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Sunday Stealing: I Peed My Pants

Published on May 20, 2012 in Baby Boomer, Blogging, Cars, Childhood, Costa Rica, Empty Nesters, Family, Holy Shit! Lookit This!, kentucky, Random, Sunday Stealing, Technology and Writing. 0 Comments Tags: .


Sunday Stealing: The Imaginary Meme, Part One

1. Have you ever peed your pants as an adult?
Full throttle empty my bladder peeing? No. Leakage? Yes. Carbonated drinks really do me in. One time I was trying to making it home from a day of kayaking and just. couldn’t. hold. it. I leaked. But I totally relieved myself in the yard. It’s good to be the guy. BTW: in Costa Rica, it is very common to see cab drivers and truckers peeing alongside the road. Very.
2. Who do you have a celebrity crush on now? I share a crush with St. Todd deCubbville on Sofia Vergara. Just looked at her website and I’ll probably be spending more time there. I also like Kim Spradlin the winner of Survivor: One World.
3. Would you date someone you met online?
No looking, but I know at least two couples my age that met online. So, yeah.
4. Do you wear underwear always?
No. You don’t want to know more, right?
5. Do you hate yourself at times?
No.
7. Do you like dirty movies?
Well, “dirty”? Raunchy, racy yes.
8. Could you believe Josha Ledet was voted off Idol?
Who? We didn’t watch one episode for the last two seasons.
9. When was the last time that you bought a car?
That would be the Dodge Magnum Station Wagon Kayak Hauler
10. Have you ever been camping?
Yes, a lot when I was a kid. We guys from the neighborhood would load up a small hay trailer and hook it to the back of the John Deere and off we would go to a local river, forest or lake.
My parents like to camp too, so we took a lot of camping vacations. As an adult, I took a hiatus because Nanc’ also camped as a kid and hated it. My last camp-out was an overnighter on the Barren River whilst kayaking.
11. How many times a day do you go on facebook?
Three.
12. What was the last movie you saw in a theater?
I Don’t Know, starring Can’t Remember and I Forget. It’s been at least two years.
13. Have you ever worried that you’d cut off a limb?
Many times. Assuming you meant a body part. I draw blood a lot when hacking the greenery.
14. Where did you get your last email from?
 65.111.175.195
15. Favorite website?
16. Are you down with ghetto?
I don’t know what that means
17. Will the world end in fire or ice?
Icy Hot
18. Do you believe in the afterlife?
No.
19. Would you be upset if facebook stopped working?
No. It would be a good thing for all of humanity.
20. How did you start your blog?
How or why? How? I use WordPress, Bluehost.com and GoDaddy.com

The Little Girls Like Me

Published on May 15, 2012 in Baby Boomer, Childhood and Costa Rica. 0 Comments

For some reason, the little girls like me. To a grumpy old man (which I CAN be) this can be rather off-putting. It’s been a long long time since our girls were this little. But we made some pretty good memories at the time and I think I made some good memories with the two latest young girls in my life.

A while back Abby came to visit from Tennessee along with her Granny who is raising her. Abby is eight. We had a great time while she was here, mostly because she isn’t your normal 8 year old girl. (Is there such a thing?)  Abby didn’t bug me, she didn’t whine, she wasn’t demanding, she loved to help – and she followed directions. Remember the line from On Golden Pond?

What’s the point of having a dwarf if they don’t do chores?

 


When Abby was around the hardest thing for me was finding chores for her. She can’t mow the lawn or clean the gutters, so she was the designated pool-cleaner.

Now Nazareth, the 7 year old daughter of our housecleaner, has taken a liking to me.  I put her to work running some Spanish flashcards by Nancy. She shows Nancy the card with a word and then pronounces it very slowly. Amarillo is AH-MA-REE-JO. She surprised us by then saying Yellow.  I guess she’s been holding out on us that she knows some English. Not uncommon, just as we are reluctant to use Spanish, many Spanish speakers are hesitant to use English.

Today, she sat with me at the table and colored in her Little Mermaid book. She gave me a refresher course in Spanish of the colors.

When I got tired of that I started her pool-cleaning internship.

She should be in school. Hanging around me she’ll only pick up bad habits.

I started her tutorial on pool-cleaning.

SIR-BAY-SAH.

Geeky Animated Gif Monday – Flying Finger

Published on May 14, 2012 in Baby Boomer. 0 Comments

Bingo Costa Rica Style – Esta Buena!

Published on May 13, 2012 in Baby Boomer, Costa Rica and Entertainment. 0 Comments Tags: .

As Bulbous pointed out: We are not old enough to be regulars on the bingo circuit. But one evening we passed by the school as the bingo game was breaking up and we commented that it might be kind of fun to do bingo.

We got the chance Saturday afternoon as Pat invited us to go with them to the church in their neighborhood to play bingo.

Since Pat is fluent, she promised she would help with the numbers.

Did you know Bingo callers have their own lingo when it comes to numbers? I think I knew that from U.S. bingo games… or maybe something I’ve seen on the big number program on the satellite teevee.

The caller in Atenas liked “solito” before the single digit numbers and “redondo” before 20, 30, 40, etc. (the round one.) That’s about it except for hyping the cards for the big screen teevee and the refrigerator prizes (which didn’t exist.)  The prizes were donated by parishioners and were in the category of a dozen fresh eggs, etc.

Yaddi, the best waitress in Atenas, told us that where her Mother lives the caller sings the numbers!  Now that would be cool.

We found our way to the church about 2:30 and they had already played a few games. Which is pretty remarkable because it seems that nothing in Costa Rica starts on time. The scheduled start time was 2 p.m., so the gambling bug must have bitten pretty hard for them to be rolling within 30 minutes.

Everybody was huddled around tables under big tents with a card or two in front of them. No big multi-card players here like in the states. Two seemed to be the max. Each card costs the equivalent of fifty cents.  Some used plastic discs for markers, but most used the corn kernals as we did. They provide the corn.

Bingo?  Nope. Buena! is the call when the numbers are covered correctly.

And after the card is checked the caller would say… Esta Buena! 

Nobody – out of six at our table – Buena‘d. Nada. Zilch. Pfffbbt. We must have played 100 games and we changed cards and we changed corn, I even played standing up once…all the tricks of the Bingo trade.

Hmmmmmm. Just had a thought. Bribery is supposedly the way of the world here. Wonder if that applied to church bingo? May give that a try next time.

Bribes for Bingo Buena.

Pura Vida.

 

The Joy of Tile

Published on May 8, 2012 in Baby Boomer and Holy Shit! Lookit This!. 0 Comments

I listened to a podcast the other night about Body Integrity Identity Disorder: people who want to have a limb amputated because they think it’s cool.

I think I can identify with them.

I’m enjoying the heck out of living in a house with all tile floors and no steps up or down from one room to another.

I discovered today that if I borrow Nancy’s sewing chair (an office chair) I can wheel around Casa de Lazy and never have to walk again!

I think this will probably be a new Baby Boomer trend in home design/remodeling. Along with Big Ass Tee Vees and grab bars on the wet bar, I think Baby Boomers will all live in homes with tile or laminate floors and occupants will scoot around on motorized chairs.

Kewl.

Note: If it wasn’t for the ridges on the frame of the sliding doors, I could scoot myself outside once in a while too.