Just got back from doing my Camp Horizon thing. One interesting observation I made was the process of getting up off the floor. There is a lot of sit-down-on-the-floor, get-up-off-the-floor that takes place in the course of a day at camp. I noticed that us old guys were always the last ones to stand up. At first notice, I just figured it was because it took longer because of our age. Then I noticed that none of us ever started to get up at the same time everyone else did. The time required to stand was actually about the same; it just took more space! We were all waiting for the crowd to thin so that we would have enough room to A) extend our legs forward and arms back and B) flip over to the push up position so that we would step into the squat required to stand.
It was quite comical once I was aware of it. First wave of young people standing straight up from where they sat. Second wave of old folks rolling around on the floor like fish before rising at the same time. It goes without saying that getting up for older folks is much more audible than everyone else also.
At first, I thought it was just me. Now I am POSITIVE it is happening. Someone is stealing all the McCain bumper stickers and magnets! It must be democrats; surely the proud Republicans wouldn’t strip them off that fast – many of them still show off their “W” stickers. Democrats should be ashamed of themselves for stealing these from proud Republicans. We should honor the right of ANYONE to proudly state their beliefs even when that belief is a proven loser.
Something even more peculiar though, is the increasing number of Obama stickers. There are definitely way more proud supporters now than there were before the election. How does that happen? If you are one of those who just recently (post election) purchased, placed or uncovered weapons of mass Obama support, please let me know why by taking my exit poll below.
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Kudos to Jessica, Mary Kate, Kelli and Beth for putting the Aquarium outing together; lots of fun, very well organized. If it weren’t for Beth snatching the food right out of our hands, we wouldn’t have even known there was a problem with lunch. Fortunately, the kids were too stunned to cry – so we had that going for us too.
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I was telling someone about my day at work and I mentioned an incident which seemed to me to be a clear breach of bathroom protocol. When the hysterical laughter morphed into a look of disbelief, I wondered if maybe the protocol was not as universal as I thought. So I come to you, the internet, to validate or invalidate my insight.
First of all, if I am in a stall, and the only other available stall is the one next to me, don’t come in there. That’s rule one. I don’t need the awkward silence that comes while we stare at each other’s shoes. And I certainly don’t want you dropping anything that might roll into my stall and require it’s return or God forbid, communication between us. Turn right back around and walk out. You can wash your hands first or blow your nose or anything that implies you had another reason for entering the bathroom, but if I’m already in there, go find another bathroom. Use the lobby one if you have to.
Rule 2. If you absolutely MUST use the stall next to me, if you ate Thai for lunch, or you are having some kind of intestinal crisis and just can’t make it to the other bathroom, then wait until I leave before you exit your stall. DO NOT come out at the same time I do or while I am still washing my hands. I do not want to make eye contact with you and I certainly do not want to make idol conversation with a crapper-mate. What if I look down and happen to see something on your hands that shouldn’t be there? I will never shake your hand again, that’s for sure. Give me a minute to exit the bathroom. Trust me, I’m in a hurry to get out of there to avoid a bonding moment anyway, so just play another round of free-cell on your phone or something.
I realize this protocol probably doesn’t apply to woman. They have different routines, more stalls and less of an alpha nature. But for men, I believe these truths to be self-evident.
That is all.
Just returned from my yearly stint at Camp Horizon. If you want to know what I do there, you can read the journal I kept several years ago. This year was a little different in that I was totally out of shape. At first, I thought it was my age catching up to me, but now I am pretty sure it was the extra 20 pounds I took with me.
One funny incident came on the evening we were treated to a magic show. The magician was pretty good if you like that kind of thing. Personally, I find magic acts kind of cheesy but the kids loved it. At one point, the magician did a trick with several items of junk food – nuts, chips, soda, cookies, etc. At the end of the trick, he handed out the junk food to some “lucky kids” in the audience. My camper was the lucky recipient of the cookies. He was beaming when he got them. Later in the act, the magician turned a one-dollar bill into a five-dollar bill and handed that to a young lady in the first row. My camper looked at the young lady and then at his cookies and exclaimed “What the hell?”
A not so funny incident occurred when I got home and got the bill for all the text messaging I did with girlfriend while at camp. I thought I had unlimited text messaging when in fact I had “starter 200”. STARTER 200, can you believe that?! The training wheels of text messaging! Nice $82 lesson.
I know I am a little behind on blogging. I actually seem to have found a life lately! So anyway, just an observation I wanted to make last week on the 4th of July. I was sitting on the deck waiting to see fireworks on the horizon when I noticed kids in the backyard of the house behind me with fireworks of their own. Watching them light firecrackers and bottle rockets made me smile as it reminded me of doing the same when I was a kid. Then I remembered, I didn’t have firecrackers and bottle rockets when I was a kid!
In fact, as I watched them take aim at the neighbor’s now barking dog, I began to get really annoyed at my own childhood 4th of July’s. I had sparklers. Freakin’ sparklers! Do they even make these harmless marvels anymore? As I watched these kids fire off Roman Candles, Spin Fountains, Repeater Cakes, Reloadable Mortars, RPG’s and what I think were two Stinger Missles, I remembered my “snakes”. The little black disc that you hold a match to and watch it grow into a telescoping ash up to eight inches long. Woo-Frickin’-Woo. I thought I was such a rebellious delinquent when I would throw my sparkler into the air while my parents weren’t looking. Living on the edge, I was.
I actually found myself hoping for some carnage here just so I could be vindicated. I know, that is wrong and totally unfair to these little bastards, but you know what? Smashing your thumb while trying to hit a roll of caps with a hammer is REALLY unfair….
Okay here’s one for the monthly moron awards. I just spent a good 25 minutes searching for my remote control, the one in the bedroom. It became a quest, verified by the fact that I walked past the TV ten times while searching for the thing. I was determined not to change the channels manually. I was absolutely dumbfounded. I even went out and looked in my car, don’t ask me why. Then I heard the washing machine ding. Why would that be significant to this story? Because I was washing my bedspread – the last place I saw the remote control.
I was moving some boxes today and came across something that reminded me of a youthful incident I had almost forgotten about. Something that happened to me in high school, which looking back on now, makes me smile. No, not High School; the incident.
When I was a sophomore, there was a brief time when I dated the High School Slut. I know, at first that sounds bad on more than one level; first that I would refer to her as a slut (I just went back to the title and changed the name, just in case she googles) and second, that I would date her, especially as a high school sophomore.
What can I say; she picked me. She was a grade ahead of me but still, she began flirting with me and making obscene gestures during study hall and I was a walking hormone. Of course I was receptive. Soon we were officially “going together”. I don’t even know if that phrase is used anymore. God how old am I? Anyway, dating then meant mostly school functions; basketball games, pizza parties, homecoming, etc. Continue reading “Vicki Stacker Is Easy”
A few years ago, a friend said he’d loan me his CD’s if I wanted to rip them (Cover your eyes RIAA). I was a little surprised when he brought in a grocery bag full of burned CD’s; dozens of them. They included the official Top 100 songs for every year all the way back to 1955 (note, 1955 “Top 100” consisted of 40 songs; half of which were about Daniel Boone).
Well it took me about two weeks to rip them all, I actually wore out the built in CD burner. I spent some time <em>trying</em> to organize them, but there were over 5,000 songs in there, enough for me to play weddings and Bar Mitzvah’s.
Well, since my laptop left me, and found a new place to dwell, I had to redo all the playlists on the new machine. While I was doing that I came across a song I couldn’t believe was in there. I tried to copy it into garage band so I could export it in a format I could share with you all, but I just can’t figure out how to do that. So I’ll just have to describe it. Continue reading “You can keep your hat on…”