I was going to remember that the United Nations was started on this day, in 1945, and that today Brazil, France and Germany are appealing to the U.N. to stop Obama from spying on them.
So, I’m going to tell a short story about baseball.
First: I had great parents. My parents were so trusting that when I was 17, I drove to Snowmass, Colorado all by myself. In fact I went all over the country by myself. I’m not sure if it’s because they knew they couldn’t tame me, or if they were just hoping I’d met some rich guy, (Probably a little of both.) But, when it came to men, sometimes I was just dense. I just didn’t see them being attracted to me at all. And so I married the first guy who wanted to marry me, because I didn’t think I’d ever get another chance.
Yeah, low self-esteem comes in buckets.
So of course that marriage lasted all of one year and three months. This story comes, right after the painful divorce. I was pretty lonely so I got hooked on baseball. I always went to the game by myself, only because, I’ve never really had girlfriends. I would work at night as a drummer, (in all guy bands) and during the day, I would go to the games. And I got hooked.
On the game of baseball.
Anyway, to make a long story short, here in St. Louis, Busch stadium was downtown, and I do remember one night, in the middle of July, the game lasted until midnight, and when a game runs overtime, you have a lot of drunks walking to the parking lot. It was a hot summer night, and I was in my usual short-shorts, which would bring cat-calls, and frankly, I was scared to walk to my car. It was just a gut feeling. After all, East St. Louis, is just a kick away from downtown.
So, I went to the nearest hotel bar. I thought, if I sat there long enough, the drunks would leave, and I’d have a safer chance once the crowd had cleared out. I’d rather walk in an empty parking lot and take my chances with the shadows.
After about 15 minutes, the bar started filling up with players…from the Dodgers. I was pretty shy around ball players..and so I tried to keep to myself. As I sat at the bar, a very distinguish older gentlemen sat next to me and started to talk. After about five minutes I told him I was only hanging around because I was scared to walk to my car.
So, since he had told me he was actually the official Dodgers Team radio commentator, on the road for the Dodgers, ( and he was famous…he told me that.) I figured he had to be safe.
“Really, would you?: I said….”That would be great.”
So, we walked through the parking lot and got to the car, and I drove him back to the hotel, and then he said, “Hey, park here and come on in for another drink.”
Now, I’m not sure why I did, but looking back on it, I was flattered that someone famous had even been so nice to me, and I figured one drink was no big deal. It’s not like I thought he was expecting anything else but conversation. As I remember, he was pretty much the gentleman the whole time.
“So, why are all the guys laughing at you?” I asked.
“They wanted to know if I screwed you.” He said. “So I told them I did.”
To say I was embarrassed—– To say I was shocked, will let you know how much I trusted people to have decency, and what a dumb blond I really was. Boy, did I feel stupid.
The reality is, baseball players not only do steroids, but they spend many long nights on the road, and many of them have wives, and many of them screw around, and I knew that…but I really didn’t think that the radio star would want to tell an old high school lie. After all, Jack Buck would never do that now…would he?
Judge it or not, I thought the guy was a real creep for doing that…and I felt sorry that he had to lie to even make those young players actually think some young thing wanted to ‘do’ it with him for a walk to her car.
Now I look back on that and feel sorry for the man. Clearly, he was having a hard time competing with the young ball players and he made up a lie just to impress them.
And what is even funnier, is he TOLD me what he said to them.
I wish my father had told me the tricks that men pull. But then again, I don’t think any father will. I think they should teach their daughters how to shoot a gun, how to box, and all the tricks that men play.
But….they keep their mouths shut for all eternity. And that, in my Nobody Humble Opinion, is why the world is filled with dumb blonds.
(Okay, so this was not a baseball story. It’s just one I remember. Funny how you remember all the times you were stupid, isn’t it? )
I love music. Some of you know that I used to make my living as a musician. I was a drummer for many years, and then, switched to piano, and got jobs in hotels, restaurants, bars, wherever I could. At the time that I was working, this was one of my favorite romantic songs to sing.
And tonight, I ran across this video: Not only did Nat King Cole have one of the most beautiful male voices ever recorded, just to see this, his daughter, singing a duo with him AFTER he was dead, is just chilling. And the love that they had for each other…..not only unforgettable, but incredible. In other words: Dads are needed JUST as much as a mother in a woman’s life. Look what these two did.
