Haunted by an old song

I don't know why this old song kept running through my head the other day but it was driving me crazy! First, there is the irritation
of the melody repeating ad nauseam. Then there are the lyrics, which are definitely from another era!

Hey, little girl, (if she's married she is probably a woman now)Comb your hair, fix your make-up. (is that before or after she scrubs the toilet?)
Soon he will open the door. ( all by himself?)
Don't think because
There's a ring on your finger,
You needn't try any more ( is that a finger ring or a nose ring? )

For wives should always be lovers, too. ( versus husbands who must be seduced?)Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you. ( He worked all day while you did what?)I'm warning you.

Day after day,
There are girls at the office, ( And he doesn't have to worry about competing with the men you come into contact with?)And men will always be men.
Don't send him off
With your hair still in curlers.
You may not see him again. (But he can sit around in his robe and gristly face all week end and you should be at his elbow or feet?)

For wives should always be lovers, too.
Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you.
He's almost here.

Hey, little girl (here we go again...)
Better wear something pretty,
something you'd wear to go to the city. ( you mean the little lady is allowed to go to the city!)
And dim all the lights,
Pour the wine, start the music.
Time to get ready for love. ( Gosh, she must be primed and ready to seduce him by now! )
Oh, time to get ready,
Time to get ready,
Time to get ready
For love.

Now, of course my brain kept changing the words to a more updated version.

Hey there you lug,
comb your hair, pick your socks up,
soon she will come through the door.
Don't think because there's a ring on her finger
you needn't try anymore.

For husbands should always be helpful too,
either cook her dinner or wash the dishes when your through.

Day after day there are guys at her office
who are happy to open her door
Don't sit around while she does all the housework
or she might not come home to you.

For husbands should always do their share too
Put down your remote and help until the work is through.
She's almost there.

Hey there big man put on something fresh and clean now
something you laundered your self,
something you'd wear on a date would be good!

And dim all the lights,
Pour the wine, start the music.
and maybe she'll be ready for love.

Oh, time to get ready,
Time to get ready,
Time to get ready
For love.


Now that I got that out of my system maybe this song will stop haunting me!

First computer

I spent Saturday morning at the home of a friend from work. She recently purchased their first computer and it scares her something fierce. She has two teen boys 14 and 16 who of course have already found my space and IM's but other than that none of them have any experience at all.

As I started with the basics of turning it on and off properly and installed all the prerequisite firewalls, virus protection, adaware, spybot etc... I tried to explain the vaugaries of safety on the web and warned the boys that I was also installing parental controls and a tracker so they needed to make sure they were not going anywhere their mom would not approve of. The 16 year old looked at the 14 year old and said "that means no porn you pervert" I told them it meant more than that. It also meant they would need to watch their language and steer clear of any offensive materials.

I walked them through the process of safely downloading Ipod tunes with their mothers permission and explained the system tools for disc cleanup, defrag and system restore. The 16 year old sat quietly next to me taking notes and asking questions while the 14 year old ran about whooping and hollering.

12 hours later the younger boy managed to put something onto Myspace that he shouldn't and wanted it gone. Not understanding the process because he wasn't listening, he took the older boys notes and did a system restore. Of course that didn't fix the My Space problem so he started randomly deleting things on the computer...goodbye Quickbooks, goodbye modem drivers... you get the idea.

I was able to walk the older boy through restoring the files from the trash and reversing the system restore over the phone. He's a bright kid and really wants to learn so I am enjoying it.

Now I just need to convince the Mother to learn more so she will not panic when he practices the things I show him.

Pyxle was caught red pawed

I thought Bob had been forgetting to push the kitchen chairs back in under the table but it turns out the culprit is Pyxle. Last night as I was at the stove she pushed and pulled one across the floor toward me and then jumped up on it to reach the counter and stove and check out what was up there to get into. So now at least I know how she managed to get the tomatoes off the counter.

Now I have to figure out how to make it so the chairs can't slide so easily. Dog gone it, I refuse to be dogged by a dog while cooking!

Dogs and tomatoes?

When I left for work today I had 4 tomatoes on the vine sitting on the kitchen counter. When I got home I had no tomatoes and a vine laying on the floor. Could a dog have eaten 4 whole tomatoes? Will they hurt her? She seems fine at the moment but either she ate them or she had company while I was at work.

I guess I won't be having stuffed tomatoes for lunch tomorrow and that I need to keep the tomatoes in a safer location.

My Andy Warhol impression...

I wanted to post a current photo on my new blog layout but could not get a shot I liked. I do not take great pictures and finally decided to play with one that was very washed out. After adjusting the contrast (a lot) and converting it to black and white I liked the effect. Adding the colors in the Warhol style completed the picture for me. I can tell it is me but it is me free from the reality of chin rolls, red blotchy complexion and the wrinkles that have come with the years. Hey! It's my blog and I can be a piece of art if I want!