Favorite Things

Julie Andrews sang about her favorite things in “The Sound of Music.”

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

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells 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

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

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

Granted, songwriters Rodgers and Hammerstein were trying to rhyme, but there’s no way schnitzel with noodles would’ve made favorite things list. Truthfully, only the kitten whiskers would make it into my top ten.

So, what are my favorite things? And, can I rhyme them?

Nana’s Favorite Things

Folks with kind faces and grand kids with kisses
Star Wars on TV and zombie near misses
Wine poured in crystal and the joy that it brings
These are a few of my favorite things.

Tex-Mex with salsa and hot melted cheeses
Football on Sundays and trips to the beaches
Going to Vegas and laying down kings
These are a few of my favorite things.

Reading a good book and napping on weekends
Fire pits in autumn and dinner with good friends
Old jeans with edges frayed into strings
These are a few of my favorite things.

When the scales say
What do you weigh?
When my wrinkles show
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel so low!

“Seriously? Schnitzel? Noodles?”


She’s a fearsome broad–
This headache.
Trapped within the narrow
Confines of my skull.
Pounding her knobby fists
Whump! Whump! Whump!
Against my brow
Inside out.
Kicking her gaudy stilettos
Whomp! Whomp! Whomp!
Into my cheekbones
Upside down.
I’ve made an offering
Of peace.
A sacrifice of two orange
Gel-filled caplets slugged back
Shot style.
Hurry, relief.


Naked Bathroom Jogging

Several days ago I suggested in a Facebook post jogging naked in front of the bathroom mirror as an instant mood lifter. My friends seemed to think I was joking or speaking metaphorically, but I was dead serious. Hey, if Prancercise can be a thing, then so can Naked Bathroom Jogging. Granted, it needs a better name before I shoot the video and start marketing it. It might need a less jiggly, younger model, as well.

Naked Bathroom Jogging, or NBJ, is easy to do, requires no equipment, and serves both the physical and emotional needs of the practitioner.

Do make sure that the bathroom floor is dry, or plan on jogging on a rubber-backed rug. Strip completely. Maximum effectiveness is only achieved if one is totally naked. I find it best to practice NBJ just before showering. Stand facing the bathroom mirror. Laugh as needed. Then admire all the good stuff, and trust me, no matter what you weigh or how that weight is distributed there is some good stuff.

Now jog in place. Start out slowly to determine which body parts need corralling. The last thing you want is to give yourself a black eye or whiplash. Be prepared to support these body parts. Gradually increase the speed of your jog. The best benefits seem to occur when I’m going full speed.

The first time I did my NBJ it was just a goof, but I laughed so hard and so long that I knew it had to be a good thing. So now I’m into a daily routine. If I could just find a videographer I could start filming. Volunteers? Anyone? Bueller?



The Perils of Luckenbach, Texas

Many years ago, back when I was expecting our first child, Studly decided he needed to take a major motorcycle trip. Apparently he was feeling the old ball and chain growing ever more cumbersome as my due date neared. So in the eighth month of my pregnancy I went to stay with my Nanny Grace for a week of coddling while Studly and his brother-in-law, Don, took off on their bikes for a tour of the Texas Hill Country.

Don, an avid hunter, wanted to check out the Llano River, famous for its plentiful deer, and both guys were curious about Luckenbach, Texas, the little burg made famous back in the 70’s by Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson. Their song, lyrics below, made Luckenbach sound like an oasis of good, honest country living.

Studly, on a borrowed Honda CB 750, and Don on his XS 650 Yamaha left the Texas panhandle early one sunny April morning in 1978 intent on enjoying a good ride with no womenfolk or children around. Now keep in mind I didn’t personally experience either of the adventures I’m about to share, and there’s a good chance that Studly might have embellished a bit, and/or forgotten some of the tale, but it’s become a part of our family folklore over the years.

Late on the second day of their trip the pair made it to a KOA campground on the banks of the Llano and set up their pup tent about 30 ft. from the river. As Studly tells it, their campsite was situated in a beautifully wooded valley, with huge oak trees shading the area and the river providing a soothing soundtrack to their evening. Unfortunately, neither of the guys had remembered to pack tent stakes, but they were committed to camping out that night, so they tied nylon rope to the heftiest river rocks they could locate, thus securing their abode.

