Fetish

 It is time for my Fetish report.

1st of all, all these years since I learned the word "Fetish" I have suffered under the wrong definition.  C'mon, you  have all been here with me.  You hear a word & put it in the vocab.  You blossom with the new found expressive word.  A word you use and never know you are wrong.  That's me here.   My wife one time started using a couple of common expressions (me too nice to recite them here).  After hearing one of them sprout from her mouth at church, I told her to quit using them.  I explained what they meant - or what "I thought they meant."  The expressions were gone.

That's where I am with Fetish.  I thought it meant you had a thing for a certain object.  Let's say:  chocolate milkshakes.   So I had a "Fetish" for "chocolate milkshakes."    A love for .. craving .. want .. you get the picture.  They are good.  Wendy's has that chocolate thing.  It is SOOOO good.   Then there are those DQ things which they turn upside down to show the thickness.  Yum is the word.

I don't get em anymore - the diabetes thing has thrown me off track.

Still, I thought that was the definition.  Wrong.  Aren't smart phones marvelous?  I was just thumbing through the thing a month or so ago, & saw the definition of fetish.  I was wrong.  You go look it up.  Apparently it has to do with that three letter word  (whisper softly)  S ...  E ..  X  I'm sure you have heard that word.  So if I had a fetish for chocolate milk shakes, it was in a (whisper again) sexish way.  That's a bit weird.  Can't say I know how to explain that any further.

I remember there was this movie about a black detective who would make out with a girl.   Then the sheet would come up and he would see her toes - all knotty and lumpy --- he would come unglued.  The fact that he was black has no bearing on this...I say that for the people who were offended by my use of the description.  Get a Life.  At the end of the movie he met a girl with beautiful toes.   Now, was that a foot/toe fetish?  I'm thinking so.   

Knee caps.  I've always felt there were no ugly knee caps.   Heels of the foot, real problems for some.   Noses, you knows it.    Chocolate shakes, think not. I'm not going to review my entire vocabulary list. Just learn to forgive me when I use some word or expression wrong.

A trombone player in one of my classes did something in bad taste.  I fussed at him.  He responded, "My bad."   I said, "Yes you are when you do something like this."  Wonder if I missed the definition on that one.   Use to say  daffi-nition for funny things.  He wasn't funny.  Jerk trombone player playing to the 17 yr old crowd.

Moving on.

Hope you had a fun 4th.  I was a tad bit disappointed when my neighbors to the north failed to put on a firework display this year.  Guess they went somewhere else.  I wasn't invited.

later, M3  

LOST asleep

 I woke the other morning actually remembering my dream.  That happens rarely.  Normally, I remember for a moment, and, then, whammo, it's gone.    Do you like that "whammo?"  I thought it added just a bit of class.

So I was driving down hwy 95  = no wait, hwy 59, headed home.  Daylight.  I pulled into this small town.  Suddenly I wasn't on 59 anymore.  Apparently I had missed my turn.  Where and when?  I didn't know.  In real life, I would have made the U-turn and gone looking.  But, this is a dream.  I stopped the car and got out.  I'll ask someone.  The street had sorta hit a dead-in.  IN front of me was a business.  I opened the door and entered.

down the hall!!!!  There was a desk   - make that cluttered desk with nobody around.  I backed up a couple of steps into the hall & there was another to the right.  I went into another office.  Nobody's home.  I passed through and ended up on a front porch.  There were cars driving by and a couple people sitting on the porch.

I figured to ask questions.  Remember this is a dream.  I asked and nobody really answered.  I walked off the porch towards the street.  Cars were passing.  In the distance I could hear and eventually see lots of cars on another street - big trucks too.  I figured this must be 59.  So I started walking towards it.  In real life, I might have driven my car; but noooooooo.  Before I could get to the hwy I had to climb down a enormous pile of big boulders.  As I did, a path opened up.

I was lost.  I had no idea how to find my car.  There was no Hwy 59.  People walked past me as if I didn't exist.  I was lost and had no idea what to do.

I'll tell  you what it made me think of  (bad English sentence structure).  You hear of old people who have dementia getting lost - walking off and not knowing how to find home.  They just keep going.  No money. No food.  No help.  Just lost.  Where was my car?  Where was Hwy 59.  I had no idea.  I just kept walking until.....

I woke up.

The dream really bothered me.  You might say it scared me a bit - not for myself, but some other people I know who have touches of dementia.  Recently there was an elderly gent in Belton who always went walking in the afternoon.  He had a route.  It was not long.  He'd be gone for a half hour or so.  Then, one day he did not return.  A few days later he was found dead beside the local creek.  Lost and dead.

