The life and times of Beto living in the big city. Playing his Saxaphone on the streets to passerbys in hopes of making enough money to go live his dream of being a back-up singer for Neil Diamond. His act is called simply, "Sax in the City".
Remember when you watched, “It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown” as a child and you thought it was an alright cartoon, it was no Loony Tunes, but it was at least watchable.
Last night I had an occasion to watch “It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown” and as an adult, I have some strong concerns about these kids in the Peanuts cartoons.
What is with Charlie Brown? I don’t know if anyone followed his life after his little stint with the “Peanuts” gang, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he killed himself around the age of 14. Everyone picks on him, he can’t even make a good ghost costume, and when everyone else gets buckets of candy whalst out trick-or-treating, his friendly neighbors give him Rocks. Rocks? Really? Is that how we treat a child with low self-esteem, by giving him rocks instead of candy? If I was Charlie Brown, I would have come back in the night and returned all those rocks through their windows.
And what is with this Lucy? She’s a JERK, with a capital “J”, I don't care…
So one of the things I dread in life is teaching Elder’s Quorum at church. I love to teach Sunday School and could do that all day every day, but those Elders are a tough crowd to teach to.It seems to me, and I could be wrong, that the guys just give up once they get to Elders Quorum. They don’t want to answer any questions, or volunteer to read. They just want to sit there for an hour until church gets out.So here was me yesterday teaching, “OK Friends, so who can tell me what Charity is?”(The distant sound of crickets chirping)Now, I am not afraid of silence and I am a believer in letting people ponder the question before they respond, but after ten minutes of very loud silence it’s time for someone to say “uncle”. It’s like a silent competition to see who will cave first. Will the teacher answer his own question or will the elders finally have the courage to speak up? It’s hard to say who ultimately wins this battle in the endYesterday, it seemed that I had to answer the majority o…
So last night I couldn’t fall asleep, and for whatever reason my mind went back to the Justice League cartoon I used to watch as child.
Remember? You had Superman, Batman, Aquaman, Wonder Women and those annoying Wonder Twins with their monkey (I don’t remember what their function was because they had useless powers and really cause more problems than they fixed) and they would try to defend the Earth from crazy villains. It was a veritable Dream Team of Supers.
Every “Super” had a cool means of transportation.
Superman could fly, Batman had the Batmobile, Aquaman rode on dolphins, and Wonder Women had… an invisible jet. You heard me right friends, an invisible jet. Now the invisible jet would be cool if once Wonder Women was in her jet she would also become invisible, much like the invisibility clock from Harry Potter. That would make sense to me.
But she isn’t invisible friends; Wonder Women is clearly visible in the seated position. Which is a really weird position to be whirling thr…
Is the hardest part of your grocery shopping experience deciding what toilet paper to buy?
Yesterday, I ran into the store just to buy toilet paper, and it took me 20 minutes to come to any sort of a conclusion as to which toilet paper would work best for my personal needs.
At first, I went for the strongest and softest, the perfect comination of velvet and steel, Ultra Charmin. It almost make s you wish you had the “runs”.
However, as many of you know, for whatever reason, a 4-pack of Ultra Charmin, the Mercedes-Benz of toilet paper, now can cost upwards of $5.00.
Let’s be honest, why are they trying to gouge us on toilet paper? It’s nothing; it would be something if it was made out of cotton, or an exotic flower. But when you get right down to it, toilet paper is a bunch of lint stuck together on a roll. And they want $5.00 for this thing?
I stood there justifying this eleborate purchase by saying, “You work so hard Rob. You deserve to be pampered at least once a day… or once a w…
Maybe you have wondered as I have, whatever happened to Charo? That hispanic lady, guitar in tow, with those skimpy, sparkly culottes. Man, that chick had a good thing going for a while. All I know is that after my Saturday night bath as a child if it was a “clean” episode my parents would let me watch the “Love Boat”. (Now that I am older it is surprising how much hula-who was going on when Capt. Stubing wasn’t looking. Ya, know what I'm saying?)
Did you ever notice, as I did, that it always seemed like Charo was a guest star on "The Love Boat". Why is that? A lot of people don’t know this but she appeared on the “The Love Boat” over eight times. Eight times, people! And I bet if I asked you why she was considered a “star” coming on that boat, lo those eight times, chances are you wouldn’t know. In all honesty I don’t think I really know.
Ya, she played the guitar, and she did that thing called the “cuchi cuchi” but the question remains why was she so famous. Any ideas?
Friends, I am not much of a party goer. In fact, if I am being honest, and I would like to think that I am, I HATE parties. I shouldn't say "hate", I like parties that have, oh I don't know, maybe 2-3 people attending. Once we hit 4 people in one room, socially I feel obligated to leave. It's too loud and the social responsibility to talk to all those people is just too much. Am I right?
Last night, I attended a party. When I entered the party there was about 3 people mulling around. We had appetizers, we shared some laughs, it was fantastic.
15 minutes later, all of a sudden there was a steady stream of people flooding the party. Little by little I was pushed into the breakfast nook holding my virgin mint julep and meatball on a tooth pick. I couldn't hear, and I really wasn't the center of attention any more. At this point the voice inside me said, "Um-kay, it's time to go,"
There was a slight problem friends, there was a sea of people bet…