Have you ever gotten a tune stuck in your head that you just can't shake no matter how hard you try? I think it's called an earworm although I'm not sure why unless it's because it's partially derived from the German word “Ohrwurm.”
Anyway, I'm baffled as to why I woke up this morning with a song that I haven't heard in months or maybe longer running through my head. I don't listen to music in my car as much as I used to since the geniuses that design cars decided that eight-track players, then cassette decks and now CD players are no longer necessary. (We won't discuss some car makers' brief crazy idea of installing a record player, also referred to as a “Highway Hi-Fi,” in the dash.)
The best car I owned had a hard drive in it. I loved that car just because of the hard drive.
I was able to download all my favorite CDs and put them back in the house. I'm guessing they assume that everyone who is anyone uses their phones for their personal playlist.
Well, maybe I don't want to fill up my phone with a bunch of tunes. I don't subscribe to the myriad music apps that are available for a couple of reasons: (1) I'm too lazy (translation: I probably couldn't figure out how without the help of my grandkids) and (2) This is the most important reason of all–I'm too cheap. I'm already paying for the privilege of having a satellite radio in my car, so I don't have to scan channels to find something to listen to as we travel and that feature costs more than enough. It actually costs too much but I like tuning in to the old time radio programs my parents grew up listening to. Some of them are so bad that I'm thinking the bar as to what constituted talent and who could get a program of their own was really low. I won't name any since other's opinion may differ from mine.
I digress as usual. Why this particular song suddenly decided to take up residence in my already crowded cranium of mostly useless trivia very early this morning I'll never know.
It wouldn't have been so bad if I knew all the lyrics, but no, I could only remember a few lines and they kept looping through my head like a record stuck on repeat.
What's this annoying song that I woke up to, you ask? Was it something soothing like “You're My Soul and Inspiration” sung by the Righteous Brothers or something to get my heart beating fast like “Stayin' Alive” as sung by the Bee Gees? Oh, no. It was Steve Lawrence crooning “Go Away Little Girl.” Steve Lawrence! He's a good singer, sure, but why couldn't I be dreaming about someone I might have had a crush on back in the day, not someone my parents' ages? At least it could have been the Donny Osmond rendition. No, I didn't have a crush on Donny. I was more into the Monkees and drummers.
All I could remember was “Go away little girl. Go away little girl. I'm not supposed to be alone with you. When you are near me like this, you're much too hard to resist. So go away little girl before I beg you to stay,” which isn't even in the right order.
I always was a sucker for sappy songs like this.
“Put Your Head on My Shoulder” by Paul Anka is one that comes to mind, but how and why this other particular song popped into my head I guess I'll never know.
But that's enough about earworms; let's talk eggs.
Who knew a measly old chicken egg would become so precious?
Almost makes me wish we had some laying hens. I haven't got quite that desperate yet, but it may come to that.
A recent development that caught my ear was one of the craziest things I've heard in quite a while.
It seems that chicken eggs have replaced drugs as the number one product to smuggle across the Mexican border, according to the statistics that I made just up. But seriously, the smuggling part is true.
At nearly 50 cents per egg (at the time of my 'research') in the United States compared to 11 cents in Mexico I can see where it'd be tempting.
The grandkids have been begging me to make deviled eggs but unless they can make a trip down Mexico way and bring back some cheap eggs, it ain't gonna happen anytime soon.
I could make deviled eggs instead of a cake, but when I think how it'd be hard to keep a candle standing up in, one probably not. It'd still be cheaper to bake a cake.