messed lyrics

 Sometimes I don't hear the lyrics in songs correctly

        It's not  "Scuse me while I kiss this guy." 

        And it is not , "Wrapped up like a douche in the middle of the night."

        Yes, you do have to be a bit on the older side to know the correct words.  Or should I say mature.

        I was listening to Sammy Davis Jr. belt out "I've Gotta Be Me" on the oldies channel yesterday.

        Yes, I do listen to the oldies channel instead of the Beatles or Buffet, especially when I have a passenger that enjoys one Beatles song, not all Beatles.  Plus, she says Buffet is a country singer.  Since I can't strap her on the roof of the car, I change to the 60s on Sirius and eventually I get a small Beatles fix..

        Anyway, Sammy ws singing away and I mis understood his last lines.

        He sings, "I can't be right for somebody else if I'm not right for me."

        That that is not what I heard.

        I heard IT instead of I. 

        And yes, I Googled the lyrics to be sure I heard the lyrics incorrectly.

        I agree with Sammy.  If you are not right for yourself, you can't be right for somebody else.

        But here's the rub.

        I think the IT fits better today's world.

        It can't be right for somebody else if it's not right for me.

        I think that is very true.

        And that's all I have to say tonight.

Peace and Love

Lost and found

 We got our toenails done today

    I know!! TMI!!

    When we got home Jackie said, "Where's my watch?"

    That is always a good question.  It was on her wrist on the way to Sycamore, but not on her wrist in the house.

    We called the nail place and they said they would look for it but nobody had found one.

    I looked in the car, in her sweatshirt, in the wheelchair, in the car a second time, and in her sweatshirt again.

    No watch.

    So I  checked the car one more time then headed back to Sycamore to check the parking lot.  On the way, I texted Julia and Emily because I wondered if there was a search feature for an Apple Watch.

    There is.  On Jackie's phone.

    I did not have Jackie's phone.

    At some point Julia texted me and said the watch was in Rochelle, but later on was at Walmart.

    By this time I was about half way to Sycamore.  

    Julia texted again and said to look in the car.

    I had done that 3 times.

    I was approaching a stop sign a little too fast and hit the brakes.  

    I looked down, and there was the watch. 

    I had a nice drive, anyway.

    I was going to make some Italian sausage  tonight, celebrating the Olympics.  

    I took a package out of the freezer and it was stamped "best by August 2024." 

    Jackie said she was not sure about that.  I know Julia would have dumped it.

    Well, I dumped it.  

    There was another package.  Took the out and it was stamped, "best by August 2024."

    So I dumped. that.

    The third package had no date.  

    Because I didn't buy it, I opted to dump that too.

    So we had scrambled eggs and bacon,  New bacon.  Just bought.

    But I do have hankering for some Italian sausage.

Peace and Love

IRS

We worked on our  taxes today

    If Jackie would only listen to me, we would have a $376,994 refund, but Noooooooo!

    We  have to have receipts.

    Do you mean to tell me that the billionaires who hardly pay any taxes sit around and work through their receipts?

    NO!  They just pick numbers out of the air.

    I believe we should file based on intent.

    Like, I would donate $15 million to Brookfield Zoo for a new elephant enclosure. And I would give a couple of million to VCCT, and the museum.

    But nooooooo!  We didn't give the much, so we can't claim it.

    I read where DOGE (remember them? ) cut thousands of employees in IRS, so the chances of anyone being audited are pretty slim.

    We are not rich enough to avoid taxes.  

    Or death.

    Speaking of which, people are pushing to have a human composting bill passed in Illinois.

    I would do that.

    It's environmentally friendly and cost efficient.

    Plus the human compost  could be used in parks, forests, or the family back yard, like around a tree or bush.

    Sounds crazy, I know.

    But when someone dies,  the body has to go somewhere.

    As I understand human composting, the deceased is placed in a sealed chamber with hay, straw, wood chips and other plant material.  After a while, all the remains is .... well, compost.

    I am going on record that is how I  want to be treated after death.

    And my composted remains should go into a forest, I don't think Julia and Emily would be comfortable mulching their dad.

    But at least they would have that option.

    We know only 2 things are certain in life:  Death and taxes.

    And without receipts, you can't avoid either.

Peace and Love

Olympic fever

 I have spurts of watching the Olympics

    I sometimes have watched the afternoon show, but mostly night shows.

    The night shows are taped and edited, so the less exciting parts are left out.

    For example, in the Japan/US women's curling match, coverage sometimes would start with 4 or 5 stones already thrown and in the house.  The action would them pick up from that point.

    It really is amazing the strategy that is employed.  It is sort of like billiards, in that hey have to figure caroms out and what angles. to take.

    And the moguls.  Holy cow, that has to be murder on your knees and back.   

    I also caught some of the women's skeleton.

    I can't image going downhill, face forward, on my stomach, and an icy track.  One of the women hit 79 mph!  I get nervous driving that speed, and I can control the car!  Usually.

    I also did some of my olympic events today.

    Towel washing and folding.  I scored a 5.6 out of 10 because I have lost a face cloth.  Our face cloths match the. towels, and I have 1 towel without a face cloth.

    Light, delicates washing.  I got a 10 on that.  Perfect score!

    TD clothes:  I was disqualified from this event due to the overabundance of socks that did not dry completely.

