Stranger danger.........

Aren't you glad we're normal... living in a World where everyone else is whacko?

 

WHAT?

 

Wait a minute...  you're telling me, when, in bed, you do any/everything you can to ensure your feet are covered up so 'a monster won't get you'?

 

Ahm, OK.  Bet ya look behind the shower curtain EVERY time you enter the same ole same ole bathroom don'tya?  Ahm, no. Victor, that's you.  Oh yeah, sorry.  Our secret.

 

You talk to your car don't ya?  Uh huh, what I thought.  Dog too? VICTOR, everyone talks to their dog.  Yeah, I know.. band camp, one time I was 'coupled' (long time ago eh Victor? Bite me).. there was a couple we did stuff with often (movies, ball games, fire pit/suds, yada) and there was a couple that was friends of theirs.  They, the couple we didn't know, brought their hound with them because they were so proud he knew over 300 words.  Uh huh. In fact, they's gonna go over the list in the living room, which, gave me a sudden urge to go have a smoke on the back deck. Aye yai yai.

 

I seen ya.  You turn the volume on the car radio down when you get close to the destination so you can 'see it better'. Weirdo.  I do that too.

 

I nose people with smell addictions. Their own fingernails. Laundry detergent. Play Doh, really. New tires. (Goes well with their touch addiction, those little nipple things that stick out the first week or so). Some people even crave the smell of mothballs.  They cray cray.  Me, I kinda enjoy wet ashphalt, old books and pine needles on the Christmas tree, but, that's all like normal ain't it? I wasn't even aware moths had balls but, I guess it makes Nature sense.

 

I seenya pickup the M&M barefooted.  Would that be a footish? Better question, didya eat it? 5 toe, er, I mean 5 second rule?  Ever eat a pine tree?

 

Charlotte over there.  When she leaves, she clicks to stool handle again to make sure it ain't runnin. The oven. The back sliding door.  The thermostat.  It's almost like she's got a list, crosschecking everything.  She then locks the front doors, both of em.  Climbs in the car next to Herbert.  He smiles, says, "Honey, your zipper is down."

 

Maggie, the best dayum cook this side'a Mosby, Missouri, she worries about her chidren.... blows on everything to make sure they don't burn their mouths.. . Between Jenny, Lenny and Sal, the three kiddos have missed 47 days of school this year, colds.. flu.. strep.. RSV (whaddeva that is)... On the way to The Piggly, momma tells Jenny, the oldest, "Remind me to get some candles.. daddy's 38th birthday is next week."

 

Some, step into their sport's bra.. I never have.  Pop bubble wrap, guilty, crack knuckles, drives me batty.  Seen ya, you eat the crust first on you PB&J don't ya?     

 

Your cereal is NEVER soggy if you eat it with a fork.  I always sneeze when I look at the sun.. or smell coworker Vicki's perfume. Man she lays it on.

 

Like the farmer's market don'tya?  I KNOW, cause I seen ya.  you eat BOTH ends of strawberries and the leaves.... the apple core (HOW?..  WHY?).. 

 

I have to get to the microwave one second before it dings.  You don't do that?  I have literally ZERO things to hide on my phone, but, when I show someone something on it, and they grab it, I want to kill them.

 

See doggy catching breeze next lane over, determine 'no way he can jump', I holler "GO GET YOUR BALL". I ain't got shot yet.

 

I SPEED over bridges.  Ya just never know.  I wear Billy Bob teeth on first Match.com dates just to see the reaction.

 

You know how chicks do the Homecoming wave with their hands? Seena dude doing that once, 'cept, his little finger was in his ear and he was Homecoming sawing it back and forth and back and forth.  Then, he looked.  Eww. 

 

And then, there was Sigma Nu hell week, but, that's a story for another day.  You're right, why not?  Nekked, pickup a marble off a huge chunk of ice, ya can't use your hands.  Mouth to mouth CPR to a carp that was in the toilet.  Damn actives, they blindfold you, make you stand on a chair.. break ALL KINDS of glass.. bounce it up and down in a metal bowl.. then, make you jump onto the floor, where, after you land, you can take your blindfold off, and realize you just jumped into.. .corn flakes.. with ketchup throughout.  You have pen tied to a string, that's tied to your 'uh huh', that's then brought up thru the neck opening of  your shirt, where, you must get 100 chick signatures before day's end. Yankers.  Some of 'em was yankers.

