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The story of my life in an eggshell…
I was frying up a couple eggs for breakfast this morning. As I very carefully cracked the first egg and allowed it to slip gently into the hot, non-stick skillet that had just a touch of olive oil in the bottom, I realized the egg had a double yolk. Wow, fantastic, two egg yolks, I thought, then both of them broke.
My grief was palpable.
Señora and I recently returned from a week’s long road trip. First we went to Kentucky to visit my Aunt Betty, then to Asheville to visit the Biltmore and to spend the following day cruising around the Great Smokey Mountains. On the way back, we stopped in Lebanon, TN just outside Nashville to visit my Aunt Jackie. Both ladies have some physical health issues, but both are still very mentally sharp. I hope I get those Rush genes rather than the Carr genes. Five of the eight Carr sisters ended up with dementia.
I knew we would be tired after a day in the mountains, so I wanted to find a hotel just west of them rather than drive an extra two or three hours to Nashville. I started looking in Knoxville. Because there was Continue reading “US 129 Tail of the Dragon”
yeah I know you did not ask!
Beware – “adult” themed.
I wonder if this will become a new put down –”You’re no Pete Davidson.”
Or perhaps a woman being asked about her date last night. She sighs and says, “Well… he definitely was no Pete Davidson.”
On the high probability that you have not been following the stupid news aka celebrity news, just type “Pete Davidson 10” into your favorite browser. The main reason I know anything about this is that Stephen Colbert make a joke about it. Not understanding his reference, but suspecting, I did a Google search.
This puts me in mind of an article I posted years ago, Penis Sizes Of World Religious Figures, which linked to the satirical article by Jim Goad of the same name, Penis Sizes Of World Religious Figures . At the bottom of that article was another link (I sweating from clicking all these links), 50 Women Talk About Having Sex With An Extremely Large (Or Extremely Small) Penis. All I can say is, “While I am the yin to your yang Pete, I am sorry, we all have crosses to bear.”
yeah I know you did not ask!
I have a recurring nightmare. I am somewhere in the afterlife, in a large room surrounded by all my old girlfriends and wives. Every single one of them is wanting a “debriefing”, a rehashing of our relationship. There is a cacophonous chorus of “we need to talk.” I can find no possible exit, the floor refuses to swallow me up, they all start in on me simultaneously.
Of course this is somewhat reminiscence of an episode of 3rd Rock from the Sun. The many ex-girlfriends of the French Stewart’s character, Harry Solomon, show up at the extraterrestrial’s apartment at the same time, much to his embarrassment and chagrin.
yeah I know you did not ask!
This morning I was visiting with one of my Spanish tutors for conversational practice. This particular gentleman lives in El Salvador. I had been telling him about our trip to visit the Biltmore Estate in Asheville, NC. As conversations tend to do, we rambled, leading to our discussing property taxes which they do not have in El Salvador and most of the Central American countries.
“How nice,” I said, “we pay close to $6,000 a year on this house here in the St. Louis suburb of Chesterfield.” I then went on to explain that if we did not pay our property taxes the government would seize the house and sell it for those taxes.
To which he replied, “Basically then you are just renting from the government.”
He may have a point.
yeah I know you did not ask!
This morning I was sitting behind a pickup truck at a traffic light in the city of St. Louis proper…not one of the burbs.
The truck was sporting a bumper sticker that read, “Honk Again, I’m Busy Reloading”
While not the same as waving a gun at someone, how is this not threatening behavior? It is not the first time I have seen this particular bumper sticker and I never find its menacing attitude humorous.
So it should not go.
One of the issues I have as a “writer”… well a blogger is that occasionally I have the urge to write a posting that may offend or hurt another person. Most of the time I let the urge pass as my reasons for blogging do not include embarrassing or hurting folks around me. I am smart enough, after two marriages, to ask for a blessing from Señora on posts that involve her. The Wee Dog can just suck it up. Besides, it is rumored that she cannot read anyway, but I am not sure I believe it.
I could not resist the urge this time to share this anecdote as it brings home an important point in the current cultural wars that are dividing my beloved country.
The other night Señora and I were invited Continue reading “Furries, Litterboxes, Schools”
“William Meaney, the CEO of Iron Mountain (a data storage and management company with a current market capitalization of $12 billion) told Wall Street analysts in late September, high levels of inflation helped the company increase its margins — and that for that reason he had long been “doing my inflation dance praying for inflation.” A few years before, Meaney explained “I pray for inflation every day I come to work because … our top line is really driven by inflation. … Every point of inflation expands our margins.”
While the rest of us stand in the supermarket aisle gasping for breath at the price of food… among other places and other things.
A subscriber to my silly little blog “thanked me” for so cleverly inserting a Tom Dooley earwig into his cerebrum.
As with all things Curmudgeon, there is a bit of a back story. This Kingston Trio song rose to the top of the charts in 1958. I would have been six. Tom Dooley is the first popular song of which I remember singing the lyrics.
But…my mother had a favorite story about the four year old me being completely enamored with the Elvis Presley version of Hound Dog in 1956. Apparently I would sing the song loud and often. I am sure I was entirely precious!
As a favor to my subscriber…the best way to get rid of an earwig is to replace it with another one. So without further ado here is Elvis singing Hound Dog…
The last several times I have stayed at a hotel/motel for a duration of more than one day, housekeeping has not come into the room to straighten it and make the bed. It does not seem to matter what hotel chain or their level of service. I attribute this to three causes. First, during the pandemic these chains were super cautious and bragging about their amped up level of cleanliness. It was a way to keep staff safe. Secondly, after the pandemic Continue reading “Door Hangers”