When your blog has the tagline “when stuff comes in, this is what comes out,” you are often dealing with a lot of stuff. Most of the stuff makes it to this blog in the form of the one hundred and eighty-seven posts (soon to be plus one) that have been published. But my mind is restless. There are plenty of things I could write about, but I either don’t have time, or I don’t flesh the ideas out enough to make it to publish. So what we have here is a kind of cleaning out of the junk drawer. Only the junk drawer is in my head.
- I’ve been watching way too much ESPN lately. How else can I explain how annoying the most recent Captain Morgan advertisement is? (It’s about as annoying as the non-stop Draft Kings and FanDuel ads were at the beginning of football season). Hearing Chic’s “Le Freak” with made up words and strange lyrics (in subtitles, no less) makes me want to run to the remote and hit the mute button. But then, I still see the thing. Have you seen/heard it? Goes like this:
At any rate, I hope Nile Rodgers and the estate of Bernard Edwards get a chunk out of this. Changed lyrics or not. Plus, I don’t even like rum.
- My oldest daughter’s birthday (the one I wrote this speech for) is coming up. I think about her often, particularly how far she has come from when she was younger. One story I can tell about her wedding: she asked me to pick a song for the father-daughter dance. Of course, the music guy was stumped. So she picked the song, and she chose “Stand By Me” by Ben E. King. It was an excellent choice, as far as I was concerned. A true classic, and I could dance with her to it.
Around the time of her wedding, John Legend’s “All Of Me” was a big hit, and I thought it would be perfect for her wedding. She absolutely did not want any parts of that; said she didn’t like John Legend.
- My blogger friend Amaya911 (aka The El Paso Woman—who really doesn’t need me to give her a shout out, but I will anyway—read her blog! She has some great interviews and stories to share) and I have been commiserating about football for most of the second half of the season. When the regular season ended, both of our teams had comfortable seats in what I call the Loser’s Lounge; that is, neither the Dallas Cowboys or the Baltimore Ravens made it to the playoffs. It’s already been determined that our teams will play each other next year. It was already a tough week when the Ravens play the Pittsburgh Steelers; am I going to be ready for a week of smack talk from Amaya911? Guess I’ll have to give as good as I get. Quickly, with the number of teams still playing down to four, I’m going to guess that New England and Carolina will play in Super Bowl 50 (nope, no Roman numerals from me). It also means that two more teams can join the other twenty-eight in the Loser’s Lounge. Chips and beverages will be served.
- Here in Maryland, we are getting ready for a massive snowstorm; though there is a possibility that where I live it may mix with rain and sleet to keep the snow totals down. All the talk is about anywhere from one to two feet of snow coming this way beginning late Friday afternoon. And of course, the grocery stores are pure madness. One co-worker has already said that one of the local markets is already low on milk. What makes people go out and hoard all kinds of “necessities” (that’s read bread, milk and toilet paper) any time a local weather forecast mentions the word snow? As for me, the only saving grace is that I won’t be shoveling. I almost died during “Snowmageddon 2010.” Two large snowstorms back to back necessitated a ton of shoveling. Now that I live in an apartment complex, there is a maintenance staff to take care of that. Now if I could get them to clean off my car when I inevitably have to be in to work on time…
- Finally, I don’t know which of my neighbors it is, but why is it that when they do laundry, rather than smelling like most laundry detergents or fabric softeners, or even bleach (if necessary), it smells like moth balls? Or something I can’t even describe? I don’t want to do surveillance work on the other residents’ laundry habits, but my goodness, the smell can almost knock me down as I head into my apartment and the relative sanity of a fresh smell (from plug-in Air Wick diffusers, but anyway). That is foul. Whatever could it be that smells so bad though? I’ve used all kinds of laundry detergent and none of them smell like that.
Doing a two-fer for Flashback Friday this week: some Eagles and Tower of Power. Small tributes to Glenn Frey of the Eagles and Mic Gillette, a founding member of TOP.