DRIVING YOUR CAR WITH THE BRAKES ON!
I’m in the market for a new car. This time, however, I’m looking for an economical Hybrid.
What I’d like to know is how can it be considered “economical” if they start at $30,000 dollars??? Where’s the economy in that??
Common sense keeps telling you that driving habits will have to change because the price of gas is going through the roof!! But I’m not just looking to find more affordable fuel options. I’m also looking for something that’s environmentally friendly! I’d like to fit into a smaller car, but I’m a big guy.
Instead of the government telling US all to conserve why aren’t they encouraging auto makers to ALL make more fuel efficient and AFFORDABLE vehicles??? If they can outlaw smoking in public places, un-hands-free cell phones while driving, and make you wear seatbelts, why can’t they put the kibosh on cars with gas guzzling V-8 engines??
Am I the only one seeing this?? As voters, we’re supposed to have power. Wanna know something? We got nothing!!! We’re fighting ALL of the SPECIAL INTEREST groups, but without our elected officials backing us, we have absolutely NO AMMO!!
These “groups” cry poor-mouth but yet still manage to take their astronomical BONUSES!
How can they be stopped?? The government should be backing alternative power vehemently and listening to our pleas. It’s what they’re in office for! In the meanwhile, I’m still looking for an AFFORDABLE hybrid….a quest that is like DRIVING YOUR CAR WITH THE BRAKES ON!! Something keeps holding you back!
When I was eleven years old, I decided that I wanted to be a drummer. I started out playing a drum in a local VFW drum corps. The lessons were free and I did something you weren’t supposed to do….I learned how to play a drum roll in two weeks...Wow! I was fast and fascinated. I never thought I could do it. It looked impossible, but WOW! As it turned out, these lessons were just as important as going to Julliard. I was actually being taught the correct way to play. Even though my involvement in drum corps has been a lifetime event, playing, teaching & writing percussion scores, it was mostly an avocation….But learning how to play a drum set was a profession and career! If I was to do this, I had to make a living at it. And so I did. I formed jazz bands, both big and small, and once we were good enough I had no problem finding work. When jazz began die to down, I was hired by a soul group and the full time journey began. This was at a time when Nightclubs and bars with live music were plentiful! These places don’t seem to exist anymore. Now if you want to make it as a band, you must provide your own built-in audience. That’s just plain dumb and lazy on the club owners part. When I started out, you played in the smaller clubs aiming for the better places. This was an incentive to improve, therefore making more money. After all it was Show Business, NOT Show Hobby! People would come from out of state just to see the NYC bands. The added bonuses, as in my case, was when we were playing in a NYC club, people such as Wilson Pickett, Frankie Lymon, The Temptations, Moody Blues or the entire Christmas Rock & Roll show from the Brooklyn Fox would come in, get up on the stage and jam with you! Think about it…All this great talent for just the price of a drink! It was a WIN-WIN situation for both us and the fans…..It was PARTEEEEEEE!!!! So this is why it breaks my heart whenever I come into Penn Station, and see these great talented singers and musicians playing there and being ignored by people. The few that do stop and listen are treated to a great musical experience and do drop some money in the hat. They shouldn’t be made to have to resort to this to eke out a living. I talk to them constantly and find out that some of them have played on hit records and in well known bands. The rest are classically trained musicians on violin, flute, piano….This is NO way for our artists to be treated. If you knew about all the hard work that goes into playing you would agree with me. In many ways you don’t choose music, it chooses YOU!!! I never like going backwards in my life….But I do think that we should wake up the nightclub owners and go back to the way it was because it never should have changed in the first place. You develop your own fans, if they have their own…consider that BONUS points! Come on people, the next time you see a street musician playing in the street or at the Station….Stop and smell the roses and LISTEN TO THE MUSIC!! Oh yeah and drop something in the hat okay?!?!
1) There is no north and south….it’s uptown' or 'downtown!.
2) If you are really from New York, you’re 35 years old and don’t have a drivers license!
3) You ride in a subway car with no air conditioning, just because there are seats available!
4) You take the train home and know exactly where the doors will open that leave you in front of the exit stairway!
5) You know what a regular coffee is...and it’s NOT Manhattan…it’s ‘THE CITY!’
6) You cross the street anywhere but at the corner and yell at cars for NOT respecting you right to do it!... Geeze!!
