Today on Christmas Eve, I'm thinking of my cousin, Jerry C., not to be confused with Jerry of BlogDrive fame. Although BlogDrive Jerry reminds me of another cousin of mine but we REALLY don't wanna go there <intensely wicked grinz>.

            Jerry C., and I were almost like Siamese twins. We had fun!!! He's the one with that fabulous early model Mustang some of you may recall in an earlier entry. We would cruise for chicks, raid the local Taco joint and feast on tacos every Sunday almost without fail. Try to pick up chicks in that "Happy Days" kind of way..., We would shoot hoops, work on his SuperSport Malibu which was just barely street legal and so much more.

        One episode taking his SS Mali machine for a test ride - we cruised down the street on a velvety white cloud of burned rubber that laid a rather lengthy black "Back To The Future" Delorian fire trail.., and out from the white clouds came quiet popping twin blue lights. Fortunately the policeman knew his Dad and let him go with a warning.

            This cop by the way, mentioned that he had reports all over the place about HIS Malibu tearing up and down the streets, burning rubber from one end of town to the other - and the truth about those episodes was that I was the culprit because as I myself also had a hunk of a Malibu street machine. Needless to say this didn't go over well with Jerry. I never got caught and he did.  But I digress -his rod was the fastest by far.

 

            Anyways - he later got married. His wife was a real freak making him miserable - his wife blaming me for their problems accusing me of trying to get the man to cheat on her - which was totally ridiculous.  I respected marriage enough I'd of never, ever, gotten him to mess around with other women.  Long story made short - I backed off, stayed away so that she could have the opportunity to blame others -after all - why should I hog all the misplaced glory?

            My staying out of it didn't change anything.  Somehow she still reasoned I was at the root of their problems though I quit coming around. Heck - even his Dad and Mom (my great Uncle and Aunt) bought into the woman's delusions and warned me to stay away from Jerry as I was just causing far too many problems. Hello? What did I have to do? Kill myself?  That wasn't happening, not to satisfy anybody's delusions.  And I loved and respected my great Uncle and Aunt - I really did.

 

            Anywho - I have not seen my cousin Jerry in around 25 to 30 years - wait - nope I  think I did see him one time in passing with not much time to talk some 18 years ago.. he was divorced and remarried. His new wife seemed to dote on him like he was her personal hero.  He deserved a woman like the new one. He really did, she was pretty, intelligent and appreciated him.

            Ah - so much for memories.  I miss the old days, but alas they are relegated to the pages in my mind labeled, "Past History - File Closed"

 

            I don't know what this has to do with Christmas Eve or Christmas, because I really have no memories of either of us hanging with each other for Christmas, nor did we exchange gifts.  Perhaps I'm thinking of him because my Dad saw Jerry a couple days ago. HAH! Jerry's got gray hair according to my Dad's report! Just a few months older than me and he has gray hair - all my former and few present friends, cousins and even both my brothers all have gray hair. Me? I'm the odd man out because I still have a dark brown head full of hair - just slightly peppered with white - but I'm reasonably sure that wont last much longer. So much for gloating. (psst - the beard though has more gray than me head)

 

            Cousin Jerry - if you're out there somewhere and by chance happen across my blog - MERRY CHRISTMAS BUDDY!  I miss ya dude.  You were my bestest friend in all the world, you old goat.  If I never see you again, that would truly be the saddest happening in my entire life. I love ya man, in that straight, manly, hetero, brotherly sort of way. May our paths one day cross again on a happy occasion.

 

        ... I changed the header again - a reversion to a variation of the same ol' old stuff. Stick around.  You'll never know what's going to happen next.  For as long as I keep this header ( a week? a month? a year?) Some of you will star or costar in various movie postings - except you wont get paid scale - because these are after all, extremely low budget movies.   I don't even get paid so stop your complaining already. Where's your devotion to the arts!? After all?

 

       In Other News...., my usual breakfast as of late is to butter my toast, slather on a light coating of jelly on one slice, throw on scrambled eggs and top it all off with strips of bacon.  Talk about a great full breakfast at once - this is IT! Yeah!

            Who needs Vegas or Branson when HBK (heart-break-kid) comes to town!  Yes, its true.  HBK and his entourage came over and spent the night at at Shae-Daveman's Luxury Hotel and Stadium. The house was packed as HBK opened his act with a Dean Martin classic, "Volare"..., to which the audience gave a standing ovation while the ladies passed out in the aisles, keeping the ushers very busy I might add.

            Paul McCartney and band took the floor and was met with hostility from the crowds, demanding an HBK Encore.., and HBK answered the screaming fans with a phenomenal electric performance throwing in his dazzling, Neutron Dance, moves.   This morning HBK and his entourage left in disguise as to avoid the paparazzi headed for home, leaving behind a night of entertainment the world should not soon forget.

 

            We have this beautiful chicken. It was found while young and wild - and it never tamed down. Still wild after a couple of years the  outdoors is her relegated home.

            Actually its my mother's chicken and the shown chicken is one of several chickens found in the woods and starving.  The story is long but the short of it is, they were born in the wild and refuse to be totally domesticated - and my mother being a tender hearted person rescued them non the less.

            So they live out doors, all of them fixed where they cant breed should they fly the coop or stay.  These chickens are the woman's life and without them I truly believe she would feel lost or empty. These chicken pens are well made and equipped for protection from the elements - in fact, they only lack Cable Tv and an fridge. 

 

            Only me Mum can approach these chickens. Anyone else will be sliced and diced as if a master sushi chefs, if they try to enter their domain. Okay - they wont be attacked unless the chickens feel cornered - THEN - there's trouble - yet me Mum can walk over and pick up these ferrel chickens with no fear of reprisal.

            I guess thats the story, and I'm sticking to it. You got to admit, that's one beautiful chicken. And in case you're wondering - yep these chickens are all fixed so they wont propagate and they are taken to the vet when sick.

        Sorry - no blogging for now. Why?  I have nothing to say.   If I did, I would say it.  But I don't. So I wont blog on anything I don't have to blog about.  It's useless.  An empty vacuum of thought is not very rewarding so forgive this blank/absent entry.  Anyway I got a head ache so I'll do as the instructions on the Aspirin bottle suggest;  "Take One" and "Keep Away From Children".