Oh my gosh......clipped right out of today's Orange County Register.....

To think "Hey Rube Get A Tube" Parade and Race held each September in Point Pleasant was "out there".  Or the crazy, in your face fireworks held on the Manasquan Beach every 4th of July.  I did by mistake once, drive to NYU during the Rainbow Coalition Parade in NYC in July.  Needless to say, the silver lame speedos I spotted were terrific to say the least!    

10,000 peeps mooned last year! 10,000!!!!!! I guess the police won't yell, "drop them" on this day!  

Somehow curiosity is getting the better of me, I want to know why this mooning started and why has it been held annually for over 30 years.  

Oh by the way, I just realized that street where the bar is...is in walking distance from my home.....................

blondey science lesson #1....

Which way is the wind blowing?

A) West

B) North

C) This-a-way

D) That-a-way

Correct answer gets you 1 thousand life science points!

The correct blondey science class #1 answer is letter D.  The wind is blowing that-a-way!  Welcome to simple science!

bronx and adventures of the the other world...

THE BRONX ZOO.   There were different species of  monkeys, gazelley types of creatures and a rather vocal grumbly lion. His jungle sounds made your hair stand up on end!  Most animals were away for the winter. I think they were in Florida! 

Then on over to Arthur Avenue.

The Italian Food mecca in the Bronx! A wonderful ending to a wonderful day.  What could be better ~ a carafe of house wine and a platter of antipasto.  Life is good.

Getting to NYC was another story.... Having a bulky backpack and totebag I was struggling to keep my belongings in one place on the NYC bound bus.  I shifted towards the HUGE picture window on the bus.  All of a sudden my window swings out and open! The bus driver is yelling at me to close the window! I yelled back with certainty, "I didn't open it!"   (it was my elbow...I must have a high IQ for that ever so smart elbow of mine!)

The woman behind me immediately helps and grabs the swinging window back into place.  We shove down the bar that latches the window closed and locked.  My 

Good Samaritan then says to me, to get my foot and kick the bar down! I said back to her now almost laughing/crying, "I can't get my leg up that far."   All during this- you got to me kidding me, I don't want any part of this adventure time-  I am holding onto my belongings with a white knuckle grip!  My buddy now gets up and with her high heeled boots and bravado ready to give one swift kick to the faulty latch!  I  quickly convinced her that the latch was back in it's secure location.  She then looks me in the eye and says, "you don't need a lawsuit."

Panic? Sweating? Scared? You bet!  All the rest of the bumpy, bumpy ride into Port Authority I was panicked that my large bus window would fall out of it's hinge and plunge me and my lonesome into litigation hell!

 

Once we reached the bus depot, I think I ran

 all the way to safety right into my youngest son's arms!

The  following day I was riding the subway (all by myself for the second time in my life)  I really thought would I rather....be on a bus with a swinging loose huge picture window, or be sitting across from a fellow passenger while he repeatedly banged his head on the wall,  and at the same lucky time, wild teenagers were huffing some sort of substance behind me.  

Myself and other passengers moved ourselves to another area of the subway car.  I then decided the bus although a different scarier was scarier safer.

Regards, Amy the Adventurer.

solitary content-ment

While walking in the sun last week, I saw my shadow.

I was a human sundial. 

It was ten to one. 

I was having the time of my life.

going silly with the slightly deranged....

Happily for Phill and I,  my brother is staying with us, as he works in our area for awhile.  Today we took him today to Salt Creek.  Salt Creek is the pathway down to the ocean.  It was just before sunset, and the magic hour was tinted in pink.  Rather overcast, but spectacular to say the least.

 We are having a great afternoon slowly making our way  down the concrete switchbacks and then down the 12o steps. Taking in the beauty and the.....what? Oh come on, now what?  

What is that in the distance on the beach? It looks like a man in a diaper...no wait a minute, he looks like the strongman at a circus. But rather, diminutive in height and on the pale side of never seeing the sun.  His black shoes and black calf high socks framed his slightly bowed legs.

The closer we came to him, we saw that he was running in his underwear.  Soggy white boxer shorts with a black waistband.  Somehow we all understood that he was cwazy, and we were thankful to have a steep wall of rocks separating us from "Cap'n Soggy Bottoms." 

His erractic behavior  had us keeping an eye on "Soggy Bottoms".  Beachcombers, runners and families down on the beach were making huge walking arcs around him; for good reasons we were sure!

As we were reaching the end of the walkway,  in the distance we hear the distinct 'whop whop whop' of helicopters.   We were searching the sky, and at that point they could only be heard not seen.  Suddenly, two large military helicopters emerge from around the mountain range and follow the beach along the coastline.  

We are in awe, then in utter shock as we see that "Cap'n Soggy Bottoms", (insert "ly" verb here)__________ly turns to the sky and gives our courageous military men the double bird.  We were in  hopes that the copters would have  swooped down and (insert verb here) _______ed him.  

