Am I Your Weirdo?

They say each of us is someone else's Weirdo. Could I be Yours?

[justsayun]

Stocking Hats and bad haircuts.

I publicly share comments on my observations.  My wife says I need to keep my thoughts to myself in public.  Like today, we stopped in at a new Thrift Store.  While I was walking by a rack of items, a couple of ladies were checking out a bowling ball in the sporting goods section.  I blurted out how hard it is to find a good bowling ball at thrift stores.  I got a nasty look from that comment.  Sure, I make shoot-from-the-hip comments, but I’m just a friendly person.  Think about it, how many times have you gone to a thrift store and brought home a bowling ball?  Let’s say never.  I did get a slight lecture from my daughter recently about perhaps I should think about some things before I share them with her boys.  I asked her what she was talking about.  She said, “Okay, Dad, did you tell the boys that people who wear stocking caps are usually wearing them to hide bad haircuts?”  I vaguely remembered making a comment like that.  My daughter explained how her kids shared that knowledge at school, and the kids on the playground made comments to those wearing stocking caps during recess.  I had to laugh at that, but then my daughter went on to say that the teacher traced it back to my grandsons, and she heard about it when she picked the kids up the other day.  So I’m the bad guy because my grandsons tattled on me.  Yep, she said:  They sold you out in a New York Minute.  I can’t believe my own family would turn on me so quickly.  I have some interesting information about Global Warming. I know they would have enjoyed hearing it, but I might just sit on it for a while.  It has to do with birds shrinking.  I don’t want to tell you what that means to the Tennessee Warbler.  Not Good!

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Can we make some room please?

My wife and I had an argument the other day that still hasn’t been totally settled.  But this controversy was about something unusual.  Sure, most married couples have misunderstandings about money, chores around the house, or even parenting.  Well, I think I have something new to add to the list. Our disagreement had to do with frozen vegetables.  Yep, you read it right, frozen vegetables.  Let me explain this to you.  I have no problem with vegetables, corn, carrots, peas, hey, even mixed vegetables are welcome in my home.  The issue is that my wife keeps buying all these little bags of frozen vegetables and tosses them in our freezer, the one that is located above the refrigerator.  I asked her to please stop doing that.  Put your bags of frozen vegetables down in the freezer and keep this freezer for our fun items like a frozen pizza or ice cream and ice cream bars.  You’ve taken all the freezer room with these stupid little bags of vegetables.  I made a big deal about this recently and cleaned out the freezer downstairs and took all these little bags of frozen vegetables and neatly stored them downstairs.  Then I went out and got a box of freeze pops to put in the upstairs freezer for the upcoming hot weather.  I even had enough room for a bag of ice and some ice cream.  I told my wife what I had done and explained that I was quite proud of my freezer accomplishment.  I came home the other  night and opened up the freezer for a freeze pop, and to my surprise, the freezer was stuffed with more frozen vegetables.  And to add to my disgust, even a big bag of Brussels Sprouts.  (I don’t even like Brussels Sprouts.)  I asked my wife what was going on; did she forget our talk about the little bags of frozen vegetables?  She said she was tired when she got home and would arrange things better tomorrow.  I’m not stupid, I know that is not going to happen.  She has the freezer so full of silly little bags of vegetables again. I tried to put some freezepops into the freezer, and could only fit three.  Is there anything sadder than a man who can only fit three freeze pops in his freezer?  I wanted to take those silly bags of vegetables outside and play corn hole with them, but I didn’t.  I’m sure my wife is trying to taunt me with the bag of Brussels Sprouts.  I haven’t figured out my next move, but trust me, I’m getting control of the freezer back.  Why are women so devious sometimes?  

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Get a License or park it.

