… reasons I love Bob:
We got into the car today around noon. Bob turns to me and says, “You’ve got a little solar gain going in here.”
That would be instead of saying, “It’s hot.” And he’s not doing it to be silly or anything, he just thinks that way. How can you not love that level of geekiness?
Don’t write a song unless you have something to say.
I like myself better when I’m writing regularly.
I take it not only a day at a time, but a moment at a time, and keep it at that pace. If you can be happy right now, then you’ll always be happy, because it’s always in the now.
If I had the chance to do it all over again, I’d do it exactly the same. Wrong or right, it’s my life. Sounds like a song, doesn’t it?
Ninety-nine percent of the world’s lovers are not with their first choice. That’s what makes the jukebox play.
Sometimes you’re fooling around on the guitar and suddenly you just played a piece of a new song and it wakes you up. You think, What was that? I just wrote a song. Of course, then you can’t remember it.
My doctor tells me I should start slowing it down — but there are more old drunks than there are old doctors so let’s all have another round.
All from Willie Nelson
… is …
That’s like trying to pick up a turd by the clean end.
This came from Nicole Knepper’s blog (link below):
“Political Correctness is a doctrine fostered by a delusional, illogical minority, and rabidly promoted by an unscrupulous mainstream media which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a turd by the clean end.”
Read more: http://www.chicagonow.com/blogs/moms-who-drink-swear/2011/04/the-clean-end-of-a-turd.html#ixzz1KTtf157C
And, speaking of turds, I remember years and years ago my friend Kim Chamberlain argued with me about how to spell turd. She was convinced it was tird and got pretty nasty about it. I tried to set her to rights but we had no internets back in the olden days and turd wasn’t even in the dictionary. I looked.
But her argument was, “It’s like third. But without the ‘h’.”
Whatever. God, why do I remember things like that? Also, how did _I_ know how to spell it? Read it somewhere, I suppose.
OMG. Really high CF. (Creepy Factor)
Whoa. Seriously, these are worse than clowns.
Hope you’re having a great day and have fun plans for tomorrow. We’re doing Easter dinner tonight with the kids. Feast! Ham, smoked turkey, asparagus, scalloped potatoes, cherry pie. Yeah, I’m gonna weigh 300 pounds by the end of the year.
If you can’t eat it or play with it, then pee on it and walk away.