You've been waiting for them with bated breath, so without further ado here are the 2008 Darwin awards.
Eighth Place In Detroit , a 41-year-old man got stuck and drowned in two feet of water after squeezing head first through an 18-inch-wide sewer grate to retrieve his car keys.
Seventh Place A 49-year-old San Francisco stockbroker, who 'totally zoned when he ran,' accidentally, jogged off a 100-foot high cliff on his daily run.
Sixth Place While at the beach, Daniel Jones, 21, dug an 8 foot hole for protection from the wind and had been sitting in a beach chair at the bottom! When it t collapsed, burying him beneath 5 feet of sand. People on the beach used their hands and shovels trying to get him out but could not reach him. It took rescue workers using heavy equipment almost an hour to free him. Jones was pronounced dead at a hospital.
Fifth Place Santiago Alvarado, 24, was killed as he fell through the ceiling of a bicycle shop he was burglarizing. Death was caused when the long flashlight he had placed in his mouth to keep his hands free rammed into the base of his skull as he hit the floor.
Fourth Place Sylvester Briddell, Jr., 26, was killed as he won a bet with friends who said he would not put a revolver loaded with four bullets into his mouth and pull the trigger.
Third Place After stepping around a marked police patrol car parked at the front door, a man walked into H&J Leather & Firearms intent on robbing the store. The shop was full of customers and a uniformed officer was standing at the counter. Upon seeing the officer, the would-be robber announced a hold-up! and fired a few wild shots from a target pistol. The officer and a clerk promptly returned fire, and several customers also drew their guns and fired. The robber was pronounced dead at the scene by Paramedics. Crime scene investigators located 47 expended cartridge cases in the shop. The subsequent autopsy revealed 23 gunshot wounds. Ballistics identified rounds from 7 different weapons. No one else was hurt.
HONOURABLE MENTION Paul Stiller, 47, and his wife Bonnie were bored just driving around at 2 A.M. so they lit a quarter stick of dynamite to toss out the window to see what would happen. Apparently they failed to notice the window was closed.
RUNNER UP Kerry Bingham had been drinking with several friends when one of them said they knew a person who had bungee-jumped from a local bridge in the middle of traffic. The conversation grew more heated and at least 10 men trooped along the walkway of the bridge at 4:30 AM. Upon arrival at the midpoint of the bridge they discovered that no one had brought a bungee rope. Bingham, who had continued drinking, volunteered and pointed out that a coil of lineman's cable, lay near by. They secured one end around Bingham's leg and then tied the other to the bridge. His fall lasted 40 feet before the cable tightened and tore his foot off at the ankle.. He miraculously survived his fall into the icy water and was rescued by two nearby fishermen. Bingham's foot was never located.
AND THE WINNER IS... Zookeeper Friedrich Riesfeldt ( Paderborn , Germany ) fed his constipated elephant 22 doses of animal laxative and more than a bushel of berries, figs and prunes before the plugged-up pachyderm finally got relief.Investigators say ill-fated Friedrich, 46, was attempting to give the ailing elephant an olive oil enema when the relieved beast unloaded.The sheer force of the elephant's unexpected defecation knocked Mr. Riesfeldt to the ground where he struck his head on a rock as the elephant continued to evacuate 200 pounds of dung on top of him.It seems to be just one of those freak accidents that proves... 'Shit happens' IT ALWAYS SEEMS IMPORTANT TO THANK THESE PEOPLE FOR REMOVING THEMSELVES FROM THE GENE POOL
Monday, June 9, 2008
Friday, June 6, 2008
So you love Rock and Roll...
Question:
What rock and roll song has been played more times on American radio than any other?
Hint: Number two is "Yesterday" by the Beatles.
When you are 15 or 16 or 17 and into music seriously you still probably have not heard the very best. Imagine yourself at that age now and spend the afternoon with me. You are a member of a high school performance group, singers and dancers. You have been given the opportunity to open for a matinee show of someone famous. You have heard it may be Bill Haley and the Comets but you are not certain. Your rehearsal and sound check is done.
