I Was Wrong Yesterday! What's New?

Okay. It takes a big man to admit when he's wrong. I'm considered a short dude, according to today's standards, but it's still difficult to admit when I'm wrong. (I used to be average height in high school, but I shrunk)

Yesterday I said I'd only get 3 "hits" on my blog, due to the fact it was Labor Day, and all you guys would be busy doing all kinds of Labor Day activities, and not have tom to read my ridiculous blog! (Tom doesn't read that well, anyway)

Well, I was wrongo, my friends! In fact, I got a LOT of "hits" on my blog yesterday! Maybe even more than usual!! 

I know it says YouTube, but change it to blog in your mind.

Here are my theories on why this phenomenal reversal of my prediction occurred...

Theory 1 : Folks don't do as much stuff as I thought, on Labor Day.  I live in the past, and think it's still like when I was a kid. Where EVERYBODY  grilled outdoors, played baseball, went swimming for the last time of the summer, drove around in their 57 Chevys, with the top down, played Horseshoes and Bottle Caps...whoa...I think I may be losing some of you here. 

My dad and his friends would take bottle caps from beer bottles, and grab a broomstick, to play a baseball type game that was much more difficult than baseball, because tiny bottle caps are harder to hit! Now, if you don't know about Horseshoes, you're too young for this blog! Just joshin' wit ya! (If you don't know what joshin' means...never mind)

Theory 2 : Three of you saw my blog, as I predicted, and you messaged everybody to click on my blog, because I said only 3 people would read it on Labor Day, just to prove me wrong! (No, I'm not paranoid)

Theory 3 : My blog is a lot more popular than I ever dreamed, in my WILDEST dreams, and it don't matter if it's Labor Day, Christmas, Boxing Day (for you in the UK and countries connected to the UK, past or present), your wedding day, or ANYTHING, you're gonna read Bloggadocious 222!!! (Bloggadocious 222 is the name of my blog, for you in Goofy Ridge)

Ha ha ha ha ha!! I had to laugh, myself, at the last theory!!! 

I guess it's not always bad to be wrong about something. Like saying I'll NEVER win the million dollar lottery and you do! Or, I have no chance in H-E- double hockey sticks, to win an Olympic gold medal, and there you are, standing on the platform, while they put the gold medal for hockey around your neck!! 

So, I can say I'm happy about being wrong, yesterday, for the first tom in my lice!! 

Labor Day Blogging Is A Waste Of Tom

I know, I know! You guys are REALLY busy today, so doing my blog today (Labor Day) is basically a waste of tom. 

However, since I never do anythang, I'm still posting my blog to pass the tom.

You're probably wondering why I replace time with tom, from tom to tom. 

Here is the reason. 

A few years back I went to Nashville to have some of my songs published by the record folks, and it did not work out the way I expected. 999% of the places would not even let me in the building and the other one per cent just wanted money to publish my classic country songs.

Anyway, I went to a Nashville restaurant, and was lamenting to a waitress about my futile attempts to "hit the big time" and she said something I'll NEVER forget!! 

In her strong southern accent she exclaimed, "It takes tom."

Wow! "It takes tom!" Tom who? Tom Cruise? Tom Jones? Tommy from the Who rock opera? Tom T. Hall? Yeah! It must be Tom T. Hall!!

Seriously folks, I knew she meant it takes time, but I thought it sounded funny, so I've been playing on that theme for about 20 years now. 

I know, it's dumb, but I can't help it. 

What difference does it make, anyway? I'll only get about 3 "hits" on Bloggadocious 222 today. You guys are busy having fun, grilling out, running around, drinking beer and stuff, but don't worry about me, I don't have tom for that kinda stuff, anyway! 

Tom is not really that much fun, so even if he was around, I'd still be bored! (there I go again)

Have A Labor Free Labor Day

 Blog 1 : Thursday's Blog I Forgot To Post

I try to avoid watching the news, but all this stuff about China robbing America blind, border crisises (crises?), I don't know, climate change (formerly global warming), banning guns, banning furs, banning MAGA caps, legalizing weeds and so many other mind altering issues, still enter my cerebral cortex, somehow!

I wish I could only think happy thoughts, like that TV artist who used to paint happy trees and clouds and whatever. 

It was kinda encouraging that this morning I was told that "THEY" would be attempting to relieve my back pain by sticking long hot needles in my back and burning out the nasty nerves that are the dirty culprits causing my pain! Yippee - Skippee!!

I'm not gonna tell 'em about the numbness in my feet, just in case they wanna cut them off!! 

Anyway, it's happy thoughts that we need to dwell on, all the time, because negative, realistic thinking will lead us to an early grave, to be sure!

Look at Robin Williams, for example. Always funny, laughing, happy go lucky...never mind. Not a good example.

On the other hand, there are these crabby, one hundred year old men who constantly complain about their miserable lives...uh...disregard my examples, folks.

Just try to replace any negative thing you hear from a news source, friend, workmate, relative, with something positive!

For example...

They - "Trump is a mean, nasty, bad president!"

You - "Yes, but he loves his kids, plays well with dictators and never bashes the NRA!"

They - "China is stealing our ideas and American jobs!"

You - "True, but Chinese people are so cute! Especially Chinese babies!"

They - "The border crisis is overwhelming!"

