I think I've bored you before with that... Twas onea the songs my father usedta sing.. Brings a smile to my face to remember... Oh - and he sang Mack the Knife as well - embellished...
The hell do you sing in the shower? What diddie goes thru your brain? Driving into work today I started thinkin to myself "Victor, you dumbshit, you will never EVER Karaoke - but if you did - what would you sing?"..
Well... Paradise by the Dashboard Lights only cause it's fun... Anything old that Neil Young sings (for whatever reason I have abouta C+ sissyass high pitched voice sometimes when I sing)... Mebbe a Temps song... Or.. Play that funky music white boy... Funny what kinda stuff plops up to the toppa the brain in song...
Whadda you sing whilst dusting? Oh... I don't dust either - but I do sing in the car.. virtually all day internally to myself.. one octave lower than the radio...
I loveta blurt.. you know.. like "Daddy sang bass - Momma sang tenor".... we will we will ROCK YOU...
Or...... I DIG - rock-n'roll music... or... WHEEEEERE oh WHERE are you Tonight - why did you leavvvvve me here all alone... I've searched the world over and thought I found true love - Youuuuu met another and phpppp you were gone...
Does music rock or what? We can relive when our faces didn't have wrinkles and our bellies were flat.. Gives us the chance to revisit our loved ones at the height of their life - blocking our most recent memory of them as they departed this world..
Music's every bit as good (better) than drink... It can make an average gathering a fun let 'er loose one... I, at 53, personally love to max the volume (I think the young punks call it "crank") in my car - I forget all about mortgage payments, shaving cream left in crevices after the first wipe, the empty fridge, the yard awaiting to be mowed - all that crap - and frankly - I don't care what passerby's think -- as long as I know in my heart life is currently a rockin' - F'em. Music is an escape..
I would be mortified to see video of me dancing. Me thinks I'd never ever step foot on a dance floor again if I did. BUT, GD it's fun - to have rhythmic sound reverberate thru the bod - spiffy.
All kinda music for all kinda folks. "Music for the soul." Funny - the term harmony comes from music. Harmony is good. Music can make your brown eyes blue - can be so low ya can't get under it - can makeya feel pretty - oh so pretty -- or makeya take those old records off the shelf...
Music makes ya forget a lotta the ugly in life... Now what were we talking about?
Well - I'd better be runnin' down the road... I think I'll pack it in and buy a pickup... you say goodbye - and I say hello.. hello hello... So long
Farewell Aufwiedersehn Goodnight I hate to go and leave this pretty sight...Goodnight, Irene... hit the road jack.. we gotta get outta this place... dust in the wind... leavin' on a jet plane... The girls all look better at closin' time..
Happy day, bye bye now.. victurd
Friday, June 30, 2006
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Yesterday.....
All my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday...
Wow - prophetic of Paul. And, whilst we're on Paul - I gotta apologize to him. I had forgotten he'd stayed with Linda for all those years - and I'd forgotten her passing away from breast cancer. That bastard got my sister as well - so I shouldn't have joked about "When I'm 64" and the timing of his new chicky leaving him.
Suddenly
I'm not half the man I used to be
There's a shadow hanging over me
Oh, yesterday
Came suddenly
I really do love this world - this earth.. I really do enjoy the uniqueness of all. It's fun to sit back and watch people respond to the same things differently.. Different sizes, shapes, colors.
Martin Luther King had a dream. He didn't quite make it to see it materialize - but he was in great part responsible for the dream coming true.
I had the dream of Ward, June Cleaver... growing old to be Grandpa Walton... Finishing the ride out on Golden Pond. Funny (I guess) how shit slips from the graces and there ain't one GD thing you can do about it - except - make the best of today.
Yesterday we talked about tomorrow. Today we spoke of yesterday. What about today?
Why she had to go I don't know
She wouldn't say... I said something wrong now I long for yesterday...
Sure - I loved her - but, when you ride off on a Harley, you ride off on a Harley. For that reason - t'ain't here to talk about that. Tis just the demise of a dream - doesn't matter the 'actors' in the play.
Yesterday love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away oh, I believe in yesterday..
So.... I've decided to move to Florida and get me a job workin' on a cruise ship getting paid to dance with bluehairs. Hehe.
Funny... If my old brain remembers well enough - the album that contained Yesterday - the next song was an upbeat Dr. Robert. I was too dumb/naive (probably still am) to know this was about their NY doc who supplied them with speed and other things... but I remember just hearing the beat, tone, upbeatedness of the song made me forget the sadness of Yesterday.
I'm not down - I'm blogging - "thinking aloud". Honest to goodness, my mother's greatest advice was "The secret to success in life is how you deal with Plan B." (Hey Victor, she was #2, get with the alphabet, you're on Plan C). FU talkback, haven't seen you in awhile - and to be honest - seeing you is like meeting someone from high school in the grocery store and they look ten years younger than I. Oh well, yeah.. maybe I'm on Plan C.
Nonetheless - I'm not a horse with blinders - I'm truly enjoying the ride through these uncharted, unplanned waters. Time traded taking relationship in part for granted is now spent observing the human. What better art is there to enjoy.
Happy day... I'm on the road to visit Madame Ruth. Bye bye now. Victurd.
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday...
Wow - prophetic of Paul. And, whilst we're on Paul - I gotta apologize to him. I had forgotten he'd stayed with Linda for all those years - and I'd forgotten her passing away from breast cancer. That bastard got my sister as well - so I shouldn't have joked about "When I'm 64" and the timing of his new chicky leaving him.
Suddenly
I'm not half the man I used to be
There's a shadow hanging over me
Oh, yesterday
Came suddenly
I really do love this world - this earth.. I really do enjoy the uniqueness of all. It's fun to sit back and watch people respond to the same things differently.. Different sizes, shapes, colors.
Martin Luther King had a dream. He didn't quite make it to see it materialize - but he was in great part responsible for the dream coming true.
I had the dream of Ward, June Cleaver... growing old to be Grandpa Walton... Finishing the ride out on Golden Pond. Funny (I guess) how shit slips from the graces and there ain't one GD thing you can do about it - except - make the best of today.
Yesterday we talked about tomorrow. Today we spoke of yesterday. What about today?
Why she had to go I don't know
She wouldn't say... I said something wrong now I long for yesterday...
Sure - I loved her - but, when you ride off on a Harley, you ride off on a Harley. For that reason - t'ain't here to talk about that. Tis just the demise of a dream - doesn't matter the 'actors' in the play.
Yesterday love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place to hide away oh, I believe in yesterday..
So.... I've decided to move to Florida and get me a job workin' on a cruise ship getting paid to dance with bluehairs. Hehe.
Funny... If my old brain remembers well enough - the album that contained Yesterday - the next song was an upbeat Dr. Robert. I was too dumb/naive (probably still am) to know this was about their NY doc who supplied them with speed and other things... but I remember just hearing the beat, tone, upbeatedness of the song made me forget the sadness of Yesterday.
I'm not down - I'm blogging - "thinking aloud". Honest to goodness, my mother's greatest advice was "The secret to success in life is how you deal with Plan B." (Hey Victor, she was #2, get with the alphabet, you're on Plan C). FU talkback, haven't seen you in awhile - and to be honest - seeing you is like meeting someone from high school in the grocery store and they look ten years younger than I. Oh well, yeah.. maybe I'm on Plan C.
Nonetheless - I'm not a horse with blinders - I'm truly enjoying the ride through these uncharted, unplanned waters. Time traded taking relationship in part for granted is now spent observing the human. What better art is there to enjoy.
Happy day... I'm on the road to visit Madame Ruth. Bye bye now. Victurd.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Meet George Jetson....
Oohm pahm pahm oohm pa... Tomorrow. To quote the little redheaded twit - the sun'll come out - tomorrow. What will tomorrow bring? Can we play Nostradamus for a sec? George Orwell?
Who'da thunk that today we'd have medicinal wonders such as pills to make your blood pressure go down - or make your penis to go up... (Can't ya just see the near retirement age researcher at Pfizer/Viagra maker that day in the lab... an hour after ingesting his concoction... "OHH My God... Buckley C'MERE.. you ain't gonna believe this!")... They can ram small probes up into your body with miniscule cameras attached on the end - to see what's gone wrong inside - or to even help to repair it in surgery...
We have phones that take pictures, video, let us retrieve our email - what's next? Will they be able to give handjobs? "Yes, free long distance to any planet, 2,000 text messages allowed, free minutes start at 4pm, and six free handjobs per billing cycle.".. I-PODS, MP3's, HDTV, Satellite radio... Kajillion gigabyte personal computers.. robotics..
We can stick a GPS chip on our hound's collar and track him when he's gadding about... "HONEY? Did you leave Fido's doggie door unlocked?"..."Nope, not me.. turn on the GPS tracker - we'll find him before the dog catcher does."... "GOOD LORD.. it's vibrating like crazy - but it looks like he's at 1222 Elm Street." "Oh Shit, not again - that's the Johnsons.. FiFi must be in heat again."
They predicted talking cars - and now we have them.. Seena commercial the other day where the driver had pre-set the car's computer to the desired destination.. and as she drove it'd say "turn left, 50 yards." My goodness. Incredible.. Of course - wait until the day when the BET Channel comes out with their version.. "HEY BITCH.. turn this mothafucker around - you done gone too far."... or... "Yo Ho - be takin' a Louie in a hunnerd and fitty feet - yup, that's where they be stayin."
Not long ago I searched and I searched on this wonderful tool Al invented to see what the predictions are for tomorrow... and to read a little bit about the accuracy of predictions from yesterday... Main thing I gathered - we simply don't know. One diddy said "look, the best way to predict the future is to invent it.".. They said we'd be outta oil by now.. They said "By 1987, he added, the human race would be afflicted by a “bewildering array of degenerating sicknesses and epidemics.”... "Midwest farm areas would turn into desert wasteland by the early 1990s."..."cancer cured by 2002." "a cure for aging would be developed by 2010."
Fact is, we just don't know.. It really is remarkable to think back to what life was like when you were a kid - and to how different things are now.. Yes - the inventions/changes since have aided our gluttonlike effortless society - but somehow we made it..
