Contributing to this blog:
- "Dave" is Dave Barry, who is a humor columnist and presidential contender.
- "judi" is Judi Smith, who is Dave's Research Department, as well as being interested in men.
- "Walter" is Walter, a bone from the penis of a walrus.
There's a keyboard?? I guess I'm just paying too much attention to that drummer dude. Of course, no one in the RBRs is an attention hog Mr. Stephen "More Cowbell" King.
My friend's band had a drummer whose eyes would roll back into his head when he played. A tad disturbing. They solved it by putting sunglasses on him.
This guy needs a seatbelt and a valium. And a beating.
I couldn't understand the words but it sounded like a "Love gone really wrong" song. To make him feel at home. While he missed his baby. While he missed his baby.
Thanks, Cheryl. I also got a nice compliment from an Emmy-winner. It's on the 'Dating a Single Mom' thread comments.
*slides beer and his standard Friday night attire down to jug*
silly cj, you can't have a viking funeral, faux or otherwise, for a german dog. i'm thinking gas chamber for the stinky beast. i know just the chemical combo....
Annie, speaking as a guy of the male gender, if we're gonna have cowboy boots on either side of our head, they had better be red and have more heel....
I couldn't make it through the song. I'm also shell shocked from the first 10 seconds of the Bar Mitzvah karaoke. I need a drink.
Take that hat off right now, young man, or you have lunch detention! Er, I mean, please take off your hats in the blogbar, gentlemen. It's disrespectful to the ladies.
I know little of bouncy ball. My brackets were wiped out pretty quickly for March Madness. It's roundball season for me. We're going to a Baby Nats game tomorrow night. (Minor League version of the Washington Nationals)
Whoever is tending bar...I'll have another glass of Chardonnay, please. I'm chilling tonight. Tomorrow, I'll have 40 or so teenagers here celebrating my daughter's 18th bday. I'm hitting the hard booze for that one.
Sioux. next month Diane and I will celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary. No, we've not been married that long, we just heard that that was a good time, so we thought "what the hell?"
Siouxie--We had the week after Easter. Monday was my first day back, and the last week of the grading period. I've been fielding angry parent e-mails all week...of the "why didn't I know my kid was missing the work that was due the Thursday before Spring Break" variety. Today was a workday.
*Sends Siouxie sympathy vibes for upcoming b-day bash*
*Waves @ everyone!*
So, this thread, and talking about cowboys (and, especially, Annie's link) made me think of this:
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be drummers
Don’t let ‘em bang cymbals or kettles or snares
Let ‘em be doctors and lawyers—beware!
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be drummers
‘Cause they’ll never pipe down and they’re always big clowns
Even through someone’s love song
Drummers ain’t easy to love and they’re harder to scare
They’d rather steal the spotlight than learn how to share
Spiffy white tuxes and old Beatles-style hair
And each night begins his display
If you don’t take a stand, Kim, and he don’t die young,
He’ll prob’ly drive folks away
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be drummers
Don’t let ‘em bang cymbals or kettles or snares
Let ‘em be doctors and lawyers—beware!
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be drummers
‘Cause they’ll never pipe down and they’re always big clowns
Even though they're doin' wrong
and a great round of applause for the Duckness!! awesome as usual. (thanks for the sympathy vibes)
Auntie, I really can't imagine how some parents have ZERO clue when it comes to their kids' grades. I've always been on top of it and was seldom surprised. AND if they didn't get the grade I expected, I never blamed the teacher. I knew it had to be some work missing. My hat goes off to you educators! (Not like Annie's nekkid cowboys though).
Zero clue is right. I can't figure out how to keep 105 sets of parents informed of their kids' grades every second of every day. I send out messages and notes telling them to contact me if they want an update, then get yelled at when they don't check up on grades. Sheesh. Summer break is nine weeks away. I can't wait.
Ducky, I have personal experience with your fine lyrics, having been married to a "perCUSSionist." I'd take a cowboy anyday.
Condolences, Sioux. I am texting you extra wine and zanax. As well as the new Zappos catalog.
Auntie M... I know, I know. I am the parent that is consistently on top of it, emailing the teachers weekly.... probably overkill. But the assignments and grades are available online, so how do you have the gall to act surprised when grade cards go out? Sheesh is right.
Post me! Post meeee!
