Shenanigans or Nicaragua, Which Word Is More Fun Filled?

There is hardly a word that is more fun to say than Nicaragua. You can say it with almost any accent or inflection you can think of, and it’s pure joy. And then you can start rolling the “r” and you get to start all over.

An equally as fun word to say is, shenanigans, but I submit shenanigans is a much better word, because not only can you say it so many different ways with inflections and all, you can participate in the word wherever and whenever you want. If you want to participate in Nicaragua you’ll need to pack your bags, fly there, be searched like never before, and for the present time, deal with a high rate of crime and lawlessness, and maybe even kidnappings. So, plan on brining a change of underwear if you choose to party with Danny and the Sandinistas.

Of course, if you must live dangerously, you could choose to make your shenanigans lawless and crime ridden, but if you want to keep your enjoyment on this side of everything legal, you can still say you participated in shenanigans, and probably won’t have ongoing consequences of your actions, plus lawyer bills.

What exactly are shenanigans, you ask? Well, they can be just about anything you can think of that’s fun and maybe have a little bit of a devious side to them. And of course, you must include friends in your plans, so they can get in trouble and have fun with you.

Curly from The Three Stooges

Shenanigans do have to involve a little more activity than just going to dinner or strolling through Walmart trying to find the best deal on toilet paper. They have to involve an element of excitement and getting slightly out of your comfort zone. And you can certainly participate in shenanigans in Walmart, like the time I was trying to photograph someone who looked like Curly from the Three Stooges. I walked by this guy 3 times in the same aisle trying to get a picture of him with my phone. That was a low level shenanigan.

A high level shenanigan, if you’re in a band, just might include something like playing My Sharona by the Knack. Why is that a shenanigan, because no one plays that lame song anymore, duh. It could also involve something like throwing axes with a friend and then pretending like you’re vikings ready to conquer all of Northern Europe. I’m pretty sure conquering Northern Europe as a viking would involve a bit more training, like how to start a fire without matches, than just throwing an ax for an hour, but you have to use your imagination here.

Even higher level shenanigans would involve deciding to go to Daytona Beach spring break just because you’re watching MTV coverage from Daytona, but making that decision when you’re 2 hours away, and it’s already 9 pm, and you have no hotel, and decide to take your friend’s mom’s car, and alcohol is involved. I wouldn’t ever recommend doing something so foolish involving alcohol, I’m just playing Walter Cronkite here and telling you, “That’s the way it is” when you’re hanging out with your wingman, and drinking. Please don’t shoot the messenger.

There’s something about “shenanigans” that makes it a power word. Just hearing the sound of it makes you want to be involved. It has the ability to transform a mundane event into an exciting happening that makes you want to ask, “Are we there yet?” If someone asked me, “Hey, you wanna go to open mic tonight?” I’d be like, “Meh, been to it before.” But if someone asks, “You want to create shenanigans at open mic tonight?” I’d be like, “Save me a seat!”

It seems as though shenanigans has won the battle of words and can conclusively be deemed as more “fun filled” than Nicaragua. However, I’m sure someone could make a good argument that “shenanigans in Nicaragua” could produce quite a bit of fun, if you don’t mind your fun involving third world prisons.

Or, to play it safe, how about we just do shenanigans at happy hour tonight and when we’re deep into margaritas, we just start going over all the fun ways you can say, Nicaragua: Niiicarahwhaaa, Nicarrrrragwha, Nih-harrrr-ahhg-whaaa!

All The World’s Problems Solved Through Proper Bike Path Etiquette

A few days ago I was riding my electric bike down the bike path some 5 miles from home and noticed a couple on bikes getting ready to cross the road and use the bike path. They looked both ways, appeared to look down the bike path towards me, and apparently I had the fantasy that the lady actually made eye contact with me.

They came across the road, still looking in my direction, mind you, and proceeded to pull directly in front of my bike traveling at 14 mph, as if I wasn’t even remotely in their current perception of reality. The lady did happen to notice me at the last second and stopped short within a mere foot of hitting my bike.

So, for the next mile or two, I pondered how they both could have looked for traffic in both directions, looked towards me down the bike path, and yet once they zoomed across the street, they still nearly hit me. Did they not see me, or was it because they were probably tourists and had some weird vacation mojo going on where you don’t see obvious things right in front of your face.

This is not a rare occurrence by the way, it happens nearly every time I take my bike out, which is nearly every single day. Being that this is such a frequent thing since I’m on my bike at least 2 hours a day when the weather is good, it makes me ponder what it is about a bike path that causes people to become so situationally unaware of their surroundings?

