Oh no.........

Sing it Doris!

When I was just a little girl

I asked my mother, "What will I be?
Will I be pretty?
Will I be rich?"
Here's what she said to me

"Que será, será
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que será, será
What will be, will be"

Moms are the best.  They, with their "no matter what" love.  Dads ain't bad neither. Victor, that's a double negative. No it ain't. Ain't ain't a word.

Now, which one are you?  The greatest officially recorded number of children born to one mother is 69 to the wife of Feodor Vassilyev, a peasant from Shuya, Russia. In 27 confinements, she gave birth to 16 pairs of twins, seven sets of triplets and four sets of quadruplets. 

OK, so, they don't even list HER name? Oink.  Fake news?  They continued "Although this seems to be a statistically unlikely story, numerous contemporaneous sources exist which suggest that it is true. The case was reported to Moscow by the Monastery of Nikolsk on 27 February 1782, which had recorded every birth."

When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart, "What lies ahead?
Will we have rainbows
Day after day?"
Here's what my sweetheart said

"Que será, será
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que será, será
What will be, will be"

Which way did he go George? Which way did he go?

This Guinness world record goes to Linda Wolfe who said “I do” a whopping 23 times. Her first marriage at just 16 was for love while her last in 1996 was for publicity as she married Glynn “Scotty” Wolfe, the world's most married man.

Say, this is Linda. I'm having another wedding shower.  Temu has them big blenders on sale cheap, we need onea them if ya got any extra dough (pun mebbe intended).  Or, mebbe, two weeks in a VRBO on Puerto Vallarta huh? Not a have to, hehe.

Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, "What will I be?
Will I be handsome?
Will I be rich?"
I tell them tenderly

"Que será, será
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que será, será
What will be, will be"

By the way, the world record for the most grandchildren is held by Vasyl and Hanna Peltek, who had 346 grandchildren as of 2019.  Let's see... if they watched each grandkid one night a year, that'd give 'em 19 free evenings.  That ain't bad eh?  Christmas?  I'll be.. fine and dandy... shut up ya little snotnose, get your stocking down, eat your piece of hard candy...Chico? Charlie?  After you get your candy outta the sock, you gotta pair of socks.. Chico can wear 'em one week, Charlie the next.. Merry Christmas.

Que será, será 

Not tonight honey, thanks anyways... what was your name again?

Love, Victurd

L

Oh no...........

Sing it Doris!

When I was just a little girl

I asked my mother, "What will I be?
Will I be pretty?
Will I be rich?"
Here's what she said to me

"Que será, será
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que será, será
What will be, will be"

Moms are the best.  They, with their "no matter what" love.  Dads ain't bad neither. Victor, that's a double negative. No it ain't. Ain't ain't a word.

Now, which one are you?  The greatest officially recorded number of children born to one mother is 69 to the wife of Feodor Vassilyev, a peasant from Shuya, Russia. In 27 confinements, she gave birth to 16 pairs of twins, seven sets of triplets and four sets of quadruplets. 

OK, so, they don't even list HER name? Oink.  Fake news?  They continued "Although this seems to be a statistically unlikely story, numerous contemporaneous sources exist which suggest that it is true. The case was reported to Moscow by the Monastery of Nikolsk on 27 February 1782, which had recorded every birth."

When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart, "What lies ahead?
Will we have rainbows
Day after day?"
Here's what my sweetheart said

"Que será, será
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que será, será
What will be, will be"

Which way did he go George? Which way did he go?

This Guinness world record goes to Linda Wolfe who said “I do” a whopping 23 times. Her first marriage at just 16 was for love while her last in 1996 was for publicity as she married Glynn “Scotty” Wolfe, the world's most married man.

Say, this is Linda. I'm having another wedding shower.  Temu has them blenders on sale cheap, we need onea them if ya got any extra dough (pun mebbe intended).  Or, mebbe, two weeks in a VRBO on Puerto Vallarta huh? Not a have to, hehe.

Now I have children of my own

They ask their mother, "What will I be?

Will I be handsome?
Will I be rich?"
I tell them tenderly

"Que será, será
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que será, será
What will be, will be"

Que será, será

Think............ like a geezer....

I really think......... if all along.......

All along the watchtower Victor?

Ahm no. I really think, if all along, one thought, would think like a geezer life truly would be, woulda been, much rosier. S'more...

You mean like... a fire pit... family gathered.. each with a stick, graham crackers, Hershey's Chocolate, and marshmallows?