Unfortunately, the black fathers seem to be a thing of the past. (and orchestras too, sadly.)
Now, having said that: Here’s a fun story;
Back in the year, 2000, I went to Washington D.C., all by myself, because I had always wanted to see the sights. I booked the CHEAPEST hotel I could find online. It was somewhere near the Union Station. My flight arrived late at night and I was bored in the hotel room, so I went down to the bar…..only to find it was karaoke night and I was the ONLY white person there. The bar was packed with blacks.
Obviously, all these black people had good government jobs, I went and got a seat at the bar, and one black guy kept talking to me and buying me drinks. He was with a table full of women, so I didn’t think too much of it. Being happy just to hear all the great armature singers, he suggested that I get up and sing. In fact, he wouldn’t shut up about it. I made the mistake of telling him I used to sing for a living.
At the time, I was very familiar with tapes, because I worked in a karaoke bar for a year. I got the ‘list’ and the only one that I found that I maybe could sing, (because trust me, most of these people were good) was Unforgettable. I didn’t really want to, but the guy kept bugging me. And after all, he kept bribing me with free drinks.
“The only one I think I could sing would be Natalie Cole.” I said to the guy. “I’ll tell you what. If YOU sing it with me, I’ll do it. “
So we did. And he had a ….shocked look on his face. We made it through the song…but you should have seen his face. I’m not sure what he was expecting, but I wasn’t it.
Now…..little did I know that ONE of those girls at his table must have had it bad for the guy, because she started giving me the evil eye, after the song. I went back to the bar, but I could hear her and the guy fighting.
She didn’t seem to mind him talking to me at the bar…but SINGING Unforgettable with him? HA! She wanted me…dead I think.
I was thinking “Gimme three steps, Gimme three steps missy, Gimme three steps towards the door.”
Yep. I left. Went back up to my room. She was a big woman. And had three very big girl friends.
And so now, whenever I hear that song….I always have to laugh.
The last time I sang Unforgettable, was really…., unforgettable.
What? Did you think this was going to be about sex? (Ha)
it’s been a while since I’ve written you…but as you often do, you visited me this morning while I was lying in the water, looking up through the leaves of my favorite tree. The sun was hitting just a clump of leaves on the branch above my head, and the beauty of it was so emotional, I found myself overwhelmingly thankful just to be alive, at that very moment. To have eyes to see the glory of the yellow light shining through the green leaves against the clearest of blue skies. To breath in the freshest of air. I just cannot believe that anybody on the planet cannot see, all around them…you. To me, you are as real as the oxygen in the air, and it’s beyond my comprehension that so many people don’t see…or feel…your presence. It’s as if…they were born blind.
Because I do. And I have ever since I was a child….so, as I see from this great masterpiece called the Hubble, you are very busy…birthing stars, destroying planets, moving energy, spiraling galaxies, and then there’s us.
What to do with us? The earth is much like the rest of the universe: there are stars being born, (astronomers, inventors) galaxies (countries) colliding and destroying each other, stars and plants rotating around central suns, (families) and dark matter (love) holding it all together.
Because with all the terrible things happening in the world, surely we would have blown ourselves up without SOMETHING holding us all together. Some people would say it’s fear. Or love.
I think it’s you. Take a bow, God, Keeping earth together has NOT been easy.
Did you hear me complaining out loud this morning? I know, it’s the same old stuff that many of us complain about. One planet and all these nutty people…you would think, they would look up in the sky once in a while and go.
And I’m tired. It seems the more I understand, the more depressing it gets. I don’t know who said “Ignorance is bliss” but I bet he’s a distant cousin of mine.
The people running the planet are like black holes: Putin, Obama, Hillary, Assad, Saudi, Ried, Pelosi, the Fed, China, North Korea,, Iran…and the breaking up of thousands of years of human traditions, sucking the life and hope out of the people of the earth. It’s like, nobody can escape them.
How can you do that God? All the same rules abide throughout the universe. Humans need oxygen to breathe and freedom to advance. Maybe some of that dark energy is getting in the water.
