Monday, May 30, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Socially awkward would be an understatement. To compound matters, I had called her cousin "fat & ugly" in Elementary School. Since I was too chicken to say anything to her, I became her "Secret Admirer". Today some would call it stalking, but since this was 1978, and I was all of 14, it was acceptable.
Because I was too shy, awkward, self-conscious (you can stop me any time) to talk to her, I wrote poetry and slipped it into her books while she wasn't paying attention. She sat in front of me in most of the classes, due to the fact that our last names began with the same letter, and most teachers sat us alphabetically until they could put a face with a name.
Drop a pencil, slip a poem into the books on the rack under the desk. Walk to my desk, slip a poem in while she is talking to friends before the bell rings. I kept this up for about two weeks.
Then disaster struck. While slipping a poem in her book, one of her friends caught me. This friend knew no secrets. The jig was up.
She never said anything to me, and I didn't go to her to tell her why I was doing it. I assumed that since she said nothing, she didn't like me, or still held a grudge about her cousin. What I didn't know was that she was waiting for me to make the first move, since she also was shy.
I found out a couple years later (after we had become very good friends) that she was infatuated with the poems. She said that one more would have been all that it would taken to completely woo her. Oh well, I was beginning to run out of ideas to write about anyway.
Did you have a secret admirer? Were you ever one yourself?
Thursday, May 26, 2011
I made the holes and my helper put the bulbs in. I just had to take a picture of it & send it to my wife & daughter. I then sent a text to my wife saying "Everything is planted." She sent back "Including the kid?" I think my humor is rubbing off on her.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Afterward, while we were cleaning up, I handed the remains of a bowl to one of the ladies in our church. There were two Rolos & eight kisses left. She said I could have the remaining candy and dumped them in my shirt pocket.
I looked at her and said "Just wait until my wife finds out that you gave me a bunch of kisses." Her eyes got real big and she let out an audible gasp. She is quite prone to "gotchas" and I definitely got her there. I told my wife the story while giving her the two Rolos (one of her favorites). "I can't believe she didn't see that set-up coming.", she said.
A little later, after supper at a Mexican restaurant, I reached into my shirt pocket & offered one of the candies back to the lady who gave them to me. "Oh no, you're not going to get me this time.", she exclaimed. "No," I replied "Since they have been in my pocket & are starting to get melty, I was going to give you a sloppy kiss."
I thought the other lady sitting with us was going to roll on the floor. Later that night my wife told me "There are times when your humor irritates me, and drives me crazy, but that was really funny."
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
It's The Principal That Matters.
Welcome again to the rambling tales of my youth. Today we look at the educators who form the personalities of their schools. The Principal.
There is marked transition between Jr. High & High School. One of the biggest differences was the personality of the Principal. They were as different as night & day.
In Jr. High, the Principal was Mr. Quick. He was a very nice man. He was very laid back and gentle when dealing with his students. He reminds you of a favorite uncle. It helped me that he liked my brother.In the times I was in his office (which wasn't very often) he remained calm and spoke in such a way that you weren't fearful. There was always the threat of getting swats, but I don't remember him doing it very often.
In High School, The Principal was Mr. Tenpins. To say that the man could set you on edge in an instant would be an understatement. He was gruff & abrupt. The person who most reminds me of Mr. Tenpins the most is, if you have ever seen NCIS, FBI Special Agent Tobias Fornell.
I hadn't been in High School for very long when he met me in the hallway one day as I was heading to class. He asked me if I was the younger brother of Sir Gattabout. I answered that I was. His response was "I'll have to keep my eye on you." With that, he turned on his heel and stalked off.
Oh thank you big brother. This was the very Principal that my brother tormented (see Flashback Friday # 100). Simply because my brother was rotten, I found myself on thin ice. First I miss a sizable chuck of school, then I go to the top of the Principal's "Most Wanted" list. Something told me that High School wasn't going to be an easy place.
Cleveland wound up with the first overall pick, although the Minnesota Timberwolves had the best shot at it. The ball chosen was the one received from the LA Clippers in a mid-season trade for Mo Williams. This ball had a 2.8% chance of being picked. The last time Cleveland had the first pick was in 2003 when they picked the above mentioned Mebron James. Cleveland also wound up with the #4 pick with their own selection.
Many people think the NBA draft lottery is fixed. The Timberwolves have been in the lottery 15 times. They have never wound up with the 1st pick.
Cleveland has a chance to draft two of the top four college basketball players. Hopefully this will jump start the woeful Cavilers.
Monday, May 16, 2011
see more Lolcats and funny pictures
If you can make it there, you'll make it anywhere. It's up to you LOLcats, LOLcats.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
On Mother's Day, my parents & their aide, my brother & his wife and the Ogre & family all got together here for a family gathering. Mom wanted to provide all the food, and we provided drinks. We had sodas, sweet tea, sweet mint tea, and unsweetened tea (since my brother doesn't like sweet tea, like we do).
On Monday I picked up The Boy from school. As we got home, he went into the kitchen for a snack. As he took a pitcher of tea out of the refrigerator, I was asked the following questions:
The Boy: "Papa, is this the regular tea?
The Boy: Regular sweet tea?
The Boy: With sugar?
The Boy: Oh good. I had some tea yesterday that didn't have any sugar in it. It was nasty.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
We went to dinner, which was very good. We finished with about 30 minutes until the doors open for the play. The college was five minutes away. We sat & chatted while we waited. I suggested that we smooch, but that idea was shot down.
When we got inside, we discovered that the ticket we had were in the ideal spot for viewing. They were about 3/4 of they way back in the first section of seating, right smack in the middle. There was only one problem. The seats must have been purchased from a renovation of a large elementary school. They made airline seats look large. This made them very uncomfortable for anyone larger than a size 4. I think they could have been used to extract information from GITMO detainees.
But I digress. We arrived early enough to watch the orchestra warm up. It brought back memories of watching my kids in High School band. I had never been to a musical with live orchestration.
When the King of Siam made his appearance, the first thing I said to my wife was "He has hair". If you have ever seen the Rogers & Hammerstein classic, you know the king was played by Yul Brynner, who is bald. Never the less, the student playing the king was wonderful, excellent, phenomenal etcetera, ectetera, ectetera...
The musical ended a few minutes before 11 PM. Those who know us, know that is past our bedtime. We came home and crashed after a marvelous night out.
The next morning, I submitted this picture to "So Much Pun"
Friday, May 6, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
What didn't dawn on me until I read my wife's blog that this is the 25th anniversary.
A hearty Happy 25th to my baby girls.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
This brings some closure to those who lost loved ones on that fateful day.