At some point .....................or many points in.........................one's life, some craziness happens. Don't try to deny it............Just think back and enjoy!!!! I started to think about this recently and came to the conclusion, that one of the the craziest things,in my life occurred while I was an adult, a father, a homeowner, a career minded potential management selectee........BUT STILL FULL OF LIFE.
In the early years of growing up, one might say that it's relatively easy to do crazy things. But as one gets older, this phase of your life hopefully dwindles. Your always under the watchful eye of your parents, who constantly want to teach you..........something...... A boy growing up tends to learn from his father and wants to fall into those shoes, the ones that rule the family. A girl, on the other hand, seems to look more for independence...........but........of course understands the usefullness of swaying the opinion of one parent over the other. Having said that, I must first explain, once again, I was an only child..........adored by both my mom and dad...I had absolutley no knowledge of how little girls minds worked until our own daughter was born. I only knew that my growing up was my following my dad around, wanting to be exactly like him. He was, in my eyes, so smart.......perhaps not educational smart, but more like street smart. He knew stuff that always had a use-----when to be nice to people-----when to be mean to people----- when to joke with people--------when to be serious with people--------when to trust people and when to distrust them.
I wanted my kids to respect me, like I did my parents.......but.......also wanted to share their growing up experiences. I remember a time that long hair was in style along with a Joe Namath type of mustache, now how cool would that be. Joe Namath, a hero in the working. Brought the Super Bowl crown to the mighty New York Jets. I remember having 5 days off, nowhere to go, nothing to do........maybe, just maybe I should get some nerve together. In my heart I knew I would never be able to face my colleagues back at work but I wanted to have some CRAZY thrilling fun.
Since that day, I have stayed away from long hair, crazy mustaches, and any growth that did not go away by itself. Some years after that incident, I found out that my daughter, the one that would yell, IT SCRATCHES.....had a small tattoo on her left shoulder.........or was it the right shoulder.........anyway It was a little gecko. HOW CRAZY WAS THAT??? I asked her about this but never really could understand why it happened. Now........ it was not the end of it. Next it was a toe ring tattoo. "Where does this all stop. Your going to look like a sailor" "What's next............a ship on your chest???" "What would you think If I got a tattoo" HHHMMMMMM! perhaps, just perhaps............nooo this body will not have anything engraved on it, it's perfect as it is..........except for this bulge just below the chest and just above the hips. Now how did that happen??? What crazy stunt did I pull to get that???? Dr. Oz says, that measurement around that area should be equal to, half your height minus the length of your thumb or your big toe, whichever is smaller than your nose........but is that for you being a diabetic or Alzheimer's candidate..... oh! the hell with it. Guess I'll just have another glass of Vito's vino.
Now.........I'm not really sure when ......THESE CRAZIES........leave ones mind or soul but I must say, in a few days I will reach the age of 74. I still find myself thinking about things, I would have or should have done years and years ago. I was recently thinking on how much fun it would be to open up a wine bar, become its maitre-d, wearing a nice tuxedo and roaming the room checking that all my guests were happy with everything they were experiencing. Now, how CRAZY would that be??? I should be thinking about how to stay out of a looney home for the OLDIES, and here I am thinking young!! a masterpiece in the making. I must also add one more thing though, Along these lines...... all of my "BARVINOS" (young vivacious female bar tenders) would be uniformed in "mini tailed tuxedos" carrying on the theme richness. The menu, would be a Sarah Palin carry over from one of her gigs, an ink printed menu on the inside of ones hand and we would call that the CHEATMENU, no not the cheapmenu! After all, we would be carrying two types of wine -----RED-----N-----WHITE------and would not like to have them confused. Now-------the real CRAZY part of this whole idea...........is that 2 potential investors---age 71 and age 73 have already signed on. When does this CRAZY magic end?
After this, if you think the idea of a tattoo has disappeared........guess again. It's just that I can't decide on what kind to get, or where I should have it put. For this, I have to ask my CRAZY self........self.....what shell I do? Why put a blotch on something that is already perfect? Guess this crazy idea will just have to BE PUT on hold. Just had another CRAZY idea. why don't I go outside and pick some weeds????? nah, lets not. THAT'S TO CRAZY!!!!
