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Monday, Monday, so good to me
Monday mornin', it was all I hoped it would be
Oh Monday mornin', Monday mornin' couldn't guarantee
That Monday evenin' you would still be here with me

Criminy.  Just an old fashioned love song playin' on the radio.. no, that ain't it... in the middlea my blog, that's it.

Monday, Monday, can't trust that day
Monday, Monday, sometimes it just turns out that way
Oh Monday mornin' you gave me no warnin' of what was to be
Oh Monday, Monday, how could you leave and not take me

OK lady, make up your mind.  You love Monday or not?  Maybe this was written by a hound pooch eh? "How could you leave and not take me?"  The feelings of hound pooches heal faster'n us humans, and you can bet your bippy said hound pooch will be waggin' it's tail upon one's return.

Monday.  I know it's that because when I got up at ugly-thirty today, it wasn't the Farm Report (Saturday and Sunday) it was the local news. My pillbox also tells me so.

Every other day, every other day
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
A-you can find me cryin' all of the time

Well... no..  not really.  Mebbe back in the day.  If you're real old like me (Bless you for still being here) you might remember Maynard G. Crebbs... and.. hearing Monday..  reminds him of "WORK!"  "WORK!"  As in, work beckons.  Ain't retirement great?

You there... ya little whippersnapper...  "You better watch out.. You better not cry..You better not pout I'm telling you why, ya don't git your little booty up and going on the commute, ya ain't gonna have any Social Security.... ya hear?"  Remember the Whiners on SNL?  No one likes a whiner!

Monday, Monday, so good to me
Monday mornin', it was all I hoped it would be
But Monday mornin', Monday mornin' couldn't guarantee
That Monday evenin' you would still be here with me  

Nope, there are no guarantees in life, in spitea what that extended car warranty sales rep tellsya.  Take weather for example.  Or cars.  Sport's teams.  Relationships. Even Bic lighters and Everready bunny batteries sputter...

Every other day, every other day
Every other day of the week is fine, yeah (yeah)
But whenever Monday comes, but whenever Monday comes
A-you can find me cryin' all of the time

I like Mondays. Do. Did. Oh sure, certain I bitched, moaned like the rest.. I will forever and ever thank my tiny college's Logic teacher who was the first I heard.. tell...  "No, you don't have to, you get to."

So yeah, c'mere Monday... take that Tuesday... and whatever them remaining days are (brb, gonna peek at my pillbox, I forget.)  Can't find it.  I'll check with Paul Harvey, he'll know.

Monday, Monday, can't trust that day
Monday, Monday, it just turns out that way
Oh Monday, Monday, won't go away
Monday, Monday, it's here to stay
Oh Monday, Monday

Oh Monday, Monday

Sure, The Mamas and the Papas of life have hitches in the getalong (don't we all though), checkengine light warnings.. .kids with dirty diapers..  trantrum throwing two year olds.. .prices go up, pay raises don't keep the same pace.

We'd mebbe all be spoiled little brats if everything, everyday, went wunnerful!  That Baby Ruth candy bar guy failed 7 outta 10 times.  He played 7 days too, he didn't get the YIPPEE of "TGIF"!

Al Bundy sold shoes.  Andy Sheriff'ed.  Kramer said of Seinfeld  “He's a joke maker. Tell him Jerry." I COULD NOT hold a candle to my grandpa... he missed one day of work in 31 years.. his job at the brick plant was to move bricks from the plant to the train, via a wheelbarrow.  Goodness.

We're all (I believe) blessed.. lucky.. it's hella fun 'to be here'. Even on Mondays.  

Many many many many don't do the Dolly Parton Monday thru Friday 9 to 5. (Never really understood why Dolly never gottta lunch break.)  Fire, police, letter carriers, airplane suitcase loader uppers, casino folks, milk/bread dudes, stacka Frito guys, MANY.... weird days off..... complain complain is their name?  It's much easier, or so I hear, if ya look at it like "I get to."

Many have work at fun.  The other extreme was our ground mechanic at United Airlines.. Victor, don't name names.. OK, won't.  Anyways, we let our equipment literally fall apart versus taking to him for repair, you might get hit with a wrench (open end or box, both hurt!), a curse word, glare, yada.  Enda the day (didn't matta' Monday, whatever day), he's take a Magic Marker to the 30 day calendar, draw a HUGE X thru the day, like, "Take THAT you basta!".. Sad to think some do go thru life like that.  Mebbe many of us do but only the innards know?

Oh great, this is where Victor preaches..   Nah, not really.  Just reminding ME (hitchhike if you want) niceness whilst attempting smile, wins out, 7 days a week.  (The Beatles musta been on drugs what with their 8 days a week, and no coach, there ain't sucha thing as 110%!). 

I'd better run.. I have to pee......

Victor?  Yes?  You GET to pee.

I reckon that's one way to look at #1, yes.

Rainy days and Mondays make the grass grow, the waterfalls fall.. allow many of nature's critters to drink..   Funny story (VICTOR! You tell it, WE'LL decide if it's funny.)  Ahm, OK.  The other day, onea my wipers stopped wiping.  Uh huh.  Driver's side works, passenger side no.  Tightened it, worked for awhile.  Now it ain't moving again.  I'll tighten it, soon.  Drove home from work in a slight downpour yesterday.  I'm pretty sure the little logic teacher guy would say "Drive safe, yes, but too, it's ok to laugh about it."  I do, did.

Happy Monday........... why not?

Love, Victurd