Just for Fun
I had no idea duct tape was good on carpet. Once I learned this, I saw a whole bunch of pictures of it on line. Duct tape really is all you need.
We’ve all done them. In elementary school, if nowhere else. The Jumping Jack. It’s pretty easy to see why it’s called a jumping something, but why Jack? There are several stories that claim to explain this. One is quite simply that it looks like the jacks you played with as a kid.
I got new shoes. You know, just normal, everyday shoes. Which would hardly seem something to write a blog post about. Except that I don’t have normal, everyday shoes. I rarely buy shoes except for athletic shoes.
There are some warning labels that leave you scratching your head. Like the one of those old cardboard windshield sun protectors. You know, to keep some of the sun/heat out of your car while you’re inside somewhere. On mine, set in red letters, was: “WARNING: Do not drive with sun shield in place.”
At the gym, I hang a weight off my ankle to do leg lifts. I’d been using a 5-pound plate, but I wanted to increase it, so I picked up a 7.5-pound dumbbell. The thing was, it didn’t really feel any heavier. So, I picked up the plate in the other hand to compare and it still didn’t feel any heavier.
Back in the day, not all those buried were actually dead. So, a string was tied to the probably-deceased’s wrist that lead to a bell on their grave. Supposedly, if they woke up and discovered they were not, in fact, dead, they would move their wrist – or, more likely, frantically pound their hands in panic –
I just watched Singin’ in the Rain, for maybe the 100th time. I don’t have a favorite book or song or role or anything like that. There are just too many things that are too wonderful. But I do have a favorite movie and that’s it. It’s one of those old movie musicals that belong to a different era. An era that didn’t take itself so seriously. There’s a leading man and his comical best friend, and a sweet-young-thing leading lady.
Two weeks ago, I had some reconstructive work done on my nose and the doctor doesn’t want me to work out again for another two weeks. This is difficult for me for several reasons.
Ever noticed that when you see people out of the context you usually see them in, they’re suddenly a whole different person? You don’t think of them outside of that one environment, so it’s actually a little surprising that they exist in other environments. I mean, you know they do.