Mmmmm…Michelle is telling us to drink water now. She likes playing God. As if…we don’t drink water.
So, while I have your attention, a few requests are in order: Help all the people out there who are living paycheck to paycheck, make it to another paycheck. (ahem)
Whoever is starting all those god awful fires out West….well…some instant karma would be nice. Go ahead. Hit them upside the head with a smoke bomb.
Try to give the winning Powerball number to someone who deserve it. ( I consider myself worthy…just so you know.)
And hey…it’s been awhile since we’ve seen a miracle. How about sending a Moses from the people of America, to lead the world back from the abyss of despair, and America into recovery?
Compared to all the billions of other stuff you have going on..I know…it’s pretty small, but humans are pretty special, don’t you think? We COULD be one of your finest creations if you just give us a chance.
You know, I saw Justin Beiber tonight dancing as a Tufu Square on Saturday Night Live. Did you catch that? You should have. Humans do have a good side to them. They do the strangest things.
Like write God letters knowing that the NSA will be looking at this someday, and put it in my medical record that I’m nuts. It’s Okay. That’s a small price to pay just to get to talk to you.
But…just in case…a very small comet could destroy that whole NSA building God. Just a small one. After hours…you know…don’t hurt anyone.
(Okay..people…that’s your cue. IF you like stars and wonder like I do about the universe, give this video a watch. It’s really very good.)
Thanks to Ant…because God made him send this video to me as I was just sitting here wondering what in the WORLD I was going to write about.
Nobody Gets Email
It is just a gorgeous day here in St. Louis, so I’m just going to pass along some of my favorite email pictures….a cat I would NOT want to brush, a kitten that is too adorable, a real Obama bowling alley in Florida, where it is said the scores are very high, and a paradox.
And now…I’m going to.take a nap! And you thought I was going to do something really important.
Michael Moore, probably the first socialist-capitalist-pig in America, is getting a divorce:
Documentary filmmaker Michael Moore has filed for divorce from wife Kathleen Glynn. The story appears in Michigan’s MLive. The Moores have been married since 1991 but have been together much longer than that. They are said to have a net worth of around $50 million. All of Moore’s hit movies– from Roger and Me to Sicko– have been made during the marriage. Glynn was a producer on several of the films and worked with Moore for at least 20 years. The couple otherwise has no children.
So we can only guess why: Too many Fast Food Nation hamburger? Not enough Bowling for Dollars nights? The feminists should ask, did he beat her when she said she actually LIKED Hostess cupcakes? Has she got another man? Was she sick to death of listening to him talk about Hillary Clinton?
You know what?…Nobody Cares.
As many of you know, my street was hit by an F2 tornado only a month ago, and I was very lucky. Only four of the houses in the neighborhood were destroyed completely, but if you stand on my roof, you can look all around and all you see is blue tarps. Mostly on my block, great big trees went through houses.
And tonight, we are being warned that the same front that did so much devastation to Oklahoma yesterday, is heading this way again.
Anyway…while London had the blitz, it seems Mother Nature does much the same job. There’s great beauty in a storm, and great destruction.
All we can do is pray for these poor people. As for myself, I’m sleeping in the basement tonight.
Here’s some pictures, that you may or may not have already seen: The first is a super cell before the tornado storm, and then, the monster.
I just spent the last ten minutes searching for a Chris Matthews video, in which he admits that Obama is responsible for all that has happened, and I thought it was such a remarkable moment coming from a man who has been so completely clueless for most of his adult life, I wanted to celebrate his rude awakening, even if it will only last a few minutes.
But…because Chris Matthews will now be coming out probably by tomorrow claiming that Hillary Clinton should be the next President, I’m going to go with this nobody cop from Portland.
He gave up the chase of some law-breaker to save the life of a mother duck and her babies.
The Portland Officer gets the Nobody’s Fool award for the week!
We have plenty lawbreakers in the world, and not nearly enough ducks.
Nobody Gets Email:
Well, who wants to talk politics on a Sunday? This video may have been better posted around the Superbowl, but since I happen to be a fan of those beautiful horses, the Clydesdale, I wanted to share this. I HAVE to take a break from Obama at least one day a week.
(Thanks to Pattie)