A Song for my Husband

McDonald's Breakfast Burrito

My husband of 39+ years and I have had this running ‘battle’.  One thing you need to know is that he loves fast food while I am not one who randomly eats empty calories or fat-laden burgers.  Another thing you need to know is that John loves to eat this fast food in the car while he is driving.

The Big Mac

Oh, the arguments we have had over the years.

 

Oh, the Big Macs, Famous Stars, and Jumbo Jacks that he has eaten (not always successfully) while trying to drive. While he does this, I am simmering in the passenger seat, sometimes steering the car while he stuffs those special sauce burgers into his mouth.

 

And, no, he would not let me drive while he ate.  You don’t want me go into that direction.

Famous Star

In honor of this ongoing struggle, I have written lyrics for a song.  The melody would be more on the lines of country western; maybe Arlee Bird or Elisa'shusband Cade could come up with something.  Well, here goes.

I’ll eat my dang burrito—

Don’t care if it might drip.

Oh, sure, the thing is messy,

But I’m over fifty-six.

Chorus:

Eat my burrito-oh- oh…

And pour salsa down the side!

Eat my burrito-oh-oh…

And let that salsa slide.

I’ll eat that hot burrito

‘Cause McDonald’s made it hot.

Jumbo Jack--nummmmy!

I am a grown man, that you know,

A careless kid I’m not.

Chorus

(Possible key change with a snazzy riff)

I’ve got this big ol’ belly,

It works just like a tray.

No, I don’t need another napkin,

I 'll do it my own way.

Chorus

You might hand me a napkin,

There’s a big drip down over there.

No, the people that I work with

Won’t notice or even care.

Chorus

(Repeat, and throw in some big ending)

WELL, there you have it: a song for my husband. 

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Thank you, Siv Maria!

Thanks go to Siv Maria

Hmmm… A wonderful writer awarded me this award.  Siv Maria has the most amazing blog "Been there, done that" all the way from Norway. 

Seven random things about myself:

One: I fall in love with my husband every single day.  I have to do this, to keep from bludgeoning him.

Two: I like to ‘rescue’ damaged antiques.  One example is a spinning wheel, which lay in pieces on a concrete floor.  Another is a quilt that was destined for the dog’s bed.

Three:  I don’t like being in noisy crowds.  It does bad things to my migraines.

Four:  In my head, I can hear how a piece of piano music should be played.  In reality, it is a different scenario.

Five: My favorite activity is to read children’s books to my grandchildren, with them sitting on my lap or snuggled up next to me.

Six: I believe that any person who abuses a child in any way, or kills a child, should be condemned to death or locked in the deepest dungeon in existence for the rest of time.

Seven:  I know that God loves me, that I am His child, and that I will kneel at His feet in Heaven.

Thank you, Siv Maria, for awarding me this precious award!  Catch her site by clicking under that nummy strawberry dessert!

My secret love

There are very few TV programs I enjoy.  My husband is an-almost-indiscriminant watcher of TV.  He loves having a DVR, and records anything that might be about poker, the Universe, Black Holes, science fiction,  golf,  physics/math/chemistry, earthquakes, volcanoes, tsunamis…well, you can see his mind bent.

 For me, TV viewing needs to have certain parameters:

• No car chases
• No  formulaic plot line
• No gratuitous near-nudity
• No thinly veiled political correctness

So far I have effectively eliminated almost every show on TV.  That leaves very few choices.

Fortunately there are the food related programs namely "Cake Boss".

Hoboken, New Jersey, here I come!  For there, I will find Carlos’ Bakery and meet the man of my dreams:  Buddy. 

Buddy, how I thrill at the thought of your Italian pastries!  Oh, I long to bite into the flaky, creamy custard filled ‘lobster tail’ that is made with obscene amounts of butter and cream.  I want to stand in front of the glass case that is filled with delightful creations, and hear your sister Mary yell out, “Well, are you gonna buy somethin’, or you wanta just drool?”

Oh, Buddy, I want to sit across the table from you and order the most incredible, impossible cake and see what you create.  You made the Zombie cake today, and my heart nearly stopped.  Your tribute to the circus world was pure artistry. 

Someday, Buddy, I will see your bakery, someday.
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