Shit I Have Never Understood

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Ten for Monday

Apologies for the erratic posting. I will try to get back on the ball. Almost every day, there is something pulling me away from posting. I am currently in idle mode. I took Bacall to PT, so I have an hour that I don't have to fetch anything for her.

Two Cuties

Missing Comments

Over the past few months, more than a few comments seem to have vanished into cyberspace or have been rejected. Well, it seems to the commenter that is what has happened. In fact, I just recently discovered that Blogger has tagged them as spam.

I get the usual notice of the comment, but no indication that Blogger has flagged it as spam.

They fall into three categories 

1) Neither of us notices. I have nothing to add to the comment, so I don’t go to the site to reply and find it's missing.

2) The commenter notices it’s missing and sends me an email wondering WTF.

3) The commenter notices, but figures I rejected the comment and so grumbles but does not write me. Since sending me an email is considered dangerous, as they feel sure their Mother will be informed.

If you note your comment is missing, you may write me. I pledge I will not inform your Mother, wife or priest.

Male Tails

 

Do Any of These Do Anything For You?

It's Veterans Day

Honoring all those who have served.

I served on the USS Constellation. Two all-expense-paid tours to the waters off Vietnam.

Including the air wing, there were 5,500 aboard. That's a small town.

Mid Week Edition

While still in college, I worked at a small insurance company. The guy I worked for was the VP, the only VP. He wore many hats one was Personnel. You might recall that old term. He was always the gentlemen. He quietly referred to lovlies with terms like "She has shoulders and eyeballs."

She has eyeballs. 

It's Hump Day

#4

This one is for Peter

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Did Someone Ask When Are We Going to be There One Too Many Times?

Baby's Got Her Blue Jeans On

Brits have Jodphurs, Yanks have Blue Jeans.

Mel McDaniels' song.

Down on the corner by the traffic light

Everybody's lookin' as she goes by

They turn their heads, and they watch her 'til she's gone

Lord have mercy, baby's got her blue jeans on

Up by the bus stop and across the street

Open up their windows to take a peek

How she goes walking, rockin' like a rollin' stone

Heaven help us, baby's got her blue jeans on

She can't help it if she's made that way

She's not to blame if they look her way

She ain't really tryin' to cause a scene

It just comes naturally

No, the girl can't help it

Well, up on main street by the taxi stand

There's a crowd of people, and a traffic jam

She don't look back, she ain't doin' nothin' wrong

Lord, have mercy, baby's got her blue jeans on

She can't help it if she's made that way

She's not to blame if they look her way

She ain't really tryin' to cause a scene

It just comes naturally

No, the girl can't help it

Down on the corner by the traffic light

Everybody's lookin' as she goes by

They turn their heads, and they watch her 'til she's gone

Lord, have mercy, baby's got her blue jeans on

Heaven help us, baby's got her blue jeans on

Weekend Edition

What's Not to Like? 

She is Getting Away With It in a Busy Restaurant