Dusty from the road, the guys walked up to the communal shower. On their way back to the tent they heard a low roar. Looking over their shoulders, they saw a towering wall of dirt heading straight for the campground. What had been a leisurely stroll turned into a trot, and they made it back to the campsite just in time to see Don’s motorcycle blow over, followed immediately by their tent going AWOL.

While Don righted his bike, Studly retrieved the tent and they re-erected it fighting against 40 mile an hour winds. Time and again that night the tent tried to go airborne as the winds blew straight through until morning. A wife would’ve insisted on finding a good hotel room, but those two stubborn guys toughed it out, sleeping for much of the night in a pile of collapsed canvas. The winds finally subsided around eight the next morning and the bleary-eyed duo resumed their journey on to Luckenbach.

As towns go, Luckenbach doesn’t have a lot going for it. Basically, it’s a post office, a dance hall and a bar. Studly and Don drove past the place several times before they finally spotted a little hand drawn sign on the side of the road. The intrepid travelers realized they needed to backtrack and finally they pulled up at the bar only to realize it was closed. They were a little bummed, but decided to ask some locals they spotted just down the street if the bar would be opening soon.

Studly took the lead as they stopped to make their inquiry of two guys who were standing next to an old Ford farm truck. David used his kill switch to kill the bike, but didn’t turn the key off. No sooner had he asked about the bar hours than one of the gentleman strutted over and straddled the front tire of the Honda, grabbing the left handlebar. Now, this is not something a well-mannered person would ever do. One does not touch another’s bike without permission.

This presumptuous guy, who happened to be exceedingly inebriated, informed Studly in no uncertain terms that, “We don’t like no stinkin’ long-haired motorcycle ridin’ motherf*****s around here.”

Now Studly used to be a scrapper, and he and Don probably could have handled the two guys standing there, but no sooner had the drunk guy delivered his soliloquy than, and I quote, “A Walking Mountain” climbed out of the truck’s cab wielding a cedar fence post. Casually he slapped the fence post against his palm as he walked menacingly toward the bikes.

Without waiting to see what happened next, Studly flipped the kill switch, hit the starter, gave it full throttle, popped the clutch and forced the straddling drunk into an awkward spinning dance to avoid being castrated by a 750 Honda. Don followed closely behind and soon they were safely on the main road. Several miles down the road Studly and Don stopped by a little bubbling creek. Still hopped up on adrenaline they called those guys a few choice words and replayed the event until they had settled down.

The rest of the trip back to their respective homes went by without incident, but they returned with a whopper of a tale about their close call in Luckenbach, Texas. Now, Waylon and Willie probably didn’t foresee such occurrences when they sang the song, but they’d have gotten a big laugh out of it.



Luckenbach, Texas (Back To The Basics Of Love)

The only two things in life
That make it worth livin’
Is guitars to tune good
And firm feelin’ women

I don’t need my name in the marquee lights
I got my song and I got you with me tonight
Maybe it’s time we got back to the basics of love

Let’s go to Luckenbach, Texas
With Waylon and Willie and the boys
This successful life we’re livin’
Got us feuding like the Hatfields and McCoys

Between Hank Williams pain songs
And Newbury’s train songs
And blue eyes cryin’ in the rain
Out in Luckenbach, Texas
Ain’t nobody feelin’ no pain

So baby let’s sell your diamond ring
Buy some boots and faded jeans and go away
This coat and tie is choking me
In your high society you cry all day

We’ve been so busy
Keepin’ up with the Jones
Four car garage and we’re still building on
Maybe it’s time we got
Back to the basics of love

Let’s go to Luckenbach, Texas
With Waylon and Willie and the boys
This successful life we’re livin’
Got us feuding like the Hatfields and McCoys

Between Hank Williams pain songs
And Newbury’s train songs
And blue eyes cryin’ in the rain
Out in Luckenbach, Texas
Ain’t nobody feelin’ no pain

Let’s go to Luckenbach, Texas
With Willie and Waylon and the boys
This successful life we’re livin’
Got us feuding like the Hatfields and McCoys

Between Hank Williams pain songs
And Jerry Jeff’s train songs
And blue eyes cryin’ in the rain
Out in Luckenbach, Texas
There ain’t nobody feelin’ no pain

Send in the Clouds

My family has a long history of misunderstanding song lyrics. For example:

A line from The Eagles song, “Lying Eyes” as heard, and sung, by Studly Doright: “She is headed for the cheapin’ side of town.” When I asked him to explain the meaning of the lyric, he said, “you know, she went cheapin’!” Alrighty then.