15 minutes: Restroom. Drinks of water. Tidy up your costumes. Shake the nerves off. Gather in the "Green Room". Nervous chatter abounds.
5 minutes: Come with me please. It's time to head back stage. Nerves are still just beneath the surface. Will I do good? God, I hope I don't screw up!!
3 minutes: Backstage - stage right. "Performers, I must tell you that very precious few others have stood in your place this afternoon. You are about to open for one of the all time greatest rock and roll stars in the history of rock and roll. You are performing on the same stage and for the same audience as he. This is your stage for the moment. Go out there and make them believe you own it! It's time to do what you have trained for all this time! Ladies and Gentlemen, it's showtime."
Announce-Lights-Curtain-Downbeat- and you are off! A Whirlwind 20 minute preshow for a very appreciative audience on this spectacular stage. It happens so fast. Before you know it, your set is done. Everything seemed like lots of fun. And, the applause was fantastic. As you file off stage you pass among the "other" band members. Those guys look familiar but you just can't place them. Several tell you what a great job you did. Full of adrenaline still from your performance you can't believe it's over but Man It was cool!
Now in your seats for the featured show. Curtain opens, down beat, lights, and that voice is oh so familiar. You have heard it soooo many times but who?
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Mr. Bill Medley. Now, that may not mean much to many of you but Bill Medley and Bobby Hatfield comprized a duo that surely you know of. The song that first put them on the charts was called "Little Latin Lupe Lou" 1962. Do you know yet?
The Righteous Brothers. Yep! Now understand, Bobby Hatfield passed away five years ago. Bill has gone on to perform and his son Darrin, who also is lead singer for Paul Revere and the Raiders, sings Bobby Hatfield's parts in some of the old Righteous Brothers numbers. What a great experience for you as teens. What a great experience for me putting you on this stage and watching your eyes and your excitement.
Yeah! That's how I spent my afternoon. How'd you spend yours?
Oh! And the most played song? Do you know? Can you guess?
"You've Lost That Loving Feeling" by, well, you know.
And, "that's all I have to say about that."
What rock and roll song has been played more times on American radio than any other?
Hint: Number two is "Yesterday" by the Beatles.
When you are 15 or 16 or 17 and into music seriously you still probably have not heard the very best. Imagine yourself at that age now and spend the afternoon with me. You are a member of a high school performance group, singers and dancers. You have been given the opportunity to open for a matinee show of someone famous. You have heard it may be Bill Haley and the Comets but you are not certain. Your rehearsal and sound check is done.
15 minutes: Restroom. Drinks of water. Tidy up your costumes. Shake the nerves off. Gather in the "Green Room". Nervous chatter abounds.
5 minutes: Come with me please. It's time to head back stage. Nerves are still just beneath the surface. Will I do good? God, I hope I don't screw up!!
3 minutes: Backstage - stage right. "Performers, I must tell you that very precious few others have stood in your place this afternoon. You are about to open for one of the all time greatest rock and roll stars in the history of rock and roll. You are performing on the same stage and for the same audience as he. This is your stage for the moment. Go out there and make them believe you own it! It's time to do what you have trained for all this time! Ladies and Gentlemen, it's showtime."
Announce-Lights-Curtain-Downbeat- and you are off! A Whirlwind 20 minute preshow for a very appreciative audience on this spectacular stage. It happens so fast. Before you know it, your set is done. Everything seemed like lots of fun. And, the applause was fantastic. As you file off stage you pass among the "other" band members. Those guys look familiar but you just can't place them. Several tell you what a great job you did. Full of adrenaline still from your performance you can't believe it's over but Man It was cool!
Now in your seats for the featured show. Curtain opens, down beat, lights, and that voice is oh so familiar. You have heard it soooo many times but who?
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Mr. Bill Medley. Now, that may not mean much to many of you but Bill Medley and Bobby Hatfield comprized a duo that surely you know of. The song that first put them on the charts was called "Little Latin Lupe Lou" 1962. Do you know yet?
