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| May 13, 1997 |
Get It: 108 |
Vol. 1, No. 83 |
YOU CAN CALL ME: Grandpa ...
that's right ... after all this waitin' it finally happened!
... yesterday at 4:25 PM ... (what a thoughtful daughter-in-law)
... we've got a great lookin' grandson ... tipped the
scales at 7 pounds 12 ounces ... 21 inches long ... Garren
Todd ... I think I could like this ... watchin' #1 change
Garren's dirty diaper was so satisfyin' ... I can hardly
wait 'til we get a chance to spoil 'im!
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CHIP OFF: The old block ...
Saturday I was runnin' the boys up to Blockbuster ...
to get some video games with their report cards ... (by
the way ... if ya got kids in school ... 'n they be gettin'
some A's ... you could qualify for numerous free things
... it's kinda fun goin' 'round collectin') ... we were
jes' drivin' down the road ... mindin' our own bi'ness
... like guys do ... when #6 pops up with "If the
steering wheel was on the right side of the car, like
it is in England and you had a manual shift then you'd
have to shift with your left hand" ... "Are
all the people in England lefthanded?" ... hmmmmmmmm
... speakin' o' handedness ... a little later in our trip
... after a pause at our local Taco Bell ... (for Mexican
Pizza's, Nachos Bell Grande 'n some soft tacos) ... he
asked me if I ever noticed "how in the movies the
actors always answer the phone with their right hand,
start listening with their right ear and if it's someone
they like then they move the phone to the left ear?"
... so we had a discussion about how we answer the phone
... not like on TV ... by this time #7 'n I are lookin'
out of the sides of our eyes to try to guess what was
comin' next ... #7 couldn't stand it any longer 'n asked
'im what made him think of these things ... #6 said "I
don't know, it's just when I'm riding in the car all the
ideas just start coming into my head" ... all I can
say is wait'll he starts drivin' the Beltway!
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REVIEW: I know it sounds like
we go out to eat a lot ... but that's really jes' an illusion
... but Saturday night we headed down to Silver Spring
... still on a quest for the ultimate in Mexican food
... wifey-poo had been to a place for lunch a few years
ago 'n thought it was purty good ... we found it ... kind
of off the beaten path ... Mi Rancho ... it was about
9:00 when we got in line ... I pushed my way through the
crowd ... not one gringo in the line I might add ... I
was gonna put my name in ... but there was no list ...
no wonder the other people were lookin' at me mean ...
they thought I was takin' cuts! ... it didn't take long
to get seated though ... let me tell ya sumpin' ... this
was one o' the best restaurants we been to in a long time!
... this ain't jes' the Corona's 'n Margaritas talkin'
either ... the chips 'n salsa were good ... (they have
a gringo-scorchin' special ya can ask for ... so they
can all hide in the kitchen 'n laugh when ya blow flames
out your mouth!) ... the food was very authentic ... very
plentiful ... we were all very miserable when we walked
out ... 'n the nightmares were really extreme! ... if
ya ever wander in that way I'd certainly recommend it
... jes' tell 'em Don Miguel sencha! ... (one suggestion
... don't pretend to speak Spanish ... you'll end up like
Chevy Chase in European Vacation ... with the waiter commentin'
on your belly size while you jes' nod 'n smile).
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"There are two measures of
maturity - the calendar obviously, but Levi-Strauss is
even harsher than time. You can hide the gray hair with
a little Grecian formula but there's no fogiveness in
a button- fly when you've exceeded the waist size on the
label." -- 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
freely as long as there is no charge. Commentary is loosely
based on actual events and may contain embellishments,
bits of fiction, and editorial liberties (lies) under
the guise of poetic license. All characters portrayed
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
me for anything I say and don't do anything I say, either.
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