Reinforcing Comma Placement. Being Educated On Angry Periods And Isn’t Being Right The Most Euphoric Feeling?

A text exchange with Lauren this past week had me confused for a minute but caused me to giggle:

I thought EXCLAMATION POINTS made me sound angry, but according to my oldest daughter, I was incorrect. She is not only the real police, she is also the grammar police so, I know she was being funny.

I have music playing on our Sonos system ‘throughout the inside and outside’ of our house from the moment I wake up until we sit down to watch the boob tube around 7:30-8pm.

Some days I’m all about John Mayer or Return Of The Mack Radio, but lately it’s been Chris Stapleton and whatever Pandora thinks relates to Chris Stapleton. Soulful country.

One day last week The Coach waltzed into my office while singing along with this oldie-but-goodie when he caught my attention at the second line.

The only two things in life that make it worth livin’
Is guitars that tune good and firm feelin’ women
I don’t need my name in the marquee lights
I got my song and I got you with me tonight
Maybe it’s time we got back to the basics of love

Waylon Jennings

Me: Hey, what if the women aren’t firm feeling any longer?

Coach: No, it’s Guitars that tune good AND firm, (comma) feeling women. The guitars are firm.

Me while giving side eye: And then he feels women? I don’t think so, let me look that up.

*Goes directly to the google machine for verification*

I said excitedly: WRONG!

Isn’t being RIGHT the best feeling in the world? I mean, if drug addicts felt right about things before trying drugs, they might never have traveled that path and instead tried to be RIGHT about things.

*I just made myself laugh*

Thank goodness I was right, but still, the only thing firm about me is my stance on recycling.

I love being married. You can literally annoy ONE special person for the duration of your life. Am I right or am I right?

*I just realized a FUN fact after listening to the entire song again: In the last line Waylon mentions “Jerry Jeff’s (Walker) Train Songs”; well we’re almost full semi not really circle because now, present day, we are friends with Jerry Jeff’s Son, Django. (yes, his real name)

Django Walker, Suz and Patrick Davis at a charity event the Coach put on in 2019. I was wearing wedges and yet I still look like a toddler next to them.

I know it was a stretch, but still I can’t help but see the significance of all of this. 😳

Anyone else get a bit smug when they’re right? How about angry looking punctuation? Is that new to you too?


Vacation, All I Ever Wanted

I know you’re thinking, why does Suz get to have all the fun? Because I demand it, damnit.

After three years of postponement we finally got back to one of our favorite places with one of our favorite groups ; it was originally canceled not because of Covid, but because they were still regrouping after Hurricane Dorian devastated the Abaco chain of islands. The islands are not the same thanks to Dorian, but boy are they working hard to rebuild. Their perseverance and Bahamian spirit are admirable.

To get to our beloved Elbow Cay, it was just a plane hop, a taxi skip, and a boat ferry jump to Paradise. The Coach and I left our house at 7:15 am and were at the rental house on the island around 10:30 am.

Oh, lets back up that covid bus.

To even get here you had to jump through many covid testing/protocol hoops. Proof of negative tests prior to travel, testing after arrival and testing before departure back home. We might have had a vacation, but our sinus passages did not. I’d say the Bahamian government is one of the most crooked, but they are at least trying to keep their islands healthy. If you are caught unmasked where you are supposed to be masked, it’s a $1,000 fine and possible BAHAMIAN JAIL. I’m not a fan of jail in general, but I def didn’t want to see the inside of a Bahamian jail.

The Gang’s back together; us and Don & Kelly.


Ya’ll, I ate and drank my way around the island; I was in shrimp heaven, the Coach was in conch heaven. See the smallish crab claw? How’d you like to meet up with that guy in the wild?

Do you think they serve grilled shrimp in the Bahamian jail?


We rented an amazing house for the week with lots of space for ourselves inside and out. There were many rain storms, but we didn’t really care. One sunny afternoon the Coach, Kelly and I sat by the pool for a few hours contemplating selling everything we own and starting over as Bahamians.

I ate. I Drank. I had zero exercise unless you consider a little walking and opening a bottle of wine a workout for a week.

I also had naps or at least a rest, daily around 3pm. I was like a happily fed and well rested toddler.

We had great music nightly with our beloved songwriter friends after the sunsets on our deck.

After getting home and unpacking I gave my scale a sideways look, then pushed it with my big toe under the bed for now. Time for detox.

There is one aspect of this trip that makes me happier than even the food and wine, and I’ll share that in my next post.

Did you miss me? Did you keep your promise of not having fun while I was away?


The Muddling Of Lyrics Corrected~I Hear What I Hear

Don’t judge me, but I enjoy listening to the 70’s and The Bridge (easy/soft rock) channels on my Sirus XM while in the car.

Never mind, judge away. These are the songs from my childhood. I can still see my Mom next to me, singing and dancing to these very tunes, neither of us encumbered by a seat belt.

{The mustaches. The hair. The suits}

SIDE BAR: Did I tell you I broke my nose at 11 because I ate the dashboard with my face while NOT wearing my seat belt?

I actually broke it one more time at 14, and at 16 I underwent Rhinoplasty because I struggled to breath through my nose.

Spoiler alert: I still struggle to breath through my nostrils.


I hear it all the time on my old people channels and one line has always baffled me.

Finally, this week, after forty something years, I looked it up for clarification and I’m glad to say, I wasn’t the only one who was confused.

I thought they were saying:

I’m not talking about Millennium.

I know that makes NO sense, but it worked for MY ears.

A clip of comments from Youtube:

Hello, yeah, it’s been a while
Not much, how ’bout you?
I’m not sure why I called
I guess I really just wanted to talk to youAnd I was thinking maybe later on
We could get together for a while
It’s been such a long time
And I really do miss your smile I’m not talking ’bout moving in
And I don’t want to change your life
But there’s a warm wind blowing
The stars are out and I’d really love to see you tonight We could go walking through a windy park
Or take a drive along the beach
Or stay at home and watch TV
You see, it really doesn’t matter much to me I’m not talking ’bout moving in
And I don’t want to change your life
But there’s a warm wind blowing
The stars are out and I’d really love to see you tonight I won’t ask for promises
So you don’t have to lie
We’ve both played that game before
Say I love you, then say goodbye I’m not talking ’bout moving in
And I don’t want to change your life
But there’s a warm wind blowing
The stars are out and I’d really love to see you tonight
I’m not talking ’bout moving in
And I don’t want to change your life
But there’s a warm wind blowing
The stars are out and I’d really love to see you tonight
I’m not talking ’bout moving in
And I don’t want to change your life
But there’s a warm wind blowing
The stars are out and I’d really love to see you tonight

Did you know the correct lyrics? Or maybe, you’re too young to have even listened to this song?

We’ve discussed before how song lyrics can really go over my our heads. (Bob Marley, Justin Timberlake) In those cases, I knew the lyrics, but the meaning of them confused me. Which is different from NOT hearing the correct words, Bright Suz.

One of my favorite ever mis-hearings is Kenny Rogers’ Lucille from when I was 10 years old.

I swear he was saying: You’ve picked a fine time to leave me Lucille; 400 children and crap in the field.

Only The Lonely by The Motels came out in 1982 when I was 15.

I was in the car with my Aunt singing this song and she corrected me when I sang: Only the lonely, get laid.

I’m laughing at the thought of it; I was so naive because everyone knows that lonely people don’t get laid.


The Coach is always singing the incorrect lyrics and I used to correct him and he’d say, I like my version better. So I quit correcting him. Really, who am I to correct anyone when I just told you what I HEARD.

Please make me smile with some of your mis-hearings.