Nooner's Comedy Corner

Well, well, well....

(That's a deep subject, I know :-)

Thank you for the messages.

I miss you all too.

I looked at my last blog. An Easter note. When was Easter this year? March or April? Whichever, it seems a long time ago.

I am going through some tough times. But I am not one that enjoys telling about my woes. So I'll just make a few other comments to update here for you all.

It is just after 7 am as I'm penning this here.  I'm lying in bed with my laptop on my lap. An appropriate name for a small PC, huh? Though I miss writing on this blog spot, I am busy now with other things. Thinking back, this Nooner's Comedy Corner spot brought me much enjoyment. It was fun to blog walk and read so many different types of things from online friendships. And it was fun and relaxing me to escape into a world of writing comedic stuff, with occasional smut literature thrown in... Ha.

The secret to how easy I found writing the smut pieces was The Past. There was a little bit of me in every saucy item. The names were changed to protect the innocent. Ha again. It was fun to sometimes write in the first person, and fun to change it around and write in the third person. Half of every story was completely made up, of course (wink). My life wasn't that prolifically exciting. HaHaHa.

The comedy pieces were more challenging to write. I was never a terrific student, thus "writing" was not a natural forte. But I do smile constantly, and I do lighten up many-a-conversation each and every day with something humorous, so the idea of comedy is natural for me to think up. Putting it to pen and ink was a slight challenge, but fun to do as it took me away into another world for an hour as I created a piece. Usually I would think it up here in bed as I was waking.... and then might often get up, brew some coffee, and put it all together at the breakfast table for publication to my online friends.

Another funny thing to me as I think back is some of the outlandish comedy pieces I put together that involved women, men and romance. I have no idea how some of them developed. They just did. And then many of my longer-term online friendships began to associate me with the subject matter. And would make fun back to me. That makes for more well-rounded relationships, I believe. One of my earliest, and most memorable to me, pieces I wrote involved a comedy tutoring piece on how guys can give their gal a pedicure. I can't remember how I came up with the idea... but I did somehow. I hated my own feet growing up. Never liked the looks of them and felt sub-concious because I thought they were small. So, I'm not one of those sandle guys. My toesies are always hidden away in casual shoes. So, I can't quite remember how I came up with the pedi comedy piece. I think it was from blog walking one day and coincidentally reading so many different women commenting that they got a pedi that day and how enjoyable and relaxing it was to do so.  To me, if so many women look at the ritual as being so therapeutic, then they perhaps might laugh at some romantic piece involving the practice. And what better laugh can there be then to have some macho type character sitting on the floor and trying his hand at giving his beloved du jour some special enjoyment. Ha. Add some soft candlelight and alcohol, and everything then goes wrong. But ends up right. HaHaHa.

There's a bar group I visit a couple days a week and it is fun when I enter and people all say Hi and make funny digs about something. One such recent visit was that I went down and around a curved bar to shake everyone's hand I knew to say hello and someone quickly said "What are you... running for office or something?" That first tag got everyone laughing and I had fun there beginning immediately.

I live in Connecticut. The weather here has been so unusual this year. April was about the last sunny month I remember. May and June and so far in July has been full of very frequent rainy days or nights. I feel like I live in The Tropics. I'm watersoaked. Ha.

Well.... Before the clock hits 8 am I think I best hit the send button and then get up and start some coffee and begin my work day. You all stay well. Until another time. And just so you know... Guess who's thinking about you? Me!

Follow me on Twitter 

All good things must come to an end.

As just one handful may have noticed, I've kind of lost interest in blogging and have not been around to update or blog walk.

I went from about 50 friends and followers here a couple years ago to maybe 3 now. HaHaHa. Think maybe I should gargle with more Scope in the morning? LOL

Anyway, not having more than one half dozen folks who read what I write, and time constraints of a busy life, has contributed to my waning interest in checking in here on Spaces as frequently as I did in the past.
 

One of the things I am doing is spending more time with programs I can access from my cell phone.

Do any of you use Twitter?

For anyone who would like to keep in touch with me, you can log onto http://Twitter.com/Nooner101 and see what I have been up to in past days.

Or, if you use Twitter, just add me as someone you follow. Nooner101 is my Twitter name.

Or, if you want to sign up and use Twitter, it's free. Updates on people you follow can come to you as a text message, or to your Twitter log on account, or to email, or any combination (I think).

Essentially, Twitter is  a free social networking and micro-blogging service that allows its users to send and read other users' updates (otherwise known as tweets), which are text-based posts of up to 140 characters in length.

"Social Networking" via the cell is one of the newest trends and ways of communicating and sharing information. Interesting stuff.