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | April 04, 2008 at 06:05 PM
Drummers. Ugh. Some of them actually think they're musicians.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 04, 2008 at 06:06 PM
All they need now is a little Manilow
Posted by: Erb's point | April 04, 2008 at 06:07 PM
*snork*!!
This guy is too funny. Unfortunately, you have to endure the horrific singing to get the full effect.
Posted by: Siouxie | April 04, 2008 at 06:08 PM
He's a shoe-in for the Lock Bottom Lemainders!
[I wondered what my college roommate was up to, now]
Posted by: CJrun | April 04, 2008 at 06:09 PM
Btw- worst keyboardist ever.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 04, 2008 at 06:12 PM
There's a keyboard?? I guess I'm just paying too much attention to that drummer dude. Of course, no one in the RBRs is an attention hog
Mr. Stephen "More Cowbell" King.Posted by: Siouxie | April 04, 2008 at 06:16 PM
Love how the singer has the microphone cord tied into a noose at the end...
Posted by: fivver | April 04, 2008 at 06:17 PM
At first I thought he was a Hervé Villechaize impersonator. NTTAWWT.
Diapered Monkey Traffic Chaos would be a good name for an album. By a group with this guy as the drummer.
Posted by: Lairbo | April 04, 2008 at 06:38 PM
Worst keyboardist? OK, but this is the worst keyboard ever. I think I need a beer....
Posted by: CJrun | April 04, 2008 at 07:00 PM
Tommy Ree- rook out!!
Posted by: diverdowndoc | April 04, 2008 at 07:00 PM
*snork* @ ddd!!! stand by the phone! I'm gonna call you in a few!!! I got the plaque - OMG I LOVE IT!! Thank you!!!!
Posted by: Siouxie | April 04, 2008 at 07:13 PM
My friend's band had a drummer whose eyes would roll back into his head when he played. A tad disturbing. They solved it by putting sunglasses on him.
This guy needs a seatbelt and a valium. And a beating.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 04, 2008 at 07:16 PM
And a crew-cut.
[btw, my previous post 'had' a link, but I must have screwed it up. That's OK, just trust that it was baaad.]
Posted by: CJrun | April 04, 2008 at 07:21 PM
I couldn't understand the words but it sounded like a "Love gone really wrong" song. To make him feel at home. While he missed his baby. While he missed his baby.
Posted by: Wench Lizzy | April 04, 2008 at 07:27 PM
That's ok, CJ. I put a cute puppy pic out on my blog for you. Ok, not really for you, but he IS cute.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 04, 2008 at 07:29 PM
siouxie, my kids went to the dentist today they have plaque too. a dual celebration is in order for sure!
Posted by: crossgirl | April 04, 2008 at 07:35 PM
Whew. For a second I read that as ddd giving Siouxie the plague.
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | April 04, 2008 at 07:40 PM
Cheryl, there are also rumors to that effect.
Annie, don't let crossgirl read that or she'll stage a faux Viking funeral for her stinky-dog.
Posted by: CJrun | April 04, 2008 at 07:45 PM
CJ - I'm good with that. Cute dog update - Jake was just out back trying to rip his 'macho' sweater to shreds on the bushes.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 04, 2008 at 07:47 PM
Is the bar open?
Posted by: jug | April 04, 2008 at 07:53 PM
Wow Annie, I hadn't checked out your blog for awhile. Kudos on the quote for the pulitzer prize winning booger author. And for the cute dog!
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | April 04, 2008 at 07:55 PM
Thanks, Cheryl. I also got a nice compliment from an Emmy-winner. It's on the 'Dating a Single Mom' thread comments.
*slides beer and his standard Friday night attire down to jug*
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 04, 2008 at 08:07 PM
Wow! It's Keith Sun-Yung Moon!
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | April 04, 2008 at 08:09 PM
Jug, you look mighty festive this evening. How's the beer?
EG @ Annie.
Posted by: Meditrina | April 04, 2008 at 08:10 PM
I think that's a good look for him, don't you, Med?
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 04, 2008 at 08:13 PM
And hey, Annie, a lot of my pals told me what a great writer I am after my April Fool's spoof.
They also told me I am evil, twisted, sick, and just plain mean. Thank goodness, they love me and laughed with me anyhow.
wait.... no emmy, pulitzer, or nobel prize winners in the bunch. Darn. But there was an Olympic Gold Medalist... that count?
