Women’s Devious Plot To Drive Men Crazy

A reprise from MisfitWisdom May 2010..(sigh) some things never change

Somedays there just is a lack of important news items that deserve commenting on here at MisfitWisdom headquarters.  I like to call it “headquarters” even though I only have a 8 by 8 room that I have to share with a spare bed, bureau, odds and ends and various photographs hanging on the wall of my other half’s relatives, some of whom could be mistaken for members of the Lewis and Clark expedition.

MisfitWisdom (cough) Headquarters

MisfitWisdom (cough) Headquarters

Anyhow, I’ve always wanted to write about how women drive men crazy with trivial stuff, and today seemed like the perfect opportunity.

Having spent many years on this earth, I’ve managed to go through most of my life not worrying too much about the small stuff.  It just seemed to insignificant to concern myself with.

My other half, on the other hand, seems preoccupied with driving herself to the loony bin with constant fretting about stuff I wouldn’t even think of worrying about.  Thereby driving me absolutely !#$#!!## nuts!

Justifiable homacide

Justifiable homicide

Let me give you some examples of why I’m considering either gagging her or injecting her with a tranquilizer in the middle of the night before she awakes in the morning. I think murdering of spouses could be avoided this way.

Dripping faucets is one of her main complaints.  Especially the outside hose.  Yeah, we pay for the water bill, but I’m thinking to myself, just how many drops of water per minute constitute a major water bill that I should panic and call in a $$$$$$$ plumber.

Yeah, there’s the leaving the toilet seat up crisis also.  I don’t do it very often, but often enough that I begin to panic if I’ve left the bathroom and think that I may have left it up.  I’m seriously thinking of building an outhouse just to solve that problem. Without a toilet lid.nag2

Driving.  I do most of the driving which leaves me open to criticism. Like leaving my directional signal on once in a while which drives her absolutely bananas.  Flipping a finger at some inconsiderate driver also makes her go ballistic.  Turning the radio on loud for a neat oldies song makes her reach for the remote control audio to lower it.  And rolling thru a yellow light to avoid the red light sets her off.  I’ve managed to correct these problems by making her sit in the rear…….which is fun because I have a Ram pickup truck…….with no rear seat, if ya catch my drift.  heh heh.

The only other option. (duct tape available at Lowes and Home Depot)

The only other option. (duct tape available at Lowes and Home Depot)

Sex with women we are married to or live with can also drive men to take their frustrations out on power tools and innocent pieces of 2 by 4’s. Remember when you were dating and you couldn’t keep you hands off one another?  After years of living together the only time your hands can’t be kept off one another is if she’s reaching for your billfold and you’re attempting to fend her off.

Then there’s the dreaded shopping experience.  Men love Home Depot, Lowes, even Wal-Mart, (certain departments) but women drag us through the women’s clothing section, grab a piece of clothing, hold it up and say, “Isn’t this beautiful.?”  Now what the hell are we supposed to say as we’re fighting off instant narcolepsy. Try holding up a spark plug and asking a woman if it’s real neat.  They just don’t get it. The only woman’s department I don’t have the urge to shoot myself in is the brassiere department…..only because I have a vested interest in them. (It’s a man thing girls)

Obviously a no brainer

Obviously a no brainer

Grocery shopping drives me to the point of grabbing a artichoke and choking myself to death.  Not that I dislike grocery shopping mind you, but my other half stands in front of a shelf staring at the selection for 5 to 8 minutes hoping something will jump out that’s not there that she’s looking for.  I’ve actually walked through the aisles picking up stuff almost non stop while she’s still staring at a loaf of bread to determine the yeast content of each slice.

Another gripe about women and their attempt to admit us into an assisted living facility at an early age is household chores.  I don’t mind doing them, but I do them when I think it’s necessary.  Like cutting the lawn.  She panics when the grass is over 2 inches.  I like to wait until I can’t see my car keys if I drop them in the grass. Or the grass is taller than me.grass1

Washing the vehicles.  I figure I’d wait until pollen season is over before I wash them.  She wants it done now.  My only reprieve is to spray paint the vehicles yellow with a washable paint until pollen season is over.

