Hey, it's my turn to be the girl!

I was just watching the movie Funny Girl. If you've read my profile you'll know that I like show tunes and musicals. I also like to sing. I love to belt out any Barbra Streisand tune.

Bucky's friend, LT, whom she mentioned in an earlier post is a definitely-gay-and-happy-that-way kind of guy. He also has a very good singing voice. I used to like to sing the songs from Funny Girl with him. He sang a fine Nicky Arnstein.

The problem was that he would always cut in on me and start doing his falsetto version of Barbra Streisand. I had to keep stopping him and reminding him that I got to be the girl this time!

Another Funny Sign

All right, I know it was just Easter but I'm ready for the local churches to take down their Viagra ads. We know he has risen and that he rose. So I was going past one of these today.

I knew that it was still too early to take down the Easter messages so I held it together for the first half of the message: "We worship the risen Lord" I tried not to chuckle. But then my sick mind couldn't let the second half go which read: "and the coming King". I had trouble driving for a minute, I was laughing so hard.

Ooookay, he's risen and coming. They shouldn't teach heathens like me to read.

My Easter Vignette

I was driving through a small village near where I live yesterday, Easter day. There's a local burger joint that has one of those moveable marquees in front. They usually advertise their specials.

Now, I live in an area where religion is generally pretty prevalant. This little village happens to not be one. So when I saw the sign in front of the burger joint that announced, "Spread the good news. He lives." I started to chuckle.

All I could think was that someone had food poisoning there and they wanted to let everybody know that all was okay.

Hallelujah!

Whence came Squirl?

I suppose this is as good a time as any to explain why I am the Squirl. I did not name myself though I do deserve it.

We've all seen squirrels in the road. The squirrel sees a car coming. "Better go right...no, left...wait, no, right...no," squish!

Well, I'm not (terribly) stupid. I just see too many possibilities associated with each decision in life. And yes, life has (squish) run me over more than once for my inability to make that lightning-quick decision. Or a even a moderately fast decision.

As I've gotten older I think my decision-making processes might be getting better. Probably just because the older you get the more you don't give a shit what others think anymore.

Anyway, the name has nothing to do with a bushy tail or anything interesting like that. Just my personality being compared to a rodent. My apologies to the rodents.

Pickled Bologna?

When I was younger I used to tend bar. The place where I worked was the hottest place in town for the young crowd. Yes, I used to try to pass for cool.

Anyway, one night I noticed someone walk up to the bar. He wasn't dressed like the rest of the crowd. His hair was slicked back (poofy-hair era), plaid shirt, and really bad jeans.

I could look past all of that. He was a customer and I aim to please. I have to admit he took me by surprise when he asked, "Can I get some pickled bologna?" I was checking around for hidden cameras. When I figured he was serious I said, "I'm sorry, we don't have pickled bologna".

He looked at me incredulously. Well, maybe it was more like a disbelieving, yet blank stare on his round, zitted face. After a brief pause, "No pickled bologna?" Again, I told him no. He walked away and I never saw him again. I still wonder if someone put him up to it. The guy had to pay a cover charge, for goodness' sake, to come in and ask for pickled bologna.

This is not the weirdest thing that ever happened there. It certainly wasn't the grossest. But I figured it'd do for one of my first posts.

Getting Started

Well, this is just to get the feel of writing on blogger. It's been so long since I set it up that I wasn't sure what it looked like. I will be putting something more of substance out later. This is just to get my feet wet.