Homecomings and Birthdays

When it comes to being a parent, and having kids start reaching those high school years, in a sense, it made me feel more old, than joyous. Of course, each birthday one of mu kids celebrate, makes me almost wince and rush to the bathroom to check for new signs of aging. No, I am not really that vain, but the basis of the thought....

My little girl is 16 today. Sweet Sixteen. She is the first of my four, and the only girl. Talk about a twist in the ol' heart. She's a sophomore; marching band cadet; honor roll student; my baby girl.

Tonight is her school's Homecoming celebration. Of course, she being in the band will be performing during the halftime break. Afterwards, she has already asked, and been given permission to go with several band members to a pizza place nearby for food after the game. She's always been good about getting a ride (from someone we approve) and being home by 12 at the latest. The two older boys enjoy going to the games and watching her perform. Of course, the oldest boy, is just taking up French horn now (in 4th grade).

So, tonight, I am not going to her performance or the game. In fact, I might end up working late - not sure yet. But the Wife and I decided we should do something extra for the daughter today. I get to miss the game to pick up balloons, and crepe paper, and other stuff they hang for birthdays at parties. Yeah, and then I am to go to the pizza place ahead of the band, to prep it for her. Personally, I would have been thoroughly PO'ed if my parents were to do this to me in high school. Of course, they never let me hang out after games... but that is a different post.

Think my baby girl will enjoy it? I hope so. Not much more surprise and all I could afford to do at this time. Guess we'll know in about 5 hours.

She is getting all growed up on me. That just saddens me a little. But I am sure I will get over it.

PeacE

It's in my head - and I can't get rid of it!!!

Most people I know has had this happen to them several times in their life. Where you get a tune or phrase stuck in your head and whatever you do cannot get rid of it. It has happened to me again today.

Usually it is a simple phrase as "What the hell do you want now?!?" Ummmm, well, I say that alot, not necessarily think it. Anyways, today's little mind-rolling tidbit comes from a past email I received from a friend. It had been a "FWD" email from someone else, etc, etc, and the original person I saw had this as a mail or account name:

oompapachickamaomao

Yeah, you gotta sound it out loud. Definitely some '70s porn music background stuff if I ever heard of it. So I sit here, even now, and say that over and over. Sometimes with a bit more flourish or emphasis on different parts. Been a pretty interesting past hour or so.

oompapachickamaomao

Yeah, dig that coolness, man. I can picture the lava lamps, the fuzzy posters in the purple light, and smell the incense (I presume it is incense) in the air. Shag carpet beneath my sandaled feet, bell bottoms on, pick hanging in my 'fro. Nothing gets better than that, ay? My ass...

Yesterday turned into a good evening. I went on up tot he pub I frequent, and recently they had started having Texas Hold'em poker on Tuesdays. I took 1st place last night, out of about 13 people. Not a HUGE win like in a tournament, but enough to make me feel good. The I left my book there, which pissed me off.

Work - we are not going to talk about htat right now. It gets too depressing for end of month, and I know the ret of this week is turning into hell do to certain situations with a particular lender. SOBs.

Friday is the daughter's 16th birthday. She has a performance at the football game that night. It is also my HS homecoming night I wanted to attend, but won't be able to do so now. Daughter is still hoping out for permission to get her Learner's permit for driving. I try not to feel so old.

I am splitting here. Y'all be good.

PeacE - and oompapachickamaomao

Kidnapped by aliens? Probed too? OMG!!!

No, nothing like that has happened to me ... yet.

This is my EOM week, especially when it has been a f'ed up month. No, never came close to 25 per the bosses telling me WE HAD to close that many. I might end the week with 5 maybe 6 if I am lucky. BIG DIFFERENCE.

Anyways, so I am extremely busy and just have not had time to jot some lines for those of you that care. In fact, this one is short and sweet as well. Mainly in case the Reverend Mother hasn't heard from me, she can see if I still am posting here and know I am alive....

I am stil jumping around ont he link list as much as I can afford off and on throughout the day... so you may see me around. Until then, have fun. Friday is a short term away, then things will be a bit back to normal.

