Melancholy Monday – Everybody Hurts

September 29, 2008 at 12:15 am (Monday, Music) (, , )

BOO!!!!!  The weekend is gone again which means its Monday which means its time to go back to work which means having to deal with another week of yuckie stuff.  UGH!!! 

To fit my mood of sheer and utter depression, I have selected the song Everybody Hurts by REM. 

 

Now that I’ve totally depressed myself, I’m going to go fix me a stiff cup of coffee and cry.

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Honey, I Blew an Egg

September 28, 2008 at 10:22 am (Breakfast) (, , , )

Have any of you seen this. My friend SueBoo was kind enough to e-mail it to Hubby and I a few days ago.   It played an imporant role in my adventures in breakfast this morning.

On this lovely September morning Hubby and I got up and wandered into the kitchen to see what good eats we had.  As we opened the refrigerator, we took a brief inventory and realized our food supplies are running on the low side as I need to make a trip to the grocers and we still have a couple of days until pay day.  Hmmm… seven eggs, bread, no milk, no butter, no breakfast meats, jelly and other assorted condiments.  There was also a loaf of summer squash bread that I had recently made as well as two fresh loaves of honey wheat bread that I made yesterday.  Apparently I have been in a very domestic mood lately and have been baking bread out the wazoo (not literally, but you catch my meaning…hopefully).

Ok.  So, eggs and toast with jam it is.  We decided on scrambled eggs.  I cracked the first egg and then decided that I could make egg salad sandwiches instead.  He mentioned using the directions for easy peeling hard boiled eggs from the e-mail we had received.  Brilliant!  I fried up the first egg and while he ate it he went to check on the directions.  He came back shortly and announced that I needed to add baking soda to the eggs while they boiled, to boil them for 12 minutes, and then to move them to a bowl of ice.  Then take each end off the eggs and blow the egg out.  Simple enough, right? 

I had already put the eggs on to boil while he had been checking for the directions.  I quickly added the baking soda as he had said to do and set the timer for 12 minutes.  Then I filled a bowl with ice, added some water since it seemed that the eggs might submerge a little easier into the icy depths, and sat and patiently waited for the eggs to boil.

The timer finally sounded and I quickly moved my hard boiled treats to the ice bath.  After a few seconds of chilling, I removed my first eggs from the water, cracked each end, peeled away the shell, and then blew the egg.  The egg DID NOT come out of its shell.  In fact, all I managed to do was crush the shell in my hands and rupture a blood vessel in my brain. 

I peeled the shell, rinsed it off, and stuck it in a second bowl.  “Hmmmm… What do you suppose I did wrong?”  I asked as I picked up a second egg.  I went through the same steps again, although, I did try to be a little gentler so as not to crush the shell again.  Again crushed egg shell, ruptured blood vessel in the brain, and I think I may of have managed to burst something in my left lung as well.  What the hell?  This was definitely not working, but I was not about to give up.

I picked up the third egg, carefully chipped away the ends, and tried with all my might to blow the egg.  It teased me with a whistle as it released just a little, but refused to abandoned it’s shelly abode.  By this time I am feeling quite dizzy and light headed.  I again hand peeled the egg, rinsed it and put it in the second bowl.  Hubby, who had wandered into another room returns at this point and asks if I’m whistling.  The following exchange takes place.

Hubby,  “Are you whistling?”

Me, “No, it was the egg.”

Hubby, “Pehaps you should stop before you have a stroke.  I can see me explaining to the doctor that you had a stroke from blowing an egg.”

Thanks for the confidence and being more concerned about having to tell the doctor that I had a stroke from blowing an egg than the actually fact that I had had a stroke.  Feel the love, feel the love.  So, moving on I picked up egg number 4.  Followed the same previous pattern of steps.  After a long whistle, it finally popped out of its shell.  YAY!!!!  I finally got one to work.  I rinsed it off and put it in the bowl.  Feeling triumphant I moved on to the next to the last egg.  It did not work.  All I managed to do was blow the shell into two sections, both of which refused to let go.  Grrrr…  I hand peeled it and quickly moved on to the last egg.  It, of course, went the way of the first three.  

