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Who Us? Gone Sailin’ – Part 2

November 20th, 2010 · 6 Comments · Humor, Perspective, Photos, Videos, Reflections, Stories, Tom & Me, Uncategorized

I ended last time with us getting to the boat to go sailing.  For one who was once a real sailor, I had somehow turned into a big scaredy cat.  Tom climbed all over the boat and around getting the lines to the pier off, getting the sails uncovered and getting those lines ready to go.

He also had to get the swing keel down in the water under the boat and get  the small outboard motor going to get us out of the harbor.  Every step he took, I was afraid he was going to fall off the boat.  I tried to keep out of the way and kept yelling to him, “Be careful!”

I knew that if he fell in the water, there was no way I could get him back on board.  Once we got under way, it was even worse.  If he fell off the boat out from the harbor, I had no clue how to stop the boat and turn it around.

Well – I could slow it down a whole lot, I knew, but letting the sheets go loose to the jib and mainsail, but after that – I dreaded to think.

Tom listened to me patiently, but finally tried to quiet me by saying, “Dee – I do this all the time, I know what I’m doing and I’m being careful.  Everything will be okay.”

It became easier once we were under way and I began to really enjoy myself.  Then, the lessons began.  You see – sailors have a totally different vocabulary.

For instance, there are no ropes on a boat.  Only lines and sheets.  Sheets are the “ropes” that attach to the sails.  Thus, our boat has jib (the forward, smaller sail) sheets and main sheets (the large, duh, main sail).  The rest of the many “ropes” on the boats are lines.

Also, there are no door or walls on a boat.  The “door” is the hatch and the “walls” are all bulkheads.  The right side on the boat, facing the front, is starboard and the left side is port.  The front of the boat is the bow, while the back of the boat is the stern.  The vocabulary goes on and on endlessly, but I learned enough to sound semi-intelligent by asking many times, “So . . . what’s this do-hicky?”

Captain Tom was really proud to have me on board, except for one thing.  You see, in the three years now he’s had the boat, he has not let one person use the little port-a-potty because he didn’t want to have to later empty out the holding tank, etc.  I told him there was no way I could go out for several hours without using it.  He uses a jug he bought especially for that purpose, himself, and then empties it over the side and washes it out.  So, he said, “Don’t you think you could just use that?  It has a wide mouth on it, Dee?  Come on.  Try it.  I don’t want to have to mess with the port-a-potty.”

I popped a canned drink and said . . . well – you don’t really want to know what I said.  ha!

So . . . while most people christen boats with a bottle of champagne across the bow, I christened Tom’s boat by peeing in the port-a-potty.  Hey – it worked for me!

By the way – have you taken a good look at the photo above?  See anything amiss?  Think about it and comment if you think you know.  I’m not going to tell you till everyone has had a good guess (or bad one).

We sailed out to Cat Island, a barrier island about seven miles out and then turned around to start back while eating our roast beef sandwiches.  We saw a couple of dolphins swimming across our bow and a loon in the water giving it’s lonesome cry.  Loons are fun to watch fishing.  They dive into the water and take forever to come back to the surface.  Neat birds.

We got back into the harbor and the slip about 4 p.m.  I had intended to captain the boat some myself while we were out, but Tom used his auto tiller the entire time, which guides the boat on whatever course he sets.  It’s a pretty neat instrument that I got him the first year he had the boat.  It’s really a necessary item for someone who wants to sail alone.

The auto tiller lets Tom do what he does best, which you can see in the photo above.  Lean against the “bulkhead” and enjoy being out on the water!

I had a great time and can’t wait to go out again now that I’ve taken the plunge and gone the first time.  Y’all come see us and we’ll take you out!  Don’t worry if you need a potty break, either.  Now that it’s been christened, Tom has relented and said it could be used again.  It wasn’t the end of the world to have to bring home the small holding tank to empty out.  I figure that was what it was made for, ya know?

Cheers!  And many blessings to each of you today!  Dee

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Who, Us? Gone Sailin’!! – Part 1

November 16th, 2010 · 5 Comments · Friends, Humor, Perspective, Reflections, Stories, Tom & Me, Uncategorized

I DID it!!

I took the plunge Saturday and christened Tom’s sailboat - Item 7 – with my lovely presence.  I also officially christened it another way, but I’ll get to that in a minute.

He’s only had the boat three years, after all.  I had to make sure he could handle it well and that it was safe to venture out, you know.  A girl can’t be too careful these days.  I figured that by now with all of the stuff I’ve had to get him for the boat (that he just had to have to safely and comfortably sail, you know) it should be fit for a Queen to sail.

