Match Maker, Match Maker......

Letttttttttttttttttyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy !!!!

Gaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuttttttttaaaaammmmmm. Hey, handsome.

Later folks. More car problems.

Which car, do you have?

A 92 Cadillac, thok. Radiator is gone. Now I have the task of finding an honest radiator shop. Thank God for my red headed step child, the Dodge Monaco.

Aaaaagggghhhh. I HATE car problems, any mechanical problems.
Good luck and patience.

Well, JL. At least I have learned how NOT to get cheated. Neighbor across the street is advising me, too.

Let's see how I can make this fit.

Three on a match.
Sprinkler system blew up.
Car has big problems
Can't find a simple handy man.

Good things come in threes.

There's an abundance of handimen out here (possibly a function of Bush's economy), but most of the ones I've encountered are more caca de toro than expertise.

Radiators? Sprinklers?
Had my sprinkler system updated yesterday. I case the two radiators will be next. :wink:

caca de toro...lol. BS is right JL.

Hey, Jack. When it rains and all that stuff.

Well, off to call Daytona Radiator Shop.

caca de toro?
Hey, caca de toro! That rings a bell! The sprinkler guy said that phrase several times yesterday during our discussion about how much I should pay him for the job.

Hmmm. Think I'll match Jack with a web of design.

As a filament man, he'd be mighty fine.

Or, how about a Mexican dancer:







La cucaracha, la cucaracha,
Ya no puede caminar;
Porque no tiene, porque le falta
Marijuana que fumar.

Ya murio la cucaracha,
Ya la llevan a enterrar,
Entre cuatro zopilotes
Y un raton de sacristan.

Con las barbas de Carranza,
Voy a hacer una toquilla,
Pa' ponersela al sombrero
De su padre Pancho Villa.

Un panadero fue a misa,
No encontrando que rezar,
Le pidio a la Virgen pura,
Marijuana pa' fumar.

Una cosa me da risa:
Pancho Villa sin camisa;
Ya se van los carrancistas
Porque vienen los villistas.

Para sarapes, Saltillo;
Chihuahua para soldados;
Para mujeres, Jalisco;
Para amar, toditos lados.

Feel free to change that to cacaracha. Dancer by night; Irish by day.

That would help with the cost of repair.

Ah, you reminded me of one of my favorite Buffett tunes, Miss Lettylebbyleddylemmy:

Halloween in Tijuana
Full moon in my eyes
I wonder how in the hell I got here
Without a disguise

Should I take this last step
Or turn myself around
Or follow my intuition into that border town

Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos

Pretty girls they beckon
From their rooms above
Skeletons are dancing
In the name of love

Don't know where I'm goin'
I don't like where I've been
There may be no exit
But hell I'm going in

Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos

I hear the people singing that same old haunting tune
I drink because I know it's me against the moon

Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos

Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos
Yo quiero a bailar en Mexico
We do the desperation samba con nos amigos

Hello, dear friends .. I'm in the most unusual mood tonight. I've been trying to get these two guys who used to be on the radio to get together for two years; one lost his house because someone mentioned getting rid of the queen and he was sacked; the other was framed in this perverted case about video-stalking people. It's one big wild goose chase. But, for some reasons, maybe the songs, I feel wonderful .

Re: caca de toro?


Is the guy Cuban? I've only ever heard little kids and Cubans use 'caca...' their version of Spanish is really quite strange, but interesting.

Is your car any better, Letty? I never learnt to do anything; I just passed my theory test. Thus, I 'know' how to drive, but cannot drive.

Ah, Setanta. Is that Jimmy Or Warren?

Might as well sing as I've done all the matchin' wits with estimates
that I can do.

CHRIS ISAAK LYRICS

"South Of The Border (Down Mexico Way)"

South of the border, down Mexico way.
That's where I fell in love where stars above, came out to play.
And now as I wonder, my thoughts ever stray.
South of the border, down Mexico way.

She was a picture, in old spanish ways.
Just for a tender while I kissed the smile, upon her face.
For it was fiesta, and love had it's day.
South of the border, down Mexico way.

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)

Then she sighed as she whispered manyana, never dreaming that we were parting.
And I lied as I whispered manyana, for our tomorrow never came.

South of the border, I rode back one day.
There in a veil of white by candlelight, she knelt to pray.
The mission bells told me, that I shouldn't stay.
South of the border, down Mexico way.

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay (Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay)
Good bye good bye.


I remember very little about my brother, but I remember his having sung that song quite clearly.

JL ain't much on pop culture, so we'll just have to leave him with the memory of Ravel's Bolero.

drom, my erudite friend, it is most rewarding when we can all cheer each other up. The only problem that I have now is the decision about what to do if they tell me that I need a new engine. That car is a classic Seville and I'm always afraid that those in the diagnostics dept. will say things that aren't exactly on the level.

One bit of luck: a roving repair man just waltzed by and is going to fix what needs fixing. (not free, of course).

I may have to be a call girl by night, and a dancer by day.

One Hit Wonders Lyrics

The Romantics


What I Like About You Lyrics



Hey, uh huh huh
Hey, uh huh huh

What I like about you, you hold me tight
Tell me I'm the only one, wanna come over tonight, yeah

You're whispering in my ear
Tell me all the things that I wanna to hear, 'cause that's true
That's what I like about you

What I like about you, you really know how to dance
When you go up, down, jump around, think about true romance, yeah

You're whispering in my ear
Tell me all the things that I wanna to hear, 'cause that's true
That's what I like about you
That's what I like about you
That's what I like about you

Wahh!

Hey!

What I like about you, you keep me warm at night
Never wanna' let you go, know you make me feel alright, yeah

You're whispering in my ear
Tell me all the things that I wanna to hear, 'cause that's true
That's what I like about you
That's what I like about you
That's what I like about you
That's what I like about you (whispered)
That's what I like about you (whispered)
That's what I like about you (whispered)
That's what I like about you (whispered)

Hey, uh huh huh, hey hey hey
Hey, uh huh huh, brrr
Hey, uh huh huh, hey

YUK

Brownsville girl with your Brownsville curls, teeth like pearls shining like the moon above
Brownsville girl, show me all around the world, Brownsville girl, you're my honey love.
Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than people who are most content.
I don't have any regrets, they can talk about me plenty when I'm gone.
You always said people don't do what they believe in, they just do what's most convenient, then they repent.
And I always said, "Hang on to me, baby, and let's hope that the roof stays on."

I can teach you how to tango, if you want . It would be a shame to let such a car go; how long have you had it? Could they not replace the engine if the worst came to the worst?

(PS. The thing that I liked the best about that song was the big YUK at the end of it .)