Posted by: Meditrina | April 04, 2008 at 08:16 PM
silly cj, you can't have a viking funeral, faux or otherwise, for a german dog. i'm thinking gas chamber for the stinky beast. i know just the chemical combo....
Posted by: crossgirl | April 04, 2008 at 08:16 PM
Color me impressed Annie. :)
I'd ask you to send down a glass of red--but alas I have to go party with a Police Chief (retirement party) so I'd better play it straight.
Posted by: Cheryl Howard | April 04, 2008 at 08:20 PM
Annie, speaking as a guy of the male gender, if we're gonna have cowboy boots on either side of our head, they had better be red and have more heel....
Posted by: CJrun | April 04, 2008 at 08:25 PM
I love the sideburns Annie. And thanks for the beer.
So, you like this look, huh Med.
Posted by: jug | April 04, 2008 at 08:32 PM
I couldn't understand a word of that song. Koreans, like the French, must have a different word for everything.
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | April 04, 2008 at 08:34 PM
Wyo if you had understood the words I would have been scared.
Posted by: jug | April 04, 2008 at 08:35 PM
Have fun, Cheryl - if cops are there, alcohol will be, also.
*smacks CJ*
CG - sorry about the dog, I think.
Jug - Med LOVES that look.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 04, 2008 at 08:39 PM
Do they come in salt and pepper also?
Posted by: jug | April 04, 2008 at 08:42 PM
Jug - those are sold out. Blame the boomers.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 04, 2008 at 08:45 PM
...and Grecian.
Posted by: CJrun | April 04, 2008 at 08:54 PM
Did anyone else think the drummer was attempting to look like Ringo with the bad bowl cut?
Jug, please take off the Ten Gallon hat inside the blogbar.
Posted by: Meditrina | April 04, 2008 at 08:55 PM
Sigh. I thought those might match my boots better
Posted by: jug | April 04, 2008 at 08:55 PM
You must have glimpsed Wyo, Med. I never wear the hat inside the bar.
Posted by: jug | April 04, 2008 at 08:57 PM
Med, since when does the bar prohibit hats? Whatever would Chris LeDoux say?
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | April 04, 2008 at 08:58 PM
Lairbo got it right - Herve Villechaize back from the grave!
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | April 04, 2008 at 09:07 PM
Sorry, but I am old school. Hats off
tofor the blog gals.Posted by: Meditrina | April 04, 2008 at 09:07 PM
jug - most hats are ok. Yours, however....
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 04, 2008 at 09:10 PM
There was a guy at my dad's wedding on Sunday that kept his hat on through the whole ceremony. Dadgum Okie
(wait till Bali sees that )
Posted by: jug | April 04, 2008 at 09:11 PM
Annie, I wish I had Ph0toshop skills..... that hat and the sideburns. Quite a picture. Where's Alfred?
Posted by: Meditrina | April 04, 2008 at 09:11 PM
I couldn't make it through the song. I'm also shell shocked from the first 10 seconds of the Bar Mitzvah karaoke. I need a drink.
Take that hat off right now, young man, or you have lunch detention! Er, I mean, please take off your hats in the blogbar, gentlemen. It's disrespectful to the ladies.
Posted by: Auntie M | April 04, 2008 at 09:12 PM
Wyo, Chris would probably say this.
Posted by: Just Ducky | April 04, 2008 at 09:12 PM
Yes, Med. Hats off for the blog gals.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 04, 2008 at 09:12 PM
I swear Annie, that looks like my nephew
Posted by: jug | April 04, 2008 at 09:18 PM
ooooh, simul with Chris LeDoux....c'est le sweet!
*waits for Auntie M to check my link and see if she still insists on the hats coming off*
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 04, 2008 at 09:18 PM
and then a simul with jug. 1 outta 2 ain't bad.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 04, 2008 at 09:19 PM
OK, I had an early morning and another on the way. Youse guys play nice, now.
*drifts off with visions of heely red boots....*
Posted by: CJrun | April 04, 2008 at 09:19 PM
Double Whammy! Chris followed up with some eye candy.
What? Did someone say they need a cold beverage? I know I need to cool off.
Posted by: Meditrina | April 04, 2008 at 09:19 PM
Me likey the Full Monty cowboy hats!
*wipes drool from mouth*
Take off the hats, boys. Take 'em off now!