You’d think so, anyway.  I mean, he’s awfully proud of it and has been sailing a lot this fall, after a very late start this year.  He went sailing a couple of days last week, the weather has been so gorgeous.  But, he wanted me to go out with him so he could show off his “other” love (besides me).

We were going to go Friday, but it was too windy.  Saturday it was perfect weather, and I do mean, perfect for sailing.  Good breezes, but not blowing hard.  Mid-70s, bright and sunny and very few clouds.

I made us roast beef sandwiches and got out the potato chips while he got an ice chest of drinks for us to take.  We took jackets with us, but didn’t need those at all, and we headed out.  The 40 minute drive over to the coast was lovely; about half way there we hit the beach.  It was the kind of day you want to last forever when you’re starting out, ya know?  Have you ever had one of those?  The kind that makes you want to exclaim, “This is the BEST day of my life!”

(That’s actually an inside joke for our friend, Ron, who took Tom & me sailing one fall day several years ago while his wife, Debra, was having to work.  It was much cooler that day and the wind was stronger, but it was fantastic.  I took over sailing the boat as Tom & Ron took a break.  We were really heeled over and I was laughing out loud at the thrill of it all.  Ron called Debra and told her what I just said above.  When the conversation was finished, Ron turned to us sheepishly and said, “Don’t ever tell your wife you’re having the best day of your life when she’s not with you!”  We still laugh about that all the time all of these years later.  Just a hint for you guys out there.)

We hauled everything out to the boat in the slip and Tom started packing things aboard.  Then we came to the first “tricky” part.  Tom’s little “finger” pier that runs out along side the boat in the harbor for getting on and off the boat (that was there when he got the slip) is narrow and rickety.  It’s probably 15′ long, without a center brace pole beneath it, so it wobbles.  That fact, plus the facts that I’m (1) scared of heights – I was probably 6′ above the water, (2) have a fear of water, strange as that may be for a sailor – which I used to be(!), (3) you have to step across on to the moving boat – small ones are move around more than bigger ones, and (4) I hadn’t been out on a boat at all  in 5 1/2 years, all made me scared – to – death – momentarily.

Tom went ahead of me, while I gripped his hand and arm ferociously until I was safely down on the finger pier, out to the end of it, and then safely across and down on the boat.  Whew!  That was a feat for someone who used to be so cool about sailing.  I mean, I was the one who bought a Hobie 18′ with wings 22 years ago when I was living over there on the coast!  Here’s a photo of one like mine (sails and all), except mine had bright turquoise hulls and trampoline :

I used to do THAT!!  What the guy in the photo is doing.  You wear what they call a “butt bucket,” which is a diaper-like sling you get into, and then you get on the high side of the boat as it’s traveling rapidly through the water.  What fun!!

Tom & I went sailing all the time (as you may remember from some of my posts several years ago, when we still had the Hobie).  We kept the catamaran for 15 years and had always had a blast with it.  We’re way past those days, but not past good sailing days, as I so hesitantly found out Saturday.

I’ve lots more to share with you, but don’t want to take up your entire day, so will stop here.  The first photo above shows Tom next to the tiller sailing the boat.  The photo wasn’t taken Saturday, as we forgot to take our camera and Tom, much to his dismay, but my delight, forgot to take his phone that takes pictures.  But, he had that exact same shirt on and shorts and was barefoot most of the afternoon.

Next time, I’ll delve into (1) the language and culture of sailing and (2) how I came to christened the boat, other than by my presence on it.  I’ll also try to give you a descriptive “tour” of the boat.

Till then . . . Cheers!  And many blessings to each of you today! Dee

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In Honor of Stupid People . . .

November 11th, 2010 · 1 Comment · Uncategorized

In Honor of Stupid People . . . .

In case you needed further proof that the human race is doomed through stupidity, here are some actual label instructions on consumer goods.

On a Sears hairdryer — Do not use while sleeping.

(That’s the only time I have to work on my hair.)

On a bag of Fritoes — You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside.

(the shoplifter special?)

On a bar of Dial soap — “Directions: Use like regular soap.”

(and that would be???….)

On some Swanson frozen dinners — “Serving suggestion: Defrost.”

(but, it’s just a suggestion.)

On Tesco’s Tiramisu dessert (printed on bottom) –”Do not turn upside down.”

(well…duh, a bit late, huh!)

On Marks & Spencer Bread Pudding — “Product will be hot after heating.”

(…and you thought????…)

On packaging for a Rowenta iron — “Do not iron clothes on body.”

