Cock and Bull Story

I recall as a young child, coming home and being chastised by my mother, with her yelling at me, "If you think I'm going to believe that Cock and Bull Story about why you're late, you've got another thing coming". Although I had no idea what a "Cock and Bull Story" was, I got a general idea and thought it unwise to ask at that particular time.

I was laying in bed tonight and couldn't sleep. That incident ran across my mind and I realized, that although through the years I've learned what a Cock and Bull Story was, I still wanted to see what the Internet said about the whole affair. This is that explanation:Cock and Bull Story

Speechless at "Fascinations"...

At age 63, it's safe to say that it's been quite a long time since I've been to an adult amusement park. What is an adult amusement park, you ask? I'd say it's a store where they specialize is adult trinkets, machines, oils and fashions that tease the sexual being of a person. You know, that inevitable sex drive that we all have. A porn shop! Although the porn doesn't interest me, some of the creations by twisted and warped minds does seem to "fascinate" me, thus the name of the store truly applies. On our way to my favorite Chinese restaurant yesterday, we found ourselves driving down 32nd St.. As I looked up I saw a sign that read "Fascinations" and had always wondered where that store was located, that has advertised on TV around the holidays. I looked at Dippy and asked if she wanted to stop and before she could really answer, I pulled into their driveway and parked. With her look of, what are you getting me into now, we entered the adult amusement park. I was dumbfounded!!! It was at least 2 or 3 stores wide inside and just packed with different things to amaze you, that you never even knew existed. Most of the things, I couldn't even imagine what they were for. For example in their wide selection of vibrators, they had one that was 18" long for couples! The look on my face was that of shock, as we entered the S & M section, just loaded with whips and leather things.

I neglected to mention that as we entered, a trio of employees greeted us with a warm, friendly welcome. The trio was made up of a Hispanic girl-person that was probably 18 that was definitely a little masculine, a Black girl about the same age that was all about business and a boy that after closer inspection may have been a girl at some point in his genetics. It is that 3rd employee that attached him/herself to us.

What I'm about to describe is a new situation for me. I found myself completely embarrassed and at a loss about the whole affair. My face was flushed and I couldn't make eye contact with our "guide". He/she was describing what everything was used for in graphic detail. At some point I asked if it were okay to just browse around and was pleased to be given our freedom to look and make snide remarks about the things we saw. I think that's when the Hispanic girl came over to help. They were clearly a tag-team. We were parked in front of the lubricant area and I made the mistake of asking what they meant when some item said it had menthol. She explained aloud, so everyone and their sister could hear, it's effective for both vaginal and anal penetration and leaves the clit in a happy and soothingly relaxed fashion. I think that's when I grabbed Dippy's hand and headed for the exit. As the door closed behind us we heard, "stop by again"!!! We went to lunch....

FOR SALE- "Marital Beds"

Marital Bed

Most of the learning that an individual does is probably between the ages of 1 and 5, but that doesn't mean one cannot learn forever. I learned something today, that not only was a true realization, but could possibly grow to be a very lucrative business. Selling "Marital Beds". During a casual conversation with Dippy this morning, we were discussing why she doesn't own a punch bowl, but rather thinks her former husband was awarded it in their divorce. That made me think of all the things my ex-wife took when we split the sheets. Debra would come for an occasional visit and see something she liked and casually ask, you don't use that Persian rug that just sits in the foyer, do you? I'd reply, no it just sits on the floor, I never really use it and quick as you could say "Jack Robinson", it would be rolled up and on it's way out to Debra's car, gone!

So Dippy was telling me how she wanted mostly new things when she and her spouse split, except for the family room furniture she took, leaving the living room furniture for him. Then she added she certainly didn't want their bed! Although this conversation took place on the phone, I felt I could almost see the look of disgust on her face. That's when I realized I'd heard that before. The women NEVER want the "Marital Bed". Did it hold such horrors? Did such terrible things happen in that bed that it was to be cast away without thought? Women act like it goes without saying, that bed has to go!

