A weak week

Tuesday was a day of recovery from a Bucca Boy Night, and a needed rest up for the Liam Storm. I had babysitting duties on Wednesday and Thursday. With James out of town, I had time to catch up on my Pogo Games, My Kindle reading and of course anything resembling useless.

Wednesday, I picked up Liam and headed off to find something to do. I was void of ideas, so I went to pick up my other nephews RJ and Chris. But alas the poor saps were still taking their finals in school, so I was at a loss what to do. We ended up at the Broadway Mall in Hicksville where we dined on the fine cuisine of McDonalds and headed in for the 12:30 showing of Toy Story 3. There have been numerous postings on Facebook and even an article in Time magazine how this movie has brought grown men to tears. What happened to the good old days, when men kept their feelings bottled up inside and developed ulcers. The pendulum has swung in the opposite direction and guys are announcing "I Cried". Come on, We all got Misty eyed at the GE commercials and the coffee one where the soldier son returns home to make a pot of coffee for his mother, but we didn't take out ads declaring it! Well, the movie was wonderful and it has been 15 yrs. since the last movie and it feels like the toys never left us. Yet, I am sad to say, I left the movie dry-eyed.

Thursday was an early call day for my Manny duties. I got Liam before 10 and headed right off to shopping with Miss Kitty. We needed to hurry along because it was Mother Mary's birthday and Liam and I were treating her to IHop. You're Jealous I bet. Call me on your 73 birthday and I'll splurge! . We had an ex-nun as a waitress. I'm not really sure, but she continually told me to straighten up, looked completely bored with her job and whacked me on the knuckles with a ladle several times. Liam and I headed off to check on Sparky, so while I did bills, Liam watched a movie and covered my bed in Popcorn kernels. On our way home we were hit by a freak storm. It poured buckets of rain, but the sun was shining. I needed my sunglasses to drive. Liam was so amazed; "I've never seen this in my whole life" he said. After giggling at his 5 yrs. life experience, I told him I had never seen this before. Well the look I got was like " you've seen the parting of the Red Sea but never seen this before, Really?" Little bastard! Well I quickly dumped him off, where he turned himself in for his many misdeeds of the day, including swinging on my arm when I wasn't looking. It was like the 4th of July came early, So Many Stars!

Friday came and I made it a me day. I first needed to stop at Cha Cha's and turn on his sprinkler system. I was surprised at how green his grass was with no sprinklers till Cha Cha's neighbor informed me I had the wrong house. OOPS-A-Daisy! It seems the past owners didn't like the aesthetics of sprinklers, so they planted plants right on top of the heads. After digging the plants out and submerging myself in mud I asked Cha Cha for a dry shirt. He said he would look, but didn't think he anything my size. Like I need a Mu Mu, you 5 pound tramp. Well I squeezed into the shirt he gave me and headed for my hair appointment. Gina Marie is such a miracle worker, she cut my hair and found my natural blond hair color underneath (which will lighten further with exposure to the sun) No really this is my natural color. I then headed off for the chiropractor who would adjust my back after Liam used me for a Jungle "Jim". I had up to this point sedating myself every 4 hrs. and getting no sleep. Thank God Scott is a miracle worker too.

Well I titled it a weak week for a reason. So Tata for now!

Sugar-Free

James is gone off to L.A., so while the pussy is away, the ever handsome mouse will play. I have sad news to report, I have left the employment of Sugars. The back spasms had become to much. That's my story and I'm sticking to it!, but ask me privately. I guess during the winter it wasn't so bad, but when spring came it was too much. On weekends, it was James barking orders "weed this" , "pluck that" and my favorite "Hoe, like you mean it!". There was no rest going into Mondays, and what's the use of bartending if you can't drink because you're on medications. Well sleeping with the customers is always an option, but you should have seen my customers. . With my current jobless status, it left the time ripe to revive the Bucca Boys of Bedraggled Blanche! Yeah, Bedraggled! Have a problem with that word? Thought not! So I rested all afternoon for the gala event. The Cha Cha, Head Bucca, and Me- The guy who still hasn't got a cool nickname. Well the night was uneventful, other then the visiting banker, who wanted to play strip pool and didn't even needed the pool table. So Prince Albert came out of the can. I hang out at such classy establishments. Well it was a quiet night and headed home at a reasonable hour. Well reasonable for me: translation; before last call.

