I apologize but I’m going to drop out after my R1 selection. Both family and work issues hit the fan last night and I’m going to be out of commission for a few days dealing with it.
Has there been a draft for dumbest song lyrics ever, because that's an easy first rounder for me.
Jeez. Didn't mean to step on anyone's toes with that pick. Imitation is the highest form of flattery, or something like that, right?krista4 said:
Jeez. Didn't mean to step on anyone's toes with that pick. Imitation is the highest form of flattery, or something like that, right?
I'm still trying to get a handle on this theme.
Wait a minute
I firmly believed that I
Didn't need anyone but me
I sincerely thought I was so complete
Look how wrong you can be
My pick for round 3 is Rod Stewart's Every Picture Tells a Story
fypPeople drinking Black and Tans, Guinness, lager and limes, we were all united as one singing along awfully with this song. I always have fond memories when I hear this song. People can sing along and remember me. Round 3 - The Black Velvet Band - The Dubliners
Years later I was in England
ETA: nurses are the BEST!!
and i love that, unless they are the old, schoolcap type who are totally up in the bull####, nurses are the antidote to bull####. why you're hurt, hysterical or handicapped just falls away to the needs of care, then support. oh, that we could all muddle thru the way nurses want us to...My mom was happy to continue her education, but sorry that it eventually led to her getting into administration. She loved nursing, and especially loved working the ER. I think she'd still do it to this day if she could. She volunteered with a COVID clinic last year when they were short-handed.
At many viewings/ceremonies, etc. you’ll get a song accompanying a video with shuffling pictures of the deceased at various times in their life — this is that song.
My folks have wide, varied and eclectic musical tastes, as evidenced by this song — they aren’t Greek, brass-lovers, or from Tijuana….
But they still remember (and so do I, vaguely?) ~ 3y.o. li’l tyke higgins fiercely dancing to this song (more like jumping/spinning?) on the occasions they played it during this period.
Round 4 — ‘Zorba the Greek’, Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass — 2nd song in sequence.
I’m sure Maverick and Goose from Top Gun can’t hold a candle to you and your Mom singing this song.My parents got married when my mom became pregnant with my brother at the age of 19. Four years later, I arrived. When I was five years old, they divorced.
Mine’s far from sad “broken family” tale. My parents lived near each other, and we spent five days a week with my mom and two with my dad. I was also lucky enough to have all my grandparents within a few miles, and as my divorced parents each worked hard to provide for their split family, my brother and I spent greater-than-average time with our grandparents and drew unusually close to them (my brother had my maternal grandfather as his best man in his wedding!). We also grew up with a loving and lovely stepmother with whom my dad shared the most extraordinary relationship that a child could hope to pattern their own after (setting aside our failure to do so), and because my stepmother had four sisters, we suddenly had a large extended step-family to supplement our teeny-tiny one.
As close as I was to the rest of my family, my best friend is, always has been, and always will be my mom. She had me so young that we sorta grew up together. She was always the “cool mom,” driving a Camaro (ha!), highlighting her 80s-voluminous hair, and sharing her always-trendy (for better or worse) clothes with me. More often than not, people thought we were sisters. But beneath all that “cool” was even more “fierce.” Due to her pregnancy, she’d dropped out of school after earning her Associates degree in nursing, but after the divorce she worked two jobs while working toward her Bachelors. She moved up the nursing ranks from fill-in ER nurse through to supervisor and then into administration, and after receiving her MBA at the age of 40, she continued upward all the way to hospital administrator.
My mom and I are both quiet people. From her, I learned that being quiet doesn’t mean you can’t be confident, assertive, and strong, even though you have to make an extra effort to be “heard.” My mom is a soft-spoken badass.
One area where neither of us is quiet, though, is our shared tendency to blast music and sing at the top of our lungs. And there’s one song that, since I was a child and through to this day, my mom and I have always dueted together. I take the high parts on this one. No doubt it's the song she'd say reminds her most of me.
The Righteous Brothers - You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin'