Let It Snow! Not…

I actually did not know about the weather, or at least how bad it was going to be until night time, so when everyone was talking about not dying, I was all for that.  I went to sleep last night, but set my alarm for 6:00 like I always do.  When it went off, I checked my phone and saw that my teacher was not coming in to class today because of the snow and the ice underneath the snow.  I was more than happy to go back to sleep until after 9:00.  Then, I got summoned outside to shovel the very heavy snow on our driveway.

But, the good news was that school was basically cancelled for everyone today, and my two siblings are just chilling.  They’re playing a computer game together and I am doing this blog post.  It’s been so long.  My school is still driving me crazy, my dentist has been needing me to cover for other assistants, and life in general just continues to throw curve balls at me.  Yay!

I can’t do much more of this snow and cold though.  It’s such a pain in the *ss to start my car fifteen minutes before I actually leave and scraping the snow off my windshields.  Bundling up and still managing to get cold.  It’s a beautiful thing to live in the northern states of America (not).  I want to go south!

And on that note, it’s been real!

Texting Trauma

Now, everyone has those people in their lives, who insist on having everything spelled correctly, even in texts.  No words can be shortened, no abbreviations that aren’t accepted in the unknown Guide to Abbreviations, no short cuts of any kind.  In fact, the only word they might accept is ‘ok’.  Otherwise, everything must be as if you’re writing an essay.  I’m one of those people.

I mentioned several posts ago (still in 2017) that I met a guy and we’re basically in a relationship that this point.  We text each other every day and see each other every weekend.  Anyway, he doesn’t always take the time to spell things out or check to make sure the spelling is even correct.  He’ll send me texts that are not grammatically correct, and I will text him back to correct him.

Sometimes, he says after he presses ‘send’, he’ll realize that something wasn’t right a few seconds before I correct him.  It’s funny and I always find it amusing when he tells me that.  I don’t just fix his grammar and sentence structure, I’ll do it to members of my family as well.  Come on!  Everyone family and group of friends has that person!  Hey, any flagrant ill use of the King’s English is punishable by death in my house.  Speak proper or don’t speak at all.

And on that note, it’s been real!

I Love It When a Review Comes Together

I’m proud to say that I know the original A-Team show, and not because I was alive when it was airing (by any means).  But, one night we turned our TV on and the Retro channel was playing this quirky dramady about four guys on the lamb, ex-military, helping people who couldn’t go to anybody else.  To six young kids, they were modern day Robin Hoods with automatic weapons and a sexy black van.  Now, everyone these days tends to remember the A-Team movie, that fell shy of the bar the show raised, but, I don’t think I will go into those details right now.  For this post, I’ll just focus on why the show was so good.

One of the main reasons the show was popular, were the characters.  The main characters were the four members of the Vietnam special forces team: Col. John Hannibal Smith, Lt. Templeton ‘Faceman’ Peck, Capt. H. M. Murdock, and Sgt. B. A. Baracus.  They had their skills, their quirks, and their signature looks that people could relate to.  Hannibal was the leader and ‘father-figure’ as it were of the group.  He smoked cigars, was usually on the ‘jazz’, and was a struggling actor.  He led the team without any doubts as to the decisions he made; and if anything did faze him, he kept it to himself.  He also had complete faith in his men, and whether or not he told that to them plainly, or masked it in loving sarcasm, he still told them.

Even though he was a rank below Murdock in the military, Face operated as Hannibal’s second-in-command.  He was the scrounger of the group; ask and you shall receive.  He was also their playboy, always with a girl on his arm and a smooth phrase on the tip of his tongue.  He was the looks for all the girls who watched the show.  He was all about appearances, being the grifter, he had to look good.  He was always armed with a killer wardrobe.  Face always whined about doing dangerous jobs, or ones that didn’t bring in a lot of money, but in the end, he still did the right thing.

Murdock was always the wildcard, the unpredictable contestant in every plan.  He was technically committed to a psych ward right after the Vietnam War, and had been there ever since.  Murdock was usually the person that was silently called upon to freak their targets out.  He had his dog, Billy; he spoke to his horse, among many other things that made Murdock unique.  Although, the best thing Murdock did for them was fly.  He flew helicopters, planes, even a patched together glider.  While singing German opera on that last one.  Only a certifiably crazy person woulddo something like that.  Although, Murdock was also a bit of a chameleon.  He dabbled in the jobs of Hannibal, Face, and B.A.  He admired Hannibal, was in awe of B.A., and loved Face.  But, he was still basically the child of the family.

The last member of the team was B.A. Baracus.  B.A. was the team’s sergeant in the army, but on the run, he was the driver, the mechanic, and the muscle.  He was also actually the soft spot of the group.  He loved children and many a kid worked their way under his thick skin.  He also liked helping the elderly, and frequently got the team on their charity cases.  He kept mostly to himself though while off the job, never dating or seeing any women.  There were a few women on the show who had an interest in him, but his true love was always his big, black, beautiful van.  And everyone heard about it if anything happened to it.  Heads rolled.