I use Twitter (and TwitPic and TwitterBerry) by:

1. Sending text updates (or pics) from my cell via Text Messages (well, I use to. I have the BlackBerry Storm cell phone and it has a nifty icon program to manage all my Twitter from there. Quite simple to use!).

2. Receiving updates from people or companies I follow. All short and sweet messages. Again, limited to 140 characters. Some updates I choose to get via text, and others I choose to go to the Twitter program on my cell and I can call them up manually at any time I want (thus saving me from getting more texts than I want each day).

So, there ya have it.

The latest update from your Noonie.

Hope all is well with any and all who come by to read this blog.

I'll be back some day to either post anew and continue the Spaces blog, or to clean out all those nasty and risque blog stories I've written in past months and years. HaHaHa. No sense leaving my smut for eternity sake on the internet, is there?

All the best to y'all,

Nooner

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Mom sure taught me right!

This year Santa got two letters from me! Because Mom always told me it was a nice thing to send out Thank You Cards to anyone giving you a nice gift or compliment or that sort of thing.
 

Dear Santa,

Hi Santa... it's me.... Nooner!

I know I just wrote you last month to tell you what I wanted for Christmas and to see what you could do for me.

Well now, Surprise! I write again! This time to Thank You for all the lovely gifts!

Hey Santa, the toys were great. I loved the baseball mitt, and also the battery operated bulldozer to use in a sandbox.

But Santa, I guess I made a mistake by sending you such a short letter and just saying "I wanted toys for Christmas" and not being more specific. I had thought you might have remembered I'm a bit older now, and that you would have kind of guessed at what kind of toys I was talking about. Next year I guess I'll have to be more specific.

You see, what I really wanted was one of those big-boy/big-girl battery-operated toys. One I could take over and use when I sneak out of the house to spend some time with My Special Friend.

What's that I hear you thinking? "You know when I am sleeping; You know when I'm awake; You know damn well I don't have a My Special Friend like that?"

Gee, Santa. I can't get away with anything with you. You know me so well.

OK, maybe I don't. But maybe... just maybe... I "might" have one this coming year. Ya never know, right? And if I did, the battery-operated Toy I was thinking of might come in real, real handy! Santa, did I spell each of those words the correct way?

What's that you are now thinking, Santa? You are wondering who My Special Friend would be if I could pick one?

You mean you don't know Santa? Wow. I thought you could read minds. Oh, I see. You know when I am sleeping 'cause you see me. I get it. OK. You can't read minds.

Well. If I was to pick. I think it might be one of these sexy Spaces women. They are all so great and it is almost hard to pick just one. To be very frank with you, I kind of dream of all of them at some time or another. And I'll tell you who might be my Numero Uno pick, since you asked. Yet please don't say a word to anyone, promise? Here goes. The one, very special one, I would love to sneak off and play with as My Special Friend (with the toy I didn't get) is [enter your name here if you are a Windows Live Spaces female].

See ya next year, Santa. Have fun with your little lady in red.

Your friend,

Nooner

Sometimes I get a little introspective ....

ARTHUR:
"Each evening, from December to December,
Before you drift to sleep upon your cot,
Think back on all the tales that you remember
Of Camelot.
Ask ev'ry person if he's heard the story,
And tell it strong and clear if he has not,
That once there was a fleeting wisp of glory
Called Camelot.
Camelot! Camelot!
Now say it out with pride and joy!"
 

Tonight was my annual office Christmas Party.

The quote above is the Camelot Reprise.

The words "fleeting wisp of glory" have been in my head since coming home from the party.

I usually show for the annual get together for an hour or two, and then bolt early.

Reason?

My home life is such that I'm single when it comes to parties and going out. And I just don't like to stick around a "business related party" for too long when I'm by myself and most other people are paired up with spouses, significant-others, or dates.

Mrs. Nooner is generally not well health-wise.

I tire of talking about it, so I don't.

I tire of being a care-giver at home, so I go out on occasion solo at night in order to have some sanity and have a bit of a life.

Nooner's Comedy Corner is an escape for me. I can't tell you whether or not much of me on here is really me. I'm not happy every hour of every day, though I guess I act like A-Good-Time-Charlie online.

What I do know about my actions is that I smile and laugh a lot in everyday life. At my office, everyone expects a smile and a quip or two from me. I'm well liked because of it. What I realize about myself, is that I do it as an escape from my home trials and tribulations. It's a secret I keep from many. Few know it is an act. Few know my life isn't the bowl of cherries that my actions seem to show. I'm a regular Joe. I have things that don't go well for me, just like others do. I choose not to share my dismal life with hardly a soul. Smiling and joking is a crutch. It makes me feel better. It makes me forget. Perhaps it makes me seem insincere at times to others. I don't know for sure. 