The dream bothered me.   Maybe it was the chili and beans I had as a snack before bedtime.  I do love chili and beans.

See ya guys around.

m

p.s.  I added the Adsense to my blog to see how rich I could become.  I have removed it.  I didn't like the way it made the blog look and feel  I don't need money that bad.  Maybe I'll ad it back someday.  Just not this week......

seal & rock

 My promised bluggy on Fetishes will have to wait.

a quickie instead (or is THAT a fetish)

Our housing development - for 2 days - has experience road work.  I appreciate what they are doing and will never complain about the work.

They are putting a sealant on our roads - looks a bit like oil to me - and covering it with a layer of gravel.  They say, "we'll be back in a week to sweep up all the extra rock."  Meanwhile, slow down and don't throw rocks into your neighbor's windshield.  

Reasonable.

For a normal household, this is a nothing.  But, if you have DOGS!!!!  it is an adventure.  Our dogs are getting their heart rates up.  Every time a truck passes - a worker saunters by - a giant rock truck rumbles through the neighborhood.  Doesn't matter.  We gotta bark.  I think there is a country song with that title.  
My wife says it is a good thing I am deaf, because I can't hear all the noise.

I admit, my hearing aids are resting on the bathroom cabinet.  You do what you can do.   You don't fuss about what you can't fix (border issues included).   You are thankful when it is OVER!!!!

Now, at noon, the dogs are napping.  I'm guessing my wife is into her 2nd nap.  The roads are done.  They look beautiful.  The trash truck has come and gone.  All that is left is that neighbor yokel who walks his 3 big dogs about 4:30.  School is out, no buses till August.  All is well.

smiley face :)     

m

AGHAST

 I'm not really aghast at anything.  Just wanted you to know that I am capable of being aghast.   Wait, maybe I am aghast.

Went to HEB, our favorite grocery store of course.  Unloading the groceries at home later I found a cold power-type can drink named Ghosts - red berry flavor.  I suppose it is really good.  I didn't buy it.  It was in our grocery sack.  I think, perhaps, I did pay for it.  $5.18 out of the ice box at the store.  I've always heard of people putting food in other people's buggies.  A Joke?  Not funny McGee.  My plan was to take it back with the receipt and get a refund (next week when we go again).  But, my oldest decided she wanted a taste.  Old commercial: Feed it to Mikey.  He'll eat anything.

She liked it.  Now I have an empty Ghosts can.  Can't return an empty can - for cash refund.  Learned a lesson.

Side Note:  was in Walmart yesterday and found a can of Ghosts on the shelf for $2.18.  I bought one and brought it home for the child.  Now, she knows she can get them at Walmart.  Ghosts is loaded with caffeine.  

So ---- I am aghast at the person who decided to put the can in my basket.  AGHAST!!!

----------------

I have noticed that certain titles (see title above) seem to get more readers.  We'll see how aghast works out this week.

I've been planning a discourse on the word "Fetish."  That should bring in some readers.

Had my 6 months diabetes doctor appt. last week.  A1C is setting at 6.0.  This is really good for me.  In 2008 when I started this diabetic journey, I think it was in the 20s.  I was not a well person.  My doc in Corsicana put me on Metformin - 4 pills a day.  The number dropped and we were happy.  Now I do 2 pills a day.

This doc has put me on Ozempic - almost wrote Olympic - He believes it is helping me keep the number low.  Ozempic, as you may know, also will help you lose weight.  I actually gained some this past 6 months.  Go figure.

The doc wants me to go walking more.  Get exercise.   I explained it wasn't happening due to my bad knees.  After some discussion - he suggested a    {stationery, stationary}    bike.  I can't spell that word & spell check didn't pick up on it.  I'll give you both words and you can circle the one you prefer.  BIKE.  I started looking and found several in the $120 to $250 range which looked good.  Kept looking.  One for over $6000.  C'mon.  For an uninspired exercise human, you want $6 grand?  Kept looking.  There it was... one of those small things that set on the floor and weigh about 8 lbs.  $45 tops.  Table top device.   Bought it.  Thanks Amazon.  

Now it is on the floor in front of a chair on top of a small carpet to keep it in place.  Maybe tomorrow I start pumping on it.  Better yet, Wednesday.  No recumbent bike for me.

