Here’s a Saturday post in the way of an apology for being so haphazard the past few weeks. The pizza guy used to be a dependable wellhead of gags a few years back, but he largely has disappeared. I attribute this to me now living in an area not served by pizza delivery. “Pizza Man” sounds like a super hero, doesn’t he? Maybe I could create such a character and feature him in a comic book! I think these comic conventions are starting to affect me. Speaking of, today is Saturday, so this must be Burlington, Vermont! The “Vermont Comic Con” begins today, and Arlo and Janis are there!
119 responses to “It’s Pizza Man!”
Good morning Villagers….
Not really Smigz, I just fake it until I make it. But thank you kindly for the compliment.
Put in 10 hours yesterday…heat was horrible. Two more days to go, and I pray this is all worth the sweating and cursing.
GR 😉 Sorry to hear that you have not been well. As Steve has said, you’ve been dealt a one two punch. Sometimes when stress and grief prevail, one’s immune system weakens and you get ill. Had it happen to me once. Prayers are still on their way……..Amen
Glad Jackie made it home….safe.
Cute Jerry 🙂
…and it’s Monday for some of you….hahahahaha, it’s Monday for me everyday.
me…..
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TIP BlogSpot is actually titled ‘A mtg. of the school trustees,’ so Melcher’s comment could be plausible. Peace,
http://thatispriceless.blogspot.com/
From an online teen slang dictionary:
1. n. refers to a woman’s breasts. “Check out the rack on that one!”
We’re going to come up with a new game called “Where’s Jackie?”
Ghost, a certain sort of intestinal distress might respond to eating yogurt (to let the good guys make a comeback).
I am pretty unpredictable and sometimes travel like that old carnival ride called The Wild Mouse with abrupt turns and twists at too high speeds.
Right now I am lying in my own bed under covers and kept waking up all night wondering where I was. I want to stay here!
Spent part of night going over route to Washington in my mind and calculating mpg, days available to travel. I can do it but just don’t want to go alone. Think I will go pick up my mail, get my hair and nails done and see if mental clarity returns. I have had two friends who named their boats Clarity. One misspelled it.
emb:
That’s an old slang word. I remember hearing it as a kid and would not be shocked if my dad did!
Very old slang word. Lots of women’s deer hunting tee shirts with a deer head and antlers that says “More than a big rack.”
One of my favorite eateries in Port Townsend, WA has a tee shirt they sell and their waitresses wear “More than a big deck.”
Al Capp used to draw overweight, not young, society matrons w/ racks so horizontal they’d put a cup and saucer on them. Gross.
Peace,
Jackie, there are some very good GPS apps for your smartphone, and mounts that you can put on your dashboard to hold said phone in an easy to see position. All you need to do is tell it where you’re going (and any important stops along the way) pick a route if it comes up with more than one and let it tell you when to turn and which way. Some of them even check traffic conditions and warn you about congestion, or detours, but even the simplest ones are better than having to pull over at night and check a map.
Thanks. I had thought about that since no one seems to sell old fashioned GPS any more. Funny thing was having Tony who drove big trucks with computers, GPS, etc. And he still used a big atlas to cross check and explained how he did his route per day cross checking and writing it all down. He thought I was way too casual in not pre-planning get stuff.
They call us civilians or worse I think.
I’m back
Jackie
Brother was stuck on eastbound I80 for 3 hours for chemical truck jackknife.
5 hrs from home.
Hang in there Debbe — hydrate.
Been cooler here but wet. Beautiful day at The MN State Fair Thursday
112,000 – 141,000 Friday. Went to Fair opening day, people still smiling.
Zen Wisdom with a twist.
1. Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty much leave me the hell alone.
While driving my boat around some detours we started laughing about poorly marked emergency detour and Tony told of more than one time following each other into oblivion, especially before computers.
I had shared my story of a string of us following through an Illinois corn field only to find we were following a farmer’s wife going home and pulling into her drive way.
Oh, no! http://www.telegraph.co.uk/films/2016/08/29/gene-wilder-dies-age-83—reaction-and-tributes-to-acting-great/
Well, Mark beat me to it but here’s my post on Mr. Wilders death anyway.
https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10209717205862452&id=1099561780
Doubly on-point (no pun intended)…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ID1mST8AzGo
Uh huh.
Ghost kitty is getting bigger and healthy, black and white, used to be tomcat kitty. Ran out to meet me last night.
Got my drivers license replaced, license plate for trailer, boat insurance paid, verified hotel reservations, meeting sail maker north of Dallas with boat cushions. Tomorrow have hair appointment, glass frames repair and oil and service for pickup. All in other towns. And register oat and title here.
I hate being responsible..
During my driving years GPSs became popular but not useful for big rigs. Their data bases didn’t include low bridge info or truck routes. During my last year specialized GPS for trucks came out, but cost a LOT more than that for cars.
Ghost kitty ran to greet you? Good to know my spirit animal doesn’t hold a grudge.
Surely you don’t. He won’t fight or get chewed up, will be healthier and live longer. He still loves me and gets lots of affection.
Having toes pedicured. That usually cheers me up. I refrain from suggesting because you probably have a scantily clad manicurist and mine is in a uniform and older lady.
Thought you all suspect that I need psychological evaluation so I have attached a photo of my wet nosed therapist. He’s a real cute sweetie.
https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=1653873131591088&id=100009052528502
Eleven years ago right now, I had a tree in my house and didn’t know it yet.
Debbe 😉 Remember radio DJ dedications? Remember radio DJs? Heck, remember radio?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Z4FbRi2Rgk