A line from the 1985 hit, “Every Time You Go Away” by Paul Young as sung by our then five-year-old daughter, Ashley, “Every time you go away, you take a piece of meat with you.” To be honest, I like Ashley’s lyrics better. We never quite convinced her that she was wrong.

Back in the days of my youth, I thought that Judy Collins was singing about clouds instead of clowns in her 1973 hit “Send in the Clowns.” Conversely, I thought that Joni Mitchell’s song, “Both Sides Now” featured the lines, “I’ve looked at clowns from both sides now, from up and down, and still somehow. It’s clown illusions I recall, I really don’t know clowns, at all.” I’m sure if I had a therapist she’d draw a few conclusions about my psyche from my misinterpretation of cloud/clown references.

Some misheard lyrics are so universal that the artist incorporates them into his/her act. I saw John Fogerty in concert several years ago and he sang the line, “There’s a bathroom on the right.”

Check out this website dedicated to misheard lyrics:


Happy listening!

Pardon Our Dust

Studly Doright, (my first and current husband), our two children, and I have moved many times in our 38.5 years of marriage, so we’ve never become overly attached to any one residence. Home has always been wherever our little family is at any given time.

A friend wrote something on Facebook the other day, though, that made me wonder what it would have felt like to have stayed in one home for all of our married lives, raising a family and watching them grow, and helping them leave the nest. I wondered what it would be like when eventually one of us had to face the task of selling the home. Ok, I got a little teary eyed.

The poem below is what came of my reverie. Parts of it are gleaned from true events from my own childhood–I drew the mountains, my brothers and I played for hours and hours under a big old pine tree in a long ago front yard.

Please pardon our dust
The old house has been closed up for a long, long time.
But if you close your eyes
You can almost feel the love that once lived here.
Over there our children played
At make-believe
Before they made their own lives
And their own dust in their own homes.

Please pardon my tears
I really thought this would be easier,
But remembering is both sweet and hard.
You see these marks on the wall?
Our oldest drew ‘mountains’ there
When she was barely three.
I kept meaning to paint over them
But thirty years later you can still
Pretend to take a trip to the summit
And ski down the slopes to drink
Hot chocolate at the lodge.

Please pardon my lapse
I just can’t go through the rest
Look around on your own
Take your time.
Be sure to visit the backyard and
Swing on that old tire,
Maybe dig in the sand,
And carve roads under the pine.
It’s a fine place for kids
It was a fine place for us.


Nine and a Half Novembers

Little girl, hair a’flying
Barely 9 and a half
Novembers old
Drives like a maniac
On her old Schwinn bike
Singing Taylor Swift
At the top of her lungs.

Pretty girl, smart to boot
18 and a half
Novembers old
Home for a weekend
With a new boyfriend
How long will this one last?
Nobody knows.

Beautiful woman, baby in tow
27 and a half
Novembers old
Thanksgiving with her family
Gathered round the kitchen stove
Remembers the bike
Married the beau.

Autumn’s middle child
Always dares to remind
That little girls grow into women
In just a few Novembers’ time.

Autumn Rhymes

Rhymes with Autumn

Did you get those shoes? Got ’em!
What will you do with those plants? Pot ’em!
How do you tie your laces? Knot ’em!
How’d you get those books? Bought ’em!
Where’d you get those fish? Caught ’em!
How’d they win the war? Fought ’em!
How’d those kids learn that? Taught ’em!

I know there are more
Ways to rhyme Autumn
Unfortunately I seem
To have reached
Rock Bottom!