(but wouldn’t this save me time?)

On Boot’s Children Cough Medicine — “Do not drive a car or operate machinery after taking this medication.”

(We could do a lot to reduce the rate of construction and auto accidents if we could just get those 5 & 6 year-olds with head-colds out of the cars and off those bulldozers.)

On Nytol Sleep Aid — “Warning: May cause drowsiness.”

(…I’m taking this because???….)

On most brands of Christmas lights — “For indoor or outdoor use only.”

(as opposed to what?)

On a Japanese food processor — “Not to be used for the other use.”

(now, somebody out there, help me on this. I’m a bit curious.)

On Sainsbury’s peanuts — “Warning: contains nuts.”

(talk about a news flash- What did you expect?? )

On an American Airlines packet of nuts — “Instructions: Open packet, eat nuts.”

(Step 3: say what?)

On a child’s Superman costume — “Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly.”

(I don’t blame the company. I blame the parents for this one.)

On a Swedish chainsaw — “Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands or genitals.”

(Oh my , was there a lot of this happening somewhere?)

Now that you’ve smiled at least once, it’s your turn to spread the stupidity and show this to someone you want to bring a smile to (maybe even chuckle)…

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Interesting Trivia: Fact or Fiction?

November 8th, 2010 · 2 Comments · Historical, Humor, Uncategorized

Hmmm, I wonder about some of the but they all seem logical:

In George Washington’s days, there were no cameras. One’s image was either sculpted or painted. Some paintings of George Washington showed him standing behind a desk with one arm behind his back while others showed both legs and both arms. Prices charged by painters were not based on how many people were to be painted, but by how many limbs were to be painted. Arms and legs are ‘limbs,’ therefore painting them would cost the buyer more. Hence the expression, ‘Okay, but it’ll cost you an arm and a leg.’ (Artists know hands and arms are more difficult to paint)

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As incredible as it sounds, men and women took baths only twice a year (May and October) Women kept their hair covered, while men shaved their heads (because of lice and bugs) and wore wigs. Wealthy men could afford good wigs made from wool. They couldn’t wash the wigs, so to clean them they would carve out a loaf of bread, put the wig in the shell, and bake it for 30 minutes. The heat would make the wig big and fluffy, hence the term ‘big wig.’ Today we often use the term ‘here comes the Big Wig’ because someone appears to be or is powerful and wealthy.

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In the late 1700′s, many houses consisted of a large room with only one chair. Commonly, a long wide board folded down from the wall, and was used for dining. The ‘head of the household’ always sat in the chair while everyone else ate sitting on the floor. Occasionally a guest, who was usually a man, would be invited to sit in this chair during a meal. To sit in the chair meant you were important and in charge. They called the one sitting in the chair the ‘chair                                  man.’ Today in business, we use the expression or title ‘Chairman’ or ‘Chairman of the Board..’

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Personal hygiene left much room for improvement. As a result, many women and men had developed acne scars by adulthood. The women would spread bee’s wax over their facial skin to smooth out their complexions. When they were speaking to each other, if a woman began to stare at another woman’s face she was told, ‘mind your own bee’s wax.’ Should the woman smile, the wax would crack, hence the term ‘crack a smile’. In addition, when they sat too close to the fire, the wax would melt . . . Therefore, the expression ‘losing face.’

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Ladies wore corsets, which would lace up in the front. A proper and dignified woman, as in ‘straight laced’. . Wore a tightly tied lace.

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Common entertainment included playing cards. However, there was a tax levied when purchasing playing cards but only applicable to the ‘Ace of Spades.’ To avoid paying the tax, people would purchase 51 cards instead. Yet, since most games require 52 cards, these people were thought to be stupid or dumb because they weren’t ‘playing with a full deck.’

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Early politicians required feedback from the public to determine what the people considered important. Since there were no telephones, TV’s or radios, the politicians sent their assistants to local taverns, pubs, and bars. They were told to ‘go sip some ale’ and listen to people’s conversations and political concerns.. Many assistants were dispatched at different times. ‘You go sip here’ and ‘You go sip there.’ The two words ‘go sip’ were eventually combined when referring to the local opinion and, thus we have the term ‘gossip.’

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At local taverns, pubs, and bars, people drank from pint and quart-sized containers. A bar maid’s job was to keep an eye on the customers and keep the drinks coming. She had to pay close attention and remember who was drinking in ‘pints’ and who was drinking in ‘quarts,’ hence the term minding your ‘P’s and ‘Q’s

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One more and betting you didn’t know this!

