Rinda, Rinda.........

I have no idea what that was all about......just seemed like the thing to say.

Come on, try it. "Rinda, Rinda......" Just seems to feel good.
Heh,

Wollf

The Daily Show and The Berkely Marines....

Just saw this....I don't watch the Daily Show....but this was funny. Undercover with Code Pinko.....it's at:

Curmudgeonly and Skeptical

Enjoy.......
Wollf

A Three Hour tour........

Just sit right back and I'll tell a tale, a tale of a fateful trip......

Mary Ann.....My very own Mary Ann......Never was a Ginger kinda Wollf. Beautiful, Girl next Door....ahh the adolescent fantasies of a young Wollfling....That was her then.

The Professor had nary a clue......



This is Mary Ann today.....


A surprise birthday party for Dawn Wells, the actress who played Mary Ann on "Gilligan's Island," ended with a nearly three-hour tour of the Teton County sheriff's office and jail when the 69-year-old was caught with marijuana in her vehicle while driving home.

Wells is now serving six months' unsupervised probation for the crime. She was sentenced Feb. 29 to five days in jail, fined $410.50 and placed on probation after pleading guilty to one count of reckless driving.

"I exited my patrol vehicle and immediately was able to smell a strong odor of burning marijuana," arresting Officer Gutierrez wrote in his report. "As I approached the vehicle I noticed all four window (sic) of the vehicle were lowered and the female driver was not wearing a jacket."

When Gutierrez asked her why he could smell marijuana, Wells reportedly told him that she'd just given a ride to three hitchhikers and had dropped them off when they began smoking something. (Oh sure, Mary Ann....he's Never heard THAT one before....)

When Gutierrez searched the car, he found three half-smoked joints in the ashtray and console, according to the report. A second search after Wells' arrest netted a fourth half-smoked joint and two small cases used to store marijuana, Gutierrez said.
After Wells failed a field sobriety test, she was handcuffed and taken to the sheriff's office

Mary Ann in Handcuffs !!!
And she's almost Seventy years old....and still smokin' the Ganja?
Sheesh, next thing, you're gonna tell me that the Governor of New York is involved in a Prostitution Scandal......

Wollf

Another bit of Silliness.......

Oh my friggin' Goodness......I seem to have done it again. Insert large furry Paw directly in throat.....bypass mouth and go directly to choke myself......

Yah see, I just stopped in at the Market that I frequent....heck, I almost live there .......owned and operated by "christian" Arabs....which by the way actually probably means Agnostic.....but at least they're not mooslime....

Yes, I do actually have a problem with that....too friggin' bad. Please deal with it. Oh yah, the story......Eddie (Yah, right....actually Eck-(phlegm)-muud), owns the store.....Eddie was working the counter and asked for a story about my trip.

I told him about Key West, and what a wonderful time I had there with M'Lady. I expounded.......just as two very large young fellahs walked in....removing their motorcycle helmets, about walking down Duval street.

We mosied by an outdoor bar area where about eight or so Men were sitting and watching and commenting on the passers by.

A young feller, sans shirt, reasonably fit, rode by on his rented mo-ped.....you know the noise when you jack the accelerator on a mo-ped? Kinda like a vrooo-blehh instead of a VRROOOMM....yannow?

He cruises by, feeling all full of himself, and one of the Men shouts out, "HO---MO......". Poor kid, some day he might grow into a Harley....well at least maybe a Honda.....

M'Lady and I laughed for at least two blocks about the absurdity and the "lesson" in self worth that the boy got....heh.

Sooooooo.....I related the story to Eddie in the presence of these two Large young men......I paid, said howdy to the fellahs, and made my exit.

Just outside the store was a mo-ped.

I looked at it. I looked back inside the store. They looked back at me.

I kinda figured that "it was on", and steeled myself for a well deserved beat down.

Kid came out, looked at me and said, "We borrowed my sisters mo-ped. It's not ours."

I said that I figgered t'wasn't......and escaped with most of my dignity and all of my body intact. Dammnation, I have got to learn to look around a bit before I spout off....

Good kids. Bad grownup. Lesson learned.

It was funny though......
Wollf

Just what the Hell is a Cowgirl?......huh?

Well, first, I s'pose we should havta define Cow....Boy, and mostly, actually Only, because the basic and few definitions of "Cowgirl" are summed up with "A Female Cowboy".