Ahm, no.  I mean, if we were a toddler, we'd have the foresight to think ahead, to like, HS graduation mebbe.. .mebbe.. our wedding... and, those beloved geezers from our toddler days might not be there.  So.. as a toddler, we wouldn't throw tantrums... we wouldn't poop our skivvies until we got home and made mom and dad help.  We woulda said that L word more, raised our arms up, looked 'em in the eyes and begged "Uppie" s'more, whilst they still could hoist us easily.

As kids... if we thought like a geezer all the way back then, we woulda realized, this is THE BEST apple, pecan, chocolate, banana pie ever.. THE BEST peanut butter cookies, homemade, handcranked vanilla ice cream EVER... and in hindsight, rather than remembering all those wonders (when it's too late), we woulda told them "THE BEST apple, pecan, chocolate, banana pie, peanut butter coodies, homemade handcranked vanilla ice cream EVER."

That age.  That age where puberty done happened, hormones bouncing allover the place like the electromagnetic waves in the microwave'a bouncin' offa the walls... had we thunk like a geezer...  we mighta had occasion to wade thru the waters a bit more trepidly... "careful.. that one's lookin' over your shoulder for greener grass".. "noticed how much he/she drank?"...  "something, there's just something making me think, "NO", but, especially keen attention paid when you hear "Oh, I REALLY LIKE that one!"... 

And then......... once we had our own.......had we thunk like geezers, one, we woulda been more appreciative of those times they spent with our own children... we'da take way more pictures of both of them, together.. and we woulda said, a thousand, four-hundred sixty-seven more times, "You'll never know how much I love you, appreciate you, as do our children, your grandchildren."

Then, that age, "take this job and shove it", golden watch, sheet cake, punch for all the coworkers, riding off into the sunset...we'd look into that rear view mirror, think "But, I still THINK young"

It was then, and only then... you had, have, an OMG moment.  When I was a toddler, kid.. younger.. I'd thought of them like, ya know, older.  Their brain couldn't think young....  but.... all along........

All Along The Watchtower Victor?

Ahm, no Jimi.  But, first, are you experienced?  Geezers are.  Have been. Now that I kinda am one, now and only now do I realize one does think young, always!  If only we'da known.

Geezers are like piggy banks.  Every coin thru the slot (ie, life lesson, life hurt, life wonder, life loss, broken bone, cut, scar, surgery, the good, the bad, the been there)... they're akin to Hans, Franz, here to pump geezer up. Multiple rodeos.  Examples of playing it forward.  Geezer camcorder every moment in life as they know how each, ever damn one is special.  Fleeting life is.

Piggy Banks can fall, break, chip.  All the kings horses and men can glue, tape, paste 'em back again. No matter the condition of a geezer, or, a piggy bank.  Life lends them fat and happy.

(A quick note to fellow geezers... whilst this don't apply to me.. ye of "what's a 401K?".. a buddy and his wife recently went to see their financial planner.  First question he asked, "Do you fly first class?"  Met with laughter... finally they answered, "No, why?"..  "Well, your kids are going to."  Take a hammer, break the damn piggy bank open whilst you're still thinking young!)

Get outta my way geezer.

Turn you damn turn signal off ya geezer.

Your dadburn barn door is open there gramps.

Our friends are all going to Cancun for a week, can you help with the kids?

We know we just asked you for help in November, but, we're behind, can you help with our (rent, mortgage, electric, gas, car) payment?

Can you believe that geezer is actually driving the speed limit?

Why should we invite them to our neighborhood BBQ, they're old?

It takes a lotta luck to be a geezer, for life is blessed.

Wonderful World..........

Don't know much about history..........You know me, I dunno much other than sports..  this day in history.. (1941)-Ted Williams went 4 for 5 pushing his average over .400 for the first time, he'd finish at .406, still a record....  (1935)-Babe Ruth, hearda him?  Well, he hit three homers on this date. What's so special about that?  Well, it was his last game EVER, giving him 714 homers total, a record that would stand for a long, long time.

Don't know much biology..................But... I'll never forget disecting a fetal pig in junior high, yuck, that rank smell of formaldehyde. 

Don't know much about the science book.......But I'll never forget my 1971 Volkswagen convertible.. Fraternity brothers (with my "OK") sat atop the back seats as if they were Homecoming queens... drove thru campus, them waving the queen sideways wave.. top would not come up. Ruined.  Awakened next morning to 3" of rain and my science book occupying the floorboard. 

Don't know much about the French I took.......I never took French but I once had a mad crush on a Clarice (from France) I worked with.