Lastly, the weekly trash/bottle can day pickups.  Now we have a posted schedule as to what and when trash is collected.  But each and every weekday prior to trash pickup I’m told it’s “trash day.”  You’d think I’d get it after all of these years.  But nooooooooooo!  She’s there to remind me.  Ok, sometimes I forget…but that’s only because I’ve got a lot on my plate like managing the country’s economy, solving the deficit, the war in Afghanistan, terrorism and cleaning the cat box.

(NOTE) Since this original post I thought I solved the above problem by cancelling the weekly trash pickup and opt to drive to the town dump. (recycling center as they like to call it) However, now it’s, “OMFG! We have two full bags of trash. Load the pickup dear.

There are many more ways women connive to drive us crazy on a daily basis so that they can drive us to an early grave.  For you guys with really good insurance policies, I’m sure its far worse.  The lower the pay off, the less chance you’re going to be severely nagged.

So, my only suggestion to those of you guys who suffer from this problem…………………………………..

There isn’t one……………..we’re screwed.   (sigh)

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Hmmmmm…………how can I get away with justifiable homicide?

Somedays there just is a lack of important news items that deserve commenting on here at MisfitWisdom headquarters.  I like to call it “headquarters” even though I only have a 8 by 8 room that I have to share with a spare bed, bureau, odds and ends and various photographs hanging on the wall of my other half’s relatives, some of whom could be mistaken for members of the Lewis and Clark expedition.

Anyhow, I’ve always wanted to write about how women drive men crazy with trivial stuff, and today seemed like the perfect opportunity.

Having spent many years on this earth, I’ve managed to go through most of my life not worrying too much about the small stuff.  It just seemed to insignificant to concern myself with.

My other half, on the other hand, seems preoccupied with driving herself to the loony bin with constant fretting…

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When Your Brain Malfunctions, You Write Stupid Blogs…..Like This One

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Ok…so my brain does malfunction quite a bit. But, it’s only because my brain looks something like this:brain4But, sometimes my brain does work…not very often, but enough on occasion to actually think about things that seem logical. Like, in this instance when I was reading an article about Prince and his untimely passing.

No, I’m NOT gonna chime in on what might be the cause of his death. Enough of the blood thirsty lame brained media outlets have that covered.

Like, “OMFG, Prescription Drugs Found At Prince’s Home!”

BFD. Come to my house, or, for that matter, anyone over the age of 60’s house, and you’ll find your choice of prescription drugs. BUT….nobody gives a rats ass about that cause I’m not famous. Which is one reason I never wanna be famous.

HEY! I get to be famous and one day and suddenly buy the farm and SHAZAM!

“Prescription Drugs Found At Misfit’s Home.”

P.S. This, if you are on the verge of being famous, or are famous, and plan on exiting this world, includes Viagra and Cialis.

Which, if you really wanna make headlines if you’re a celebrity, and are planning to do yourself in, ya might wanna OD on jussssst before so that the headline might read:

“(insert celebrity name here) Found Dead OD’ing With A Massive Hard On Using Prescription Drugs”

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Um…it was erectile dysfunction

Anyhow, back to my point, and the article I was reading. It was about all the worms coming out of the woodwork with dollar signs on their brains looking to make a killing off of Prince’s estate.

Didn’t take long did it. The late singer wasn’t even cold before those bloodsuckers we’re thinking of ways to cash in on his demise.

Which led me to think of this song:

Then this one……

And, finally this one……………

So basically this applies to any celebrity who is worth gazillions and suddenly dies. It’s all about the money.

I recently mentioned to a close friend that I have a very close circle of friends. (2) I trust both of them to never take the $$$$$$ route if I OD on Viagra or Cialis. Not that I need it, (I’m Italian pal) but, if I ever did….that would be my choice of drugs to OD on.

