Spring Forward
A Montana Reject and Proud Raving Lunatic
Tonight, tonight, won't be just any night ... tonight we'll lose an hour, somehow!
SugarBooger and I were discussing tonight whether we would rather have an extra hour of sleep, or an extra hour of sunlight.
An extra hour of sunlight seems like an impossibility to me. I think we would all agree that nature has predetermined the amount of sunlight on any given day based upon earths position (distance from the sun) its angle (tilt on its axis), and the specific location (longitude and latitude) where you reside. Therefore, the proposition that I will gain an hour of sunlight seems licuderous (ludicrous for those of you unfamiliar with Chopperisms) to me.
Therefore, if it is impossible for me to gain an extra hour of sunlight, I propose we leave the blasted clocks alone year around. We need to arrive at a standard acceptable to all, and leave it the hell alone.
I don't for the life of me understand how we got by all those years on "standard" time. To hear the proponents of this assinine system talk, you would think the very existance and survival of the planet depends on cranking the clocks back and forth twice a year. Poppycock I say, poppycock! (Now there is a word you won't hear used much anymore.)
Speaking of words, when I was a very young child, my nickname was Bimbo. To those of you under the age of 50, you won't remember the song, but it was a catchy little tune that went something like this:
"Bimbo, Bimbo where ya gonna goeoooooo, Bimbo, Bimbo does your mommy knoweoooooooo, Bimbo, Bimbo does your daddy know, that you're goin down the road to see your little girlieoooooooo."
I don't know how I got labeled Bimbo, but I must have reminded the adults of a little boy ambling down the sidewalk .... perhaps I was chasing girls at age 4 or something.
Anyway, the word sure has taken a turn for the worse wouldn't you agree? Bimbo now instead of referencing a happy go lucky little boy, describes a female of less than virtuous reputation. I like the ancient connotation better ... but, am glad I lost the nickname ... can't imagine being called Bimbo at age 56 even if it still had an okay connotation.
You will notice I used the word SugarBooger in the beginning of this journal entry. Well, this is thanks to my brother Gary. Today he and I were talking on the phone, and I don't recall exactly how it came up, but he said something about someone he knew having a secret nickname for his wife which was to be used to 'call her up to Heaven'. He then stated that he thought the nick was SugarBooger. Now that IS FUNNY said I, and pledged that even though I had been calling Barbara "toots", I was immediately going to start calling her SugarBooger as an affectionate nick.
So tonight, I did just that. I am not exactly convinced that she is all in favor of the change, but in time, I think she may adjust ... and well, if she doesn't ... oh well SugarBooger can get angry I guess, but it won't change anything. I am too delighted by the name, and it makes me feel good when I say it. So, thanks Gary .... I am so glad that every time I talk to you, I come away having learned something new, been given something new to use that brightened my day, or been cheered up in a way only you have been able to do throughout my life. You are a wonderful friend ... so thankful to have you as a brother.
Later dudes ... Oh Kelly and Toni .... you each brighten my day each time I talk to you too, and both also have marvelous intellect and senses of humor. Peace, Love, Dove y'all. War huh, what is it good for absolutely nothin' ... say it again y'all.
Tonight, tonight, won't be just any night ... tonight we'll lose an hour, somehow!
SugarBooger and I were discussing tonight whether we would rather have an extra hour of sleep, or an extra hour of sunlight.
An extra hour of sunlight seems like an impossibility to me. I think we would all agree that nature has predetermined the amount of sunlight on any given day based upon earths position (distance from the sun) its angle (tilt on its axis), and the specific location (longitude and latitude) where you reside. Therefore, the proposition that I will gain an hour of sunlight seems licuderous (ludicrous for those of you unfamiliar with Chopperisms) to me.
Therefore, if it is impossible for me to gain an extra hour of sunlight, I propose we leave the blasted clocks alone year around. We need to arrive at a standard acceptable to all, and leave it the hell alone.
I don't for the life of me understand how we got by all those years on "standard" time. To hear the proponents of this assinine system talk, you would think the very existance and survival of the planet depends on cranking the clocks back and forth twice a year. Poppycock I say, poppycock! (Now there is a word you won't hear used much anymore.)
Speaking of words, when I was a very young child, my nickname was Bimbo. To those of you under the age of 50, you won't remember the song, but it was a catchy little tune that went something like this:
"Bimbo, Bimbo where ya gonna goeoooooo, Bimbo, Bimbo does your mommy knoweoooooooo, Bimbo, Bimbo does your daddy know, that you're goin down the road to see your little girlieoooooooo."
I don't know how I got labeled Bimbo, but I must have reminded the adults of a little boy ambling down the sidewalk .... perhaps I was chasing girls at age 4 or something.
Anyway, the word sure has taken a turn for the worse wouldn't you agree? Bimbo now instead of referencing a happy go lucky little boy, describes a female of less than virtuous reputation. I like the ancient connotation better ... but, am glad I lost the nickname ... can't imagine being called Bimbo at age 56 even if it still had an okay connotation.
You will notice I used the word SugarBooger in the beginning of this journal entry. Well, this is thanks to my brother Gary. Today he and I were talking on the phone, and I don't recall exactly how it came up, but he said something about someone he knew having a secret nickname for his wife which was to be used to 'call her up to Heaven'. He then stated that he thought the nick was SugarBooger. Now that IS FUNNY said I, and pledged that even though I had been calling Barbara "toots", I was immediately going to start calling her SugarBooger as an affectionate nick.
So tonight, I did just that. I am not exactly convinced that she is all in favor of the change, but in time, I think she may adjust ... and well, if she doesn't ... oh well SugarBooger can get angry I guess, but it won't change anything. I am too delighted by the name, and it makes me feel good when I say it. So, thanks Gary .... I am so glad that every time I talk to you, I come away having learned something new, been given something new to use that brightened my day, or been cheered up in a way only you have been able to do throughout my life. You are a wonderful friend ... so thankful to have you as a brother.
Later dudes ... Oh Kelly and Toni .... you each brighten my day each time I talk to you too, and both also have marvelous intellect and senses of humor. Peace, Love, Dove y'all. War huh, what is it good for absolutely nothin' ... say it again y'all.
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