I thought I owed you a special Saturday post, and a return to routine won’t hurt me, either. It’s good to hear the hum of conversation around here, but I feel like you just depend on me to unlock the front door! Well, that’s ok. I don’t mind at all. The strip above first appeared way back in 1992. They’re still sitting on that same sofa.
Ladies’ Man
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135 responses to “Ladies’ Man”
Gary, see if any of this info is useful to you: http://www.wikihow.com/Smoke-Cheese
I never smoked cheese, but I’ll take the fifth on other substances. Seriously, I only smoked cigarettes for about 2 months when I was 18. The discussion has been fascinating tonight after a slow weekend and I look forward to more of the same. My thanks to Charlotte for your comment. I’ve said it before, but I consider myself extremely lucky. I should have died broke years ago and I have a good life with what I consider some minor inconveniences.
Trucker & Dave
Prosopagnosia – there was a program on PBS about it a few years back.
Don’t remember much other than man could not recognize his children
or wife – until they spoke. May have been caused by stroke.
I too have problem placing names with faces.
I also see similarities in faces – sometimes that are not there -sort of.
It seems more and more it is easier to remember years ago rather than “last day”.
(A word our son used before he learned yesterday – now in our family it means indeterminate recent past.)
I thought I heard someone is collecting words with “family meanings”
Good morning Villagers…..
Guess what? Guess what I drove home from work yesterday? My Isuzu!!!! On Friday I paid $67 to tow it from point A (the hen house) to point B, well point B wasn’t sure they could fix it. So, Ian and Andrew found point C. Got charged another $67 to tow ‘Suzi from point B to point C. Andrew came into the hen house, waiting on Ian to show up in my car. Said he could have done the work himself…he looked underneath yesterday and said he could see how it could have been done. Now, what I want to know is….what in the world did they do all Saturday afternoon, I know they where at point B and point C discussing the matter. Oh, well, it’s coming out of Ian’s pocket and not mine. I wish they would ‘wake’ up.
Can one buy smoked cheese. I think I will check on that because it sure does sound good. And gosh, I do love pulled port. I was in the grocery store one day last week, and looked at a good local brand I use to buy…good golly Miss Molly…the price on it was ridiculous for just one pound. I put it down.
I too had never heard of Dave’s diagnosis. Prayers for you Dave…I know it must be frustrating, but you seem to have conditioned your brain in one area to make up for it…if that makes any sense.
Jerry, I claim the fifth too 🙂
I have a hard time remembering names…but I think that it’s just part of the aging process…I hope.
Thanks, Mark…forgot about that one, and still don’t really remember it. I must have forgot about the pudding when that album came out.
GR 😉
Hey, Jean…where ya been???
Ya’ll have a blessed day…
=^..^=
Ever used one of these? 🙂
http://cheezburger.com/8198417152
Good morning Debbe. I couldn’t sleep and stayed up. I’ll regret it later today. There are a lot of old chicken houses in north Florida, but I think that as a commercial enterprise it is dead, probably due to the weather. It seems to be popular as a hobby though to have a few chickens in the backyard. I have fond memories of going out and gathering eggs with my grandmothers, but cats are the only thing that I raise these days and they seem to be the ones in charge.
Debbe: Have seen smoked cheddar and maybe others at the deli counter in a local employee-owned supermkt, but never bought any. Love cheeses, but / their fat content, don’t eat much. Jarlsberg*, an ementhaler* sort has a regular [8 g./oz.] and a low-fat: 3.5 g./oz.], both quite good. Mozarella is good.
Peace, emb
27F out, no snow on ground, clear, 55 hi predicted, 0% precip. today, tonight, Wed. emb
Debbe, the charge seems to be a little low on that one. Might need a jump start.
Dave, Jerry, and other folks here often remind me that the person the world sees is not the whole person. Today, I will work harder to be kinder, more tolerant, and less quick to judge. Today, I thank God for Jimmy, the Village, and my life.
Denise: 🙂
When I’m in the grocery store on Saturday I try to be patient with all of the retirees that could have gone anytime during the week, even though I am one of them.
I love cheeses. Had a wonderful cheese plate for lunch last Saturday.
Have a standing rule, either #29 or #36, “Never shop for groceries at 9AM.” That is usually the time retirement communities unload their daily supply of aisle cloggers. Seniors must plan their aisle blocking maneuvers the way Patton did his campaigns, how else could they block twenty-six strategic points with a slow rolling blockade.
