Posts Tagged ‘just for fun’

For some reason, the other day I thought of two comments I’ve remembered through the years.  When I was in college, a friend of mine told me that he could always tell it was me in the distance because “You walk like you’re trying to get somewhere.”  Even now, people at work, all younger than I, have said that I “zoom around”, “have more energy than any of us”, or words to that effect.  I consider that a win against age.  🙂

The second comment came when I was living and working in Steamboat Springs, Colorado right after graduation from college.  I played softball on an excellent women’s team, but in one preseason, I played on a men’s team.  (The team wanted me to play for them during the season, but the league refused, saying that men might want to play on the women’s teams.  I didn’t think that likely, but who knows.)  At any rate, one of the men said to me, “You’re not a jock, you’re an athlete.”  “Jock” applied to a woman, tends to have a somewhat negative connotation, whereas “athlete” does not.

Which two comments about you come to mind as comments you like or treasure?  (Only G-rated, please.)  🙂  I’d love to have you share them in the comment section.  Please join in or it’s no fun.

P.S.  On the humorous side, during that preseason, I slid into third base, knocking the (male) third basemen on his derriere.  When my brother was visiting, the man was on the lift in front of us.  We’d been talking about softball when he yelled at my brother that during a game, “Your sister knocked my on my butt.”   He took great pleasure in that and honestly, so did I!  🙂  OK, your turn.

Pulled from the headlines:

Mitch McConnell: Sen. Ted Cruz, R-Texas, Accuses Majority Leader of Lying on Senate Floor Friday

Why lie on the Senate (or any other) floor?  Doesn’t he have a home to go to where he can lie down?  Floors in public places tend to be rather dirty, so I refuse to lie on any of them.

Sometimes that’s just how my mind works.  May you see many sillys this Saturday and enjoy every one of them.

(And please, no serious political comments!)

One night in downtown Aurora, we saw this cool light display atop a former distillery, now home to businesses. It’s a happy-making oddball, don’t you think?

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Not long until I’m back to regular internet.  Thanks for bearing with me.

Oddball photo.  What more needs to be said?

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The problem with the Oddball Photo Challenge isn’t finding oddball photos.  It’s deciding which photos to use.  These two are from my latest trip to the City of Brotherly Love: Philadelphia.

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Portabella mushroom burger wrapper

Portabella mushroom burger wrapper

Recently I did a post about how much fun spam could be (as long as caught by the spam filter.)  Not long after that, I came across another gem that had been pulled from circulation and left to languish in the WordPress spam folder.  I share it with you now to give a bit of a smile to your Saturday, followed up by a link to the original “Spam, spam, spam.”  (Evidently, I was enjoying spam back in 2013 as well.) All that’s left now is a visit to the Spam Museum in Austin, Minnesota.  We’ve passed by the museum on our way to Wyoming every summer, but have yet to stop, usually due to arriving at a time when the museum is closed.  Ah, well, everyone must have a travel goal to keep life interesting.  And now, as some of you expressed interest last time for more examples of spam, here is my current spam gem:

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Welcome to the first Weekly Photo Challenge of February: “Scale.”  I’ve just begun a part time job working at a tea shop and since I’m scheduled on Fridays, I’m late to the challenge.  However, I hope you enjoy my entry as much as I enjoyed dreaming it up.  After all, women just wanna have fun!

Have a marvelous weekend!

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In 2012, I mused about Big Brother and Viagra in advertising.  At that time, I hadn’t heard the radio ad from a doctor that promises you’ll get results right at his office.  Is that good thing?  How long do you have to stay before you can safely leave?  Who would want to be the receptionist in that waiting room?

But I digress.  Here’s a re-post of that post.  As I prefer not have to click on another link to get to what I want to read, I’m posting the original here for your reading pleasure.  Please enjoy responsibly.

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So many of the little helpful things on the internet are (or can be), if you think about them, a little creepy. Ads pop up based on things in your emails that are pulled out by something. Before I send an email, a box comes up to inform me that the word “attached” appears somewhere and did I mean to attach a file? If “they” can do this, what other information might “they” be tracking, recording and using? Great conspiracy (and reality) stuff here. But why can’t “they” figure out that I, as a female, am unlikely to want Viagra and not send me spam about it? It’s all more than a bit “1984”.

Speaking of Viagra….I always wonder….are there really that many men who need it? Would they get together for a guys’ night out, hanging around the swimming pool and sing “Viva, Viagra”? Wouldn’t they rather be at home so they don’t miss “the moment”? (Maybe I’m mixing products here, but you get the idea.) I’d also like the bathtub rights for all those Cialis people who sit out on the top of a mountain in his and hers tubs! Never quite got the connection there.

And why on earth would anyone think that insurance should pay for Viagra for prisoners???? Or for anyone, for that matter?

But the question that we’ve never been able to answer satisfactorily and causes gales of laughter every time we toss it around is how do you discreetly get to the doctor or hospital if, after four hours, you’re still “Viva-ing”? As one of our daughters said about something completely unrelated when she was very young, “I never had a problem like that before!” So very true!