dance the desperation samba with some senoritas. Then again, everybody's talkin' about this one particular harbour in Creola. Either way I have to tell you it’s been a lovely cruise, but it is time to sail on sailor.
I can’t remember when I slept last, I think it was in the back of the bus on the way to Florida for Floridays after the cinco de mayo in Memphis. I remember having some really bizarre dreams and I was coming down slow from the party at the end of the world. Anyway I dreamed I was telling savannah fare you well, I am going down to bourbon street. And while she is going out of my mind, I am playing that game show Money back Guarantee, can’t choose a door (a typical high Cumberland dilemma), finally I opened door number three, and this strange bird jumps out. It is wearing oysters and pearls. And it is dancing the funky Kingston while it sings, come to the moon, the everlasting moon, Everyone has a cousin in Miami, and while they are distantly in love, they can’t be the Frenchman for the night as long as death valley lives! It’s a semi-true story, When you take your first look you will know why god doesn’t own a car. It’s a gravity storm and today’s message is when the weather is with you, while you are wondering where the lions are, when Salome plays the drum, you will realize that it is five o’clock somewhere and think what if the hokey pokey really is what it is all about? She’s got you, she’s got you!! Ever since that night I have been trying to figure out what it all means.
I plan to be back for the High Cumberland Jubilee if I can. I hear there is no plane on Sunday but I can work around that. I am not sure if I will have a paying job there yet or not. I talked to my manger who told me I will never work in this business again but I used to have money one time and at this point I will play for gumbo. I mean I love the now but it is midnight and I am not famous yet. Who knows, maybe I ruined my chances the night I painted the sky, quietly making noise, somewhere over china. I don’t know, maybe I just have those Perrier blues wondering where’s the party at.
Well, little miss magic, I promise this is the last line of clichés cause I am gonna push the fool button and go back to the island to hang out in Margaritaville with my tin cup chalice. That is my story and I am sticking to it. Je manque la vie dansante et l'air de la Louisiane mais c'est pourquoi l’age nom ai.
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*with sincere apologies to Jimmy Buffett...
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