So, all I can say about the easy peel hard boiled eggs is…. MY ASS.  All I got out of the experience is a headache, sore lungs, sore cheeks, and a mouth full of egg shells. 

To top things off when I sat down to write this post I perused the directions.  I noticed that the directions say to add the baking soda to the ice bath not the boiling water as Hubby had instucted me to do.  Uh Hmmm.  Next time he can blow the eggs.

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The Hits from Coast to Coast – September 26, 1970

September 28, 2008 at 12:10 am (American Top 40, Music) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

For those of you who have been reading my blog, I have not given up on my weekly segment of The Hits from Coast to Coast.  It has been on hiatus for the past few weeks due to all the stuff I have had going on.  I haven’t had the time to devote to but it is back and better than ever.  Well, actually it is about the same but it is back.

This week I have thrown my dart and landed on a date in a time that I did not exist.  So put your time traveling shoes and climb inside the time traveling phone booth we are heading to the date September 26, 1970. 

Let’s see what else was happening on this day back in 1976.  Judy Rankin wins LPGA Lincoln-Mercury golf opening.  Wow, that is more than exciting.   Hmm…let’s see anything else exciting happen on this day …. According to the archives, nothing else was happening on this day in 1970, but it was very exciting for other years in history but we aren’t traveling to those so we will move on.

This week on the countdown are top ten are……………………………………..

#10 25 or 6 to 4 by Chicago
#9 (I know) I’m Losing You by Rare Earth
#8 Snow Bird by Anne Murray
#7 Candida by Dawn
#6 Cracklin’ Rosie by Neil Diamond
#5 Julie, Do Ya Love Me by Bobby Sherman
#4 Patches by Clarence Carter
#3 Lookin’ Out My Backdoor by Credence Clearwater Revival
#2 War by Edwin Starr

And the # 1 hit for this day back in 1970 was

Ain’t No Mountain High Enough by Diana Ross

The number one song is somewhat of a let down compaired to the other songs that were in the top ten, but at least I knew almost all the songs this week.

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I’m Feeling a Bit Under the Tether

September 26, 2008 at 6:21 pm (Childhood) (, , )

I was sitting at my desk today when a sudden thought escaped my brain without any warning what so ever.  I’m not sure what brought it.  I normally never think about it.  In fact, it is probably most often the furthest thing from my thoughts.  But today for whatever reason it escaped the cobwebs of my mind and made its escape in the forefront of my tiny, ever so populated brain.  It was………..the memory of……………………………………THIS

 

 

 

 

Yep.  Tetherball. Can you believe that?  Who has random thoughts of playing tetherball?  It wasn’t like I just watched Napoleon Dinamite or something.  It wasn’t like “oh man, I have so got to go play me some tetherball right now.”  It was just a random memory of playing tetherball with my brother while we were growing up.  And it came completely out of no where. 

As I recall I was not all that great at the “sport” of tetherball.  Probably because I was only six and my brother was ten.  I don’t think I know any six year old that are that great at tetherball.   I don’t know any six years that play tetherball.  I don’t think I even know any six year olds at all.  But any how, I digress.  What I’m trying to say is that I was in fact a wimp at the age of six, at least in the area of sports.

So any how, on weekends and summer break my brother and I (and my sister before she started driving) use to ride our bikes into town from our house.  Our house was about seven miles from the small farming community in which we lived.  It took about hour.  When we got to town we would usually head the my mom’s place of employment, get a soda and snack, and then head to the school yard to play.  Most often we would end up at the tetherball/basketball court.

As I mentioned earlier, I was a wimp and sucked at the game which usually ended with me stomping off, pissed that my brother who almost always would hit the damn thing so hard that it would whirl around the post at rocket speeds with no hope what so ever in me hitting.  I would just stand there…lips pursed…brow furrowed while he would just laugh and laugh.  Occasionally, he would throw me a bone though and let me win a few. 