The Righteous Brothers. Yep! Now understand, Bobby Hatfield passed away five years ago. Bill has gone on to perform and his son Darrin, who also is lead singer for Paul Revere and the Raiders, sings Bobby Hatfield's parts in some of the old Righteous Brothers numbers. What a great experience for you as teens. What a great experience for me putting you on this stage and watching your eyes and your excitement.
Yeah! That's how I spent my afternoon. How'd you spend yours?
Oh! And the most played song? Do you know? Can you guess?
"You've Lost That Loving Feeling" by, well, you know.
And, "that's all I have to say about that."
Farewell to an Old Friend…
With credits to my good friend addz, I repost this to share with my friends.
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).~
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher Fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an Elastoplast to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.
He is survived by four stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, I Want It Now, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.
And "that is all I have to say about that."
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).~
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher Fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an Elastoplast to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.
He is survived by four stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, I Want It Now, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.
And "that is all I have to say about that."
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Continental Breakfast ….
A lot gets done over morning coffee in the business world, especially in the leisure business. As a professional tour guide, the schmoozing and pressing of flesh begins long before office workers ever hit the trail to the place of employment. Table hopping, laughing and scratching with the guests, and tale regaling from the previous days adventures bring everyone in the group closer as a unit and helps to provide more fun for all.
Tis an interesting arena into which such a diverse crowd gathers, all for entertainment and fun and relaxation. Although, at the pace they keep, one must wonder just how relaxing it could possibly be. Doctors and doctor’s wives, plumbers and their “old ladies”, retired CEO’s and their proper spouses, business people on vacation, sisters, brothers, sons, and mothers, they all put down their fare and rely on others to entertain and please them on another great adventure.
Others come to breakfast as well. Without paying they come. They arrive much, much earlier, before anyone else is even out of bed. Tis these who make the coffee, prepare the biscuits and gravy, peel the hard boiled eggs, prep the juice bar and make ready the milk for cereal. Rhonda is one of those. Four A.M. comes mighty early for her but that’s what is required of the Continental Breakfast Bar manager at any respectable hotel. Slender, five feet four, mousy brown hair, 30-something, pretty eyes, she industriously prepares the food, provides plenty of coffee and keeps the tables clean during the breakfast rush. Her work day is nearly done by the time the revelers load the motor coach for another day of fun. Just in time for her to scurry off to her second job.
Rhonda makes people glad they came down to breakfast. This breakfast room is her kitchen. She scurries to and fro tending to business, chatting, smiling, industriously plying her trade, always with a big smile and friendly “good morning”. To be shocked awake early in the morning is not what one would expect when being greeted by the friendly breakfast room girl. But when Rhonda smiles her big warm, friendly smile, her disarrayed, discolored, and missing teeth suddenly awakens the listener to stark reality. This warm, friendly, cheerful, industrious, hard-working girl has the worst looking teeth most people have ever seen. It is indeed quite difficult to look at. How could such a pretty and happy creature have such terrible teeth? What happened to her? What could she be doing if she weren’t so hideous?
Schmoozing and befriending folks over the several days of the tour brings people together who would, under normal circumstances, never meet let alone become well acquainted and friends. Life stories are often swapped. Inspiration is given and taken. Diana, the tour guide befriends everyone in the room and does so with such finesse. From Tom, a national company owner and entrepreneur, to Rhonda, the humble but happy breakfast room girl with the terrible teeth, all are good friends of Diana. She warms the room. She praises Rhonda for her exemplary work and good food, making her feel important and appreciated. She tells Tom of her own childhood and previous life, all personal stuff. Friendship abounds all for the sake of acquaintance and friendship. The tour will end and each will go their ways but the bond will remain and smiles will frequent their several faces for having shared these experiences.