 

OK, I'll go.

 

Weirdest friend I have writes blogs.

 

Too many of 'em.

 

Bite me.

 

Love, Victurd                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

 

Howya doin?

Rachel, Monica, Phoebe, Joey, Chandler, Ross.

Them'r friends.

Verywell. That. That's an online 'trustworthy health and wellness information resource with over 300 million annual users. Side note.  How they know that?  How many? I want that job.  Pay me, I'll count 'em.  That should take, get me to.. oh, I dunno, age 85 or 90 eh?

Verywell.  Verywell says there's 4 kinda friends.

Acquaintances.  Met 'em a few times, maybe parties, or through mutual friends. We kinda sorta know their names, a little bit about them, but, haven't really had any heart to heart conversations, or, spent much time with them one on one. Any friend is a good friend to have. 

Casual.  Office, gym, book club, for instance.   We know more about them than acquaintances, but that friendship is closely tied to the environment, arena, we see, meet them in. Victorwell (NOT VeryWell or perceived JoelOlsteenWell) thinks these type of friends, are, can be, fun... and certainly developed into something deeper.  

Close friends.  Besties. Inner circle. Bond with, talk to often, share our struggles. and confide our deepest, darkest fears with, VeryWell does very well in highlighting the yummy aspects here... emotional support.. trust.. .comfort.. fun... quality time..  advice..love.. accountability..      

Lifelong friends.. .  buddies since we were snotnoses. Tend to be our most authentic self around them, and vice versa.  More yummy aspects, steadfastness, shared experiences, belonging, familial ties, timelessness, lifelong memories.  

Verywell didn't end the article I read very well.  Necessities I spose.. Friendship ebb and flow... Sign of a good friend.. .Sign of a bad friend.. How to know when someone is no longer a good friend.   

I am positive in that I really really really like positive here, and not yuck.  Yuck certainly does happen.  We lose friends sometimes seing 'true colors'.  Ain't none of us perfect, and perhaps we prompted a getaway by a friend because we had shown our not-so-good-side.

 We is human, hear us roar.

Ain't it kinda a cool thing to look, think back.. picture which of our friends we would place in all those categories up there?

If we had to whittle down friendship to it's finest aspects... from my stinky feet it might be......... it's very nice to care about someone... and, to have someone who cares about us.

I think we could all write the sentence:

"You'll never know how much I appreciate you and our friendship. You've helped me immensely in life and I'd try my best to do anything to help you."

Today marks one year since the loss of our son.  

"You'll never know how much I appreciate you and our friendship. You've helped me immensely in life and I'd try my best to do anything to help you."

Love, Victurd

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

Selection Sunday.........

Daddy (sang bass, but, he also said) "When I's a kid, there tweren't no choice.  Mama said 'Run upstairs and git ur new britches on, make sure Sally is helping your little sister with her hair, then, git ur butts down here and, in the car by 8:45am for church, or else."  Never did challenge, find out, what that 'or else' was.  Figured it came with blisters.

Are you kidding me?  Did you NOT see the picture of The King, Richard Petty?  There's only one way to turn on Sundays... left, and obviously, Nascar. The whole fam damily.

We represent the lollipop guild..... we can't write or spell yet, but, we sure know howta lay on the floor infronta the TV all Sunday morning for Bugs, Tom and Jerry, Yabba dabba Fred and Barney, Smurfs. Ain'tno other stuff we'd consider, as in, That's All Folks.

Hi, I'm Bob, and I'm Karen, Sunday's our favorite day 'cause 'Mericans are home, ain't at work.  We spend early mornings catchin' up, he reading The Wall Street Journal and watching Fox, while I checkout The Washington Post and watch CNN, then, we get on Facebook, spend hours and hours calling people we don't know ugly names, offer 'well said' on them we agree with..you know, get our hearts'a pumpin'.. then, we forgive and forget for a short, run to the 3rd bedroom, have mad, amorous, then, back for round two...enda the night, she goes and sleeps in her bedroom, and, I, mine.  Picture perfect Sunday.

