Suzie and I are talking tattoos. Suzie likes the Ironman logo (first pic), since she competes in those races. I could get a half of one of those, since I did a half ironman race (second pic), but I feel there’s something deeply wrong with that. Instead, what if I went with something understated, like the third pic, across my entire back. Suggestions?
My restaurant experience today prompted me to bring back the rant category. What if, when you go to the counter to pick up your meal, you don’t want to be summoned by someone shouting everything you ordered in earshot of all the other patrons? How about a name or a number? I mean, what if I wanted to order something like lamb guts and sprouts and didn’t want to get cool glances? I’m just sayin’.
Thanks to bc317 and CT, we have a new category I’ll post for you regularly. Here, you can post comments on any news event, locally or nationally. Since so many of you are from outside the Ark-La-Tex, maybe you can help educate the rest of us about issues around the country. Talk about the news event of your choice.
This way, you don’t have to say you’re sorry for hijacking a post. According to the movie, “Love Story”, love means never having to say you’re sorry.
Words. Sentences. Name calling. Some things said or written amongst us deserve a special place and this is it. Ha. Or not. But let’s pretend this is it.
Some of my favorite examples of good word play have come from my family.
Songwriter and Uncle Guy (Clark), pictured above with Aunt Susanna in the 70s. Pardon me…I know there’s a universe more from Guy, but I like, “She’s Crazy For Leavin’”…Rodney Crowell sang it.
“So I kicked and I cussed
That old east Texas road
I throwed rocks at my truck
Which had busted my nose
You add insult to injury
What do you get
You get a bus stop full of honkies
That don’t ever forget.”
Aunt Susanna (Clark): “You’re a hard dog to keep under the porch.” And, “Quarter moon in a ten cent town.”
CT: “Shakespeare makes my head hurt.”
Suzie Talley: “I couldn’t stay with him. He sucked my aura.”
Innocent bystanders get caught in Suzie’s pre-race random photo shoot on the streets of Raleigh, NC.
Spring is four weeks from today. Just thought you’d like some spring cleaning inspiration by seeing a picture of my highly organized Jetson-like garage. Right! I don’t know anyone who is this organized, so I had to go to Google Images, where they have pictures of things like that.
What’s in your garage?
I’m going to go ahead and assume that toxic Chinese paint is behind the weird things we did when we were kids.
This is how Suzie and I “played Barbies”.
Barbie’s date night consisted of getting wrapped in her evening gown of printed toilet paper, then getting in a tennis shoe (convertable) and driving over to our brother’s (HRB’s) room to pick up G.I. Joe. The plastic couple then drove back to our room for kissing and occasional drama, which was triggered by us not asking HRB for permission to take G.I. Joe on a date. Suzie and I later came to realize that any problems with the relationship were all G.I. Joe’s fault.
What were your favorite toys or games?
