My nose is sun burned!

[Reverend_Smitty]

and I fear that all the aloe in the world won't stop it from peeling in a few days. Oh well small price to pay for a weekend down the shore

[1monster]

1. Worse than that, my neck is sunburned from trying to keep the jungle

from growning into my yard from the lot next to mine. I thought the itching feelings on my neck and a few inches of shoulder were just from all the debris falling from the choker vines and tall weeds falling from above on to said body parts.

For the first time in my life, I am a Red Necked Girl. Oh dear! I feel a liking for hard core country music climbing my spine. Does anyone have a song about an 18 wheeler, a dog, a mother, a lost girl friend, and twenty thousand pounds of mashed bananas?

[Reverend_Smitty]

2. lol true

I got mine from sitting poolside drinking daiquiris

[1monster]

3. Ah well, at least I can feel somewhat virtuous for getting the job half

done... But all those vines and tree sized weeds are now lying in my yard waiting to be bagged for pick up. And it poured all evening, night, and all morning after I finished yesterday. Guess I'll wait for the sun to dry it out for a day or so.

In the meantime:

Thirty Thousand Pounds of Bananas
Harry Chapin

It was just after dark when the truck started down
the hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania.
Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Carrying thirty thousand pounds (hit it Big John) .

He was a young driver,
just out on his second job.
And he was carrying the next day's pasty fruits
for everyone in that cold-scarred city
where children play without despair
in backyard slag-piles and folks manage to eat each day
about thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, just about thirty thousand pounds (scream it again, John) .

He passed a sign that he should have seen,
saying "shift to low gear, a fifty dollar fine my friend."
He was thinking perhaps about the warm-breathed woman
who was waiting at the journey's end.
He started down the two mile drop,
the curving road that wound from the top
of the hill.
He was pushing on through the shortening miles that ran down
to the depot.
Just a few more miles to go,
then he'd go home and have her ease his long, cramped day away.
and the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.

He was picking speed as the city spread its twinkling lights below him.
But he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts of the nights
delights went through him.
His foot nudged the brakes to slow him down.
But the pedal floored easy without a sound.
He said "Christ!"
It was funny how he had named the only man who could save him now.
He was trapped inside a dead-end hellslide,
riding on his fear-hunched back
was every one of those yellow green
I'm telling you thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of bananas.

He barely made the sweeping curve that led into the steepest grade.
And he missed the thankful passing bus at ninety miles an hour.
And he said "God, make it a dream!"
as he rode his last ride down.
And he said "God, make it a dream!"
as he rode his last ride down.
And he sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars,
clipped off thirteen telephone poles,
hit two houses, bruised eight trees,
and Blue-Crossed seven people.
it was then he lost his head,
not to mention an arm or two before he stopped.
And he slid for four hundred yards
along the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania.
All those thirty thousand pounds of bananas.

You know the man who told me about it on the bus,
as it went up the hill out of Scranton, Pennsylvania,
he shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head,
and he said (and this is exactly what he said)
"Boy that sure must've been something.
Just imagine thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of mashed bananas.
Of bananas. Just bananas. Thirty thousand pounds.
of Bananas. not no driver now. Just bananas!"

Alternative ending:

A woman walks in while her child lies sleeping
And there she sits silently weeping (weeping)
And though she lives in Scranton Pennsylvania
She never, never, never eats bananas...

Or

Yes, we have no bananas, we have not bananas today.
Yes, we have no bananas, bananas in Scranton, P A.