Yesterday WAS fun. Today IS exciting. And the obnoxious redhead sang "the sun'll come out tomorrow -so you gotta hang until tomorrow come what may
tomorrow tomorrow - i love ya tomorrow -your always a day away
tomorrow tomorrow i love ya tomorrow -your always a day away...
Seeya tomorrow. Bye bye now.
Who'da thunk that today we'd have medicinal wonders such as pills to make your blood pressure go down - or make your penis to go up... (Can't ya just see the near retirement age researcher at Pfizer/Viagra maker that day in the lab... an hour after ingesting his concoction... "OHH My God... Buckley C'MERE.. you ain't gonna believe this!")... They can ram small probes up into your body with miniscule cameras attached on the end - to see what's gone wrong inside - or to even help to repair it in surgery...
We have phones that take pictures, video, let us retrieve our email - what's next? Will they be able to give handjobs? "Yes, free long distance to any planet, 2,000 text messages allowed, free minutes start at 4pm, and six free handjobs per billing cycle.".. I-PODS, MP3's, HDTV, Satellite radio... Kajillion gigabyte personal computers.. robotics..
We can stick a GPS chip on our hound's collar and track him when he's gadding about... "HONEY? Did you leave Fido's doggie door unlocked?"..."Nope, not me.. turn on the GPS tracker - we'll find him before the dog catcher does."... "GOOD LORD.. it's vibrating like crazy - but it looks like he's at 1222 Elm Street." "Oh Shit, not again - that's the Johnsons.. FiFi must be in heat again."
They predicted talking cars - and now we have them.. Seena commercial the other day where the driver had pre-set the car's computer to the desired destination.. and as she drove it'd say "turn left, 50 yards." My goodness. Incredible.. Of course - wait until the day when the BET Channel comes out with their version.. "HEY BITCH.. turn this mothafucker around - you done gone too far."... or... "Yo Ho - be takin' a Louie in a hunnerd and fitty feet - yup, that's where they be stayin."
Not long ago I searched and I searched on this wonderful tool Al invented to see what the predictions are for tomorrow... and to read a little bit about the accuracy of predictions from yesterday... Main thing I gathered - we simply don't know. One diddy said "look, the best way to predict the future is to invent it.".. They said we'd be outta oil by now.. They said "By 1987, he added, the human race would be afflicted by a “bewildering array of degenerating sicknesses and epidemics.”... "Midwest farm areas would turn into desert wasteland by the early 1990s."..."cancer cured by 2002." "a cure for aging would be developed by 2010."
Fact is, we just don't know.. It really is remarkable to think back to what life was like when you were a kid - and to how different things are now.. Yes - the inventions/changes since have aided our gluttonlike effortless society - but somehow we made it..
Yesterday WAS fun. Today IS exciting. And the obnoxious redhead sang "the sun'll come out tomorrow -so you gotta hang until tomorrow come what may
tomorrow tomorrow - i love ya tomorrow -your always a day away
tomorrow tomorrow i love ya tomorrow -your always a day away...
Seeya tomorrow. Bye bye now.
Friday, June 16, 2006
There..... all better now.
Bring the troops home....
Bring our dollars home - spend them on a better tomorrow for us...
Restrict campaign spending (Maybe to as little as a website)so the Average Joe/Josephine, logical thinking person could gain office. Millionaires have no idea what it's like living in the real US world today.
Take all the money we send to countries equally as wealthy as us and use it to research alternate forms of energy - pay for greater mass transit programs...
Track down, sue, incriminate, incarcerate, possibly neuter any recorded c'rap musicians that drop f-bombs, ho talk, denigrating discriminating language, etc.
Clean up movies. Don't 'pedestal' sick behavior. Bring back real role models.
Through attrition - replace any city workers, highway workers, sanitation workers, etc with parent's who don't pay child support. Don't jail 'em - make 'em work. Force them to stay there until they're six months aheada the game - bank that, then putta GPS monitor on 'em...
Get ridda every fucking gun in the US.
Find out what manufactured products we import for less than we can make them for here... Stop importing them, have our prisoners start producing similar. Any profits over and above costs - use for less fortunate folks that don't have healthcare.
Get ridda plea bargaining. Why should Joe ($50K a year) be able to pay lawyer Tim ($100K a year) to change his ticket from this (hefty fine) to that (reduced charge) whilst the poor fella has no options. Fuck that. We are equal - no matter how many bones are in our pocket. If we had consequences besides spending money to get us outta fixes - perhaps there wouldn't be so many fixes.
Take half of the serving military members now on duty in peaceful countries - bring them home - have them track down illegal immigrants. Let them stay - but give them the choice to do it legally - or hit the trail. Recoup any known back taxes.
Ok. I feel better now! Maybe you don't agree with any/all of the suggestions - and they were just off the toppa my head - which is scary... but it just seems it's getting tougher and tougher to simply "make it" in our world today --- and we have no one to blame but ourselves. Our priorities are skewed - our moral fiber is weakened - our resources are dwindling... we gotta change - or go back - or sumpin. This message will self destruct in fit-teen minutes. Happy day... bye bye now... The Whiner.
Bring our dollars home - spend them on a better tomorrow for us...
Restrict campaign spending (Maybe to as little as a website)so the Average Joe/Josephine, logical thinking person could gain office. Millionaires have no idea what it's like living in the real US world today.
Take all the money we send to countries equally as wealthy as us and use it to research alternate forms of energy - pay for greater mass transit programs...
Track down, sue, incriminate, incarcerate, possibly neuter any recorded c'rap musicians that drop f-bombs, ho talk, denigrating discriminating language, etc.
Clean up movies. Don't 'pedestal' sick behavior. Bring back real role models.
Through attrition - replace any city workers, highway workers, sanitation workers, etc with parent's who don't pay child support. Don't jail 'em - make 'em work. Force them to stay there until they're six months aheada the game - bank that, then putta GPS monitor on 'em...
Get ridda every fucking gun in the US.
Find out what manufactured products we import for less than we can make them for here... Stop importing them, have our prisoners start producing similar. Any profits over and above costs - use for less fortunate folks that don't have healthcare.
Get ridda plea bargaining. Why should Joe ($50K a year) be able to pay lawyer Tim ($100K a year) to change his ticket from this (hefty fine) to that (reduced charge) whilst the poor fella has no options. Fuck that. We are equal - no matter how many bones are in our pocket. If we had consequences besides spending money to get us outta fixes - perhaps there wouldn't be so many fixes.
Take half of the serving military members now on duty in peaceful countries - bring them home - have them track down illegal immigrants. Let them stay - but give them the choice to do it legally - or hit the trail. Recoup any known back taxes.
Ok. I feel better now! Maybe you don't agree with any/all of the suggestions - and they were just off the toppa my head - which is scary... but it just seems it's getting tougher and tougher to simply "make it" in our world today --- and we have no one to blame but ourselves. Our priorities are skewed - our moral fiber is weakened - our resources are dwindling... we gotta change - or go back - or sumpin. This message will self destruct in fit-teen minutes. Happy day... bye bye now... The Whiner.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Top Ten, with apologies to Dave......
Top ten things I'll never ever do - due to being too poor, too old, too chicken, etc...
* Sky dive.
* Bungee Jump.
* Go to Australia.
* Drive a race car.
* Run in a 10K, 5K, 3K, any kinda K race (Again).
* A one-anda-half off any height board.
* Shoot an animal.
* Run for office. (It's hard enough for me to walk there!)
* Live in California.
* Live in New York.
AndbeforeIkeelI'dliketa: Golf. Alot. Go to Vegas again. See NY. Cooperstown. The Four dead guys in granite. Live in the country. Quit smoking. Walk - alot. Again try on size 36 slacks and think "hey... these are kinda loose." Camp by a stream.
Snorkel in Hanauma Bay. Attend another World Series in Kansas City. <--Shit, I shoulda had that on the other list. Observe Maynard doing something good for himself. (He is a giver - and has given to me - he just won't help himself.) Take off in some kinda vehicle - saved up funds - no kinda timetable - no kinda planned stops - just go.. to see the US.
Stare up at Lincoln's Monument. Get a tan. Boogie board. Eh - lotta stuff. Do the Abs of Steel tape every night for three months - in my sleep.
Tis Thursday, June fit-teen, 2006. I think it'd be a good day to say to one's self.. "I've been wondering how old so-n-so has been.. by golly I think I'm gonna call 'em/go see 'em." Yeah, let's do that.
And if you're a challenging sort.. try out (three times, REAL fast) "Sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick"... It's soooo much easier to type than talk. (For me at least).
How does that saying go? Love like you've never been hurt... pick boogers like nobody's watching... or something like that. Happy day, bye bye now. Victurd.
* Sky dive.
* Bungee Jump.
* Go to Australia.
* Drive a race car.
* Run in a 10K, 5K, 3K, any kinda K race (Again).
* A one-anda-half off any height board.
* Shoot an animal.
* Run for office. (It's hard enough for me to walk there!)
* Live in California.
* Live in New York.
AndbeforeIkeelI'dliketa: Golf. Alot. Go to Vegas again. See NY. Cooperstown. The Four dead guys in granite. Live in the country. Quit smoking. Walk - alot. Again try on size 36 slacks and think "hey... these are kinda loose." Camp by a stream.
Snorkel in Hanauma Bay. Attend another World Series in Kansas City. <--Shit, I shoulda had that on the other list. Observe Maynard doing something good for himself. (He is a giver - and has given to me - he just won't help himself.) Take off in some kinda vehicle - saved up funds - no kinda timetable - no kinda planned stops - just go.. to see the US.
Stare up at Lincoln's Monument. Get a tan. Boogie board. Eh - lotta stuff. Do the Abs of Steel tape every night for three months - in my sleep.
Tis Thursday, June fit-teen, 2006. I think it'd be a good day to say to one's self.. "I've been wondering how old so-n-so has been.. by golly I think I'm gonna call 'em/go see 'em." Yeah, let's do that.
And if you're a challenging sort.. try out (three times, REAL fast) "Sixth sick sheik's sixth sheep's sick"... It's soooo much easier to type than talk. (For me at least).
