SoCS — Two Tickets To Paradise

5DD5CFB4-0AD3-4DE9-81D5-98E801347FC5Belle ran into the house and into her housemate’s room and squealed, “I got them!”

“Calm down, Belle,” Marie said. “What did you get?”

“I got two tickets to the Abominable Biggy Foote concert for me and Lenny,” Belle crowed.

“Two tickets for what?”

“It’s not for what, silly, it’s for who,” Belle laughed. “The Abominable Biggy Foote is one of Lenny’s favorite hip hop artists.”

“Oh,” said Marie, “I’ve never heard of him, but I’m not into rap music.”

“The Abominable Biggy Foote is not a he,” Belle explained. “It’s a they. There are eight members in the group.”

“I see,” Marie said, in a tone that demonstrated her total lack of interest.

“You really should give rap a try,” Belle said. “I know that, for some, rap has a bad rap, but if you give it a chance, it’s really good.”

“Whatever.”

“I got a small box to put the tickets into,” Belle said, holding the box up for Marie to see. “Do you have any Scotch tape? I need to wrap it up and give it to Lenny as a surprise when we go out to dinner tonight.”

“Sure,” Marie said, pulling a tape dispenser out of her desk drawer. “Do you need help wrapping your rap concert tickets?”

“No, I’m good,” Belle said. “I can wrap the box myself.”


Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, where we are supposed to use the words “rap/wrap” in our post. And in honor of the late Eddie Money, let me wrap up this post with this video.

I’m An Inspiration!

F68E54F8-7523-4FF4-B127-BEB75E540323It’s always nice to learn that someone appreciates you and what you do. Sadje, herself an inspiring blogger, has gifted me with The Inspiration Award. This award was created by John, The Eclectic Contrarian.

Sadje wrote, “The Inspiration Award is a token of appreciation to blog authors who have inspired you, your blog, artistic influence, and writing.”

And when she gifted me, and a handful of other bloggers, with this award, Sadje wrote, “I want to gift this award to the following bloggers for their positive role in inspiring us all in our part of blogosphere. I admire their dedication towards promoting the community spirit. And their exceptional talent and creativity.”

Aw, I’m blushing. 😊

I generally don’t pay these award nominations/gifts forward by naming other specific bloggers, since I’m inspired by all of you. But I’ve recently discovered two bloggers whose posts have inspired and informed me. So I am going to gift The Inspiration Award to:

Jill Dennison at Filosofa’s Word, and

Paula B at The Temenos Journal.

Please take a look at their blogs.

VBA!

4D60A06F-F7E9-4E49-B6B8-14A1CD1D415BI have been gifted by KKlatch22, aka Finding French Charming, with the Versatile Blogger Award, or VBA.

Having been so gifted, I am supposed to:

  • Thank the person who gave me this award.
  • Include a link to their blog.
  • Gift and notify three bloggers for the Versatile Blogger Award that I’ve recently discovered or follow regularly.
  • Finally, tell the person who gifted you five things about yourself.

Alrighty then. Thank you KKatch22 for gifting me the VBA. The link is above in the opening sentence.

As to the three bloggers I’m supposed to gift, I honestly think that most of the bloggers I follow have already received a VBA, so I’m going to gift anyone who hasn’t yet received one (or who has and would like another one) with this Versatile Blogger Award. Congratulations!

Finally, five things about me:

  1. I am retired and I love being a retiree.
  2. My wife and I have two adult kids who no longer live in our home, but who we visit with regularly.
  3. We also have a 70 pound dog and an 11 pound cat who terrorized our 70 pound dog who do live with us.
  4. I spend about eight hours a day on WordPress.
  5. This is my 2,757th since I started this blog on May 14, 2017.

Okay, that’s it. Now it’s your turn.

I’ve Never Skied Naked

62f3e412-a061-49f0-bcab-4003b9716ea9.jpegThat is not me in the picture. Just to set the record straight, I have never in my life skied naked. Yet there is a rumor floating around the blogosphere that I have, indeed done so.

It all started when Rory (A Guy Called Bloke) posted about being nominated for the Sunshine Blogger Award. In that post, he included me in the group of bloggers he nominated to pay it forward and he posed a bunch of questions, the nature of which Rory is wont to ask (i.e., weird ones).

Being the accommodating blogger that I am, I wrote a post with my answers to Rory’s weird questions. That post is HERE.

Rory’s second question asked, “What’s the most fun you have ever had without the obvious, naked?” I interpreted Rory’s question to ask about the most fun I’ve had without being naked. And so I responded, “Without being naked? Um, downhill snow skiing at Taos in New Mexico?”

Think about what I wrote. I wrote, “Without being naked?” Maybe I misunderstood Rory’s question, but my response was clearly talking about not being naked. Am I right or what?

But apparently a number of bloggers glommed on to the notion that I skied naked. I figured this misconception would eventually fizzle out.

But no. Today, Mel, over at Crushed Caramel, “gifted” me with this pair of thermal underwear. 7ADB5CB0-32D5-4A88-A7EE-ECB209E1224AShe wrote, “My first priority is a gift to Fernando* Fandango, the creator of This, That, and The Other. I would like to give the gift of thermal underwear for skiers. Specialist skiers underwear that is also aerodynamic. It won’t slow you down on the ski slopes but it will help to prevent frost bite. Frostbite can turn very nasty, so please do wear something on the slopes.”

But I already do wear thermal underwear when I go skiing because I don’t sky naked!

So, once and for all, I’ve never skied naked. I’ve been naked at a nude beach, I’ve been skinny dipping at a flooded rock quarry, and I’ve frolicked in the altogether with friends in a hot tub. But skiing naked. Uh uh!

* Don’t ask.

DWC — Doctor Strange

97631CE7-797B-45EE-976E-40B52EFF7B6AI’d been to see my regular doctor. He recommended a dermatologist who, in turn, recommended a neurologist. But none of them was able to identify the rash on my shoulders that was incessantly itching. It was driving me crazy.

As fate would have it, I was in a bar one night, telling the bartender about my mystery rash. The bartender leaned in close and said to me, “I know this doctor. He’s amazing and I love him.” He then wrote the guy’s name and number on a napkin. “This is my gift to you, pal,” he said.

The next day I called the number and the doctor said he could see me, but not until midnight. I thought that was kind of odd, but I was desperate. I took down his address and arrranged to be there at the stroke of witching hour.

The address he gave me turned out to be an old, Victorian home at the edge of town. I walked up the steps and stood on the porch of the spooky looking house, but decided I had little to lose. So I rang the bell.

A tall, strange looking man with wild hair and a somewhat sardonic grin greeted me and invited me in. I followed him into a parlor and he instructed me to remove my shirt, which I did. “Hmm,” he said when he saw my rash. He poked at my skin.

“Ooh,” I said. He pinched my skin. “Eee,” I said. Then he took a sharp instrument and pricked me with it a few times. “Ooh, ah, ah,” I screamed.

“Walla walla, bing bang!” he shouted. “I know just what to do!”

He left the room for a minute and came back with a salve that he rubbed on my shoulders. The itching instantly stopped. My rash immediately disappeared. “This is a miracle,” I said. “What kind of doctor are you, anyway?” I asked.

He grinned. “You really don’t want to know.


Written for Teresa’s Daily Writing Challenge, where the challenge is to “take a trip to the Witch Doctor — or be inspired by the following three words: love, gift, fate.