I’m against government regulations.  Everything involves a fee and paperwork to be registered.  Too much red tape.  Well, I have to backtrack on one thing.  I’ve run into too many people on their electric mobility scooters who have no business driving anything. (They would be dangerous on a Teeter Tooter.)  I had my foot run over by some knucklehead driving too fast in Walmart while talking on her cellphone.  It’s gotten crazy.   I also recently had a lady flying down the aisle, eating a Whoopee Pie at a store on her mobility scooter.  She had to slam on her brakes to stop just inches from taking me out.  She immediately states how she didn’t know how to get it moving again. (Yep, driving something that she didn’t understand, all its controls.  Doesn’t that scream SUPER SAFE? I said a short prayer to myself and said, “Thank you, Jesus.”  I just see more and more scooter users who are reckless drivers.  Try to push their way through crowded areas.  Don’t get me started on the increase in aggressive mobility scooter drivers. (I don’t believe that because you’re on a mobility device, you have the right of way in the Cereal Aisle.) Some people need them, and I am sympathetic to that.  But let’s be truthful, many users are just too flippin' lazy to take two steps to grab some Pringles off the shelf.  I see no problem with a person wanting to use one of those mobility devices, but they need to take some type of driver's test.  Yep, you can’t drive through stores and street fairs unless you have a driver's permit for that vehicle.  I swear many of these scooter drivers picture themselves as Vin Diesel in The Fast and the Furious”.  As things stand right now, Stevie Wonder could be driving one of those mobility scooters through a store doing some shopping.  I hear it now.  “Hey, Dad, is that Stevie Wonder who just drove through that Bounty Paper Towel display?  Yep, son, it sure is, but I sure love his music. “

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Missing Button

Am I a sharp dresser? Well, I’d say I’m a free-spirited dresser. I have a relaxed attitude when it comes to my attire. For example, while out at a vintage clothing store, I spotted a long sleeve button down shirt that I really liked. I showed my wife my find and told her I love this shirt. She says you can’t get that shirt. Look closely, it’s missing a button. I told her it’s only one button. I can live comfortably in a shirt with one absent button. Heck, I’ll just wear the shirt unbuttoned. My wife said, “Who do you think you are, Fabio?” I told my wife that one or two missing buttons don’t scare me if I really like the shirt. Now I might pass on a shirt missing three buttons. I do have standards.

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Family Conflicts

For some reason, I’m always in trouble with someone in my family.  I was raised around people who said what they thought.  If you disagreed, my relatives could handle the blowback.  My kids might raise their eyebrows at my comments, but they always told their friends how their father was a good man, but never was on the PC bandwagon.  Now let’s move up to the present, like this weekend.  While out to eat, we were talking about a woman we know and her dating life.  I mentioned how I thought she needed to put herself out there more.  But all the females I was around honed in on my term of “Put out more”.  You’d have thought I was endorsing a person becoming a stripper.  (I do always love those movies about the stripper with a heart of gold.)After getting verbally attacked for a minute, I explained that I said she needed to put herself out their more, not that she needed to put out more.  I did joke that, hey, if she put out more, who knows how that would affect her dating life.  (My relatives would have laughed at that  where I grew up, but not this bunch.) I tried to regain control of this crazy group.  I said this woman is very nice, but if I can share one thing, my mother told me when I was young, that the number one most difficult task of being a woman is dealing with men. I asked Mom how she dealt with Dad.  She said if we had a disagreement, I made him a sandwich.  (Mom was a dynamite sandwich maker.) Perhaps a female friend needs to pack sandwiches for her dates. My wife gave me a look like should I hand you a shovel to dig yourself out of this.  I decided I was not going to grovel like I had said something terrible.  I said this is the last thing I’ll say on this silly subject.  I explained how, in my view, this woman, well into her adult years, gives off a weird vibe.  I said I bet if a guy makes it to three dates with her, the furthest he’ll get is maybe unbuckle her seatbelt.  There's nothing wrong with that, but I’m just saying.  

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Love & Amnesia

Well, the weekend is just about here.  I mentioned to my lady that I’m ready for hugs and kisses and all the wonderful things that could come with that. (What a beautiful gesture for Mother's Day.) I told her that if I were a part of an NCIS episode, they would assess that I was a ticking love bomb.  Yes, you could be due for a love explosion this weekend.  I asked, “What do you think?”  She just said, “We’ll see,” and walked away.  How can a proclamation of love like that be followed up with a “We’ll see”?  As any man knows, a “We’ll see” from their lady is the same as “Fat Chance” OR  “In your dreams”.  I’m still hoping for the best, but I must admit my heart's been bruised.  I enjoy movies.  Watching them on TV and even going out to one.  I am looking forward to the new Spider-Man movie this summer and the Avengers Dr. Doom one also.  I came across an article that talked about how most Americans love movies that involve Amnesia.  When I thought about it, I had to agree. Think of the Bourne Identity.  I don’t think  I’ve seen a bad Amnesia movie.  If a man suffered Amnesia and hooked up with some gentle, nurturing woman who tried to help him through his crisis.  If his wife finally found him.  Heck, she’d have to forgive him because he couldn’t remember he was married.  Yep Amnesia gives you a get out of jail free card.  Doesn’t mean you still can’t end up in the dog house.

