A friend of mine recently sent me an 80’s TV show “quiz” that was really just a you-tube mish-mash of late 70’s, 80’s, and early 90’s sitcom theme songs.  Of course, it included this little gem:

((I never noticed the Keatons had a nice gourmet range in their kitchen.  Will they commission a new family painting once Brian Bonsall unexpectedly arrives on the scene?  So much hugging.  Anyone else a little creeped out by Steven Keaton’s Freudian facial hair?))

What little girl didn’t want to grow up to be as cool as Mallory?

Anyway, I’m pretty sure (didn’t google it) Aaron Neville is soft-rocking us with his sweet high tenor for almost a minute, prepping us for the hugging and life lessons we’d see on Family Ties, with the following lyrics:

I bet we’ve been together for a million years

And I bet we’ll be together for a million more

Oh it’s like I started breathing on the night we kissed

And I can’t remember what I ever did before

What would we do, baby, without us?

What would we do, baby, without us?

And there ain’t no nothing we can’t love each other through  [background: (woooo)]

What would we do, baby, without us?

Sha-la-la laaaaa

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The headline in German papers today was:

Rupert Murdoch is sure getting a lot of press today.  Who is this dude and how did he get so rich?  And does anyone else think it sounds funny when the BBC says “Beeee-Skye-Beeee?”

Of course, Toddlers in Tiaras.  There’s a new season on in the States right now.  A girl on my facebook MAY have her child shown on TV (turns out, only in background shots).  All worth viewing.

Toddler, without Tiara

And finally, my time in the lap of luxury: Sofitel Berlin, has ended and I needed to pack the (already overstuffed) suitcase that finally arrived with all the H&M things I had purchased when it was “lost”.  So, I googled:  How to pack a suitcase to maximize space.  Which lead me to this:

Brought to you by the International Institute for Modern Butlers.  They suggest putting tissue paper in between items, to keep things like sequins or odors from mingling with other garments.  My clothing has plenty of sequins for sure, but I happened to be fresh out of tissue paper.  And the video goes on for 16 minutes (and has a sequel! …”Unpacking” perhaps?)  So I just rolled everything into burritos and shoved it real good into the bag and then smooshed the whole thing down and zipped.  And thank the lord, everything fit.  I should consider producing a video on this method.

I am in Madrid this weekend.  It felt hot out today, but I wasn’t sure how hot even though bank signs flashed “34 C” (or 30 C in the shade).  Being an American, a temperature of 30 means coats, pants, boots and snow because I’ve grown up with the Fahrenheit system, which in the rest of the world is about as useful as inches and pounds.

 

34 degrees Celsius = 93.2 degrees Fahrenheit

So speaking of pigeons, if you get a group of pigeons around (because you threw crusty bread) and watch them, have you noticed that there are a lot of “handi-capable” pigeons out there?  Living every day with stumps of legs or missing toes, limping from crumb to crumb?  It nearly breaks your heart.  Well, it breaks my heart and makes me wonder – what sort of epidemic is hitting the pigeon community?  Why do so many of them only have one leg?  (and Yes, I checked to see if they were just standing on one leg)

So common, there’s even a Yoga pose: “One-Legged King Pigeon”

You eat at an outdoor cafe in any city – San Diego, Madrid – and you’ll see pigeons at your feet, begging. Not nearly as cute as ducks and not as popular in beach art as seagulls, but definitely ever-present. And kind of mesmerizing, in their beady-red-eyed way. But for the hundreds of pigeons that gather when I fling my sandwich crusts onto the cement, not a single one is a pig-let. What’s the deal, nature? Where are your young?

Urban Bigfoot?