Her Cheatin’ Heart

This weekend’s post comes to us from Ben.

My car radio displays the name and artist of whatever is playing.

Like most of us here, I have a wide range of musical tastes. Also I’m a channel surfer whether radio or TV and consequently as I’m flipping through radio stations I see a song called “She Just Started Liking Cheatin’ Son”.

Mind Blown! I don’t know if I should be appalled at the lack of moral character of this woman, or the bad grammar, or the cheatin’ son. And the song started and the man sang “She Just Started Liking Cheatin’ Songs”.

Oh. “Songs”. That’s different. I’m still offended by the lousy grammar. More than her possibly loose character evidently. But at least the son isn’t cheating. Ugh, I cannot do country music unless it’s Johnny Cash.

It’s a song by John Anderson. Evidently, it’s humorous. I wouldn’t know; I didn’t listen to any more of it.

Ever cheat? Get away with it?

52 thoughts on “Her Cheatin’ Heart”

  1. I’m sure I’ve cheated at cards with my sister when we were kids, and got away with it. I am greatly embarrassed about cheating by shoplifting a few times as a student, and once I did not get away with it, but the judge was kind and it was dismissed. Sigh – youth.

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  2. Yes. I cheated my sisters in Monopoly all the time since I was always banker.
    As far as the “other” cheating, I’m going with a great country song ‘ ‘Almost Persuaded’ by David Houston.

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  3. I’ve told this here before.
    When I was in college at the University of Minnesota, registering for classes was an exceedingly clumsy process. Once you had the class schedule for the upcoming quarter, you had to find classes that would contribute to your distribution requirements and also fit together in a coherent schedule. Then you would have to see an advisor who would approve your selection. There were a handful of advisors for the entire student body, so getting approval entailed waiting in a long line. Once you had the advisor’s signature, you would stand in another line, waiting for your opportunity to secure your place in the classes you had chosen. In those days, each place in each class was represented by an IBM punchcard and student employees would retrieved them for you from your list. Often as not, some of the classes you had chosen and had approved would be filled, whereupon you would pick alternative classes on the spot and on the fly with no further input from advisors.

    After going through that a couple of times, I decided that, since my final class schedule seldom resembled the one approved by the advisor, I would just skip that step and I had a friend of mine sign the class request in place of the advisor. I was counting on the bureaucracy of the system to carry me through and it worked, except that at some point I had some schedule change I needed to make for which I did need to see an advisor. Where the student employees were undiscerning about the signature in the advisor’s slot, the advisor recognized that the signature didn’t belong to any of his colleagues. He accused me of forging the advisor’s signature. I pointed out that the signature was genuine, it just didn’t happen to belong to an advisor. As a result, I was required to be reprimanded by the chairman of my department, who told me not to do it again.

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    1. Registering for classes at SIU was a similarly convoluted process, but it never occurred to me to have someone other than my advisor sign my class schedule.

      My cheating in college was necessitated by my inability to speed read. During my senior year I ended up with two quarters of only English lit. classes, and it was simply physically impossible for me to read the amount of pages the course load required. Monarch Notes to the rescue! I wrote several papers based almost entirely on the information I had from Monarch Notes.

      Did I get away with it? Dr. Griffin, my teacher in a class on Elizabethan literature, wrote a comment on one of my papers, something to the effect of: “Your usual competent analysis. I’m missing some of your more inspired and insightful observations.” Guess he knew I wasn’t all that invested in that particular class, but didn’t call me on it.

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      1. I didn’t. As I got further into the degree, I started to get in advance confirmation from the teachers of classes I wanted to take that they would assure me a spot and so my schedule was less dependent on getting the right punch card. Also, as I got further into the degree program, I was no longer competing with the masses of students for a spot in some prerequisite class.