How does that saying go? Love like you've never been hurt... pick boogers like nobody's watching... or something like that. Happy day, bye bye now. Victurd.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
When I get older losing my mind, many years from now....
Will you still be sending me a Valentine,birthday greetings, bottle of wine?
If I'd been out 'till quarter to three,would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?
Heather Mills McCartney says in the newspaper today “Paul and I are to divorce soon”.
Mr. McCartney turns 64 on Sunday, June 18.
So Paul… Sorry you waited so long for the answer… but… ahm No.
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Saw onea the best foiled robberies I’ve ever seen on the T-vee news last night… Chicky walks into convenience store… buys a .70 cent item… clerk opens drawer… she LEAPS over the counter to grab cash outta the drawer - - clerk reacts – grabs her by the shirt… she loses her balance… her top comes off as she slides down (sans bra)… she ran – but had the ba-goochies to run back in later and snag her top – then head on down the street.
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Another foiled robbery in the news. Man walks into bank demanding money. “Ahm, no.”…. Man says “What if I said I had a gun on me?”… “Ahm, no.” That’s it – end of story.. he got upset and left.
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I could be handy, mending a fuse, when your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside, sunday mornings, go for a ride.
Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four?
Dammit Paul, don’t you understand… she said “NO”… “Ahm, no.”
If I'd been out 'till quarter to three,would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?
Heather Mills McCartney says in the newspaper today “Paul and I are to divorce soon”.
Mr. McCartney turns 64 on Sunday, June 18.
So Paul… Sorry you waited so long for the answer… but… ahm No.
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Saw onea the best foiled robberies I’ve ever seen on the T-vee news last night… Chicky walks into convenience store… buys a .70 cent item… clerk opens drawer… she LEAPS over the counter to grab cash outta the drawer - - clerk reacts – grabs her by the shirt… she loses her balance… her top comes off as she slides down (sans bra)… she ran – but had the ba-goochies to run back in later and snag her top – then head on down the street.
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Another foiled robbery in the news. Man walks into bank demanding money. “Ahm, no.”…. Man says “What if I said I had a gun on me?”… “Ahm, no.” That’s it – end of story.. he got upset and left.
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I could be handy, mending a fuse, when your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside, sunday mornings, go for a ride.
Doing the garden, digging the weeds, who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm sixty four?
Dammit Paul, don’t you understand… she said “NO”… “Ahm, no.”
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Hey Smitty, whadda you wanna do today?
Remember those days where - as kids - you'd roll outta bed whenever the bod toldya it was time to get up... wait for a quorum of neighborhood kids... toss out ideas on what the day would play out as.... the young punks rarely got their suggestions - and they were generally stupid anyways!..
Soooo... I sit here at work today wondering when my 'neighbors' will growl outta bed - show up here... then we can pretend to go rippin' together...
Me thinks I'd 'turn left' and see the Rockies first... Wow... nature... then I'd liketa head down to see the Grand Canyon... go across to San Diego and just sit for a couple of days in what is sure to be 70 degree weather...
Mebbe take Hwy 101 up to NoCal... Fetch a passenger train up to Washington - admire the Cascades from close up... Spin ma Chinook thru Idaho-Wyoming- across to see the Four Dead Guys in Granite... gamble a bit there in Costner's town... Mebbe route thru the Tall Corn states back home for a brief respite to grab the mail and do Maynard's honey do's....
Shit... Then where do we go guys? Well... howabout a drive thru the Smokeys - heard that's cool... yeah, good idea.. and on the way we can see Elvis's house... mebbe pay tribute to MLK... grab some ribs'n'blues on Beale Street... From the Smokey's we'll take a puddle jumper down to the Panhandle... Rent us onea them there winder-tinted-five-disc-changin'CD-playin' soccer-mom-SUV's that sit up real tall...
Go allllllllllllllll the way down the Gulf Coast... Rest in the Keys... Ne'er a hurry there... Zip up the right side of FL... golf our way in and outta the Carolina's...
Jet it to NYC... A couplea days there to take it all in... Wonder at the very different lifestyle from us Midwesterners.... nap until September - then car rental again thru upstate NY to catch the fall nature show....
Kinda tired now... heck, let's take another nap... life ain't no hurry... we'll wake up tomorrow and dream a little dream again... maybe sailing around the Virgin Isles... perhaps a Carribean Cruise... African Safari?... Hey, wanna go mess with the Bobbies outsidea that there palace in the UK? Bet I can make them basta's blink... No kiddin' Smitty, one whiff'a your gas and there ain't no way they can balance them bigass hats..
Tis Ok to dream... Might never happen - but... dreams are hope... the only time in my life when I have given up hope was when cancer had completely taken over my sister's body - and my hope went to "hurry."...
Takea ride in life - even if only thru your closed eyelids... Rev that Harley... Rent that bigass ride... paddle that canoe... smile those smiles... live is for living... hoping... I hope... still..
Happy day - bye bye now, Victurd
Soooo... I sit here at work today wondering when my 'neighbors' will growl outta bed - show up here... then we can pretend to go rippin' together...
Me thinks I'd 'turn left' and see the Rockies first... Wow... nature... then I'd liketa head down to see the Grand Canyon... go across to San Diego and just sit for a couple of days in what is sure to be 70 degree weather...
Mebbe take Hwy 101 up to NoCal... Fetch a passenger train up to Washington - admire the Cascades from close up... Spin ma Chinook thru Idaho-Wyoming- across to see the Four Dead Guys in Granite... gamble a bit there in Costner's town... Mebbe route thru the Tall Corn states back home for a brief respite to grab the mail and do Maynard's honey do's....
Shit... Then where do we go guys? Well... howabout a drive thru the Smokeys - heard that's cool... yeah, good idea.. and on the way we can see Elvis's house... mebbe pay tribute to MLK... grab some ribs'n'blues on Beale Street... From the Smokey's we'll take a puddle jumper down to the Panhandle... Rent us onea them there winder-tinted-five-disc-changin'CD-playin' soccer-mom-SUV's that sit up real tall...
Go allllllllllllllll the way down the Gulf Coast... Rest in the Keys... Ne'er a hurry there... Zip up the right side of FL... golf our way in and outta the Carolina's...
Jet it to NYC... A couplea days there to take it all in... Wonder at the very different lifestyle from us Midwesterners.... nap until September - then car rental again thru upstate NY to catch the fall nature show....
Kinda tired now... heck, let's take another nap... life ain't no hurry... we'll wake up tomorrow and dream a little dream again... maybe sailing around the Virgin Isles... perhaps a Carribean Cruise... African Safari?... Hey, wanna go mess with the Bobbies outsidea that there palace in the UK? Bet I can make them basta's blink... No kiddin' Smitty, one whiff'a your gas and there ain't no way they can balance them bigass hats..
Tis Ok to dream... Might never happen - but... dreams are hope... the only time in my life when I have given up hope was when cancer had completely taken over my sister's body - and my hope went to "hurry."...
Takea ride in life - even if only thru your closed eyelids... Rev that Harley... Rent that bigass ride... paddle that canoe... smile those smiles... live is for living... hoping... I hope... still..
Happy day - bye bye now, Victurd
Monday, June 12, 2006
Ahm, blog boss?
This is Victor... you know.. I sit in cubicle 17E and faithfully write almost every day... "Yes Victor" the blog boss answered "how may I help you?"... Oh boy could we talk for a few hours on that one! (Well.. you can take Maynard to a padded room, surround him with shrinks, give him meds, diagnose [me thinks it's IED <-- read on THAT one - it ain't a happy thing].. you could come help with my yard - it's grown over - over 3-4 years of depression --- weeds thrive in depression -- they take hold of what was once "happy spots" ---- you could take onea them checkenginelight monitor computer thingy to my car and find out why the checkenginelight thingy always stays lit... and... lemme see.. can u loan me about fit-teen thou.. and find me a buyer for my house.. u know, someone like Jose Feliciano or Stevie Wonder mebbe... then, I'd likea one way ticket to Clearwater...
Ok - I formally apologize kinda sorta in advance of the pity party. You see, at 6am this morning - I was asked if I'd ever seen such-n-such a movie by Mel Brooks.. I don't think I have - and responded the same - and I got in trouble.. and then words were flung... and I said "I don't want to fight" and MORE words were flung... terrible, mean, chill to the bone things were said.. no, objects didn't fly - but we're scarred anyways by words...
So.... driving into the office.. I thought about "you are strong Victor.. sit your butt down and write something fun, hopefully funny... don't allow him to affect your mood...you're beyond that..." But I can't. So reckon I'm apologizin'. I've allowed someone else to predispose my disposition. < Linguists out there - can that be said like that? Hehe. IED. Read about it.. That is if ya wanna. I live with it. One site I read said "IED may predispose people to other mental illnesses, such as depression and anxiety and substance abuse problems." Wow - does that hit home.
So..... downer eh? So solly - I'd love to have GPS witha brain and see how you'ns out there take life like a fastball to the chest protector - and get back in the box to do it again. Worn down today I guess I am.
But... it won't be long until I get refreshened... in fact, onea my fav things to do at work here (yes, I'm 53 - hard to believe) is walk in the direction of a co-worker - knowing his/her eyes are on me... stick my index finger in my nose for a short - immediately followed by sticking my middle finger (same hand) in my mouth. Yes, stupid things like that help me battle the IED I live with... Today, I'm overtaken - but I'll be better.. and I feel better coming... so thanks for listening and thanks for caring... have a wonderful week... I can't wait for St. Louie.. THE Mill. Ya'd haveta see it to believe it.. but that's a story for a different 'disposition'... toodles, Victor
Ok - I formally apologize kinda sorta in advance of the pity party. You see, at 6am this morning - I was asked if I'd ever seen such-n-such a movie by Mel Brooks.. I don't think I have - and responded the same - and I got in trouble.. and then words were flung... and I said "I don't want to fight" and MORE words were flung... terrible, mean, chill to the bone things were said.. no, objects didn't fly - but we're scarred anyways by words...
