Call it what you may:

Did you ever notice how that room in your house has had many names throughout the years. You know, that room with the stuffed furniture, coffee table, and TV in it. I was always in awe of folks who called it a parlor or drawing room (they had to be upper crust). Then along came the middle class who called it the living room or front room. When I was a kid we called it that room with the stuffed furniture, coffee table, and radio in it, and we weren’t allowed in it unless supervised by a responsible adult.

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“I’m going to whale the tar out of you!” That’s something I heard for years as a kid, and it usually sent me running for cover. I knew what it implied, but had no idea where it originated. It seems that baleen, the strong flexible filtering rods from a Right Whale’s upper jaw, which was used for corset stays and umbrella rods was also used for horsewhips. So to be whaled was to be horsewhipped. He used a belt….. The Old Man just couldn’t get anything right.

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I’m not sure I wrote this. I don’t remember writing it, but it was in my computer where I store thing I write. I sounded like me, but I just don’t remember. If I didn’t, I wish I had, but I’ll not claim it.

What deep thinkers men are... I mowed the lawn today, and after doing so I sat down and had a cold beer. The day was really quite beautiful, and the drink facilitated some deep thinking. My wife walked by and asked me what I was doing and I said ”nothing”. The reason I said that instead of saying “just thinking” is because she would have said about what”. At that point I would have to explain that men are deep thinkers about various topics which would lead to other questions. Finally I thought about an age old question: Is giving birth more painful than getting kicked in the nuts? Women always maintain that giving birth is way more painful than a guy getting kicked in the jewels. Well, after another beer, and some heavy deductive thinking, I have come up with the answer to that question. Getting kicked in the precious package is infinitely more painful than having a baby; and here is the reason for my conclusion:
         A year or so after giving birth, a woman will often say, "It might be nice to have another child." On the other hand, you’d never hear a guy say, "You know, I think I would like another kick in the nuts." I rest my case.  Time for another beer.


While we're in the gonadal mind frame: 
While talking to a friend the other day, who is very much a political conservative, he was ranting about someone who was "A left wing radical nut".
I said, "Oh, you mean he's a Lefticle." My friend got a big kick out of that, but I wonder if he knows what that makes him?

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A few years ago, I was driving on a 4 lane divided highway, when I got a little close to the right edge of the pavement. I noticed that the car behind me did the same thing. I did it again at another time and the same thing happened again. So I started watching, and I found that it happened quite regularly. Then I tried going toward the left side of my lane and the car behind did it again.
This started me thinking, that if I could get a string of cars all spaced out, I could create a huge wiggly car snake on an Interstate Highway, or maybe I could even play crack the whip at 70 miles an hour... the last guy in line may have a problem.

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The lovely Avon often refers to me as a dinosaur because I believe that a telephone should be somehow connected to a plug in the wall. It took me years before I ever got on the Internet and about the only things I buy on line are from Amazon, which is only because they sell my stuff on line. I guess she is right because yesterday I repaired an audiotape cassette. Took it apart, spliced the broken ends, rewound it, rethreaded it, and put the whole mess back together. It didn’t occur to me that I didn’t have anything to play it on. Be that as it may, try doing that with your fancy CDs and smart phones…. Tyrannosaurs-Louie?

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Random Observations:

New Orleans is one of my favorite places to visit in the colder months, but I would never live there because it is a city that was never meant to exist. There are 3 words that describe why I feel that way, and they are “Below Sea Level” It doesn’t make much sense to build a city anywhere below sea level; you can’t look out over anything and when leave town you’re always going uphill. But to build one next to an ocean is just plain not smart. The Gulf of Mexico has been a storm nursery since forever - that’s not a new thing. If I were in charge of the Big Easy I would simply move Bourbon Street to Indianapolis, Jackson Square to Kansas City (they can use the culture), and the Super Dome to Powe, Mo so that it could be an entire town completely under one roof, and then just walk away from the rest of it.

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Kids defy explanation:

            We have all seen instances where a kid will ignore the gift to play with the box it came in, well… I have to go one farther. The 2 little girls across the road ages 9 and 10 were given a really nice playhouse by their parents, Napoleon and Josephine Biggs. It is at least 10’ x 12’ with a peaked and shingled roof, a front porch, and several windows. It’s a very well made and well finished structure. I can’t even estimate the cost.  They have had it almost a year now and have been in it maybe 3 times. This morning I noticed they were playing in a lean-to built around one of the trees made from cardboard, foam insulation, and a blanket. Go figger!

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