It was  time to climb back up those 120 steeper than ever stairs, to the impossibly steep switchbacks.  Phill is way ahead of my brother and I. He looks back and he sees "Soggy Bottoms "starting to jog up to the steps. Phill then gives me the high sign, that I better get a move on...I was  hurrying,  scurrying , while my heart was thumping out of my chest, my breath was coming out in gasps, hoping against all hopes that no way on the face of the earth would our paths~ be it either the boogens, your worst nightmare, "Cap'n Soggy Bottoms" ever cross.

  I don't know how we did it, but somehow our high alertness and not wanting to be in the same space as that circus reject,  got our adrenaline flowing us right up into the safety of our locked car.   

Never a dull moment!  I was glad I wasn't alone.   Once locked safely in the car,  we all started laughing about what a crazy world we live in! Also, very thankful that in our lifetimes we never ran anywhere in our underwear. Ever!

Colors ~ an interpretation.

 

We all fill out our  lives with color.  It is just who and how we are.  The first color T.V.  set in my house growing up, was when I was 16 years old.  Everything I watched growing up was in black and white.  I was surprised to learn that the actors wore costumes that matched!   I am a huge fan of old 1930-1960 movies being shown in black and white.  My imagination goes wild bringing the costumes and movie sets to life in the colors I “see”. 

 

 Being an artistic kid, I always saw shadows, and hues; the rich deepness and tones in colors amaze me.  That is probably why I enjoy taking pictures of flowers and trees.  Nature unfolds it’s glory everyday for us all to see and partake in it’s splendor.  

Last summer while Phill and I were walking Manasquan Beach at sunrise, it came to me that a sunrise is like a joke.  You have to be there to get the punch line!  I laughed all day with that one.   The sunrise was magnificent; with oranges, red and yellows filling up the new morning sky.

Why did you wear what you wore today?  Besides being functional, it was the colors of course. Your favorite clothing drapes you in colors that are soothing to your soul, or maybe to make a statement of your being.  I always have a hard time packing when I go away, I never know what color will be the shade of my day! 

My oldest son was sharing with me a while ago, that music has color too. I was being shown the sounds of greens and reds on a piano.  Somewhere you have to use your imagination and intuition to be able to see what colors are around you in fluid strokes of color; also to truly hear music that is filled with color. 

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I knew a wonderful woman who was the color “pastel blue”.  It amazed me, to be able to see her aura.  Pastel blue is gentle like the breeze, and loving like a hug.  That is how she was.  Pastel Blue.

We all exude beautiful spectrum's of shades, and hues. Maybe even though in life we tend to see in black and white. It is the colorful variations that bend and mold our world. 

This week, an angel received her wings.  Looking closely you will find that those glorious wings have hint of pastel blue.  

alarms, bells, and things that go BuMp in the night!

I spotted today, outside my bedroom window this red alarm bell.  I investigated further, and found out that each condo unit has one on the wall mounted outside by the front doors.  Each walkway leads to two front doors along a concrete canyon, so when and if that red bell does ring it’s gonna make a racket. 

 

What is it used for? Fire? Earthquakes? Eating too much at a meal? One is to wonder…. I do know that I am proudly practiced in screaming like a girl, or letting out a banshee yell that curdles milk. (I am rather proud of that yell!) (That yell almost got me booted off a Merry-go round in Jersey years ago…)

 

When my sister, brother and I were young kids, our father brought home a portable Westinghouse reel-to-reel tape recorder.  It had a wired microphone to “speak” into.  I can still remember the smell of the leather case today.  The three of us spent crazy hours sitting around the dining room table making recordings.

 

 Oh those were the days!  We either made up gangster voices we heard in the detective movies, or were chickens clucking along to songs or having chicken fights…”cluck, cluck, CLUCK!”   (Kudos to our mother for buying us the record, “Henrietta the Chicken sings opera”) Sometimes the chickens were gangsters. Hahaha. 

 

Being one who was rather vocal I perfected my murderous scream to the delight of my older bro and sis.  I don’t think my mother appreciated my screams, but they were Hollywood quality dying screams!! We would then play back our recordings and just laughed until we cried!  “You dirty rat, you killed…(insert scream here!!) hahaha. I would scream just to let it out.  Oh man.

 

 Those days Perry Mason was on T.V.  I even could impersonate his furrowed brow, or screw up my face to resemble those bad guys, Sam, Bub, Lou and Hal.  Sam had a closed left eye, mouth drawn down to the right, and a deep voice. Bub had the opposite facial tics and so on.  (Go ahead try it…) 

 To this day, I think I walk around with that Perry Mason furrowed brow! I have the deep wrinkle to prove it.  I guess the wind changed while I had my face contorted!

 

So sadly if that red alarm bells does ring, you can be sure that from socal to NJ and back, everyone will hear loud gangster clucking or a murderous scream that will most likely get us invited out of this library quiet neighborhood.  One thing I am certain of, I know I will be the bump in the night, like a flying projectile right into my bedroom ceiling!