Monday Musings...
Welcome back my friends, to the show that never ends...
(and yes, those are song lyrics you're looking at...congrats for noticing.)
Another week of fighting the good fight, taking on the powers of evil, looking for bargains so we can stretch our dollars, and waiting to see what this government administration has in store for us "in our best interest"...
And it's barely MONDAY...imagine that.
*** We begin with a "post-game" show (of sorts) regarding this past weekend.
-- First off, I had to mention that Peter Falk passed away at the age of 83 last Thursday.
here's the WIKI on Mr. Falk:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Falk

















I do believe that there are no major cast members of the movie THE GREAT RACE left alive now.
That movie is a favorite of mine...damn shame they never did make a sequel (Paris to New York - the "return trip").
I loved Falk's portrayal of the bumbling sidekick (Max) to Jack Lemmon's "Professor Fate".
Marvelous casting. Those two were MADE for each other.
-- Next, an artist from comic book history (and a large part of my childhood) GENE COLAN also died.
Here's the WIKI on Gene:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gene_Colan
If you ever picked up a copy of some Marvel comic title from the 1960s, you probably held some of Gene's work in your hands.
He penciled such notable characters as Doctor Strange, Daredevil, Captain America, Wonder Woman, Batman, but he made his mark on MY life when he succeeded Don Heck in doing the IRON MAN series found in the old TALES OF SUSPENSE title, carrying over into the IRON MAN series with issue #1.
His talent and particular pencilling style will be sorely missed and probably never repeated again.
-- Now, if you noticed, this past Saturday was Mrs. Bobby G.'s birthday, and we went to Red Lobster for lunch.
It was there we met fellow blogger Chris (Tilting at Windmills) and his wife Laurie.
I must say, we did indeed have a good time chatting about a myriad of topics...oh, and the food was pretty good, too.
Now, I have to back up JUST a bit and state that our "new neighbors" across the street had their SECOND week of "yard sales", and that meant people were pulling up alongside OUR property (and driveway), so as we left to head up north, I said to her:
"You wait...we'll have someone across the driveway, and we better NOT when we get home."
There was this Hispanic guy (Victor - lives at the house of a felon down the corner of our block) who was posting SIGNS for the yard sale, and "thought" he'd put one on one of our trees on our property (he thought WRONG).
I was out the door and said:
"You don't want to put that there on our tree...a utility pole works just as well." He took the hint, but I had a gut feeling it was just the beginning.
Well, on the way home, (we went over Wells St, as the bridge on S. Clinton was being repaired and slows traffic), as we turned into Glenbrook Mall to cross behind and get to Wells, some black male idiot in a dark brown Alero comes screaming out of the parking lot, not looking any which-way EXCEPT at the MIDDLE FINGER I promptly gave him for driving like a maniac and cutting across our bow, barely missing us!!!
I mean he was the ONLY car around us (that winding road is meant to allow people to access parking on the back side of the mall, and is usually empty...that's why we took it), and picked THAT moment to try to get into an accident (and picking the WRONG person to pull that kind of sh*t on).
It was like someone suddenly opened the sluice gate and let all the morons out.
And it was like that most of the several mile drive home...people braking for no reason, not signalling turns, darting across intersections, not knowing WHAT LANE (we used to call them "Dream-Weavers") they're SUPPOSED to be in...that kinda crap.
Well, we FINALLY (and by the grace of God, no doubt) back to OUR street, and sure enough...adding insult to (near) injury, there's a damn full size VAN blocking our driveway.
So, I do what any person (like me) would do...roll up and LAY ON THE HORN (well it is MY driveway, and has a PRIVATE PROPERTY - KEEP OUT sign posted). The older white guy pulls it up out of the way, and after I get our car safe in the garage, I say (loud enough to be heard):
"This better not become a goddamn parking lot, because I DO know how to dial the FWPD."
Didn't really see much "business" after that outburst.
A little later on, the "usual" house down the block had yet ANOTHER visit from the FWPD, and this time ANIMAL CONTROL came by.
No one got the "cuff 'n stuff" (as usual) and NO animals were removed (which surprised me, as I had come to believe that EVERYONE in that house WAS an "animal"...meaning a bit less than human for my liking)...amazing.
I'd figure if the police are coming to MY house at least once a month, something might be wrong somewhere...'ya think?
And it's never JUST one FWPD vehicle...they must really LIKE "company"...that's gotta be it.
When we got settled, I set about making Wifey's cake...chocolate fudge cake with chocolate icing (still practicing my "writing skills" with the decorating gig, but I got the "rosettes" down pretty well...lol).
Since we were full from lunch, we just had the cake and the birthday song a bit later...and yes, it was good enough to eat.
Bobby G. doesn't cook OR bake crap...that's a given in MY kitchen...!
Sunday, was a lot "tamer" by comparison...no driveway blockages.
Victor, however was taken to riding a battery-powered scooter about the street (as he was "running" the yard sale...AGAIN).
And, as a result (he does like to drink), he dumped the scooter (and himself) in the middle of the street. I was really laughing too hard to get a picture of THAT, but it was destined to happen sooner or later.
Needless to say, the scooter got a much-needed rest.
Yes, it does appear that we always have our shares of neighborhood morons...that's just the way Section 8 (and the gimme parade) works down here...
Don't ever place anyone with financial troubles that is a GOOD person (wanting to work OUT of poverty) around us (who are not poverty-stricken in any way) when you can dump some lazy-ass baby factories and their boyfriends of the month (and their posse) all around instead...
And people wonder WHY the SE side gets a bad rep?
C'mon, now...it's been PLANNED this way by the city.
It's by...DESIGN.
(we must be following the "Detroit Model"...ROFL)
Anyway, yesterday, I made garlic pepper cubed steaks with baked potato for dinner (with salad) and b'day cake for dessert.
We would have had those cheesy rolls/biscuits we were SUPPOSED to have brought home from Red Lobster, but someone who had a birthday this weekend forgot...wonder who that was?
Suffice it to say, we managed to stave off the bad with the good we were fortunate to attain this past weekend.
And now, we get to look forward to July 4th, and all the fireworks (that we've been hearing for weeks, and the FWPD can't seem to get a handle on).
Yes...it's a brand new week...and we hit the ground running (or in my case, lightly jogging at a comfortable pace until the lower limbs get a bit nimbler...takes about a half hour to iron out the kinks...LOL)
Got some places to go this week, things to get, lists to make...and leftover chocolate cake that we'd really hate to see go stale.
(we'll be working on that last one...definitely)
Remember, there's no bad thing in life that a good piece of cake can't help cure.
Have yourselves a great week.
Be well, make a difference to someone, and...
Stay safe out there, America.