But I do know that, I love you...And I know that if you loved me too, what a wonderful world this would be..   Fer sure Sam Cooke was talking about a relationship.. but.. .(us old single folks rationalize) 'yain't gotta be married, in a relationship to have love for all'

Don't know much about geography......  North.. cold up there.. South..talk funny there.,. East.. talk funny there too..  West.. thar's gold in them hills once ya get past Lawrence, KS (sorry Schwab).. .

Don't know much trigonometry
Don't know much about algebra
Don't know what a slide rule is for.....    Oh sure, sure... we had all that junk.. turns out, really about all we needed was addition, subtraction, multiplication for our jobs. Victor?  Yes?  So that means you learned all about the 'Rule of 72'?  You talkin' about Vern Ruhle? He didn't even make it to the Majors until '74, get with the program!

But I do know that, one and one is two,
And if this one could be with you,
What a wonderful world this would be.... Sam Cooke wrote, sang this.  Every time I Wiki an entertainer, I'm both amazed, and usually shocked. Same for Sam, his life.  29, that's twenty-nine singles in the top 40 of Billboard in his eight year career. Among, Cupid, Another Saturday Night, Chain Gang, Twisting The Night Away.. before his tragic, way too soon death at age 32.

Now, I don't claim to be an "A" student,
But I'm trying to be.
For maybe by being an "A" student baby
I can win your love for me............. I was an M+ student. For all you whippersnappers, that's C+, sucks, either way ya look at it.  And you?

Don't know much about history
Don't know much biology
Don't know much about the science book
Don't know much about the French I took........ Victor you already did that, they're bored.

But I do know that, I love you,
And I know that, if you love me too,
What a wonderful world this would be.

But I do know that, I love you,
And I know that, if you love me too,
What a wonderful world this would be.

Really, it is a wonderful world.  Apologies that this is basically nonsensical, but too, ain't life kinda like that? This where you preach Victor? Nope.  It's where I simply enjoy. Happy to have awakened.  Happy for all I have, try not to worry about what I ain't.

People, daily, remind me how remarkable they are.  I dunno about you, but little, happy things make me emote much easier than ever before. A smorgasbord of wonder.

The old gray mare (all of us from, in this era).. we ain't what we usedta be.  Our bodies remind us daily. I giggled, inwardly, last year when I went to watch a HS basketball game. Old farts (65+) get in free to sport's events.  They took one look, waived me thru. I said to the gal, "This made me kinda giggle... ahm, a 'few' years back here I usedta high jump and long jump, but, today, couldya kindly point me to the elevator?!!"

Just shows to go, life is fulla ups and downs.

But I know that I love you.......  What a wonderful world that this is..........

Love, Victurd

Two birds, one stone........

Two Byrds (Roger McGuinn, Chris Hillman) One Stone (Keith Richards)

Old age, ya drop something on the floor. It sits. And sits.  Until ya drop another something on the floor.  Scootch it over with the side of your foot toward the original something you dropped. Two birds, one stone.

There were two blondes walking along on opposite sides of a river.  One blonde yelled across the river to the other blonde "Hey, how do I get on the other side?!"  The other blonde looked around for a moment and then yelled back "You ARE on the other side!" (Two blondes, one misogynist named Victurd.)  AM NOT!  ARE TOO!  AM NOT!  ARE TOO!

The King sent the servant to the market for peanut butter and jelly.  He waited, and waited, and waited, and was growing terse.  When the servant returned, he had only brought back peanut butter.  The King smacked him, admonished him,  "when you go to do something, you'll be more productive if you do two things while you're at it!" (s'more...........)

The King fell ill, sent the servant for the Doctor.  Servant returned... with two men.  "Who are these people" the King bellowed..  "Before, you sent me for two things and I returned with only one, so you beat me, thus.. I brought two."  "So which is the Doctor?"   The servant pointed him out... so the King then asked "And he is?".... "Well sir, if the Doctor can't help cure you, then, I brought the grave digger with me... you know, two birds, one stone."

The foreign auto builder BAW has developed a rock solid looking SUV called Stone 01.  It's a hybrid, thus, uh huh, both gas and electric. (Two birds, one power.)  Somewhere, a few months leading up to our upcoming Presidential election - there was an anonymous suggestion to BAW to build an extended version (limo-like) with a divider in the middle so two dignitaries could be picked up at once and they'd each have privacy. (s'more). 