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Fun with Chickens

I came across some information that surprised me.  It said that it’s very easy to hypnotize a chicken.  I had never heard of that before.  My daughter has chickens, so I’ve decided to go to her home and try to hypnotize one of her chickens.  She has small children, and I know they’ll all be in on helping with my experiment.  If I get her chickens under my spell, I wonder if I can get them to do some tricks?  If I can do that, wow, I could make extra money doing parties with my hypnotized chickens. (Hey, Miss Cluck Cluck, go inside and get me a beer.) I told my wife about this, and she was unimpressed.  She told me not to bring this subject up with her work friends when we see them this weekend.  So I told her I guess I can’t share my special insights about animals and hypnotizm.  She just gave me a judgmental look and said, “Please do not”.  I said I assume I shouldn’t share my new information about Polish car pools?  She asked:  “What pray tell is a Polish Car Pool”?  I said all the members meet at work.

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No oversharing.

I try not to share my life stories. I know if I doled out a lot of them, people would think I was making them up or was showing off, a one-upper person. I have never shared the tale of how my daughter came home from elementary school and pulled our Jumper Cables out of her backpack. I asked her what was going on. She explained how she took them for show and tell, and shared how I used them all the time with our car. Interesting story I’ve never told. I’ve never told others how one year I tried to convince my wife for us to try to do our living room in a kind of jungle motif. This was after the first Jurassic Park movie came out. It would have been fantastic, but I never could get my wife on board with the idea. I try to fight for good. I know people who have been to jail. Heck, I have a couple of old friends who went through reform school on Scholarship. A lot of men marry before they’re ready. I think there should be a marriage anonymous. A call center where you can call, and someone will try to talk sense into you. How often do you know a couple engaged, and you think? “That’s going to be a train wreck.” If a couple is a bad match, I wish something like a smoke alarm would go off. Some young fella has dreams of being the man of the house, but his wife to be has a vision of him just running errands for her. Yep, we need a Marriage Anonymous call center.  I think the motto for it should be.  Remember, marriage is a continuous process of getting used to things you hadn’t expected.  And in order to have a good spouse, you have to be one.

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Spreading the Love

Some things just don’t make sense to me.  I had a salad the other day and it had raisins in it.  What is this all about I said?  I ate it but hated it.  My wife said I should have told them when I ordered to hold the raisins.  I told her I had never seen raisins in a salad.  How am I supposed to mention something that I’d never seen before.  I thought whatever I’ll be smarter next time.  Well that night after my salad tragedy we were watching TV and that annoying commercial came on.  We all have seen it, “Kars for Kids”.  That commercial is so annoying and I get tired of seeing and hearing it.  I then told my wife we should do something like that for homeless people.  My wife laughed and said how would that go?   I said I think we should try and get transportation for the homeless.  Perhaps we could call it “Bikes for Bums”.  We try and get people to donate their old used bicycles to the homeless.  Let’s help make the homeless more mobile.  I can’t help but smile at the thought of a homeless person peddling down the road to a different street corner.  Maybe on an old Schwinn with the banana seat and a basket that they could put their stuff or even a small dog in.  Thinking of that scene makes me tear up.  Bikes for Bums.  Hey I have an old bicycle I’d give to prime the pump.  I told my wife even though she scoffed that I think the “Bikes for Bums” is a worthwhile idea.  Lets assist the homeless populations mobility problems.  I told my wife this weekend when I happen upon someone begging on the street I’m going to ask if they’d like a bicycle?  My lady said you’ll get punched.  I told her I believe I’ll get a positive response.  In fact I bet the person will want to shake my hand and maybe even give me money.  Well my wife is not supportive of my idea but then again Orville and Wilber Wright didn’t have many supporters, either did Alexander Graham Bell or the guy who invented the Sham Wow…  Yep my Bikes for Bums project is something I believe in.  I’m not going to be happy till I have every street person in my area peddling around town.  Instead of rolling my window down to hand them money, I’ll be able to toss them some change or an apple as they peddle past me.  

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Leave my Sweet N Low alone.