Hi. My baby and I, we don't do nuttin' during the week... festive diet of mac and cheese, ramen noodles, peanut butter (he likes PBJ, I'm more attuned to PB and sliced bananas, yum). Inotherwords, we're thrifty, SO, we can go every Friday night  to the B&B, buy us two tickets to a newest movie coming out, grab us a Giant Bucket of popcorn, he, a Diet Coke, me, a regular Pepsi.. we pretend like we're Rotten Tomatoes after, review this, challenge that, like, no like... take, keep notes... and it all leads up to our favorite, the Academy Awards. The day before, we go to The Used Prom Dress Thrift Store for me, and then he gets a tux for 24 hours from Men's Warehouse... our HEAVEN, our Sunday selection.

Teal, be for real. In KC, it is ALL ABOUT SOCCER, THE, Kansas City Current, HOME OPENER. Won, 2-1.  Soon, FIFA, World Cup. Sure, we enjoy the Chiefs, football, but, we get our kicks with Futbol, and, The World's FIRST Stadium built specifically for women's soccer.  Nanny nanny boo boo. 

For us, there was no question. No, not church, nor cartoons, Nascar - be for real.. we got ridda FB eons ago.. why pay $34 for a Giant Bucket of popcorn, when you can go to the ballpark and buy a bag'a peanuts for $4. No one cares about 'footie'. Baseball Ray, there's no other way.  I'm soooooooooooooo glad my wife grew up in a family that went to Spring Training every year (me?  I wore out a kajillion pairs of jeans playing wiffle ball in the yard 24/7, well, almost anyways. GO TEAM USA! ONE MORE, then, it's the MLB Network and however many Selection Sundays there are within 162 games.  HOLY COW!  Back back back back back...Go crazy folks, go crazy. We do.  Every Sunday. 

So now you know, The Rest of The Story.  Good day, Paul Harvey.

"HEY WAIT!  What about us?"  Basketball Jones and Brittany. 

Oh yeah, them too. (Go MU, and... Cal Baptist!)

Love, Victurd 

Woke up, fell out of bed............

Here comes the sun, might as well get up.  I sit on the edge of my bed. HELP, I need somebody.....I wanna hold your hand.  If I fell... . then, I take note of my belly way, way sticking out, the lovely hole in my boxer briefs.... Nvmnd. I got this.

 

OUCH, twist and shout......... the dayum legs don't work like they usedta.  Yesterday.  Same thing.  A day in the life, ya know?

 

Off to pee... the long and winding road........  ahhh.. much better.  I feel fine.  HEY, forgot, with Winter rearing it's head again today, I went to the Piggly.  A FULL, red plastic jug of Folgers.  Baby you're a rich man.

 

Do you want to know a secret?  I didn't do NUTTIN' Yesterday.  Gonna do it again today.  Get back. Get back to what I was doing.

 

This ole house is awful dirty, this ole house is such a mess (no, wait, that ain't the Beatles.. that's what my mom would sing when she cleaned.  Dirt.  Here, there and everywhere. 

 

Kansas City, hey hey hey hey, no, wait.. Topeka, going to Topeka to pu grandson.  The long and winding road of I-70. I could go the backroads, the Magical Mystery tour thru Lawrence... nah, stinks over there.

 

Proud'a your blog ain'tya Victor?  Well, dunno about Proud. I enjoy it, but, I don't wanna be a paperback writer... This boy just gonna blog. Keep stuff light.

 

Been thinkin'. Gonna quit dating. You're gonna lose that girl Victor. Nah, you've got to hide your love away.  Too independent now, can't do the "You really got a hold on me" thing.  Get back.  Get back watchin' sports, golfing, Sudoku, you know, like Yesterday.  She's a woman, tain't worked real longterm yet, even Sexy Sadie, lady Madonna, Maggie Mae, them.  I'm a real nowhere man.

 

I saw her standing there.  They're everywhere.. Here, there, and everywhere.  If I fell.............. nah. I feel fine, but... Helter skelter.. I'm a loser.

 

Now the weather is better, I'm working at the golf course.  I have to admit it's getting better.  Good day sunshine, thank$.  I don't wanna work Eight Days a Week, two is fine.  Don't like nights, day trippin' better.  Can't buy me love. Victor, I think that's illegal anyways.

 

Doctor Robert. I've got an itchy itchy rash.  Don't bother me. Eh, all good, probably just a hard days night.