7) You’ve been living for 10 years 3,000 miles from the Apple and people still know you’re from New York City the minute you open your mouth!
8) You return home after being away from NYC for 10 years….the first things you want is a REAL bagel and a REAL pizza!
9) You consider a 500 square foot apartment LARGE
10) You know it’s a waste of time trying to understand a PA announcement on the subway! If you expect to make any sense out of them, you are a tourist my friend!
Hearing Loss
A concerned husband went to a doctor to talk about his wife. He says to the doctor, "Doctor, I think my wife is deaf because she never hears me the first time and always asks me to repeat things."
"Well," the doctor replied, "go home and tonight stand about fifteen feet from her and say something to her. If she doesn't reply, move about five feet closer and say it again. Keep doing this so that we'll get an idea about the severity of her deafness."
Sure enough, the husband goes home and does exactly as instructed. He starts off about fifteen feet from his wife in the kitchen, as she is chopping some vegetables and says, "Honey, what's for dinner?" He hears no response.
He moves about five feet closer and asks again. No reply. He moves five feet closer. Still no reply.
He gets fed up and moves right behind her, about an inch away, and asks again, "Honey, what's for dinner?" She replies, "For the fourth time, vegetable stew!"
These were sent to me by a friend.
These are actual comments made on students' report cards by
teachers in the New York City public school system. A ll teachers were
reprimanded (but, boy, are these funny!)
1. Since my last report, your child has reached rock bottom and
has started to dig.
2.. I would not allow this student to breed.
3. Your child has delusions of adequacy.
4. Your son is depriving a village somewhere of an idiot.
5. Your son sets low personal standards and then consistently
fails to achieve them.
6. The student has a 'full six-pack' but lacks the plastic thing
to hold it all together.
7. This child has been working with glue too much.
8. When your daughter's IQ reaches 50, she should sell.
9. The gates are down, the lights are flashing, but the train
isn't coming.
10. If this student were any more stupid, he'd have to be
watered twice a week.
11. It's impossible to believe the sperm that created this child
beat out 1,000,000 others.
12. The wheel is turning but the hamster is definitely dead.
We completed our North Edison Rookie 8 season on Tuesday, although the Mets fell just short in the championship games, this team was an outstanding group of young men who couldn't get enough baseball.
It was a pleasure coaching you boys and I look forward to seeing you all next year when you move up to the minors. Congratulations on a terrific year.

So I know that this topic has probably been written on countless posts in an around NYC but what exactly is wrong with most men in NYC? I am a guy myself and I rarely sit on the subway in general. The car would have to be near empty for me to actually sit. Now I know guys work hard and we need to catch up on zzzzss but those seats are not built for men anyways. I'm sure this topic has surfaced many times but I guess its got my attention more now than ever since my wife is now 5 months pregnant.
A couple of weeks back she wasn't too visibly pregnant, but that's not the case anymore. In the last month or so the only people that have ever gotten up to offer her a seat have been...guess who...women??? I've literally seen guys close their eyes and pretend their asleep once we step on the train. What kind of bS is that? Every guy out there either has a mother or maybe even a significant other that has boarded a crowded train pregnant...what gives fellas?
I hope not to rant too much..but if I were the mayor, instead of giving stupid fines like taking up 2 seats in an empty train why not give fines for people not getting up for the elderly or a pregrnant woman? Much more worthy cause!
Keep blogging my friends...
WHAT PETS WRITE IN THEIR DIARIES.......
Excerpts from a Dog's Diary......
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk Bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary..
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards.
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now................
I found this on YouTube. Enjoy!
Ok, so I've tried to post this blog about 7 times, and everytime something happens to delete it. This has now become slightly old news, but if you haven't heard...put on your seatbelt and get ready.
A woman from Colorado got her personlized license plate rejected by the DMV early last week because people could inerpret the plate as profane. The 38-year-old vegan claimed that she simply wanted to display her love for tofu to everyone who got a glimpse of her car. What's wrong with that?
The plate she requested ---->
DMV's all across North America have let other drivers ride with questionable plates. Take a look at what I found:
<----Really Ohio? So you don't have a fear for flight OR profanity filled plates.
Well this sneaky driver pulled a fast one by state officials.
The number AND letter combo works EVERYTIME.
Warning for PA drivers...if you see this person...get out of the way...two words...ROAD RAGE!
Cali, you are certainly keeping it classy. 150 years and there's a woman out there that is THE MS POO? Lucky west coasters.