I had a few minutes tonight after our Christmas Party to be sincere. It made me feel good. Music moves me. I move when I hear good songs. My body makes motions and my hands shake out a piano move when I'm listening to something I like. Tonight's party at a local hotel private banquet room started with drinks, then moved to dinner, and then moved to a dancing frenzy due to the DJ we had hired to make it especially festive. Though I dance infrequently now, dancing was always in my blood. I've always loved it. So I moved to the dance floor tonight. At first with about 8 women. Again, I work in a womens dominated industry. We were kind of dancing in a big circle. I have a hard time understanding accolades. Later, people at every table were telling me all night long about having watched me and what a terrific dancer I am. I just don't get it. All I do is move to wonderful sounds.  OK, I move with some flair .... but I honestly report to everyone giving me a compliment that my dancing "is just an act".Personally I think it is part of my Nooner persona, I guess. I move to the music because of the rhythm I feel from the music and I make some motions because it is just another opportunity for the Nooner within me to be on stage. I'm an actor who enjoys the performance and who enjoys the pleasure it brings to others. Nothing more. I don't understand why I'm different or liked a bit more than others.

My acting is not insincere. We all want to be happy. We all want to forget our troubles. As to the word "act", I act to forget the unhappy features of my life and to feel better about myself. I have no regrets about anything I do outside traditional norms.

One such item is occasionally getting captivated with thoughts of a lady friend who catches my imagination. Yeah, I'm married but I see no harm in occasionally having a life and enjoying the companionship of someone outside a pretty damn mundane life. I'm not going to get into it. I'm not here to defend or explain my actions, needs, sins or obligations.

Dancing tonight was fun. Gals whose husbands decided to sit it out danced. Gals who came without their husbands danced. One who is divorced and there tonight without a date danced. She caught my fancy tonight. We danced in a large group but I was hopeful for the opportunity to dance one dance alone with the one who caught my eye. I got my chance.

During the year we pass each other quickly at work and share short conversations, smiles and humorous exchanges.

I don't have a hidden interest to have a physical relationship with her but I do think about how interesting it might be to have some quiet time to just talk and get to one another beyond our work.

Tonight I asked her to dance ... mostly just to get her to join the dance floor and the group. We did at one point. She blended in to our large dance ensemble and I saw a lot of me in her. She was a natural born actor with her own flair for dancing outside the box. Later, when the party was winding down, she asked me to dance. It was just the two of us on the dance floor. People were leaving. I found myself getting rid of my usual smirk and fixing my eyes on her with every twist and turn as I circled her again and again. It was mesmerizing. I can't say whether it was me keeping up with her flamboyancy, or mine hers. But it was a one-on-one attention for a few minutes. It was our time for dirty dancing. I couldn't help myself, but I asked in a whisper at one point as we passed each other that 'we slip away after the party for an after dinner drink somewhere'. She said yes. Her personality is what sparked me. I'd love to tell you that the very romantic looking long, midi red dress with a long slit up the side, bare legs without stockings, and open toed black heeled shoes with some cute ecru nail coloring had something to do with it, but alas no -- I've had thoughts of just talking to her one on one all year long when I've seen her mostly in jeans, sneaks and a tee typing away at an office computer. Ha.

There's no sensationalism to end the story here. We went to a popular club and shared one more drink. It was fun. We parted soon after and went our separate ways. But what was nice was to look into each other's eyes and just talk honestly for a few. No stuff about work. No Nooner quips, or her funny stuff. Just two people who enjoy each other's distant friendship and who wanted to just talk about family and friends and reveal our real selves.

Dirty Dancing and a Lovely Conversation between two people who like each other in a nice platonic way. I hope I don't have to wait until another Christmas Party to enjoy a nice break from my mundane life to enjoy an interaction like this one.

Happy Holidays ya'll.

Happy Thanksgiving! 

Oh, I meant to say "cranberry" sauce.

Must be my mind is on my new toy: the BlackBerry Storm cell phone I bought last week! 

Boys sure do love their toys, don't they?

Come to think of it -- girls love their toys too!

Last Friday I did something for the first time in my life. I bought a major gadget sight-unseen before I even looked at it or researched it to know all of its features. For the past few months I had been unhappy with my Palm Treo 700p which was about two years old. A cell phone is an essential for my business -- I use it to access the web and house information when I'm out with clients, for example, not to mention receiving Emails, using it as my appointment book, and having an extensive address registry of clients, prospects and other real estate agents.