Departure days are bittersweet. The tour has kept everyone up late at night and practically run their legs off for a week. Laughter and smiles have been plentiful and new friendships have been refreshing. Addresses are exchanged, e-mails and contact information abound. Luggage loaded and the coach ride to the airport is all part of the business of departure day, as is that final breakfast. Before you know it most of the passengers have boarded their flights to everywhere and only one remains. Reminiscing nearly done and final good byes eminent brings Tom, the business owner, his wife, and Diana, the tour guide together one last time. Conversation turns briefly to all the good done by Diana and how her life has brought her to this moment and this airport on this morning.
Moments before departure, Tom, inspired by the warmth and friendliness of the people who have served him over the week grasps Diana’s hand and places in it his business card and contact information. “I cannot get that Rhonda from the breakfast room out of my mind”, he remarks.” Such a pretty girl, vivacious and happy and such a good efficient worker. What could she accomplish if only her teeth were not such a mess? I want to help her. Diana, please do me the favor of finding out all about her, all her circumstances. You go get that information and get it back to me. Will you please? You know how to reach me. I want to get her teeth fixed. I want to provide that girl with an opportunity.” Through mutual tears and hugs and good byes, the deal is struck. Rhonda, the warm, friendly, industrious, hard-working, pretty little breakfast room girl is going to get her teeth fixed. It’s just like that “make over” television program.
Tom and Mrs. Tom board the plane to home behind hugs, and tears, and waves of joy and inspiration. Diana, waves one last time, wipes the tears from her eyes and sets her course back to the hotel. And thus one trip comes to an end as yet another, this time for the unsuspecting breakfast room girl who comes to work at four A.M., is just about to begin.
For Diana, it’s just another day at the office. Changing the world, one life at a time.
* * *
Tis an interesting arena into which such a diverse crowd gathers, all for entertainment and fun and relaxation. Although, at the pace they keep, one must wonder just how relaxing it could possibly be. Doctors and doctor’s wives, plumbers and their “old ladies”, retired CEO’s and their proper spouses, business people on vacation, sisters, brothers, sons, and mothers, they all put down their fare and rely on others to entertain and please them on another great adventure.
Others come to breakfast as well. Without paying they come. They arrive much, much earlier, before anyone else is even out of bed. Tis these who make the coffee, prepare the biscuits and gravy, peel the hard boiled eggs, prep the juice bar and make ready the milk for cereal. Rhonda is one of those. Four A.M. comes mighty early for her but that’s what is required of the Continental Breakfast Bar manager at any respectable hotel. Slender, five feet four, mousy brown hair, 30-something, pretty eyes, she industriously prepares the food, provides plenty of coffee and keeps the tables clean during the breakfast rush. Her work day is nearly done by the time the revelers load the motor coach for another day of fun. Just in time for her to scurry off to her second job.
Rhonda makes people glad they came down to breakfast. This breakfast room is her kitchen. She scurries to and fro tending to business, chatting, smiling, industriously plying her trade, always with a big smile and friendly “good morning”. To be shocked awake early in the morning is not what one would expect when being greeted by the friendly breakfast room girl. But when Rhonda smiles her big warm, friendly smile, her disarrayed, discolored, and missing teeth suddenly awakens the listener to stark reality. This warm, friendly, cheerful, industrious, hard-working girl has the worst looking teeth most people have ever seen. It is indeed quite difficult to look at. How could such a pretty and happy creature have such terrible teeth? What happened to her? What could she be doing if she weren’t so hideous?
Schmoozing and befriending folks over the several days of the tour brings people together who would, under normal circumstances, never meet let alone become well acquainted and friends. Life stories are often swapped. Inspiration is given and taken. Diana, the tour guide befriends everyone in the room and does so with such finesse. From Tom, a national company owner and entrepreneur, to Rhonda, the humble but happy breakfast room girl with the terrible teeth, all are good friends of Diana. She warms the room. She praises Rhonda for her exemplary work and good food, making her feel important and appreciated. She tells Tom of her own childhood and previous life, all personal stuff. Friendship abounds all for the sake of acquaintance and friendship. The tour will end and each will go their ways but the bond will remain and smiles will frequent their several faces for having shared these experiences.