There are some basic things about a bike path that many people just don’t seem to get. Traffic goes both ways. Some of that traffic on the path is slow, and some is fast. If you walk with your friends 4 abreast, you will be blocking traffic in both directions. Bike traffic moves faster on the downhill sections, so it’s not a good idea to stop and park your bike perpendicular to the path in those places, or anywhere on the path really. If you pull your vehicle out onto a bike path, or walk into a bike path without looking, you could get hit by something. A bike path is just like a road, there is almost always traffic on it. If you look both ways to cross the road, look both ways before you cross or enter into a bike path.

And if you are riding an electric bike that can go 20mph, don’t ride that fast around people darting in and out between them. Slaloming in and out between people at 20 mph isn’t impressive, it’s dumb.

If you are on a bike, show courtesy when approaching strollers, large groups of people, people parallel parking along the path, young children, intersections, etc. And don’t ride your bike while looking at your phone, especially if you’re riding on the left side of the path. For that matter, don’t ride on the left side at all unless you’re passing someone.

It sometimes feels as if some individuals, most certainly not everyone, but some people lack situational awareness when they venture anywhere near a bike path, and of course, I have not always been the best bike path traveller myself, forgetting the situation when I want to stop, or turn around, or stop and talk to someone, or whatever thing it was that cause someone to nearly hit me.

If you make it a practice to be aware of the situations you are in and how it affects others around you, it makes for a more courteous world for all of us. If you look both ways when you cross the street, don’t let your guard down, look both ways when you venture onto a bike path. I’m not sure that would solve all the world’s problems, but it might keep you and your spouse, or children, or friends safer and someone’s bike ride more pleasant.

Imagine, a world where people are just naturally more pleasant and courteous around each other.

The Sport of Seat Jousting

There is a sport many of us engage in, but some may not even know they’re doing it. As of yet, there isn’t a sports channel for it on TV or a reality show where the likes of those who have reached momentary 13th place American Idol stardom are cast in yet another voted-off-the-island self esteem killer.

The sport of seat jousting at Panera

It is the competitive sport of seat jousting and it can range in intensity from a subtle dance played out when you walk just a little faster to get to the door of your favorite restaurant trying to get ahead of some Createn and his large family that have just pulled their mini-van into the parking spot next to you, to Olympic level sprinting in a race to claim front row seats when the latest make money in real estate show comes to town.

It is especially prevalent in churches when the faithful (you know who you are) stake their claim on a row of their favorite seats at 8:30 on Sunday morning with the church bulletin firmly planted on each chair as did the Apollo astronauts sticking a US flag in the lunar dirt. Welcome to our sanctuary, Jesus loves you, but please don’t sit in my seat. Church starts at 10:30 by the way.

Seat jousting has become a competitive sport for me as well. If you were to frequent the Panera Bread I go to between 6:25 and 6:40 on just about any Friday morning you could watch how the competition plays out much as Dian Fossey did when studying the habits of gorillas in the forests of Rwanda. Yes, I confess, it is that primitive.

The Current Competition

The competition at the present time is between myself and the snow white haired executive vying for what we both have apparently chosen as the most comfortable booth. My territory faces east, is a large booth and allows me to place my computer case on the left and my bagel and tea on the right and my laptop in front of me. All is in harmony, the world is good (at least on Fridays), and it could be feng shui for those that adhere. For several months it had been my exclusive domain until the white knight unsuspectingly wandered into foreign lands.

Not to be outdone, Friday morning blogging time moved from 7:30 to 7:00 am, only to be repeatedly thwarted in my attempts to reclaim rightful territory. Drastic measures had to be implemented when one last attempt resulted in being right behind my foe in line one morning. A mere 45 seconds less on the Drudge Report before leaving the house would have resulted in victory. Finally, rising at 5:45 and arriving at Panera at 6:30 opening time has brought the seat jousting advantage back in my favor for the last 3 weeks.

I only wish I could subtly take a quick picture of the disappointment on his face when he rounds the corner with his giant cinnamon bun and coffee so as to display it on social media. I would just take a picture with my phone, but the paparazzi like intrusion into his personal space might startle him.

This morning became a little more competitive when after getting my order and preparing the usual whole grain bagel, I heard “Good morning sir, how can I help you?” only to look up and see the white knight riding up on his horse, okay he was walking (sorry for the drama). Luckily, I was far enough ahead of him to claim the favored booth. As he rounded the corner once again I innocently sit there as “the look” vibes my way. Inside and under the radar of detectability I’m secretly pumping my fist in the air and yelling, “Winning!” ala Charlie Sheen.

Lords and Ladies, for the time being, the foe has been defeated.