It's always been a question on whether or not I'd eventually like to move out to California or not, but after these two plates the question has been answered.
YES
Now for all you Umphrey's lovers who have requested my review on this weeked I assure you it will be up at some point this week..pictures and all. I promise to fill you in on every moment of my umphreakness, umphmania and umphdance that went on. So just hold out a few more days.
But to hold you over I added some pictures I took with my camera phone:
Me and my fellow amazing Relix intern dancing close to the ceilings of Nokia Theatre..I look like I am about to fall over.
Ahh the sweet sounds of Mr. Brendan Bayliss.
Bernie Williams was on the show today. He wasn't here to talk baseball, but to debut his new album that comes out today. It sounds awesome! Imagine being that talented in two totally different areas??!
That's all I have for now, I hope you guys have a great week...stay tuned!
-C 
Starting a biscotti business was not something I seriously thought would be a part of my life's path. But looking back, I don't see how it could have been any different. I've always loved to bake and had my own cheesecake business right after college. Later, I worked for a local gourmet food store in Connecticut where I baked the morning scones, muffins, croissants and cookies soon after.
My paternal grandmother first showed me how to make biscotti one summer when I was about 14 and visiting her in Chicago – it was hot and her kitchen had no air conditioning. But she was going to show me how to make her beloved biscotti and I would have stood in the rain to learn how she did it. She wasn't one to measure or repeat herself, so I kept my questions limited as I watched dutifully and carefully. She was a good teacher and I immediately wrote down the recipe after we put the first batch in the oven so that I wouldn't forget. I've always found baking rewarding, and, like acting, you either get immediate gratification or instant disapproval when presenting your creation to that hungry audience.
Since then, I have baked several variations on her theme over the years, and biscotti quickly became my go-to gift for friends, family and my colleagues in the entertainment business.
One year, I booked an acting job only to be told a week later that it wasn't going to happen; I was in a bit of a quandary as to how to pay the rent. I'd always worked in corporate America between jobs, but really wanted to stay focused on the acting thing and maintain a certain level of creativity – something I just couldn't find at one of Manhattan's many Wall Street firms. So, I typed up an order form, offering far too many varieties of biscotti (read Malcom Gladwell's The Tipping Point for some marketing pointers!), I had a good friend proof it, signed up for a free fax number and Voila! I emailed it to all 300 people in my address book and went out for a walk. When I got back, over 20 people had placed orders and I had several messages on my answering machine. I was in business!
It was thrilling and quite exhilarating to receive the orders and even more so to receive the money to fulfill them – but then came the hard part. Mind you, I was doing this all by myself. From taking the orders, baking the biscotti, packaging them, designing the labels, shipping and (in those first couple of holiday seasons) making deliveries! Oh, and have I mentioned that this was all done out of my three room walk-up in bustling Hell's Kitchen?
But it was and has been sooo worth it. (But the journey has been so worthwhile?) I have learned so much in the process, and I am still learning. The enthusiasm and interest in the product has kept me going. I LOVE baking biscotti and enjoy creating different varieties and having "tastings" for friends. Over the years my friends and family have encouraged me to take the business to the "next level" although I still don't know what that means (except that I now have a lawyer, accountant and product liability insurance). The product is amazing and I love what I'm doing so this "next level" has been exciting and challenging.
My friends in the entertainment community have been tremendously supportive and the many contributions from talented friends who help me with all of this – from public relations to graphic artists to food consultants – have been awe inspiring. Through friends and friends of friends, I've been able to create a fabulous website with gorgeous pictures taken by my neighbor and friend, the photo journalist Ron Haviv; I've had new label designs created by a top graphic artist who was thrilled to work on a new project that excited him; I've gleaned priceless food business back story and invaluable advice from a successful business woman who had her own rugelach company for over 17 years… well, it goes on and on.
That first year, a director friend of mine came to pick up his "biscuits" (as he calls them) – I was exhausted, covered in cocoa powder and operating on less than three hours of sleep per night for about a week. He was thrilled with the biscotti and said, "These are your ticket, sweetheart! They really are!" giving me what he thought was an encouraging and wonderful show of support. I broke down and cried, saying, between sobs, "But I want acting to be my ticket!" Well, many years later, he is still ordering my biscotti with the same enthusiasm he had that first year and I have figured out that acting and baking biscotti can both be my ticket.