So.... driving into the office.. I thought about "you are strong Victor.. sit your butt down and write something fun, hopefully funny... don't allow him to affect your mood...you're beyond that..." But I can't. So reckon I'm apologizin'. I've allowed someone else to predispose my disposition. < Linguists out there - can that be said like that? Hehe. IED. Read about it.. That is if ya wanna. I live with it. One site I read said "IED may predispose people to other mental illnesses, such as depression and anxiety and substance abuse problems." Wow - does that hit home.
So..... downer eh? So solly - I'd love to have GPS witha brain and see how you'ns out there take life like a fastball to the chest protector - and get back in the box to do it again. Worn down today I guess I am.
But... it won't be long until I get refreshened... in fact, onea my fav things to do at work here (yes, I'm 53 - hard to believe) is walk in the direction of a co-worker - knowing his/her eyes are on me... stick my index finger in my nose for a short - immediately followed by sticking my middle finger (same hand) in my mouth. Yes, stupid things like that help me battle the IED I live with... Today, I'm overtaken - but I'll be better.. and I feel better coming... so thanks for listening and thanks for caring... have a wonderful week... I can't wait for St. Louie.. THE Mill. Ya'd haveta see it to believe it.. but that's a story for a different 'disposition'... toodles, Victor
Friday, June 09, 2006
Si'..... No....
Immigration... I'm here because of immigration some five generations ago... I somewhat hate writing about this - because I consider myself of average intelligence - and perhaps not well versed to write on the topic..
I take drives and see all the open country - and wonder "why not?" I see three broken down pickup trucks pullup to my neighbors house - twelve men emerge - in 11 hours straight - through sultry, hot temps - a new roof is put on by unmatched hard working men. Low bid is a certainty - roofing is crappy, tedious work - so I think "wow... if 'this is the life' to them - how bad must it be where they came from?"
To come to the United States now - you have to be coming to join immediate relatives (parents, children, spouses or siblings), to be a student, to do a job, to start a company, to invest money; you have to have a reason that is much more concrete than simply "because I want to."
I'm going on a limb to say most that have come here illegally have done so because they've simply not been educated about the correct procedure. "We", the fat cats that have been implanted for a decade or so - scoff at the idea of immigration - and forget the fact "we all came from somewhere."
Not sure if I've got all the facts exactly - but close... Myrna Dick is a 31 year old mother living in Raymore, Missouri. Soon, very soon - she's probably going to be deported to Mexico - to be separated from her son (born 2004) and her husband.
Myrna came to the US in the 80's at age 12... She had grand mal seizures - her family sold everything - and by virtue of a temporary visa - settled in Texas so Myrna could get the necessary medical treatment she needed.
It's uncertain why Myrna was passed over in the 1980's amnesty - her parents and most of her siblings were granted citizenship or permanent residency then.
In 1998 - Myrna crossed the border into Mexico to attend the funeral of her grandmother.. Upon her return to the US - it's claimed she used a false alias - claimed to be a US citizen - was supposedly fingerprinted during this time... Six years later - they went after her... but... she had a US citizen in her belly so she couldn't be deported at that time...
Barring an appeal from the Supreme Court - she will soon move to Tijuana Mexico - her son and husband to South San Diego - and a commuted marriage will exist. The government said she lied and that the lie makes her ineligible to ever live in America.
Just one man's opine - but I feel this is wrong. Yes - I agree everyone should contribute to our tax structure - yes, it's wrong to have the so called "free ride" - but that ride is generally not the Accountant, the Sale's rep, the Stockbroker, the Mortgage Loan Officer ---- it's the produce picker - the hotel maid - the roofer, etc.
I see nothing wrong with allowing those here to stay here - with the stipulation "you've got such-n-such amount of time to repay projected back taxes."
Yes - with 911 - border protection is certainly critical... We're criticizing the wrong ones though - again, just my opine. To me, sending Myrna back makes no sense - and doesn't make me very proud of the decision of the Government that represents me. Perhaps she did lie. Geez, that never happens in Congress eh?
I'd love to hear your opinion...adiós!, ¡hasta luego... Victor'
I take drives and see all the open country - and wonder "why not?" I see three broken down pickup trucks pullup to my neighbors house - twelve men emerge - in 11 hours straight - through sultry, hot temps - a new roof is put on by unmatched hard working men. Low bid is a certainty - roofing is crappy, tedious work - so I think "wow... if 'this is the life' to them - how bad must it be where they came from?"
To come to the United States now - you have to be coming to join immediate relatives (parents, children, spouses or siblings), to be a student, to do a job, to start a company, to invest money; you have to have a reason that is much more concrete than simply "because I want to."
I'm going on a limb to say most that have come here illegally have done so because they've simply not been educated about the correct procedure. "We", the fat cats that have been implanted for a decade or so - scoff at the idea of immigration - and forget the fact "we all came from somewhere."
Not sure if I've got all the facts exactly - but close... Myrna Dick is a 31 year old mother living in Raymore, Missouri. Soon, very soon - she's probably going to be deported to Mexico - to be separated from her son (born 2004) and her husband.
Myrna came to the US in the 80's at age 12... She had grand mal seizures - her family sold everything - and by virtue of a temporary visa - settled in Texas so Myrna could get the necessary medical treatment she needed.
It's uncertain why Myrna was passed over in the 1980's amnesty - her parents and most of her siblings were granted citizenship or permanent residency then.
In 1998 - Myrna crossed the border into Mexico to attend the funeral of her grandmother.. Upon her return to the US - it's claimed she used a false alias - claimed to be a US citizen - was supposedly fingerprinted during this time... Six years later - they went after her... but... she had a US citizen in her belly so she couldn't be deported at that time...
Barring an appeal from the Supreme Court - she will soon move to Tijuana Mexico - her son and husband to South San Diego - and a commuted marriage will exist. The government said she lied and that the lie makes her ineligible to ever live in America.
Just one man's opine - but I feel this is wrong. Yes - I agree everyone should contribute to our tax structure - yes, it's wrong to have the so called "free ride" - but that ride is generally not the Accountant, the Sale's rep, the Stockbroker, the Mortgage Loan Officer ---- it's the produce picker - the hotel maid - the roofer, etc.
I see nothing wrong with allowing those here to stay here - with the stipulation "you've got such-n-such amount of time to repay projected back taxes."
Yes - with 911 - border protection is certainly critical... We're criticizing the wrong ones though - again, just my opine. To me, sending Myrna back makes no sense - and doesn't make me very proud of the decision of the Government that represents me. Perhaps she did lie. Geez, that never happens in Congress eh?
I'd love to hear your opinion...adiós!, ¡hasta luego... Victor'
Thursday, June 08, 2006
The butt of the joke... or.. . perfect end-ings...
Frankly stated - ya gotta love butts. We, and when I say we - I include you women too - because the secret's out - we know you're just as biga pigs as we are... so WE all classify ourselves as being "this part" or "that part" kinda person... Yes, I would say "I'm a butt man." - Versus those of you that are more inclined to favor legs, breasts, eyes, chest, hair, face, voice, etc, etc. My pappy didn't pronounce to me on my trike "Victor, I'd like for you to be a 'butt-man'" - it just happened..
Ohhhh don't get me wrong - all parts are enjoyable, unique - it's just that there's nothing better than seeing - close your ears - a nice, nice ass. So yes, when people say "I'm a people watcher" what they're really saying is "hey, let's go to the Mall and look for fantastic ass's"...
Summer - many crow's feet ago - I worked for the local school district in doing basically any kind of thing needed to upkeep the buildings/grounds, etc... My supervisor was a feller named Jim - actually, the "Shop Teacher". Jim was a decent guy - ne'er in a hurry - and never fearful of saying what was on his mind - but it was always said in a matter-a-fact slowed Branson kinda tone...
Charlotte - school librarian. Big woman. Mean woman - at least that's the take we kids had. She had onea those looks where she'd drop her head - stare at you over the bifocals as if to say "act up once more and I'll take you in the backroom to my people sized blender and flip the switch."
Now there's notta lotta correlation or communication during the year between the Shop and the Library - and I got the feeling that was simply AOK with both Jim and Charlotte.. This particular summer - Jim was summonsed with his crew to the library to chop the shelf closest to the door in half (twas too tall) so Charlotte could see if any punks were walking out with books and not checking them out..
Jim, being a Shop teacher - was obviously very good at his trade.. We painstakingly took our time to ensure the job was done well.. Then next day - the Summerworkerguy's Foreman happened upon our crew doing another task... He started to tease Jim about how Charlotte had complained and complained "those half-ass carpenters" and the shitty work that was done... Jim, about to spout, looked the Summerworkerguy's Foreman in the eyes and said "You tell that ASS AND A HALF librarian...." and at that point we all lost it - didn't hear the rest - but it was a moment I'll never forget.. (yeah yeah, until I pee my pants and forget my name.)
So, Charlotte's ass was large - and there are many that enjoy that.. "Don't want one ya have ta shake the sheets to find her" my old Park Department Supervisor would say..
There are many a kinda butts. Yes, big ones. Rounded ones. "No butts" - that's where ya can't distinguish any kinda projection from the back to the knees - it just goes straight on down... Skinny little butts.. "Cute" butts... all kindsa butts.
Prior to a Florida family trip - for quite a few weeks I teasingly said "Oh.. I don't know if I can subject myself to all the women that will be in thongs on the beach" closely followed by a glance and a wink at Maynard. By the time we finally arrived - they were tired of me saying it - and it'd reached "roll the eyes" preportion.
Yessireebob, finally there.. suitcases partially unpacked.. swim trunks on.. albinowhite skin there for the taking - we ran to the beach... Maynard, his mom, his aunt, couplea more of her kids... Kids got to the beach first.. we walked behind... wasn't a minute later Maynard and his cousin came running back shouting "EWWWWWW SIIIICCCKKK" - giggling as they did...
Turns out - the first thongs our eyeballs took in actually didn't belong to the glorious Coppertone lady like we thought we'd see. Twas two 40-something males - each with a pretty disgusting thong - holding hands with each other walking down the beach. - - - My father always usedta tease about this guy or that guy "not wanting to leave his buddies behind." Once my brain ripened a little - I knew he intended for that to be spelled "not wanting to leave his buddy's behind" - hehe.
He (father) also would happily sing the song "She's got freckles on her...but(t?) she's pretty" with a wink of an eye..