I was informed that I was not personally up to date with the times. It happened with my daughter the other day when we were out at a restaurant together, and I grabbed a packet of Sweet & Low for my coffee. She chuckled and made the comment, “Still use that? No one does anymore.” What are you talking about? Sweet and Low is the high-water mark of sweeteners. I once saw a kid dressed up in a Sweet 'N Low costume for Halloween. I remember thinking that kid is on the ball. Bravo, young man. I tossed extra candy in his bag.   Well, I don’t care what you say, I’m not giving up my Sweet and Low. Whatever the latest fad is, I’m not getting on that bandwagon. Well, this attack about how I’m not up on the times continued. I had mentioned how I had picked up some packets of Kool-Aid and was told no one drinks Kool Aid any longer. I was informed that Kool-Aid is called the Poor Man's drink. I spoke up and said how can that be?  I was not from a poor family, and we were raised on Kool-Aid. In fact, my neighbor Miss Bogar used to make Kool Aid popsicles with her Tupperware popsicle kit. I was treated to those popsicles every summer for years at her place. Now I’m told that Kool-Aid is a poor man's drink. Did Kool-Aid Man ever seem poor and out of sorts? That guy was always so full of energy. I cheered inside every time I saw a commercial with him crashing through a wall. Damn, that Kool-Aid man is something else. I wish they’d put him in an action movie with Jason Statham or The Rock.   I’d be the first one in line when it opened at the theater. I’m loyal to things that work for me.  Remember when Bill Cosby was having all his problems?  I didn’t toss my love for Jello aside during that.  Nope, Bill Cosby was closely tied to Jello, but I wasn’t going to toss my Jello allegiance aside.  To this day I still smile everytime I remember the first time I had Jello 1,2,3.  What a magical dessert. I walked past a mom pushing a grocery cart through a store with a five-year-old sitting in the basket. The kid was sucking on a Capri Sun, and I thought I bet they’d be happier with a Kool-Aid Jammer.  It’s such a delicious beverage.

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Organ Donor Card

I recently lost my wallet and had to obtain a new Driver's License.  The process was actually simple  except when they asked if I wanted to be an Organ Donor. I quizzed the  gentleman if I could designate which organs I was willing to donate.  He gave me a surprised look and asked, 'What do you mean exactly?'    I told him I had given this some thought and would prefer to only donate one eye, then if I have an open casket funeral, I’ll still look presentable.  Kind of a Nick Fury from the Avengers look with the eye-patch.  I mentioned my heart is fine to take, and might I also suggest they can take one of my big toes if they like.  I explained how I think it would be cool and my kids would be impressed if my toe were to end up on the foot of an NFL kicker.  Talk about something they could brag about.  I shared how I can’t help but smile thinking of my toe being on TV Sundays during the football season.  He said he didn’t know they did big toe transplants.  Oh yes, I shared that a person can’t actually walk well without the Big Toe.  Also, with no Big Toe, you’d be looking at a life without dancing, especially Square Dancing.  I was told that if I were to register myself as a donor, it had to be all or nothing.  I was surprised by how strict the guidelines for donating happen to be.  They need to add a bit of wiggle room on this stuff.  I didn’t end up being an Organ Donor.  Sorry, I wanted to hang on to a couple of my organs.  I told my wife I’d like to put in my Living Will that I am willing to donate an eye and one of my Big Toes.   I told her can you imagine my Big Toe on the foot of a Prima Ballerina.  She just started laughing and left the room.  I imagine her laughing is a defensive mechanism to help her deal with the thought of her ever losing me.  

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Box Wine Incident.

I attend get-togethers with my wife from time to time. I know to wipe my feet at the door, how to say please and thank you, and always use a napkin. We had a function we were both going to this weekend. I was going to show up a bit late and meet her there. She asked me to bring a bottle of wine for the hosts. Of course, no problem, so I picked up wine and went to the party. I showed up, handed off the wine to the hostess, and started enjoying the gala. My wife and I finally linked up a few minutes later. We went into the kitchen to get a drink. My wife asked what I had picked up for the party. I pointed it out over on the drinks table. All of a sudden, she squeezed my hand hard, really hard, and looked at me with a weird face and said: “Really, Box Wine”!? I told her look it has a cool little faucet you can easily turn on and off. The hostess really smiled when I handed it to her. I think she likes Lambrusco. My wife said that no one brings a box of wine to a party. That’s the same as showing up with a couple of large orders of fries at a potluck affair. She said Box Wine is usually something you would bring home and put in your fridge for yourself. I told her that I’m not a big drinker, so I didn’t see a problem. We’re not at Downton Abbey for heaven's sake.  Well, the Box Wine did not wreck the party.  The world kept spinning, and I saw many people walk up and laugh a bit while dispensing some of that fine wine from a box I had brought.  At home that night, as my wife pointed out, I was a knucklehead bringing that wine.  I told her she needed to have a little more faith in my party manners.  I’d never show up at a Potluck affair with a couple of orders of fries.  I’m more upper-class than that; I’d bring Jalapeno Poppers.

