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Sometimes you just need a stupid laugh. And I found quite a few the other day when this stupid page appeared on my Facebook feed.
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And yes, they’re as delightfully bad as you’d expect.
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I’m guessing that won’t be easy listening.
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Wow.
And you know he was proud of that hair.
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That’s got to hurt.
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I’m guessing Jesus would pass.
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I like to think I have a wide and varied knowledge of music… but I have to admit, this album escaped my notice.
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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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Yes, I hate to admit it…. but I do.
I like a Miley Cyrus song.
The annoying, immature, in your face, twerking, sexpot daughter of the Achy Breaky Heart guy. Ugh.
I never thought it would be possible but her new song “Flowers” has burrowed its way into my head and is happily stuck there.
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Guess I’m not the only one.
Is she telling her ex husband Liam Hemsworth she’s finally over him and ready to move on? Definitely.
Is it turning into a monster women’s anthem of independence and empowerment? No doubt about it.
I still don’t like her… but it’s an ear worm that might be with me for a while.
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You know I’m not going to stop posting these. You might as well play along….
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For me there’s only one answer. The band that provided the soundtrack to my adolescent formative years…
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Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young.
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Great harmony… and snappy dressers too.
When Neil left the band, I happily followed his solo career but still loved the remaining CSN.
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My iPod is full of their songs and my vinyl crates hold a lot of their albums. Timeless music and a sentimental walk down memory lane.
How about you? Who are your favorite harmonizers…
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Too many antique stores, too little time. Not to mention money.
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Mantiques? That sounded like trouble…. and as soon as we walked through the door of the large converted barn I feared my checkbook might not survive.
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1939 Rockola Art Deco juke box with unusual pop up speaker? Fabulous! The husband drooled on behalf of the man cave, but I broke his heart and refused to fork over $9,995.00.
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You know it’s not your every day thrift store when you see things like this.
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Embalming pump? That’s a coffee table piece sure to spark scintillating conversations.
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Any ideas what that is…?
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Apparently pumps of all sorts are popular.
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I got a huge kick out of the price tag description on this item.
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Lock the kids in the sweat box. That’ll keep ‘em quiet.
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If a naked blonde doesn’t encourage Junior to save his pennies, nothing will.
Three full floors of amazing items later we almost made it out the door without purchasing anything and then…
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The husband fell in love.
A long conversation with the owner followed. Photos of the Barn Mahal were shared, placement of the item was discussed. Meanwhile, I sought the price tag…
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And while slightly less painful than the first jukebox, it was still a tad more than I planned on spending that day.
Husband eyes were flashing that “I have to own it!” look and yours truly had to do some quick thinking.
A jukebox.
From 1946?
It only played 78’s!
Perry Como, Doris Day, Mitch Miller, Bing Crosby? Not man cave music. Nope. Not even close.
Phew! That was close.
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I admit it, the original Top Gun has always been a guilty pleasure of mine.
The beach volleyball scene? Come on…. it’s a veritable beefcake cinematic masterpiece.
So when the sequel was released? I was on it like white on rice.
Yes, Tom Cruise is an ass in real life… but as cocksure Pete Mitchell he rocks.
The action sequences were stunning, the emotional scenes with a very ill and physically changed Val Kilmer? Tender and emotionally fraught.
But it’s the Lady Gaga theme song that’s been sticking in my head.
Love her or hate her, ya gotta admit it she brings it.
( And if you hate her? Please unfriend me, I can’t take that kind of negativity. 😉)
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I have a large collection of vintage vinyl albums. It used to number close to 800, but I made the mistake of storing a large portion of them in my MIL’s attic years ago between moves and a leaky roof cut my collection in half. Today, after culling… it’s slightly over 350, and though they’ve been housed in plastic crates for the past 20 years, I recently decided they should be relocated to the man cave in vintage wooden beer or whiskey crates.
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Did I mention my albums are organized alphabetically?
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The Dewar’s scotch crate that I liberated from the husband’s stash (because if he’s not going to give it to the pub, he can give it to me) has A-B.
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When I pick up a few replacements here and there at flea markets?
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Adjustments must be made.
Pickwick Ale?
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C, D, E and F.
Those were the only two alcohol related crates my husband had in his crap treasure filled cellar, so I guess I’ll have to go antique shopping for G through Z.
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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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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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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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