A Friendly Musical Visit Every Day

I have horrible fatigue and vertigo--basically can't do anything but breathe and cry right now--but I've been listening to the Rifftrax riff of A Talking Cat!?! since 4 this morning. There's a character in the movie named Tina, and I always end up hearing the "Tiny the Talking Tabby" jingle in my head when someone says her name. My baby sister loved Arthur, and forced our family to watch Arthur's Perfect Christmas every year, well into adulthood. Anyway, if I have to suffer, so do you. (sorry) If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and anecdotes, the easiest thing you can do is buy my books (most are for adults only!) or check them out from your local library.  Supporting my  AudioErotica  endeavour on  Patreon  would also help me hugely. I'm also an  Amazon Influencer,  so hopefully I can make a little pocket change when you buy stuff by clicking through  my affiliate links . I also recommend subscribing to my news...

After days of not being able to leave the house due to migraines AND salmonella poisoning (what a combination...) I finally went out to buy a few groceries. I often use a walker to get around, and that was the case today.  On my way home, there was a snooty rich lady standing in the sidewalk so that I couldn't get by. I asked her if she could move and she didn't even look at me, just took the slightest half-step forward so she was still blocking my path. There was no way I could get by her with my walker. She also had a dog. Her dog was completely blocking my path. I asked her if she could move her dog and she didn't even acknowledge my existence. She did not move her dog.  It's always bothered me, being treated this way--being treated like I'm so inconsequential that I'm not even worth acknowledging--but I think it bothers me in a much deeper way when I'm using a mobility aid. Because I feel like... you've got no excuse, world. You look at me and you kn...

You can blame/thank The Mary Jo Pehl Show for this one, because this condensed version of Lynda Carter's Rock 'n Roll Fantasy appeared in the preshow of last month's edition. I was going to play the full version for you (it is available on YouTube), but playback on external sites has been disabled. But this segment is possibly the most memorable. Possibly.  I'm truly very sorry for everything you're about to see. If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and anecdotes, the easiest thing you can do is buy my books (most are for adults only!) or check them out from your local library.  Supporting my  AudioErotica  endeavour on  Patreon  would also help me hugely. I'm also an  Amazon Influencer,  so hopefully I can make a little pocket change when you buy stuff by clicking through  my affiliate links . I also recommend subscribing to my newsletter. I generally e-mail subscribers with a weekly update, and I would LOVE ...

I wasn't joking yesterday when I said YouTube keeps pitching me suggestive songs from the 30s. I kind of can't believe this is real. It's from 1931, apparently. "I stroke it every chance I get..." If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and anecdotes, the easiest thing you can do is buy my books (most are for adults only!) or check them out from your local library.  Supporting my  AudioErotica  endeavour on  Patreon  would also help me hugely. I'm also an  Amazon Influencer,  so hopefully I can make a little pocket change when you buy stuff by clicking through  my affiliate links . I also recommend subscribing to my newsletter. I generally e-mail subscribers with a weekly update, and I would LOVE to have you on the list.  Click here to sign up:  http://eepurl.com/R4b11 See you soon! Giselle

This is the third version of My Toot Toot we're listening to, and I'm not sorry. I am obsessed with this song. I couldn't not play this cover. If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and anecdotes, the easiest thing you can do is buy my books (most are for adults only!) or check them out from your local library.  Supporting my  AudioErotica  endeavour on  Patreon  would also help me hugely. I'm also an  Amazon Influencer,  so hopefully I can make a little pocket change when you buy stuff by clicking through  my affiliate links . I also recommend subscribing to my newsletter. I generally e-mail subscribers with a weekly update, and I would LOVE to have you on the list.  Click here to sign up:  http://eepurl.com/R4b11 See you soon! Giselle

Despite having listened to the radio 26 hours a day during the 1980s, I don't remember ever hearing this song until 40 seconds ago, and somehow I've listened to it 400 times in the past 5 minutes. Don't try to do the math on that. If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and anecdotes, the easiest thing you can do is buy my books (most are for adults only!) or check them out from your local library.  Supporting my  AudioErotica  endeavour on  Patreon  would also help me hugely. I'm also an  Amazon Influencer,  so hopefully I can make a little pocket change when you buy stuff by clicking through  my affiliate links . I also recommend subscribing to my newsletter. I generally e-mail subscribers with a weekly update, and I would LOVE to have you on the list.  Click here to sign up:  http://eepurl.com/R4b11 See you soon! Giselle

I've got another story about my ring flying off my finger, but this time it was in public.  The last time this happened, at least it was in the privacy of our own home. This time, it happened in the laundry room of my apartment building. My partner carried the laundry for me, because I no longer have the strength to do many household tasks on my own. Once the laundry basket was set before the washing machine, I assured him I could load it by myself, and I went to task. As I was loading the machine, a young guy came into the laundry room and started doing the same a few machines down the line. The laundry room in my building is really large and bright and welcoming--they renovated it a couple years ago, and I must say they did a great job. So, anyway, I finished loading the washer, stood up, and realized there was a whole bunch of lint all over my sweatshirt. I started brushing it off, and as I did so, my ring flew off my finger. Since I was brushing in a downward motion, it hit th...