Besides, my estate amounts to somewhere around $4.29. Before taxes. Not much worth fighting over there any of my distant relatives, long-lost friends, ex’s, the IRS, my town tax collector, and Sidney Frosderf. (I borrowed $4.00 off of Sid a while back so maybe Sid might have a case there)

So, in conclusion, a tip to celebrities. WRITE A FREAKIN’ IRON CLAD WILL YOU DAMN IDIOTS AND SAVE US ALL FROM HAVING TO READ ENDLESS MAGAZINE AND NEWSPAPER ARTICLES ABOUT BLOODSUCKING LEACHES TRYIN’ TO CASH IN ON YOUR DEMISE!!!!!!!!

Which, would leave more room in those tabloid magazines and newspapers to have more space to write about more important stuff.

Like WTF the Kardashians are doing.

Um….on second thought……………………maxines will

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Preston, Connecticut, The Entertainment Capital of the World? Really!

Here I reside in a small rural town on the shores of the beautiful Thames River. Ok..ok…so maybe there really isn’t a “shore” to speak of worth dragging the family to and take a dip in the water. BUT……..take a look at this headline in today’s local newspaper………006

YES! The, as I love to refer to as, “boondoggle,” as boondoggles go, is finally no longer going to be a boondoggle. As Mighty Mouse would say, “Here I am to save the day.” In this instance, the Mohegan Sun Casino.

Mohegan Sun Casino has finally awakened and figured out that the former Norwich State Hospital grounds directly across the river from their casino could be a goldmine. Duh! Which I myself, being of limited intelligence, have said a number of times over the years.

Of course no one ever pays attention to me, including the casino, or, Donald Trump who I once sent a letter to explaining to him the value of this property. Go figure.

Which is why I refuse to vote for him. Among other reasons.

Look ya little punk, I'm da Donald, I don't take no advice from little Italian guys with big noses

Look ya little punk, I’m da Donald, I don’t take no advice from little Italian guys with big noses

Now lettith me explain. (using Shakespeare lingo there)

The property consists of 393 acres, has a waterfront, is sandwiched between Interstate 395 and less than a mile, as the crow flys, from the existing casino. If a crow were to actually fly in a straight line that is. But, you get my point.

AND……the other casino, Foxwoods, is 8 miles from Mohegan Sun and this property. AND, with two casinos so close to each other they are obviously in competition with each other to draw in prospective gamblers with cash as well as offering high-end entertainment and shopping malls.

AND…..Foxwoods recently announced plans to have a huge outdoor concert on an adjacent property they own, which would be kinda like the Woodstock concert back in 1969, but not as big or unorganized.

Artists rendering of the Norwich State Hospital grounds....as, I assume, a bird would view it, hence, a "birds eye view." Mohegan Sun Casino in in the background

Artists rendering of the Norwich State Hospital grounds….as, I assume, a bird would view it, hence, a “birds eye view.” Mohegan Sun Casino is in the background

So…..not to be upstaged, Mohegan Sun Casino finally woke up and has agreed to buy that property and develop it into, as the article in today’s paper stated, “entertainment recreation, hotel, retail, (including without limitation, lifestyle center, restaurants, convenience) business time share, senior housing and similar and related uses, all to be determined and described in the purchase and sale agreement)

FINALLY…….after years of passing that site, (1 mile from my house) I will, in my lifetime, which is anyone’s guess how long my lifetime will be, we will see that land developed, AND, perhaps I won’t have to travel 5 to 10 miles in either direction to gas up my truck, buy a coffee, or go to a bank. Oh joy.

So, this could be a world-class destination. Not to mention, but I will anyway, that all the land surrounding the old hospital grounds on both sides of the road would be up for development. Take THAT Donald Trump!

