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| March 31, 1997 |
Get It: 102 |
Vol. 1, No. 55 |
GOOD NEWS: For some anyway
... I've been given a clean bill of health ... 'n I gotta
tell ya ... the Doc really got to the bottom of things
... all my blood tests were negative 'n positive where
they should be ... cholesterol was great ... he didn't
say a word 'bout my weight ... he did suggest, however,
that maybe next year I should get a mammogram, too ...
maybe I should cut out the Twinkies!
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BINGO: Had the boys in on Friday
... they did a little surfin' ... right after lunch ...
at the Italian buffet ... (there's always Monday to start
the diet) ... found a free Bingo site ... where ya win
money ... I'm a little skeptical ... they didn't win any
obviously ... but they "came close" a number
of times ... s'posedly you get a check in the mail ...
yeah right ... sounds like one o' them promises ... Friday
night, we (wifey-poo, best friend 'n her husband, 'n me)
went to our favorite Pub ... that serves the most delicious
California nachos ... we always complain 'bout how smoky
we smell after eatin' there ... we always wear jackets
we can wash because it's so bad ... but apparently some
new law's taken effect ... the whole restaurant's was
smokeless! ... at first it was kinda neat ... we actually
waited at the bar for our table ... there was no one sittin'
at the bar ... it was dead in there ... on a Friday night
... jes' a bunch o' lifeless people eatin' ... talkin'
quietly ... this used to be a hoppin' place ... crowded
... noisy ... music ... smoke ... vibrant 'n alive ...
there were actually kids eatin' with their parents ...
yechhhhh! ... we had our treat ... but it felt uncomfortable
... like the Twilight Zone ... after we finished we walked
around the corner to where they'd opened up the "smokin'"
portion of their bar ... it was wild ... glasses clinkin'
... people laughin' ... music playin' ... a reg'lar party
... with smoke billowin' out the open door ... I guess
this is the end of an era!
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DECK DUTY: One cannot enjoy
the deck until one has earned it ... by scrub bin' every
inch of it ... puttin' some red dye on it ... but then
it's s'posed t o rain ... I'll run 'n put on the fertilizer
... the new seed for the back ... ( wifey-poo didn't call
the mulch man ... her co-worker told 'er that there was
a cheaper place ... remind me to send some flowers to
the co-worker!) ... a few sprinkles hit ... but then the
sun returns ... drat ... out with the chemicals ... scrub
that deck right up ... a thunderstorm rolls through ...
we spend a quiet afternoon ... me 'n #6 at the kitchen
table ... crankin' away on our computers ... WP's doin'
some bills ... all's quiet in the compound ... we watched
a Beach Boy's thing on VH1 or Z-TV ... I can't remember
which ... (did you know they hardly show any videos on
MTV anymore? ... it's so borin' with the datin' show they've
got ... not that I ever watch it ... somebody was tellin'
me 'bout it) ... then the Bee Gee's came on ... they were
a little after my time ... 'cept for the song in Saturday
Night Fever I hadn't really listened to any of their music
... it was all right ... Easter Bunny managed to come
... no egg dyein' though ... I guess everyone's too big
... the peace was shattered when WP's best friend called
... her dog was in labor ... there was some consultin'
then WP disappeared ... next thing I know we get a call
that they're headed to the vet ... we were orphaned! ...
#1 daughter started boilin' eggs ... settin' up the colors
... I bolted for Hechinger to buy manly stuff ... while
wifey-poo was tryin' to deliver puppies in the back seat
of the car as they raced down the highway ... the vet
met 'em ... they decided to do a C-section ... the ladies
assisted ... it was quite a story ... 'bout the puppies
in the "sausage casing" ... I detected a glint
in WP's eyes ... I think she thought she was Carol on
ER! ... revivin' the puppies! ... WP's BF is now 3 dogs
richer ... but they won't last long ... place your orders
now! ... we didn't finish the deck ... still have to get
all the furniture cleaned up ... did get it finished though
... jes' in time for the big rainstorm ... I wonder what
it'll look like when it dries! ... may be doin' it again
next weekend ... oh well ... idle hands are the Devil's
workshop!
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"Tradition is the excuse we
use when we do things without thinking about it."
-- Mikey, Thinkin' Too Hard
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| Mikey's Muse(tm)
is published weekdays as a commentary on stuff. Editor,
Michael T. Rusk. Copyright © 1997 by Michael T. Rusk.
Printed in the U.S.A. This publication may be distributed
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bits of fiction, and editorial liberties (lies) under
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in my writing are purely fictional and any resemblance
to any person, company or animal is purely unintentional.
If you don't get it, you just don't get it. Don't blame
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