Posted by: Auntie M | April 04, 2008 at 09:21 PM
throw some ice on Auntie M. I think she fainted.
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 04, 2008 at 09:21 PM
Whew - she's alive...and kickin'!
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 04, 2008 at 09:22 PM
What do you call a guy who hangs around musicians?
the drummer. ba-dump-bump.
Posted by: Kenn | April 04, 2008 at 09:23 PM
I'm fine, Annie. Just lost consciousness for a few seconds.
Posted by: Auntie M | April 04, 2008 at 09:24 PM
One of my fave sayings - A cowboy should have one good horse, one good dog, and one good woman.
All a cowgirl needs is a good horse and a good dog.
(Yes, I'm sure Siouxie has an addendum to that....)
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 04, 2008 at 09:26 PM
Dadgum Annie. Its your lucky night.
Posted by: jug | April 04, 2008 at 09:28 PM
jug - yes it is. But that's another story. ;)
Posted by: Annie Where-but-here | April 04, 2008 at 09:28 PM
Is it "Hats off to Annie Night"?
Posted by: jug | April 04, 2008 at 09:30 PM
Annie, a cowboy needs good whiskey.
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | April 04, 2008 at 09:34 PM
What type of whiskey does a cowboy drink, Wyo?
Posted by: Auntie M | April 04, 2008 at 09:39 PM
How about those Jayhawks? Did you see one of the back up players busted his knee doing slam dunks today? Major bummer.
Posted by: Meditrina | April 04, 2008 at 09:40 PM
Auntie M: Wyo prefers Lagavulin, neat.
Posted by: Meditrina | April 04, 2008 at 09:42 PM
I know little of bouncy ball. My brackets were wiped out pretty quickly for March Madness. It's roundball season for me. We're going to a Baby Nats game tomorrow night. (Minor League version of the Washington Nationals)
Posted by: Auntie M | April 04, 2008 at 09:43 PM
I saw that med. What a crappy way to end his season. Poor guy
Posted by: jug | April 04, 2008 at 09:45 PM
Lagavulin gets my Hubby's approval. Good choice, Wyo!
Posted by: Auntie M | April 04, 2008 at 09:45 PM
It's the best of the Isaly's. If you're runnin' short, I'll take Talisker or Oban too.
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | April 04, 2008 at 09:50 PM
sorry, I meant islay
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | April 04, 2008 at 09:50 PM
*waves hi to Auntie M*
I still have 3 of the Final Four in my Bracket thingy and I'm in 6th place, so I don't exactly understand that.
Posted by: Eleanor | April 04, 2008 at 09:54 PM
Okay. Here you go!
Posted by: Auntie M | April 04, 2008 at 09:54 PM
*waves back at El*
I don't understand the bracket thingy at all. Someone has to reexplain it to me every year.
Posted by: Auntie M | April 04, 2008 at 09:55 PM
Evening Eleanor.
Posted by: jug | April 04, 2008 at 09:57 PM
waves at El
How are the YankMe's doing? XO.
Posted by: Meditrina | April 04, 2008 at 09:58 PM
Good evening, peeps! Gotta love those hats off, Annie!
My only addendum would be...and a good BOB.
cg, my plaque is the wall type. ddd got me one that I KNOW Annie and El would appreciate. It says:
"One shoe can change your life"
Cinderella
I love it!
Posted by: Siouxie | April 04, 2008 at 10:03 PM
Whoever is tending bar...I'll have another glass of Chardonnay, please. I'm chilling tonight. Tomorrow, I'll have 40 or so teenagers here celebrating my daughter's 18th bday. I'm hitting the hard booze for that one.
Posted by: Siouxie | April 04, 2008 at 10:10 PM
That was a scene from the Gene Krupa story. Or Frankenstein meets the Werewolf. Lon Cheney, Jr. resserected. Nice oranges on Cher.
Posted by: lil rascal | April 04, 2008 at 10:16 PM
One Woodridge cumming up (don't know the bold thingy)
Posted by: Modgi | April 04, 2008 at 10:17 PM
Sioux. next month Diane and I will celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary. No, we've not been married that long, we just heard that that was a good time, so we thought "what the hell?"
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | April 04, 2008 at 10:22 PM
50th wedding anniversary....That's the diamond thong anniversary, I think.
Posted by: Auntie M | April 04, 2008 at 10:25 PM
so I've heard. I'm a fan of CZ. just sayin'.
