Saturday, April 19, 2014

I bet you're wondering what I serve at parties.


So last night, I had an after-caroling party at my house.
I must say a good time was had by all.
Only because they told me that.
I must say.
(that's from Ed Grimley.)
Everyone left around 9 p.m., and we still had to drop stuff off for secret Santa.
Needless to say, I was tired when I got home.
So I did what every normal person does when they go home and they're tired.
I got on Facebook and updated my status.
You know, because everyone is interested in what I'm doing at every moment.
Oh wait, that's Twitter.
Never mind.
So I'm writing my status update,
I'm thinking and typing something like,
"cleaned the house, blah blah, had a party, blah blah, and served....served....how do I spell that? Hor Devors? Hors douerves? Hors d'ouvre? Aw, to heck with it, I'll just call them appetizers!"
So I erase it and write "appetizers".
Or so I thought.



I thought wrong.



I erased the "D'eourves" part, and the "s",
but forgot to erase the hor,
so my status update said I served "hor appetizers".
Which either means I was serving appetizers to hors,
or I served hors as appetizers.
*sigh*
Next time, instead of updating my status, I'm just going to bed.
It's better that way.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

(Out of the vault - for a limited time only!) Lost in translation II

I heard this song the other day, it reminded me of this. . . 

I've recieved zero many cards and letters
thanking me for this post,
and no many requests to translate other Michael McDonald songs.
Sure, they're fun to listen to, but what IS he singing?
Well, I've been given a gift, my friends.
The gift of a listening ear.
I can hear what no others can.
Oh yes, I heard you not leaving a comment the other day.
You don't exactly tip toe in here.
Shame on you.
SHAME!
Anyway,
because I've got nothing else to blog about
by popular demand,
here is his hit song,
"Mint By Mint"
translated by:
Moi.
*ahem*
Oh wait, I didn't translate the chorus,
because I'm pretty sure everyone knows it.
Hint: It's the same as the title.

Heh don’t worry I’ve been lied to
I been pith many times befo’
Girl don’t you wor
I wah sah
I don’t need this love
I don’t need your lah
I don’t un co tuh
Crepe and you be gone
I must be prepare
Any time to carry on
Heh bay
I be holdin’ on
Oh yes I will now
I be holdin’ on
Hugh'd stay just you watch me darling
Wend away those lies from you
Case up ahead
Nirrored on the run
Take it off of me
Like you’re the only one
Livin’ on mah own
Sometime that’s alright
You think I’m your fool baby
You may just be right
Hay
I be holdin’ on
a ya name now baby
I be holdin’ on
I be holdin’ on
Hind your name
I be gone
You be shaman
I wahn be there
Just my lie
Your re-al eye
You just fine your lie with somewhere
You just fay your lie
With someone
I be holdin’ on
Yeah he now
I be holdin’ on
Girl don’t be on me
Yeah baby
Pee-ee
I be holdin’ on
Lie low now baby
I be holdin’ on
Yeah baby
Yeah baby

Now, print this, and stick it on your dashboard.
The next time it comes on the radio, you'll be ready to sing along!
You can thank me later.
Or right now by leaving a comment.
Whichever you choose.
I accept cash donations too.
It's hard work listening to his songs over and over again.

Sunday, November 03, 2013

You, Light Up My Life...or parts of it.


This is available on Ebay right now...














I'm only sharing this because I already have one.*

Here's the link

You never know what you'll find when you're searching for LEGOs








*No, not really.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Life's candy, and the sun's a ball of butter...


















I tried to soften two cups of butter in the microwave
today. I forgot about it and it melted instead.
I went to grab it out and saw
that my microwave message said,
"Enjoy your meal..."
So I grabbed a straw and enjoyed my meal.*
If live gives you melted butter,
and your microwave tells you to enjoy it,
do.







not.


*Not really

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Monday, October 07, 2013

This old man, hmmm hmmm hmmmm

In all my years of listening to it, I never really gave any thought to the song "This Old Man". 
Until now. 
As you may know, I have a 1 year old. 
I know, right?
It's been that long. 
Anyhoo...
Sometimes we watch the baby channel. 
"Sometimes"
*snort*
O.k., it's on every day. Mostly for music.
"Yeah, right"
Whatever.
Do you like this centered in the middle?
I feel like I should be writing poetry. 
Speaking of poetry...
"This Old Man" comes on the t.v., and we happened to be watching it.
So we're watching...
he plays 1, then 2, then 3...
when all of the sudden...
my brain kicks in.
"Yeah...this isn't normal behavior."
"If an old man played three on my knee, pretty sure I'd punch him and run away."
He gets all the way to 8...
  ...and I'm like,
"I think this guy has dementia!"
Makes perfect sense, really. 
I mean, who drums on everything (a beehive? come on!), 
gives a dog a bone after every time (unless he's paying the dog off),
and then goes rolling home?
THAT'S NOT NORMAL!
And everyone sings it like it is!!
When I saw this picture, I was disturbed. 
I'm not animal activist, by any stretch of the imagination, but come on!
Who plays eight on a chicken?
Where are this mans guardians?
Writing songs about him, I bet.
Probably the same people who owned that one cat.
You know, the one who went "to London to visit the Queen"?
Yeah, them.
Who knows, 
maybe this is the same man that bumped his head, and couldn't get up 'til the morning?
Yeah, that's it. 
He had a concussion.
A word to the wise, 
If it's "raining" and "pouring" and you, or your old man is "snoring"...
just lay there. 
Don't move.
Bad things can happen if you get up. 
Trust me.