Waiting for the Wings…

First off let me get in a free plug for Holties (Bar and Restaurant) in Barnhart. In my opinion, they have the “BEST TRASHED WINGS” in the area. Their regular hot wings are pretty good as well. One other bit of business before I hop into my blog topic: WHY THE HELL IS HIGHWAY M STILL CLOSED AT 55? If someone could answer that for me, that would be greeeeaaaat.

One night late last week, I sat down at the bar and placed my order with the lady bartender: a cheese burger with fries and two orders of wings to go. I ordered a batch of regular hot wings and a second for trashed wings (MINE!). This young looking Caucasian guy who introduced himself as Joshua (apparently he works at Mobil on the Run in Pevely!), obviously a bit drunk, sits down next to me and shout-talks to me about how he wanted to punch the guy in the mirror in the bathroom. I said, wouldn’t that guy in the mirror be your face? Slurring his words, he said: No actually it was your face! (he smiled warily) Diffusing the moment, I distracted him by asking how he shattered the face of his smartphone. From here he starts telling me about how great Castlewood State Park (near Ballwin, MO) is for hiking because that is where he dropped his phone face down on some rocks. I informed him that I disliked hiking but I did like dogs and often there are people walking their dogs at parks. He proceeded to show me a picture of his friend’s dog who was hiking with them earlier that day (spooky coincidence). Overhead on the bar TV the Cardinals game was over and they were recapping the low lights. Again I must remind you, Joshua was shout-talking as some drunk are want people do. The lady bartender tried to coax him into speaking in a normal inside voice but to no avail. He insisted that I add him on Snapchat but I did not have service in the bar (thanks T-Mobile!). I put on a frown and conveyed that I was unable to make that happen for him. For the ten minutes or so that I sat at the bar waiting for my food, he pretty much sat there shouting my ear off but not in mean way mind you so it wasn’t too bad. Actually I kind of took the situation as a challenge. I tried to think of random topics and mention them to him to see how he would respond.

After awhile one of the servers took pity on me and asked, “Aren’t you waiting on food?” I replied that I was indeed and she retrieved the cooked items from the prep area. Taking my take out, I bid Joshua a good night and told him to get home safe. Some people might have been annoyed by this stranger and just blew him off. But it was only ten minutes out of my life and my jaw was not wired shut so what would it hurt to talk to him? If nothing else, I think I entertained the staff of Holties by keeping this young man out of their collective hair and let them do their jobs without interruption for a bit.

Morale of my story…sometimes go with the flow and see where it takes you.

Have a great Hump Day!

Peace.

<<08-09-2017>>

Holties Pub and Restaurant – Facebook

Truss

Last night on my podcast for Sports Stalkers on the Podbean app, my co-host Jeremy incorrectly used the term apathetic when speaking about a teammate. What he meant to say was the opposite of apathetic to characterized this guy on his team. Rich Jones is a very nice guy and a heckuva good teammate.

Today I used the word truss with my girlfriend Kristi. She has been experiencing back pain and I meant to convey an apparatus to more or less girdle her and strengthen her back…but I think it came across more like the noun instead of the verb. If she went with the literal sense, I could see her mentally picturing physical outside supports around her, kind of like a vertical mine shaft.

In reviewing last night’s podcast, I was very quick to make fun of Jeremy (on Facebook) for using a word he really did not understand or obviously use all that much in his life. Now, I am here to give myself a pardon for a similar situation. In this instance, my word usage was sort of like the double play in baseball where the second baseman doesn’t actually step on the second base bag before throwing the ball to first for the out but the runner going to second is called out on the ‘in the area play’. For the record, this lazy interpretation will probably never happen again in real baseball with the implementation of instant replay, which I for one applaud. If you don’t touch the base with your foot, then there is no out!

Bottom line, sorry Jeremy you are still on the hook and I get a pass. If you do not like it…start your own blog!

Happy Monday y’all!

Peace.

<<August 7, 2017>>

Happy Belated Birthday Christina Robinson

Some of you are scrambling to the Google app to figure out who that is. But before you do, just know that yesterday was her 19th birthday. Now to end the suspense…she portrayed Astor Bennett on a Showtime series. Still drawing a blank…then let me cut to the heart of the matter. She was Rita Bennett’s daughter on one of my favorite shows of all-time: Dexter.

