In my time, I have made a couple BIG BONEHEAD decisions. Those essentially ruined my life. And since there isn't even the slightest patina of humor there, we won't go there.
I have also made a number of small bonehead moves, and since this is 'The Bonehead Blog Hop', I have decided to tell the story of how I once dated my sister, 'Bonehead'.
First, I suppose I should tell you how she got that nickname.
My sister's real name is Sherrie, and it's pronounced the way Stevie Wonder sings the name in this song...
Go ahead and click 'Play' - it'll give you some nice music to listen to while I tell "the rest of the story".
When we were all very young, my Ma used to call my sister Sherrie Bonet ("Bo-nay"), playing off the French sound of her first name. Well, being young bratty boys, my brother and I began calling her "Bonehead". That was in the mid-1960s and... we're STILL calling her "Bonehead" today.
Now, on to the story of how I once dated Bonehead...
When it came to dating, I was not one to risk facing a whole lot of rejection, so I rarely asked
a woman out until I was already fairly confident that she was going to
I recall the night I dated Janna. This was probably in 1982. Janna was one of the few
girls who possessed enough courage to hang out with the boys and me ('The
League Of Soul Crusaders') from time to time. Gradually, I got to
thinking that Janna was nice looking and not too talkative and that she
might agree to go out with me, so I asked her. She said yes.
intellect cannot estimate what we owe to woman. She gives us good
advice, and plenty of it. She soothes our aching brows, she bears our
children – ours as a general thing. … What, sir, would the people of the
earth be without woman? They would be scarce, sir, almighty scarce.
~ Mark Twain
took Janna to dinner one night, and everything was going well. I was pretty much having to carry the bulk of the conversation, but then I had expected that, so it was OK.
She was sitting there across
from me in the restaurant, and the waiter had just barely introduced our plates to the table when... it suddenly came crashing into my mind that –
DOH! – Janna looked just like my sister, Bonehead!
I kid you not, the
whole night I couldn’t get it out of my mind that I was dating my
sister. Well, I say “the whole night” like this was an A-list date that lasted all night, but
the truth is, the moment I realized how much Janna looked like Bonehead,
I couldn’t wait for the date to end. I ate quickly and I drove her straight home, said goodnight, and then found where the boys were drinking and I started playing 'Catch-up'. All I wanted to do was scrub that memory out of my mind with some 80-proof cleanser.
I never asked the po’ girl out again and she never knew the reason why.
think I was being unreasonable, don’tcha? You think I was exaggerating, making a mountain out of a molehill, right? Oh yeah? Well, take a look
for yourself! Here’s a photo of Janna. She’s on the right in the
colorful pastel blouse:
And now here’s a picture of me with my sister, Bonehead, in the back of my old Chevy Luv truck:
[Bonehead in my truck. Just my luck!]
Hey, who’s the wiseguy who wrote “Uhp! Your [sic] an idiot!” across the side of my truck? ...Well, if the slur fits, wear it.
[The bonehead story above was excerpted and expanded from my old blog bit I GOT THEM 'BAD LUCK WITH WOMENS' BLUES]
To find the blog bits of other 'Bonehead Blog Hop' participants, go to Doctor Cherdo's blog by clicking HERE.
~ Stephen T. McCarthy
(aka D-FensDogG, aka Bonehead's Brother)
Welcome back, my friends, to the "Battle" that never ends.
We're so glad you could attend. Come inside! Come inside!
This is 'BATTLE OF THE BANDS' ('BOTB') where you listen to different recordings of the same song and vote for the one you like best. A new Battle gets posted on the 15th of each month and six days later, on the 21st, I place my own vote, tally 'em all up and announce the winner.
Friend? Foe? Stranger? No matter, ALL are welcome. So pull up a chair, pour yourself 24 oz. of 'DOG BITE High Gravity Lager' (or the poison of your choice) and turn it up to Eleven!
[NOTE: Links to the first year of 'BOTB' (#1 - #24) can be found at the very bottom of this page.]