I have 100% become one of those boring grandparents who talk incessantly about their adorable grandchildren, but who could possibly resist showing off about cuteness? I can't resist. I've tried. It just doesn't work. My stepdaughter has a couple of rescue birds, one of which is called Poppy. My granddaughter has now learned how to say the word "Poppy" and she calls everything that is (or resembles) a bird by that moniker. The way she pronounces "Poppy" sounds a lot like "puppy," so it seems like she's calling birds dogs, but she's not! She knows what she means, and we know what she means because my stepdaughter explained the intricacies of her little one's language to us. Their Christmas tree was decorated with many different bird ornaments. My granddaughter would point to each one and say "Poppy" and my stepdaughter would take it down from the tree and hand it to her. She would give the bird a kiss, then hand it back to h...

Earlier this month I told you a story about rich people showing up empty-handed for a visit and then telling us they had just visited a nursery that had all these gorgeous poinsettias and bought one for their sister. But not for us.  So yesterday my partner and I went to that same nursery and we bought ourselves a damn poinsettia. Our house is sadly un-festive, except that it's full of Christmas cards. My partner sends out stacks of Christmas cards every year, and he gets stacks in return. I really admire that quality in him: maintaining social connections is important to him, so he takes action on all that stuff.  I wanted to sent one Christmas card to one person and I didn't even do that. Anyway, we've got a locally-grown poinsettia now. We also put Christmas lights on a tree in the backyard. That's something. If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and anecdotes, the easiest thing you can do is buy my books (most are for adults only...

My partner used to work for rich people, and he's weirdly in awe of them. He thinks it's amazing what they've gone on to accomplish in science and the arts and... well, all the fields, really. But all I can think is: of course they can accomplish anything they set their minds to. They have money. Family money. Mega family money. Wealth equals connections. They can fund their projects with Daddy's cash, or with the help of rich friends. The other day, I told you about a visit from my partner's friends. I considered them to be bad company for many reasons, including the fact that they showed up at our door with a bottle of wine, even though my partner had told them he was no longer drinking alcohol (in large part due to the cancer treatment he was undergoing at the time). This weekend, we had a visit from a different couple. These people were rich. Very rich. Complaining about the quality of the free wine served at their very exclusive COUNTRY CLUB's Christmas ...

My partner and I went to a Christmas event in the town where he lives, and there was a barbershop quartet singing this song. Neither of us had ever heard it, which came as a bit of a relief. It was the end of the evening and we'd heard the same carols done over and over by various choirs and brass bands.  So we were happy to hear something fresh.  Although, apparently this song was written in 1989, so... well, I guess that's fresh for a Christmas carol. The girl standing beside me was singing along, so maybe my partner and I have just been living under a rock for the past 30-whatever years. If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and anecdotes, the easiest thing you can do is buy my books (most are for adults only!) or check them out from your local library.  Supporting my  AudioErotica  endeavour on  Patreon  would also help me hugely. I'm also an  Amazon Influencer,  so hopefully I can make a little pocket chang...

I have had ants in my apartment for years. How do ants end up in a highrise? I have no idea, but I can't get rid of them, no matter what I do. They're just tiny little things, and I do recall the evening they invaded my kitchen for the first time. It was around seven in the evening when a loud sound occured. In fact, it wasn't just a sound--it was a trembling feeling, too. Didn't feel like an earthquake. Felt more like a hundred jackhammers going at the base of my building at once. It went on for a couple minutes, and then it stopped. And when it stopped, there were suddenly all these ants in my kitchen.  Prior to that moment, I had never seen an ant in my apartment. Now I struggle to keep them at bay. I thought I was the only highrise-dweller on the planet who had this problem, but then I was talking to my partner's friend's sister-in-law (as you do), who lives in a condo building my partner actually wanted to move into, at the time. I don't know why she...

I am in so much pain I don't know how I'm even alive. My head hurts. My neck hurts. I would rather not be conscious, but here we are. We are in pain. You know how medical professionals ask you what your pain level is at and you're supposed to answer on a scale from zero to ten? When my partner took me to the emergency room last month, the hospital had a poster that sort of explained what those pain levels meant.  For ten, it said "Life is Pain." And, like, yeah. That's my life. Life is pain. I am never not in pain. It's not always a ten (in fact, it's rarely a ten--often it's hovering between six and eight), but pain is always present in a way that does not allow me to lead an anywhere close to normal life. Right now, I'm lying on a bed.  I'm almost always lying down. And I'm in severe pain. Chronic pain didn't enter my life until I was in my late 30s. Before that, I'd spent my entire adult life living with chronic mental h...

I don't always understand why YouTube pitches me the videos it does. After I'd watched the Kathleen Edwards track we featured yesterday, YouTube decided that I would definitely want to watch Sha Na Na. At first, I didn't think I could get on board. And then I spent the next hour watching Sha Na Na videos. So maybe YouTube knows me better than I know myself. If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and anecdotes, the easiest thing you can do is buy my books (most are for adults only!) or check them out from your local library.  Supporting my  AudioErotica  endeavour on  Patreon  would also help me hugely. I'm also an  Amazon Influencer,  so hopefully I can make a little pocket change when you buy stuff by clicking through  my affiliate links . I also recommend subscribing to my newsletter. I generally e-mail subscribers with a weekly update, and I would LOVE to have you on the list.  Click here to sign up:...