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        1. my son wanted to go to madison but didn’t have the sat act scores to do it

          we asked a counselor at madison how to do it and he said just go to any wisconsin school freshman year then sign up for madison the next year and you’re in

          college seems to be about getting meaningless crap our of the way
          i’ve always had a problem with doing stuff so i can do stuff

          kept me from being a brain surgeon

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        2. Not that I’m contemplating having brain surgery, tim, but somehow I’m relieved to know that’s not the line of work you’re in. 🙂

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        3. yeah those brain surgeons are a different breed of cat
          kind of like sorftware developers, they just come at life from a different place

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  4. i remember being told by friends back in the day that i was ignoring being hit in by someone who wanted to encourage my cheating heart.

    i was oblivious. i can’t say i was above cheating i was just not tuned in to the thought

    when i had relationships that lead to trying to navigate multiple partners back in my youth it always ended badly. a good lesson in consequences in a pre family destroying environment

    we did have a guy who was an invited guest at my monthly card game get caught cheating and we watched him closely the rest of the night and made it clear he wasn’t invited back.

    i had forgotten my jr high card playing days with my partner justin until just now. we decided to partner and split the winnings to buy cigarettes. we played blackjack and some other games that were never designed to be played in teams that offered an advantage

    a tap for yeah
    a kick for no
    a tap and a kick for maybe
    when we play
    we will succeed
    because were cheating baby

    an king beats a jack
    a ten beats a two
    an ace it beats them honey
    and when we play
    we will proceed
    to rob you of your money

    this was for a game called indian poker where you put the card on your forehead and bet against a guy who has his card on his forehead

    great game on a two man table but with a partner it did skew the table

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    1. that was the beginning of my song writing career
      there ain’t no more clovers in the hill
      the alarm goes off in the morning
      and a tap for yeah a kick for no…
      i wonder why it didn’t pan out

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  5. My maternal great grandfather Chris Lunzmann had to flee Germany in 1914 for smuggling and tax evasion.

    The Luverne paper runs articles from long past editions. Last week I was surprized to see Great Grandpa Lunzmann ‘s named mentioned in a story from 1919. There he was, under arrest, for being a foreign national in possession of a firearm while his country was at war with the United States. He had to pay a $500 bond. I never heard that story before. He wasn’t deported or anything.

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  6. I was the victim of cheating. My sisters cheated when we played Monopoly (and probably other games, too). To this day, I hate playing Monopoly due to the memories of losing the game and then having my sisters continue to play for hours, laughing and having a grand old time while I was all alone. I usually went outside to get away from the sound of their hilarity, but if it was a rainy day, I was stuck inside listening to them cackle.

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  7. When I was in the sixth grade they gave us some kind of standardized math test. It wasn’t a regular test based on what we had been learning in the classroom. For some very strange reason, our teacher left the room and left us all alone for a good 20 minutes. I’m surprised we weren’t all called on the carpet because our test answers were probably exactly the same. No one ever said anything but when we went into junior high quite a few of us from that class were placed into the advanced math series. Unfortunately I was not prepared for advanced math and did very badly. It’s the only time I’ve ever done badly in a class and it was horrifying to me and it was a good lesson that in cheating, even if you don’t get caught immediately, eventually you can get caught out.

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    1. That reminds me of an incident during my junior year of high school.

      We were twenty students in the class, and Ms. Mundal, our math teacher, surprised us with a test early in the school year. She sat at her desk doing some paper work, with only an occasional glance at us, while we, paired up at the desks – two to a desk – scribbled away. We also, discretely, compared our solutions to our desk mate’s, and if they didn’t match, some us scribbled some more. We all knew, of course, who the math whizzes were, and who was, therefore, most likely to have the correct answer.

      When Ms. Mundal returned our corrected tests a few days later, she gave us a stern talking to. “I know some of you have cheated, I can tell by your tests who is seated next to whom,” she said,”and I’m sorely disappointed in all of you.” She asked us to come to her after class, in private, and tell her what we had done. If we did, she’d give us a new test, and that would be the end of it. Two by two we went to see her after class, and it was never mentioned again, but we all learned a lesson that none of us ever forgot. We talked about it at our twentieth class reunion.

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  8. I can’t remember cheating in any significant way. I don’t think that’s because I’m more ethical than anyone else. But my inner Jiminy Cricket is such a severe critic of my conduct, I can’t slip anything by him, which means I know cheating would be no fun at all. Most people cheat at games because they hate losing. I hate losing, but I hate winning almost as much. That sucks away the drive to cheat.

    I even resisted cheating to avoid the draft when we were killing people in Vietnam. I considered the war monstrously immoral, yet even in that case I couldn’t condone cheating. If I cheated and avoided combat, some other poor sucker would go in my place, and that would set off my inner Jiminy Cricket. In the end I hid behind the usual (and legal) dodge of student deferment, and that kept me out of uniform until I was too old to be soldier.

