Way COOL! Witness what this airline orchestrated in the Amsterdam airport for Christmas travelers.

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Think about this; are hotels actually washing AND CHANGING the bed linen for each new guest?

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Thank you. Yes, I normally post prior to 05:20 (that’s what time it is right now in Florida) however I had a very busy and chaotic Wednesday.

If you’re a California homeowner and you have a problem with squatters, here’s a couple of creative ways to address the matter.

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This might be funny if it wasn’t so frightening!

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I wonder whether ALL Little Caesars do this?

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Yeah, but now you’re a “big baller” and the price of gas is a moot point.

I’ll tell you what I WASN’T “Ready For It” for……when you swooped in on yesterday’s word and snagged STUCK IN THE MIDDLE WITH YOU by Stealers Wheel!

Bump

Janis Joplin, ME & BOBBY MCGEE

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train
I was feeling near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
And rode us all the way to New Orleans

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues
Windshield wipers SLAPPING time, I was holding Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing don't mean nothing honey if it ain't free, now now
And feeling good was easy Lord, when he sang the blues
You know feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

From the Kentucky coal mines to the California sun
Hey, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather, through everything that we done
Hey Bobby baby kept me from the cold

One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away
He's looking for that home and I hope he finds it
But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holding Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing, and that's all that Bobby left me, yeah
And feeling good was easy Lord, when he sang the blues
Hey, feeling good was good enough for me, hmm hmm
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

La la la, la la la la, la la la, la la la la
La la la la la Bobby McGee
La la la la la, la la la la la
La la la la la, Bobby McGee, la

La La la, la la la la la la
La La la la la la la la la, hey now Bobby now Bobby McGee yeah
Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na na na na
Hey now Bobby now, Bobby McGee, yeah

Lord, I called him my lover, I called him my man
I said called him my lover just the best I can and come on
And and a Bobby oh, and a Bobby McGee yeah
Lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo
Hey hey hey Bobby McGee, lord
La da la la la, la da la la la la la
Hey hey hey, Bobby McGee yeah

Duran Duran, GIRLS ON FILM

See them walking hand in hand across the bridge at midnight
Heads turning as the lights flashing out it's so bright
Then walk right out to the four-line track
There's a camera rolling on her back, on her back
And I sense the rhythm humming in a frenzy all the way down her spine

Girls on film
Girls on film
Girls on film
Girls on film

Lipstick cherry all over the lens as she's falling
In miles of SHARP blue water coming in where she lies
The diving man's coming up for air
'Cause the crowd all love pulling dolly by the hair, by the hair
And she wonders how she ever got here as she goes under again

Girls on film (Two minutes later)
Girls on film
Girls on film (Got your picture)
Girls on film

Wider baby smiling you've just made a million
Fuses pumping live heat twisting out on a wire
Take one last glimpse into the night
I'm touching close I'm holding bright, holding tight
Give me shudders in a whisper take me up till I'm shooting a star

Girls on film (She's more than a lady)
Girls on film
Girls on film (Two minutes later)
Girls on film
Girls on film (See you together)
Girls on film
Girls on film (See you later)
Girls on film
Girls on film (What you doing?)
Girls on film

Check out this video!

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I don’t have my caregiving job any more so I’m good with the way I cook. I can’t do eggs that are oozy so it’s scrambled or over medium for me!

Nice! The price of regular gas at Walmart is $2.85 per gallon. I suspect that the price of gas is even higher in my hometown in Michigan.

The President is doing a happy dance!

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Looking for the perfect over easy egg? Look no more and give this method a try! I don’t do over easy eggs, I like mine cooked more medium or scrambled. I’m keen for someone to try this out and let me know whether this suits your fancy.

Two summers ago when I was a caregiver, my client wanted a caregiver daily from 8a to noon then 3p to 7p. There was wound care involved, assistance with bathing and making certain that medication was taken however I feel that this assignment was predominantly more for cooking and companionship. Anyway…. In the morning I had to put on a pot of coffee and prepare breakfast. You would think that I could cook an over easy egg for him. NOT. Finally he just told me to not worry about it, whatever way I cooked them would be the way he ate them.

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Meh…. Horny toad because of “horns” or horny toad because of libido is STILL A HORNY TOAD!