My new craze of craziness is now directed at employees who feel it's okay to carry on a cellphone conversation , while waiting on customers., or even better making you wait till their conversation is over. It seems common etiquette has gone out the window and bounced off 2 cellphone towers. 7-11 seems to be at the top of the list. Of course, the more savvy one's hide out in the the refrigeration unit, while the line of customers continues to grow. I have now decided to voice my opinion, but it seems that it has just led to confusion on their part, probably due in part to the relentless bombardment of radio waves bouncing around in their heads. I know that my critics will say "with what they make, what do you expect", but "The Peter Principle" would clearly explain that they have reached their plateau of inability and that's where they'll sit. Yes, "The Peter Principle" is a real business theory, not a gay euphemism. Well there they will sit on their cellphone making me wait to pay for my coffee, with the loads of seniors waiting to play Lotto with their dollar and a dream.

Just in case you haven't thought politics is crazy enough, I would like to nominate Sharon Angle from Nevada as "Queen of Behavioral modification aka "The Loony Bin". Tata for now.

Happy Father's Day

To All the Father's out there I wish I heartfelt Happy Father's Day. To all you Sugar Daddies not so much. The one true wish I always had was to be a Father; all the injuries, all the bills, all the endless hours, but one of the greatest rewards. I'll settle for Godfather and Uncle, where you get all the joy, and then hand them back to the parents when your bored, and head home for a nap. Plus, watching James' panicked, nauseated look the first time he held Liam with a dirty diaper, I realized I would have been on my own.

Promises, Promises was last night. James and I attended the show with Cha Cha LaBucca and his date Dr. David. Poor Cha Cha has seen it necessary to go out of state for dates lately; either wearing out all the Long Island options, or looking for a more superior dashing selection. Let's see there was Boston, Canada and Guadeloupe. Okay Okay he wore Long Island out! James and I got in early for dinner, and James selected Barbetta on W 46th st, because of their quaint outside dining. Well Mr. Oblivious was perplexed by my bogus excitement, obviously forgetting the last time we were there I got crapped on by the birds in their trees. Doesn't that make for delectable dining? Thankfully I survived dinner feces free, and had a very enjoyable dinner. We set off to meet Cha Cha and David at Sardi's for a quick cocktail and then off to the theater. David is just as tall as me and definitely sturdier, so what do you think petite Cha Cha does. He sticks poor David inside next to the obese women who has wedged her cheeks in to the seat and cascaded over into David's seat. Guess we won't be seeing him again! . If you are interested, I was very comfortable in the aisle seat. Promises, Promises stars Kristin Chenoweth and Sean Hayes (Jack in "Will and Grace"). I thoroughly enjoyed the show, and was greatly surprised by how hysterical it was. Sean was extremely adept, especially when he used the audience for his asides. Kristin was sparkling and her voice was as always beautiful. But my greatest accolades go to Kate Finneran, as the overly imbibed Marge, which should be no surprise since she walked away with the Tony. She may have only have been onstage for 15 minutes (Maybe) but she tore the stage apart with her cooing, stumbling and fawning. So see it, see it, see it; as opposed to the Addams Family which we saw while I was hiatus. I have tried so hard to forget that lame, ridiculous musical, that I have told Moe and Debbie twice not to waste their time. The problem with that is they saw it with us. Yes early dementia sets in. I offer my apologies to Bebe, Nathan and Kevin, who handled there parts deftly, but how deftly can you handle day old vomit? Poor crippled David said an early good-bye, which "Have to be at the Hospital early". Not sure as a Doctor or a Patient, and we headed for the LIRR grabbing a nightcap on the way.

For Father's Day, we chose to handle it low-key, to help lighten the fact that Mr. Joe was not with us this year. Only last month did we find out that poor Tom thinks we left his father at the golf course. For my father that might actually bring him joy, but Joe never picked up a club in his life. We surmise it was the open airy feeling of St. Charles that gave him that impression. We once again dined at the the Galleria in Westbury with Mary and Jack, Miss Kitty and Tom. I was fashionably late, with everyone seated already. We had a very pleasant evening, with Tom and Jack not leaving a crumb on their plate. Mary was sure to comment that he never finishes his plate, but she has made that observation every time we are at the Galleria. Bless her heart, she hasn't figured out that only home-cooking goes uneaten. Mary of course like me left room for Sambucca and coffee, like mother like, Well you know.

So thankfully we had a pleasant weekend together, while James now gets ready to travel to L.A. for business, or is it? Well, the private detective will be sure to tell me. TaTa for now