Lucy's piano teacher, who is also the head of the recycling and litter control department for the county, had her students play a little Christmas concert for the residents of a local rest home. It was very nice. There were cookies.
Here is the pretzel she was talking about. Each color represents a different branch of government. I guess the fourth estate is represented by the cord that allows you to hang the pretzel from your neck.
for those of you that don't like Brad Paisley, here is something a bit different. I could go on and on about this song, this movie and the Blue Hearts, but I won't. If you are really interested wait until we meet in person and have a couple of beers. Oh the stories I will tell.
This version is from the movie. I think I like it better. Here are the lyrics for those that care: Do-bun ne zu-ni Mita-ini Utsukushiku nari-tai Sya-shi-n-niwa utsuranai Utsuku-shisa-ga aru-kara
Linda Linda (X2)
Moshi-mo Boku-ga itsuka Kimi-to deai hanshi aunara Sonna tokiwa do-ka Ai no Imi-(w)o Shit-te kuda-sai
Linda Linda
Do-bun ne zu-ni Mita-ini Dare-yorimo yasa-shii Do-bun ne zu-ni Mita-ini Na-niyouimo Ata-ta-kaku
Linda Linda
Moshi-mo Boku-ga itsuka Kimi-to deai hanshi aunara Sonna tokiwa do-ka Ai no Imi-(w)o Shit-te kuda-sai
Here is one translation... there are others I wanna be beautiful like a water rat He's got beauty you can't see in a picture
Linda Linda
*If I see you and have a talk Please catch the meaning of love
Linda Linda
Just like a water rat, nicer than anyone else Just like a water rat, warmer than anyone else
Linda Linda
*If I see you and have a talk Please catch the meaning of love
Even though it may not be love, I'll never leave you I'll get power, the only power nothing can beat
Finally, here are the Blue Hearts with their original version of the song. If, after listening to the J-Pop jangling of the girls, you thought this song wasn't punk enough, just hit play on this one.
These are from the last two days. Lucy growing up has been on my mind a lot. Yoga seems to be centering me during a time of stress and chaos. How are you?
This is an older song - 2003 I think. I just discovered in no a CD I got for my birthday - 50th I think. Ever since I was a country music DJ I always thought there should be a distinction between what I call the "Pop Country" genre and real country music. I think this might qualify as a crossover between those two. At any rate it is an almost perfect country song.
We keep our letter short. Most years that's a simple thing to do. We don't do much. We used to change Lucy's diapers, now we don't even do that anymore.
They can't all be funny. In real life, I watched the Browns game myself. I rode my bike trainer for the entire second half. Nice workout, horrible game.
You might recall that a couple of weeks ago Mary, Lucy and I went to Ohio State to watch the Ohio State women play Army. We bought tickets to the company’s suite as part of a fundraiser for the United Way. It was a Sunday afternoon game – my favorite. As a young man I used to go Sunday afternoon games at Olympic Stadium in Montreal on a fairly regular basis. The Sunday afternoon Tourists’ games at McCormick Field in Asheville are greatly missed. There is nothing like a cold beer and a handful of peanuts in the sunshine at the ballpark. When we got to the Schottenstein Center about half hour before the game started. Our box is located right across the concourse from a full bar and about three boxes from a big concession stand. We only had a small lunch, so we headed to the concession stand as soon as we got settled. Lucy got a hot dog and Mary and I decided to split a plate of chicken fingers and fries. Out of habit, more than anything else, I ordered a couple of beers (even though all they had was Budweiser draft at $6.50 a glass). When I got back to the box, I handed Mary her beer and set mine on a table in the lounge area of the suite. The game started and I sat in the seats in front of the box and cheered on the Buckeyes. About half way through the first half, Mary asked me if I was going to drink my beer. I looked over my shoulder at the beer sitting on the table behind me. “I don’t think I am,” I said. Now, I am a bit of a beer snob and there have been a few times (but not too many) that I have turned my nose up at mass-produced, domestic lagers. I would rather have a bitter, hoppy, small-batch ale anytime. But, this had nothing to do with my beer snobbery. I just didn’t want it. I haven’t had a beer since I went to see The Swell Season in Columbus on Sept. 22. I guess it would be a record, if I was trying to set some sort of record. Is the second 50 years of my life going to be without beer? It seems implausible.
I realize that this is hardly original. The first two thirds of the comic (slightly embellished) actually happened on Thanksgiving. The final third of the comic occurred to me while I was getting ready to go back to work on Friday. It shakes you up a bit when you start to see it happening in real life and not in some schmaltzy folk rock song.
No one from Austin, Minn. ever expects to grow up to be a rock star. Maybe form a band and develop a cult following, but never rock star status.
If you can make it through the song, there is a lot of good information about Spam at the end... the Spam you eat, not the spam that comes in your e-mail.
Annoying Squirrel is a character Lucy created by chirping at us one morning while she was supposed to be getting ready for school. "what are you doing?" I asked as she hopped around the house making this horrible chirping noise. "I'm Annoying Squirrel." This is my cartoon version