Knowing it was going to sell out within minutes of opening I got in line a half hour before my local Verizon Wireless store opened. Management was pretty good -- as you got out of your car they handed you a sheet of paper with your number-in-line. I waited in the sun for a few minutes, then waited the last few minutes back in my warm car before the store opened up.  Pricing was pretty darn good for a very sophisticated gadget -- I'll be out of pocket about $100 plus tax when all is said and done. I extended my contract for two years which gave me $100 off the $250 price and their is a $50 rebate along with it.

I had fun in uploading and updating my address registry from Outlook to my BlackBerry. If I associate a picture to a contact, the picture shows up if they phone or even if they just email or text or instant message me. Emails and phone calls go into a history of the contact. No need to save the recent calls list nor save an email to a file. Well, I guess you have to save the email if you want the contents of the email, but the beauty of the history for me is I can look to see when I last emailed or called, or received an email or call, from a specific contact. That will help to jog my memory for prospects I only contact or hear from once a year or so.

HaHaHa, I also had fun attaching pictures to my Internet friends for whom I have email addresses or cell phone numbers for text messages. So, I think I have about 10 of you on there. HaHaHa.  It might make for good bar talk with my buddies: "Hey, check this one out! Isn't she so damn cute??? If I wasn't married I would be chasing her all over town!" 

Well, I best get my cute tush in gear. I have to clean up the kitchen a bit. I have our turkey all set to put in the oven. A man that cooks -- is that somewhat of a rarity or what? Wouldn't one of you just love to rent me for a few hours? Say... starting about noon-ish some day?  

Here's wishing a very happy Thanksgiving to you and your families and friends!

"What does a girl have to do to go to bed with you?", she asked. 

"Try knocking on my door". 

This simplistic line caught my fancy tonight.

Magnum Force (1973) was the second of the five Dirty Harry movies.

What puzzles me many times in male-female encounters is why we are not direct with each other more often than not. There is something to be said about the excitement of being so blatantly direct. What's there to lose anyway?

Not only is the Franklin Delano Roosevelt Memorial a presidential memorial dedicated to the memory of FDR, but it is a remarkable remembrance to the era his presidency represents. 

I love Washington, D.C.

Though I live several states away, I have been to Our Nation's Capitol dozens of times.

My 85 year old aunt, a Washingtonian since her college days at George Washington University, goes out with me on my visits to her town so we can dine and visit such things as the many museums and sites there. The week before the election I went to D.C. for a two-day visit. 

The highlight was my visit for the first time to the FDR Memorial.

Truly a remarkable man who led our country through three full terms as president and the start of a fourth.

He began his presidency in 1932. At the time it was the recovery era from The Great Depression. Later, he saw us through the great war.

The memorial is simple in design, yet it was so powerful to walk through it and ponder the era it represents. I have a deep respect for two democratic presidents in the past century, FDR and JFK, and with this visit for me to the FDR Memorial for the first time I now consider this particular Washington memorial to be my favorite.

The memorial is all outdoors yet consists of four "rooms" or separations representing his four terms as president. The memorial is filled with walls of red granite and a series of waterfalls that change in design and flow to give one a sense of the prime occurrences during that term of office. Carved in the granite from room to room are FDR sayings that are most moving and worthy of reflection.

How fitting, too, that the memorial sits alongside the Tidal Basin lined with the Yoshino cherry trees that had been given to us by Japan during an earlier era (3000 were gifted to us by Japan in 1912 -- a second gift of 3800 more were given to us in 1965).

I think FDR would be so pleased to have seen how both countries have developed and come together in many ways since his death in 1945. And, for me, just looking at the numbers of the year "1945" brings about an admiration to so many Americans, both present and past, who have dedicated personal time away from family and friends to serve us all in uniform and to allow us the freedom that we enjoy today.

Today is a favorite day of mine in each and every year. I always look forward to the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month to especially remember and quietly thank all veterans for making this an incredibly wonderful democracy.

Thank you, Veterans. Thank you, Citizens and Foreign Friends and Allies. Thank you, all members of The Armed Forces of the United States of America.

Tell me what the hell simple mathematics has to do with a race card?

I had a strong connection with wanting lower personal taxes for low to medium income workers like me and wanting a candidate that supported greater business incentives more than his democratic opponent. My simple economic mind tells me that greater benefits for business and corporations, together with lowering taxes to struggling people like me, has a benefit of trickling down to me in the form of overall lower costs. Help me with something here ... WTF does that economic choice have to do with race?

So, personal economics are not your leaning. OK. I get that. But why throw my mathematical summation blog into the race card ring? 