 

Quick nap. I'm only sleeping.  I'm so tired.  It won't be long.  WOAH, bad dream.  Maxwell's Silver Hammer. Ran into the yard. Octopus's Garden, Yellow submarine. Lucy in the sky with diamonds, then, I knew I was dreaming. Nowhere man.  Ooops, forgot about the hole in the skivvies, please Mr. Postman, forgive me. 

 

Sorry, kinda. Didn't feel like blogging. HEY, you've got hide your blog away... from time to time.

 

Off to Topeka. Hello, goodbye. Lemme see, GPS says "In a half mile, use the right lane to turn right on Penny Lane.  I'm only sleeping. Drive my car. VICTOR, IT AIN'T A WAYMO!  Oh, sorry. I'll follow the sun. It won't be long. DRATS, outta washer fluid. Damn Blackbird.

 

The fool on the hill. I BEG your pardon?  Kansas ain't gots no hills.  Foothills out by them Mercedes fans, there ain't no real hills.

 

Good night. Just gonna pullover for forty winks.....  knock knock.. LOVELY RITA? The hell you doing here? It's the Service area, ain't no parking meters.  Money, that's what I want.  OH! Onea them lizards eh?  Ahm, no thanks. No ticket to ride today, sorry.  We can work it out. I want to hold your.......SORRY!!!! Can't. Mebbe when I was sixty-four.

 

She came in through the passenger side window. Oh Darling! I pushed her out. You're gonna lose that girl. I don't care, I gotta get to Topeka, pu my grandson. Gotta roll. Run for your life. Wowser, magical mystery tour.

 

You win, I'll stop.  But, don't blame me, you knew I was crazy when you started reading. Bye.

 

Love, Victurd

PS, i love you

What's wrong??

Well, lots.

What's right?

Well, lots.

But Liza... there's a hole in my bucket...........

So, sometime around the time quite a few of us gradiated from High School, Liza Minelli attempted to "Then FIX IT Dear Henry Dear Henry" when she recorded:

What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret

Put down the knitting, the book and the broom
It's time for a holiday
Life is a cabaret, old chum
Come to the cabaret

Come taste the wine
Come hear the band
Come blow your horn, start celebrating
Right this way, your table's waiting

Or, it isn't.  I am THE VERY WORST 'handyman' fer sure in this town.  That said, don't we all get, have, and urge - when the volume on 'life's wrongs' gets too loud, fix it..  ie, ya see a frown, try to turn it upside down?

 

The last couple of days, I've projected as unhappy... grumpy.. (I call it, 'acting my age'!) I truly am sorry for doing so.

Truth be known, I ain't (unhappy). The reason, I think, is reason.  We done been here long enough to see, experience, virtually everything, and by golly we all rise up, tread the hot, cold waters of life, and.............. smile.

This morning, as i woke up, fell outta bed.... I looked in the mirror, tweren't a pretty sight...  Bedhead.  My very first thought was, truly, Harmony in a World of Difference.

The gravitational pull of life... seeing that bedhead in the mirror... a couple of friends remarking how they thought I was unhappy... I admit, sometimes that saying up there needs to be rearranged to....... Difference in a World NEEDING Harmony.

We got little ones, hells bells, EVERY DAY is a Saturday....that's THE persona of happiness (until they're hungry, tired, want more, yada)... stands to reason.

Working age folks.  Jugglers of much.  We've mebbe all read of the "The Trouble Tree"... the feller (or lady) who, when walking inside after the day, stops... reaches up... touches the branches before going inside.... thus, symbolically leaving the day's worries on the tree so they're not brought inside. A reason, he or she does.

Then, us old farts.  Perfection in life for us comes in the form of, a crossword puzzle where we use a pencil with an eraser.  Been there, done that mistake, watched, put up with way too many of those urchins like "TheWhiners" on SNL.. folks who occasionally, or even frequently, play "Ain't it awful?"  Nope, huh uh, stymie halt, you ain't pulling me into that.  I plan to be, and will be, fat and happy.  Ne'er perfect, but happy.

Difference in a World needing Harmony....... One of my alltime FAVORITE people, and sorry, kinda, this is a giveaway... she. spent. her. ENTIRE. lifetime. working. with. children. in. the. oncology. ward. of. a. children's. hospital.  O....  M....  G.  Me thinks that would entail having a Sequoia tree in the front yard to touch the branches, deposit one's worries.  God Bless Her.

