Saturday, August 18, 007

Bob's Blah Blog:


Ok, back to the blogging...Sorry, due to technical difficulties not entirely out of my control, I am now blogging and its Saturday, August 25. Today's blog was actually started on the 18th.


FOP conference went pretty well. Did I mention we went to see the Oak Ridge Old Men (Boys, but they are old now) on Monday night. I knew about 6 of their songs. Never was much of an ORB fan, just liked some of their music. They put on a good show, tho. Someone (and I DON'T mean Corinne) got really drunk at the concert and was really loud. She had a good time, tho, we thinks.


We didn't go to the hospitality rooms much this year. Too hot, too muggy, too old to go out drinking anymore. One beer and we are done for the evening. Sometimes a cold beer is really good, like with mexican food, and sometimes it just puts us to sleep.


We went to see the movie Hairspray on Tuesday or Wednesday afternoon since we had nothing else to do, like go to Wal-Mart, do laundry, sleep or eat or ?? It was an ok movie, but had lots of singing in it. Who makes musicals anymore? John Travolta did a good job as a lady, so he was funny.


We got a really big T-Strom on Thursday afternoon. Lightning, thunder, rain and hail....the big four. Golf ball sized hail in some parts of Jeffersonville, which was like a 1/2 mile away. No power outages. Wonder why we have power outages in Phx when there are thunderstroms...oh yeah, APS. How could I forget? Did I ever tell you what the initials APS stand for? Well, I can't write it here, but if you have an imagination of any kind, you can probably figure it out if you feel the same way I do about them. (long story, but would make a great novella).


We ate a couple of times at a restaurant named Rocky's. I-talian food. Really good food, reasonably priced and beer was served. One time we had pizza (imagine that..) thin crust, with almost everything on it. yum. Our waitress, Lauren, was particularly pleasant to talk with and she actually sat down after our meal and we talked about life, school, AZ and family. She wants to be a girls basketball coach (played college ball). She should do well at it. You go, Girl! Chi mangia bene, mangia Italiano! (Those who eat well, eat Italian)


The rain storm caused no significant damage to anything, as far as I know, but a tornado siren blared in some small burg nearby, according to the news people. Live. Local. Late Breaking. Anyone getting tired of hearing about "Late Breaking" news at the top of the news hour. Seems to be getting popular throughout the country. Oooo.....late breaking news that ocurred just three hours ago... I gots some late breaking news for them peeps.....

Went to do our laundry on Thursday night after the rain. There was a great radio station playing in the automat. I cannot recall the call letters, but the freq was 103.1 on the FM dial, Lowville, KY. While we were there, and there weren't many others there, cept a couple of ladies and a guy, we heard an old Eddie Rabbit tune I am sure y'all will remember.."I love a laundry night, I love a laundry night. I love to hear the washer and dryer as they spin to make my clothes clean, cuz it makes them smell good."

Anyway, a good slow dancing song came on the radio so I asked Corinne to dance. Damn the torpedos, full speed ahead, we go or die trying have always been my motto. Corinne accepted my invitation to dance since her card wasn't full up yet. We smooth moved around and between the washers and dryers, surely making the lonely men and women in the laundromat jealous of our style and pose. I think only one person left.

The Road Queen (and I mean Corinne) is still smiling ear to ear whenever anyone asks if she is enjoying retirement. Sheeya!


I want to give a shout out to a couple of new possible readers. Hey to Art and Terri, Barb and Joe. Hope Moe isn't keeping you all awake every night with all the party'n going on there. Also, a big thank you to John H. for fixing a wall for me at the house. Got knocked over, somehow, mysteriously. I know how it got knocked over, nothin' mysterious about it. It was space aliens with a tractor beam sent to take all the good stuff I have. Thanks, John, we will square up when I get back.


I don't know about you all, but if there is anything that does scares the b-gebbers out of me, its space aliens. I used to park my patrol cruiser out on Interstate 10, like at milepost 78 or something in the median and just shut off my lights and watch. Then, out of nowhere, there would be lights over by the mountains where there were no lights before. Scared the heck out of me, so I got back on the road and beat feet back to civilization. I feared the tractor beam would suck me up as I drove down the road and my cruiser would just continued down the road unoccupied. I know we all have this exact same fear, so I am sure you are right behind me on this, although it does make me susceptible to being abducted for spreading the word. Someday, I'll write about my theory of how space aliens make contact with their counterparts already living on earth amongst us.


We now have over 5000 miles on this trip. Getting 10 mpg still. Fuel has ranged from 2.99/gal in the west and midwest to 2.65/gal in Kentucky and surrounding area. What's wrong with that? Last time we were in KY, which was probably in 1993 or so, I found gasoline in a little town called London for .79/gal when it was selling for a good .50/gal more in other locales. Something needs to be done to get things right for the Americans.


We are having a great time and enjoying retirement. Wait, what's that bright light and humming noise? Awwwwwww!!!


O0m poppa. oom poppa, oom poppa mau mau....high 'ol Silver away......


Bobo