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OK OK OK...we almost put up another post saying we were too tired to do a post, but then Anndi would be bored and Songbird would never speak to us again and Julie would get in her truck and come pound us, and Mimi would throw us in her dungeon and Roger...well Roger would turn Oger loose on us....
hehehehehe
We still have not had time to visit any of you and for that we are truly sorry...we are just getting swamped at work as the New Year is rapidly approaching and we are beginning to get the new creative executions in shape...
Then this past weekend, we had another kidney stone attack on Saturday. Luckily, we had some pain meds which allowed us to sleep most of the day. We had a visit from our special friend who arrived with dinner totally prepared. Yummy pork chops and a wonderful baked yam with crisp green beans and Texas toast.
We did not eat a lot, but it was just what we needed...OH, did we mention some yummy Cove chocolates for dessert? JUST what the doctor ordered. The TLC was so welcome...
We felt pretty good on Sunday and were able to joining our three new friends in the purchase and decorating of their Christmas tree and we were even asked to string the lights for them.
The kidney stones are causing some complications and we will be having a CAT scan on Thursday to ensure that there are no more of the little suckers floating around.
All of these things combined have resulted in our being absent recently...but we vow to get back into the swing of blogging again and being a good visitor....
Had a fun time on the Radio Happy Hour again last night and we have the coolest chat room in all of BlogTalk Radio...if you have not joined us, you should mark your calendar for Tuesday evenings at 9:00 pm Eastern Time...
Our fantasy football team now has the best record in our league, we are guarenteed a spot in the playoffs and, if we can get a win next week will get the top spot and a bye week going into the playoffs...this from the team that ended up in last place last season...
A nice turn-around...
Incredible...the man charged with pulling the trigger in the Sean Taylor case is only 17! What happens to a young man to put a gun in his hand at 17 and turns him into a killer? This just stuns us and we are saddened that these things happens...
OK, it is very late, almost midnight here in Memphis and we need some sleep...
Our good friend Anndi giggled at the title of the album last week when we posted LITTLE FEAT'S "Fat Man In The Bathtub", so we decided to post the title track tonight....
This is "Dixie Chicken"
A hot song by a great group...
Composers: Lowell George, Martin Kibbee
I've seen the bright lights of Memphis
And the Commodore Hotel
And underneath a street lamp
I met a Southern belle
Well she took me to the river
Where she cast her spell
And in that Southern moonlight
She sang a song so well
If you'll be my Dixie chicken
I'll be your Tenessee lamb
And we can walk together
Down in Dixieland
Down in Dixieland
Well we made all the hot spots
My money flowed like wine
Then that low down Southern whiskey
Began to fog my mind
And I don't remember church bells
Or the money I put down
On the white picket fence and boardwalk
Of the house at the edge of town
But boy do I remember
The strain of her refrain
The nights we spent together
And the way she called my name
Well it's been a year since she ran away
Yes that guitar player sure could play
She always liked to sing along
She's always handy with a song
Then one night in the lobby
Of the Commodore Hotel
I chanced to meet a bartender
Who said he knew her well
And as he handed me a light
He began to hum a song
And all the boys there at the bar
Began to sign along
hehehehehe
We still have not had time to visit any of you and for that we are truly sorry...we are just getting swamped at work as the New Year is rapidly approaching and we are beginning to get the new creative executions in shape...
Then this past weekend, we had another kidney stone attack on Saturday. Luckily, we had some pain meds which allowed us to sleep most of the day. We had a visit from our special friend who arrived with dinner totally prepared. Yummy pork chops and a wonderful baked yam with crisp green beans and Texas toast.
We did not eat a lot, but it was just what we needed...OH, did we mention some yummy Cove chocolates for dessert? JUST what the doctor ordered. The TLC was so welcome...
We felt pretty good on Sunday and were able to joining our three new friends in the purchase and decorating of their Christmas tree and we were even asked to string the lights for them.
The kidney stones are causing some complications and we will be having a CAT scan on Thursday to ensure that there are no more of the little suckers floating around.
All of these things combined have resulted in our being absent recently...but we vow to get back into the swing of blogging again and being a good visitor....
Had a fun time on the Radio Happy Hour again last night and we have the coolest chat room in all of BlogTalk Radio...if you have not joined us, you should mark your calendar for Tuesday evenings at 9:00 pm Eastern Time...
Our fantasy football team now has the best record in our league, we are guarenteed a spot in the playoffs and, if we can get a win next week will get the top spot and a bye week going into the playoffs...this from the team that ended up in last place last season...
A nice turn-around...
OK, it is very late, almost midnight here in Memphis and we need some sleep...
Our good friend Anndi giggled at the title of the album last week when we posted LITTLE FEAT'S "Fat Man In The Bathtub", so we decided to post the title track tonight....
This is "Dixie Chicken"
A hot song by a great group...
Composers: Lowell George, Martin Kibbee
I've seen the bright lights of Memphis
And the Commodore Hotel
And underneath a street lamp
I met a Southern belle
Well she took me to the river
Where she cast her spell
And in that Southern moonlight
She sang a song so well
If you'll be my Dixie chicken
I'll be your Tenessee lamb
And we can walk together
Down in Dixieland
Down in Dixieland
Well we made all the hot spots
My money flowed like wine
Then that low down Southern whiskey
Began to fog my mind
And I don't remember church bells
Or the money I put down
On the white picket fence and boardwalk
Of the house at the edge of town
But boy do I remember
The strain of her refrain
The nights we spent together
And the way she called my name
Well it's been a year since she ran away
Yes that guitar player sure could play
She always liked to sing along
She's always handy with a song
Then one night in the lobby
Of the Commodore Hotel
I chanced to meet a bartender
Who said he knew her well
And as he handed me a light
He began to hum a song
And all the boys there at the bar
Began to sign along
