Ever have one of those days?.....

Sure you have...

and I have too...

and this week has started out having a bushel of them...

So,

here is some light hearted 

comedic relief....

smiles

Thank you for being my friends in clutsiness....

How many times do you get the lyrics wrong?

I wish I could just say that 

I am getting old and leave it at that ....

But I have been getting the lyrics wrong for 

DECADES!

I was listening to my favorite oldies station today,

and this song came on.....

THE ASSOCIATION

"Along Comes Mary"

Every time I think that I'm the only one who's lonely

Someone calls on me

And every now and then I spend my time in rhyme and verse

And curse those faults in me

And then along comes Mary

And does she want to give me kicks , and be my steady chick

And give me pick of memories

Or maybe rather gather tales of all the fails and tribulations

No one ever sees

When we met I was sure out to lunch

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

When vague desire is the fire in the eyes of chicks

Whose sickness is the games they play

And when the masquerade is played and neighbor folks make jokes

As who is most to blame today

And then along comes Mary

And does she want to set them free, and let them see reality

From where she got her name

And will they struggle much when told that such a tender touch as hers

Will make them not the same

When we met I was sure out to lunch

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

And when the morning of the warning's passed, the gassed

And flaccid kids are flung across the stars

The psychodramas and the traumas gone

The songs are left unsung and hung upon the scars

And then along comes Mary

And does she want to see the stains, the dead remains of all the pains

She left the night before

Or will their waking eyes reflect the lies, and make them

Realize their urgent cry for sight no more

When we met I was sure out to lunch

Now my empty cup tastes as sweet as the punch

Now I know that I cannot possibly be the only Baby Boomer that got this 

verse absolutely wrong....

Now,

this is what I thought for over 40 years that they were saying.....

"M-O-U-T cup is as sweet as a cup...."

I know...

makes no sense at all....but that is what I heard,

and besides, the 60's didn't really make much sense, anyway.

Thank God for Google,

(no they don't pay me to say that)

 there are plenty BB's out there who would really like to know the 

lyrics to our favorite songs.....before we can't remember 

what the name of the song was...

(that is actually a problem right now but that's another story)

And

so

We

Google

for the answer....

How about you?

Have you been singing the wrong lyrics, too?

What song, and what have you been singing?

Please share with me.....so I don't feel so silly....

smiles.

I meet wonderful people here....

People seem to find a way to complain...

about some of the strangest things...

even other bloggers.

Not me.

I have had the most incredible luck 

in the blogosphere.

I have met women that 

create...

with their words,

with their photos,

with their hands......

good golly!

 there are some talented

people out there.

And sometimes

I stubble upon someone that I take an instant

liking to....

like PJ.

If you haven't seen her 

"Weekly Bleatings"

then you haven't laughed.

no, I mean REALLY laughed.

She is self-deprecating 

in a good way,

I love people that 

can laugh at themselves,

and have the nerve to tell others what they

are sniggling about. 

Suffice to say,

I was very delighted indeed to have her ask me 

about a featured spot on her blog

"Seens from the backs of my eyelids"

Yesterday was that day.

I am truly grateful when anyone

appreciates my work.

I am doubly grateful when that person 

is someone whose work

I admire.

And 

Triply grateful when they have 

the gift of gently used sarcasm

and wit.....

smiles.

I'm getting better....

First of all...

I am so very blessed.

I know this.

Many of you have been so kind and caring regarding

concern and suggestions for cold therapy/treatment.

I have tried many things that I have never tried before,

all of it helped.

Thank you!

Also,

so many of my friends

have brought over meals,

reading materials,

and flowers.

Well,

I started to think...

"maybe I am sicker than I think"

(really just a side effect of the meds, I suspect)

and then...

I started to remember this scene

from Monty Python's

Holy Grail,

where the plague has hit Europe during the crusades,

and there is a "pick-up service" for

"yer dead"

"Bring out yer dead"

It is really quite sick, actually,

but that's what I have been.

And I laughed while watching this clip.

I warn you,

1970's humor is only for those of us

a) who lived through it

b) can handle really sick humor

c) have never really grown up

So,

if you are any of these,

enjoy,

and maybe you can relate to

the old fellow who is

"feeling better".

I know I am....

thank you all

smiles.