I haven’t seen a tetherball in so long.  I wonder do they even still make them?

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Feeling Good On Friday and Saturday Night’s Alright (For Fighting)

September 26, 2008 at 12:10 am (Friday, Music) (, , , , )

 Ok.  So this week I picked Sir Elton John’s famous hit Saturday Night’s Alright (For Fighting) as my song choice for this Feel Good Friday.  (How uncanny that I picked a song about Saturday for my Friday post.) Any hoo…While looking for videos of this song I made and interesting discovery.  While most men tend to lose their hair as they get older, apparently Sir Elton has gained a few of his sylish locks over the years. 

Here is Elton in the 70s.

 

And here is Elton in the 90s


 
Remarkable isn’t it?

 

Hubby things it’s because he got money, but I think it’s cause he’s from the planet Ork.

As in Mork
Mork

and his son

Ork 1

 

 

These pictures only proove my point.

Who wears googles with wipers…and hazard lights?!

This ensemble reminds me of something one might see on Captain Kangaroo or other children shows.

And in this one he apparently likes to double as a US Marshall and an Irish pimp.

Ummm…?????????  Disney special?

Apparently he did ads for cereal commercials.  This is obviously for Fruit Loops.

 

I don’t want to say about this one except he looks like a cross between Liberace and the serial killer in Manhunter.

 

Regardless of his attire the man can write a song, and he is one of my favorite artists. 

I realise I have gone all around the world to get the point of my post this week, which is Feel Good Friday, and my song for the week which is Saturday Night’s Alright (For Fighting).  Happy Friday everyone.  Hope you have a safe and happy weekend.

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Melancholy Monday – Crying

September 22, 2008 at 12:10 am (Monday, Music) (, , )

Another weekend come and gone. This weekend seems to have flown a lot faster than most. I’m sure that it is mostly do to having spent the majority of Sunday in vegetative state from the activities of the prior evening.

As we say good-bye to the weekend, I can only hope the road ahead this week will be better than the road I left behind last week. Saying good-bye to the weekend is always a painful experience but for whatever reason I am especially depressed this week. And so with much melancholliness I have chosen the tear jerking great Crying by Roy Orbison.

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Recovering From a Long Blogger Night

September 21, 2008 at 8:16 pm (Blogging Shindig, Nashville) (, , , )

So, last night Hubby and I chanced the current gas situation and drove to Nashville to meet up with all our blogging friends at the Flying Saucer. We picked up Brian’s Uncle Grizz along the way and headed to a night of much beer drinking and comaraderie. It was nice to finally be able to put a face with so many of the people that we call friends but have never met.

“Exterminate! Exterminate!”

Hubby socializing.

Hubby feeling really good.

Me

What’s that you say?  Punb Ass? 

Mmmmm… Nothing like mustard and cigarettes to hit the spot.

Quick photo op.

Evidently they weren’t happy with the original spot picked to put the light.  I guess they thought no one would notice the big hole in the ceiling.

At about 10:30-ish, those of us who were still hanging out decided to experience some of the real excitement of downtown, and so we headed to Robert’s Western World for some live music… and more beer.

Is Uncle Grizz falling?  No just taking a photo op as I take a quick pic of the bat building.

One of the many that have suffered from the stock market crash and the Nashville fuel crisis.

Hubby and Newscoma pose before we hit the road.

Hubby, Uncle Grizz, and myself finally decided to head home some time around midnight. I do not remember much after this as I had a splitting headache and passed out upon immediately entering the car. I don’t even remember dropping Uncle Grizz off at his house, but rumor has it that I did wake up long enough to tell him good night..perhaps I was speaking in my sleep more than anything else.

For Hubby and I, the excitement did not end at the leaving of Robert’s. Oh no… some moronic cop in Franklin pulled us over on the way home for improper placement of our tags (my tag is placed in the back window of my car). We informed the cop that the tag was placed there because I was tired of having it stolen (twice in the last 5 years). Luckily we escaped without any further ado. We got home around 2, I think, and immediately headed to bed. We have spent the majority of the day snoozing and recooping.