And I couldn't be happier and more grateful that I've figured that out.
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You can post questions for me about my biscotti or about starting your own business. I will try to respond to as many as possible.
What a great lost, what a great surprise, the king of pop is now gone but we will never ever forget him!!! To his family, my heart goes out to you and my god give you the strenght for what's ahead and the peace that you will need in your hearts...
Micheal will always be the king of pop and that itself is such an honor for him...
Be at peace Micheal, be at peace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Helloooo blog world! Seems like there is no harm in expressing your views on life so its no wonder why everyone has a blog. I figure I give it a try!
Sure I could've chosen plenty of other sites to start a blog but where better than on fox 5 which is were I start my day anyways!!?? I mean if it wasn't for Mike Woods my family and I wouldn't know how to dress in the morning! If it wasn't for Ines Rosales (where is he these days??) I would probably hit every delay on the roads and rails out there. And what's better than getting a chuckle hearing Rosanna Scotto and Greg Kelly bicker with each other in the morning??!
So thanks to Fox 5 and GDNY I now have a blog page! I will most likely rant here and talk about things I see day to day. Looks like fun and I look forward to it!
A bit about myself, I work in midtown for a financial firm, have a wife and a daugter with another daughter on the way. Summer time can be down time in the office...what better way to pass the time than blogging! Looking forward to reading everyone's blogs and looking forward to hearing everyone's comments on things that I share!
Until then...keep blogging my friends!
Cesar AKA 3ofakind
As many of you are already aware, last week “Good Day Live, Online!” was relaunched and rebranded, moving all the way to 4.0. The reason? We’re now using some new software to stream and control the show—and it gives us a lot of control over what we’re doing.
Unlike the previous show, a static shot of yours truly and occasional guest, Mogulus Procaster lets us bring in other cameras, as well as graphics and improved video quality. Not to mention bringing you a better show.
And we couldn’t have gotten all this at the right time. In the past week alone, our guest chair has been filled by Soulja Boy, Emeril Lagasse and "The Real Housewives of New Jersey!"
If you’re missing the show, no worries! You can now watch the show all day long at your desktop. After it airs live, 9-10 a.m. Eastern, it reruns for the entire day until the next show. It’s also available on demand any time. Just click the “On Demand” button at the bottom of the player for a list of available shows.
Tune in to what’s next, with “Good Day Live, Online!”
You’ll see us there.
It’s a well known fact among my friends and family that I love books. I love to read them, collect them, re-read them and talk about them. Books have inspired me to travel, seek love and adventure, write, make friends and explore the world in which we all live. Through books, I’ve lived thousands of other lives, experienced different times and participated in amazing events. While reading books, I’ve gained wisdom, courage, knowledge, understanding and compassion. Via the printed page, I’ve been to every corner of our globe and gone beyond the boundaries of our solar system. I’ve strutted my way across the stage to the words of Shakespeare and Miller and sung the lyrics of Gilbert & Sullivan until my throat was sore. I can’t even imagine a life without words and books.
Today, I am remembering one particular author, one of my favorites, who passed away with little fanfare on October 26, 2008. He was an extraordinary person who lived an extraordinary life. He was a veteran of World War II who served bravely in the 103rd Infantry Division. During his military service, he was awarded the Bronze and Silver Star and the Purple Heart. After the war, he worked as a journalist for 14 years, earning a masters degree in journalism during that time.
Eventually, he went on to teach journalism at the University of New Mexico for over 20 years. During that time, he began his writing career with what would become one of the most successful series of mystery novels in the history of modern fiction. Who was this man, you ask? He was born on May 27, 1925 and his name was Anthony Grove Hillerman. You may know him as Tony Hillerman, the author of over 30 books, including his famous Navajo Mystery series. I would highly recommend heading down to your local library or bookstore and grabbing one of his novels. Through his writing, he is still very much alive.
The scene was routine for reporters, but unusual, to say the least, for a group of parents who gathered outside an intermediate school in East Elmhurst, Queens, last week. We were awaiting the start of a flu press conference featuring local politicians and the president of the United Federation of Teachers.
I asked: "With the long holiday weekend, why not close the schools now, extending a long holiday weekend?" Some parents yelled out, "Yeah what about that?" Odd, having your questions cheered on, but there was no applause for the answer. Randi Weingarten said in so many words that working parents can't take off on a moment's notice.