The limo first went to Mar-A-Lago.. uh huh. picked up DT. "We're going to the debate" driver said. "Great, thanks" and he hopped in.  Drove to DC, picked up JB, "We're going to the debate" driver said.  "Wonderful, let's go."  For each and every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.  I ain't sure if that's two birds, one stone, but... it decently describes the two within.  (s'more, s'more.. two paragraphs, one blog)

Instead of driving up to the huge arena where opposing side fans were out front, spitting, cussing, holding signs, some wearing red hats, others wearing blue shirts (two sides, one victorious theme).. the driver suddenly made a U-turn.  They rode for a long, long time. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay out in the Country, they finally pulled into a joint.  While folks couldn't see into the deeply tinted windows, nor could the seat sitters inside, see out. (Two tints, one purpose.)  s'more, s'more

"Where are we?", twas said twice, almost as if echoed.. (two candidates, one question).. "We're at the Arena, for the debate" the chauffeur lied through his teeth. Two octogenarians, one whopper.  The secret, apparently, had been let out to the Secret Servicemen who walked in front of, beside and behind the candidates - hiding from their view of the sign to "GOLDEN PASTURES ASSISTED LIVING."  Two birds, one BAW Stone 01.

Borrowing from the Eagles......"Last thing I remember, I was running for the door

I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
"Relax, " said the night man, "We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave"

And, the people lived happily ever after.

VICTOR! I'm gonna kick your butt..... BOTH cheeks, ONE foot!  You're damn near onea them, wha'd you call it, octogenarians, too. Should all geezers be sent out to pasture, IS THAT YOUR BELIEF? s'more, s'more.

Huh uh.  Just these two.

Burma Shave (TOO many signs, ONE funny at the end.)

VICTOR? Who said this was funny.

Forward by Darryl  and his other brother Darryl..  One friend (Amy) her two cats (Larry, Not-Larry)

Victor, you write as if there are two people talking to each other in this single blog.  You're fiiggin nuts, get outta here.

Right you are............ I feel a constitution coming anyways.  Might as well pee whilst I'm at it.

Sorry, not sorry. (Two sorry's, one conflicted.)

Love, Victurd(s)

(Two T-Birds in Miami, one, shaking his head in disbelief!)

N E S T L E ' S......... Nestles makes the very best............

Nestle's Quik.

QuikTrip

Quick

fast swift rapid speedy high-speed expeditious brisk lively sprightly nimble prompt lightning meteoric overnight whirlwind fast-track intelligent bright clever gifted able brilliant astute quick-witted sharp-witted ready observant alert sharp wide-awake lickity split....

A quck drink...  a quick shower...   a quick kiss...  that was quick..   quick question..   quick thinking..  

Get rich quick......  quick buck..  quick freeze..   quick kick..  quick draw..  

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.....

Chief's first round draft pick, he quick.  Fastest time (ever) in the 40 yard dash at the combine.  Got to KC, someone outran him.  Huh?  Uh huh, stole his car.  Dayum. Welcome to Kansas City eh?

A kicker's graduation speech at a small college.  Holy guacamole, that news spread fast, ie, quick.

Antonym of quick = either Presidential candidate

Old person... Uh oh..  restroom..   WHERE IS IT?  QUICK!

Old person..   quick to judge (albeit usually silently)..  slow to move... 

Nice person..  quick to smile.. 

Old, grumpy person..  quick fuse... 

Old person.  ""DAMN, THAT WAS QUICK!  DIDN'T WE:  just get outta HS?  just get married?  have hella 

more in our 401K?  Seems like yesterday...

Bonita Allen quick - moving like 60.

Exasperated parent quick - NOW!

Weatherman, gal,  QUICK, TO BASEMENT, NOW!

Royals?  Second place?  Nuh uh... dayum, that was quick.

STD's, Twitter, Facebook, gossip, fresh batch of brownies, "tickets go on sale at 10am Monday", dayum, 

that was quick.

A quickie

VICTOR......... please keep this blog PG rated.   Jane, you ignorant... ah, well. A quickie, I was referring to

today's blog

A quick note of thanks.  Thanks for being here, reading.

Love, Victurd

You don't tug on Superman's cape........

As you've observed, my brain is kinda like the old video game "PONG"....... it goes here, there, nearly every damn where.

Aretha, as in R-E-S-P-E-C-T.  One of my friends, a HS classmate actually, suggested of me (and she) that we have  nonconfrontational tendencies.  I've long admired this person.  She has wonderfully measured (so as not to hurt) speech... and... her chosen occupation.. .well. that would expose her, let's just say she led a very damn impressive career in care.