Biggggg news.......which brought out the local media crews

Biggggg news…….which brought out the local media crews

 

Hey....where's da guy wid da big nose....we wanna talk to him

Hey….where’s da guy wid da big nose….we wanna talk to him

 

For the record I, and my big nose, were waaaaay down he other end of the town hall parking lot giving the 3rd news crew my 2 cents worth

For the record I, and my big nose, were waaaaay down the other end of the town hall parking lot giving the 3rd news crew my 2 cents worth

Now personally I’m elated that Mohegan Sun has agreed to purchase that property. Not only because it means that the town of Preston will get back the gazillions of dollars it cost to tear down those old buildings, but also that they stand to make gazillions from taxes from businesses that will be there.

But I’m also elated that a Mickey Mouse gas station across the street from me will finally be attractive to a prospective buyer. Only because it would then allow me to simply cross the street and fill up my lawn mower gas can without having to drive a freakin’ 5 miles and waste as much gas in my truck as it costs to fill up my gas can.

So, all in all this is great news. The only drawback to purchasing that property, considering it was the former home of the Norwich State Hospital, is the ghosts that still lurk on the grounds. As featured on one of those ghost hunters programs a few years ago that checked out the old morgue. Real creepy.

But, just a minor thing if ya ask me.

Why ghosts contuinually but people

Why ghosts continually bug people

Considering that most ghosts like to haunt buildings, I’m sure a casino venture would be great for them. AND….considering I personally have a lot of relatives that have since passed on, (none of which were ever at the hospital there) BUT, loved to gamble, I see me asking for their help while playing a slot machine. Or, perhaps someone they may know in the afterlife who once was at that hospital. Can’t hurt. You know how superstitious we gamblers are.

So, in conclusion, my congratulations to the Town of Preston, Connecticut for finally making a deal to develop that property. Also to Mohegan Sun Casino for realizing, (finally) that those 393 acres of lant, (as Lawrence Welk would say) is really gonna pay off for them.

Now if I could only convince them to loosen up their slot machines so that it would really pay off for me.

Or, at least communicate with one of those ghosts to help me hit it big.

Worth a shot. Ya think?

 

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Days You May or May Not Choose To Be Celebrating In May……….Maybe

First of all the most important day in the month of May, “Mothers Day.” Which is the second Sunday in May.mom1

The entire month of May is “National Hamburger Month.” Anyone remember this guy…………….

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Blimpy from Popeye

The first of May is “May Day”. You are allowed on this day to act like a complete fool and dance around a May pole. Or, if a pole is not accessible to you, simply find a Polish person and some ribbons and go for it.

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The 1st is also “Mother Goose Day.” My favorite. Which I will explain why later on.

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“National Teachers Day” is Tuesday of the first full week of May. If you flunked those stupid logic questions teachers asked you in school, welcome to the crowd.

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Ditto

 

The 4th is “Bird Day.”

Um...no....sorry grandma, NOT that kind of bird.

Um…no….sorry grandma, NOT that kind of bird.

Perhaps this kind of bird….I think.

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“Cinco de Mayo.” (has nothing to do with mayonnaise) is on May 5th.

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Hello…Boss…..soreeee, I OD’d on a mayonnaise sandwich and I’m callin’ in sick

For all our dearly departed missing socks, May 9th is “Lost Sock Memorial Day.”

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Also on the 9th is “National Receptionist Day.”

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Um, do ya have a fire hydrant instead?

“Twilight Zone Day,” is celebrated on the 11th.

Cleveland?

Or Cleveland…..same thing.

“Limerick Day” is on May 12th. You know where I’m going with this one.

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Sniff………so touching

Ok…..can’t resist….one more

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Sniff for real….like in p-uuuuu

“Blame Someone Else Day” is on May 13th. Annnnnd, who is the most to blame for EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!

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Yep…his fault again

“Friday the 13th” is celebrated on (duh) Friday the 13th you idiot.

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Whew…….

To celebrate leprechauns we have, (why…who TF knows) “Leprechaun Day” on the 13th.

