The Flintstones, The Beatles, and A Day in My Life

You know the song. 
Feel free to sing along, then stick around for MY version !

A Day in the Life  ( Lennon/McCartney )

"Woke up, fell out of bed,
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
And looking up I noticed I was late.
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,
Somebody spoke and I went into a dream

I read the news today oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall."

I'd love to turn you on
http://beatleslyrics.tripod.com/67-70.htm#06

MY version . . . .

 A Day in My Life  ( Wynn )


(Alarm) woke me up (too early), got out of bed
Pat my hand across (my son's) head ("Time to get up!" I said.)
Found my way downstairs, woke up my daughter, too.
Said, " Look at the clock." and  "Don't be late."

Fed the dog, and let him out.   
Made breakfast (and lunch) in seconds flat
Found my way over to my coffee cup,
Somebody spoke.............my youngest son is up. 


( This is the part where I am humming,
               and dancing around the room
         in a hippy-like fashion )  


I (read) the news (online) today.
Four thousand reasons not to leave the house.
But there is good news, after all
The Flintstones celebrate
                                                       
Happy fif -tieth "Have a yabba doo time", Bedrock fa-mi-LEEEEEEEEEEEE

I'd LoOOve toOOO TuUUUUUUUrn YoUUUUUUu oOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn 

Nuts



Charlie (Before)


Several weeks ago, my dog, Charlie,
was neutered.



I am tempted to take him back
to the veterinarian.

    
    


      "You need to put his nuts back in," I would tell them.




While the leg humping  has subsided,

he is WAY more hyper than he was before -

like a yappy little tasmanian devil, constantly tearing through the house.


                                         
                                         He is driving me " NUTS " ! ! !


Charlie (After)



Segway or Sedgeway ? ? ?

Sedgeway or Segway ?

My 14 year old son,
     who receives up-to-the minute news updates on his electronic,
hand held device, always keeps me informed of the latest news. 

Yesterday, he told me that the owner of Segway, James W. Heselden,
     apparently died, while using the apparatus. 

According to my son, he fell off a cliff.

My first question was,

     "Why was he driving a Sedgeway near a cliff?"

     "It's SEGway, not SEDGEway," my son corrected.

     "Are you SURE?" I asked.

     "YES," my son said, with great confidence.

BUT, I was curious, 
     so I decided to do some research. 

Segway, or Sedgeway?  That is the question.

I typed "Sedgeway or Segway" into Google.com,
     and it seemed that I was not the only one confused by the matter. 

As I scrolled down the page of links associated with the word,
     the question "What is the correct spelling and/or pronunciation?"
came up again, and again . . . and again.

Most seemed to think that it should be 
          pronounced SEGway.

There is a Segway.com.

There is also a Sedgeway.net. 

Interestingly enough, however, all of the stories found on Sedgeway.net
     use the spelling of
                     S-e-g-w-a-y.

At this point, I was leaning toward Segway,
                                    but I was not quite there. . . YET.

One word that kept popping up (during my research) was . . .
                                           SEGUE.

Coming from a family of musicians, I should be familiar with this term,
     as it is related to musical scores, and means
"to play into the following movement without a break."  (World English Dictionary) 

SEGUE can also be used in non-music related (every day life) terms,
                                             as in the following definition :

Segue - (n) any smooth, uninterrupted transition from one thing to another. 
                                                                                     (Dictionary.com)


Getting closer, still.

Then, I stumbled upon this website, which provided the following information : 
 
     "When you shift to a new topic or activity, you segue. Many people unfamiliar with the unusual Italian spelling of the word misspell it as “segway.” This error is being encouraged by the deliberately punning name used by the manufacturers of the Segway Human Transporter".

http://www.wsu.edu/~brians/errors/segway.html

Ah HA! 

By (not to be confused with "bye") JAMES,  I think we've GOT it! 

So, in conclusion, it seems the proper pronunciation and spelling
      (based on the notion that "seg" comes from "segue") is . . .

                                                  SEGWAY

and, is yet another victim of improper usage, for the benefit of marketing. 

If this is still not clear to you,
     think about the popular fast food restaurant chain, DUNKIN DONUTS.

The correct spelling of DONUTS 
     is D-O-U-G-H-N-U-T-S.

Speaking of which,
     I think I will hop on my Seg(ue)way
           and stop in for a chocolate glazed, on my way to work.

*  Side note - My spell check does not think that Segway OR Sedgeway
                               is the correct spelling ; )  
     Also, all kidding aside,
        my heart goes out to the family and friends of James W. Heselden.

                         http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pBWXWu8aRps

Sitting at the DMV

"Three hours is a LONG TIME to spend staring at the back of someone's head."  ~ anonymous

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Sunday evening, I sat down in front of my calendar to plan out my week.  It looked like Wednesday would be the "lucky day".

After an appointment in Fairfax, I would go (like the game of LIFE) directly to

                THE DEPARTMENT OF MOTOR VEHICLES.

I wrote it down in ink, so that I would not forget, and vowed not to come up with excuses not to go.

My day went, as planned.
I parked the car at the mall, just outside of JCPenney - the closest entrance to the DMV.

As I approached the long hallway, leading up to the "room", or what I like to refer to as the "human trap", I could already see the back of the line.

