The Bow Belle

This one is a stretch for today, but according to my favorite holiday website, on this day in 1961 Willie Mays became only the fourth MLB player to hit three or more home runs in a season.  Besides, I never need an excuse to wear my baseball skin bow. Every time I think of our dearly departed friend Willie Mays I get the giggles, because Charlie Brown was a big fan of Mr. Mays.  One day that got him into trouble at school.  LOL, I love the look on his face when he spells the word! Poor ol' Charlie Brown ended up having to go to the office over that. If Chuck's principal was anything like mine he probably gave him a stern talking-to and sent him back to class.  My principals weren't the paddle-happiest in the world, though they would do it if it needed to be done.  Or they would in grade school.  By the time I got to high school and desperately NEEDED a paddling they didn't do it.  Hell, I even asked them why they couldn't just paddle me and send me bac...

Don't worry, I'm not going to start rambling about music again (Mods and Rockers and all that).  It's International Body Piercing Day! Actually, now that I think of it none of my piercings bled...take that back.  My lower lip did, but only because I sucked on it.  Don't do that to a fresh lip piercing, kids.  It's really dumb.  Anyway, my father was uber-conservative about the way my sister and I looked, and he was 100% against body piercings, even to the point of having more than one piercing in our ears.  After he died, though...oh, Mama lifted that ban in a heartbeat.  Imagine my shock when my sister came traipsing into my college dorm room sporting both a nose piercing AND a navel piercing!  Daddy would've had a stroke, LOL.  Both Mama and Sister admitted that getting both done at the same time was a huge mistake; one piercing tends to send the body into a type of shock due to...well, due to tissue damage and pain.  The body doesn't ...

Today is a more serious one, PTSD Awareness Day.  The awareness color is teal, but this is as close as I could get. As I've established in the past my maternal grandfather fought in WWII and saw things he'd never forget.  Understandably he came back from the war a little shell-shocked, though not anywhere near as badly as some folks.  He did admit that fresh out of the war he wasn't well, and had it not been for Grandma his life might not have gone as positive as it did.  Nonetheless Grandpa lived well and functioned, but he was afraid of fireworks and sudden noises for the rest of his life.  Like all men who worked behind enemy lines he saw plenty of horrible things, and those things tended to haunt him as well.  He had comrades who came back from the war way worse off than he was, but if asked he'd be the first one to admit that he had a little "shell-shock," the term for PTSD back then. Of course one doesn't have to experience a war to have post-traumat...

Hip-hip-hooray, it's a random day!  For this random day I choose...one that is very bizarre.  Etsy shop is the one and only MoFunAccessories . Seriously, I think that's the only Etsy shop that offers dismembered doll heads as jewelry or accessories.  I own one like this already, and Monique says she's still looking for another that she lost.  LOL, I like Monique!  She admitted to me in a message that her work area looked like a tornado hit it, and as a result she lost the clip I wanted.  So I picked something else and was quite happy.  This isn't that one, but I like it just the same. As for the doll, that looks a lot like a Barbie clone that I bought long ago.  I named her Kate Kite , a play on " Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite! "  Mine is a redhead. These heads come off easily, and the bodies are crap quality so I think Monique was on the right track using the head for a hair clip.  But she can't have Kate.  Despite her body bei...

Fitting for an ace, LOL.  Apparently it's Global Beatles Day.  Like I said last Friday, everyone seems to love the Beatles. No, still haven't found a bow devoted to the Who, and that wouldn't have worked today anyway.  I like the Who.  I like the Beatles.  But they're about as different as two British rock bands can be!  Either way it's Global Beatles Day, and while they're not my all-time favorite band I can definitely live with that.  My family had wildly varying tastes in music, but we all liked the Beatles to some extent.  Mama likes Ringo the best.  I like George.  Daddy liked Paul, because they both played bass and had the same name.  NONE of us like John much.  His voice is too whiny and he himself was a mega-hypocrite.  But all four of 'em together?  Not quite genius, but darn close. Beatles fans, what's your favorite song???  I'm not gonna rehash that bit since I did it once, LOL. Rockin' love, RagingMoo...

Global Smurfs Day.  That can only mean a blue bow. I'm not a big fan of the Smurfs.  They're too damn cutesy for my taste, and they're kinda dim-witted too.  That said, I did watch a few episodes in my day and I got acquainted with...well, with some of 'em.  Given my fondness for Oscar the Grouch, it should be no surprise that Grouchy Smurf was a favorite of mine.  He was...well, a grouch!  He was eternally in a bad mood, and he said "I hate" a lot.  I think he'd have made good friends with Oscar the Grouch and with Tardar Sauce. It turns out that Grouchy was bitten by a fly long ago and that altered his personality significantly (if one goes by the comics, at least).  He does have a soft spot, admitting his fondness for Smurfette and for Baby Smurf.  Both characters reciprocate Grouchy's positive feelings, and that led to a comical misunderstanding on my part.  My five-year-old self was watching an episode of the 1981 animated series, a...

Today is Baby Boomers Recognition Day.  Being raised by baby boomers means getting to hear the good stuff on the radio growing up.  Yep, both Mama and Daddy were/are baby boomers, and they were a bit older when they had my sister and me so we were raised a little on the strict side.  Not that there was no love, of course.  Far from it!  Mama and Daddy were just extra-protective, and when I grew into a smart-a$$, know-it-all teenager I felt kinda stifled.  It was all for the best, though; I had no idea that the boy I had a wild crush on was into drugs, and Mama did.  And on a positive note I got tips from both parents on how to dress with a retro edge (which I loved to do in high school).  I wore my hair long and my jeans shabby, with necklaces piled on and earrings to my shoulders.  Some of the other kids probably made fun of me behind my back, but as long as I didn't catch wind of it all was good. Oh yes, and the music.  I think I've sa...