MeMe YouYou

This is another OMSI photo... a turtle fossil!
Very cool beans.


Okay. I have burnt my candle at both ends here and feel like crap.
Looks like I require a sub and trip to see the doc. I thought it was asthma, but clearly by the rattle, it's some sort of reptile living in my lungs. You never know how much you like air until it gets evasive.

Max begs the query:


"Can you water-board Aquaman? Or does torturing him require fire?"


C4C sent me this meme... so I pass it on to those of you who do not mind memes. If you do not care for them, no sweat. Enjoy the photo... or feel free to gripe about anything you would like... or spout joy.

A. Three names I go by:
1.silly rabbit

2. becca by permission

3. Rebecca by the carefully chosen few

B. Three places I've lived:

1. in a box on rocks

2. under the bridge

3. Weldon courts

C. Three places I've worked:
1. cleaning toilets at the fair 10 hours a day. Ick But women stopped to thank me. Amazing how much better you feel about a shit job (pun intended) when someone takes the time to thank you for doing a good job.

2. car paper route…I can toss a paper over the top of my car and hit the front door square in the middle… in the middle of the night. Hee hee Remember to tip the paper lady!

3. 7eleven graveyard shift… “Why don’t you stop feeling yourself and buy that issue fella?” (Yes, I really did say that.)

D. Three things I love to watch:
1. men in general, randy in particular

2. baseball been berry berry goot to me!

3. football

E. Three places I have been:
1. the back seat of a 56 chevy belaire

2. the bottom of millerton dam with the all the lights out

3. the well of souls (does tripping count?)

F. Three people that email me regularly:
1.people who want to enlarge my manhood… I’d like to see them pull that trick off!

2. Russian women who want to date me… despite my refusal to respond

3. randy… 3,378 to date

G. Things I love to eat: (Oh my wasn’t this one tempting! )

1. miracle whip and peanut butter sandwiches

2. chicken livers smothered in onions and both cooked until they fall apart

3. red beans and rice

H. Three people I think will respond:
1. annie (C4C)

2. peggy

3. lime who likes memes

I. Things I am looking forward to:
1 moving… duh! Keep up would ya!

2. the new pit pup

3. finding out what the man has up his sleeve this weekend and um…elsewhere.

I'll keep you posted on what the doc says about my lung reptile.

A ridiculous fact: I had eleven lizards growing up... every single one was named George after my dad. George I, George II... etc.
I guess George Foreman didn't have the market on that idea.





Have a wonderful Hump Day!

BTW... I'm so glad you guys are out there to help keep me sane.

80s Kinks - Acute Schizophrenia Paranoia Blues

Here are some great clips of the Kinks from the 80s to listen to as you read or simply to watch... as you wish! The one above you probably do not know, but the two below you could not have missed.

Kinks - Destroyer

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pWw1z3h-ee0

A Fish Tale

I love to fish. I used to have a friend who lived here named Lo. We were fishing buddies. One day we took her two sons to fish off of the tugger dock . As soon as we got there, everyone picked their spot and marked their claim to space. Then we set about getting the poles ready.

I glanced over at An, as he played with a large lure. He held it up to show me. I smiled and nodded but thought in my head that was a pretty big lure to catch anything here. It was a green and yellow thing with two three hook dangles on each end.

There are a lot of river weeds where we were at and I wondered how long he would have his lure before it was tangled and had to be cut free or his line broke. But I didn’t say anything. Some lessons are better learned the hard way. I paid attention to my own pole.

The sun was shining and a cool breeze was coming up off the water. My hair kept blowing into my face, so I grabbed an old beat limp Red Sox hat out of my gear box and popped it on my head. Satisfied, I baited my hook and cast out. The line sailed in a beautiful arc right to the exact spot I’d chosen. There is something sublime about a perfect cast. I reeled in slightly and then sat on my box to wait.

One of my favorite parts about fishing is watching the water. I like the ripples from the breeze and the way the sunshine zig zags across it. I was watching this light and water show when something tugged at my cap. Instinctively I put my hand on top of my head.

I didn’t want to lose another cap if the wind blew it into the water. I sure wasn’t going to go in after it.

Something stung me through the cap! Then my head jerked to one side. Again. As I turned, it dawned on me that An was having a hard time with his line. Clearly it was snagged. A sharp pull at my scalp told me his line was snagged on my head!

HEY! I said, still holding my cap to my head. “An…you’ve hooked my head!”

He was wearing ear buds. He could not hear me.

I yelled at his mom, who took the situation in faster than I could explain it. She ran over with her needle nosed pliers and nipped the line, setting me free.

“Hold on… I’ll get it out.” She said. When ordered, I sat back down on my box and endured the tugging and twisting.

“I can’t see what I’m doing for the cap.” She grumbled. Ten minutes later she gave up.

“We’ll have to go to the hospital.”

I should tell you that An was horrified. He apologized all the way to the hospital which is two towns over and across the river. He apologized the entire time we waited for the doctor. Once the doctor arrived and began to prod my head, An wrung his hands in dismay. He truly felt awful.

The doctor went through every tool he had with no success. Two of the hooks were embedded in my skull, all the way through the scalp to bone. I will tell you that it did not hurt. It felt like something pulling at my skin, not comfortable but not painful. Eventually the doctor did manage to clip the hooks off so that the cap could be lifted carefully off of my head.

I now had two metal prongs sticking out the top of my head. The doctor cut the hair around it away. Now there was a nice look… I had a bald patch on the side of the top of my head for several weeks. Ha. He deadened the scalp with shots, cut slits where the hooks were settled and tried to pull them out again. No luck.

The doctor tossed the last of his shiny sterile tools into the metal pan and swore. He then marched to the phone and called for the janitor.

The janitor arrived with his tool box, peered at my head and said. “I’ve got just the thing!”

He pulled out a set of snub nosed pliers and with a quick twist pulled out the first hook. He grasped the second hook and moment later and I was hook free. The janitor smiled as I thanked him, tossed his pliers in his tool box, flipped the lid shut and hurried away.

“I hope you plan on splitting your fee with him.” I told the doc. I got two stitches. One stitch for each hook. An was still apologizing when they dropped me off at home. Poor kid. It was much harder on him that it was on me.

I'm going fishing today. Unfortunately, An and his mother will not be with me. An passed away suddenly a few years after the tale above... his lure sits right here next to me on my desk. When I developed mental constipation in regards to this post, I saw the lure and thought I'd tell you about the day that An caught my head. :)

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