I just changed the title to the previous post. It should have been 'I don't want a pickle' to begin with. How silly of me to not realize this. One of the truly fantabulous songs of all time in my opinion.
This will just be a ramble - I'm killing time waiting for the polling judges to come by the church building and set up for the primary elections tomorrow. Our church is a polling place - which I think is kinda cool. Not that I'm into the whole politics thing, but I believe churches ought to be here to serve their communities (not the other way around), and it's the least we can do. We also have some people who set up a table with coffee and cookies for people as they come to vote. So tomorrow could be a lively day around the ol' office. I might even vote. Not so much that I'm voting FOR someone (well, maybe), but I want to vote AGAINST someone. Seems funny that it's perfectly okay with people that one candidate has a lifelong track record of lying and deceit, but the other candidate gets raked over the coals because his former pastor speaks his mind. This is the American way? Unfortunately it seems to be anymore. I'm ready for a change.
Anyway... I did have an artichoke experience yesterday. Daughter Carrie and boyfriend Drew made us two big honkin' arti's that we choked down. I wimped out after only a few leaves. I'm not a real butter lover, and I'm also not an adventurous eater. I could basically eat the same things every day. But it was kinda cool to actually see one and give it a try. Seems to be more of a "social" food. You socialize while making it and also while eating it.
The carpet people are supposed to come and put our new kitchen/laundry room/bathroom carpet in tomorrow too. I was hoping to leave Bogey-boy at the church while they did that, but it might not be a good idea with the election going on. I guess the carpet guys will just have to deal with the tub-o-dog lumbering around the house. At lunch today I spackled the big seams in the floor, so I'm hopin' it's all set. It'll be nice havin' kitchen furniture and a real floor again.
Can't think of anything else. Later.
2 comments:
Oh, Like, Wow Man!
I don't want a pickle
Just want to ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want a tickle
'Cause I'd rather ride on my motorsickle
And I don't want to die
Just want to ride on my motorcy...cle
Arlo Guthrei, The Motorcycle Song
Boy does that ever take me back to my Rock Jock days on the radio.
Hey remember the "Dead Skunk" Song, I just learned it on the guitar. The 70's were a blast!
I thought this might be up your alley, Rick. :)
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