I think it’s time to clean up some of these notes that are scattered all over my desk. Let me explain. I’m a “note person” in that I constantly write notes to myself. If I have something to do, I write a note so I won’t forget. If an idea for a blog or a story pops into my head, I make myself a note. If I hear a name or see a face and I want to know more about that person, I write myself a note. If I need to take out the trash or feed the cats, I write myself a note. You get the idea. I have a lousy memory, but plenty of ideas and since my brain won’t remember it all, or even most of it, I write notes to myself to remember. And as you might expect, these little scraps of paper here and there can pile up pretty quickly. I need to clear out some of the clutter and use some of these ideas. I think, right now, I’ll just do both.

The plan, as it stands right now, is to just skim the notes I wrote yesterday, while at work, and just touch on each item briefly. Then the ideas have been covered and talked about, the papers can be thrown away, plus I get a good blog out of the deal. Sounds like fun, doesn’t it? Let’s just go down the list and see what we have here.

Mugshots: This comes from a conversation that I had with a co-worker of mine about that little newspaper that you can purchase at the Kangaroo and probably a few other stores that contains mugshots and pictures of people recently booked into the local jail. It has pictures, names and charges. It’s pretty much the same as that App, the name of which I can’t remember, where you can check out the recent arrests in your area. It’s a cool little thing to read and I’m nosy as hell so every so often, I’ll pick one up at the store and check out the latest mug shots, seeing how many of these dastardly members of the criminal element that I know personally. Far too many actually. I’m not even sure why we were talking about this, but we were.

Carolina Kid: A local Independent professional wrestler and a really cool guy. His promos as of late, have become the talk of our store. His style is unique and distinctive and while there are a few things that could probably be improved upon, he comes across as real and sincere and his love of the business and getting into that squared circle is obvious. He does promos regularly on Facebook and I’ve gotten to where I find myself always looking forward to the next one. If I had an Indy promotion of my own, he would be one of the first guys I’d go out and hire. Think Ricky Morton in that he’s not as big as the other guys, but he takes that beating, sells like a million bucks and never, ever quits. This guy is so much heart, it’s a pleasure to see. And from all reports, a really good and cool dude too.

Don’t Call Me Sir: This is a running joke I have with a guy who comes into my store sometimes. Damn, he’s a sexy ass beast and one of the nicest guys I’ve met in a long time. And what a body! Damn! But anyhow, he called me “Sir” one night while I was waiting on him, being all nice and polite and respectful. And without thinking, I just looked behind me for a moment and then responded, “Sir? Who you calling Sir? I thought we were cool, but you’re here calling me all sorts of names. What’s up with that?”. It caught him off guard for a second and then he laughed. He has a great laugh and smile too. And since then, he’s called me almost everything, but “SIr”. I wish he’d call me “lover”, but he’s got a wife, two beautiful kids and a Ford so that’s not going to happen. A guy can dream though, right?

Marathon Candy Bars: These were from the seventies. Long ass candy bars made of caramel that were in like a criss-cross fashion and would kill your teeth. They were so hard and so sticky and so damn good. Do they even still make these? I haven’t seen any since I was a kid. I may have to look that up.

Speaking English: I witnessed something kind of interesting yesterday. A man came into the store and he was all proper, dressed neatly and well mannered, He spoke so well and fluidly as if he was a college professor or something. Just really, really well. And then some others came in that he obviously knew and it was like Dr. Jeckyl and Mr. Hyde. He immediately went into what I refer to as “ghetto speak” and went from words being spoken clearly and properly to the worst street talk, mumbling and yelling and just really, really urban. I was standing about ten feet away from him and couldn’t understand four-fifths of the conversation between him and his “bro”. Then the other guy and his friends left and the man came up to make his purchase. The proper speaking, well mannered guy was back, all quiet and polite as he made his purchase. So he went from college professor to street thug and back to Mr. Professor in a manner of minutes and I just watched and witnessed it all. This guy is going to have identity problems later in life if he hasn’t got them already. That was just weird.

Who is the woman who sings in the song “Cherry Bomb” with John Cougar Mellencamp. I’ve tried and tried several times to find out who this woman is. She only has a couple of lines in the song, but there is not anyone that I could find who is credited. That has always bugged me for some reason.

For that matter, who is the woman who sings the part of “Millie” in the song “Millie and Billie”, from Alice Cooper’s “From the Inside” album. Inquiring minds want to know.

My phone just rang and I have to leave so I’ll end this here. I haven’t even really began to touch on the list as of yet, but maybe less is more and it’s better to keep this short. That way, I’ll still got more to write about later. So I’m gone for now. Have a great one and I’ll catch you on the other side. Thanks for reading.

Ubuntu!