Why was it that my bed was good enough when my ex-wife and I played in it, before we got married, but as soon as we got married, WE NEEDED A NEW BED?

Here's my thought. I run an ad online, perhaps Graigs List, offering cash for unwanted "Marital Beds"... Well, what do you think?

1/4 Jewish

Shortly after meeting Dippy, I told her that I was of Jewish heritage, but I seldom or never practiced the religion. I think that's when she told me that she too was 1/4 Jewish, as one of her grandparents was of Jewish descent. About 10 days ago, Dippy invited me to dinner at her house and of course I was happy to accept. As time progressed, she told me that Katie, her 30 year old daughter would also be there and I thought great, it will give me a chance to get to know her a little. When Ben, her 22 year old son found out there was going to be a dinner cooked, he also invited himself, which is how normal families do it. About a week ago, Dippy called pretty concerned that she had made a radical decision concerning that dinner without checking with me. I thought it was going to be something extreme from her apprehension about telling me. Her oldest daughter asked her to watch her three children that night, as they had an event to attend and her 3 adorable grandchildren would also be there for dinner. I couldn't have been more pleased, as I get to meet the whole family practically. I think at this point I've got the guest list set and it seems like there are now 7 people attending this dinner, with Dippy's 32 year old daughter and her husband showing up for a guest appearance, dropping off and picking up the kids. I've opted to leave out the limo driver that showed up to drive the parents of the grand kids, as it was a wine tasting evening.

Let's back up a few hours. I knew by the reaction of a friend, that it would be a good idea to bring something, but what? I spoke with one old friend that is known for extreme overkill, and she suggested getting something for each individual grandchild. I decided that was was too much, not even being positive of age or gender. I had already bought flowers on Wednesday, so that was done, for the week at least. A cake from a bakery might just be the thing?

I had some errands to run and that would bring me near Karsh's Kosher Jewish Bakery. Ah perfect. So after my stopping at Ernie's to let him scalp me with one of his far sighted haircuts, I picked up some meds and was off to Karsh's.

Not realizing it was Friday afternoon, it was pretty crowded with elderly Jewish people preparing for the Sabbath. I took my number. When my number was finally called, I explained to the young lady that I needed a gift for a casual dinner party. She asked me how many and I thought 8 might be close to accurate. Seven I knew of and leaving one for a mystery guest. She immediately showed me a cake that would feed 20 to 30 people and it was on sale for $20, because someone ordered it and cancelled. Overkill was the word I'd used. Much too large for our needs. Then she walked me over to see the 7 inch cakes and quoted me $31.50 for these little cakes. The 8 inch cakes were $45.00 and I was in a new world of finance. Why was I expecting $7.95? Suddenly, my cheap Jewish mind went reeling back to an image of 2 minutes earlier. ("This one is on sale for $20, because someone ordered it and cancelled") With that overwhelmed look that I've been having a lot of lately, I said I'll take the big one!

Good, she replied and started taking the monster out of the show case. It was so heavy I watched her arm shake as she lifted it. It probably weighed 20 Lb with 18 LB of being pure granulated sugar! Oh well, it's a party.

It was so tall, she had to build a box to accommodate it's height. She asked me if I wanted anything written on the top of the cake and I replied, no. As the young lady taped and folder card board to act as a riser, I suddenly blurted out, "1/4 Jewish!" Shocked, the girl asked, WHAT? That's when it dawned on me that all of the background noise that was taking place had ceased. You could have heard a pin drop. All eyes were on the guy that screamed, 1/4 Jewish. Suddenly realizing, I had stopped business, I kind of whispered, 1/4 Jewish. Still not hearing me, the girl handed me a piece of paper and a pen and told me to write it out, just as I wanted it to appear. That's when I remembered that there would be 7 or 8 people looking at that cake when it was opened and perhaps they wouldn't understand my sense of humor and this would be the first time they'd be meeting me. I cancelled my request and the girl went back to building her box, people went back to their business and sanity was restored. What was I thinking?

