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I know I’m goin’ to Heaven, ’cause I’ve done my time in hell
Written on June 27th, 2009
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My friend Fin mentioned he thought he was almost older than air conditioning. Haha! That got me to thinking…..I can remember as a kid of 5 or 6, in the summertime my mom made me take a nap, probably because she wanted some peace and quiet. This was easier said than done as I never have been a very prolific nap-taker. But then the folks bought one of those novel new window air conditioners and installed it in their bedroom. After that I was begging to take a nap, just for some relief from the stifling Texas heat.
All during my public school years we didn’t have central air conditioning. Just my luck, the year I graduated our school district passed a bond program that brought a/c to all our schools. ‘Course, we didn’t know any better at the time, and since we all sweated together, I guess we all stunk (Stinked? Stank?) the same, too.
It’s no doubt just as hot today as it was all those years ago when I was a kid, but now we are NOT acclimated, braving the heat only to walk from the house to the car, or the car into the office. I’ve been tempted more than once to cut back going to the mailbox to just twice a week. We’re such a bunch of wimps today.
Long live air conditioning.
PS…it’s 103 today in Dallas.
S
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What a softie I am…….
Written on June 27th, 2009
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I remember in the old JS days people would play “20 questions”, and the one question that made me chuckle the most was, “What one modern convenience could you not live without?” Most people answered something like, “my computer” or “my TV”. Some thought they would starve without their microwave oven, or they couldn’t start the day without their coffeemaker. Audiophiles had to have their stereo or their ipod, and the less inhibited admitted they needed, I mean they would absolutely shrivel and die, without their sex toys. Hahahaha!
I think I was the only one who said, “air conditioner”. I mean, I would probably be better off without a computer considering what a technological neanderthal I am. TV….I might go through withdrawal during college football season, but otherwise, no big loss. Coffee….not so much. Music….most of my 8-tracks wore out long ago. Microwave? Ever heard of Cheetos? And sex toys? Nope, I’m an old fashioned traditionalist.
As I see it, air conditioning and sex are inseparable. I mean, without air conditioning, I would be totally wasted from just moving the furniture and setting up the aerial equipment. No way I could muster the strength for the stalking or the actual chase. Yep, air conditioning, definitely.
What?
S
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I could get used to this!
Written on June 26th, 2009
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Tonight K and I enjoyed another wonderful Friday evening out. We went back to the same place we ate at last week (Gordon ‘Something’s’ Brewery/Restaurant), since we enjoyed it so much before. This time we expanded our tastes by having their blackened Ahi tuna, along with a shrimp dish and a crab dish, all shared tapas style. With a cold beer each, it was juuuust right.
Later we walked back closer to home where we commandeered a comfy sidewalk bench and enjoyed the music of “Goga”. We stayed until 9:15, but the heat and humidity were absolutely oppressive, so we gave in and drug our sweat-soaked-to-the-bone bodies home. Of course I had my ‘lil Canon with me and got these shots of our neighborhood narcissists on parade:



I think on this night one Ferrari trumps two Lamborghini’s. Tomorrow K is getting up with Emma and letting me sleep late. As Jackie Gleason used to say…”How sweet it is!”
G’nite all.
S
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Definitely remembered….but for WHAT?
Written on June 26th, 2009
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As we all know by now, Michael Jackson is dead. He had both an army of admirers, as evidenced by the vigil they stood at the hospital and the gifts of flowers and little blow up dolls they brought (did I say that out loud? sorry…), and just as many detractors who remember his “odd” behavior.
This morning driving in to work listening to talk radio I heard a caller say he was disgusted by the sight of “that pedophile Michael Jackson” on the front page of he Dallas Morning News while little space was devoted to the passing of Farrah Faucett, who lived a very un-controversial life. The DJ then went off on the caller saying MJ had his day in court and was acquitted, therefore no one has the right to call him a ‘pedophile’. Technically that is correct.
Here’s my first question for you: Let’s suppose MJ was not a world-famous entertainer, but just a guy down the street from you, a single dad with a couple of kids. It’s common knowledge that he had been accused of child molestation, but had been found ‘not guilty’ after a lengthy trial. He had been seen showing up for court in pajamas, and otherwise exhibiting ’strange’ behavior. He has admitted he had kids over, and they had all innocently slept in the same bed. Now YOUR children have been invited to spend the night at his house by his kids. Would you let your kids go?
Second question: I noticed all the callers identified as black defended MJ as a ‘great entertainer’, and felt his past behavior was kept front and center by a vengeful media. White callers said he was a ’sicko’, or he was a great entertainer, BUT he was a ’sicko’. So, is this a racial thing? If MJ was Caucasian would black and white perceptions of him be reversed?
Your turn.
S
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Definitely my genes……
Written on June 26th, 2009
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Daughter Erica sent this picture yesterday of grandson Parker catchin’ a few Zzzzz’s:

While you can’t see it in this photo, I’m pretty sure he has his feet crossed, and his little legs propped up on the edge of the bassinet.
I’m thinkin’ I need to get him a little bitty leather desk chair and a tiny oak desk and put them by mine. Then when he comes over we can both kick back and relax together.
S
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