"Not good," I thought.

Whenever the line turns the corner, through the double doors, and out of sight, there is a good chance of being contained in there for HOURS.  

I took my place at the end of the line, and stood there, feeling like a "lab rat". 
The only difference was that I knew what was coming.    

When I reached the front, I presented the lady at the counter with my documentation.
She handed me a ticket with a number on it, as well as a form to fill out. 

I walked over to the table decorated with clipboards, and while I reached out to pick the perfect one, the security guard gave me the "suspicious look-over". 

          Maybe it was the temporary henna tattoo on my left forearm.


I grabbed the PERFECT clipboard, surveyed the rows and rows of DESIGNER chrome and plastic blue chairs, and found a suitable enough place to sit.  

With my lucky number at my side, I filled out the form.......................and waited. 

And waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, AND waited.

Tick, tock, tick.

Two designer blue chairs over, I noticed the ticket number started with the same letter. 

     "Apparently, you and I are soul mates," I commented (holding up my number), laughing at myself,
as that could have easily been interpreted as a pick up line.

He was much younger than I, and fortunately, had a sense of humor. 
He recognized that we were two victims, trying to find a way to pass the time, as well as ease our shared misery.

     "This is my second trip in two weeks," he said, "and the first time, I was here for THREE HOURS." 

     "Wow," I responded.  "Well, at least you brought a book."

     "I learned from last time," he said, smiling.  "Three hours is a LONG TIME to be staring at the back of someone's head." 

He paused and continued,

      ".....................and the worst of it is that I just signed a lease for an apartment in D.C., so I get to do this ALL OVER again!" 

     "OHhhhhh, I am SO sorry to hear that.  I am SURE that D.C.'s system is going to be MUCH more efficient," I commented (with sarcasm).   

Just then, the voice on the intercom called out my new friend's number. 

     "Good Luck!" he said....................walking away.   

                                                   Leaving me Behind.      

                                                                           To suffer.            

                                                                                        Alone.
 

     "Some soul mate HE turned out to be," I thought. 

Somewhere behind me, in the sea of blue chairs, someone was being serenaded with the "Happy Birthday" song, temporarily transporting me to a more joyful place.

After waiting two and a half hours, my number was finally called.

     "This is IT!" I celebrated.  I felt like jumping up in the air, like in that 1980's car commercial (see link below), long ago.   

I could see the ending in sight, as I preceded toward the counter with all of my paperwork.

     "I will be right back," said the DMV employee, after looking over my paperwork.

     "THAT IS NOT A GOOD SIGN," I thought.

She came back quickly, and handed me another form.

     "Here," she said, "You need to take this home and fill it out,

               T -  H -  E -  N         C -  O -  M -  E          B -  A - C - K."

Her words were like confusing background noise in my head.  They came out in slow motion, and seemed to come from way in the back of her throat, out of a loooooong, dark corridor. 

I stood there staring at her, in disbelief. 

"I CAN SEE YOUR LIPS MOVING, BUT I CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE SAYING ! ! !"
 (is what I was thinking). 

In a bit of a daze, I turned around and walked out.  I was tired, frustrated, and hungry.

Feeling the pain of my DMV soul mate, I said to myself,

     "Yep.  Two and a half hours is a LONG TIME to be staring at the back of someone's head.  Guess I need to find myself a good book,"

                      and I took my henna tattoo clad self...................in search of some food. 

                            http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rgoTXkXqxbA









 

Random Thoughts, Moments, and Observations, All Upon a Rainy Monday.............

De Ja Vu

Brushing my teeth, this morning, I thought to myself, "Wait a minute.  Didn't I JUST do this?"

While it had been six hours, it seemed like just 5 minutes ago.

Milk

My 11 year old insisted that I have a talk with my 16 year old about her new hobby -
                writing the grocery list on the sliding glass door with a dry erase marker.

I, who actually see it as a brilliantly creative use of space (aside from a fingerprint collecting device) said,

      " There are way too many things to be stressed out about, and that's not one of them. "

Then, I picked up the dry erase marker and wrote the word "milk" on the glass door.

The Smell of Coffee

My 11 year old walked in the kitchen and said,

" Something smells like a skunk!"

A few seconds later............................

"Oh.  It's your coffee." 

Personally, I always thought it smelled a bit like..........................pot. 

 Stuck?

Ever feel like life just has you feeling..........................STUCK ? 

And depending on the size of the wad of gum that your shoe is stuck to, you could be stuck for a REALLY LONG time. 

You pull and pull to try to break free, but no matter how hard you try, you just stand there....................STUCK!

Until you finally get smart enough,

                        and pull your foot out of the shoe. 

Fried Fish

Don't be fooled! 

Even if the menu at the Chinese restaurant says you have a CHOICE of either STEAMED fish

or FRIED fish, what it really means is that you have a choice between

FRIED fish................
                               
                        and FRIED fish.

So, would you like your fish fried ? ? ?

I'm BACK!

EXPECT MORE................................. !!!!!!

                                     stories,

         life observations,

                                      thoughts,

              and comments...............

                             ON MY BLOG this week. 

My blog problems appear to be resolved !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Working on it!

Working out the glitches, but I am getting closer......................I think???