PeacE

Busy day - no time for you

What a day today has been! I am still slammed with stuff so can't stay long. It's Friday, so I am sure y'all know what I'll be doing tonight.

Here's some picture humor for ya. Have a good weekend.



PeacE

It's Closing time, last call for alcohol

That song by Semisonic has been plaguing me all day. Seems last night I made it to Closing time (2am in AZ) and boy, I feel it today. Been slow moving physically and mentally. I am getting too old to be doing that young kid shit.

Thursday - nothing exciting about this day except it means only 1 more day til the weekend, for me anyways. The Wife and I are attending the Dodgers vs Dbacks game Saturday, so that will be nice. The oldest son got an award from the school for having good grades, and making the right kinds of choices that they are taking a select group of kids to the ballgame Friday night. He is pretty stoked.

The offers have started pouring in my office today. LO's begging for their loans to close, and trying to bribe me to get them done quicker. As if I wasn't moving as fast as I can on everything as it is. Yes, there was just 3 offers of Jack Daniels , large bottle, offered before the noon hour. And 2 offers after that time. By five different people. I am going to just keep moving on like I am , and when they get them closed, see if they hold up their end of the bargain. Most of them never do, but there have been times in the past, that I actually would get stuff like that. Personally, I would just like to close them so I can get a paycheck.

The Reverend Mother is watching the kids Saturday night. I was talking to her yesterday, and she happened to mention that I never put on the blog what I got for my birthday from her. I thought I had, but without going back and looking, I'll admit it (for sense of pride). I got my bib overalls. Somehow she found a place right near were we live in the valley that carries them (Wal-mart, but not the one I had checked out). So, now I gots me a pair, and know where to get more iffen I want to. Happy now mother? Oh, and she got me a book of my wishlist too. One she had to take back - I already had read it.

Eighteen minutes til I am out of here. I think y'all oughtta check out the link list on the sidebar. I have added a couple new ones recently, and I know I need to go back through and take out one or two that are no longer available. Okay, I need to split. Y'all have a good one and we be seeing ya back tomorrow I am sure.

PeacE

Aye, Matey. It be dat time of yer agin!

So today is Talk Like A Pirate Day. Arrrggh! I never was very good at it. In fact, now that I have read several blogs today, mentioning what today is, I have a tune running through my head. Too bad I could not have sound to hear if I found the right video at YouTube, but this was the second best I could to remind you of this one...

The Pirate Song

Sixteen men on a dead man's chest...yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

(Captain)
Avast there mates, yer sailin' with Long John Black Beard, Peg-Leg, Patch-Eye Hook, scourge of the bounding main. Bloodthirstiest, black-heartiest pirate captain ever sailed the seven seas, ha, ha, ha! What say ye we hoist the Jolly Roger, heel over the yonder Spanish galleon. Lay a few broadsides agin' her timers, swing over on these here lanyards with our cutlasses in our teeth, cut 'em to ribbons and split the booty. What say ye to that, me hearties? Heh! Ha, ha, ha, ha!

(Twit)
I don't like it....

(Captain)
You don't like it?

(Twit)
I don't like it and I don't wanna do it. It's tacky,...tacky, tacky...and don't look at me that way

(Captain)
Well, if you don't like it, what do you want?

Chorus
I want to sing and dance, I want to sing and dance
I want to be a pirate in the Pirates of Penzance
Wear me silver-buckled slippers and me tight shiny pants
I want to sing and dance

(Captain)
You want to sing and dance, heh! You don't like plundering, aye? Well, shiver me timbers 'ow 'bout treasuring, huh? Rubies, emeralds and pearls, gold doubloons and British sovereigns. Silver chalices encrusted with diamonds and jewels, necklaces and bracelets of every shape and size, fit for the crown heads of Europe, aye? And all buried in a pirate's chest and I just happen to know where. How about that me bloodthirsty buckos, heh? Ha, ha, ha!

(Twit)
I don't like it.....

(Captain)
You don't like it?

(Twit)
I don't like it and I don't want it....

(Captain)
He don't want it

(Twit)
And I won't do it...I'm an artiste

(Captain)
An artiste? Well, mister artiste, what do you want?