It was nice to finally get to meet so many fellow bloggers that we talk to daily.  I can’t wait until the next blogger shindig.  Thanks go out to GingerSnaps for planning such a wonderful evening.

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Feel Good Friday – Twist & Shout

September 19, 2008 at 12:10 am (Friday, Music) (, )

I haven’t been in much of a mood to to do anything the last few days.  For those of you who have not been living in caves, I’m sure you have seen the news.  There is a large insurance company that has been having problems.  They have been plastered all over the news since Monday morning.  Wall Street has hung in the balance of wondering what will become of this corporate empire turned to…well…I guess mush is a good word. 

That large insurance company owns the smaller but still somewhat large insurance company that I have had the misfortune of showing up to work at everyday this week.   When I left work on Friday things seemed ok.  I had a typical weekend, nothing major happened.  But Monday morning the entire world turned upside down, at least for my company and for the thousands of people who either have policies, annuities, and/or money markets through our company.  For the last four days, I have answered more questions about our parent company, our company, and the insurance industry as a whole than I ever thought possible.  I have repeated the same information so much that I know I must be saying it in my sleep.  It has been an absolute miserable week of trying to settle the panic of customers and listening to co-workers who will not be able to retire because of the devastations their 401k’s have suffered due to the company’s stock being worthless at this point.

If I didn’t hate my job before, I definitely do now.   I’m officially for hire if anyone needs me.

Needless to say I have a feeling my weekend is going to contain many adult beverages.  I think I may just lay in bed with the curtains drawn singing Egypt’s Land like Cameron in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.

I need a Ferris day off in the worst way, and so this week I have picked the song Twist & Shout as performed in the movie.

 

     

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Flight of the Maxi Pad

September 17, 2008 at 7:50 pm (Uncategorized) (, )

While leaving work yesterday in a comatosed state from the endless phone calls we’ve been receiving, I noticed the most bizarre and disgusting thing as I was headed out to meet Hubby and head home. As I neared the security doors that lead to lobby, I noticed that someone had lost a feminine product.  No… it had not fallen out of there purse still nicely wrapped.  Apparently, it some how escaped her undies to slip either from a skirt or perhaps slithered down her pants leg to the floor, but as I came to the door, there it was, 1large, white maxi with wings just lay there.

I was completely stunned to say the least.  I couldn’t help but think, “Oh my God!!”.  How did this get here?” I am a woman.  I have been getting my visitor for about twenty years now, and in all that time I have never used a product in way that would lead to it abandoning ship.  And how could the person not notice that she lost it?  Is that possible?  I mean did she get home yesterday and think “oh my, where could that have gotten to?”  You would have to be completely numb in your nether regions to not realise that your personal hygene product is escaping your panties. 

I quickly side stepped the item and headed out the doors.  As I jumped in the car, I immediately told Hubby of my encounter.  His reply was of course, “you definitely need to blog that”.

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Melancholy Monday – Rewind

September 15, 2008 at 12:10 am (Monday, Music) (, , )

G-Man over at The Sometimes Sophomoric Hyjinks of the G-Man started off our Melancholy Mondays several weeks ago with the Palo Nutina song Autumn Leaves.  This week I decided to choose Palo’s song Rewind for my Melancholy Monday selection.
Hubby and I had the pleasure of accompanying G-Man’s wonderful wife Sue Boo to a Palo concert at the Wildhorse last year.  I had never heard of the Scottish born singer, but immediately fell in love with his soulful voice and heart wenching lyrics.
I have chosen his song Rewind because 1) There are several moments in my life I wish I could rewind to.  2) I spend pretty much every Sunday evening dreading have to go to work on Monday and wishing I could rewind the weekend back to Friday night.  And 3) It’s just a really good song.

 

 

 

 

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