The Hump Day jaunt to AREA 51 went somewhat astray last evening, although "astray" is probably a misnomer in that I ofttimes stray from Plan A. I stopped by my pal, Emilio's house with the intent of leaving from there to go to Lakes Cafe and Pub.
We had a drink and while discussing some of the news of the day, the domino table appeared, and so we decided to play a game or two while finishing the drinks. Needless to say, one game led to two, one drink led to two and I went home between one and two.
I did accomplish one thing last evening which was to contact my lovely pal, Carrie, to see if she'd have drinks with me next week. During the domino games last night, I text'd her an invitation to meet with me and she agreed, so I'm looking forward to seeing her.
I'm going out tonight with the beautiful Rocio, an engagement that we've postponed for two weeks, ostensibly to my favorite AREA 51 watering hole, Lakes Cafe and Pub. There's a good chance, however, that we'll sneak over to "The Alibi" (formerly Krystel's Restaurant and Lounge, 'cause she used to work there a few years back and she wants to see what they've done with the new place. I'll try to remember to take a few pictures tonight.
Possum S. Hemmingway is the given name of my cat, who I affectionately refer to as "Shithead", so everyone thinks that's what the "S" stands for in his name. This is incorrect, because the "S" stands for "Steve", but I digress. He apparently enjoys being near me, including claiming his particular area on my bed at night.
The problem is that Shithead snores ! The sound is sort of like a slight whistle combined with a low goose type honk (which I think is in the key of A flat). When I am very tired, I quietly slip into a coma and a hurricane would not wake me.
There are times however, that I'm weary, but I cannot fall asleep. I lie down and assume the position and just about the time I drift off, Shithead jumps onto the bed, claims his position (whether I happen to be occupying same or not) and begins his ritual of cleaning and licking, which for some reason has to be done before going to sleep.
Once he has completed the ritual, he curls up and immediately goes to sleep. Thinking that the calm has returned, I again try to go to sleep and the show begins.... hooonnnnk, whistle....hooonnnk, whistle. Sometimes he just goes haaagh...haaagh, ad nauseum. It's at this point in time that I just get up, go to the computer and do something, anything, awaiting the point where my mind just gives up and I hit the sack.
I know that there are some of you that are well aware that this is true because I've received many of your emails and alerts at that time of the morning. My cat has many more little habits that are aggravating and since a picture's worth a thousand words, here's one of his favorite acts...
The Pictures: Signs, signs, everywhere signs. Do this, don't do that.... Yeah, they're everywhere, some funny, some not. It's a sign of the times (pun intended).
This Date In History: 1800; The U.S. Library of Congress is established in the Capitol building in Washington, D.C.; it moves to its own quarters in 1897. 1898; Spain declares war on the United States, ignoring an ultimatum to withdraw from Cuba. 1916; Irish nationalists, rebelling against British rule, seize key buildings in Dublin and proclaim Ireland an independent republic in the Easter Rebellion. 1967; Soviet cosmonaut Vladimir Komarov is the first person to die during a space mission when the Soyuz I crashes to earth. 1981; IBM introduces its first personal computer, the IBM PC; its enormous success soon leads competitors to clone the machine.
Birthdays: Edmund Cartwright, inventor (1743), Robert Penn Warren, novelist, poet and critic (1905), Shirley MacLaine, actress and author (1934), Barbra Streisand, singer, actress, director and producer (1942).
The Hits Just Keep On Coming: Today's menu is rated G and has the Good Bartending Seal of Approval.
A man was in his front yard mowing grass when an attractive blonde neighbor came out of her house and went straight to her mailbox. She opened it, then slammed it shut, and stormed back in her house. A little later, she came out of her house again, went to the mailbox, opened it and slammed it shut again. Angered, she again stormed back in her house.
As the man was getting ready to edge the lawn, she came out yet again. She marched to the mailbox, opened it, and then slammed it shut harder than ever. Puzzled by her actions, the man asked, "Is something wrong?" The blond replied "There certainly is! My stupid computer keeps giving me a message saying 'You've Got Mail'."
A man is driving along a highway and sees a rabbit jump out across the middle of the road. He swerves to avoid hitting it, but unfortunately the rabbit jumps right in front of the car. The driver, a sensitive man as well as an animal lover, pulls over and gets out to see what has become of the rabbit. Much to his dismay, the rabbit is dead. The driver feels so awful that he begins to cry.
A beautiful blonde woman driving down the highway sees a man crying on the side of a road and pulls over. She steps out of the car and asks man what's wrong. "I feel terrible," he explains, "I accidentally hit this rabbit and killed it."
The blonde says, "Don't worry." She runs to her car and pulls out a spray can. She walks over to the limp, dead rabbit, bends down, and sprays the contents onto the rabbit. The rabbit jumps up, waves its paw at the two of them and hops off down the road. Ten feet away the rabbit stops, turns around and waves again, he hops down the road another 10 feet, turns and waves, hops another ten feet, turns and waves, and repeats this again and again and again, until he hops out of sight.
The man is astonished. He runs over to the woman and demands, "What is in that can? What did you spray on that rabbit?" The woman turns the can around so that the man can read the label. It says, "Hair Spray - Restores life to dead hair, adds permanent wave."
That's it for today my little sweet potatos. More tomorrow.
Stay Tuned !