Category: Randomness

Joe really oughta keep these to himself, but he what the hay…

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Laugh or Cry

My wife recently had surgery so we have a temporary handicap sticker for the car.  I tell you this to explain why we were parked so close to one of the three doors into Wal-Mart.  We were at the one in the area that  everyone refers to as The Valley here in Chesterfield.  It is beautiful river bottom farm land that they have lamentably converted into multiple strip malls anchored by the ever present huge box stores.

I was backing my wife’s Subaru from the aforementioned spot when I noticed two of Chesterfield’s finest exit the middle entryway of this huge Supercenter Wal-Mart.  They looked for all the world like a couple of hound dogs on the scent.  It was obvious that Continue reading “Laugh or Cry”

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Want to Learn Sudoku? Try the Sudoku Guy.

A Canadian gentleman has a YouTube channel teaching Sudoku.  He is very knowledgeable and entertaining. He calls himself The Sudoku Guy, and the name fits.

A story about the Sudoku Guy from the CBC: https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/british-columbia/sudoku-guy-online-puzzle-tutorials-1.4580449

You can find the Sudoku Guy’s YouTubeChannel here: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCd8JaOdfEWcJOtwG6YayW0w

And as a tease, the Sudoku Guy’s first video

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Rush – The Belt Buckle

I’m not a big fan of the Canadian rock band Rush, but they do have one thing that I really like.  It is their Rush belt buckles.  The reason is obvious, my last name is Rush and since I wear a lot of cowboy boots it is a fun thing to do.

I’m in the doctor’s office the other day, and the nurse is doing all the pre-doctor-comes-blowing-in things that nurses do when she comments, “I just love your belt buckle.”  I had on the one with big red letters, R U S H.  I was also supine on the examination table at the time, so the buckle was very obvious.

The nurse being somewhat younger than this seasoned citizen, I had to explain to her that it was from the website of the Canadian rock band of the same name.  Since my last name is Rush I found them a necessary item for my vaguely cowboyish/country attire that I occasionally sport.

She then commented that her 14 year old son was really into to the rock band Queen.

I replied, “I don’t think that would be a good belt buckle for your son.”

She was still laughing when she left the room.

And just in case you want one of Rush’s belt buckles: https://rushbackstage.com/dept/belt-buckles?cp=102112_102214_102530

 

 

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You gotta go with your strength

One of my coworkers is a gentleman of 50 something years. He has a glass eye.

Wednesday of course, was Halloween, and they had a Trunk-or-Treat event in our office. The building had a costume event so there were more than a few souls not in business casual.

Where you get such things is beyond me, but my coworker had replaced his “dress” glass eye with a gag one. For all the world, it look like his eyeball was enucleating in a projectile fashion so that there was about 2 inches of “goo” projecting from his eye socket. To complete the ensemble he had fake blood on his white shirt. He was such a happy camper as folks would look at him, become aghast, then start twittering nervously.

My favorite definition of sanity is, “knowing how to go insane safely.” Bingo.

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Out of the Mouth of Babes

Every year one of neighbor has an outdoor Halloween party for the adults, a pot luck affair.  The neighbors sit up a fire pit, cook a big dish of this or that, and provide the area.  Of course, we all bring candy and mug the Trick-or-Treaters as they come by trying to get rid of our candy. No one wants to have to take the sweets home.  Resistance is futile when it comes to chocolate.

Normally, Robin is the one in the gang of adults passing out candy to the kids as they come by.  She off doing something else and gave the bowl of goodies to me to dispense to the young revelers.

I was doing so when one of them asked me, “What are you supposed to be?”

Now I had come from work and pretty much went straight to the festivities.  I had on cowboy boots, cords and a regular shirt.  I had added a newsboy hat and fleece jacket before we went as it was just wee bit cool and we were to be outside. My hair is a little on the long side.

Not knowing what to answer, I told the truth, “tall and ugly, ugly and tall…”

And that seem to satisfy the young inquisitioner.

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Ooops…Wrong Digit

As I have mentioned before I have a “Not My President” bumper sticker on my pickup.  When first on I was getting flipped off regularly.  Now… not so much.  Although yesterday a fellow in an older pickup in the fast lane paced me for so long in rush hour that he had traffic backed way up in that lane.  I am sure he wanted me to look over so he could flip me off.  I never gave him the pleasure.

More than once I have had a person pull up next to me, honk and then flip me off.  Today I am driving home in rush hour traffic when a car pulls alongside and honks.  I just knew I was getting flipped off so I automagically started erecting my middle digit to respond.  Much to my surprise he was giving me the thumbs up.  I hastily retracted my middle finger and tried to pretend I had been doing something else with it.

Maybe the tide is turning.

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Rev. Joe’s Random Thought # 3,698

yeah I know you did not ask!

My wife who has been on a bit of a diet here lately came into the living room strutting the other night.

“I’m so proud,” she said.

“Oh,” said I.

“Yes,” she went on, “For the first time in my life I weigh what is on my driver’s license.”

“Well,” I congratulated her, ” The state of Missouri will be so proud!”

 

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Now That Is Different

The picture attached is a picture of the back window of my pickup truck. I’ve had it on there since Inauguration Day. Initially I was being flipped off regularly. I have not been done so for several months now.

I am leaving work from downtown St. Louis, and I realize I need gas.  I swing off I-64 to a QT close to downtown.  This is a particularly busy QT.  I get out of my truck, swipe my credit card and start gassing up.  I notice a car pull into the pump behind me and someone get out.  I am not paying that much attention to them.

I’m watching the numbers spin dollars out of my checking account when I hear, “Now that is different.”

I look up and at the back of my pickup is a middle aged black man with graying hair.  I look at him quizzically.  He points to my bumper stickers and says, “Now that is different, a black man who supports Trump, and a white man who does not.”

I look at him, and agree that yes that is very different, and we give each other a fist bump.

I want to ask him why, but did not really want to get into a political discussion at the gas pumps in downtown St. Louis.  Plus I’m not sure any answer would have made sense to me.  It is very perplexing as, IMHO, Trump is a huge racist.

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Rev. Joe’s Random Thought #3,265

yeah I know you did not ask!

What strange times we live in.  Here I am rooting for the porn star Stormy Daniels @StormyDaniels over the so called President of the United States Gospodin Trump @realDonaldTrump I so hopes she takes him down. I so hope she demonstrates beyond any doubt what the whole world already knows.  That he is awful human being who should be in prison. #WorstPresidentEver