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The 16th is “Love a Tree Day.” If you’re love life sucks, this may be your only option pal. (think knot holes)

Soreeeeeee……couldn’t help myself.

OK....I'm not

OK….I’m not

Guess that answers that old question

Guess that answers that age-old question

If you’re a pack rat, the 17th of May is your day, “Pack Rat Day.”

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The 3rd Saturday of the month is “Armed Forces Day.” A MisfitWisdom salute to all of our members of the armed forces and veterans.

(A special and final salute to my uncle Arthur Francis who honorably served in WWII, and a decorated veteran with a purple heart medal. He passed away this week at the age of 93. R.I.P. uncle Arthur)

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“National Waiter and Waitress Day” is on May 21st.

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Um, we’re married…….no romance

One more for good measure………..on the demented side…..

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The 22nd is “World Goth Day.”

One of the most famous Goth's

One of the most famous Goth’s

“National Escargot Day” (eat slow) is on the 24th. Yum…..

In deference to "fast food."

In deference to “fast food.”

Also on the 24th is “Victoria Day.” (Canada)

Eh?

I SAID THE 24th IS VICTORIA DAY. TURN UP YER DAMN HEARING AID.

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How you know you’re in Canada

And, how to understand how Canadians talk.

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Eh…………?

And….for good measure, how to identify Canadian Geesecanada geese eh

Yes, we talked about mulch last week, and composting, and I slipped in this cartoon last week, but May 29th is “Learn About Composting Day,” so deal with it.

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“Save Your hearing Day” is on the 31st.

Works for me....

Works for me….

So, there ya have it…..knock yourself out picking all, or one of these days to celebrate.

Me, I’m going with “Mother Goose Day.”

Why you ask?

Need I say more.......

Need I say more…..mother…..

 

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Cracker Jacked Off…………And It Ain’t Gonna Feel Good

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Look Ma!….A  prize….I think…….

Yes folks,  jacking off , in this instance, means we are about to get “jacked off” by the makers of Cracker Jacks. And it ain’t gonna feel good.

Why you ask? Well I’ll tell ya. No more stinkin’ free toys inside of those Cracker Jacks boxes. Bastards.

There goes another childhood staple down the old tubes. Bastards.

SEEEEE.....they had really great prizes!

SEEEEE…..they had really great prizes!

So what are they gonna give us instead?

Oh Joy…….a scannable code that will let all of us with devices that scan to be able to partake in a baseball-themed experience on our smartphones or tablets. According to an article on “The Patch.”

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WTF? No prize?

So what TF does this mean? It means if you’re a freakin’ dinosaur and refuse to keep purchasing electronic devices because your old flip phone works perfectly and you could give a rats ass about wether your phone is smart or dumb as long as you can say “hello, how are ya, and goodbye,” you’re basically f**ked if ya want your damn toy and not some inane option to scan and play a damn game. Bastards.

As the article stated in The Patch…….

“It was bad enough when Cracker Jack replaced the original toys and charms with cheap stickers or temporary tattoos, but now the “prize” is nothing more than an invitation to download an app. While they’re at it, why not give the sailor on the Cracker Jack box some skinny jeans, a tank top and a fedora?”

Or a sex change……..

And they explain it further for us dummies who don’t have a clue.

“The codes will take users to a “mobile experience” with four different activities — Dot Dash, Dance Cam, Get Carded and Baseball Star — according to the press release. Essentially these are iPhone games, where users can dance like they’re on a fake Jumbotron, participate in a fake Dot Race and make fake baseball cards.”

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Shoulda pigged out on caramel

Ya know…on occasion I still buy a box of Cracker Jacks and could give a flying f**k if there was a prize inside or not. BUT…that said, which I just colorfully said, I actually still felt a bit of nostalgia when I found that cheapo prize in that box of Cracker Jacks.

AND…furthermore and forsooth, WTF is going on with corporations these days?