You - "I know, but it shows America is so great that EVERYBODY wants in here!"

Get my point?!

Keep having happy thoughts, my friends!

Remember what Mr. Roarke always said...

Blog 2 - Today's FRIDAY Blog 

Okay, recreational weeds are soon to be legalized in Illinois on January 1st, 2020.

I don't get it! I've been pulling weeds since I was a little kid, and it NEVER felt like recreation to me!

They are actually setting up dispensaries (places that dispense stuff) to SELL the weeds at a very  high cost! (I know this is all true, because I heard it on the Greg and Dan radio show)

What? Selling weeds? I can get all the weeds I want from my front yard! These dispensary weeds must be some special kind of weeds!!

And how can you recreate with them? Throw them in the air? Make baskets out of them? Put them in a big pile and jump in them, like leaves in the fall? Put them in a pipe and smoke them? Ha ha! How ridiculous!! 

I remember away back in the 1950's, when I'd do jobs for the neighbors as a little kid, pulling weeds in the hot, miserable heat and humidity of St. Louis was the absolute worst job in the world! 

I would often imagine myself in the hottest part of Hades, sweating like a fake news guy at a Trump rally, suffering for eternity, in agonizing, sweltering heat! (I know, Trump wasn't the president when I was a kid, but using Eisenhower would not really work for this illustration) 

Why would someone in their right mind believe weeds have anything remotely related to recreation! 

They also mentioned "pot" sales starting in January. 

I guess that's where people will put their weeds? I don't know!

 Have a great Friday, folks!! 

OUT OF THIS WORLD WEDNESDAY

SURPRISING SURVIVAL SKILLS

At our last juncture in time and spaze, we left our gregarious Glirkazoids packing their rugged rucksacks with all the needed items to transmigrate the Great Jewel Of Neprotonicus 11 to Neprotonicus 12 before the whole dang planet imploded into a little ball of clay, smaller than a Plutonius pin ball! 

As the pathetic, pulsating planet, pulsates pitifully, and the blue, bubbling and boiling blava blows out of the ground, whilst the wild, whistling, woeful wind whips Gary and Rosie weirdly, they trek on to the cavernous cave of the Great Jewel Of Neprotonicus!!

By the way, I forgot to mention that they made their usual, unorthodox landing on Neprotonicus 11 a few parsecs earlier!

Gary - "It's really awesome that we have traversed this planet for about 13 daayloos, and have not been halted by the wild, whipping, whistling, woeful winds, pulsated to death, or boiled in the blue, flowing blava, Rosie?!!"

Rosie - "What are you talking about, Gary?!! We're only 500 pleets from the Silver Sausage spazeship, and it's only been 13 minooties!!

Gary - "Hmmm, it seemed much longer to me. Are we there yet?"

Rosie - "Don't start in, mush head!!! How's about I leave you back in the Silver Sausage, where you WILL NOT get half of the 20,000 pazooza reward for this miserable job?! "

Gary - "Okay, okay, but can you reach the Reese's Pieces in my rucksack so I don't give out on the trail, Rosie girl?"

Rosie - "Are you kidding me, Gary! We just...

At that instant, a BIG burst of wicked wind blows Rosie off the path, and the pulsating planet shakes her to the very edge of a deep crevasse that is filled with boiling, bubbling, blue blava!!!

Quicker than a Juk on a moonbug, Gary grabs his Indiana Jones whip and whips it around the waist of Rosie, without breaking the skin, and pulls her back to safety!!! 

Rosie - "Gary! You saved my life! I was about to belly flop into that molten blava! How can I ever thank you?!!"

Gary - "A few Reese's Pieces will suffice, me lady!"

Our fearless spaze friends, move forward, through the forest of fossilized ferocious felines, who frightened fourteen fanatical flightless fowl by reanimating fast and furiously last Friday!

Rosie - "We have to be very quiet, Gary, so as not to reanimate these fossilized ferocious felines, so they won't feast on our faces."

Gary - "What? These are just big rocks, Rosie! They cannot reanimate from their rigid rockiness! How ridiculous! 

At that, Gary picks up a big stick, and whops the fossilized felines furiously!

Gary - "See! Not even a minor movement, my amigo!"

All of a sudden, the fossilized ferocious felines reanimate faster than Fetter Flies, who reanimate REALLY fast!

So try to imagine this in your wildest imagination. The whole planet is pulsating ... the weird, wicked wind is blowing woefully, hot molten blava is spewing out of the ground , and gigantic, reanimated, powerful panthers and pumas are chasing our champions!!

Gary - (running and out of breath) "Maybe I should have listened to you, Rosie!"

Rosie -(running behind Gary) "You THINK?!!"

Rosie turns around, faces the felines fearlessly, and fires her emulsificator flawlessly! The "capped" cats fall into a crevasse of molten blava, where they are immediately fossilized again! That's the circle of life, I guess. 

Gary - "You saved my rotten life, Rosie! When I didn't deserve it! How can I repay you, my friend?" 

Rosie - " With the natural food of Glirkazoids, of course!" 

Seriously, folks..if these episodes get any more exciting, I'll need to wear an oxygen mask  as I write them! It seems that this may be the one time Gary and Rosie do not succeed in their mission! Oh, I hope they do! I'd miss those little Glirkazoid goofballs! Wouldn't you? Don't answer that!