I carried out the 20 LB cake and had to give it it's own seat in the car and of course it weighed so much, I had to engage it's own seat belt to stop the ringing. My cake was developing a life of it's own!

I took the monster home and knew I couldn't just leave it in the car for several hours and carried it into the house and cleared off a shelf in the fridge. The door barely closed, with 1/4 Jewish in it's interior. The afternoon pressed on. Soon it was time to get dressed and I announced to 1/4 Jewish that we were going for a little ride, again fastening her into her own seat. I drove to Dippy's and went around to get "1/4 Jewish" and carried her to the door and rang the bell... When Dippy opened the door, I heard an, OMG! We carried her to the counter where I was compelled to tell the story of 1/4 Jewish.

Soon the Limo driver arrived and right behind him entered Dippy's oldest daughter, Jody with her husband Neil and the 3 kids. First is Noah, the 12 year old, then Jaydah, the 8 year old birthday girl, and last but not least, Jack, her 2 year old, who quickly became my best buddy. All three kids were wonderful, well behaved and polite at first, but quickly warmed to me and accepted me into their pack. Before the evening was over, Jack was in my lap being read a story and Jaydah was doing her cheer leading for my private viewing, while Noah and I discussed Shark Week on the Discovery channel!

The only true surprise of the night was when early on, one of the kids yelled here comes Papa-Frank. Here is how my mind processed that thought. Isn't Frank the name of Dippy's ex-husband? Papa, isn't that what some children refer to their grandfather as? Hmm.... I wonder??? Well I didn't have to wonder long. In came this man about my age and everyone ran to him, welcoming him to the party. He was so well received, I felt like running right over and giving him a big hug myself, but stood my ground. Soon Dippy introduced me as her friend and Frank and I shook hands and he couldn't have been nicer. He continued to play with his children and grandchildren and left after about 20 minutes with a smile and another hand shake.....................Whew!

All and all, the evening was great and I got to see what families are REALLY supposed to be like. I look forward to seeing them all again.

Playing Hooky...

Realtor Chris

Dippy works and lives a weird schedule. If she were a baby, we might say she has her days and nights mixed up. I know that's what we said when our children would sleep all day and be up all night. Last night I went upstairs about 11 PM to start reading my newest book, Cell by Steven King. About 20 pages in, I had no idea what was going on in this crazy book, but I did hear the phone ring downstairs about 11:45, with a sexy woman's voice leaving a message. Instinctively, I bound down the stairs, to see if it were some emergency. The voice said in a raspy sleepy, sexy voice, "I just wanted to see if you were still up". Well, I wasn't up, but I sure could be... Taking the stairs 2 at a time, taking the phone with me, I dialed Dippy's number. We proceeded to have a 3 hour and thirty-two minute conversation that included everything from anger issues to ex-spouses. She finally begged to hang up and try sleeping. I knew I was ready. It was 3:30 AM. Reminiscing, the last time I was up that late was for a pretty good reason and yes, Dippy was there!

I hung up the phone and 13 seconds later I was fast asleep. At 7:45 the phone started singing it's song, but I was too tired to answer. I heard a man's voice rambling about some damned thing and I feared it was another dreaded Real estate agent interrupting my beauty sleep. I've had 4 1/2 hours of sleep, not enough if you asked me, yet plenty according to Chris, the Realtor's plan. Listening to his message, he was coming over and giving me about an hour to wake up and look like reality. When I finally came down the stairs today, showered and shaved, I listened to the message again and realized I had yet another hour before his window of 120 minutes even started. It was between 10 and 12 noon and it was only 9 AM. Oh well....