(Well.....then it goes on to explain se%ual positions and such, but THAT is not what we're talking about here.....get your minds out of the gutter...)

Cowboy...according to Webster, means.....

1. A hired man, especially in the western United States, who tends cattle and performs many of his duties on horseback. Also called cowman, cowpoke, cowpuncher; also called regionally buckaroo, vaquero, waddy2. See Regional Note at vaquero.
2. An adventurous hero.
3. Slang A reckless person, such as a driver, pilot, or manager, who ignores potential risks in order to complete a task.

So then.....let us examinate these three items......hmmm, Yup on "One", been there and done that....head fracture number one happened under those circumstances......

"Two"......never ever thought of me self in the "hero" mode.....but adventurous? I s'pose we would have to give another yup to that one. (Fracture number two)...I have said to my self on several occasions, "Self? WTF are you doing in a situation like this?" Then I would get whatever I was doing....Done, and extricate myself as quickly as possible from that damnable "Dangers" proximity.

"Three"?.......Oh smokes....I s'pose that fits fairly well....unless it involves either Elephants....or the IRS. I seem to be slightly afraid of both of them....equally. (yes, elephants. They eat People, of that I'm sure. I saw "Elephant Walk" when I was five years old........still kinda get the shivers....

Wait, where was I? Reading back....have some patience....da da dalala.....Oh Yah!

On the way home....rather late, I was listening to the local Country radio station, and heard George Strait singing about Cowgirls.......When I was a young Wollf, they were the "stuff".

Ladies who wore satin breeches, had the strength to control an ornery horse, head or tail cattle, tote hay along with a Man, cuss when needed......a Woman who was sure of herself........One that you could count on when the chips were down.....

But.....one that felt sure of herself enough to drop the veneer of "tough" and get down to the proper business of just plain being a partner and a lover and a friend. All "girlie" like and stuff......

A true Lady, that's not above telling her Man to perform an impossible anatomical feat if he deserves it, and yet ready and able to give him a sweetheart of a hug when he occasionally needs it.......yah, sometimes we do.....

So, to you Ladies, whether you be from Tombstone, Boulder, Santa Fe or Brooklyn.....A Cowgirl is exactly what you might be.....

Excuse the Animes, but heck, I thought they were kinda cute.



Yes....more about the vacation later....I just get in moods....Crazier than a Palmetto Bug, don't ya know.....

G'nite,
Wollf

Just For Fun.....

I can't remember if I've posted this before.....and some of you may have seen it by now, but....hey, it's my Blog, and it just plain friggin' cracks me up.

Indiand.....as in from India....Music, with English sub-titles...well, kinda. It's actually just what the writer "thought" the darn words sound like in English.

Hit it, Benny Lava!



Is Dude the stuff, or what?
Heh.

Wollf

Back in So-Cal Again..........

Writing shall now re-commence.......well, as of tomorrow. Ol' Wollfie seems to be exhausted. Wow, what a time.....a lifetime of memories in ten short days.....I've done that before, as have all of you probably, but this "new" Wollf....well, it just feels different.

I didn't know how to .....umm, heck I don't really know the word. Appreciate might well be close. The ADD.....'member the couple of head fractures? Kept me from really being in the moment. This trip, and a wonderful one it was, will be in my mind for a Long, Long time.

And......I was Blessed with spending it with a Lady who.....got my off kilter way of thinking. I don't know as I have laughed so much....at People, at myself, at my Companion......so much, and so irreverently, and so "safely" ever before in my life.

As of tomorrow, I shall be recounting some of the goofier....and some of the more thoughtful moments of the trip.......

For now though, I'll leave you with a photo that I took that really summed up the ironically humorous aspect of the trip. I almost want a variant of this sign, which we noticed in Key West, as the Epitaph for my gravestone someday.

Because a Life, no matter who you are, or what you accomplish, is really just a Life. Do what you are able with yours. Help where you can....but don't Ever be ashamed if you do your best.

Heck......the Building that this sign is on.....is still there. Be memorable, even in your "Normality"....



1897.....Nothing happened. My mind sees that as an understatement of greatness. There are a lot of years between that and today that aren't and can't be mentioned on the Plaque.

Just like me. I've had years like that....Nothing Happened. And I've had years....oh my goodness, that can never be mentioned....I shall meditate on this "silliness", and embark upon my Path again, looking forward to Something Happening.......

How about you?
Good to be back.
A bit melancholy too........

But Something is Happening Folkes !! heh.

Wollf