The word for Tuesday, January 6, SLAP

Yeah, I don’t understand the need to change the name to include Trump’s and I did not understand the need to change the name of the Gulf of Mexico….

The word for Monday, January 5, SHARP

Sheryl Crow, IF IT MAKES YOU HAPPY

I've been long, a long way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitoes
And drank 'til I was thirsty again
We went searchin' through thrift store jungles
Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo
And Benny Goodman's corset and pen

Well, okay, I made this up
I promised you I'd never give up

If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the HELL are you so sad?

You get down, real low down
You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train
Well, who hasn't been there before?
I come 'round, around the hard way
Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread
And serve you French toast again

Well, okay, I still get stoned
I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home

If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the HELL are you so sad?
If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the HELL are you so sad?

We've been far, far away from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitoes
And everywhere in between

Well, okay, we get along
So what if right now everything's wrong?

If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the HELL are you so sad?
If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the HELL are you so sad?

Oh-oh, oh

Eagles, HOTEL CALIFORNIA

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself
"This could be Heaven or this could be HELL"
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain
"Please bring me my wine."
He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine."
And still those voices are calling from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling
The pink champagne on ice
And she said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"
And in the master's chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
"Relax," said the night man
"We are programmed to receive
You can check-out any time you like
But you can never leave!"

AC/DC

An obvious choice! I’m just surprised that Blondie failed you for this choice of words!

Besides, isn’t there some type of amphibian called a “horny toad”? This two were horny enough to fight for their object of affection.

I’m rewatching HBO’s Sopranos. The series aired in 1999 and I was taken aback when I noticed Tony answer a phone call from the kitchen phone attached to the wall. Odd that I don’t recall seeing any of the mobsters in season 1 using a cell phone. Maybe Season 2 will feature different modern technology.

That’s interesting!

Fleetwood Mac, LANDSLIDE

I took my love, I took it down
I climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the SNOW-covered hills
'Till the landslide brought me down

Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?

Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And I'm getting older too

Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And I'm getting older too
Oh, I'm getting older too

Oh, take my love, take it down
Oh, climb a mountain and turn around
And if you see my reflection in the SNOW-covered hills
Well the landslide will bring it down
And if you see my reflection in the SNOW-covered hills
Well the landslide will bring it down, oh oh
The landslide will bring it down

Nice choice! 👍🏻

Super tune! 👍🏻

This is one issue shown over two short videos. Is it possible that people are really this freakin’ nuts? (By the way, no pun intended….)

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Madonna, LIKE A PRAYER

Life is a mystery
Everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name
And it feels like home

When you call my name
It's like a little prayer
I'm down oGn my knees
I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour
I can feel your POWER
Just like a prayer
You know I'll take you there

I hear your voice
It's like an angel sighing
I have no choice
I hear your voice
Feels like flying
I close my eyes
Oh God, I think I'm falling
Out of the sky
I close my eyes
Heaven, help me

When you call my name
It's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees
I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour
I can feel your POWER
Just like a prayer
You know I'll take you there

Like a child
You whisper softly to me
You're in control
Just like a child
Now I'm dancing
It's like a dream
No end and no beginning
You're here with me
It's like a dream
Let the choir sing

When you call my name
It's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees
I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour
I can feel your POWER
Just like a prayer
You know I'll take you there

When you call my name
It's like a little prayer
I'm down on my knees
I wanna take you there
In the midnight hour
I can feel your POWER
Just like a prayer
You know I'll take you there

Life is a mystery
Everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name
And it feels like home

Just like a prayer
Your voice can take me there
Just like a muse to me
You are a mystery
Just like a dream
You are not what you seem
Just like a prayer, no choice
Your voice can take me there

Just like a prayer, I'll take you there
It's like a dream to me
Just like a prayer, I'll take you there
It's like a dream to me
Just like a prayer, I'll take you there
It's like a dream to me
Just like a prayer, I'll take you there
It's like a dream to me

Just like a prayer
Your voice can take me there
Just like a muse to me
You are a mystery
Just like a dream
You are not what you seem
Just like a prayer, no choice
Your voice can take me there

Just like a prayer
Your voice can take me there
Just like a muse to me
You are a mystery
Just like a dream
You are not what you seem
Just like a prayer, no choice
Your voice can take me there
Your voice can take me there
Like a prayer

Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there
It's like a prayer
Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there
It's like a prayer
Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there
It's like a prayer
Just like a prayer, your voice can take me there
It's like a prayer

Black Sabbath, WAR PIGS

Generals gathered in their masses
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction
Sorcerer of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to Mankind
Poisoning their brainwashed minds...
Oh Lord yeah!

Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor

Time will tell on their POWER minds
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess
Wait 'till their judgment day comes, yeah!

Now in darkness, world stops turning
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of Judgment, God is calling
On their knees the war pigs crawling
Begging mercy for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings...
Oh Lord, yeah!

Good for the dad! 👍🏻 Too bad more parents aren’t like this!

I’ve always had a job and been a hard worker. It as never a prerequisite for me to be with a “professional” kind of man, he just needed to be someone who worked and was able to take care of himself and possibly me.

Don’t ya just hate when this happens?

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Did you have any snowfall?

Traffic, DEAR MR. FANTASY

Dear Mister FANTASY, play us a tune
Something to make us all happy
Do anything, take us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy

You are the one who can make us all laugh
But doing that you break out in tears
Please don't be sad.
If it was a straight mind you had
We wouldn't have known you all these years

Dear Mister FANTASY, play us a tune
Something to make us all happy
Do anything, take us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy

Dear Mister FANTASY, play us a tune
Something to make us all happy
Do anything, take us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy

You are the one who can make us all laugh
But doing that you break out in tears
Please don't be sad.
If it was a straight mind you had
We wouldn't have known you all these years

Queen, BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY

Is this the real life?
Is this just FANTASY?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality

Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Any way the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away

Mama, ooh
Didn't mean to make you cry
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine
Body's aching all the time
Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

Mama, ooh (Any way the wind blows)
I don't wanna die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning very, very frightening me
(Galileo) Galileo
(Galileo) Galileo
Galileo Figaro
Magnifico-o-o-o-o

I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family
Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go (Let him go!)
Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let him go!)
Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let me go!)
Will not let you go (Let me go!)
Never let you go (Never, never, never, never let me go)
Oh oh oh oh
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, mamma mia, mamma mia (Mamma mia, let me go)
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

Ooh, ooh yeah, ooh yeah

Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me

Any way the wind blows

The word for Thursday, January 1, FANTASY

I’m waking up to an “April Fools” kinda morning in SW FLORIDA……. It’s only 36 degrees and it’s flipping cold 🥶

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Bob Seger, TURN THE PAGE

On a long and lonesome highway, EAST of Omaha
You can listen to the engine moanin' out its one-note song
You can think about the woman, or the girl you knew the night before

But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do
When you're riding sixteen hours and there's nothing there to do
And you don't feel much like riding, you just wish the trip was through

Here I am, on a road again
There I am, on the stage
Here I go, playing star again
There I go, turn the page

Well, you walk into a restaurant all strung-out from the road
And you feel the eyes upon you as you're shaking off the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode

Most times you can't hear 'em talk, other times you can
All the same old clichйs, is it woman, is it man?
And you always seem outnumbered, so you don't dare make a stand

Here I am, on a road again
There I am, on the stage
Here I go, playing star again
There I go, turn the page

Out there in the spotlight you're a million miles away
Every ounce of energy you try to give away
As the sweat pours out your body like the music that you play

Later in the evening as you lie awake in bed
With the echoes from the amplifiers ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette, remembering what she said

Here I am, on a road again
There I am, up on the stage
Here I go, playing star again
There I go, turn the page

Here I am, on a road again
There I am, on the stage, yeah
Here I go, playing star again
There I go, there I go

The word for Tuesday, December 30, EAST

Check this out, look at what a school in New York is allegedly using.

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Hi.

Since your profile identifies you as “Female” and you’re choosing to upload “tribute” pictures, the FEMALE MISCELLANEOUS category would be the appropriate category to upload the pictures under.

In my opinion, there’s an adequate number of established categories therefore no need to add more.

The word for Monday, December 29, EVERYDAY

I’m not familiar with this tune. I love the diversity in the songs chosen!

Good tune!

Dang! Dang! Dang!

I’m not surprised, you were able to post a tune from “your go to artist”, Blondie! Nicely done!