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  9. Still feel slightly guilty about the AP English paper in high school I wrote about “Lord Jim” (a book I never finished…nor got very far past the first couple of chapters). I called a friend who I knew had read it and managed to munge together something (this may have been the paper where an option was to write a eulogy for one of the characters). Got an A- on the paper – more for creativity, I would guess, than actually understanding the book…

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    1. …which brings to mind the occasions wherein I enabled cheating. In college, in more than one instance, I assisted attractive young ladies with art history papers by simply dictating them out of my head on the spot. As much as anything, this is a critique of the art history program. By applying a few key analogies to the artwork in question and throwing in a little art history jargon, one could produce a passable paper.

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  10. Completely OT: bing.com has this information today:
    “Buildings around the world will go dark for 60 minutes this evening in a voluntary event known as Earth Hour. This grassroots effort was started in 2007 in Sydney, Australia, by the Australian branch of the World Wide Fund for Nature (aka World Wildlife Fund)…”

    If you want to participate this evening, turn off your lights at 8:30. Read more here: https://www.bing.com/search?q=Earth+Hour&form=hpcapt&filters=HpDate%3a%2220190330_0700%22

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  11. OT: I hope people don’t mind my taking advantage of this quiet day to post a plea for help. My family faces some big challenges.

    We need two jobs, fulltime or halftime. I don’t think anyone can help with that. The would-be workers hope to start work in late June or later.

    We need to find two homes. One should be a rental home or apartment for three people and an arthritic old dog. The other needs to be an apartment for an arthritic old human being. The home can be almost anything, as it is temporary. The senior apartment needs to have grab bars, easy access and a walk-in shower. It can be small. Because this senior citizen is often awake at night and likes to play music, the apartment should be reasonably soundproof.

    We need an elementary school for a bright kid who is a good-hearted kid but is easily bored and occasionally obstreperous when bored.

    The home should be near the school and not too far from the jobs (that have not been identified). The home really needs to be close to the senior apartment, and both must be in a part of the Twin Cities that is affordable and a relatively safe place raise a child. The senior apartment should be affordable. The senior apartment needs to be near a good medical facility–hospital or clinic.

    Finding all this is a complex challenge, especially since everything is interdependent but everything is also unknown.

    I don’t expect anyone outside my family to have magic solutions to this challenge. But since so much responsibility falls on my daughter, I have to ask if anyone has any suggestions. If we can nail down any of the unknowns we can swing into the rest of the challenge.

    Anybody?

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    1. Steve, I assume if people have questions of more specifics, they should email you? Questions such as what sort of jobs, what “affordable,” means to you, etc.

      Good luck. I’ll keep my ears open, but I’m not exactly networking these days.

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    2. Welk, I am goung to suggest something outside the box. What about moving to a smaller town outside the Cities clser to a larger city with jobs. For example, what about a town like Luverne with good services and schools and affordable housing, close to Sioux Falls where there are jobs? I am sure there are town clser to the cities that would fit the bill.

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  12. Hi Kids-
    Busy weekend for me.
    I’m thinking you’re all thinking, “sure, he gets us to tell our cheating stories and he doesn’t share his”
    I have some cheatin in my past too. I remember 10th grade biology and there was one test where I had made a little cheat sheet. And the teacher caught me with it shortly after we started the test; She snuck up from behind and I didn’t see her coming. And she said “I’m very disappointed in you Ben.” and I was crushed. Felt terrible.
    And then there was my friend Kevin- I pretty much got him through 9th grade science class by letting him copy my tests. A few years later he was the manager at McDonalds and I got a lot of extra fries from him so it evened out. (Wouldn’t that make it even? Back when the fries were in that bad oil but they tasted so good!)

    Beyond that… I think I’ve been pretty good.
    I’ve taken a few online classes at the college. I don’t know if the tests are supposed to be ‘open book’ but they don’t usually say they’re NOT open book so… Course they’re usually timed and there’s not that much time to be looking things up so I don’t think that’s cheating.

    I’ve probably cheated death a few times doing stupid things I shouldn’t be doing. I’ll claim that one.

    Thanks for the songs and comments over the weekend. Good luck to you Steve and family.

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