Blue Moon Tonight

Green Door

                        Painted my back door green and this old song popped into my head. 

                                                http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8aLOuvRT9wA

                                              Midnight, one more night without sleepin'.
                                              Watchin' till the morning comes creepin'.
                                              Green door, what's that secret you're keepin'?

                                            Knocked once, tried to tell 'em I'd been there.
                                            Door slammed, hospitality's thin there.
                                            Wonder just what's goin' on in there.

                                            Saw an eyeball peepin' through a smokey cloud,
                                                 Behind the green door.
                                           When I said, "Joe sent me," someone laughed out loud,
                                                 Behind the green door.
                                            All I want to do is join the happy crowd,
                                                 Behind the green door.

                                             Midnight, one more night without sleepin'.
                                             Watchin' till the morning comes creepin'.
                                             Green door, what's that secret you're keepin'?
                                             Green door, what's that secret you're keepin'?
                                             Green door!

Going Commando

Taken from Smithsonian Magazine:
Did Native Americans wear undergarments before contact with Europeans?

Not really – but then neither did Europeans wear underwear before contact with Native Americans. American Indian men and women wore loin – or breech cloths, which might be considered under garments or outer garments, depending on climate and tribal lifestyle. But what we deem “going commando” today was more the norm until the 18th century – among native peoples and Europeans. 

My side: life is so much better without underwear, especially in the south.

 
The Europeans always thought they were superior to the American Indians because they had more technology.  When Europeans (my ancestors and yours too) first came to America and encountered Indians, the Indians found them rather revolting. Most Indians bathed regularly, but Europeans seldom bathed and stunk to high heaven. But the most disgusting habit the Europeans had was to take out a cloth handkerchief, blow their nose in it, and then put it back into their pocket, multiple times. That really grossed them out. So who is to say which side is more advanced?

 Eyes Open Wide

This morning, while Elaine and I were on our morning walk, we turned up Norwood Circle. We saw a white SUV coming towards us, so we moved to the side of the road. The driver, a woman, was on the phone. The next thing we knew, she was coming directly for us, and we had to jump out of the way to avoid being hit. Both of us were shaken by the near miss, but the woman driving the car never even slowed down. If she had looked in her rear view mirror, she would have seen us waving our arms and yelling. But then, she was still on the phone and totally unaware of what she had just done.

When I used to live in California, there was a law that said you couldn’t use your phone while driving. Heck, Maria Shriver (Arnold’s wife) was photographed at least 3 times, driving while talking on the phone. Whatever the reason for using the phone while driving, it’s not worth killing someone. There should be a law in Mississippi, stopping people from doing so. And they should be slapped with an outrageous fine if they are caught. 

And as for me, I promise never to answer the phone ever again while I am driving. My morning walk could have ended in death, and that’s enough to make me realize that no matter how important that stupid phone call is, it’s not worth killing yourself, or anyone else for that matter. I can’t imagine how I would cope with the guilt of maiming or killing someone with my car because I was on the phone and not paying attention. It would be hard to sleep at night. How about you? 

Now at first glance, this might seem odd to put such a photo on a blog, but I felt I needed to celebrate the event and share it with you. This is the first time in over 6 years, that a toilet paper roll was actually put on the holder by someone else in the household. Not only that, but it was done by a man!