Rerun and dog-runs...
I just read that Fred "Rerun" Berry of "What's Happening" died yesterday at only 52 years old (stroke-related). That's sad to me. Maybe it's sad because he was on an episode of "I Love the 70s" recently, and I got filled with nostalgia (even though I only saw "What's Happening" as reruns in the 80s. Maybe it's sad because I'm old enough to know who he is... Was interesting reading about his life and what he did AFTER "What's Happening?" Basically..he did nothing, got into a little drugs, had a short career re-boost with "What's Happening NOW?", then he got out of drugs and actually became a minister at a church right around here in Madison, Alabama.
But if you don't know who I'm talking about...then all this banter means zilch...
Got up on a normal schedule this morning. I like not sleeping late and feeling like I've just wasted a bit of my life away...
I'm glad to see Wes joined the "productivity-sucking-activity" called blogging. And he vows not to get "personal." But isn't saying that you're not going to get "personal" actually a way of being "personal?" ;-)
KEY DIALOGUE OF THE MORNING: (6:00 a.m.) "Stupid dog's barking." "What dog?" "Our dog." (pause, followed by my knocking on the window trying to get my dog to shut up). "Quit knocking on the window." "But the stupid dog..." (annoyed, she says:) "Stop knocking on the window." (annoyed, I reply) "Then YOU get up and make the dog stop barking." (another pause, as she's obviously already asleep again). "Okay, I'LL get up and make the dog stop barking." (insert grunts/creaking bones as I get out of bed, dress, and stumble outside)..."Sheesh it's cold out here." (I open the gate, let the dog out to put her in the garage...then I "joyfully" get to chase her around the yard). "Come her you stupid dog." (finally drag the dog inside, put her in the garage, and go back to bed). "Hey, get off my side of the bed." (she moans and moves over). "What were you doing?" "Stopping the dog from barking." "Whose dog?"
(sigh)
Actually, now that it's later and I'm no longer sleepy...that was pretty funny...
But if you don't know who I'm talking about...then all this banter means zilch...
Got up on a normal schedule this morning. I like not sleeping late and feeling like I've just wasted a bit of my life away...
I'm glad to see Wes joined the "productivity-sucking-activity" called blogging. And he vows not to get "personal." But isn't saying that you're not going to get "personal" actually a way of being "personal?" ;-)
KEY DIALOGUE OF THE MORNING: (6:00 a.m.) "Stupid dog's barking." "What dog?" "Our dog." (pause, followed by my knocking on the window trying to get my dog to shut up). "Quit knocking on the window." "But the stupid dog..." (annoyed, she says:) "Stop knocking on the window." (annoyed, I reply) "Then YOU get up and make the dog stop barking." (another pause, as she's obviously already asleep again). "Okay, I'LL get up and make the dog stop barking." (insert grunts/creaking bones as I get out of bed, dress, and stumble outside)..."Sheesh it's cold out here." (I open the gate, let the dog out to put her in the garage...then I "joyfully" get to chase her around the yard). "Come her you stupid dog." (finally drag the dog inside, put her in the garage, and go back to bed). "Hey, get off my side of the bed." (she moans and moves over). "What were you doing?" "Stopping the dog from barking." "Whose dog?"
(sigh)
Actually, now that it's later and I'm no longer sleepy...that was pretty funny...
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