No, No, NO, You Got It All Wrong

Surely by now most of you know of the recording where some people hear Laurel and others hear Yanny. Personally, I heard Yanny.

That got me thinking. About song lyrics. I spent an hour searching and laughing so hard I was in tears.

I don’t know why my brain thought of song lyrics, it’s on its own track most days. First thing that came to my mind was “Wrapped up like a douche when you’re rover in the night” made me laugh and laugh. I can’t tell you how many millions of times both my husband and I belted that line out like we knew what the hell we were singing. I mean does that even make sense? No. Didn’t have to we had fun singing it. Actual lyrics are ” Blinded by the light revved up like a deuce another runner in the night” Makes about as much sense as what we were singing.

Then it made me think of ” I was Jack and you were dyingggggg” First time I heard that song I was thinking why in the hell is she dying?? Then I had to laugh at myself. I mean Duh. JCM’s Jack and Diane beat is clearly playing in the back ground so ” I was Jack and you were Diane” makes way more sense but go ahead listen to it and tell me you don’t hear him saying ” I was Jack and you were dyinggggg”

So, I got to googling. This is where the real laughter came in.

Apparently most people think Elton John wants Tony Danza to hold him closer ….. Hold me closer Tony Danza is actually ” Hold me closer Tiny Dancer” which I hear the correct lyrics in that song, one of my all time favorites except for the Tim McGraw version, not a fan of that one.

See that girl, watch her scream, kicking the dancing queen which is actually ” See that girl watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen”

Now, if you aren’t singing these as we go along, just stop reading now and go somewhere else, you are no fun and probably not laughing either.

Sweet dreams are made of cheese ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

I am a big Queen fan. Love Freddie. And I am here to tell you some of his songs are out there in terms of the wording and the story line, not gonna lie I get most of them all wrong but this one had me rolling. Kicking your car all over the place we will we will… actual ( which makes just as much sense ) ” kicking your can all over the place..”

And……. I Like Big Butts in a Can of Limes!!!! ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

So, tell me your favorite misheard lyric.

โœŒ๐Ÿผ Jules

I Got Loopy

We aren’t ones that go out on the town and cut loose. Or, I suppose I should say we don’t do it very often. I am a people person. My husband is not. I’m happy to mingle and socialize or even just stand back and observe. Oh how I LOVE to people watch! My husband would rather tv watch. I am more comfortable dressed up, which to me is anything that is not scrubs, jeans, sweats or sneakers. My husband is Levi’s and sneakers.

I could go on and on about how opposite we are, but I’ll save that for a different post.

Before I get to what I really want to tell you about, I need to give you some of our back story. We have been married for almost 21 years. I come from a family full of alcoholics and drug addicts. MOST are clean and have been for many years. Because I grew up smack dab in the middle of crazy insane full blown partying at every family get together, I put myself up on this pedal stool because I was going to be better then them. Shew. I’ll tell you, all these years later it breaks my heart to say that. Now my husband, totally opposite upbringing. His dad was a cop in LA way back in the 70’s. My husband is straight out of Compton before Compton was gang territory ( or so I’m told) His parents loaded up the family and moved all the way over here to good ol Indiana because his dad seen the changes coming. So, Southern Cali surfer dude transplanted to the corn fields of the Midwest. Snooty. As time passes and so does life, my husband becomes a drug addict. Yup. I fell off that pedal stool so hard. But, where I was going with all of that, before I ever fell I refused to drink. I knew. I felt it in my blood. I wouldn’t allow myself to drink scared I wouldn’t quit. No I never became an alcoholic or drug addict. My husband and I had been married for nearly 8 maybe 9 years and he had never known me to drink so we had a New Years Eve Party and I drank and drank and drank ๐Ÿคฎ was not pretty. Crazy I tell you. So, here we are years later and let me tell you I love margaritas and I love tequila! He did all his crazy shit while I was raising our kids I think he’s ready to be an old man now. Me, I’ve raised my kids now I want to be carefree and crazy!!! ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ

Last October we went to Nashville for our 20th wedding anniversary. His brother and his wife surprised us at Sambucas ( which if you are ever in Nashville make a reservation and have dinner there OMG its insanely delicious!!) After dinner they took us over to Broadway, I was mesmerized. We live in a very small rural farm town on a river this is something I had never experienced. WoW!!! LOVED every bar we went into, every thing we saw, I was so in awe of everything and wandered why in the hell no one ever told me about this place. We made our way to Nudies Honky Talk were we propped ourselves up on a stool on the second floor balcony got more drunk and people watched. There was a bachelor and his party having the time of their life down on the dance floor, next thing you know there I was right in the middle dancing away and so was my sister in law. SO.MUCH.FUN. Our husbands drug us out of there 30 minutes before last call. Jerks. We found a corner hot dog vendor and ended our night with a dog and an Uber ride. The next night we had tickets to Kid Rocks Fish Fry , I love Kid like no other but 1. it’s not really a fish fry and 2. He ain’t got nothing on Nudies. I couldn’t talk my husband into a shirt from Nudies and I was broke after bar #2 so no shirt.

Fast forward to April 13 of this year and back to Nashville with same brother and SIL along with my husbands 2 sisters and their spouses. They all stayed at a fancy Marriott ( I wanted lots of tequila and a T-shirt from Nudies so we got a hotel over by the shell mart๐Ÿ˜ฌ) TWO nights of downtown Nashville! Both nights ending up at Nudies Honky Tonk. I am telling you I love that bar!!! If that bar was in say Key West I would just pack up and move now. Love it. We had the best time. What I need is a job that pays me to travel and go to these places!!! โค๏ธโค๏ธ I cant talk him into going all the time like I’d love to. Seems now that most all of the kids are grown ( youngest just turning 13 next month the rest are all adults) he’s out frown letting his ambitions fly to the wind. I get it, do not want anything to ever mess with his sobriety, I just want to live a little before I die. So, all of this I am telling you is because I also wanted to tell you I got me a damn Nudies shirt that night. Yup. I wasn’t leaving until I got one. We compromised I wanted a T-shirt he said it had to be a tank ( and yet again I spent all my cash on tequila shots) I knew what his thinking was ” let her get a tank she will never wear it out of the house” ( I try to be respectable looking most of the time so I don’t let body parts hang out at Wal Mart) I got the tank- a red tank. And damn it if winter didn’t hang around here forever and 9 full moons! Left work tonight at 5:30 put the top down on my car came home and do you know what I put on???? Hell Yeah I did!!