Flashback Friday

Track listing:

1.  The Looking Glass - Brandy
2.   Daniel Boone - Beautiful Sunday
3.   Lighthouse - Sunny Days
4.   Mouth and MacNeil - How Do You Do
5.   Hollies - Long Cool Woman
6.   Donny Osmond - Go Away Little Girl
7.   O'Jays - Backstabbers
8.   Raspberries - Go All The Way
9.   Andy and David Williams - Fly Pretty Baby
10. Rod Stewart - Maggie May
11. Bobby Vinton - Sealed With A Kiss
12. Cher - Gypsies, Tramps and Theives
13. Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show - Sylvia's Mother
14. Donny Osmond - Sweet And Innocent
15. Argent - Hold Your Head Up
16. Eric Clapton - Let It Rain
17. Slade - Mama Weer All Crazee Now
18. Bulldog - No
19. Five Man Electrical Band - Money Back Guarantee
20. Rick Springfield - Speak To The Sky
21. Albert Hammond - Down By The River
22. Gallery - I Believe In Music

Lost Shirt Update

I'm very happy to report that the lost tie-dyed Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame t-shirt has been found.  Someone must have snuck into the house and crept down the hall to my bedroom and slipped into my closet when I wasn't looking.  I'm happy now. 

Has Anyone Seen My Shirt?

I get so frustrated whenever I lose something. But given my track record, this happens just about every week.  I guess I just have too much stuff.  But I digress. I'm frustrated right now because I've spent the last half hour looking for my very cool tie-dyed t-shirt from the Rock And Roll Hall Of Fame.  I've gotten quite a few compliments when I wear it, because on the back it says "If it's too loud, you're too old."  I know it's here at The Compound somewhere, but I just can't find it.  It's not that I wanted to wear it tomorrow - I just wanted to know where it is. 

I'm sure that makes no sense but I'm like that.  I'll think of something I haven't seen or used in awhile, and then go on a massive search and rescue mission in the house looking for it, just because I want to see it and want to know where it is; not because I want to use it.  I'm going to go search some more in my closet and in the basement during the commercial breaks during "Ugly Betty."  I'll keep you posted on my search and rescue mission. 

Records Are Made To Be Broken

Yesterday was a record breaking day in Louisville.  In case you didn't come out of the house yesterday, nor turned on the TV, gas prices jumped to a record high of $3.39 a gallon in Louisville.  Everybody you talked to was hacked off - and rightly so.  Gas was over 35 cents more per gallon than it was a week ago.  Or even a day ago.  I don't know what the true reason is - I'm sure it has something to do with the refineries or global warming or the coming spring elections. 

With gas prices at an all-time high in Louisville, our friendly Krogers are doing their part - in today's Curious Journal, Krogers had a full page ad reminding people that if they use their Krogers card, they can get 3 cents off per gallon at the Krogers gas stations.  Well whoop-tee-doo.  With gas inching towards three and a half bucks a gallon, like 3 cents off a gallon is going to make any difference?  Nice try, Krogers, but it doesn't work.  Three cents less beats paying three cents more, but when gas prices are so high right now, that doesn't seem to matter.  Maybe they'd be better off giving us three cents off per gallon of milk. 

Life Changing Decisions Made At The Mexican Restaurant

The 'rents and I had a great dinner at our favorite 'hood Mexican restaurant today.  The place wasn't crowded, the food was awesome and the price was very cheap (only $5.99 for their all-you-can-eat buffet).  We sat at a booth, and I had a clear view of a table in front of the restaurant.  It was about 20 feet away, and while I wasn't eavesdropping, I could hear just about everything that was said.  Seated at that table was a woman in her fifties, and three young teenage girls, each with a tiny baby. One of the young girls also had a little boy, about a year old.   About half-way through our meal, another woman in her forties came in and sat down at the table. They had finished eating, and the woman was asking each girl some questions and filling out paperwork.  I heard the woman tell the girls that she would bring a baby carrier the next time she saw them, and then she went on to ask more questions.  When she asked one of the girls her baby's birthdate, I almost fell out of my seat when she said "May 7, 2007."  Yes, this young mother - a kid herself - was out at a Mexican restaurant with her week-old baby.  

We continued eating and I kept on listening and watching, and it didn't take me long to figure out actually what was going on.  The older woman was there getting information from the girls and them and their babies in an effort to get the babies adopted.  My suspiscion was confirmed when the woman in her forties picked up a bottle and started feeding one of the babies and talking to it and said "I'll sure be glad when they get you a new mommy. Grandma is tired of all of this."

I've witnessed drama, arguments and even a fight or two while dining out at restaurants.  I've witnessed people getting upset and crying, and I've seen people behave like total asses, but I have to say I've never witnessed anything like this before in a restaurant.  Nor do I think I'll ever seen anything like it again.  It was almost sureal - there before my very eyes, these three young girls were making arrangements to give up their babies for adoption.  On TV and the movies, that usually happens in a hospital room before or after a young girl has her baby, or in a downtown clinic while anti-abortion protesters are maching outside.  But here at the Mexican restaurant, while the rest of us were making a decision about whether or not we wanted a second plate of food, these girls were making a decision that would change their lives.

Something You Don't See Everyday

I was on my way home from work this afternoon when I witnessed Something That You Don't See Everyday.  It might even fall into the category of "Something You Don't See" period.  As I was driving down busy traffic-filled Cane Run Road, I came across a man driving a riding lawn mower. He wasn't up on the sidewalk, nor was he mowing the grass by the road - he was driving it along with the regular traffic.  He was in front of the car in front of me, and instead of getting in the left lane to pass him, I stayed in the right lane just to see what he was going to do.  Imagine my surprise when he pulled into the Cork 'n' Bottle liquor store.  Imagine my further surprise when he pulled up at the drive-thru window. 

By the time he pulled into the liquor store, he was about 4 or 5 cars ahead of me, so I would have had ample time to pull out the cell phone and take a picture of him with my camera phone, but believe me when I tell you that I was stupified and was unable to focus my attention on the phone to even take the picture.  I could do nothing but just stare in disbelief.  Never in my life would I even imagined seeing a man on a riding lawn mower going through the drive-thru window at the liquor store. But I will say that it reminded me of a story I read years ago back in the 70s. A true story, in fact.  The First Lady Of Country Music, Miss Tammy Wynette, was married to George Jones, and after an argument about his drinking, she hid the keys to their cars. George wanted to get his drink on, so he got on the riding lawn mower and rode it to town. 

 

Happy Mothers Day

A week ago, I asked Mom what she would like to do for Mothers Day -- the sky was the limit.  Some mothers would have said "Take me to X Restaurant for dinner" or "Get me a dozen of Y flowers."  She didn't hesitate to say "I'd like to fix some chicken in the rotisserie and have Lenora and Polly and Dr. Joe for dinner after church."  I ask you - could that request have been any more unselfish?  It's yet one more example of my Mother's giving and unconditional love for her friends.  Not a day goes by that I don't pray that I'm one tenth of the kind, giving person my mother is.

TWIT would like to wish a very happy Mothers Day to all of the women faithful readers that are reading this.  Even though you might not be a dictionary "mother", there's not a woman out there that doesn't have people that look up to her and that look to her for advice, guidance, or a shoulder to lean on.  To all of the women that read this, I salute you.