I love Jerry Dean

I love Jerry Dean because his music makes me feel happy. It has a Mexican/Bavarian trumpet twist - very unusual. As I was listening to it today in the car, I had visions of 90 year old Molly Darcy, mother of 14, jiving around the floor with her son the Industrialist, Bill Cullen. We are our thoughts after all - and the happier we can make them - the better. As you listen to some of the jive numbers, try some visual stimulation - see if it works for you.

I was introduced to his music by Kevin after he visited Sante Fe, New Mexico some years ago. He brought me back a piece of Jerry in his suitcase and I have loved him ever since. I can hear so many cultures in his music - Irish - German - Mexican - Spanish. I guarantee there is not a single person in the world who would not feel happy listening to him. So today was a 'Jerry Day'. Google Jerry Dean - Latin/Spanish Pop - that's what he calls his music on I-tunes. Love to hear what you think.

I was singing along with Jerry in the car, and really enjoying driving around the city, watching people move and groove to the beat. Even a very rude and impatient yellow taxi driver behind me today couldn't phase me. Another day I might have yelled and told him where to go - (taxis and red pick-up testosterone-loaded truck drivers, are my worst enemies on the road). Not today - today was a Jerry Day. We passed a motor bike with a young couple atop. It looked so funny because the fellow was sitting at the back and he was enormous and perched in such a way I thought he was going to fall off the bike. His girlfriend the driver was teeny tiny - it should have been the other way round? But listening to Jerry they looked hilarious.

Next we passed a tandem - I hate hate hate to see very young children on those - they look so dangerous. There was a dad pedalling away in front while his teeny tiny little daughter was in the back pedalling to keep up with him - what if she fell off behind? would he notice or see if she got into difficulties? I don't think so. She should have been in front and the dad in the back. Anyway some of the things you see on the road!!

Next thing we passed a Subway restaurant and Jerry whispered into my ear that today was a day for simple abundance - and that I was to simply forget the thrift krap - and get an abundant tuna wrap. Who was I to argue? In my books food should not be one of those areas to drastically change, especially if you are not on the breadline - and not wishing to make others suffer - right? My SA journey is for me alone, and I don't want to make others suffer...Right? which is why I allowed Claudia get her Cleopatra bed yesterday and will reinstate the Chewrifics for the bitches. Jerry agreed that yes, that made sense to him too. I shall continue to do sensible things like not buying a 43rd pair of shoes, especially when I only wear about 9 pairs, and stuff like that.

I had to make an extra trip to the school today as Vicky had forgotten an important blue folder that she needed for school, so instead of saying 'darn' I said I would turn a negative situation into a positive one, and buy Subways for everybody - Yeah! what a great idea. Too bad I couldn't buy Jerry one too.

I headed into the Subway and shortly after I arrived, a big fight ensued - not a physical bust up - no just a very irate lady began to fight with the poor young 'Sandwich Artist' as they call them over here. The Sandwich Artist hadn't a word of English except to say "you like" and point to the tomatoes, peppers, etc. It has always worked for me and everybody else but not today. I always say "fully loaded - like a pistol love" and they always understand. Fully-loaded meaning a little bit of everything - believe me it saves at least 10 mins. in the line up.

'I am so very disappointed with Subway" the skinny irate lady spitted out, her face getting redder than the tomatoes the poor SA was trying to put on her slab. She must have had a tapeworm I rationalised because even I could not have handled the enormous footlong she was ordering. "I notice, and have noticed for some time now that your scoops of tuna are getting smaller and smaller" she continued, fuming at this point.

I could tell the poor sandwich artist hadn't a clue what the irate lady was saying. The irate lady with the tapeworm could not be comforted by the SA so the poor SA had to call the manager and all hell broke loose. I realised then she was probably looking for a freebie. It happens.

Subways and Starbucks have a lot in common in that regard. People are almost as fussy as me - some are even worse. I saw a similar incident in another subway in Fort McMurray some years ago. It was so ferocious an attack, I never forgot it. A very large 6' 10" caucasian male attacked the poor sandwich artist and abused her to high hell telling her she was the worst person in the whole wide world and that her scoops were pathetic. The girl - this is no joke - ended up becoming a patient of Kevin. I recognized her face - hard to forget it when I saw the colour drain from it. And I thought I was the only fussy eater.

Next time I go to Starbucks and order my tall 1% extra wet restretto cappuccino, I'll know I'm not the only one with simple tastes and that if he is a minute late serving up my creamy goodness, I'll be given a complimentary beverage coupon to reward me for my patience - Ah! that's the way to do it!

So the message of today's blog is - "If you feel like a lift - welcome Jerry into your life and see the sun begin to shine".

On that happy note I'll bid you adieu - Can't wait to hear how your Valentine's weekend goes. I shall be setting up the table with pink and red tablecloths, red candles, my two red heart shaped trees with dangling red hearts and will scatter red and gold foil chocolate hearts all over the table. Hell I know - but never mind I'll be singing along with Jerry...

Love y'all.

Keep Happy and look after yourselves.

Delisha xxx