    Supper:  This scored a 6 out of 10.  Left overs but with green beans.  I received a 1 point  penalty for not ordering out on a Saturday night.

    Thoughtful dad and husband:  Perfect 10!  Jackie, Julia and Emily all appreciated their flowers and I appreciated the coffee I got picking up the flowers.  Winners all around.

    But not all is good.  The skater from Virginia, Quad Boy, who was the favorite to win gold in men's figurer skating fell twice and finished 8th.

    I think what I love most about the Olympics is the emotions that athletes display....from extreme joy to unbelievable despair.  

    The ones showing joy are great to watch, but the ones showing sorrow almost break my heart.

    In every game, every contest, someone has to lose.

    Knowing that does not make it easier.

    Now, I have one more event.  Cupcake eating.  I think I will get a 10 on. this.

Peace and Love

Valentine's Day

 Happy Valentines Day to all of you

    I ordered some flowers for Jackie, and when I went to pick them up I was shocked, shocked, I tell you, by the number of guys in Cypress House!

    Seems we all had the same idea.  

    I did order mine ahead, as it seemed most of the gents had done.

    Of course I called one of the CH girls by the wrong name.  I thought she was one person, but he wasn't. I called her "Mary" and remarked she was wearing her hair differently.  "That's because she is not Mary, she is Jane," came the voice of wisdom from next to me.

    Live and learn.

    I was watching the men's half pipe tonight.

    That is when guys strap a thin piece of wood onto their feet and hurtle down a U shaped tunnel.

    The walls are 21 feet high!  These guys, and the women did too, sailed way above the walls!  It looked like they were flying.

    I wondered.....what makes a person do that?  How do you train for that? How many broken bones and concussions does a half piper suffer enroute to the Olympics?

    And is there a riddle in there? Huw much pipe does a half piper pipe when a half piper pipes the half?

    And so many of them were young.  16, 19, just kids. 

    Kids doing amazing things.

    Speaking of which, hundreds of high school students walked out of classes Thursday in opposition to what ICE is doing.

    And it wasn't just one high school. 

    It was heartening to see young people getting involved to that extent.  Now, hopefully they register to vote and then vote.

    I feel better about the future tonight.

    What I don't feel better about are. my eyebrows.  They keep hitting my glasses and it is irritating.  So I trimmed them.

    Maybe a little too much.  I only have 1 now, but the other will grow out eventually.

Peace and Love

watch this

I  figured out which Olympic events I could compete in

    I ended a sentence with a preposition, right?  Better than a proposition.

    I ordered a coffee at Cypress House today.

    I went with the First Date drink option.  Dark chocolate caramel mocha, so you know.

    I said, "I'd like a First Date, please."

    The answer was:  "Do you have an age preference?"

    I replied, "No, and I am not in the Files."

    I thought it was funny.

    Good drink, I recommend it.

    On to the Olympics.

    They have a Half Pipe competition.  I would be able to do the Half Pie, provided it was cherry or apple.   I could  do a 180 with my fork and a double 360 overboard header with my spoon and ice cream

    The Salmon.  I would do it over charcoal with a dash of rosemary.

    Giant Salmon.  Ditto the above, only twice the size.Maybe with some fries and bread.

    Boob sledding.  No explantation needed.

    Ice prancing.  When the garbage has to go out and I have to retrieve the empty can while navigating an ice driveway.

    The Skelton.  This involves washing endless hours of Red Skelton sketches on tv.

    Curding.  Seeing how fast I can wolf down an order of cheese curds from Culver's.  There would be 3 rounds, with Tums rest periods in between runs.

    Downhill.  Comparing my body now to what it was 10, 15 and 20 years ago.

    Hokey.  Coming up with as many false Olympic Games you can in a 10 minute period.  Winner gets to advice to the half pie competition.

    So you see, I could specialize in several of my Olympic categories.

    I might even get a trophy o two.  Or three.  Or 10.

    After all they are my games.  If people don't like it, they don't have to compete.

    Thank you for your attention.

Peace and Love

Boredom

Whatever happened to cool nicknames?

    Like The Sultan of Swat, Mr. October, Three Finger, The Babe, the Galloping Ghost, or the Kansas Comet?

    I remember a basketball player nicknamed The Iceman.  

    But I don't seem to hear many nicknames in the current sports world.

    Danimal was on the Super Bowl winning Bears.  So was the Fridge, and Sweetness.  But that was 40 years ago!

    Players these days don't seem to have the ear catching nicknames. 

    I know the current Bears QB has been called the Iceman for what happened this season, but it takes more than one season to get a good nickname.

    Bob Butterbean Love...I mean that was a great nickname.  So was Hammerin Hank.

    Kenny Stabler was called The Snake.  Bobby Hull ws the Golden Jet.  

    Yes, I am dating myself.  Those both are from the 6os, but they were great nicknames.

    I have been thinking about that tonight.  Yes, I do have better things to do.

    But baseball spring training is starting and maybe there will be a guy nicknamed The Big Hurt playing somewhere, and although it has been used, it would be a welcome diversion from Bob, or Jim, or Jose.  

    I propose nicknames be given based on performance.  I guy who strikes out a lot could b King K.  A base stealer could be called The Thief.  

    I don't ask for a lot, just  good health, safe travels, and interesting nicknames.

    Oh, a couple of million dollars would be nice too.

Peace and Love