Tag Archives: music

Let’s play.

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I’ll go first..

Slept in my Pink Floyd T-shirt and woke up Comfortably Numb.

*It’s happened, I can’t lie.*

Slept in my Neil Young T-shirt and woke up on Sugar Mountain.

*I once slept alongside a box of Dunkin Donuts, so that’s close enough.*

Slept in my Rolling Stones T-shirt and woke up with my 19th Nervous Breakdown.

*Not yet, but there’s still time.*

Slept in my Grateful Dead T-shirt and woke up with Uncle John’s Band.

*No comment!*

( Extra points if you actually own the T-shirts as I do. )

So what did you wake up with?

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More Cosmo Hell.

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You knew there was more, right?

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And the best (worst?) part is it’s even more ridiculous than the ass shaped chair.

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Yes, you read that correctly. You can now own a vibrator that will sync with your iTunes playlist.

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The mind boggles.

I have no problem syncing my cell phone and the car stereo to my favorite songs, but adult toys? No. I don’t need a dildo to reverberate Florence and the Machine or Led Zeppelin. Although Stairway to Heaven might be an appropriate tune, all things considered.

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Truer words were never spoken. I most certainly did not…

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Random thoughts and a little something for the Huntress.

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I’ve been thinking of gathering up my vinyl and moving the collection out to the man cave. Back in the day I had over a thousand. But in between moving houses in the 90’s, I stored 2/3’s of them in my MIL’s attic. Big mistake. Huge! When I went back to retrieve them a few months later, they were gone. All of them. Poof! Disappeared. When I cried foul and said what the hell, his mother denied I had ever left them there… which means she gave, or worse sold them to someone. I learned my lesson and never left anything there again, but it hurt. Decades of music and memories, gone.

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I’m not that grey, but yeah… that could be me. So now I haunt antique stores and flea markets looking to replace all the albums I lost.

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And speaking of salad dressing, (worst segue ever) have you tried this yet? I’m not a big vinaigrette fan because I generally hate vinegar… but this is fabulous. If you see it, give it a go.

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Seeing the announcement for these awards made my mind go to all the “tools” in politics these days. They’re much more deserving of being called the biggest tool than any screwdriver or drill bit I’ve ever seen.

This final picture is for The Huntress who will be starting a new job soon. I saw the pins and immediately thought of her.

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Please try not to stab anyone on your first day.

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Odds and ends.

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Mainers. We’re known for being down to earth no nonsense folk. Frugal? You betcha. So with gas prices on the rise? I wouldn’t be surprised to see more of this alternative form of transportation my friend photographed at the beach the other day.

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It may be slower, but it’s certainly green.

Now how fun is this? Real life Dr. Seuss furniture!

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There was big news in my town today.

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Moxie is back! Introduced in 1876 and still going strong, it’s an acquired taste you either love or hate. Think bitter herbal medicine meets Coca Cola. As the old saying goes, it will put hair on your chest.

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My mind is officially blown.

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Let’s play.

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Because it could be fun, that’s why.

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Let’s check out some of the good answers.

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I feel you Dean, it’s been a while for me as well. Though not that long thankfully.

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I don’t think that qualifies as a band, but… wow.

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I know who they are! And saw them quite a few times in my youth.

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Now you’re talking!

As for me, the last concert I saw was James Taylor. I loved James back in the day, and still enjoy his music when I’m in a mellow mood. Seeing him in concert is like sitting in his living room… very laid back.

So Thanksgiving dinner with Sweet Baby James in the Berkshires? Count me in.

How about you?

Who are you feasting with…

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I Need You.

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Okay… I’m a blogger. So technically yes, I do need you – my loyal readers – but that’s not what I’m talking about today.

I’m talking about the ear worm that has happily burrowed its way into my head and won’t let go.

I dare you to listen to this song and be able to sit still.

This song makes me want to dance… and Lord knows I don’t do that unless heavily lubricated with tequila.

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Let’s play!

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Don’t groan, I know you enjoy these… even if you don’t want to admit it.

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I’ll get things rolling….

My rap name is LIL Cellulite Cream. Making slightly pudgy menopausal women over 50 shake their groove thing like they did before their thighs resembled cottage cheese.

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And before you store a disturbing mental image of my marbled thighs, summer is coming and the lotion I bought is more of a tightener. I’m not cheesy, just jiggly.

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