That's one reason the city is so reluctant to close schools during a snowstorm. But even this past March, a blizzard did close year the schools, for the first time in five years.
And the spread of the flu seems to trump a snow emergency.
"It's all nonsense, smoke and mirrors," Lorraine Kosner, another parent, told me. "School is not a babysitter. When schools are closed, parents have to be able to make arrangements. "Someone at the press conference had put up an easel for a sign, which held a map of the five boroughs. Blue dots indicated where the flu had struck. Queens was covered in blue dots.
"You see those dots?" Marie Dopantes-Dougherty said to me. "If they were in Manhattan, the schools would be closed!" Many other parents here feel the same way, that the elite Manhattan-school parents who have the ear of the billionaire mayor would be treated differently.
But the New York City health commissioner says that simply closing schools has little payoff, and could even make things worse.
"Only one in 10 schools with suspected outbreaks turns out to have them," said Dr. Thomas Frieden.
Mayor Bloomberg says absenteeism can't be tied to school closings, since many kids are fine but parents are keeping kids home. But with teachers calling out sick too, it's hard to imagine too much learning is getting done.
The mayor has done a fine job getting the best and the brightest people to handle the situation. (Frieden has already been tapped to head the CDC). But like many doctors, the mayor does lack a "bedside manner," and as some parents have told, has a tin ear to complaints about the way he does business.
The city has been more responsive as of late, putting increased information on its Web sites. But not surprisingly fear is still spreading faster than the flu.
Frieden said summer may be the antidote. "As warm weather approaches, we hope to see less influenza," he said. And then, in "hope for the best" fashion, he added, "So that kids can go back to being kids and parents can get back to enjoying the pleasures of life."
But the best advice comes from Michael (don't call me Marcus Welby) Bloomberg, who reassured New Yorkers that, if you're going to get the flu, swine is the way to go!
"It so far seems to be a milder flu," Hizzoner said.
I feel better already!
The Idol race is getting close! I can't predict who will go home tonight, but I think there's clearly a separation in the pack.
I'm no Simon Cowell, but I do agree with all of his opinions, so maybe that qualifies me somehow to give my opinions here :)
It seems Adam, Danny and Alison can do no wrong in the eyes of the judges, even when their performances are less than magical (though Adam's are just that almost every week). The truth is, they all have great voices and a healthy amount of stage presence, no matter what they sing or how questionable the band's arrangement. And all three share the same "aw shucks" factor when heaped with praise. Likeability plus killer vocals equals success. Sheer vocal talent hasn't been enough to help Lil Rounds. She who had so much promise in the beginning seems to have faded into the role of a great singer, with no "it" factor and the judges are consistently hard on her, perhaps because expectations were so high from the start. Kris Allen is a bit of a mystery to me. Yes, he has a charming smile and decent vocals- but for me, he's just missing something- I can't see him selling out stadiums. Then again, you could say the same thing about the laid-back style of Jason Mraz, whom Kris often evokes, and Jason has done just fine for himself, thank you very much. Finally, there are Anoop and Matt. Both are good singers- no question. I find Anoop to have a certain aloofness... that could be hurting him with voters, no matter how many pink sweater vests he rocks. And Matt just can't escape the comparisons to Justin Timberlake- right down to the fedora. Problem, is he isn't quite as electric and doesn't have the raw appeal of the real JT. So stay tuned... this is the part where Idol really gets crazy, because every week, someone's favorite is going home!
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In 1976, Bruce Jenner was a legitimate American hero. He was considered the World's Greatest Athlete, after winning the gold medal in Montreal. He won every conceivable award bestowed upon an amateur athlete, and was one of the most marketable athletes of his time, after his record breaking achievements.
As the saying goes, guys wanted to be like him, & women wanted to be with him. Bruce Jenner was one of the more enviable people in the world, back in the day.
Fast Forward 30 years....and take a peek(at least from the public's perspective) at this once glamorized & beloved sports hero. Do you think if someone told Bruce Jenner in 1976, after he won the Gold, that he'd spend his golden years trying to steer the misguided children of a lawyer who successfully defended O.J. Simpson from charges of killing his own wife, or that his son would introduce the world to the concept of a "Bromance," or that he'd be on a short list of Celebrity Plastic Surgery Tragedies, he may have thrown his discus or javelin off to the side, and taken the silver medal in that record setting decathlon, if it would change his personal history? Did Bruce make a deal with the devil?