Chorus
I want to sing and dance, I want to sing and dance
I want to be a pirate in the Pirates of Penzance
Wear me silver-buckled slippers and me tight shiny pants
I want to sing and dance

(Captain)
Now, listen here! This ain't no floating Gilbert and Sullivan show, you know for some little flittin' tinkerbell. This here be a black-hearted pirate ship and I would have you keelhauled if you weren't me own flesh and blood, you little twit! So you don't like plunderin' aye?.....

(Twit)
I don't like it.....

(Captain)
And you don't want no treasurin' ah?.....

(Twit)
I don't want it.....

(Captain)
And you probably don't want no groggin' and revelin' and wrenchin' and rummin' either, I suppose?

(Twit)
Well, deep down....you want to know the truth? It's not me, I don't want it.....

(Captain)
Well, what do you want...as if I didn't already bleedin' know?

(Twit)
I want to sing and dance and.....

(Captain)
I know, I know...and wear your tight little shiny pants. Huh! Okay...we'll all sing and dance (pirates grumble)... I said we'll all sing and dance (pirates grumble)... Or you'll walk the plank,...one - two - free
(Chorus in pirates' voices)
Chorus
I want to sing and dance, I want to sing and dance
I want to be a pirate in the Pirates of Penzance
Wear me silver-buckled slippers and me tight shiny pants
I want to sing and dance
(Over chorus, you hear the Captain and twit's voice say)

(Twit)
I like it....I like it

(Captain)
I kinda like it me own self

(Twit)
Thought you would

Sixteen men on a dead man's chest...yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

(Twit)
I don't like rum...

(Captain)
You don't like rum?

(Twit)
Well no, actually...well, I might like a little Perrier

(Captain)
A little Perrier?

(Twit)
With a lime in it...

(Captain)
A lime in it?..... He wants a lime in it.....

(Twit)
Well, do you have any Escargot?

(Captain)
Escar..what?

(Twit)
What's the soup today?...

(Captain)
Soup!?

(Twit)
Might have a bit of a salad too!...

(Captain)
Well, how about a bleeding fingerbowl?

(Twit)
Maybe a croissant!...Is that right? Those French make everything so hard! Why didn't they just call it a bun?


(fade out)

That would be what you call classic. I miss songs like that. I think tonight I may go hunting for some of those funnies. So that's all I got for Pirate things.

Speaking of pirates, El Capitan of Baboon Pirates has brought to my attention that a certain author (read: Robert Jordan) passed away this past Sunday. He was the author of the "Wheel of Time" series, which as of this date is up to the 11th novel, and a prequel, and did not look to be finished until at least the 13th book, in my thought. So, now book 12 remains unfinished/unpublished. Now these are just normal sized novels either! Each book was anywhere from 400-800 pages. And that chunk of my life is now over. No end in sight.

PeacE

Oh what a crappy feeling day

Today could pass for a Monday. I have been just feeling blah-crappy all day. Nothing interesting to do, plenty of work, just major Blah! Let's try starting out with a funny:

The Ultimate Computer stood at the end of the Ultimate Computer
Company's production line. At which point the guided tour eventually
arrived.

The salesman stepped forward to give his prepared demo. "This", he
said, "is the Ultimate Computer. It will give an intelligent answer to any
question you may care to ask it".

A smartass who ran a humor mailing list stepped forward and asked,
"Where is my father?"

There was the soft hum of powerful electronic gear going to the task.
Panel lights lit and blinked, and within a couple of seconds the laser
printer printed out a piece of paper: "Fishing off Florida."

The smartass laughed, "Actually, my father is dead! It was a trick
question."

The salesman, quickly thinking on his feet, replied that he was sorry
the answer was unsatisfactory, but as the Ultimate Computer was
precise, perhaps a rewording of the question might work better.

The smartass said to the Ultimate Computer, "Where is my mother's
husband?" Again, the hum of the powerful electronic brain filled the
room. After a moment, the laser printer whirred to life. The paper
said,
"Dead. But your father is still fishing off Florida."


Two hours until I can get out of this place. I am holding my breath.

PeacE