There's butt-ugly, butthead, showing one's ass, the butt of the joke, butting in, butting out, butting heads, Seymour Butts, Rear Admiral Butts, Billy Butts, Harry Butts, kickin butts (and takin' names)... lotta butts. Maynard has announced to me on numerous occasions "you're so ugly, you oughta shave your butt and walk backwards."
Recently a male co-worker hadta getta file out of a bottom drawer - as he knealt - uh huh, the ole plumber's butt thing popped out there.. a laid back female co-worker - arms folded - nonchalantly swung her head my way and said matterafactly "crack kills". Yes, he was em-bare-assed about that - but no, he didn't bang his head on file cabinet..
Lunchtime - 5 female co-workers and I sitting rounda round table outside - and someone, NOT ME, someone brought up the topic of anal sex. I DIDN'T SAY A WORD the entire conversation.. One by one they spoke around the table about how piggish men were - they became more and more incensed ("I told him GD, there's only one thing I use that for and what he wanted wasn't it!")- and soon ten eyeballs focused in on me with those "if looks could kill" eyes - and again, I hadn't done/said one damn thing!
Ok. This is THE END. I've got to run to the Mall. Sorry if this weren't all it was cracked up to be. I guess I could wipe it all out. Nah, I'll leave these keyboard skidmarks just in case any one may wanta read 'em. Whew, I'm kinda pooped. Happy day, bye bye now... Victurd.
Ohhhh don't get me wrong - all parts are enjoyable, unique - it's just that there's nothing better than seeing - close your ears - a nice, nice ass. So yes, when people say "I'm a people watcher" what they're really saying is "hey, let's go to the Mall and look for fantastic ass's"...
Summer - many crow's feet ago - I worked for the local school district in doing basically any kind of thing needed to upkeep the buildings/grounds, etc... My supervisor was a feller named Jim - actually, the "Shop Teacher". Jim was a decent guy - ne'er in a hurry - and never fearful of saying what was on his mind - but it was always said in a matter-a-fact slowed Branson kinda tone...
Charlotte - school librarian. Big woman. Mean woman - at least that's the take we kids had. She had onea those looks where she'd drop her head - stare at you over the bifocals as if to say "act up once more and I'll take you in the backroom to my people sized blender and flip the switch."
Now there's notta lotta correlation or communication during the year between the Shop and the Library - and I got the feeling that was simply AOK with both Jim and Charlotte.. This particular summer - Jim was summonsed with his crew to the library to chop the shelf closest to the door in half (twas too tall) so Charlotte could see if any punks were walking out with books and not checking them out..
Jim, being a Shop teacher - was obviously very good at his trade.. We painstakingly took our time to ensure the job was done well.. Then next day - the Summerworkerguy's Foreman happened upon our crew doing another task... He started to tease Jim about how Charlotte had complained and complained "those half-ass carpenters" and the shitty work that was done... Jim, about to spout, looked the Summerworkerguy's Foreman in the eyes and said "You tell that ASS AND A HALF librarian...." and at that point we all lost it - didn't hear the rest - but it was a moment I'll never forget.. (yeah yeah, until I pee my pants and forget my name.)
So, Charlotte's ass was large - and there are many that enjoy that.. "Don't want one ya have ta shake the sheets to find her" my old Park Department Supervisor would say..
There are many a kinda butts. Yes, big ones. Rounded ones. "No butts" - that's where ya can't distinguish any kinda projection from the back to the knees - it just goes straight on down... Skinny little butts.. "Cute" butts... all kindsa butts.
Prior to a Florida family trip - for quite a few weeks I teasingly said "Oh.. I don't know if I can subject myself to all the women that will be in thongs on the beach" closely followed by a glance and a wink at Maynard. By the time we finally arrived - they were tired of me saying it - and it'd reached "roll the eyes" preportion.
Yessireebob, finally there.. suitcases partially unpacked.. swim trunks on.. albinowhite skin there for the taking - we ran to the beach... Maynard, his mom, his aunt, couplea more of her kids... Kids got to the beach first.. we walked behind... wasn't a minute later Maynard and his cousin came running back shouting "EWWWWWW SIIIICCCKKK" - giggling as they did...
Turns out - the first thongs our eyeballs took in actually didn't belong to the glorious Coppertone lady like we thought we'd see. Twas two 40-something males - each with a pretty disgusting thong - holding hands with each other walking down the beach. - - - My father always usedta tease about this guy or that guy "not wanting to leave his buddies behind." Once my brain ripened a little - I knew he intended for that to be spelled "not wanting to leave his buddy's behind" - hehe.
He (father) also would happily sing the song "She's got freckles on her...but(t?) she's pretty" with a wink of an eye..
There's butt-ugly, butthead, showing one's ass, the butt of the joke, butting in, butting out, butting heads, Seymour Butts, Rear Admiral Butts, Billy Butts, Harry Butts, kickin butts (and takin' names)... lotta butts. Maynard has announced to me on numerous occasions "you're so ugly, you oughta shave your butt and walk backwards."
Recently a male co-worker hadta getta file out of a bottom drawer - as he knealt - uh huh, the ole plumber's butt thing popped out there.. a laid back female co-worker - arms folded - nonchalantly swung her head my way and said matterafactly "crack kills". Yes, he was em-bare-assed about that - but no, he didn't bang his head on file cabinet..
Lunchtime - 5 female co-workers and I sitting rounda round table outside - and someone, NOT ME, someone brought up the topic of anal sex. I DIDN'T SAY A WORD the entire conversation.. One by one they spoke around the table about how piggish men were - they became more and more incensed ("I told him GD, there's only one thing I use that for and what he wanted wasn't it!")- and soon ten eyeballs focused in on me with those "if looks could kill" eyes - and again, I hadn't done/said one damn thing!
Ok. This is THE END. I've got to run to the Mall. Sorry if this weren't all it was cracked up to be. I guess I could wipe it all out. Nah, I'll leave these keyboard skidmarks just in case any one may wanta read 'em. Whew, I'm kinda pooped. Happy day, bye bye now... Victurd.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood...
a beautiful day in the neighborhood...
Oh and it is... my my my have our mornings been gorgeous... Whilst I ain't in any real hurry to get real old, ie retired, how great would it be to wake up - go the the porch in the shade - read the paper - down some coffee - simply to suckup life....
6/6/6 it twas yesterday - so - of course that means this devil went gambling. Sat at a table with an 80 yr old granny - her two 20-something grand kids (one of which whose birthday it was)... a gal who happens to be black that I'd struck up a conversation with before.. and a transient group of 20-30 yr old men, all colors, origins...
Again, I hada blast... Of course, could have to do with the fact I filled up my car this morning from the winnings - and still gotta fulla pocket of Andrew Jacksons.....
I'ma runnin' late - and I can't think of anything other than - I FEEL GOOD - thanks for allowing me to wake up today - I can't wait to see my coworkers - Gracie & fam, Jersey - simply to have smiles....
We made it through 6/6/6 without incident - life is good... In keeping with the positive - if you see someone without a smile on their face - ask 'em whatinthehell is up with that?? Oh... and Rae - THANKS for your wonderful comment the other day.. Made me feel perty perky! Happy day, bye bye now... Victurd
Oh and it is... my my my have our mornings been gorgeous... Whilst I ain't in any real hurry to get real old, ie retired, how great would it be to wake up - go the the porch in the shade - read the paper - down some coffee - simply to suckup life....
6/6/6 it twas yesterday - so - of course that means this devil went gambling. Sat at a table with an 80 yr old granny - her two 20-something grand kids (one of which whose birthday it was)... a gal who happens to be black that I'd struck up a conversation with before.. and a transient group of 20-30 yr old men, all colors, origins...
Again, I hada blast... Of course, could have to do with the fact I filled up my car this morning from the winnings - and still gotta fulla pocket of Andrew Jacksons.....
I'ma runnin' late - and I can't think of anything other than - I FEEL GOOD - thanks for allowing me to wake up today - I can't wait to see my coworkers - Gracie & fam, Jersey - simply to have smiles....
We made it through 6/6/6 without incident - life is good... In keeping with the positive - if you see someone without a smile on their face - ask 'em whatinthehell is up with that?? Oh... and Rae - THANKS for your wonderful comment the other day.. Made me feel perty perky! Happy day, bye bye now... Victurd
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Testes and Ballrooms
Whirlwind - the weekend was a whirlwind... Friday night BBQ out in the country.. great weather.. summer at it's best... friends/comeraderie... two parallel games of "Washers"... the large Oak tree was the men's john after dark.. casual was the dress... musta been sixty of 'em...
Saturday.. errands... haircut... Gotta kick outta the haircut lady.. a real Customer Service type she was.. walked in..zero eye contact.. "PHONE NUMBER?".. hehe.. I resisted the urge to say "pretty good.. how are you?" - instead I rattled it off.. she punched my number in the computer.. "Victor?".. yep, that's me... "Come on back." I was ready to give her the Miss Congeniality Award for the Miss Liberty contest... up she walks to my chair.. "I'm tired." I smile in the mirror at her - and there was nowayinhell I was gonna eek out "hey lady - cheer up" when she was bearing finely sharpened scissors...
So.. I hopefully loosened her up.. shit, she kept ona cuttin'.. now I look like Whitey Herzog (very very short) and with apologies Whitey - that ain't a good thing...
Gracie had worked to set one of my friend's up with her son... blind date... ne'er seen or talked to each other... friend came to Gracies to change for the wedding.. she walked down the stairs looking gorgeous with a wholelotta cleavage appearing - and I woulda loved to have been a fly on the wall when Mr. Michael caught that first glance of her... Gracie'd been on me before to set them up - I ain't likin' that role - dating is/can be hurtful - I hate hurt - I value each - and I didn't want either to be hurt..
Soooooooooooo....... we're at the wedding.... Bride's lined at the door ready for her entrance... Gracie's younger son walks up damn near blue - literally... He was having extreme pain in the male department... so... we left Mr. Michael and friend to fend for themselves - and off to the emergency room we rode...