What happened to this guy? How does life go so wrong, for someone with everything on their side? If Bruce Jenner was dead, he'd very possibly be rolling in his grave right now. The problem is that he's still very much alive(only 59 years young), and now looks like a cross between Michael Jackson, Joan Rivers & Tina Fey.
Some things that impact our lives are not in our control, yet, others aren't. Bad decisions, bad guidance & bad judgment, along with uncontrollable ego, can compound itself to become an epidemic. To me, the world of Bruce Jenner appears pretty gruesome & quite tragic, as opposed to a Bromantic Comedy. His life couldn't have turned out worse, from where he was in 1976. Unfortunately, there's no comeback on this horizon....only salvage, and lots of Bromo-Seltzer for that upset stomach! This train wreck has yet to be unpiled....and I can't take my eyes off it.
I am firmly convinced that the ALMIGHTY has a great sense of humor and uses it on us to keep us humble, lest we forget WHO the Boss is! So he programs us all with FAIL-SAFES. Women have their "change of life" and men have a "mid-life-crisis!"
It's our next step in his evolutionary game plan. It begins with us having daily FLASH-BACKS as we feel that life is passing us by. So we set out to prove that we can still do all of the stuff we used to do. We still whistle at girls, only now we forget WHY! We go out and play ball with our kids and their friends, and we're the LAST ones chosen? Oh yeah? I'll show them! In my day, not only was I the FIRST one chosen, but I did the choosing! Let the game begin! I'll show them a thing or two. And a thing or two is what I do show them. First my knees lock, then I throw out my arm, which is now hanging at my side like an empty sleeve with fingers on the end of it. I showed them, didn't I? "No, that's okay kids. If you'll just help me to my car, I'll just lay down nice and take a nap, until the pain goes away."
Then you make the mistake of going to your 25th high school reunion and, to your horror, all the kids that you went to school with look like their PARENTS!! This usually cures you from looking into the past and prepares you for your bumpy ride into the future!
Lord have mercy, does this mean I'm going to turn into my scary Uncle FRITZ? I remember at first how his hair began graying, then it began growing out of his eyebrows, his nose....not just his nostrils, but the top of his nose, too! Soon little tufts of hair began shooting out of his ears, which eventually became big tufts of hair, which gave him permanent EARMUFFS! This terrorized me and my cousins! Uncle Fritz is really Larry Talbot, "THE WOLF MAN!" I was convinced of this, as even more hair began emanating from his neck, fighting it's way up and over his shirt collar and clinging to his throat like ivy growing up and all over the walls of Yale!
What we couldn't understand was, with all this over abundance of hair popping out of all the areas above his shoulders, why was he was going bald? It was confusing. We couldn't figure this one out until one day when I developed a theory. Not only was Uncle Fritz growing old and tired, but so was his hair. His hair figured that it was too much of a schlep to make it all the way to the top of his head, so it took the path of least resistance and began popping out of his neck, nose, ears and eyebrows. Like Uncle Fritz, his hair was retiring and going SOUTH!
Uncle Fritz had a daily ritual. He'd sit in front of the TV all day long with his head thrown back, mouth opened and snoring so loudly that it interfered with TV reception and the operation of small kitchen appliances. Kids would sit there in amazement, marveling at how his nose hairs would go in and out....in and out! What was further amazing was that no flies or insects ever dared to enter his mouth. It seemed that the in and out movement of his nose hairs, had a swatting effect and was achieving the same results as a cow's tail shooing flies. I also suspected that they were scared away by those "Princess Leah" hair muffs growing out of his ears. Why not? It scared the kids!!
No one could watch TV because Uncle Fritz had a death grip on the remote. You know what scares me? I'm already doing the death-grip on the remote thing! I once told him that if he exercised more during the day, instead of sleeping all the time, he'd be more energized. He said that he'd love to, but that he was plum tuckered out from all the exercise he gets running to the bathroom all night. He told us that he needs his naps during the day to make up for lost sleep! I couldn't argue with him because he still had his strength. As strong as I was, even I couldn't get that clicker away from him!
You know what? I'm the kind of guy who always sees the glass as half full. There has to be a way to reroute that renegade, runaway nose and ear hair to the top of our head. Sorta like a hair by-pass. I guess the problem with that would be, one good snort and it'd be returned to it's original place of origin, leaving you "instantly bald!" Oh well, back to the drawing board!
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