In the heyday of sailing ships, all war ships and many freighters carried iron cannons. Those cannons fired round iron cannon balls. It was necessary to keep a good supply near the cannon. However, how to prevent them from rolling about the deck? The best storage method devised was a square-based pyramid with one ball on top, resting on four resting on nine, which rested on sixteen. Thus, a supply of 30 cannon balls could be stacked in a small area right next to the cannon. There was only one problem…how to prevent the bottom layer from sliding or rolling from under the others. The solution was a metal plate called a ‘Monkey’ with 16 round indentations.

However, if this plate were made of iron, the iron balls would quickly rust to it. The solution to the rusting problem was to make ‘Brass Monkeys.’ Few landlubbers realize that brass contracts much more and much faster than iron when chilled.

Consequently, when the temperature dropped too far, the brass indentations would shrink so much that the iron cannonballs would come right off the monkey. Thus, it was quite literally, ‘Cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey.’ (All this time, you thought that was an improper expression, didn’t you.)

If you don’t send this fabulous bit of historic knowledge to any and all your unsuspecting friends, your floppy is going to fall off your hard drive and kill your mouse.

Forgiving isn’t forgetting. It is letting go of the hurt.

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Let’s Hear It For The Dallas Cowboys!!

November 6th, 2010 · 5 Comments · Friends, Humor, Uncategorized

I’m stooping to a new low today.  Picking fun at Tom’s beloved Dallas Cowboys.  (Or, as he has been saying of late, “Stupid Cowboys.”)  He’s always been a big Cowboys fan.  Especially since after he lived in Dallas in the late 1960s and was in the Air National Guard with several of the top notch members of the team, who had to come to guard drills just like he did.

He has lots of stories to tell of those fun days when he was a fireman in the Guard putting out “fake” fires in drills.  On more than one occasion, they were sent to march in parades as a “civilian” military unit, and you can figure how well that went.  I mean, Tom loves music more than anyone else I know, but cannot carry a tune in a bucket, bless his heart.  Nor, can he keep rhythm.  Think, can’t march in cadence.  And, you can figure a bunch of big burly Cowboys backs and defensive ends trying to do so.

Anyway, our good friends, Larry & Dorothy, send the following questions, with answers, to Tom yesterday.  Even he had to laugh.  You have to admit, they’re funny.  So, I thought I’d share them with you all since we probably won’t be having any laughs about how well Dallas is playing tomorrow (Sunday).  I have to say, though, they have a terrific stadium!  In fact, the Super Bowl this year will be played there.  Nice venue.   So . . . here goes:

Q. What do you call 47 millionaires around a TV watching the Super Bowl?

A. The Dallas Cowboys

Q. How do you keep a Dallas Cowboy out of your yard?

A. Put up a goal post.

Q. What do you call a Dallas Cowboy with a Super Bowl ring?

A. Old

Q. What’s the difference between the Dallas Cowboys and A dollar bill?

A.  You can still get four quarters out of a dollar bill.

Q. How many Dallas Cowboys does it take to win a Super Bowl?

A. Nobody remembers.

Q. What do the Cowboys and a possums have in common?

A. Both play dead at home and get killed on the road!

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How To Start A Fight

October 30th, 2010 · 3 Comments · Friends, Humor

Received these from a school friend today.  He & I lived on neighboring farms in west Texas and rode the school bus together, beginning in 4th Grade.  I dreamed about all of my school classmates last night and we were all young – high school age or just a bit older.  We were all thin and the guys had all their hair, which is more than I can say for us all now.  But, we’re all still close, you know?!  Many I’ve re-connected with on FB, although a core 20-25 of us have kept up with each other all through the years and several reunions.

Some of the quips below have been around before, but some are new to me and today seems like a day to have fun, being Halloween Eve and all.  Enjoy and comment if you can think of some more good ways to start a fight!

Cheers!  Dee

One year, I decided to buy my mother-in-law a cemetery plot as a
Christmas gift…
The next year, I didn’t buy her a gift.
When she asked me why, I replied,
“Well, you still haven’t used the gift I bought you last year!”
And that’s how the fight started…

My wife and I were watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were
in bed.
I turned to her and said, ‘Do you want to have Sex?’
‘No,’ she answered. I then said,
‘Is that your final answer?’
She didn’t even look at me this time, simply saying, ‘Yes..’
So I said, “Then I’d like to phone a friend.”
And that’s when the fight started…