Younger son's BP 60/50.. shit... They sunka bottle of IV down him in record time.. preliminary thoughts were some kinda surgery - possible hernia? - ... did a sonogram... whew - no surgery.. twas an infection... testy testes... sank a bottle of painkiller and antibiotic thru the IV... four hours later - he was Ok... "Pain 1/2 of 1 ona scale of 1 ta 10"... Comfortably tucked in bed at home.. we were off the the reception... maybe to rescue Michael and friend?...
Well... by now... 4 and 1/2, maybe 5 hours had passed... a shared meal and a couplea glasses of wine had Mr. Michael and Ms. Friend very much enjoying the evening - each other - and life was good. I was accused of acting like Ms. Friend's daddy - but that's Ok, I'll take that one.. I always wanted me a daughter!
Completely uneventful evening.. oh, unless you wanted to count the shirtless guy that was dropped off at the ER earlier refusing to go in.. Dazed and confused. "we were at a party.. no one knew him.. he was laying face down in the field." Whew, sure appeared to be "on something" -- finally coaxed to walk in the ER (30 minutes, two nurses, 4 security guards later)...
Completely uneventful evening.. unless you wanted to count the wedding was at a casino ballroom.. the groom/groomsmen/other friends had taken a bottlea sumpin into the men's room.. we're gathered around it.. and twas tradition to sing a little diddie they all knew.. passing it from one to the next for a swig... and tradition had it - that it had to be empty before they all went on their way... Justabout that time onea our Bible Belt Missouri Gaming Officials hadta pee... ruh roh.. bringing liquor into a 'casino area' from the outside is a "no-no" in Missouri --- so.. they cutoff the bar in the ballroom an hour early... the restaurants downstairs were told "don't serve THOSE PEOPLE".. hehe.. but it was fun..
Completely uneventful evening.. less'n you wanted to count me talking to the little gal that usedta play HS basketball for me.. she was like a straight A student.. Ms. prim and proper... now.. some 30 yrs later I was tickled to visit with her - she's still a cutey - yet her vocabulary loosened quite well (A little help from the alcohol) -- and I didn't have enough fingers and toes combined to count the F-words she used.. Actually, I was kinda happy to learn she was closer to normal than what I'd thought...
Completely uneventful evening.. less'n you wanted to count the cops 2am banging on the door to the motel room that Gracie and I rented and handed off to all the kids... a 3am Waffle House call...
We comfortably collapsed into bed around 3:30am... I'm too old for this shit.. I can't wait to do it again... Happy day.. bye bye now, Victor
Saturday.. errands... haircut... Gotta kick outta the haircut lady.. a real Customer Service type she was.. walked in..zero eye contact.. "PHONE NUMBER?".. hehe.. I resisted the urge to say "pretty good.. how are you?" - instead I rattled it off.. she punched my number in the computer.. "Victor?".. yep, that's me... "Come on back." I was ready to give her the Miss Congeniality Award for the Miss Liberty contest... up she walks to my chair.. "I'm tired." I smile in the mirror at her - and there was nowayinhell I was gonna eek out "hey lady - cheer up" when she was bearing finely sharpened scissors...
So.. I hopefully loosened her up.. shit, she kept ona cuttin'.. now I look like Whitey Herzog (very very short) and with apologies Whitey - that ain't a good thing...
Gracie had worked to set one of my friend's up with her son... blind date... ne'er seen or talked to each other... friend came to Gracies to change for the wedding.. she walked down the stairs looking gorgeous with a wholelotta cleavage appearing - and I woulda loved to have been a fly on the wall when Mr. Michael caught that first glance of her... Gracie'd been on me before to set them up - I ain't likin' that role - dating is/can be hurtful - I hate hurt - I value each - and I didn't want either to be hurt..
Soooooooooooo....... we're at the wedding.... Bride's lined at the door ready for her entrance... Gracie's younger son walks up damn near blue - literally... He was having extreme pain in the male department... so... we left Mr. Michael and friend to fend for themselves - and off to the emergency room we rode...
Younger son's BP 60/50.. shit... They sunka bottle of IV down him in record time.. preliminary thoughts were some kinda surgery - possible hernia? - ... did a sonogram... whew - no surgery.. twas an infection... testy testes... sank a bottle of painkiller and antibiotic thru the IV... four hours later - he was Ok... "Pain 1/2 of 1 ona scale of 1 ta 10"... Comfortably tucked in bed at home.. we were off the the reception... maybe to rescue Michael and friend?...
Well... by now... 4 and 1/2, maybe 5 hours had passed... a shared meal and a couplea glasses of wine had Mr. Michael and Ms. Friend very much enjoying the evening - each other - and life was good. I was accused of acting like Ms. Friend's daddy - but that's Ok, I'll take that one.. I always wanted me a daughter!
Completely uneventful evening.. oh, unless you wanted to count the shirtless guy that was dropped off at the ER earlier refusing to go in.. Dazed and confused. "we were at a party.. no one knew him.. he was laying face down in the field." Whew, sure appeared to be "on something" -- finally coaxed to walk in the ER (30 minutes, two nurses, 4 security guards later)...
Completely uneventful evening.. unless you wanted to count the wedding was at a casino ballroom.. the groom/groomsmen/other friends had taken a bottlea sumpin into the men's room.. we're gathered around it.. and twas tradition to sing a little diddie they all knew.. passing it from one to the next for a swig... and tradition had it - that it had to be empty before they all went on their way... Justabout that time onea our Bible Belt Missouri Gaming Officials hadta pee... ruh roh.. bringing liquor into a 'casino area' from the outside is a "no-no" in Missouri --- so.. they cutoff the bar in the ballroom an hour early... the restaurants downstairs were told "don't serve THOSE PEOPLE".. hehe.. but it was fun..
Completely uneventful evening.. less'n you wanted to count me talking to the little gal that usedta play HS basketball for me.. she was like a straight A student.. Ms. prim and proper... now.. some 30 yrs later I was tickled to visit with her - she's still a cutey - yet her vocabulary loosened quite well (A little help from the alcohol) -- and I didn't have enough fingers and toes combined to count the F-words she used.. Actually, I was kinda happy to learn she was closer to normal than what I'd thought...
Completely uneventful evening.. less'n you wanted to count the cops 2am banging on the door to the motel room that Gracie and I rented and handed off to all the kids... a 3am Waffle House call...
We comfortably collapsed into bed around 3:30am... I'm too old for this shit.. I can't wait to do it again... Happy day.. bye bye now, Victor
Monday, June 05, 2006
Likeability.....
Today’s little fax times thingy we get at work talks about “likeability”.. It’s a motivational thingy… Relates likeability to sales.. “People like people who are genuine, pleasant, sincere, easy to talk with and friendly.”
Speaks of Sally Field’s acceptance speech at the ’85 Academy Awards when she won Best Actress for “Places in the Heart.” She received a standing ovation – and could barely contain herself… “You like me! You REALLY like me!”…
Dale Caregie provided a helpful hint at being more likeable when he said: “You can make more friends in two months by becoming interested in other people than you can in two years by trying to get other people interested in you.”
Shit. That rings true – and makes me wonder if blogs are simply as selfish as they can be… Do you know people who – after you’ve talked to them for 20 minutes on the phone - they haven’t learned/asked one thing about you?
Ok…… I’m asking… Are you out there? Anyone still swing by here? Tell me how your are – please update your life… Catom? Jaime? Rae? GRACIE? Cherryl? CJ? Kendra/sister/friends? Anyone else still here? I LIKE YOU.. Please gimme a synopsis of how life is… I’d loveta hear – I really would…
Happy day.. bye bye now, Victurd
Speaks of Sally Field’s acceptance speech at the ’85 Academy Awards when she won Best Actress for “Places in the Heart.” She received a standing ovation – and could barely contain herself… “You like me! You REALLY like me!”…
Dale Caregie provided a helpful hint at being more likeable when he said: “You can make more friends in two months by becoming interested in other people than you can in two years by trying to get other people interested in you.”
Shit. That rings true – and makes me wonder if blogs are simply as selfish as they can be… Do you know people who – after you’ve talked to them for 20 minutes on the phone - they haven’t learned/asked one thing about you?
Ok…… I’m asking… Are you out there? Anyone still swing by here? Tell me how your are – please update your life… Catom? Jaime? Rae? GRACIE? Cherryl? CJ? Kendra/sister/friends? Anyone else still here? I LIKE YOU.. Please gimme a synopsis of how life is… I’d loveta hear – I really would…
Happy day.. bye bye now, Victurd
Saturday, June 03, 2006
(Victor... you've been staring at the monitor for some time now..)
Yeah.. I know... Brain freeze again... Wish there was sumpin' similar to Viagra/Levitra for people who love to write... BOINGGGG.. allofasudden - CREATIVITY...
(Well what's on your brain?) Well... bedhead is above it.. nubbles from one day's beard growth below it... (haha, no for real.. whaddya thinkin' about?)... Hmmm. Going to a wedding tonight... Thinkin' about "is it possible to predict if they'll make it or not?" (Logical... and your guess?)..
Using my "dumb jock" theory.. I relate everything to sports.. I view it kinda like a basketball game - and watching the pre-game warmups.. looking left... looking right... trying to determine.. "is a win possible?" (And?).. In this case - yeah, I think it is.. They're both brighteyed, attractive, intelligent... He's laidback as hell, she works with Hospice - so ya know she's gotta great heart.. Each come from good families... yeah.. If I were a betting man (Oh God help us) I'd say yeah.. Oh, and I caught your "Oh God help us"... screw you and the mouse you rode in on...
(So ya wanna talk about marriage?)... Well.. going back to my comparing everything to sports... no... My lifetime record is 0-2, so.. I don't think I wanna talk about marriage...
(Sex? I know that's always on your mind.. wanna talk sex?).. Nah.. not into oral sex this morning.. but thanks. (Money? Howabout money?) Nope, notta great topic now either.. Oh I'm makin' decent money with the overtime I've been working.. but ka-whammy, for every action [automatic deposit] there's and equal and opposite reaction [auto bill pays].. hell... even every penny I've found in the parking lot of late is 'tails up'...
(The Royals?) NO. (Politics?) NOO. (Religion?) NOOO. (Cars?) NOOOO.. (Your house?) NOOOOO...
