In the words of Aaron Rodgers, “R-e-l-a-x.”

When you simplify something, you make it less complex, you make it easier. I’m all for an uncomplicated and de-cluttered life, so to further that goal along, I give you today’s Musical Interlude Friday selection — “Easy” by The Commodores. Enjoy!

(though let’s be real, this is 99% Lionel Richie, 1% the rest of the group, but we’ll do it their way)


Also, bewitched and bothered.

I couldn’t think of anything to really write about in regard to the prompt for today, but it did remind me of one of my favorite songs. It’s been sung by everyone from Ella Fitzgerald to Rita Hayworth, but this is my favorite out of all those interpretations. Enjoy this midweek musical bonus.

*beep beep*


That guy better get his eyes tested. If we’re seeing what he’s seeing, it looks like has glaucoma.

When I was in high school, everyone was excited beyond words to get their learner’s permit. Driving a car was the most grown-up thing we could do at that point, well, legally-speaking, and my high school required you to take Driver’s Ed so you could graduate. I’m not sure I understand that, as I don’t know what learning to drive a car has to do with passing the state-mandated curriculum in order to go to college, but whatever. I took Driver’s Ed, and I passed. I got my permit. Driving is boring, honestly. It was fun for a while when I was 16 years old, but I’m going to be 36 in four months. It’s…okay? I mean, it gets me from one place to another, but I can’t say it’s something I look on with a lot of glee or anything. If I could go back and time and tell my teenage self to calm down and not be so excited about it, I probably would.

Put me back together.

I can’t remember the last time I put a jigsaw puzzle together. I think I was maybe, 10 years old? The point is, it’s been a while. I’d love to buy one of those huge, 1,000 piece puzzles and get a table and spend a while putting it together, but I know me, and after a few days, I’d get irritated and walk away. So, I leave that stuff to those with infinitely more patience than I have. Speaking of things being cut into segments, for today’s Musical Interlude Friday selection, I give you Bits and Pieces by The Dave Clark Five. Enjoy!

Too much.


While you’re talking, this is all I’m seeing.

I admit to having a lot of pet peeves, but one of my biggest is people who pour on the praise or the compliments like they’re water over Niagara Falls. They go overboard hoping to look the most appreciative or the most grateful…and it’s irritating as shit. I hate it. It makes you look like a butt-kisser, and no one like a butt-kisser. Showing appreciation or gratitude for something someone has done for you is always a good thing, but you have to know when to pull it in, when to turn it off.

A winning smile.


No one’s teeth *really* look that perfect. Right? Right??

I’ve been fortunate to only have had less than five cavities my entire life, none of which necessitated anything beyond a filling. No root canals, no nothing. Well, I did have to have a wisdom tooth extracted, but that’s it. Practicing good dental hygiene is imperative unless you want a mouth full of tree stumps. Brush your teeth, floss, use mouthwash, don’t drink/eat a lot of sugary foods, don’t make it a habit of chewing on wooden sticks or cracking jawbreakers……stuff like that. All of my followers are very intelligent people, so I know that’s all information you’re already well aware of, but still — a little refresher never hurts.

Those were the days.

I don’t know about you, but when I hear the word “stifle,” there is only one thing that comes to mind. Archie Bunker. I never watched All in the Family when it came out because I wasn’t born yet, but I have watched it plenty as reruns, and it’s hysterical. I also don’t know that a show like that could work today, given how politically incorrect it is. You’d think being 2018, we’d be more progressive than people were in 1971, but the fact is…in many ways, we’re not. Someone like Archie Bunker could never exist on television today, at least not network television, because too many special snowflakes would get triggered and call the network bitching about it. I say that as one of the liberalest liberals who ever liberaled. Too many people in my generation and in the younger generation are easily offended little ninnies. Now. Sing it with me, boys and girls — “Boy the way Glenn Miller played…”

I kinda sorta think I get it?


I’ve used this image so many times, I’m surprised it’s not the default image that comes up when you Google my blog title.

Have you ever felt like you’ve sussed out a situation without truly knowing all the facts, purely because one or two things really stood out to you as being significant in some way? You know, maybe you walked in on the tail end of an argument, so you don’t know what precipitated it, but you can quickly figure it out just based on body language or other clues? I don’t think it’s a superpower or anything, but it can sometimes be annoying because you end up learning things about people you maybe sorta don’t want to know.

It’s a lesson in not jumping to conclusions.

Have you ever sometimes thought something was happening, and you reacted to what you thought that something was, only to find out later that you were wrong…that’s not what was happening? Yeah. We’ve all done it, and there’s a reason it’s a popular cautionary tale in music. Someone thinks they hear or see something, they get all angry/upset, then they end up with egg on their face when they find out they had it all wrong. Such is the story in the song below. Also, make sure you know your girlfriend/boyfriend’s address. That way you don’t make the same mistake the narrator did. For today’s Musical Interlude Friday, I give you “Silhouettes” by The Rays [Herman’s Hermits covered it in the 60s, but the original is better.]. Enjoy!

Tom Brady fans, don’t read this.


If you don’t like football, and I don’t mean that wussy shit we call soccer, I don’t know what’s wrong with you.

We’re about to get REAL controversial up in here. This is way more polarizing than Democrat vs. Republican, ketchup vs. mustard.

Tom Brady is not the greatest quarterback ever.

I warned you.

I will admit my bias up front and say that I’m a Green Bay Packers fan, so my heart (and other body parts) rests with a different quarterback that wears #12, but my opinion is based in cold, hard truths, not my rapidly beating heart or quivering loins. Tom Brady is the most accomplished quarterback in NFL history. I think anyone who can look at numbers will admit that. However, championships are not the full measure of a person’s talent, and I will use an example from baseball to prove it. Look at Joe DiMaggio vs. Ted Williams. Both incredible hitters, both no doubt Hall of Famers. Joe DiMaggio won several WS titles because he played on incredibly stacked, incredibly talented teams. Ted Williams won no WS titles because he played on either shitty or terminally unlucky teams. No one will ever say that Joe DiMaggio was a better player than Ted Williams or a better hitter, because he wasn’t. Joe played on better teams, and his talent, plus the talents of those around him, won those championships. Ted Williams didn’t have that kind talent around him, so his incredible abilities by themselves weren’t enough to get over that last hump.

Sound familiar? Take Tom Brady out of New England and put him on the Packers, the Packers will win games sure, but they won’t win a Super Bowl. Put Aaron Rodgers on the Patriots, and the Patriots will still win the Super Bowl because the team is constructed to do it. It’s not Tom by himself, it’s Tom + others. Aaron Rodgers doesn’t have that luxury in Green Bay.

Hence why Tom Brady is more accomplished, but Aaron Rodgers is more talented. Debate over.