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The right choice and the wrong dinner topic.

I think I’m a typical man in many respects. Sure, I make mistakes from time to time, but I think I have a pretty good track record. I honestly think sometimes a man just can’t win with a lady. I had something come up recently and asked my wife’s opinion. She just told me to do what I think is right. I told her, “Okay, thank you.” Well, I ended up doing what I thought was right. When my wife found out what I decided to do. She told me, “I can’t believe you did that.” I expressed how she encouraged me to do what I thought was right. She explained how she didn’t think I’d do what I decided to do. So what I thought was right was the wrong decision in her eyes. I told her that I assumed there was no wrong choice, since you said to do what I think is right. What happened to that belief in my decision-making? She just muttered how she thought the decision was a slam dunk, and I surprised her. I just pointed out that if she ever tells me to do what I think is right, then anything I do is right. No complaints. Trust me, that will never happen. The wife and I went out later on with friends of hers. I didn’t know them very well. I, as usual, was given the lecture to not take a subject and make it bizarre with my comments. Well, I had been very good. I actually kept fairly quiet and just nodded and smiled. Yes, I was my wife’s arm candy for this dinner out. Then a subject came up that was just too tempting for me to hold my tongue. This couple had just attended a funeral of someone they knew. They chatted about the flowers and casket and blah blah blah. This was when I forgot about my wife’s warning to behave and not make random, bizarre comments. I mentioned how to cut funeral costs for my wife and me, I had looked into possibly being buried in an old Tanning Bed. They’re very cool-looking and quite comfortable. I’m looking into finding a couple to put in storage til we need them. The look on their faces was priceless. I told them I had an Uncle that had been buried in an old fifty-gallon drum. The funeral home was fine with it. I told them what was crazy was when the hearse arrived at the cemetery, the pallbearers together rolled the barrel to the grave site. It was rather beautiful.  Did my wife get angry about this?  All I can say is the dog is sharing its house with me.

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Being a Rainbow.

I hope you’re having a wonderful weekend. Even if you have a couple of stormy moments, remember that even in the worst storms, you know there will be a rainbow on the other side. Yep, I’m letting my motivational side show through today. I was talking with a friend this week who’s getting married. I congratulated him and mentioned how it would be good for him in every aspect of his life. I also shared the fact that those couples' love sessions, scientists say, will give him as much exercise as swimming twenty laps. He was surprised and said, “He had no idea”. I also shared that he didn’t need special sneakers for this. It felt good to be there to build him up and be his Rainbow. I did share from my marriage experience that the one area of adjustment I had was that my wife wanted to clean the house all the time. She’d want to do some cleaning, and I’d ask: “Are we expecting company?” She’d go no, and I’d follow up with, “So what’s the urgency in cleaning?” Women want to clean a lot; men clean when company is coming over. I told my wife that part of my reasoning for the house being a bit cluttered is to make it more difficult for burglars to hit our home. They’ll look around and be confused, and have trouble locating valuables. Heck, they might think someone broke in right before them and trashed the place. I have gotten better over the years, my wife will admit, but I still have a lot of room for improvement. Like I told one of my kids' friends recently, I’m a work in progress. You’ll never see me with the nickname Fancy Pants, plus I never ask at restaurants if they have any Grey Poupon. But you’ll never find me in an alley with a shopping cart, eating beans out of a can with my fingers. But yes, for my wife and kids, I will go the extra mile to be a pleaser. Usually, it’s because I missed the exit.

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The Un Look.

