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Random Discussions with my Wife

I had a couple of random discussions with my wife Pam while we were out the other day, and I wanted to share this in order to give you an idea of the kind of things that we find funny.

I don't recall how we got on the subject of the phrase "footloose and fancy free", but there we were, discussing it.  I wondered out loud where that term came from originally, since it is so odd-sounding.  Footloose?  Did you break your ankles?  Pam said maybe it meant that your feet were not bound, but that seemed strange to both of us.  Is having loose feet a good thing?  It sounds a bit dangerous if you are trying to walk, or dance, or exist.

Fancy free?  Pam said that this sounds like someone with no imagination (free of fancy).  I agreed, but this doesn't jibe with the actual meaning of the phrase, which I have always taken to mean that someone doesn't have a care in the world.

I would care if my feet were loose and I had no imagination, wouldn't you?  Wouldn't anyone?  Also, why have I never questioned this in relation to the movie "Footloose".  Have you ever really thought about those lyrics to the theme song?

Tonight I gotta cut loose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise
Pull me offa my knees
Jack, get back
C'mon before we crack
Lose your blues
Everybody cut footloose

If you know me at all, you know that I didn't know all of these words without looking them up.  Reading them on the screen, however, I wonder now why Kenny Loggins wasn't institutionalized in the 80's.  What the heck does this chorus actually mean?  I am surprised that people werent' playing this one backwards on their turntables trying to interpret some secret meaning, like the Beatles' "Revolution #9".  By the way, I did that as a kid with the Beatles tune, and my friend and I could have sworn we heard John Lennon clearly state, "S**t undersea, huh", which is obviously a poke at "Yellow Submarine".  Ringo never was the talented one.

Sorry for the diversion....

As part of a completely different discussion, on our way home from church yesterday, I spotted a truck with several kayaks and paddles in the back (NOTE: Please do not take what I am about to say as a slight if you love kayaking). 

I said to Pam, "I cannot imagine owning a kayak." 

She replied, "I can't imagine owning ONE kayak, much less enough kayaks to necessitate an entire kayak rack!  I also cannot imagine ever seriously considering going kayaking." 

The next portion of her diatribe will give you some idea of her sense of humor, which I love:

"Let's see - I want to participate in a sport where I am not allowed to move my legs at all, because I want to depend entirely on my upper body strength.  I'm strong, see?  Perhaps if I were encased somehow in a fashion that would prevent me from using my lower body.  I need a boat that is easily capsized if I lose my balance.  Then, of course, I need to be placed in water, preferably fast-moving water.  Basically, I need a sport that will cause me to drown quickly if I can't somehow twist myself back above the surface without the use of my legs."

She also suggested that maybe a good new sport would be "extreme kayaking", which would take place on a river of sulfuric acid.  I think lava would be cool, too.

Thanks for reading!  Hope you enjoyed this glimpse into our odd sense of humor.

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