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Where’s that Damn Energy Pill?

Must… make… blog… post…

You know, like in a superhero comic, when the hero (or heroine) is in some dire situation yet is determined to accomplish the mission at hand.  Or they have just enough strength to reach the one thing that will save their life so they can accomplish said mission.  Ooh, like Underdog:  “My ring… my ring I fill…  with an Underdog… super… energy… pill.”

I’m beginning to think I have one of those diseases that some people think is a made-up thing.  Yes, yes, I know that many of those diseases ARE real things and people do suffer from them.  What I mean is, I have this collection of symptoms that come and go with no discernible cause or cure; you can’t SEE anything wrong with me, and sometimes I just don’t feel up to doing what I thought I was going to be able to do.

In my defense, these symptoms don’t usually get me out of things I don’t want to do and sometimes keep me from doing what I truly would like to do.  Isn’t that the real criteria of a made-up disease?  It gets you out of work but not out of going to a party.  Well, I made it through work, although I whined a little to my co-workers (I hope they didn’t mind), but I was supposed to go to rehearsal for Shattered Angel (more about that play later) (preview of coming attractions), and I just couldn’t do it.  In fact, if I didn’t have to be to work at 4:30 tomorrow morning (because my symptoms will not keep me from working overtime, I hope), I would wait till morning to make my blog post.

I am quite mortified to be taking another blogger’s sick day and I hope my readers will not become impatient with me.  I was hoping I could get away with it with some humor and an Underdog reference.

 

Happy Father’s Day!

I know of at least two songs which posit a sentiment with which I strongly disagree. One lyric is, “Your daddy’s rich and your mama’s good looking.” The other is, “She’s got her dad’s money, her mama’s good looks.” I always get mad on Dad’s behalf. Of course one can also be indignant for Mom, and I am. But today is Father’s Day, so let’s talk about Dad.

Is money the only thing Dad can give you? Can’t you have your dad’s brains, sense of humor, work ethic, love of music, talent at any number of things, and, yes, good looks? Why doesn’t somebody write a song about that?

I suppose they have. In fact, I can think of a couple off the top of my head and I’m sure others can too. I could write a song about my dad and maybe I will one day. I’ll start with a blog post.

I would like to think I inherited my dad’s brains and work ethic. I’m quite sure (and I believe I’ve mentioned it in this blog) that I did NOT inherit his talent at painting. I’m pretty sure his way with cars eludes me as well. But his love of music and his sense of humor are well reflected in me, his number three daughter.

When I was a little girl, I thought my dad was the funniest person in the world. I thought he should be a comedian on TV. Of course, I would be one with him, only I couldn’t really think of any jokes of my own at that point.

I remember when we would watch Underdog on TV, the announcer would say, “Un-der-dog!” and my dad would say, “Un-der-wear!” I thought that was HILARIOUS! Of course it was funny just because it mentioned underwear. I also thought my dad was so clever for thinking of the Underdog/underwear connection.

So I say Happy Father’s Day, Dad. Thanks for your love, your guidance, your support, and perhaps most of all, thanks for the laughs.