thinking thoughts

today I realized Mr. Smileyface :) doesn't have a nose.  It makes me wonder how could he smile and know he has no nose. Would a smileyface with no eyes and no nose )   be happy too. I guess we should all be really happy that we have noses.   o o
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Nuts, allergies to nuts. It's nuts that people are allergic to peanuts and  say they are allergic to nuts.Packages must say "may contain nuts" if made in a factory with  peanuts.  Also, people allergic to peanuts are not allergic to peanut oil, but they think they are. The last nutty thing is that peanuts are not nuts they are legumes.     By the way , coffee is not a bean it is a berry.
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A woman had her cell phone stolen and she was beat up by transvestites. How scary is it that in the West Village by Christopher St. there are Transvestite gangs.  That is really scary.
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the U.S, Mail

My new mail person started on this route last fall I think. She is not doing a very good job, to say the least.
I used to get mail everyday , even  if it was junk mail or bills.  Now, I get mail maybe twice a week.
Perhaps she is trying to do me a favor editing what mail I should  get.  Who wants  junk mail and bills anyway?  One day I saw her 2 blocks from my house, it was a week that I had not gotten any mail yet.
She recognized me. She recognized me because I had complained to her, when she first started and i didn't get mail at all for  2 weeks.   When I finished complaining, her answer was  "oh, I thought you  moved".   Ummmm  WHAT??!#$%0&*%.  So I assured her I didn't move.  So when she saw me  a few weeks later and recognized me, as i was saying,  she  handed me a pile of mail. She said " here, I have some mail for  you ",   I never heard of a mailman / woman  doing that.  It's like I have the female  Newman.  "hello Newman"   from  Seinfeld.  On occasion, I am so happy to get mail, that I don't care that  she gave me my neighbor's mail  by  mistake.   I take what I can get.  Maybe i should have given her a   Xmas present.  I dunno.  I was thinking of mailing myself  10 letters a day , everyday ,,and seeing how many I get. Also put a note inside, in case my neighbors get my mail, " hey that's not your mail".  So  we will try that and see what happens.

Frog is back

Frog is back.  I have to get back in the groove.  Being in St Martin and  Sint Maarten, was interesting in that the  French Side was  definitely French. People spoke French, signs in French etc.  The Dutch side however, did not have anyone who spoke Dutch, no Dutch signs,  no Dutch people, no Dutch food.  Hmmm why in the world do they call it the  Dutch side. They should just call it the  "other side".

Red neck Inventions

I went to a convention where they had inventors.  One guy was a  "red neck" inventor.
There were some pretty good stuff. He had alot of  ropes and net inventions.  Nets that turn into rope so you can secure your rifle in back of your pickup truck.  Hooks that clip on to the vinyl siding on  trailer to hang stuff. Nets that can protect you from snakes if your campin out and hunting. These nets turn into ropes to  tow your truck out of the  mud.  Aluminum foil to stick in your grill to make it hotter , that's for grillin'.  Even plastic teeth for  chewin'.  Anyway, it sure was interesting.

happy bday

Well it was my son;s birthday today. We went out to dinner and ate like hungry animals.
We had pasta, we had foie gras, we had fish, we had lamb, fried cauliflower, spinach potatoes, octopus, lots of wine too.  Of course we had birthday cake.  His burps were plentiful and  smelliful. Tons of burps.
They lit the candle and we sang  "Happy Burpday To you ...."

in the basement

After East New York, my family moved to Staten Island. A private house, wow, it did seem like a big deal at the time.  I planted all sorts of shrubs and trees. It looked really nice. My father, not knowing anything about  such ornamental flora or horticulture, decided he would help these plants by spraying them with some type of weed killing energizer.  Well after years of these plants doing so well, I came  home to see  bald plants.  An azalea with no leaves, an andromeda with no leaves, the  man did not have a green thumb. A few years later, my father passed away, and my mom would keep herself occupied by cooking for my sister and brother.  She kept mostly to the kitchen and living room before retiring  to bed.  The basement was a thing of the past for her. My sister would do the laundry for her down there. All those steps were impossible for her.
      Well there was alot of action down  there  , unbeknownst to  my mom.  My nephew constantly would go down there and bring various strangers there. This went on for awhile, until the police showed up, and  it turns out my nephew, who would come in from East New York to Staten Island on the weekends would steal bikes parked outside in the neighborhood.  He had a thriving stolen bike business. Here, my mom was  so proud of her grandson, always busy in the basement, with so many "friends".  Basically she was  harboring a  criminal.
       So the  bike theft stopped,  and  my mom would be cooking her   lima bean , barley , soup with  black mushrooms and  a hunk of meat on the bone with marrow coming out of it, and with a cigarette stuck to her lip with a long ash on it, then it would fall in the soup. that was her secret ingredient.  But the soup  smelled great and tasted great.  She would  cook lots of  really good dishes, mostly Russian in origin, Stuffed cabbage with raisins and rice in the meat was one of her specialties, another was  ground liver kreplach (dumplings) were delicious.  She was oblivious to the goings on in the house.  My sister would grab a plate of food and go eat it in the basement.  She would  come up and  get seconds and then go back down there.  This went on for  many months, until one day  my mother  got so scared, she ventured into the basement and there was this guy Louie living down there for the past  8 months. He never came up except  in the middle of the nite to use the bathroom.  He went unnoticed for that long.
When my brother and I found out about this guy , we threw him out. But  it was  amazing and amusing, not to mention frightening that this could happen in my mom's house.   The house was sold so now we can just remember things. Over  2,000,0000 cigarettes were smoked in that house. So much  tar and gook in the air the doorbell stuck.  The white paint and  blue carpet had discolored, but we never knew that until we moved the furniture. You get used to the color and don't realize what the smoke does.  Well, it was  a good way when the house was sold.

pee dance

Happy Holidays to all my readers and fans.  I just looked at my post last year about Christmas tipping, check it out if you didn't see it.
     My new year resolution for this year , is not to make fun of old guys dancing on the Men's room line, waiting to pee. It is amusing watching  a bunch of guys over  50 doing the "pee dance".  All sorts of creative steps, but they all keep to the basic move, of a hand in their pocket holding themselves. I think in crowded places like stadiums,  theatres etc, there should be a special line for senior citizen men.