Departure days are bittersweet. The tour has kept everyone up late at night and practically run their legs off for a week. Laughter and smiles have been plentiful and new friendships have been refreshing. Addresses are exchanged, e-mails and contact information abound. Luggage loaded and the coach ride to the airport is all part of the business of departure day, as is that final breakfast. Before you know it most of the passengers have boarded their flights to everywhere and only one remains. Reminiscing nearly done and final good byes eminent brings Tom, the business owner, his wife, and Diana, the tour guide together one last time. Conversation turns briefly to all the good done by Diana and how her life has brought her to this moment and this airport on this morning.
Moments before departure, Tom, inspired by the warmth and friendliness of the people who have served him over the week grasps Diana’s hand and places in it his business card and contact information. “I cannot get that Rhonda from the breakfast room out of my mind”, he remarks.” Such a pretty girl, vivacious and happy and such a good efficient worker. What could she accomplish if only her teeth were not such a mess? I want to help her. Diana, please do me the favor of finding out all about her, all her circumstances. You go get that information and get it back to me. Will you please? You know how to reach me. I want to get her teeth fixed. I want to provide that girl with an opportunity.” Through mutual tears and hugs and good byes, the deal is struck. Rhonda, the warm, friendly, industrious, hard-working, pretty little breakfast room girl is going to get her teeth fixed. It’s just like that “make over” television program.
Tom and Mrs. Tom board the plane to home behind hugs, and tears, and waves of joy and inspiration. Diana, waves one last time, wipes the tears from her eyes and sets her course back to the hotel. And thus one trip comes to an end as yet another, this time for the unsuspecting breakfast room girl who comes to work at four A.M., is just about to begin.
For Diana, it’s just another day at the office. Changing the world, one life at a time.
* * *
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Twilight on the creekbank in the Ozarks
A giggling babble of water tumbles over the rock shelf in the creek bed and an occasional "jumper" slaps the water as he falls back into the water from leaping after an insect. A blue Heron, motionless, stands sentry in a backwater just upstream, ever vigilant for that last morsel ere darkness encases this vissage. Through the trees and up the hill a mother's call beckons her brood inside for the day and the screen door smacks the door frame with a pop as an early coyote howls in the distance. Bats dart here and there in the twilight taking flying insects in the air. The birds are pretty much settled in for the night. They rustle about in the roosting trees making themselves comfortable and sharing the news of the day in muffled chirpage.
Across the holler a cow from the neighboring farm bellows her complaint. I wonder what they mean when they say that. I don't understand cows at all. Just downstream a doe steps into the edgewater for a drink followed by two more and then another and yet another followed by 3 fawns. They are barely visible in the twilight. The trees go quiet as an owl patrols down the stream bed in one pass. The tree frog chorus gets into full voice and the cicadas play percussion supported by the bass voice of the bullfrog over in the eddy. Ah, it will be another symphonic summer night in the Ozarks. For those not afraid of the dark, it is indeed a wondrous time of day.
Across the holler a cow from the neighboring farm bellows her complaint. I wonder what they mean when they say that. I don't understand cows at all. Just downstream a doe steps into the edgewater for a drink followed by two more and then another and yet another followed by 3 fawns. They are barely visible in the twilight. The trees go quiet as an owl patrols down the stream bed in one pass. The tree frog chorus gets into full voice and the cicadas play percussion supported by the bass voice of the bullfrog over in the eddy. Ah, it will be another symphonic summer night in the Ozarks. For those not afraid of the dark, it is indeed a wondrous time of day.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
"Go back home!"