I try to keep up on the latest trends.  You’ve seen those Un-Tuck-It shirt ads on TV.  I think that’s cool.  I spotted a woman the other day with her pants Unbuttoned and unzipped.  I thought my goodness, as she approached, what a daring look.  I was amazed her pants stayed up, but I will admit she had a figure that could pull off the unbuttoned/unzipped jeans look. (She was curvy, like a stretched-out slinky.) Imagine going with the total UN look.  Untucked shirt with unbuttoned and unzipped jeans.  Shoes untied while holding an Uncola, yes, a 7-Up.  I know an attractive woman sporting unbuttoned and unzipped jeans would be left alone in public.  If I were parading around with my pants unbuttoned and unzipped, I’m sure I’d be in the back of a police cruiser in less than an hour.  Perhaps I’d be given a little latitude if I were in my SpongeBob underwear.  But if I were in my neon Cookie Monster skivvies, I’d be in trouble.  Had a serious talk with my wife this week.  She wants to take the grandkids out, and I told her if we use my car their are rules.  She asked what the difference was between your car and mine.  I explained how in her car the kids have no rules.  It’s basically Armageddon in the back seat.  I have rules and things they cannot play with in my car.  She asked:  “Like what?”  Well, honey, in my car's backseat their will be no Smores, Squirt Guns, Magic Markers, Scissors, Finger Paint, or Ant Farms.”  She asked where does this thinking come from.  I told her it comes from the time the kids were given soup in the back seat.  

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Candy mishap at church.

I think I’m a friendly person, not one to cause problems, and have admitted I do possess a try to get along attitude.  That is why my wife really ticked me off and left me a bit unsettled recently.  Let me explain.  While we were at church, and as usual, I was listening to the wisdom of Jesus, I discovered that I had candy in my jacket pocket.  I decided to enjoy a little candy and refresh my mouth.  I elbowed my wife and whispered if she wanted some.  (Yes, I’m a sharer. My mom raised me right.) She immediately gave me this mean look, shook her head, and told me not to put a bit of that candy in my mouth.  Yes, she scolded me in the Lord's house.  I was shocked.  I had a child in front of me eating Cheerios, a kid across the aisle getting breastfed, and I couldn’t enjoy a piece of candy during the church service.  I decided not to argue since I was in church, but I decided as soon as I got home, I was going to put my headphones on and listen to a little of Yacht Rock and tune my wife out. I need a fix of calming Kenny Loggins and Carol King.  Well, the husband's abuse didn’t end with the candy.  During the church service, we had a woman who was a terrible singer near us.  I mean, she was annoyingly bad.  Well as we were walking out of church, I told my wife we should tell some people they might just want to hum to the songs. I got yelled at and told people could probably hear me, and blah blah blah.  I told her to cool her jets.  I didn’t call anyone out by name.  Besides whats the old saying:  “Those who can do, and those who can’t Hums.”  Didn’t score any points with that comment.  On the ride home, I got my usual dose of how I got to learn to keep my mouth zipped.  She pointed out how not everyone thinks your comments are cute.  I said please point out one of these moments that I talked out of line.  She lets out this evil laugh and says lets revisit the grocery store yesterday.  What are you talking about?  The couple that was talking about movies in the Deli, and you butted in and said you’d never heard of that film they were discussing.  They told you it was a foreign film and asked if you liked foreign flicks?  And you replied you did enjoy “Kung Fu Panda”.  Well, I did.  Should I have said Mulan instead?

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Let's try and jazz up the commercials.

I can’t believe how boring commercials are now.  I remember growing up, most products had catchy jingles and slogans.  How Coke was the Real Thing, Pepsi was the choice of a new generation.  Remember the ad “If you think it’s butter, but it’s not, it’s Chiffon.”  We all knew what we’d walk a mile for, yep, a Camel.  Plus, what product would you rather fight than switch from?  Lucky Strike, of course.  Hey, what is the San Francisco treat?  We all know it’s Rice a Roni.  Today, I see all these different Viagra commercials.  None have any fun names or entertaining songs.  Give that product a name and special hook.  How about “The All-nighter”?  Even something simple like “My Little Friend”.  Even names like “Love Lift” or “Rocket Fuel”.  With those names, those Viagra commercials could have an entertainment value to them.  I at least give credit to whoever thought up the ad with people carrying around the cardboard face with the smile drawn on it.  I had one of those commercials come on the other day, and my daughter was visiting.  I told her if someone at one of my family gatherings had one of  those smiley faces in his hand, one of my aunts or uncles would have walked up and slapped it out of their hand and told them to snap out of it.  My family's cure for problems was to either “Walk it Off” or “Snap out of it”.  I can still remember how Coke taught the world to sing.  I still sing that song at times.  If we all have to suffer through ads at times, let’s at least try to make them fun and memorable.  I was at the grocery store this week and came across the Old Spice deodorant display.  One section of canned aerosols had a picture of Superman on it with written underneath him read, “Smell like a Hero”.  Yep, I bought it.  I’m still waiting to see if I get treated any differently.  If not, at least it was marked down for clearance.