On the whole, the show was a huge success, despite the best efforts of the television station.  The feminists and liberals hated it, but the actors still took over the show and kept it true for the sake of their young viewers.  And those young viewers have grown up now, and are thanking that show for making their childhoods memorable.

And on that note, it’s been real!

 

And Keep the Change!

Christmas is now in three days and I shall bid you all adieu until after New Year’s.  I have plans with my family and I want to devote all my free time to that, as well as some writing for other things that I need to do.

I’m sure the rest of you all have plans and only so many hours in a day without taking time out to read my little blog.  I hope to come back in the new year with a fervor and passion that should make people laugh, nod their heads in agreement and say, “What?!”  Writing should resume on 1/2/2018.

And on that note, it’s been real!

Twelve Days of Christmas: Restaurant Edition

Sing along if you know the tune (and you should).

On the first day of Christmas, my restaurant gave to me: (And) A whole pile of crockery!

On the second day of Christmas, my restaurant gave to me: two broken glasses!

On the third day of Christmas, my restaurant gave to me: three cussing cooks!

On the fourth day of Christmas, my restaurant gave to me: four winging waiters!

On the fifth day of Christmas, my restaurant gave to me: five bar patrons!

On the sixth day of Christmas, my restaurant gave to me: six reservations!

On the seventh day of Christmas, my restaurant gave to me: seven seat themselves!

On the eighth day of Christmas, my restaurant gave to me: eight unlit candles!

On the ninth day of Christmas, my restaurant gave to me: nine call aheads!

On the tenth day of Christmas, my restaurant gave to me: ten draft beers!

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my restaurant gave to me: eleven drunk diners!

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my restaurant gave to me: twelve open checks!

And there you have it.

And on that (musical) note, it’s been real!

All Others Still Pay Cash

Every Christmas, the TV plays marathons of A Christmas Story, and we know most of the lines.  We can recite them back and forth, and up and down, and side to side.  What most people probably don’t know is that the movie was based off a book written by the narrator, Jean Shepard.  It’s called “In God We Trust, All Others Pay Cash”.  It’s a funny book and many things that happen in it and in the movie are relate-able.

My dad will tell us about being chased by bullies and trying to avoid them at school.  I sit there and think, “I shared a room with my bully.”  My younger brother went through a hair pulling, back jumping phase, and I bore the brunt of it.  But then, we just threw stuff into each other’s beds at night, and after I clocked him in the head with block I hid under my pillow, and that did the trick.

Everyone recall the Lifeboy soap?  “It… it… it twas!  Soap poisoning!”  Yep.  We all have had that moment after you get punished by your parents: this is when you’ve crawled away and are licking your wounds, you dream of the most unlikely scenario where they will be sorry they did it.  And it’s so funny!  You watch this movie and remember, ‘Wait.  I used to do that.’

Then, obviously, the wanting that Christmas present so much, you literally scheme like Moriarty to get it.  You know how it goes: you see it in a magazine, you circle it, bend the page, drop hints, and just beat around the bush.  And if you really want it and it’s kind of expensive, you never get too old to do it.  I want to go to a Sabaton concert in March when they are visiting Philadelphia.  I told my younger brother to start making suggestions to do that as my birthday present this next year after Christmas.  See?  You’re never too old.

And finally, those awful presents you get from relatives that you aren’t overly fond of.  My dad’s one sister got my elder sister and me these large dolls when we were younger.  I have had dolls before, but they were all smaller than me and cuter.  This one was the height and weight of my entire upper body, and she had an ugly expression on her face.  Needless to say, I held her and smiled at my aunt, but immediately dumped the doll in a toy trunk the moment I got home.  The doll was quickly forgotten and disposed until it was thrown out years later.

The movie certainly has many moments people can relate to and laugh at and nod their heads in agreement.  But one thing we can all be sure about is that it captures the magic and hilarity of Christmas perfectly.

And on that note, it’s been real!

Everyone’s Evil Plan: Stop Monday

This Monday is and isn’t like the normal Mondays.  It isn’t because I don’t have to go to school (I’m done for the semester and not going back till after New Year’s [yay!]); and it is because it’s still Monday.  Blah!  I slept in, did some cleaning, and then will go to the dentist early and get some extra hours.

And even better news, my brothers get back from basic training this week!  My eldest brother is back tomorrow (but I’ll already be at work), and my second elder brother will come back Wednesday morning.  I can’t wait to see them again!  We want to watch Christmas movies together, play games, and hang out.  It’ll be different this year, more bitter sweet because they have to go back after New Year’s.  And I don’t know when they’ll come back.

Any other plans for my Monday…?  We got our tree up over the weekend, but we’ll probably wait on decorating it until either Saturday or Christmas Eve.  Either or.  We’ve gotten sloppy with certain Christmas traditions the older we’ve become.  But… that’s next this upcoming weekend.  Today is work, cleaning, and a wee bit of sleeping.  And writing!  Yay for writing!  And booing to Mondays.

And on that note, it’s been real!