Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things…
I like the word Constantinople.. La Mariposa.. Doomoflaygy.. Dohickey… Whatchamacallit.. BIF (one I learned from young punks at work… means “Butt in front”, hehe).. Cougar.. (Another new one they taught me, means chicky who dates someone younger)..
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels
Door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things
BBQ ribs.. Chili Cheese Fritos… A cat’s indifference.. A dog’s ‘smile’.. Parades.. The camaraderie of friends on a day there’s no hurries.. An original, funny email.. Hearing laughter, knowing someone’s life, at that very moment, is good…
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into Springs
These are a few of my favorite things
Ladies in sundresses… Ladies in undress (sorry).. Ladies, ladies, ladies.. Derrieres… An outfit that looks soooooooooooooo good , it’s like the biggest, baddest, BEST Christmas present that awaits ya, and you wanna UNWRAP it ASAP!…. Ladies with a smile…
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad.
When the flea bites,
When the movies ends,
When I’m feeling alone,
I simply remember my favorite friends,
And then I'm a dog given a bone..
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things
Fridays.. Nights and weekends… “Group” fun emails at work where we take turns trying to be funny, ‘diss’ (said with love) others… Pissing our IT department off.. Have I mentioned derrieres? Butt for give me…
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels
Door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things
The hawk soaring effortlessly.. Deer gallivanting, gracefully.. Snow geese in formation.. The sounds of nature on a still night.. A marvelous night for a moon dance..
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into Springs
These are a few of my favorite things
Butterfly kisses.. Kisses that makeya think “Leave Me RIGHT HERE LORD, FOREVER, I do NOT wanna EVER Unlock from this.” Touch.. Four eyeballs, meeting, talking without speaking..
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad.
I don’t feel so bad. Look, whaddaya talk whaddaya talk, he’s a music man. No, the fella routes trucks, big trucks. Oh but I do oh so like music. Music is an elixir, much like lucking out and being in the same aisle at the Piggly Wiggly behind a wonderful behind. Prevert. Takes one to call one.
I like lakes, streams, oceans, creeks, ponds, rivers……….. Ohhhhhhhhh we got trouble…
I like Maui, HI, Liberty, MO, Biloxi, MS, North Redington Beach, FL, Branson, MO, Gary, Indiana, Paris France, New York or Rome….
Teri, Perijo, Marilyn, Nona, Gracie, Kathie, Lori, Kate, Shellie, Beverly Ann, Laurie, Susan, Cherie, Annie, Wendie, Cherryl, Marian The Librarian, Lida Rose I’m home again Rose…
Hendrix and Clapton on the guitar, John Cougar Mellencamp’s upbeat lightheartedness, Huey having fun, Mick’s starts to song, Another Brick in the Wall.. How can you have your pudding when you don’t eat your meat?. Anything by Ray, Temps, Beatles, Louie Armstrong, Fleetwood, Robert Preston… trumpets, bass, acoustical, InnaGoddadavida, Seventy-six trombones…
Cars with AC, Cars with checkenginelight extinguished, Vettes, Nova’s, Benz’s, Jaguars, 747’s, 727’s, DC 8’s, street cars, boats, pontoons, canoes, The Wells Fargo Wagon, The Rock Island line….
Ohhhh we got trouble. Right here in River City… With a capital 'T' and that rhymes with 'P' and that stands for 'pool'.. That stand for pool… We surely got trouble.. We surely got trouble… Right here in River City.. Right here.. Gotta figure out a way to keep the young ones moral after school….
Remember the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule?
We’ve always got trouble… What an inspiration stopping to remember our favorite things is.. Takes the sting outta it.. Pick a little, talk a little…
Goodnight ladies… farewell ladies… Goodnight My Someone…
Look, whaddayablog waddayablog, he's a music man, no the fella routes trucks, big trucks… And I love it. And life. Did I mention derrieres?………. Love, Professor Harold Hillturd….
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