Difference in a World needing Harmony....... I write that again, because... knowing her a tad... she occasionally let's her hair down... her and a lifelong list of the same ole same ole wonderful friends............... and they play the song:  (It VERY LONG..  bored? Scroll to bottom of it.)

We got winners, we got losers
Chain smokers and boozers
And we got yuppies, we got bikers
We got thirsty hitchhikers
And the girls next door dress up like movie stars

Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar

We got cowboys, we got truckers
Broken-hearted fools and suckers
And we got hustlers, we got fighters
Early birds and all-nighters
And the veterans talk about their battle scars

Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar

I love this bar
It's my kind of place
Just walkin' through the front door
Puts a big smile on my face
It ain't too far, come as you are
Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar

I've seen short skirts, we got high-techs
Blue-collar boys and rednecks
And we got lovers, lots of lookers
And I've even seen dancing girls and hookers
And we like to drink our beer from a mason jar

Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar
Yes I do

I like my truck (I like my truck)
I like my girlfriend (I like my girlfriend)
I like to take her out to dinner
I like a movie now and then

But I love this bar
It's my kind of place
Just trollin' around the dance floor
Puts a big smile on my face
No cover charge, come as you are
Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar
Hmm, hmm, hmm I just love this old bar

And we've got divorcees, a big bouncer man
An old jukebox and a real bad band
We got waitresses, and we got barflies
A dumbass and a wise guy
If you get too drunk, just sleep out in your car
Reason number six, seven and two why
Hmm, hmm, hmm I just love this bar

Play it on out boys
Beer thirty's over, gotta take it on home

Hmm, hmm, hmm I love this bar
I just love it

Victor......is there a point to all this?  Yes, I believe there is.  Our world struggles at present.  We are a diverse lot....  cultures, languages, religions, colors, races, nationalities.  That can, does, and has... served as a breeding ground for conflict and separation, chaos and unrest.

I ain't the almighty in having answers... I found a good read (Author Indra Raj Pathak)... spoke to gaining a deeper understanding and appreciation for the values, traditions and beliefs that line our World.  We need to challenge norms that keep inequality alive.  Build bridges.  Refrain from labeling all by the heinous acts of a few.

The philosophy of harmony and compassion in diversity hinges on little but meaningful acts of kindness. (That's where we all come in, hopefully choosing to.) The hope there is passing that down to the next generation.

Acknowledge our assumptions and biases, question the norm, defend equality and justice. It requires bravery, resilience, and unwavering dedication to the concepts of empathy and mutual understanding. Therein lies the power to create a more promising and open minded future for humanity.

I listed the guy's name that wrote most of that.  Indra Raj Pathak. It's a safe bet if everyone in the World read this, there'd be resistance simply due to that.  The name. Different. 

I vote, not really.

Would thought be different if the name was Keith? Wang? Garcia? Nguyen? Müller?

Simply another version of Come to the Cabaret.... I love this Bar.

Harmony in a World of Difference.

, 

Stands to reason compassion and kindness can move mountains, one of us at a time.

Love, Victurd

I go to the hills............ You light up my life...... WHA??

Like normal, the day starts with confusion.  It's an old people thing. This really ain't got nuttin' to do with the blog subject today - but, recent convos with fellow geezers learns me, wow, we're weird sleepers.  A buddy told me her hubby, mid eccentric dream she was having, her hubby told her "I couldn't wake ya.. was skeery.."

Nuther buddy, told me, "I dreamed I was in a Hollywood movie".... no, wait, sorry... that ain't it... He's a longtime naysayer of women's sports, specifically basketball... 'I dreamed I scored 74 points in a girl's basketball game."  Absolutely no tips or hints as to who it was, that tain't right.

Me?  I hear things in my sleep.  Particularly door/window knocks. Sir Isaac Newton would be proud of me, for my equal and opposite reaction is "OHHHH SH*TTTTT.... WAS THAT LIVE OR WAS IT MEMOREX (in my dreams)..."  Sweating, profusely, I make Barney Fife look calm... 

And then the blog reader said "VICTOR... if this really ain't got nuttin' to do do with the blog, then why the hell tell us?"  Point, counterpoint.