I guess I wanna talk about tomorrow.. (Tomorrow never comes.. because when it's tomorrow, it's actually today.) Geez TalkStein, how long'd it takeya to come up with that one? (It's true.. you can only do - today. Aha, you're worrying about tomorrow.. That it?).. I HATE WHEN YOU'RE RIGHT. Almost as bad as when that VP at work helps me out and I sit back and think "DAMMIT, why didn't I thinka that."
Yes. I worry about tomorrow.. I worry about where I'll live... I worry about the day I retire - will there be enough... Whilst I'd like to think I still got pep-in-ma-step, I worry about the day I won't... I worry I'll forget a lotta great parts to my life... (Jualah - you've got the blog).. Yeah I know - and I guess I have gone back and reread some...
I worry that all my dad's stuff is virtually gone.. (Victor, it's nature - we come, we go - and you already did two whole blogs on that and I think you maybe lost 50% of your readership when you did.) Yeah, I was sad to see that one lady stop reading too...
(So... the topic then is "worry"?) Yeah dogbreath - again you're barking up the right tree..
(Well.. you haven't asked for advice.. but) Oh shit, here we go. (You've got two great weekends coming up.. this one/the wedding, the party after.. friend comeraderie.. THE MILL coming up in two weeks.. family - a wonderful time.. why don't you just sit back and enjoy today.. not worrying about tomorrow?) This message will self-destruct in two minutes.. as in... you won't be able to read how dead-on you are... I think I'll do that.. I think I'll just have a good time today... and let tomorrow work itself out..
I mean, why worry about the what it'll feel like the day I pee my pants and forget my name if I won't know who I am? (And you REALLY got an 'A' in Logic class at Jewell?).. Yes TalkStein, I did.. now keep your hand off my mouse or I'll take a screwdriver to the 'parentheses' key never to smell your breath again. (You always were a control freak weren't you?).. THAT DID IT.. WHAR'S MY FRIGGIN TOOLBOX...
May your tomorrows be formed by how you live today... I really really try to remind myself to enjoy today - for I might not have tomorrow... Please know I love you today... Happy today.. bye bye now, Victurd
(Well what's on your brain?) Well... bedhead is above it.. nubbles from one day's beard growth below it... (haha, no for real.. whaddya thinkin' about?)... Hmmm. Going to a wedding tonight... Thinkin' about "is it possible to predict if they'll make it or not?" (Logical... and your guess?)..
Using my "dumb jock" theory.. I relate everything to sports.. I view it kinda like a basketball game - and watching the pre-game warmups.. looking left... looking right... trying to determine.. "is a win possible?" (And?).. In this case - yeah, I think it is.. They're both brighteyed, attractive, intelligent... He's laidback as hell, she works with Hospice - so ya know she's gotta great heart.. Each come from good families... yeah.. If I were a betting man (Oh God help us) I'd say yeah.. Oh, and I caught your "Oh God help us"... screw you and the mouse you rode in on...
(So ya wanna talk about marriage?)... Well.. going back to my comparing everything to sports... no... My lifetime record is 0-2, so.. I don't think I wanna talk about marriage...
(Sex? I know that's always on your mind.. wanna talk sex?).. Nah.. not into oral sex this morning.. but thanks. (Money? Howabout money?) Nope, notta great topic now either.. Oh I'm makin' decent money with the overtime I've been working.. but ka-whammy, for every action [automatic deposit] there's and equal and opposite reaction [auto bill pays].. hell... even every penny I've found in the parking lot of late is 'tails up'...
(The Royals?) NO. (Politics?) NOO. (Religion?) NOOO. (Cars?) NOOOO.. (Your house?) NOOOOO...
I guess I wanna talk about tomorrow.. (Tomorrow never comes.. because when it's tomorrow, it's actually today.) Geez TalkStein, how long'd it takeya to come up with that one? (It's true.. you can only do - today. Aha, you're worrying about tomorrow.. That it?).. I HATE WHEN YOU'RE RIGHT. Almost as bad as when that VP at work helps me out and I sit back and think "DAMMIT, why didn't I thinka that."
Yes. I worry about tomorrow.. I worry about where I'll live... I worry about the day I retire - will there be enough... Whilst I'd like to think I still got pep-in-ma-step, I worry about the day I won't... I worry I'll forget a lotta great parts to my life... (Jualah - you've got the blog).. Yeah I know - and I guess I have gone back and reread some...
I worry that all my dad's stuff is virtually gone.. (Victor, it's nature - we come, we go - and you already did two whole blogs on that and I think you maybe lost 50% of your readership when you did.) Yeah, I was sad to see that one lady stop reading too...
(So... the topic then is "worry"?) Yeah dogbreath - again you're barking up the right tree..
(Well.. you haven't asked for advice.. but) Oh shit, here we go. (You've got two great weekends coming up.. this one/the wedding, the party after.. friend comeraderie.. THE MILL coming up in two weeks.. family - a wonderful time.. why don't you just sit back and enjoy today.. not worrying about tomorrow?) This message will self-destruct in two minutes.. as in... you won't be able to read how dead-on you are... I think I'll do that.. I think I'll just have a good time today... and let tomorrow work itself out..
I mean, why worry about the what it'll feel like the day I pee my pants and forget my name if I won't know who I am? (And you REALLY got an 'A' in Logic class at Jewell?).. Yes TalkStein, I did.. now keep your hand off my mouse or I'll take a screwdriver to the 'parentheses' key never to smell your breath again. (You always were a control freak weren't you?).. THAT DID IT.. WHAR'S MY FRIGGIN TOOLBOX...
May your tomorrows be formed by how you live today... I really really try to remind myself to enjoy today - for I might not have tomorrow... Please know I love you today... Happy today.. bye bye now, Victurd
Friday, June 02, 2006
Piglets
Seen ole Rod Stewart became a pappy again at age 61... Makes me feel a little better about the time Maynard came home after a PTA meeting and said "Dad... you're the oldest dad in first grade." Hehe. I'm a wonderin' - first time Rod's toddler uses Crayola to adorn onea his platinum albums if he'll be thinkin' "Maggie I wish I'd never - seen your face."
Back in 2005, Romanian Adriana Iliescu gave birth to a little girl at age 66. Huh? Yeah, 66. Holy guacamole.
But wait... "Recently, a 78-year-old woman in Hunan Province discovered that she was pregnant. She had heard a noise in her abdomen and her abdomen became bigger over time. An OBGYN doctor confirmed that she was six months pregnant. If she gives birth to the baby as expected, she will become the world's oldest woman to ever to give birth."
Aye yai yai... These sonofaguns are gathering sticks to prepare their nest - yet I, at age 53, have my soccer cleats on - pushing like hell.. "OUT!!! OUT DAMMIT! GET OUTTA MY NEST!"...
PLEASE don't tell Art Linkletter - I've unintentionally rearranged my feelings about snotnoses. First off - I was a kid.. so of course I loved kids... Then - I wanted to be a coach - to work with kids... and whilst at that - I thought I might as well major in PE so I could be around termites even more.
So I did that... and I did that.. and I loved it... and it kept me young - or so I thought... Their bright eyed "God I love this world" enthusiasm rubbed off - and I truly couldn't wait for the alarm clock to go off - and run with the young'ns...
Then I became a pa. A real pa. I take this moment to apologize to any of you out there I forced to watch seven hours of video of Maynard on his trike. I loved being his and Denton's (stepson) bud.. pal... companion... playmate.. runnin' bud..
At age 40 I spent literally hours on end standing up 472 plastic Army guys - then waged battle against Maynard. '"Less'n I'd had a bad day at the office - Maynard always had more standing after our war...
I coached him, his friends until they got to the age of that 'tude'... as in attitude.. then it tweren't fun... well, the games were fun.. it was just hard figurin' 'em out.
Fast forward to today and my size 36 inch waist screaming to become 38. Shhhhh. Quiet please. I don't do backflips over little ones any more. Oh sure I think they're cute.. Oh sure I love their enthusiasm - their want to learn. But each and every time I meet onea them critters face to face it's like "GD I'm glad u ain't mine. I'ma thinkin' mosta the time I'd keep ya chained up in the SUV out front." Ok, maybe not that bad - but I promise I'd ask a shrink "what the hell is wrong with me to want a kid at Rod's age... Adriana's age... that Hunan lady's age.. "HELP ME, HELP ME.. I CAN'T FIND MY BABY." Amber alert? Hell's no.. "Ahm, excuse me Ms.Hunan.. ya ain't HAD the baby yet." Do they have swingsets at the Shady Lane Rest Home? Can relatives play Bingo too? Diaper exchanges for Christmas? Motorized toy wheelchairs?
I'm sorry kids. I really do like kids. Kids are like beer in some ways - cause my favorite kinda beer is "other people's" (And I'm talking KIDS, not Maynard.) So when I'm confronted with little Johnny and his gorgeous hazel eyes.. or Tricia and her fancy ruffled dress... I'll smile... but inside I'll be singing "nanny nanny boo boo I don't have to raise you."
Again, borrowing from Cowboy Bob shortly after he'd finished his snotnose radio show - thinking he had the mike off: "There... that oughta please the little bastards." Bob, I know just how you feel. Happy day, bye bye now. Victor
Back in 2005, Romanian Adriana Iliescu gave birth to a little girl at age 66. Huh? Yeah, 66. Holy guacamole.
But wait... "Recently, a 78-year-old woman in Hunan Province discovered that she was pregnant. She had heard a noise in her abdomen and her abdomen became bigger over time. An OBGYN doctor confirmed that she was six months pregnant. If she gives birth to the baby as expected, she will become the world's oldest woman to ever to give birth."
Aye yai yai... These sonofaguns are gathering sticks to prepare their nest - yet I, at age 53, have my soccer cleats on - pushing like hell.. "OUT!!! OUT DAMMIT! GET OUTTA MY NEST!"...
PLEASE don't tell Art Linkletter - I've unintentionally rearranged my feelings about snotnoses. First off - I was a kid.. so of course I loved kids... Then - I wanted to be a coach - to work with kids... and whilst at that - I thought I might as well major in PE so I could be around termites even more.