I was chatting with Dippy when I saw a bald headed young guy cross my landscaping to get to my front door. I HATE when people do that. I told Dippy I would call her back and went to answer the door. There stands this 40ish looking dude, wearing a threadbare Tee shirt and low rise, butt sticking out, jeans. I assumed he was the buyer, how could the Realtor be so irresponsible as to show up for work without caring. Following Chris were his clients. Now get this! Here come these 2 high school kids and I'm guessing about 16 to 18 years old. He was wearing a cap, the type Ringo Starr used to wear when he was a Beatle and white cutoffs. She was terribly young and was dressed in a summer dress and her mom was probably pretty pleased with her attire. They were just KIDS! This house is 3500 Sq. ft and is priced at $440,000 even in this depressed market. How could they be serious about buying this place? I was expecting them to ask if there were many children in the neighborhood so they'd had friends to play with! This trio stayed an amazing 3 minutes showing that they either had no interest or were late for school... I was still on the phone with Dippy when they left and just waved goodbye yelling, "later"..... I could have been sleeping.....

Productive Day...

Slowly but surely, I whipping this house into shape. Today's project was to clean off the plant shelves of their 17 years of dust. No easy task. First, the shelves are about 12 feet high in the living room with the vaulted ceilings. I laid in bed last night plotting my plan. One of the best investments I've made in my life was my 6 HP industrial shop-vac. I think it cost about a hundred dollars, but has paid for itself many times over. Here is how it paid it's weight in gold today. This shop vac has a hose that's about 6 or 7 feet long. I have another old shop vac that I found in a car I bought once that I use for small or extra dirty jobs. I had a hose that was also about 6 feet long. I duct taped the 2 together, brought 2 card table chairs into the house from the garage and rested the shop vac on top of those chairs. I now could reach the 12 foot shelves with the vacuum and had about 3 or 4 feet of play. The I got my 6 foot folding old wooden ladder out of the garage and tested it for sturdiness. Seemed okay until I climbed up. There I was standing on top of this wobbly ladder holding onto the shelves for dear life. I was okay at that point, but realizing that wood dries out, worried me. Now I had to climb down with this thing as wobbly as riding a bull. Remember my chest is held together by bailing wire after that heart surgery and I'm not sure it can take a hit. I safely made it to the floor and felt pretty good about feeling it under my feet. I go out to the backyard and get my extension ladder, but need to prepare it for leaning against the white paint. I climb back up and push the ladder away from the wall, while standing on it, to put 2 kitchen towels under it to protect the paint. Now it's time to climb back down to get my shop-vac hose and ascend once more. I've attached a nozzle that I found in my garage and believe it or not, I got the job handled. I'm tell me they don't have those plant shelves in the new homes........................good!

I had 2 potential buyers show up with their agents after calling. I'm thrilled to be getting this much attention on a weekday. The first lady showed up and I recognized her from years of sending out fliers and calenders with her picture on it. Why didn't I remember her when I was listing it. She seemed polite and very businesslike as we chatted while awaiting her client. The client arrived, a woman about 45 and they stayed for over 45 minutes. At some point I thought they had left, they were so quiet. They were upstairs really checking things out. They came down and asked some pretty intelligent questions. The kind of questions that REAL buyers might ask. when they finally left, they stayed out front for about another 10 minutes chatting. I wouldn't be surprised if they showed up again with the husband.

My second group was a family of people from the Middle east. A husband, wife, 3 children, the agent and a guy that I couldn't account for. Maybe the brother of the wife or possibly just a hitchhiker along for the ride. He didn't win any favor with me as he obviously hated the heat, but didn't want to miss any of the conversation while the family was outside inspecting my lush landscaping. So his answer to his dilemma was to hold my back door open to be part of everything while my perfect 78 degrees inside quickly rose to 79 or 80. He must have held that door open for 5 full minutes. I was seething and wanted to yell, "Hey, what are you trying to do, cool off Arizona"? I said nothing!

As they left I told them how nice it was to meet them and with a house this big, they could have at least 3 more children. That caused a roar of laughter and a rebuttal in a language I did not understand. They also spent 15 minutes in front of my house, talking. We'll see....

My Cherry Got POPPED!

My House

I woke up this morning like every other morning, late and not knowing what day it was. My first business of the day, everyday, is to determine what day of the week it is and act accordingly, which is the same when you're retired. I did however realize that my house is now listed in the Greater Phoenix Multiple Listing Book and I might be inspected by a perspective buyer. I've dreaded this day for almost 17 years, when I went through it at my last home. This meant I'd have to make the bed, dust, close closet doors, put my hair dryer away, out of sight and otherwise act like I'm living in some model home, which I'm not.