I took my wife to a restaurant.
The waiter, for some reason, took my order first.
“I’ll have the rump steak, rare, please.”
He said, “Aren’t you worried about the mad cow?”
“Nah, she can order for herself.”
And that’s when the fight started…

My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school reunion, and
she kept staring at a drunken man swigging his drink as he sat alone at
a nearby table.
I asked her, “Do you know him?”
“Yes”, she sighed,
“He’s my old boyfriend…. I understand he took to drinking right after
we split up those many years ago, and I hear he hasn’t been sober
since.”
“My God!” I said, “Who would think a person could go on celebrating that
long?”
And then the fight started…

When our lawn mower broke and wouldn’t run, my wife kept hinting to me
that I should get it fixed.  But, somehow I always had something else to
take care of first, the shed, the boat, making beer.. Always something
more important to me. Finally she thought of a clever way to make her
point.
When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass,
busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. I watched
silently for a short time and then went into the house.  I was gone only
a minute, and when I came out again I handed her a toothbrush. I said,
“When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the
driveway.”  The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a
limp.

My wife sat down next to me as I was flipping channels.
She asked, “What’s on TV?”
I said, “Dust.”
And then the fight started…

Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, and
slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked up the boat up to the  van,
and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour. The wind was
blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio,
and discovered that the weather would be bad all day. I went back into
the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed.
I cuddled up to my wife’s back, now with a different anticipation, and
whispered, “The weather out there is terrible.”
My loving wife of 5 years replied, “And, can you believe my stupid
husband is out fishing in that?”
And that’s how the fight started…

My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary.
She said, “I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3
seconds.”
I bought her a bathroom scale.
And then the fight started…

After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social
Security.  The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver’s License
to verify my age.  I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my
wallet at home.  I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would
have to go home and come back later.
The woman said, ‘Unbutton your shirt’.
So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair.
She said, ‘That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me’ and
she processed my Social Security application.
When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the
Social Security office…
She said, ‘You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten
disability, too.’
And then the fight started…

My wife was standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.
She was not happy with what she saw and said to me, “I feel horrible; I
look old, fat and ugly.  I really need you to pay me a compliment.’
I replied, “Your eyesight’s damn near perfect.”
And then the fight started…

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1955 FORD THUNDERBIRD and The Conversations That Went With It!

October 26th, 2010 · 6 Comments · Historical, Humor, Uncategorized

Comments made in the year 1955!
(That’s 55 years ago!)

‘I’ll tell you one thing, if things keep going the way
they are, it’s going to be impossible
To buy a week’s groceries for $20.00.

‘Have you seen the new cars coming out next year?
It won’t be long before $2,000.00 will only buy a
used one.

‘If cigarettes keep going up in price,
I’m going to quit.
A quarter a pack is ridiculous.

‘Did you hear the post office is thinking about
charging a dime just to mail a letter?

‘If they raise the minimum wage to $1.00,
Nobody will be able to hire outside help at the store. ‘

‘When I first started driving,
Who would have thought gas would someday cost 29 cents a gallon..
Guess we’d be better off leaving the car in the garage.

‘I’m afraid to send my kids to the movies any more..
Ever since they let Clark Gable get by with saying
DAMN in GONE WITH THE WIND,
It seems every new movie has either HELL or DAMN in it.

‘I read the other day where some scientist thinks
it’s possible to put a man on the moon by the
end of the century.
They even have some fellows they call astronauts
preparing for it down in  Texas  .

‘Did you see where some baseball player just signed a
contract for $75,000 a year just to play ball?
It wouldn’t surprise me if someday they’ll be
making more than the President.

‘I never thought I’d see the day all our kitchen
appliances would be electric.
They are even making electric typewriters now.

‘It’s too bad things are so tough nowadays..
I see where a few married women are having to work
to make ends meet.

‘It won’t be long before young couples are going to
have to hire someone
To watch their kids so they can both work.

‘I’m afraid the Volkswagen car is going to open the
door to a whole lot of foreign business.

‘Thank goodness I won’t live to see the day when the
Government takes half our income in taxes.
I sometimes wonder if we are electing the best
people to congress.

‘The drive-in restaurant is convenient in nice weather,
But I seriously doubt they will ever catch on.

‘There is no sense going to Lincoln
or Omaha anymore for a weekend,
It costs nearly $15.00 a night to stay in a hotel.

‘No one can afford to be sick anymore,
At $35.00 a day in the hospital it’s too rich for
my blood.’

‘If they think I’ll pay 50 cents for a hair cut, forget it.’

Y’all have a great day, hear?!  Many blessings to each of you!  Cheers!  Dee

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