I'm tired of cooking/preparing 3 meals a day. It's just the two of us but boy oh boy can that woman eat!! She stays slimish, I get fattish. It's bad enough I do everything here much less start making her one thing and me the other. At times I feel guilty when I buy her fast food cuz of the nutritional value....not to mention I eat it too.
Haha now I have ABBA in my head too.
I recall that Cwillie is always there, showing up with support if I am up early to post. Then, others have a similar schedule, but mine is always changing.
That is because my dH's schedule is changing. It is his schedule that I am trying to keep.
I cannot remember the name, because AC changed it.
Is this the same Richard Harris as in Camelot?
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BRITAIN AT THE MERCY OF DEADLY HEATWAVES is today's front page newspaper headline. The article is written by "the Science Editor."
I am embarrassed to tell you this, but today's expected high is 80.6º F.
It is true that ED's up and down the land have seen a steep rise in the number of patients attending with heat stroke and severe sunburn. That is because they have taken off their clothes and lain down on the beach all day. They suffer from a condition for which there is no known cure. Sadly, it appears to be increasingly contagious.
I hated it from first hearing: the Uriah Heep of break-up songs. I groaned, threw things at the radio and generally created every time it came on the first time around, when I was sharing a dormitory with five or six other girls.
"OH F*** OFF WOMAN!!! Get over it! Spit in his face, kick his shin, scratch her eyes out, or just leave the room with a single sweeping glance of contempt, whatever. Sit there grovelling, you deserve everything you get!"
I didn't have a lot of sympathy for the protagonist, shall we say.
Some decades later, I expressed a similar view (I hadn't mellowed) when the dam' thing came up on a golden oldies slot Daughter 2 and her boyfriend had playing. D2 laughed, but b/f went very quiet and was seen to wipe away a manly tear.
And that is their secret. That people who ought to know better, like Stephen Fry and b/f - an Oxford graduate of English Literature, by the way, and no mean lyricist himself - get ambushed and hooked for life.
I still think she needs a good slap.
It's 41ºC in Tokyo, which really is getting a bit sticky.
CM, how you feel about The Winner Takes it All - is how I feel Every Time I hear the music by Rupert Holmes: Escape (the Pina Colada song). When you listen to the lyrics, both partners were going to cheat on the other. They both answered the ad to meet someone else. I can't stand that song.
A song that I find so very depressing, I mean really depressing, is the song Hotel California. I'm talking about just hearing the words at face value. Not about the deeper hidden meanings. Just the words at face value. Very depressing. You can check-out but you can never leave.... Almost reminded me of my years of caregiving.... You cannot escape...
Yes Book, I find Hotel California depressing too (but it has a good guitar solo).
Becky, I love motown and beach music too. They don't make a lot of "feel good" mainstream music anymore. I like the happy tunes. I listen to a lot of different genres, but I never could get into the screaming metal music either. You can't even understand what they're saying! Lol
Maybe, to make it a whine, I had a dream...
So, yesterday was her birthday so hubs, kids and I took her out to dinner at her favorite Mexican restaurant, and she asked if she could order a margarita. I said, sure, why not? It does run up her sugar a bit, but in moderation a drink every now and then if she wants it, I don't see the harm.
Now mom has never been a big drinker, has in the past been addicted to prescription painkillers and muscle relaxers (which doctor weaned her off of a couple of years ago), but drinking has never really been a thing for her except very rarely on special occasions.
So imagine my surprise when I just got a call from the nurse at mom's facility telling me that mom has been knocking on her neighbor's door several times today asking if she would go buy her a pack of wine coolers. The poor lady, sweet as can be, told her no that she didn't think she should, and the nurse said the lady is running out of excuses, but doesn't want to hurt mom's feelings.
They also said that mom is wanting to check her blood sugar 5 or more times a day, despite the fact that they've told her they only check it twice. The glucometer was locked up in their lockbox but mom was bothering her neighbors to check her blood sugar and using their testing strips so they went ahead and let mom keep the glucometer in her room, which I guess is better than her bothering other residents, so I said ok, I can buy extra testing strips for that.
Lord have mercy, I don't know if talking to mom about the wine coolers will do any good, and she may yet find a way to get them, but I don't want to buy them either because I don't want her starting another bad habit. I also don't want her to get kicked out for disturbing the peace and bothering others.
If we actually have to GO to the doctor, I know I'll have a hard time actually getting her to (she'll balk and say she's fine), which is why I'm hoping if it's a UTI he can just call it in.
Songs that depress me? Anything by Leonard Cohen. I Can feel it Coming in the Air Tonight by Phil Collins. Stairway to Heaven by Led Zepplin. I basically hate all those rock anthems. They are too long and remind me of days I'd rather forget.
Like the one time in my life where I took magic mushrooms not having a clue what they were but the guy that gave them to me said "Just try them" So being young and dumb and wanting this guy to like me I took them. I remember "All of My Love" by Led Z playing in the background and I thought that song would never end. Ugh!!!
Mamma Mia 2 is coming out soon, and I cannot wait to see it!!! The other movie always makes me so happy and dancing in the living room.
I think I went through a very brief ABBA phase around 1977? Like every kid was doing (I was 9? 8 maybe?).....but I'll be darned if I can remember anything from then! There was a movie that I recall being slightly insane about, but I don't remember it, either. The most ABBA I know now is probably from what I've heard in Australian movies, lol. They say the Aussies are the most fervent ABBA fans in the world! I wonder how that came about?
Right after ABBA came Queen, for me. I heard that big, loud, dramatic hard rock, and I knew I'd found my people. ;-) Queen to Journey, then the 80s was Iron Maiden, Rush, Yes, and Deep Purple for me. Oh and Big Country. (They were Scottish, and not country music. They could make their guitars sound like bagpipes.) But I was raised on everything from Aretha Franklin to Simon and Garfunkel to Elvis Presley. And Anne Murray. Anne Murray was huge in Canada. Had her own show, too.
But right now Joni Mitchell is my muse and Buffy Sainte-Marie is my spirit animal.
I'm in two minds about whether to bother with Mamma Mia 2. What I liked most about the first one was how much fun the cast had with it and I don't think you can replicate that. On the other hand, this one does have an actual singer in it.
I was eleven when I first saw a picture of Freddie Mercury, may he rest in peace among the blessed. He was wearing a LOT of make up and had long purple fingernails; and even though we were all used to T Rex and David Bowie there was just something deeply, deeply disturbing about him. But I think probably gets my vote for most creative and inventive front man in rock; yes, even with David Bowie in the same paragraph.
I don't know about depressing but it has got me recalling songs that reliably make me cry - Joni Mitchell, j'accuse! Oh dear. Perhaps I had better dig out my cassette of ABBA Gold after all and get bopping.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AyOUk1q12O0
My mom was big into Broadway musicals - I also listened to a lot of that because she had all the records. So I think Freddie Mercury just fit my idea of what a rock singer should really be - bigger than life, commanding, a presence. But I guess I only ever saw it as performance, like a Broadway showman. Not meaning that in a bad way! I admired it, he was fantastic, and the whole band was brilliant, so it was....maybe my young version of mom's beloved Broadway shows, lol.