Someone once said, and I can't recall who, "You can never go home".To a degree, I think it must be true. My trip "home" was interesting but quite honestly, I could not wait to get back to where home is now, the Ozarks.This is strange for a beach bum to be saying but Oh so true. Yep! One might not believe it but I grew up around the beach, barefoot, sand in my pockets, suntanned, the works. I visited the old haunts. Spent some time at "Windansea". The surf was southwesterly at 4 to 5. Take offs were nice and steep. A few good rides but damn! Was it ever crowded. People at the beach were like ants. Now I recall why I moved away in the first place. I remember surfing for weeks on end over at Blacks Beach without seeing another human footprint in the sand. Tough wasn't it? Glassy curls in the Pacific, well formed and beautiful to ride, warm sun, warm water, all to my self. Then some jughead "journalist" thought it a brilliant idea to write a piece for some magazine extolling the virtues of this remote beach where some people were known to absorb the rays of the sun au natural . That's all it took. Every "maroon" in the western U.S. made his personal quest to "see" all dem nekkid bodies. Yep! You guessed it! The place is now a tourist trap and the two gals who frequented the beach without their attire have long since moved on to another secret spot.
Ate some great food while on my visit, but ya know what? It wasn't all that great. Certainly not as good as I remember it being. Met with some good friends and an old lover. Friendships remain, I think, forever. Old sparks (some loves never die regardless of where our paths take us) are always present but nothing is ever the same.
True friends I note are always there. A presence. I note with the passing of time that those friendships are warm and caring. We may not see each other for a good deal of time but when circumstances bring us again into each other's company it is as if we were never apart. We nearly continue the last sentence from perhaps months or years before. Yeah! I'm fortunate to have a few of those. One or two I've actually met here in cyberspace.
So, could I go back home? Home is that place where I now reside. Roots, it seems, grow quickly when you like where you live. And, I find that I love that.
Ate some great food while on my visit, but ya know what? It wasn't all that great. Certainly not as good as I remember it being. Met with some good friends and an old lover. Friendships remain, I think, forever. Old sparks (some loves never die regardless of where our paths take us) are always present but nothing is ever the same.
True friends I note are always there. A presence. I note with the passing of time that those friendships are warm and caring. We may not see each other for a good deal of time but when circumstances bring us again into each other's company it is as if we were never apart. We nearly continue the last sentence from perhaps months or years before. Yeah! I'm fortunate to have a few of those. One or two I've actually met here in cyberspace.
So, could I go back home? Home is that place where I now reside. Roots, it seems, grow quickly when you like where you live. And, I find that I love that.
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Road trip!
Yep! I'm heading across the skies to San Diego, surf, sand, sun, good friends, good seafood, good Mexican. Heh! Who'd ever think a surfer and sailor would ever end up living in the hills of the Ozarks?
Escorting my 96 year old, independent to say the least, Mum back home to her own flat. She came back here on her own to see her first and only great grand daughter, born June 29. She's seen her, held her, rocked her, played with her, and now wants to go home. "I've had enough 'o Missoura", says she. "Time to get me home." Nervous about flying? Nah! not her. Now me, that may be a different story. I feel like a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. It's not so much the actual flying as the waiting. Plus, I get bored easily just sitting and some people seem to take exception to my dancin' in the eisles.
Looking forward though to hookin' up with several old friends from high school. We always have a good time. We've come to understand that when we get thrown out of one place, there's another one not too far away.
So, ya'll talk amongst yourselves whilst I'm gone. Here's a thought. Post a question for me to answer when I get back. I'll do my dangdest to answer honestly and forthrightly.
Escorting my 96 year old, independent to say the least, Mum back home to her own flat. She came back here on her own to see her first and only great grand daughter, born June 29. She's seen her, held her, rocked her, played with her, and now wants to go home. "I've had enough 'o Missoura", says she. "Time to get me home." Nervous about flying? Nah! not her. Now me, that may be a different story. I feel like a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. It's not so much the actual flying as the waiting. Plus, I get bored easily just sitting and some people seem to take exception to my dancin' in the eisles.
Looking forward though to hookin' up with several old friends from high school. We always have a good time. We've come to understand that when we get thrown out of one place, there's another one not too far away.
So, ya'll talk amongst yourselves whilst I'm gone. Here's a thought. Post a question for me to answer when I get back. I'll do my dangdest to answer honestly and forthrightly.
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