Thanks, I guess you're right.  The KNOCK (noise) actually does have to do with today's blog.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here (in Kansas City) for the Big 12 College Basketball Tournament in Kansas City. (I KNEW it.  He's a friggin' misogynist, annuder damn blog about sports, MEN's sports)

There was a blog a bit ago about the changes in sports, specifically the decor in, around stadiums, arenas (The BUD LIGHT sign is SIX TIMES the size of the Ball and Strike sign.)  HUGE big business signs (STATE FARM, QT, GEHA FIELD) now remind/attach Big League to Little League (Moore's Barbershop, Boggess Welders, Liddle's Sport Shop).  That ain't the point though.  It's Baseball Ray, and that's the way (uh huh uh huh) I like it and that's the way it should STAY.

Today's world is "OK, I'm an admitted GEEZER, bring on your new electric, eclectic, swipe this, app that, "stay outta the way OG, it's progress, you're on the way to the yard of bones."  And, we're just sposeta take any, all, new inventions, ideas, accompanied by "howinthehell do I now.......", "whatinthehell are they doing now....". I. Just. Don't. Get. It."

That.

That crap.

The T-Mobile Center (which usedta be the Sprint Cougar Mellencamp Center) is where the Big 12 Basketball Tourney is being played.

"Hey?....  HEY GEEZER?!!!  Can you get that antiquated 2002 Buick Century away from the delivery door??   We're here to deliver, install the brand spankin' new LED Basketball Floor."

LED BASKETBALL FLOOR?  Howinthehell..........whatinthehell..... I. JUST. DON'T. GET. IT.  "It's called progress there Walter Brennan, now go move your rat trap to the parking garage."

So................. now............. the floor lights up. That may not be a shock to you, but, 'tis to me. THE FLOOR LIGHTS UP.  I just wanna watch basketball... NOT, ads for "Mike's Got This" personal injury lawyers, "Vinson Mortage"..."Topsy's Popcorn" (no matter HOW yummy the cinamon AND the carmel popcorn is).  LED?  LIGHTS? ON A BASKETBALL COURT?  And WHATINTHEHELL is that hideous looking ficticious Bird, and WHY is he taking up 3/4's of Jackson County?

I feel like............ Nauseous Victor?  NO.  I feel like, it's dark, I'm at the light at 291 and 1 fitty-two highway and there's a GD (gosh darn) F250 behind me, less than an inch from my bumper, them F one fitties are just below the mirror level, the F TWO FITTY's ARE DEAD-ON SMACK-DAB RIGHT ON MIRROR LEVEL.. I flip my mirror to the night thingy, in turn, he quickly flashes his brights, as if to say "GET USED TO IT OG, THESE ARE MY LOW BEAMS, OH, AND THEY'RE LEGAL.

It's like that song, you know, the one by Manfred Mann way back in '76 "AND I WAS BLINDED BY THE LIGHT... WRAPPED UP LIKE A DOUCHE". VICTORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!  You just did away with ANY chance to make friends, NOT be a misognist.  Even if you, and 3/4's of the US mis-hear those lyrics, it's 'REVVED UP LIKE A DUECE"...

OK, fine, whadever. I couldn't see a damn thing, how's that?  And now.... now, we go to watch a basketball game, and........ as we're looking at futuure Dr J's, Michaels, Bronny's...... we gotta dodge the Gates BBQ and Russell Stover signs to see  'em make a 3 pointer? (Where's that family barf bowl from yesterday.)

Besides, there ain't no traction!  They're slip sliding away.....You know the nearer to the basket, the more they're slip sliding away.

I've seen everything now and it's too much.  Besides, remember in that Hoosier's Movie when Coach Hackman got his tape measure out and measured "Yep, the basket is 10' off the floor, just like ours at the Hickory gym.."

WELL!  NOT at the T-Mobile Sprint Mellencamp Cougar Center, that LED crap HAS to have some depth to it... them baskets AIN'T ten feet no more.  Hate hate hate, patooey.......... (I guess, on the bright side [pun mebbe intended] I couid/would use that as excuse if I shot poorly, which, I always did anyways. "well no wunder's I's 2 outta 12 Coach, them baskets ain't ten feet!"  Victor, just remember, free throws and layups only, nuttin' else. Damnit darnit.