Me and nonconfrontational tendencies can only go so far. I have a big keyboard. I responded to a Facebook post that basically stated young people, inferring perhaps due to us, are poorly educated, have no skill, no ambition, an no realistic expectations of what it means to go to work.  Every day, I am amazed by the youth I come across.  I feel quite the opposite of the above, daily marvel at how young people are so good, nice, to this old person (me).. I replied to this post, SPOUTED same (youth of today are remarkable, my shoes anyways.)

It's (posts I really really disagree with) as if they put me in a room....  just me and the room.  A table.  A chair.  And a plate of Cascone's Lasagna.  I'm like, "BE FOR REAL!.. YOU EXPECT ME TO NOT DEVOUR THAT?" (ie, respond offering opposite opine about our youth?

So I did, and of course, I felt like crap all day about it.  Went with friends to a cool joint to eat. Indigestion. Tossed and turned in bed last night.  After a cuppa coffee this am, I Googled "Does speaking your mind make you feel better?" Like Duh Victor, hell to the no, you've felt like crap.  I read something on 7 reasons why you should and not a one of 'em placated me.

So............ of course my blog idea PONGed to The Steeplechase.  Like life, obstacles.  Differn't ones.  I read the rules.  You can trip over obstacles.. you can land IN the water.. but as long as you get thru, over, it's all good.  Uh huh, yeah.

So........ I shoulda gone to The Supremes "STOP (don't respond to posts that upset you) IN THE NAME OF LOVE."  But nah, this wasn't about a relationship.....

Then Mr. Croce's song came to mind.  Robert's Rules of Order.  Sign, sign, everywhere a sign.  "Doc, it's hurts when I do this" Then don't do that.  How can you have any pudding when yer don't eat your meat?

You don't tug on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off that old lone ranger
And you don't mess around with Jim

Life will bring you (steeplechase) obstacles.  Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign.  Or Victor, mebbe self control?

I don't pay attention.

Like, I never really paid attention to the actual lyrics of the song, it's certain, I turned it up in my car, probably sang the wrong lyrics, and went about my day.

Turns out, Big Jim got his butt kicked by another dude, Willie McCoy, a pool shark from Alabama.

Well, a hush fell over the pool room
Jimmy come boppin' in off the street
And when the cuttin' were done
The only part that wasn't bloody
Was the soles of the big man's feet
Yeah, he was cut in in 'bout a hundred places
And he was shot in a couple more
And you better believe
They sung a different kind of story
When big Jim hit the floor

Now I'm confused as hell as to........... whether one should speak up...  whether or not you don't mess around with Jim, spit into the wind, pull the mask off that lone ranger... or, take two Rolaids, a nap, then a Red Bull... or, what....

Reading more about Croce brought me sadness.. . I knew he'd passed away young (30).. I'd thought it was a plane crash... was...  way too soon.  Interesting life he packed in just 30 years.  (Victor, are you PONGing again?  Mebbe, sorry, kinda, not really.)

Grew up in Philly... went to Villanova where he finally kinda started to take music seriously.  Was a leader of the Villanova Singers, played in bands at fraternity parties, coffeehouses, other colleges around Philly...toured the World (Africa, the Middle East, Yugoslavia, etc) with the V Singers... sang in English ("if you mean what you're singing, people understand.")

Met, married the love of his life. Croce's parents were intent he get a job (outside of music) via his education (majored in Psychology, minored in German)... his folks loaned him $500 (Equivalent to 5K today) to produce his first album, with the understanding "After it fails, then, get a job in your field."

It didn't fail. He did odd jobs to make ends meet.  One, was selling radio ads any, everywhere around Philly, including to a pool hall in a 'not too good' of an area in Philly, where, he'd sit, watch, get to know the folks, including Big Jim Walker, a pool shootin' son-of-a-gun, and, a shark, seeking, and getting, revenge on Jim, the real life Willie McCoy.. 

Oh the talent.  In addition to You Don't Mess Around With Jim, there's Time In A Bottle... and who could forget "Bad, Bad, Leroy Brown" and so many more.

It all ended ever too soon.......... Croce, and five others were killed when their Beechcraft A18S crashed into a tree during takeoff from the Natchitoches Regional Airport in Natchitoches, Louisiana September 20, 1973.

Sad.

So......... You don't mess around with Jim, but, Willie McCoy damn near kilt' him.

So..... I'm surmising...... the rest of my life I'll continue to trip over steeplechase obstacles... fall into the water... spit into the wind...  show my ass...get indigestion..  but........ feel better, then worse, then better, then worse.

PONG.

Love, Victurd