WTF Wednesday

TKW has dismissed us from our WBW assignment this week, do to the fact that she is still recovering from her wild and crazy Blogger Blowout Weekend. So, therefore I am left to my own devices as far as coming up with shit to blog about. WTF?

I really don't have anything of any importance to say. I also don't have any nekkid pictures today. There. That got rid of more than half of you I'm sure. Okay, on with my completely random thoughts.

I was out a couple of weekends ago and heard the song PUSSY by the Brazilian Girls, for the first time. It amused me, but then again it doesn't really take much. It's fun, it's Reggae, and it gave me the Jamaican warm and fuzzys. I love Jamaica. It calms my soul. I would move there if it was as all possible. Buy a little villa, make art and jewelry and sell them on the side of the road, maybe plant a little garden...anyway. All that thinking about Jamaica made me think of Rasta Ralphie, so I thought I'd post a picture of him. This is Rasta Ralphie...isn't he cute??



He was jammin' on our party boat. I don't know how old he is exactly, but he's no spring chicken. Anyway, not much of a story, I just love him. Hey. I warned you I didn't really have anything to say.

Moving on...what exactly is a Spring Chicken?? I'm assuming a young chicken..right? And why do people say shit like... it's a piece of cake. It's supposed to mean, it's easy. Well, what's so easy about a piece of cake? Why do we say that? I don't get it. And then there's...it's like taking candy from a baby. Again, that's supposed to mean that something (whatever it is) is easy. Well, I don't feed my baby candy, BUT, I can pretty much guarantee that if I did and you tried to take it from him...oh...it would NOT be easy! And my personal favorite...I slept like a baby. We all know what this is supposed to mean. Whoever coined this phrase obviously never had any babies.

In my family we have a few that have passed down from generation to generation. We say them. We have no idea what they mean.

So. Sew buttons on your underpants.
Well. That's a deep subject.
Mind your peas and carrots.
Goodnight Irene.

There's actually a website out in cyberspace that is supposed to have all these meanings or a least tell you were the saying came from. Right now I'm too lazy to look it up, but I do have one tidbit of knowledge for you.

We've all heard...Close, but no Cigar! Right? I never quite got that one until I learned it's origin. Apparently many moons ago Casino Slot Machines used to pay out in Cigars rather than $$. You'd pull your lever....pear, pear, pear....oh shit apple! You were close, but you didn't win the f-ing cigar! See? Stick with me kids. You'll learn something new everyday.