First, and this was verrrrrry traumatic to me, Playboy Magazine drops nudity. (where actual “jacking off” came into play not involving Cracker Jacks, um…unless you were REALLY weird)

Now Cracker Jacks drops its toys. WTF! Is nothing sacred?

So much for ogling nudes in Playboy while eating Cracker Jacks…or…..jacking off….or both.

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Or….like my other half…..on a Cracker Jack binge

And this comment from the cracked management at Cracker Jacks to ease our pain.

“We are a brand that authentically reminds people of simpler times, childhood memories and family experiences,” Lewis said. “With this redesign and new mobile game experience, the Cracker Jack brand embraces a modernized, young-at-heart attitude while keeping that treasured feeling of childhood wistfulness.”

Um…..let me see if I understand this corporate speak. “A brand that authentically reminds people of simpler times, childhood memories and family experiences.”

REALLY!!!!

Scanning a code in a Cracker Jack box is gonna remind me of simpler times, childhood memories and family experiences? REALLY!

Ditto.......

Ditto…….

Wanna know what MY simpler times and childhood memories were. NOT SCANNING A FREAKIN’ CODE IN A CRACKER JACK BOX YOU DUMB ASSES.

I pulled the toy outta the box, (no scan required) ate the Cracker Jacks, (no scan required) shared them with my girlfriend, (no scan required) then went home, headed to my room, whipped out my ripped off copy of Playboy Magazine, (no scan required) and jacked off, (no Cracker Jacks involved)

NOW….NOW…..no more stinkin’ cheapo toy and no nudity in Playboy Magazine.

WTF is next?

Television consisting of nothing but reality shows?

Oh…wait…….I forgot……..Donald Trump and the race for 2016 Republican nomination.

DAMN!

Reality TV can't get any better than this

Reality TV can’t get any better than this

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Planning A Trip To Rhode Island? Learn To Speaka Da Language Foist……..

Welcome to Rhode Island - smallest state in the country.

When you live in a state all of your life you never really pay attention to how you say things because, obviously, everyone in the state you live in understand what TF you’re saying.

Like for instance if you live in the deep South and have that Lindsay Graham southern twang in your voice, everybody there completely understands you. But, outside of the South, a lot of us can’t understand what the hell you’re sayin.

Of course, it’s not THAT bad down South because they only speak with that southern twang, use words correctly, and do not drop letters in words when speaking.

BUT……one place that has its own language is Rhode Island….closely followed by Massachusetts and not far behind, Maine.

A must for tourists

A must for tourists

Massachusetts isn’t as bad as R.I. because they DO tend to use all the letters in words but stretch some of them out. Like, “Paaaark the caaarrr in the garaage.”

Maine residents, on the other hand do have an unusual accents that is somewhat close to Massachusetts. Its just that it takes them forever to get the words out of their mouths when you’re in a conversation with them. Only because there’s nothing to do in Maine so I guess they figure, what the hell, might as well drag out a sentence and enjoy the conversation.

Now back to Rhode Island. As I said, and will again, for those of you with short attention spans, I grew up in that state and never once thought my way of speaking was weird.

UNTIL……until recently.slang4

For the record I’ve lived in Connecticut since 2007 and haven’t had much contact with many Rhode Islanders since then. Not because I’m avoiding them, but to travel to my hometown would take over an hour’s ride and besides that, I really don’t know anyone in my hometown anymore.

But, this past week I did venture back to R.I. and on the drive down tuned into a local sports radio program to hear Red Sox stuff. Soooo, this guy calls in and right from the get go I knew he was from Rhode Island.

How? Well, first he mentions that his “sista” and “mudder” listen to this sports show and he also had a lot of “da’s” in his conversation.

Like, yeah, we went to da game and I sez to my brudder, hey dat wuz some bad call dat umpire made.”

Thank Gawd I knew I wanted to be a disc jockey and never fell into that R.I. speak mode.