So I did that... and I did that.. and I loved it... and it kept me young - or so I thought... Their bright eyed "God I love this world" enthusiasm rubbed off - and I truly couldn't wait for the alarm clock to go off - and run with the young'ns...
Then I became a pa. A real pa. I take this moment to apologize to any of you out there I forced to watch seven hours of video of Maynard on his trike. I loved being his and Denton's (stepson) bud.. pal... companion... playmate.. runnin' bud..
At age 40 I spent literally hours on end standing up 472 plastic Army guys - then waged battle against Maynard. '"Less'n I'd had a bad day at the office - Maynard always had more standing after our war...
I coached him, his friends until they got to the age of that 'tude'... as in attitude.. then it tweren't fun... well, the games were fun.. it was just hard figurin' 'em out.
Fast forward to today and my size 36 inch waist screaming to become 38. Shhhhh. Quiet please. I don't do backflips over little ones any more. Oh sure I think they're cute.. Oh sure I love their enthusiasm - their want to learn. But each and every time I meet onea them critters face to face it's like "GD I'm glad u ain't mine. I'ma thinkin' mosta the time I'd keep ya chained up in the SUV out front." Ok, maybe not that bad - but I promise I'd ask a shrink "what the hell is wrong with me to want a kid at Rod's age... Adriana's age... that Hunan lady's age.. "HELP ME, HELP ME.. I CAN'T FIND MY BABY." Amber alert? Hell's no.. "Ahm, excuse me Ms.Hunan.. ya ain't HAD the baby yet." Do they have swingsets at the Shady Lane Rest Home? Can relatives play Bingo too? Diaper exchanges for Christmas? Motorized toy wheelchairs?
I'm sorry kids. I really do like kids. Kids are like beer in some ways - cause my favorite kinda beer is "other people's" (And I'm talking KIDS, not Maynard.) So when I'm confronted with little Johnny and his gorgeous hazel eyes.. or Tricia and her fancy ruffled dress... I'll smile... but inside I'll be singing "nanny nanny boo boo I don't have to raise you."
Again, borrowing from Cowboy Bob shortly after he'd finished his snotnose radio show - thinking he had the mike off: "There... that oughta please the little bastards." Bob, I know just how you feel. Happy day, bye bye now. Victor
Thursday, June 01, 2006
To be or not to be.......
I notice the local paper now has a blog... A recent stabbing in the Midtown of our fine Metropolis touched off a virtually never ending verbal battle between bloggers from JOCO (one of the wealthiest counties in the US - just over the KS side) and Kansas Citians (fairly typical large city - mostly lower social economic residents)...
"What do you expect from a place like the point, or any other dump in Missouri, mid-town is a complete disgrace filled with trash, everyday something happens, I am dead serious, KCMO is a freaking wreck., All the way from downtown, past bannister mall."
Oh boy... the entries started a flyin:
"Because profanity is not allowed on this blog I will just say that if you don't like it here ... then get out." ATTA GIRL! You tell em baby!
"Frankly, I strongly agree with David. Jackson County -- KC, Raytown , and western Independence are becoming ghettos." WATCH IT BUSTER... I bet ura Jayhawk fan ain't ya?
"As far as I am concerned, Johnson County is at the top of my "Places most detached from reality" list. I live downtown and would not move to JC if you bought my off-white house for me, gave me a minivan and a Volvo, and even through in a $500 shopping spree at Bed, Bath, and Beyond. Sometimes I sit and ponder how many Brads, Chads, Laurens, Abbey (Abbie and Abby too), and Chips I would have to meet before I puked. My guess around 12, give or take a Jon." HOLY SHIT - This is gettin' GOOD!
"I am very tired of all the judgmentalism that goes on in this town, and everywhere else. I live in Johnson Country and I love KCMO too. I go to Midtown all the time and have wonderful experiences. There is a lot of creativity and energy there. I love the diversity I see too. Both Johnson County and KCMO have good and bad points. Why does it need to be a competition?" BECAUSE GD... I'm trying to have a blog here and you - you Pollyanna - wish your washy way outta here! (--> to the tune of Dueling Banjo's: doo doo doo do do do do do do, da dah dah duh da duh dah dahhhh)
"yeah, yeah, yeah, the energy, the creativity of mid-town. puuuhllllease.. i am referring to the massive amt of crime, and general state of chaos in KCMO. watch the news"
"You do realize that the KCMO School District is only 1 of 14 school districts that serve Kansas City, MO, don't you? And that some of those other 13 districts are better than most you'll find in JoCo?"
"These comments about JoCo inhabitants are really offensive. I'm not from this area originally, but I don't see why it is that since I choose to live in JoCo, I'm viewed as being racist, or self-centered, or a non-advocate for diversity."
Twas interesting to read the banter... and a fairly good mixture of idiots, snobs, even those that try to be constructive, positive - from both "teams".
The end result - agreed to disagree... respect other's rights to live where they want.. shop/dine where they want... and shutthehell up if you don't like some place/someone.
ME? KCMO or JOCO? If I had a choice, where would I live? Hmmmm. What's Elisabeth Shue's address? Hehe... Neither. Admittedly, if I lived in KCMO I would nervously smoke more cigarettes than I do now. Yes, I'd be scared. I KNOW every area ain't like that - but it is a real and valid consideration. Sad that 2% of folks ruin it for all...
Not no but hell's no I wouldn't live in JOCO. (Catom - don't slug me.) You can have the hustle-bustle of Metcalf.. Somehow my '93 Taurus checkenginelightbumperfallingoff - Iain'tgotparkanymore just wouldn't fit there. For my own person - it's simply too fast paced. Reverse discrimination? Eh mebbe. Too bad a small percent of snobs spoil it for all.
I understand there are wonderful areas of each - and wonderful people as well.
Really where would I like to live? I can see me with some overalls... maybe no shirt - 'pending on how my albino-like skin tenders up... a packa maybe 3-4 dogs.. a few barn cats... a hill with which to walk down so I can do so and not be able to see a sole on the planet... a ranch with 2 bedrooms... (one would actually suffice but I think Maynard is gonna be a "free agent" a hair longer)... gravel driveway... where I can walks and gets the morning paper in ma undies. (They be MU undies BTW.)...
Silence... that's where I'd like to live... The only audible sounds would be nature's sounds... Hello darkness, my old friend - I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping -Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain - Still remains
Within the sound of silence
Whispering --> happy day now... bye bye, victurd.
"What do you expect from a place like the point, or any other dump in Missouri, mid-town is a complete disgrace filled with trash, everyday something happens, I am dead serious, KCMO is a freaking wreck., All the way from downtown, past bannister mall."
Oh boy... the entries started a flyin:
"Because profanity is not allowed on this blog I will just say that if you don't like it here ... then get out." ATTA GIRL! You tell em baby!
"Frankly, I strongly agree with David. Jackson County -- KC, Raytown , and western Independence are becoming ghettos." WATCH IT BUSTER... I bet ura Jayhawk fan ain't ya?
"As far as I am concerned, Johnson County is at the top of my "Places most detached from reality" list. I live downtown and would not move to JC if you bought my off-white house for me, gave me a minivan and a Volvo, and even through in a $500 shopping spree at Bed, Bath, and Beyond. Sometimes I sit and ponder how many Brads, Chads, Laurens, Abbey (Abbie and Abby too), and Chips I would have to meet before I puked. My guess around 12, give or take a Jon." HOLY SHIT - This is gettin' GOOD!
"I am very tired of all the judgmentalism that goes on in this town, and everywhere else. I live in Johnson Country and I love KCMO too. I go to Midtown all the time and have wonderful experiences. There is a lot of creativity and energy there. I love the diversity I see too. Both Johnson County and KCMO have good and bad points. Why does it need to be a competition?" BECAUSE GD... I'm trying to have a blog here and you - you Pollyanna - wish your washy way outta here! (--> to the tune of Dueling Banjo's: doo doo doo do do do do do do, da dah dah duh da duh dah dahhhh)
"yeah, yeah, yeah, the energy, the creativity of mid-town. puuuhllllease.. i am referring to the massive amt of crime, and general state of chaos in KCMO. watch the news"
"You do realize that the KCMO School District is only 1 of 14 school districts that serve Kansas City, MO, don't you? And that some of those other 13 districts are better than most you'll find in JoCo?"
"These comments about JoCo inhabitants are really offensive. I'm not from this area originally, but I don't see why it is that since I choose to live in JoCo, I'm viewed as being racist, or self-centered, or a non-advocate for diversity."
Twas interesting to read the banter... and a fairly good mixture of idiots, snobs, even those that try to be constructive, positive - from both "teams".
The end result - agreed to disagree... respect other's rights to live where they want.. shop/dine where they want... and shutthehell up if you don't like some place/someone.
ME? KCMO or JOCO? If I had a choice, where would I live? Hmmmm. What's Elisabeth Shue's address? Hehe... Neither. Admittedly, if I lived in KCMO I would nervously smoke more cigarettes than I do now. Yes, I'd be scared. I KNOW every area ain't like that - but it is a real and valid consideration. Sad that 2% of folks ruin it for all...
Not no but hell's no I wouldn't live in JOCO. (Catom - don't slug me.) You can have the hustle-bustle of Metcalf.. Somehow my '93 Taurus checkenginelightbumperfallingoff - Iain'tgotparkanymore just wouldn't fit there. For my own person - it's simply too fast paced. Reverse discrimination? Eh mebbe. Too bad a small percent of snobs spoil it for all.
I understand there are wonderful areas of each - and wonderful people as well.
Really where would I like to live? I can see me with some overalls... maybe no shirt - 'pending on how my albino-like skin tenders up... a packa maybe 3-4 dogs.. a few barn cats... a hill with which to walk down so I can do so and not be able to see a sole on the planet... a ranch with 2 bedrooms... (one would actually suffice but I think Maynard is gonna be a "free agent" a hair longer)... gravel driveway... where I can walks and gets the morning paper in ma undies. (They be MU undies BTW.)...
Silence... that's where I'd like to live... The only audible sounds would be nature's sounds... Hello darkness, my old friend - I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping -Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain - Still remains
Within the sound of silence
Whispering --> happy day now... bye bye, victurd.
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