Monthly Archives: October 2010

Down the Pirate Road

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It has been a while since I talked about Hubs, and the way my life operates.  Recently, I went through a week or so where I had some really random dreams. The content was random, but the color and pictures in my head were so bright and clear.

So, I was having this dream, one of those dreams where you are anticipating getting somewhere, or seeing something, but you wake up. And you never know how it turned out. The reason I woke up is because Bill, for whatever reason, decided that I needed to get up at the same time as him that morning.  So, that night, I was telling him about the dream:

 

I was driving around in downtown Charleston. I noticed a ton of college kids standing around on the sides of the streets. I pulled over to ask a girl why so many people were just standing around. She said that all of the buses were down, and no one had a way to get off of campus.  The were depending on the kindness of strangers to get people home. I told her I was headed to S-ville, if she needed a ride. She asked if her roommate could come too. Sure.

So, they get into my car, and we head to S-ville. Then, through S-ville. They point me down a few turns. Then, the girl says “Turn left here.” I do. After about a hundred yards, there was a wall of trees. She says “Just head straight down the Pirate road.” So, I say OK. I pull forward, right into the trees. I come out of the trees on the other side, onto a seriously long dirt road. Way in the distance I could see the outline of what looked like the biggest house ever!

 

Then Bill woke me up.

When I told him that we had reached the point where he woke me up, his honest to God, straight-faced question was:

 

“Was the girl hot?”

Yes ladies. This is MY Husband. And you can not have him!  🙂

My Life in the Key of G.

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Way way back before Mr. HuniorsBar and Mrs. HuniorsBar got married, I was at a party at Mr. HuniorsBar’s house. After several beverages, I decided that it was time for me to learn to play the guitar. So, I hit up a friend with a guitar, and asked him to teach me. He said OK.  The first step, to learn one chord. For whatever reason, he started with the G chord. He told me to keep practicing getting, and holding my fingers in that position. He would play a few songs, indicating when I should chime in with my one G chord. It was fun. After a while, the party started dying down. I, of course, was still sitting there playing my one chord. I wrote a song.  I can’t remember all of it now, but it went something like this:

I am sitting on the couch and I’m really really bored.

I am sitting on the couch and I’m playing the G chord.

Ooh… Ooh… Ooh… Geeeeeeee Chord!

Maybe we are all better off for me failing miserably at any musical talent?

More recently, I declared on Facebook, Twitter, and anywhere else that I could think of that I was planning to fire my G key. I was talking about the G key on my computer, but it prompted lots of pointed questions and innuendos about my underwear. My friends have minds in the gutter!

In any case, the problem is that my G key often does not work. Oddly, it is usually at the end of a sentence. This leaves me with things such as “thinkin,”  “readin,” and “spellin.”  Being as though I often find myself unable to stop grammar policing people, this misfiring G Key has become a bit of a problem. My announcement of plans to fire the key were, of course, premature. In reality, I do not know how to replace a key on a keyboard, or even if it is replaceable.  But, in the mean time, I will be attaching myself to my spell checker.