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | April 04, 2008 at 10:26 PM
Modgi, thanks! (btw, bold thingy is < b > word < / b > -without the spaces)(use i for italics and s for
strikethrough)Wyo, sounds like a great time to celebrate your 50th, while you're still UNDER 50 ;-P
Posted by: Siouxie | April 04, 2008 at 10:27 PM
one shoe can change your life but one pair of red high heely boots can.... *blush*
Posted by: crossgirl | April 04, 2008 at 10:29 PM
Hey Auntie!! all done with spring break?? My daughter's last day was today.
Posted by: Siouxie | April 04, 2008 at 10:29 PM
Hail, Hail, the gang's all here.
howdy, cg.
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | April 04, 2008 at 10:30 PM
Siouxie--We had the week after Easter. Monday was my first day back, and the last week of the grading period. I've been fielding angry parent e-mails all week...of the "why didn't I know my kid was missing the work that was due the Thursday before Spring Break" variety. Today was a workday.
Posted by: Auntie M | April 04, 2008 at 10:33 PM
the boy's dad and i were going to celebrate our 50th a little over seven years into the marriage but that's only because he was a dog.
Posted by: crossgirl | April 04, 2008 at 10:33 PM
*Sends Siouxie sympathy vibes for upcoming b-day bash*
*Waves @ everyone!*
So, this thread, and talking about cowboys (and, especially, Annie's link) made me think of this:
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be drummers
Don’t let ‘em bang cymbals or kettles or snares
Let ‘em be doctors and lawyers—beware!
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be drummers
‘Cause they’ll never pipe down and they’re always big clowns
Even through someone’s love song
Drummers ain’t easy to love and they’re harder to scare
They’d rather steal the spotlight than learn how to share
Spiffy white tuxes and old Beatles-style hair
And each night begins his display
If you don’t take a stand, Kim, and he don’t die young,
He’ll prob’ly drive folks away
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be drummers
Don’t let ‘em bang cymbals or kettles or snares
Let ‘em be doctors and lawyers—beware!
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be drummers
‘Cause they’ll never pipe down and they’re always big clowns
Even though they're doin' wrong
Posted by: Just Ducky | April 04, 2008 at 10:33 PM
Excellent Ducky!
Posted by: jug | April 04, 2008 at 10:37 PM
*STANDING ovation for Ducky*
I bow before your creative songwriting abilities!
Posted by: Auntie M | April 04, 2008 at 10:37 PM
wouldn't that have only been their 49th? (not to be picky.)
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | April 04, 2008 at 10:37 PM
cg's using that "New Math", Wyo.
Posted by: Auntie M | April 04, 2008 at 10:41 PM
whoa ducky! that was lovely!
wyo, thus the little over 7 years part...
nite kids. don't be playing that music too loud.
Posted by: crossgirl | April 04, 2008 at 10:41 PM
*snork* @ cg and the ex-dog!
and a great round of applause for the Duckness!! awesome as usual. (thanks for the sympathy vibes)
Auntie, I really can't imagine how some parents have ZERO clue when it comes to their kids' grades. I've always been on top of it and was seldom surprised. AND if they didn't get the grade I expected, I never blamed the teacher. I knew it had to be some work missing. My hat goes off to you educators! (Not like Annie's nekkid cowboys though).
Posted by: Siouxie | April 04, 2008 at 10:41 PM
Zero clue is right. I can't figure out how to keep 105 sets of parents informed of their kids' grades every second of every day. I send out messages and notes telling them to contact me if they want an update, then get yelled at when they don't check up on grades. Sheesh. Summer break is nine weeks away. I can't wait.
Posted by: Auntie M | April 04, 2008 at 10:50 PM
*slides over one of her special Kamikazes for Auntie*
You well deserve it! Parents can be such idjits too.
Posted by: Siouxie | April 04, 2008 at 10:54 PM
Ducky, I have personal experience with your fine lyrics, having been married to a "perCUSSionist." I'd take a cowboy anyday.
Condolences, Sioux. I am texting you extra wine and zanax. As well as the new Zappos catalog.
Auntie M... I know, I know. I am the parent that is consistently on top of it, emailing the teachers weekly.... probably overkill. But the assignments and grades are available online, so how do you have the gall to act surprised when grade cards go out? Sheesh is right.
Posted by: Meditrina | April 04, 2008 at 10:57 PM