Notes To Myself II – December 24, 2017

Notes To Myself II
December 24, 2017

Merry Christmas Eve, my friends. I’m waiting for a phone call right now so I can go chill for a little while with my bo and the Mini-Me, but what oh what shall I do while I wait? How about a little random writing stuff. I did this last week for Day 11 of the “12 (Dougie) Days of Christmas” blog series and it was kind of fun so I’m going to do it again. Hey, I have to get this stuff cleared from my desk some how, right? Let’s copy and paste my intro from the earlier piece and then I’ll get busy.

As anyone who knows me well knows, I am constantly writing things down, either in a notebook or on scraps of paper. It’ll either be notes or lists so I won’t forget to do something or pick up something from the store since my memory is terrible or else it’ll be an idea that I had for something to write about for the site. And I have got a huge stack of papers and notes that I’ve written, mainly at work, for ideas and future projects for my blog. Isn’t it crazy how the best ideas come when you can’t do anything about them or act on them. That’s the way it works though and so I scribble down my idea and put it to the side to be acted on later, hence they are my “notes to myself”. What I’m going to do now is run down a few of these ideas, do a quick comment or two, and move on. Thus, they have been “acted upon” and can be thrown away, thus clearing off my desk for a bit and also, it gives me content for this which I am currently writing. Does that sound like a plan or what? Let’s do it…

Notes to Myself II…

Bert is evil. This is the Bert of “Bert and Ernie” fame from the streets of Sesame. No big secret here. Anyone who collects bottle caps has to be an evil, vile, disgusting and corrupted soul. I know. When I was a kid, I collected bottle caps. ‘Nuff said!

American Top 40 with Casey Kasem was a great radio show. It’s still good to listen to onYouTube or on the radio, still in syndication, even though Casey is no longer with us. He was also the original voice of Shaggy of Scooby Doo fame too. A legendary performer and radio personality.

An indian dude was in the store on the day I wrote this particular note to myself. He was freeballing, big time. Damn, he was hot. Don’t know what freeballing is? Look it up. And if you’re a cute guy and decide that you want to do it, send me a pic. This is strictly for research purposes of course. I’m going to do a future blog one day on freeballing and I need to do research. Lots and lots of it.

The Pina Colada Song. I did the blog about this last week. I would be so pissed off.

Why do all the characters on Peppa Pig fall down like they’re having a seizure when they do that big family laugh thing. That creeps me out.

Could you imagine Mr. Roger’s having a show, as he did, in today’s world. I think it might be slightly different than the show we all remember and loved.

When I wrote this particular note, it was the Monday before Thanksgiving. A woman came into the store, all decked out, wearing a big old sweater that said, “Happy Holidays”. This was before Thanksgiving. I thought it was just odd.

Here’s an idea for writing the “Perils of Being A Writer”. I think I’ll hold on to this one. It sounds like it could make a fun topic to write about and I can already feel the sarcastic comments forming in my mind.

Here’s a note to go online and look for UNC and Duke Christmas tree figurines and ornaments. One of the guys I work with brought a small NC State Santa to hang up in his work area for the holidays and it’s pretty cool. I was thinking about trying to find the same kind of figurines to represent the teams that the rest us like to even things out. I looked for them online, but they cost more than my cheap ass was willing to spend. Maybe next year.

Here’s a note that says, “Forget the Doctor. If It aches, put some fatback on it!”. Why did I write that down?

Here’s a note to talk about Christmas trees and two of the trees that I had in my earlier years. A real-life “Charlie Brown” Christmas tree and a tree when I lived at Briarwood Apts, now known as Blue Farm Estates, that was decorated in Natural Light Beer Cans, tinsel and fake snow. It was aweome and I did this blog as part of the “12 (Dougie) Days of Christmas” series. Go check it out.

The chip reader on our credit card machines at work… they work.

Here’s a note about doing the “12 (Dougie) Days Of Christmas” blog series. I did.

My dream house. It would be moderately sized, but lots of privacy, some woods and be located in Maine. I want Collinwood. Yeah, that’ll work.

Here’s an idea about doing a blog about coming out of the closet. I did it over thirty years ago. The idea for the blog is how it was then compared to how it would be now. I might do this one at some point. I’ll save this note.

How can someone come up and ask for money, panhandling, and saying that they haven’t eaten and don’t have any food, but were in the ABC store, where I work, buying liquor less than an hour before. Only the Cinnerator Gang and only in Laurinburg. They’re a freakin’ mess and that’s putting it nicely.

Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise a kid. In fact, it’s cold as hell.

And that’s all for now. I just got the text I was waiting for and need to head out for a little while. Family stuff, don’t you know and I’d better hurry before someone decides to go spend the night with the person who thinks that Bears Don’t Disco. He likes her better than me. It makes me a sad Panda. So anyhow, thanks for reading and please, have a safe and very Merry Christmas. Until the next time, take care and stay sexy.


1921 harley

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