After showering and shaving and hiding any trace of my existence, I skipped down the stairs and made coffee. By this time it was almost 10 AM. Sipping my first cup of Java, the phone rang and it was a real estate agent saying, "Hello Melvin"... I replied, it's Mel and he wanted to argue because the listing said Melvin. I asked if we could move on? He was stuttering and lacked the self confidence that it takes to sell anything. I didn't give him a very good review, frankly. We made arrangements for him to be here in 1 hour.

I leaped from my easy recliner and began paying attention to business. In the next 60 minutes I had to get this place presentable and it included, dusting, moving furniture back to where the staging princess ordered it and raking up the leaves in the backyard, but only after putting stuff away that was not permitted to be out. When I finished all that, it was 10 minutes early, so I texted Dippy that my first customers were coming and I didn't have a clue as to what to serve. Since she's working nights, she was fast asleep and won't see my message for hours. I think I was talking to Barry when a car pulled up in front of the house, stayed about 2 minutes and drove away. I figured it was them, but didn't like the outside well enough to come in. I was either paranoid or hurt! Promptly at the arranged time and young fellow pulled up in front, with another car following and they rang my bell. It was the "stutterer", only he was full of confidence now and I realized he was all along, just doesn't have a good phone presence. He was about 40 and well dressed and polite. I welcomed them both in. His client was a single man clearly doing the search for the family. They seemed impressed. They stayed a long time too. I told him I was brand new at this and if they had any questions, just to ask. I volunteered the fact that I was a real estate virgin. I broke the ice, I always do.

While they was touring my estate, the phone rang and it was some guy asking if his wife could show the house at 1 PM. I said sure and we hung up. About 5 minutes later, my agent called and said there was a woman trying unsuccessfully to reach me, was a 12:30 showing okay? Again I said yes and made ready for my busy day. Immediately I wondered if I'd priced the house too low. Too much action is a sign of a bargain. If it were a car, I'd rethink my pricing.

At precisely 12:30, a Mrs. Fink handed me her car and I graciously welcomed them in. It was a young family with an 18 month old, being carried. I remember those days, but they were long ago. I was introduced to Kirstin and her husband Arthur and we shook hands. Then I was introduced to Alex and Kirstin quickly corrected Art, who was really Arthur in her eyes, that the boy's name was not Alex, but Alexander. It appeared that Kirstin had something very snug, stuffed up her little ass. I shook hands with the little guy and without thinking said, "Hello little Dude". Kirstin rolled her eyes. It turned out, that was the car that pulled up, stayed for 2 minutes and left. This young family didn't stay long, but when they came into the family room where I was parked, I offered that I was playing elevator music so they'd think I was sophisticated. Art said back, "I'm wearing my hat backwards so you know I'm not"! We all had a good laugh, except Kirstin who evidently was very uncomfortable with that thing stuffed up there. They left...

Now I'd received 3 calls, so I was still expecting my 3rd and last buyer. I sat there on the sofa, hungry. I didn't want to start cooking when people were walking around. It's bad enough my personal real estate agent told me my house stinks. She flat out told me, I had house-a-tosis! I should buy Fabreeze. I asked almost everyone I knew, that would tell me the truth and no one said my house stunk. I also had a more personal problem. I needed to use the bathroom. I don't want to start discussing numbers, but it was the one that relates to "fiber". Now how could I do that with people inspecting my bathroom right after? So I just walked around with that Jamie Lee Curtis look, after eating her daily dose of Activia yogurt.

Now buyer number 3 was due at 1 PM and it was now 1:30. How long do I wait for a "no show"? That's when I looked at the caller ID and it said, "Fink", the same name as the woman that was working with the young family. Dummy! It was 2 calls for the same person, so I went to the john, and cooked breakfast at 2 PM. I'll get used to having my lifestyle scrutinized by perspective buyers..............around the turn of the next century!