Might wanna speed thru R.I., and get stopped by a state trooper to appreciate this cartoon

Might wanna speed thru R.I. and get stopped by a state trooper to appreciate this cartoon

But, on occasion, I DO slip and those pesky word pronunciations we Rhode Islander’s tend to slip into conversations comes outta my mouth.

Such as, “sangwich.” Instead of sandwich. Just can’t get that one out of my brain. Or idear instead of idea. Personally I think it should be spelled idear. Or, at the least, ideah.

And, we Rhode Islander’s have a love affair with the letter “R.” (if you live in Massachusetts and are 20 minutes from the R.I. state line, this also applies)

As evidenced by Boston Red Sox announcer Jerry Remy who pronounces Dustin Pedroia’s last name, “Pedroiar.” As well as saying, “the Tamper Bay Rays.”

"Now WAIT! Are your sure its not pronounced Pedr

“Now WAIT! Are your sure its not pronounced Pedroiar?”

We even pronounce Rhode Island, “Rhodediland” like its one word. Go figure.

Yes, there’s mudder, fadder, brudder and sista. And instead of asking you, “did you eat,” in an effort to save time and not waste a lot of useless words, simply ask, “jeet?”

Fortunately I have mastered the English language and have purged many of those Rhode Islandisms from my vocabulary. Um, with the exception of “sangwich” which still is stuck in my brain. BUT…….unlike tourists who visit R.I. and have no freakin’ clue what the hell people are saying sometimes, I can still understand the natives, and STILL pass myself off as a Rhode Islander.

Oh, one more tip if you plan on visiting R.I. this summer. Wanna fit right in? Ask a local where you can find the nearest hot wiener joint. And NEVER say “restaurant.” It’s a R.I. staple and you are not an official Rhode Islander until you have woofed down several hot wieners, along with fries with vinegar on them. I know where each and every hot wiener “joint” is located.

The R.I. survival duo

The R.I. survival duo

And considering you can cross the entire state in 45 minutes, you’re never more than 15 minutes away from any of them. Kind of a life support wiener network.

There are plenty more “Rhode Islandisms” that I have not mentioned, but, fear not, I’m sure if you visit, you’ll pick up on a lot more. Try not to get infected by having them stick in your brain lest you return home and your friends think you’ve been possessed by some evil wordsmith.

But…….all in all, besides thinking “idea” should be “idear” I also think “sandwich” should be pronounced “sangwich.”

Just sayin.’

Special “tanks” to two great Rhode Islanders, Don Bousquet and Mark Patinkin

https://youtu.be/7xuwDm4VzzM?list=RD7xuwDm4VzzM (in memory of Prince)

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“Lucky Charms” Will Never Be The Same….(sniff)

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In case you missed it, Arthur Anderson, the voice of the Lucky Charms leprechaun for over 30 years, passed away this week at the age of 93. AND, considering his advanced age, one can naturally assume that, as the voice of that leprechaun, he obviously can attribute his longevity to eating Lucky Charms.

My guess anyhow.

So, as a person who has consumed Lucky Charms for many years, much to the dismay of my other half, I thought I’d pay a tribute to Arthur by giving you some of the great cartoons associated with Lucky Charms cereal and that leprechaun.

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The horror movie, “The Lucky the Leprechaun Cereal Massacre”

 

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How most men react when their wives attempt to take their Lucky Charms

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Ditto…….

And, if you’ve ever wondered what happens when a leprechaun drinks too much Irish whiskey and gets sick…welllllllllllucky6

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More Unlucky Charms

 

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What happens when your cat gets to the Lucky Charms leprechaun first

'It's not easy being green.'

As Kermit the frog will also attest to

 

Anderson said that he never got any free cereal but that he did get a lot of green money. He also was the voice of Ducky Drake, the Drake’s Cakes mascot.

So, if you too love Lucky Charms, perhaps a toast to Arthur as you sit down and enjoy those Lucky Charms.

Arthur Anderson, the voice of the Lucky Charms leprechaun

Arthur Anderson, the voice of the Lucky Charms leprechaun

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