My partner is a grown-up person who happens to like teddy bears. When the process of diagnosing his cancer began, I bought him teddy bears for everything. Biopsy? You get a little teddy bear. Surgery? You get an even bigger teddy bear.  I kept giving him teddy bears until he told me we had enough teddy bears. The best bear I bought him happened to be on the clearance shelf at a bookstore. The bear had a brother, so I bought them both. One sleeps with us on our bed. He is the best bear. He is the perfect size to cuddle. My partner likes to name his bears, and he named this one after a hockey player. We don't fight over him, exactly, but somehow I always end up hugging him in my sleep. My partner hugs a bear I knitted, back when I was a more talented knitter than I am today. I can hear you asking: "What happened to the bear's brother?" Get ready to shed a tear, because I gave him to our granddaughter this summer, the first time we met. Because my stepdaughter and he...

My partner and I were supposed to do the Terry Fox Run this weekend. My partner has only missed 3 years since the run started and, despite the fatigue that hits him particularly hard every morning, he wanted to keep up his tradition. I think it was particularly important to him this year, since it's a run to support cancer research and, as you know, he has cancer. Well, as it happens, my partner decided this weekend was the perfect time to set up a bunch of tents he had in the basement just to make sure they weren't full of holes, etc. Once we'd set up tents in the backyard, I decided I wanted to sleep in one. My partner told me I was on my own, but that's fine. I'm not afraid of the backyard, even though we do get skunks and coyotes around here. So I slept in the yard. I enjoyed it. Except that I slept on top of the cushions from the outdoor couch and they kept sliding apart from each other, leaving my already troublesome neck unsupported. I thought that would ...

I could have sworn this was already a song of the day, but my research shows it was not. I don't think it's relevant to anything; the song just popped into my head a couple minutes ago. I was about to call my partner "my pet monster," but I didn't think he'd get the reference, and I figured he'd probably find it insulting, being called a monster. Or my pet. If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and anecdotes, the easiest thing you can do is buy my books (most are for adults only!) or check them out from your local library.  Supporting my  AudioErotica  endeavour on  Patreon  would also help me hugely. I'm also an  Amazon Influencer,  so hopefully I can make a little pocket change when you buy stuff by clicking through  my affiliate links . I also recommend subscribing to my newsletter. I generally e-mail subscribers with a weekly update, and I would LOVE to have you on the list.  Click here to sign up:  htt...

As you've probably heard by now, Paul Reubens died last week. I loved Pee-Wee's Playhouse, as a kid. As an adult, I watched a documentary about the art director on the show, which I found illuminating at the time, but remember nothing about now because my brain no longer holds onto information. When I went to YouTube to grab this clip, I spotted a video saying that Cyndi Lauper sang this theme song. Wasn't sure if that was true, but the internet agrees. Apparently she copped to it in her autobiography. Makes perfect sense, actually. If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and anecdotes, the easiest thing you can do is buy my books (most are for adults only!) or check them out from your local library.  Supporting my  AudioErotica  endeavour on  Patreon  would also help me hugely. I'm also an  Amazon Influencer,  so hopefully I can make a little pocket change when you buy stuff by clicking through  my affiliate links ....

In an effort to feel young, I'm reminding myself that this fad came before my time. I did the Macarena. I might even have been known to Achy-Breaky-Heart. But I never did The Hustle.  Still, this classic 70s disco tune is so ubiquitous that it remains implanted in my brain. I don't know how to dance to it, but it's in there. If you're wondering how you can support me in bringing you songs and visits every day, the easiest thing you can do is tell your friends about the site. Tell anyone you know--particularly people who are isolated and enjoy music. Readers of adult fiction can also buy my books or check them out from your local library. Supporting my  AudioErotica  endeavour on  Patreon  would also help me hugely! I'm also an  Amazon Influencer,  so hopefully I can make a little pocket change when you buy stuff by clicking through  my affiliate links . But you don't HAVE to do any of that. I'm very happy to get a daily visit from you, so just kee...

Yesterday I talked about never having been to a club in my youth.  My best friend was nerdy like me, but she was better at making friends and going along with whatever the group wanted to do. When she went to university, she eventually ended up renting a floor of a house with other students. She didn't drink, but she still seemed to enjoy hosting weird themed drinking parties. When her friend group wanted to go to a club, she went with them. It was a very cold night in a very snowy Canadian city. She and her friends waited in line, outside, in the blustery winter, for an absurdly long time. The guy behind her in line--a stranger--looked her in the eye and recited the lyrics to this song in absolute earnest. That was his come-on line, apparently. I wonder if it ever worked on anyone. You know what? I don't really feel like I missed out on anything, not going to clubs and all. I feel icky posting this song, and I never had it recited it to me by some guy on the street. If you...