Monday, November 17, 2014

Music Memory Monday 11.17.14

Time once again for my little play along (hahaha, get it, Play) meme, 

MUSIC MEMORY MONDAY

My selection for this week has a story behind it.  

Once upon a time, in a place far, far away, there was 2 sisters.  The older sister took ballet lessons.  Her teacher's name was Miss Barbara.  She was one scary, ole, bwitch.  The younger sister of ballerina, was a shy, quiet child.  It was me.  Hey, stop laughing, I was, once upon a time.  This young quiet child took about 2 lessons from Miss Barbara, and other than the fact that I don't have one dancing bone in my body, I just couldn't overcome my fear of the lady.  

My sister was getting good enough that she was trying to get into TOE SHOES.  Miss Barbara, being the fine outstanding, lover of all children, especially her students, who she so lovingly would poke with an ice pick if their legs moved the wrong way, would make those aspiring to become prima ballerina's, learn to stand on their tippy toes, WITHOUT TOE SHOES, for a long time.  I want to say, 3 to 4 hours, but she was a witch, remember.  I'm not sure about the time, but my sister would practice in the hallway, right by the front door, standing on those toes, to the following song.  And not the shortened version that I found.  The full, drawn out, all on side one the album.

IN-DA-GADDA-DA-VIDA by Iron Butterfly

A true ballet inspired song if I have ever heard one.  :)


And yes, dear ole sister, to this day, can still stand on those toes without the toe shoes.  
Your turn, let me know what song brings up memories for you.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Music Memory Monday 11.10.14

Welcome, welcome, welcome.

How many times have I said I'm back, and then it is weeks and weeks before I post.  Well, my before Thanksgiving resolution is to do it.  

So I'm starting a new meme.  I'm calling it

MUSIC MEMORY MONDAY

Every Monday I'm going to post a song from the past that I remember.  I would love for you all to link up and play along.  Well, maybe all 2 of you that still follow me.  :)

The song that I have chosen for this weeks fun and excitement is

DIZZY, BY TOMMY ROE

This song is from way back in 1969 when I was not even a teen.  Yet I still remember it.


Join on up.  If you dare.   Mwaaa-haaa-haaa

Monday, August 11, 2014

The Yard That Mr. Dazee Built

This is Mr. Dazee

This is the yard that Mr. Dazee built


These are the flowers that got planted in the yard that Mr. Dazee built

This is the fence that guards the flowers
From the wandering Deer
That got planted in the yard that Mr. Dazee built

These are the deer that come in the yard that Mr. Dazee built

These are the flowers that the deer won’t eat
That got planted in the yard that Mr. Dazee built

These are the flowers that the deer do eat
That got planted in the yard that Mr. Dazee built

This is the deer poop, that the deer drop
On the grass that got planted
In the yard that Mr. Dazee built

This is Dazee

This is Dazee, who flies out the door
To scare off the deer
That eat all the flowers
And poop in the yard
That Mr. Dazee built

This is the end, of a very sad tale
All about Deer and the yard that Mr. Dazee Built

NOTES OF INTEREST

Whilst taking picture for this post, I tried to find poop in our backyard.  Mr. Dazee is always right on it and getting rid of it.  That is why I had to just find a picture on your friend and mine, Mr. Google.

Roses are not deer resistant. 

Also some flowers that are sold as "deer resistant" have apparently not been tested as such

Yes, the wire fence had a Deer jump over it while being scared, yelled at, kindly asked to leave our yard

The HOA where we live will only allow a certain kind of fence to be put up.  Therefore some homes have elected not to put up fences.  This is why we have deer in the backyards.  

I can hardly walk anymore with my neuropathy, so I actually don't fly out the door, and the Deer just stare me down.  But I've gotten really good at telling them to "get" while stamping my foot.  :)

No Deer were injured in the writing of this tale


Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Really? You Can't Wait?


Howdy Rowdy's.  What's the haps?  (yes I spent time with my young nieces last night)

Anyweirddazee, today we are going to have a little talk about patience on the road.  I admit, I might get impatient on the freeway, if by chance an idiot  person merges onto the autobahn and then proceeds to go 20 miles under the speed limit.  But alas, I just turn on my handy dandy turn signal and get around them, while flipping them off below the window level so they don't see it, and go on my merry way.

That rant is now over.  Next I am going to talk about parking lot scenario's.  These actually happened to me this week, so it is not made up.  

Sit back and enjoy.

While stopping at the nearby Walmart, (because they have my bank inside the store), Mr. Dazee and I did our business and started walking out of the store.  I think I have mentioned that I have diabetic neuropathy.  Severe.  I can not walk very fast, and I'm in major pain while walking.  Mr. Dazee is ahead of me, walking like a normal person.  I am behind, doing the Dazee Mae walk of pain, when a Van with an older man and his wife come zooming around the one line of parked cars and proceeds to want to turn into the line of parked cars where we are.  He slows proceeds to try to hurry Mr. Dazee off the road, by inching ever so rudely closer to him.  At this time I am in the middle of the pedestrian crossing.  I think, "I will never make it fast enough for this dude", so I stop.

I look ever so nicely sour faced at him, and give him the universal hand motion of "you go first".  I wait a minute and look at him with the "why are you still there" look and he is doing the "no, you go first hand motion".  By this time he has totally pissed me off, so I look at him again, my face registering the "you are a total idiot" look and do the hand motion again, this time a little more forceful.  Apparently, his wife got involved after this display, because he did the hand movement like, "my wife just called me a name so you better go, and I'm really nice".  Dumb A.  I did go, but it did take me longer than he had hoped.  Too bad so sad for him.

Score one for Dazee

I dropped my daughter-in-law off to work this morning, because I'm nice like that, and after she got out, I started to back out.  Looked both ways like a good little driver should.  Get all the way out to the street, with my wheels turned to start moving forward, when a car comes zooming out of the other parking lane and stops abruptly, looking at me with her face all scrunched up and sending eye sparks my way.  Ummmm, lady, I was clearly out into the street.  You could have waited further back in the parking lane, waited to turn right, until I was well on my way.  But no, you were in a big freaking hurry to get to where you were going.  I think I might have mouthed Dumb A as I was driving by her, but I didn't look at her, so that doesn't count, right?

I guess what I'm trying to say here is, people need to be more courteous and patient when in parking areas.  There would be nothing worse than hurting someone, or even ending their life because you are in a big freaking hurry.

Speaking of ending a life, what is up with these people leaving their kids, pets and even elderly disabled parents in hot cars?  I sat in the car the other day, with all the windows down, while Mr. Dazee went into a store.  He said he would be just a minute.  But you know, sometimes you get in a store, and you can't find someone to help you, or you just get tied up, and so it lasts a lot longer.  I was getting so hot, and sweating, trying to find a napkin or something to wipe the sweat off my face, and THIS WAS WITH THE WINDOWS OPEN.  I had a bottle of water with me, but it had sat out in the car long enough that it was very hot water.  I did drink a little of it, but yikes, super hot water while sweating, no thank you.  

Phew.  I was really on a rant.  

In order to end on a really awesome note, and if you are my friend on facebook, I'm sorry for posting this yet again, but hey, what can I say.  

Who doesn't like bagpipe music, men in kilts, and fire.  

Do Enjoy