----------------

We have a fairly large yard...front & back.  Bushes and the like are scattered here and there in addition to the veggie garden out back.  We have dogs - 3.  Are you following me?  And we have a rabbit, not domesticated.  There may be 2 or more rabbits.  I don't know.  The rabbit apparently likes to roam the front and back yards - other places I suppose.  He leaves his scent everywhere. Two of our dogs are worked up about this - obsessed, you might say.    They will go out and search for hours -- smelling -- looking.  They almost caught it one morning.  That would be sad.  Our rabbit has found entrances in-out of the yard.

Dogs go out.  They come back in hot and bothered, tongues hanging out to the floor.  Panting.  I've caught them hunting in the middle of the night.  Obsessed.  My wife is obsessed with chocolate.  I've caught her looking for chocolate.  Of course, I have no obsessions  (wait till the Fetish blog comes out).

One final thing.  Our shark died.  He was about 4 inches long.  Pretty little red finned thing.  He did have a terrible attitude when it came to the other fish.  Snippy critter.   The other fish are glad he's gone.   Told me so.

later, mtz  

itch

 There is the 7 year itch - married couples desiring to not be ...

That 's not it.  My palm itches.  Look it up.  When your palm itches, somebody is going to give you money.  I wish they would hurry.

This must be scientific.

Speaking of old wives tales (stories, not tails).  I was working a concession stand once with some band parents.  We had this big tub of Cokes and assorted drinks.  When the night wore down, one mother started to throw all the cold drinks in the trash.  She said once they were cooled down, they lose their bubbles.  Without thinking, I muttered, "I never did believe that old wives tale."  And, I started moving them into storage.  Sometimes, not always, my mouth speaks before the brain does.  

Now that I look back, I remember the mom having a shocked look on her face.  I had insulted her.  Suppose that wasn't the first for me - or maybe the last.  My oldest brother Marshall once told me that he was surprised that someone had not flattened me by now.   

As I look back, there are several things I wish I hadn't said or done.  Since I am not on a 7 or 10 step program to improve, I guess I'll let them go.

Final word.  We have had a lot of rain in a short period of time.  You don't walk across my yard; 

you slosh across it.

m

King Solomon

When I was a kid, we went to the picture show (movies) to see King Solomon's Mine.  Frankly, I cannot remember a thing about it.  Must have been good.  At the time, King Solomon was just an old king somewhere who had a gold - silver - jewel ?? mine.  People fought over it.  African natives got really upset when the hero tried to find it and exploit.  Now that I thinks on it.  That could have been a Tarzan movie.  He was such a hero.                  {cue:  Tarzan yell}

So, this week, sitting on my own throne, while reading the spring edition of Biblical Archaeology Review - a magazine truly enjoyed - naturally I read the article "Solomon's Egyptian Bride" by Philip D. Stern.  What caught my eye in JUST the first paragraph, Solomon had 700 wives and 300 concubines (1 Kings 11:3).  I quote the article, "surely an exaggeration."  

The article wanted to talk about how remarkable it was that King Solomon had aligned himself with the Egyptians who, apparently, never farmed off their daughters to other kings.

What I wanted to read about was the 700 wives and 300 concubines.  Think about that for awhile.  Aside from the old mother-in-law narrative. this whole concept is full of questions:

Where did they stay?  

Was there a house mother or eunuch?  

Who remembers their names?  

How do you feed that many?  

Did they form an all girls choir?

Hair brushes, lip stick, unmentionables, fingernail polish, the list, the list, the list.  

Were they jealous of each other and/or the concubines?  Or were they happy to have the competition in order to avoid meeting up with the old boy?

Can you just see the problems.   He tromps into the dorm and announces, "Tonight I want Sarah # 79 in my chambers.   Concubine #233 shall come tomorrow night."  I imagine he had a eunuch announce all that for him.  What was the life expectancy of an eunuch?  The questions never end.

With a thousand nightly possibilities, he could have visited each female only once in a 3 year period of time.  Or did he have favorites?  Delilah #13.  What a gal!!  Then Jeannie #47 with the light brown hair!!

They say Solomon was renowned for his wisdom.  I would like to say that I wonder.  I truly wonder about anyone who is married to that many women.  Possibly he had a system to take care of the nagging wife.  Should I continue with this?  Nah.  Me thinks I'll let this sleeping dog - lie.

You can add your questions to the comment section below.

m

rin

" Rin "

Bad Spell of Rain

😃

Texas has had a bad spell of rain lately.

-------

Rain Rain 

Go Away

Come Again

Maybe tomorrow would be okay; we do need to get Stillhouse Hollow Lake filled up before the summer heat arrives.  Summer Heat?  Well, yes.  

Spring has sprung.

Fall has fell.

Summer's coming; 

And, it will be hot as ....

pretty dang hot in my opinion.