Big Balls & Bubble Wrap
Yep, it is a huge picture of bubble wrap which isn’t nearly as fun as having a huge roll of bubble wrap to play with. But my friends that is ok because I assure you that if you close your eyes you can imagine yourselfÂ popping an endless roll of bubble wrap.
That is the kind of fun you can’t find just anywhere, but I encourage you not to try doing so at the office because the grumpy guy three cubicles down from you will come yell at you. And when he does he will be infuriated because you will pretend to be deaf and yell “I can’t hear you over all of the bubbles that are popping” and then he will go looking for the boss and that lead to all sorts of other levity.
That is the title of a song by AC/DC.Â When I was a wee lad the older boys in the neighborhood used to encourage us to go home and sing it to our mothers.
Some mothers didn’t appreciate their eight year-old boy singing that song, especially this part,
Some balls are held for charity
And some for fancy dress
But when they’re held for pleasure
They’re the balls that I like best
My balls are always bouncing
To the left and to the right
It’s my belief that my big balls
Should be held every night
Of course I wouldn’t know any of this from personal experience nor did my father have to explain to me that some songs have more than one meaning which is good because at 8 I was young, innocent and naive. Not really all that different from now.
Although the rules of the blog dictate that I reveal that two weeks ago I purchased that song on iTunes because part of being a grown up is the joy of being able to eat chocolate cake for breakfast and to sing any song you want, anywhere you go.
Of course when you sing any song you want you sometimes find out that your son isn’t out riding his bike any longer and is standing behind you laughing hysterically, but you won’t know if it is your singing or the song that made him laugh.
Last week my beloved laptop went on strike and consequently he and I went to war. As the evil taskmaster Jack Legree I was forced to reformat my hard drive and have spent all sorts of time trying to restore and recover things that I thought I had saved.
Most of them have been found but there have been moments of irritation such as trying to fix iTunes. Some yokel at Apple decided to screw with things and now it doesn’t work the way I want it to and everyone knows the world revolves around me.
Ok that might be a fantasy but it is probably safer to share that here than some of the more colorful things floating around my head.
The urn on Survivor reminded me of one that people might use to cremate a person. I can’t say I have much in the way of firsthand experience there because Jews don’t do much with cremation.
However I can tell you that my uncle was cremated and that at his funeral I made my middle little sister howl with laughter amidst her tears. That is because I asked her what would happen if I sneezed in Uncle Jimmy’s ashes and he flew every which way.
Uncle Jimmy would have laughed hard at that one. Too bad he is not around. It would have been nice for him to have met my kids and I would have liked to have spent more time with him as a grown up.
Three Weeks of Winter Break
The kids are on Winter Break now, three weeks of Winter Break. Yeah, you read that right- three freaking weeks and I am ready to cry.
Ok, that is an exaggeration- I am not. Given the past few days I love that I have this time with them but it was really freaking hard to get anything done today.
So I cut things short and went bike riding with them. They think it is pretty cool to see dad jump up and off of curbs, if they only knew what I used to do.
The World Needs More Laughter
Some of you might disagree, but the world needs more laughter. I understand some people might not be able to do it and that is ok.
But when you are as intense as I am you have to find ways to let go and vent. I do that through writing, through exercise and through copious amounts of laughter.
There is joy in the ears of those that choose to laugh and I hope we get to do so together.
Carolyn December 19, 2012 at 5:47 pm
You’re intense? Who knew?
Laughter is good.
Jack December 20, 2012 at 12:25 am
There’s nothing better than laughter.
Bill Dorman December 18, 2012 at 2:23 pm
What does winter look like in California? About the same as Florida?
Jack December 18, 2012 at 11:33 pm
I would imagine so. Sunshine, camels, the ocean. 😉
Sandi Amorim December 18, 2012 at 1:38 pm
You had me at bubble wrap!
Jack December 18, 2012 at 11:32 pm
JanBierens December 18, 2012 at 12:50 pm
Hmmm. Battling a laptop with an attitude is definitely a problem. I have had my share of epic battles and I’m man enough to admit I lost. On many an occasion. C’est Ca…
Jack December 18, 2012 at 11:32 pm
Yeah, I can admit I lost this one. Didn’t lose the whole war but I had my butt handed to me a couple of times.
Still working recovering the stuff I lost.
Betsy Cross December 18, 2012 at 5:33 am
Peaks and valleys over here. Crying from intense fatigue, laughing another minute, also from intense fatigue, and then having a meltdown because my 16-yr-old hid my 13-yr-old’s shoe (he has outgrown all spares) and I had to drive him to school because he missed the bus…made me very fatigued.
I don’t drink (thank goodness ’cause I’d be very merry right now) so I’m needing a joke or two, 🙂
Jack December 18, 2012 at 11:31 pm
Well I am sure we can come up with multiple jokes, it is the beauty of the net.
Our kids are really good at making us crazy, aren’t they.