So Happy Belated Birthday Young Lady! To the rest of us not in the vicinity of our birthdays…back to work!  🙂

Peace.

Cadaver Dogs

Did you know there is a website called http://www.cadaverdog.com? I had not a clue until about 12 seconds ago. I was thinking to myself:

“Self?”
“Yes?”
“What are the biggest sellers for the Cadbury company during the months after Easter?”

I start typing Cadbury in the search engine and auto-fill suggests cadaver…from there my mind starts sing-songing: Cadaver Dogs, down in the swamp! (To the tune of Bob Evans…down on the farm!) Why did my mind go there? I honestly have no clue. Sometimes the track switches without warning and the train rolls on.

In scanning through some material on cadaver dogs, I was surprised to learn a few things. For me, I kind of get the doggie stereo-type of German Shepherds as the police dogs with all the detection tools. But come to find out, there are several breeds that are utilized especially when trying to locate human remains. Goldens, blood hounds, collies, beagles, pit bulls and more! So don’t be like me. Let your mind be open and receptive to the opportunities available to many dog breeds regardless of size, color or gender.

Today’s random Google search has taught me a valuable lesson in embracing the possibilities (for doggie workers). And here’s to hoping I am never in need of the cadaver dogs’ services to locate my remains somewhere down the road.

To everyone who breathes in the air on this Earth while reading my posts, keep fighting the good ‘eat healthy’ battle. If nothing else, at least try to speak the names of healthy vegetables in the hopes that invoking their names to the universe will lead to good health.

Peace.

http://www.cadaverdog.com/

CADAVER DOG BREEDS

<<07-27-2017>>

Breaking it down again

Good morning, Thursday morning (said in the cadence of: Bond, James Bond).

From time to time I like to look at the stats for my blog and it always amuses me. Far and away, most of my readers are from the United States. But it’s those second, third, fourth and fifth places that I find intriguing. I usually get a couple of handfuls of hits from the UK and Canada (what’s that all aboot, eh?). Then from there, the numbers are scattered all over the globe – literally. India, France and Germany are typically right there next in line. Occasionally I will get some Australia (g ‘day mate!) and Mexico. Rounding out the top 10, there are the hits from South Korea and Japan and I am wondering if that translation comes across as quirky or just word vomit?

Checking into my reader stats is kind of like baseball. Baseball is full of stats and it’s interesting to delve into the numbers and see how they match up. Did my post from 3 years ago all of sudden catch a current trend? Are students and information cravers from afar using my blog as an example of “if he can do it, anyone can do it”?

To the person wearing your shirt…wish me luck. Today I am attempting to publish my first blog for the company I work for and I really can’t be belligerent or overly colorful.

Off to start writing! Almost Friday!

Peace.

Reaching up…

Peter La Fleur: I found that if you have a goal, that you might not reach it. But if you don’t have one, then you are never disappointed. And I gotta tella ya … it feels phenomenal. ~~ DodgeBall: A True Underdog Story ~~

As a adult (yeah it sucks to admit I am one of those), you have to set goals and make plans or your life is nothing but one of those paper and pencil mazes with no above view. Even with planning and goals, life indiscriminately bumps your house of cards or shakes your Etch-A-Sketch.

As of this minute, my goal for today is to survive until sunset and then put away laundry. I have a list of minor tasks to accomplish some as mundane as paying bills, emptying the dish washer or remembering to eat dinner. I give myself some of those ‘gimme’ items to mentally placate myself into thinking I accomplished something for the day. Hey I marked off seven things from my list…good job me!

With six days left in July, I can still achieve my blog goal of posting 12 items for the month and hopefully draw enough interest from my readership to get more than 200 hits. It’s been a lean month but I still have faith it can happen. During the summer everyone seems to be a bit busier so I can see the drop off from 500+ (winter numbers) to around 200 when vacations and outside activities dominate people and their available time.

For those of you worldwide who check out my daily submissions (when they happen) but also my historical items, thank you. I shall try to update the entire list of posts this fall when softball drops off from six plus days per week to maybe one or two. But for now…we push along!

Happy pre-Hump Day!

Peace.