Victor.  Please take a chill pill.  Oh, and............

There WERE complaints about how slick the floor was.  They're removing it today and today's game will be back on the good ole hardwood.

Wait a minute, it's stopped LED'ing, 

Chucks are squeaking, guys are balling, 

Playing basketball, gee that's better, 

Muddah, Faddah kindly disregard this letter.

I go to the hills (gyms, ballparks) for the sound of those Chuck's squeaking... REAL wood bats hitting baseballs. No 'pings', no gosh darn LED lights.

Sorry, I'm a geezer. Actually, I'm not sorry. .I'm blessed to still be here... You just have to put up with our asking WHY and WHY NOT when there's a sign, sign, everywhere a (LED) sign... for a bit longer.

Oh happy day........... uumpah uumpah chicky chicky uumpah,

Love, Victurd

You can leave your hat on............

Weird...

Life is that, people are that.

In keeping with having a 'heapin' helpin' of corn' (ATTEMPTED humor topped with song lyrics) I thought about entitling this blog People Are Strange and doing those lyrics, but, we kinda just sorta did.

Next in mind (there wasn't no song involved) VICTOR, that's a double negative.  To which, Victor might reply, uh huh and mebbe now a triple negative...  Next in mind was "Dear Abby Normal" but we're kinda doing that too......

Third thought was, a LeAnn Rimes song (poor lady, her folks didn't even know how to spell that) "Doesn't Everybody"....

The idea is family weirdness...   as in, Doesn't Everybody do it, live, have traditions like we did, do?"  Whilst LeAnn's song does Rhyme, the lyrics are more attuned to 'Doesn't everybody want the same thing, to be loved.".... and again, THIS idea is more "in our family, we did this.... and I kinda thought everyone did it like that."  VICTOR, by the time you finally get to your blog, we'll be asleep at this rate.  (Thanks, no charge for the hypnotism)

"We always cut our frozen pizzas with scissors. Still do."

"We've got five girls. Mom go so tired of mornings, having to hunt to find where the hairbrush ran off to.... she simply tied it (permanently) to the bathroom faucet."

"In our family, we don't say "I love you".. we'll say "hey barf-breath" or something, if we don't insult you that means we don't love you."

"We had a designated plastic puke bowl.. didn't you?"

"Mom made us vacuum our black lab hound dog every Saturday and she didn't really even shed that much. You don't vacuum your dog?"

"We'd have a family movie night, which, included popcorn with ketchup on it. We all thought it was normal.  First sleepover at a friends, movie, popcorn, I asked for ketchup, they looked at me like I was crazy."

"Special occasions, like family gatherings, my graduation party, his 50th, my dad would do a striptease to "You can leave your hat on."

Eww.

"It was butter for us to do it this way.  We'd glob one piece of bread with a ton of butter, then we'd pass it around the table to butter our corn on the cob."

"Not flushing the stool all day to save on the water bill.  Two panel limit when pooping."

Eww eww.

"Whenever we drove past a cemetary, dad made us hold our breath so we didn't breathe on the dead people,"

"We had reverse curfew on Friday nights.. .we weren't allowed in the house until 11pm. Mom called it a 'win-win' thing."

"We have a rubber chicken that we hide... and whoever finds it hollers "FOUND THE CHICKEN", then, they hide it."

"Whenever the phone would ring, Grandpa always answered "Yellow"... now, we all do."

"We take the Christmas Tree outside on New Year's Eve and set it on fire.  Before we do, we write little notes to put on it about things we want to let go of for the new year."

"Our Christmas Eve, Grandpa would ring the jingle bells outside of the house after we went to bed. I remember the neighbor kids talking about heaing Santa's bells.. One year, he got up on the roof.  I miss that guy."

"Every Christmas we'd sing Bohemian Rhapsody. It was once we ran out of carols and, the adults were a bit tipsy."

One of my two ex's, I always forget which, usedta say "Victor, not everyone is as excited about your ideas as you."  Yeah, blogging solidifies that thought.Sorry, kinda. Always remember, my pay here sucks.

You say Goodbye, and I say Yellow.. yellow yellow...  uumpah uumpah (find the) chicky chicky uumpah.

Music by LeAnn Rimes

Accompanied by her Brother Larry Rithim.

Love, Victurd