JJ, the Tuesday offering is a masterpiece. Was at one of those fast food places recently. Young lady stood up. She had to pull her cutoffs down to cover herself. By the time she reached the door both cheeks had crept out again. Had to remind myself that she was baiting the trap. 😉
What trap? Oh, you mean the welcome mat? 😉
The worst are those shopping carts with a front end that is supposed to, I suppose, resemble a NASCAR racer with a place for the ankle-biters and rug rats to sit within. They appear to be about three times as wide as a regular cart and capable of blocking an entire aisle by themselves.
It is a well-documented fact that the best place to hold a family reunion is in any aisle of any establishment that I am attempting to navigate. The happy faces and delighted chatter make me feel somewhat badly about begrudging them their diagonally-parked shopping carts and casual stances.
Jerry in FL, yes, there’s a name. I put it right in my message. Prosopagnosia.
Trucker Ron,
Mine is not from a trauma. It’s been diagnosed as partial congenital, and partial psychological. I was beat up several times a week in public schools for most of my 12 years of public school. Early on I learned NOT to make eye contact. As a result, the necessary learning to recognize facial features didn’t develop properly. But without the congenital issue to start with, that shouldn’t have led to Prosopagnosia.
Jerry in FL, saw your next message. Sorry I jumped the gun on my reply. 🙂
GR6, and they are more than twice as long, and apparently steer like a truck with no power steering. And don’t get me started on the moms who let their dear little children hold buggy races and hide-and-seek in the aisles.
ok, multiple responses here:
Mark in TTown, I don’t remember the faces. People will say hi to me in a store, and I have no idea who they are. They’ll talk to me and I’ve gotten good at faking a conversation until something clues me in on who they are. If they’re someone very familiar, I may recognize the voice right away, but then turn around to see where it came from and have no clue which person spoke because I can’t find the person that goes with that voice. But if I don’t recognize the voice, small movements that are unusual may clue me in, otherwise I wait for the obvious discussion clues, like they mention their daughter and I know that person is friends with my son, and now I know who they are. 🙂
And I’ve always been directionally challenged. 🙂 I can literally get lost going around the block, and in fact have (in my early 20s).
Steve from Royal Oak, learning to deal with it is just a part of learning how to deal with life. It’s always been a problem. But the problems in school made it stick. I never looked people in the eye because that drew their attention to me and I’d get beat up. But think about learning to walk with only 2 legs. To a four legged animal, they must view that as a hardship we had to overcome, but to us it’s normal. Not recognizing faces isn’t because of an injury in my case, so learning to cope with it was more just a case of learning to get around in the world around me.
Old Bear, that PBS program is what led me to seek out a doctor about this. I never knew how others recognized faces and just presumed they were better at it than I was. Until that program I had no idea. My wife and I watched it and both of us looked at each other and said that’s me (well, I said that’s me, she said that’s you)!
And now I’m off (my rocker?) to get some work done. 🙂
Fun food fact for your next pickle buying trip: http://mentalfloss.com/article/64109/why-vlasic-pickles-mascot-stork
Just back from the health club and saw today’s A&J. I want to give Jimmy a BIG GOLD STAR for today’s strip. It really hit home for me and many of my friends. It is truly a classic!
To Jimmy; a big WAR EAGLE !!!Keep up the GREAT work!
Thanks, sand. I like kosher dills. I also liked the other article there. Well, the picture, anyway. It puts the “lust” in “illustration” 🙂
http://mentalfloss.com/article/64091/10-behind-scenes-secrets-flight-attendants
Also, it’s probably best not to use the fold-down “baby seat” featured on most regular market baskets, unless you don’t mind putting your grocery items where some baby’s poopy-diapered butt has been riding. Even worse is when Mom parks Baby’s P-DB on the counter at the fast food register while she pays for her purchase. I’m Lovin’ It – NOT.
From the above linked article…”since 1980, only three people have died as a direct result of turbulence. Of those fatalities, two passengers weren’t wearing their safety belts.”
What the heck happened to the third one?? Did his seat belt bisect him or something?
domaucan1, perhaps I’m not old enough yet, but I have never, ever had that thought. 😉
In a related matter, two things you’ll never hear a redneck say…
“She’s too young to be wearin’ a bikini.”
“Those shorts ought to be a little longer, Darla.”
Ghost, I think the third one was buckled in, but the whole seat fell through the hole that opened in the side of the aircraft. That was the plane flying over the Midwest when a large section of the sidewall blew out.