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Friday, April 8, 2016

THE WORLD ACCORDING TO ME (WITH APOLOGIES TO JACKIE MASON)


           

I wonder how spoken language began.   After all, when the first man spoke the first word, no one could understand him.  Sort of like today’s teenagers, when they’re talking to an adult.  I guess if you hear “Schlemmerpop!” enough times you eventually realize it means, “Holy crap!  That fire is hot!  Don’t touch it—you’ll burn yourself!!”  While I’m on the subject of language, have you noticed how little kids like to say “actually”?


If God did not want us to eat animals, why did He give us the ability to make barbecue sauce?  Speaking of animals, will the ones who are strict vegetarians only eat vegetarians?


The first Thanksgiving after Bud’s sister died we flew to Texas to spend the holiday with his other sister & her family.  She wasn’t expecting us so we brought our own turkey.  It was uncooked, in a gym bag with Blue Ice.  We knew she’d appreciate having family with her & we thought it would be a good opportunity for our kids to learn to speak Texan.  During that trip, they mastered the word “bycon” (see image below) & the phrase “Shee-it, howdy!”.

I’ve only been really drunk twice in my life.  The first time, Bud was driving the babysitter home while I was trying to navigate my way down our long hall to our bedroom.  I really appreciated that the hall was narrow, because when I tipped form side to side, I could put my hand against the wall for support so I wouldn't tip over.  (Do you suppose this is where the word “tipsy” comes from?)  The other time was when the office gave us a bon voyage party.  We were leaving on a vacation the next day.  Irene, one of the secretaries, was kind enough to come home with us.  I sat on the edge of the dresser while she packed for me.  They said I had a very good time at the party.
The only time one of my sons got smashed at a bar, he passed out.  His friends (?) took his wallet & put him in a cab.  They gave the driver instructions to go to God knows where.  When they got there, the driver woke him up & asked for his fare.  No wallet = no money = no fare.  The driver gave him another ride, free--to jail.  He learned never to drink that much again & also, I believe, to get new friends.  My other son got thoroughly soused (once) when he was a teenager.  He was a passenger in a car that was going probably 100 mph on the freeway & they rear-ended another car.  No injuries, thank heaven, but he also ended up in jail.  Jail is apparently a great teacher.     

That reminds me, I tried pot once.  Didn’t like it.  It was a weird feeling.  I knew what was going on & I could understand everything that was said to me.  Moving my hands was another story.  My main problem, though, was that I had absolutely no memory of the last 30 seconds.  If you asked me a question, you’d just have to wait for an answer.
You realize, don’t you, that just because you have an inferiority complex doesn’t mean you aren't inferior?
My husband believes there are exactly three kinds of drivers on the road: idiots, maniacs & him.  If someone is in front of him & going too slowly, he’s an idiot, as in “Get out of the way, you idiot!”  Maniacs are the ones who cut you off to get into your freeway lane or speed past you at 500 miles per hour.  And then there’s him.
The genes for male pattern baldness are believed to be carried by the mother.  I guess that means that if your mother is bald, you probably will be, too!

I have been to, among other metropolises metropoli busy cities, Bangkok, Hong Kong, Tokyo, Singapore, New Orleans, Washington DC, London, Geneva, Rome & Paris.  I loved them all.  When I’m in New York, however, I feel like a hick.   I think it’s because there are so many tall buildings so close together you can’t see the sky unless you look straight up.  (Does anyone else feel that way?)













I hope you enjoyed this trip into my mind.  Be careful, it’s dark in there, with lots of twists & turns.  You could easily get lost!----fishducky

 


27 comments:

  1. Big smiles. Thank you so much for being such a reliable provider of fun.

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  2. "I replace forgotten memories with stuff I make up."
    Me too!

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    1. My husband claims some of my BEST memories never happened!!

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  3. The Dino's and the Arc...love it!

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    1. I've run that one before--& I probably will again!!

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  4. Hard enough to remember what you were after when you walk from one room to another.

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  5. I Have a little Niece that says "actually" and/or "weeelll", before all sentences. I don't remember having that word in my vocabulary that young actually.
    Drunk? I was so drunk once that I had to hold on to the grass just to keep from falling off the earth! now that's drunk!
    Lisa

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  6. if we were not supposed to eat meat- why do we have canine teeth? Cheers!

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    1. Fishducky, DDS (Doesn't Do Shit) says you are absolutely right!!

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  7. I can remember things from when I was a toddler but it took me a full minute just now to remember what I had for lunch just 4 hours ago. Sheesh.

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    1. Are you familiar with the fishducky theory as to why our memory seems to disappear as we age? If not, don’t worry. I’m going to tell you. What was I talking about? Oh, yes—memory. If you subscribe to the theory, as I do, that the brain is like a computer, then you know that it has a finite number of memory bytes. As we age, gravity pulls these memories down, filling first our feet, then our legs, our bellies & butts (which would also explain why many older people seem to have gained weight in these areas) & finally reach our brains, which eventually become full. Since humans don’t have a DELETE key, there is simply no room for new memories. This is why we people “of a certain age” can remember who sat next to us in the third grade but have no idea of what we ate for lunch yesterday. We are NOT forgetful—WE ARE SIMPLY FULL!!

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  8. Thanks for the laughter. Your mind works in such wondrous ways.

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    1. What is your definition of working?

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  9. I live daily with the tragedy of a three second memory.

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  10. My memory foam mattress better keep its mouth shut!

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    1. Elephants & mattresses NEVER forget!!

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  11. More people need to be scared straight by jail.
    And yeah, I wish I knew quantum physics, or simply what quantum physics involves, instead of the name Erin Moran.

    Keep us smiling, Fish Ducky!

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  12. Memory foam mattress--never would have thought of that one!
    Was that today?
    Lots of good ones. :)

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