I woke up this morning with a quirky smirk on my face. I don't really know why. Maybe because I ended yesterday with thoughts on misheard lyrics, or mondegreens. One of my all-time favorites is that of the Whitney Houston hit, The Greatest Love of All. Imagine hearing this melody in your mind... "I decided long ago, never to walk with Edu Manzano, if I fail, if I'm sixteen, at least I live as I believe..."
Imagine my amazement when my good friend forwarded the kissthisguy.com URL to me this morning and found out that there are a whole lot more misheard lyrics throughout the globe. It really had me rolling with laughter (at least I was rolling on the floor in my mind).
And then there it was, staring me right on the face... an email from our HR manager. Imagine my shock when I read that one of the managers was supposed to handle a new personnel, "once she is ready." It was so shockingly funny, I almost fell off my seat. Imagine a manager for decades not being ready to handle a new staff. And the funnier thing is that the same HR Manager sent another email with all of the information from the first email still intact except for that portion on the Manager's readiness. Discreetly done!
Life is just full of surprises--surprises that get funnier by the second. I bet you have your own Mondegreens and email booboos too. This is, after all, a perfect world... a paerfectly funny world. I'll leave you with a few mondegreens (hint: search for the origin of this term, you will be quite amused) gathered from my friends...
Say you, say we, say it together (Say You, Say Me)
Looks like a lady (Looks like we made it... from You're Still the One)
Why do you build me up? Barnacle, baby just to let me down (Build me up, buttercup)
Do you have to, do you have to lick your finger (Linger)
You know I've got some food for you (Linger)
Like a knight in shining armor, tamalong tamago (Glory of Love)
Mirror, mirror I wish you collide to me (Mirror, Mirror)
Thursday, June 10, 2004
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