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You know the drill.
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While I can think of quite a few songs that pull at my heart strings or choke me up on occasion…. there’s only one that turns me into a blubbering mess every single time.
I’m an only child of older parents and was a daddy’s girl from day one.
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I lost him when I was 15 and to be honest, I still haven’t gotten over it.
The song that makes me cry every time?
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How about you?
What tune always makes your eyes leak?
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You’ve been waiting all week for this. Admit it.
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The only thing on my bedside table is a clock. The reason for this?
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten… who has the endearing habit of jumping up there early in the morning to announce it’s time for the Royal breakfast to be served.
Reading glasses and book? Swatted to the floor.
iPhone and earbuds? Pushed off the edge.
Hand cream? Batted to the floor and chased under the bed.
So…
A digital clock from Sharper Image that resets itself for daylight savings time and automatically finds the correct time if the power goes off. It’s small.. but a little too heavy for his lordship to fling off the nightstand.
What about you?
What’s on your nightstand…
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You know the drill.
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This one was fun, if not slightly evil, to think about.
Can you imagine your new spouse’s face if you asked the band to play one of these songs?
My playlist…
1. He Stopped Loving Her Today.
( I just finished watching Showtime’s George and Tammy and couldn’t resist )
2. These Boots Are Made For Walking.
Seems a little soon, but okay.
3. 50 Ways To Leave Your Lover
Ouch!
4. Another One Bites The Dust
Probably more appropriate for a bachelor or bachelorette party… but still funny.
5. Love Stinks
Harsh, I know…. but that’s the point.
6. I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For
Now that one would hurt.
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Your turn.
Give me a wedding song that makes me laugh.
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You’re here, what else are you gonna do?
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This one got me thinking…. because to be honest? I’ve lead a charmed life and don’t have many regrets. I don’t tend to do many things I don’t want to do, so this was a puzzler.
I could say – accompany my husband to those boring military reunions he insists on attending… but he likes having me there and I love him, so what are ya gonna do?.
I could say – try those homemade kale chips my friend made especially for me because she just knew I would love them. I didn’t. Blech! 🤢
But for this question I think I have to say visiting Busch Gardens in Williamsburg, Virginia. We had a little person with us so she was thrilled…
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But paying $20 to park and $250 for four of us to walk around plastic fantastic town is not my idea of a good time. I knew I’d hate it and I did. I’ve always despised theme parks and Disneyland like amusements… they’re eye popping-ly overpriced , crowded and above all? Fake.
That picture was taken in their “European village” and sorry, but I wasn’t buying it. I’ve been to France and nothing about their French section felt the least bit Gallic.
So I’m not going back to Busch Gardens… what are you never doing again?
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Because that’s what we do once a week here.
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For me there’s no contest, blue door all the way.
Sure, millions of dollars would be nice… maybe we could have a roof that doesn’t leak and that private jet I’ve always wanted…. but paying someone else to stain the deck so I wouldn’t blow out my knee? Changing doctors when I knew mine was an idiot so I wouldn’t be misdiagnosed and need surgery ? Not letting our cat outside on the day he was run over by a car? Or having the chance to spend more time with my father and ask him all the questions I should have before he died? I’ll take that over a giant bank account any day.
How about you?
Money or mistakes….
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New year? Same old games…
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That’s an easy one for me. The best…. or should I say most fun… car I’ve ever owned.
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(Not my picture, but I don’t feel like digging through 124 albums to find one … so this is the same year, model and color)
It was 1982, I was single but dating a car guy. He had a cousin who owned a 1967 Mustang that had seen better days and been living in a garage collecting cobwebs. I saw it, fell in love with it, and my guy bought it for me.
A good bit of restoration was needed, the floor boards were pure Bondo… but after six months of weekend work she was road ready and throaty. We had a blast in that car, but a year or so later I met my husband and married him in six days. Feeling guilty for a lot of reasons, I gave the ex the car.
It was the right thing to do, but I still miss her.
How about you. What car do you wish you still had?
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I can’t remember if I’ve done this one before, so if I have?
Just humor me and play again.
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For me there’s only one answer.
The smell of freshly cut grass. It’s my absolute favorite smell in the world. Of course after searching for a meme to include in this post….
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I may have to rethink this.
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Damn. Makes me wonder if our lawn is cursing me every time I step on it …
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This will be a quickie.
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Because there’s only one correct answer to this… and that is number 2.
(My husband is a number 1, and if I had known that before I married him I might have had second thoughts.)
Discuss.
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You know the drill.
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So many items popped into my head when I read this… but if I’m going to have to choose one:
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The milk box.
(No, I didn’t grow up in Palmyra, PA … but I couldn’t find an image of the dairy that provided our back porch with a milk delivery box so this will have to do.)
Young people today are amazed when you tell them a milkman actually came to your house twice a week and left the milk, cream, and butter you ordered in a zinc lined metal box. And while I admit I vaguely remember ours as the service ended when I was quite young… never running out of milk had to be the ultimate convenience. Some dairies left ice cream as well.
Now that’s a delivery I can totally get behind.
Your turn.
What item did you grow up with that no one sees anymore?
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You’ll like this one.
You get to tell me what to do…
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Advice. Everyone seems to have it, but no one seems to want it.
My late father always used to tell me not to take any wooden nickels, which seems ridiculous these days… but I suppose you could substitute ‘cryptocurrency’ for ‘nickel’ and call it good.
While I make a habit of never offering unsolicited advice, being happily married for 38 years people often ask for our secret and want advice on staying together.
Love, respect, and understanding. All important, but I usually default back to compromise and choosing carefully. Chemical attraction and lust fade, trust me on this. If you don’t have anything deeper to hold you together you won’t be searching for the traditional 40th anniversary gift. ( Ruby! Let’s hear it for hanging in there.)
I constantly hear people say you have to have things in common with your spouse to cement a relationship, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth for us… we’re very different people. But we find common ground in the type of life we want to lead and where we want to live it. That trumps his preference for television over my love of reading any day, even if it means a John Wayne marathon now and then.
My husband and I met and were married 6 days later. Guess I chose correctly. ❣️
Your turn. Give me some advice…
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