I'm delighted a candidate has support groups. The majority of the U.S. population wants to welcome diversity.

We now have an African-American who will be president on January 20th.

Millions of us want a woman to lead us very soon.

Any ethnic candidate who has the right stuff will be fine by me.

I understand the pain of history. What happened a generation and more ago I cannot change. I was not part of the underpinnings. Nor can I condone it. Most of us can't condone what transpired before you and I were here. What we can do is study the past, and cheer on someone in present day who gets to a position that no one before of their race, color, size, sex, religion, etc. has achieved. But because their physical traits are different from you and I, does that really define if they should be elected to high office? Or if they are elected to office, does it make them better than anyone else talented to hold that position? Or if they are elected to office and I voted for the other person for my stated economic, military and foreign-policy issues, does that make me racist?

Adding and subtracting is a theorem. It has no ethnic origin.  Get over it. Or if not, then stay away from my space. 

"For me, social service agencies ... their funding ...

and their well-being is what's important."

~ one of my daughter's views on why she voted the way she did ~

My daughter is very, very excited.

And I'm quite happy for her. I'm actually quite excited for her and her generation and her hopes.

We all have our interests, and here is her new one: American Politics.

I'm delighted she's so interested in national affairs.

She is part of the swell with such excitement at the win by President-Elect Obama.

It's quite exciting for me to listen to her dreams and aspirations and thoughts and feelings.

We should all be good listeners.

And supporters.

And Rally-Round-The-Flag folks.

As I told her right away....

What makes our country great is how so many Americans --- once an election has been decided --- put political party differences aside --- and support the new president-elect --- no matter who he or she should be.

Is that a learned trait?

I hope not.

I hope there are many, many others like me out there --- who in spite of seeing the person win that they did not vote for --- put their differences aside for a 100 days or so --- and rally around the new person.

Perhaps I learned that from watching older family members in years past. I come from a family background of having diplomats on both my mother's and father's side of the family, and tactfulness is, I guess, something that seems to be an important element when involved with that career path. Certainly in these past couple of post-election days, my daughter has been watching me as she sees and hears me support her and her winning choices that now are to be superseded over the ones I had wanted for our country.

9/11/2001 was a time of terror, despair, yet a coming-together. The nation came together as one. We should do this every so often --- and not just in time of need. The end of an election campaign -- and the culmination of differences into a firm voting decision --- seems to me to be a perfect time for all of us to come together for a brief period of time. Let the winning side have their day in the sun. Let them have time to breathe and get it all together.

We are all human. We champion a cause, but other's champion the opposite. In times of an election loss, it is time not to cry-in-our-spilled-milk, but to look at the other side and see what may be right about their win.

Now that we are on the steps of entering a new presidency, let us all allow the pending new administration time to formulate its team, understand what they feel needs to be done, and allow them their first 100 days to show us how they will do things. It is the right thing for us all to do.

Yet, a look back....

One thing I cannot condone is negativity.

I abhor it.

I have little respect for those everyday people around us that constantly criticize. Tell me what you like about your beliefs, your candidate, what you feel the other political party is not, or whatever you feel strongly for; but I do not need to be put down directly and hear one's negative input about what I espouse, or believe in, or feel. I don't need to be put down because my view is different from yours.

This election was an extremely important one for me in economic terms and in world-democracy issues. Undoubtedly the most important campaign for me as it unfolded a couple years ago. I offered my views in bars and online of why I like someone or support issues. I espoused views of republican beliefs and my slant on democratic happenings. I listened to others politely. Former so-called friends who attacked individuals on the other side, rather than just listen and espouse their views on their own favorite candidates, have little of my respect for being put-me-downs of candidates they hate. We need better listeners as friends. And we can do away with fervent friendships who just love to attack individuals on the other side of the political spectrum and throw it in your face every chance they get. Tell me you don't like a party platform, but save the dehumanizing of individual candidates to yourself and the negative people who perhaps you enjoy being surrounded by. Take the proverbial heed for the next time around in the political process, or the next round of friendships. Do unto others, as you would have others do unto you.

Coming up perhaps next (I began the next blog and have it in draft form, but have yet to complete it): A visit of mine last week to Washington, D.C. and perhaps one of the greatest museum or memorial visits I have ever taken (and I've been to Washington dozens of times in my lifetime and been to umpteen museums and national sites):   The Franklin Delano Roosevelt Memorial. It's quite a place. I found myself extremely moved at its meaning and anxious to go back on another visit. Oh, and he was a democrat to boot. Of course we have only had a couple really good democratic presidents in our history, but he was one of the best... (HaHaHa... Always have to sum up heavier blogs and end on the lighter side :-)