And the Favorite is.........

Well.... like em all, but, I'd have to say Summer.....

Day of the week?  Well, what's the one where ya ain't gotta get up and go to work, and.. you go to bed that night knowing ya ain't gotta set an alarm to get up and go into work. Oh yeah, Saturday.

Butter pecan.......  Chili cheese Fritos (provided there's plenyta paper towels around.)....   In KC, Joe's BBQ, but, here, we be proud of all of em... just jump in the car, roll the winder down, stick ur nose out... they're all over... drive till ya smell the yum, pull in.  Feast.  They're all good.

Female. For all of you that call me a misogynist, THERE, of the two species, THAT's my fav.. yup.. don't fear admitting... so.... GTH (that's Go To Here for future reference)

$20 bills.  Rare to have a hunnerd, but when I do, they look at me funny when I hand to them.  Then, they deface it with some kinda marker.  My piddly weekly paycheck, "Hi Claudia (the teller), just cashing, and $20's please."

Blue.   Green.  Brown.  Grey.  Black.  (My favorite color'a eyes. Yours?

Shorts.

Tennis shoes.  Haven't played tennis since Bobby Riggs and Billie Jean King, but, I no likey dress shoes, boots..... sandals usedta be my fav, but, since forced to wear these compression socks so my brain doesn't fall out, gimme tenny boppers.

Dogs.  DON'T GET ME WRONG, I LOVE CATS.  But, favorite entails ONE. Love both (with heap big thank you to ex for introduction to cats) but Dog is fav.

Royals, Chiefs, MU, William Jewell, Liberty High School.

Manager style/type.  Hmmmm.  Ya gots Autocratic (huh uh, sorry, take that job and shove it).. Democratic (eh, not bad)... but, fav is Laisez-faire

Beer:  other people's.   Modelo Negra a close second.

Car:  US made.  Won't specify as two of my best friends are dueling UAW fellers.

Victor?  Why are you doing this?  Nobody asked you?

My favorite blogs are the ones where I write about whateverinthehell I wanna write about. And so is your old man!

Of the three......... Youth...... Middle Age...    Old Age.......    Youth #1 (It's always furn to watch littles experience, react to, life, the first time.)  Old Age #2  (A love for anything including rodeos, but, accompanied by the knowledge this ain't your first one.)   Middle age #3.  Nuttin agin' it, I just think Middle age is the most self centered of the three.

Decade:  the 70's.  We could still run.  "We've only just begun" (the quest, march toward Social Security, it didn't seem uphill yet) Responsibilities growing one by one, but, oh baby what fun we had.  When one is 20-something, one thinks "I'll always be 20-something" and, I guess in some respects, we still are.

Blackjack - casino.

Comedy - at the movies

TV:  Much on Discovery Channel...  Local News..  Live sports I care about. An occasional Andy Griffith or Carol Burnett so I can be entertained by yesterday, Barney and Tim Conway.

Christmas (then Thanksgiving).. First Birthdays.  Any organized sport for a 4 or 5 year old.  Observing kindness 'tween strangers.  Observing love gestures of older couples.

Most music.  Whatever taps my foot.  Ray Charles.  The Stones.  Fleetwood.  Clapton.  Neil Young.  Any kinda woman that belts it out with passion (Joan Jett... Chrissie Hynde.. Patsy.. Janis... Aretha..  Gaynor.  YUM to all.)

I DO like crap like this on Facebook where folks are asked stuff like this, folks seldom complete the task, but, the ones that do, I enjoy reading, comparing.

I'd be ok if I went to my urn without ever again seeing hockey, speeders, cars too dayum close in my rear view mirror, abuse of any kind, anyone who is fulla themself, spiders, snakes, raccoons, Bizbag clothes, popups, door to door solicitors, bullies, hearing "Like I said", Methodists (I'M JUST KIDDING, SEEING IF YOU WERE AWAKE!)....... people who fall asleep reading stupid blogs...

Today happens to be onea my favorite days of the year.  A super nice couple invites many to their home, outdoor tent, tables, chairs, bigscreens, ALL food, drink provided. Folks dress the dress.  Littles run amok.  Oldsters struggle up/down the grassy hills, but, with smile as they too enjoy the Annual Kentucky Derby Party.

Journalism is the Favored horse today.

I don't have a Broker because I'm broker.  But, if it were EF Hutton, or, my granny, they might advise "Fold your money in half to double it."

May the 4th be with you tomorrow,

Love, Victurd