FOUR? Scary Weather, Scary Neck, Silly Conversations

I have professed before that I do not watch the news. It just isn’t good for my well being. That being said, I turned on the TV the other night and before I could get to my beloved and safe HGTV, the world news was there trying (and succeeding) to get to my psyche in the first 4 seconds. I heard blah, blah, yada, yada, A FOURTH dose might be needed.


Have ya’ll seen anyone running around with their pants on fire because the elusive dangled carrot on a string keeps being pulled from us.

Like you, I’m tired of it all.


I saw a trio of happy dolphins this weekend, dolphins never lie so they are my favorite.

The Coach and I are still feeling the affects of our exposure. I thought after five days or so that I would be golden. Reality: But we are getting there. I think.

Thursday, Friday and Saturday we had the most glorious weather. I got in some nice walks and even visited the beach for a few minutes. Vitamin D. Vitamin Sea.

Sunday Morning: Not.So.Golden.

Just like I avoid the world news, apparently I also avoid the local news too because yesterday we woke up to a crazy storm with tornado warnings. Me thinking: What is my phone is going off with a scary siren and the words: SEEK SHELTER!

Me to the Coach: Um, maybe we should close the sliders and windows?

We were fine, but there were several tornado sightings and several did touch down. Sadly, it appears they targeted a trailer park. Can the Trailer Park People get a break?


The Videographer from Lolo and Nathans wedding sent over a Sneak Peak of wedding snippets. I watched it last night and all the good feeling vibes returned. But you know me. I was aghast when I saw a snippet of myself as I was giving my toast and you’ll be happy that I didn’t even notice my hair.

It was my neck!

GOOD LORD, can you NOT take a video or picture from BELOW me? (we were on a stairway landing)

The Coach and I sat at the counter last night having some tomato soup and makeshift grilled cheese (on English muffins) as I didn’t feel like cooking and we had this conversation about the video:

Me: Holy mackerel, did you see my neck? What the hell man? I contemplated it for a moment. I guess it could be worse, I could have NO neck with my head just sitting on my shoulders. Then every time I needed to turn my head, I’d have to turn my entire body like this. And I showed him for reference in case he didn’t get it.

Him: OR, OR you could have NO eyes to even see the state of your neck.

I thought about his idea for a moment.

Me: Nah, I like my idea better; my choice is no neck at all. I’m keeping my eye balls.

Aging isn’t for sissies. But it sure does beat the alternative and I’m not talking about no eyes or neck.

How about you? Nice weekend? Nice weather? Nice neck?


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.


An Unappealing Issue With The General Public At Publix

If you came here for deep thoughts, you will won’t be disappointed today.

*Publix is the grocery store chain where we shop. Whenever I type the word Public, I usually type Publix instead, because it is a big part of my life*

Something that I’ve pondered for years, but haven’t shared here has to do with bananas.

I told you: DEEP.

Are you a ‘bring your own bag person when it comes to grocery shopping? If you are, you are cool and I like you deeply.

I always remember my shopping bags, but I also have some smaller reusable bags specifically for produce. I have to admit, sometimes those smaller bags get lost in my trunk and I forgo using them. Do I use plastic bags for my produce if I forget mine? Not on your life.

I plop my produce right in the COVID cart as I’ll be washing it all when I get home anyway.

No biggie, but something that I occasionally see in the produce department baffles me:

Bananas IN plastic bags.

Are you picking up what I’m putting down?

A shopper picks up a bunch of ‘nana’s and places them INSIDE a plastic bag then puts them in their cart.

Mother Nature made specific coverage for said ‘nana’s. They are already protected, so why are you giving them extra protection? It’s like a condom on a condom. This is wasteful with no chance of banana babies.

Photo by Any Lane on

I’d like a Gold Star for not actually saying this directly to the banana offenders in the store, you know I want to, but, I ain’t No hollaback girl.


A while back Nance wrote an entire blog post devoted to produce with an emphasis on bananas and their cost. I can’t walk past a banana display without thinking of her. That’s one way to get inside my head: blog about fruit.

For many years the Coach didn’t share my enjoyment of fruit. I think he was trying to avoid sugar and instead was eating bacon while his cholesterol was perfectly normal, and mine was skyrocketing. No, I’m not bitter, thanks for asking.

He’s had a change of heart lately and has skipped the daily bacon, and has been enjoying bananas, grapes, and apples with me. (He’s also lost weight)

I’ve been buying more bananas lately. I have to admit, I don’t usually look at the prices. I want them, so I buy them.

I had a planned trek to Costco this week:

Coach: get some bananas while you’re there.

Me: You have to buy TOO many in a bunch. We won’t be able to eat them.

Coach: I’ll eat them. I can eat two a day.

Me: Bragger. Ok.

I bought one huge bunch. (Here it is minus 2) They weren’t the prettiest, but I noticed the price was $4.99. {there you go Nance!}

I figured if we didn’t eat them we could always feed them to our staghorn ferns, as we already throw the peels in there, but they don’t mind the whole ‘nana.

When I got home, I was astonished at how I spent over $400 at Costco. I shouldn’t have been as I tend to leave a lot of money there. I went back through my receipt to get an overview of what the heck I’d purchased and I noted that the cashier charged me the wrong price for my large bunch of bananas.

$1.29 for 9 bananas. I feel like I got an amazing deal, but also felt bad that I inadvertently stole bananas.

But if you think I’m gonna fight the traffic and the onslaught of snow birds who now live at Costco for the free samples so I can pay the difference, well you might be a Monkey’s uncle.

**Edited to add** A few commenters pointed out that $1.29 probably was the correct price. I think the $4.99 price was for the organic bananas, which I did not purchase.

If you think I spent minutes putting this fruity post together, then you’d be correct. Minutes.

I’m waiting for more wedding photos before I can put that post together. Do you want photos and details? Or just photos?

Do any of your blog friends get in your head and travel with you?

One day I’m going to write a post solely about all of you bloggers and commenters who I think of as I go about my glamorous life of stealing fruit from Costco. That is if I ever get over the bananas-in-bags situation at Publix.


Your friend who DOES have some restraint in public, but she’s still bananas.