Dayum cold. Sumbitch happens every winter. On the phone with company in Houston, TX. Bitching about temps in fitties. Reckon it’s where u are and what ur used to.
Life/MU fan. Ups/downs. Kinda like the average boxer – every once in awhile get some good licks in – then whammo, flat on the canvas.
Death. Our company surrounded by death this week. One’s mother.. a sister… an aunt.. Every moment our eyes are open is special.
Dating. Wonderful and frustrating. Whointhehell is Murphy, and why did he have to makeup that law?
Time. Too fast… not fast enough. Hurry up Spring. It’s my birthday? Again? Already?.. Gosh I had fun last night. Man this house needs a good cleanin’.
Too many fish in the sea.. Plenty of fish.. Reminded of many outings without even a GD nibble. Or “eww, caught one.. now whatinthehell do I do?”…
Layoffs. No overtime. Hiring freezes. Gas creeping back up. Outta business. Bailouts. Not fun times. Bad with the good. Economics. Lifeonomics. Roller coaster.
Happy, what’s happy Victor? U need to spiff this damn thing up…..
Ok… Spring training is around the corner. Puxatony is soon. The robins are packing their bags down South.. It will be mad in March.. Days are growing longer.. Temps will gradually elevate.. Highs higher, lows higher. I might even be able to use my shovel in the yard soon. Gladys Kravats and the City will see to that.
With cold comes warm. With bitching hangs praising. Births happen. Sometimes time does go slow – those moments, times we have great appreciation for. Some dates work. Some businesses even grow in the down economy.
We can be happy in trying times… Whether the ref is raising our hand in victory – or counting us off to ten.. life… it ain’t bad.
The little turds of today – their salutations have transcended from “Good morning, how are you” to “Sup?”.. With “Hello”, “Hi”, “Morning!” “What’s up” somewhere inbetween. Insteada thoughts turning to “u goofy GD gangsta, talk right”… mebbe we should think – hey, they just wanna know what is UP. So mebbe it’s a positive kinda thing. Perhaps their sagging offsets we older gents and the higher our beltlines get over the years. Up/down.
Life. Interesting word. There’s “if” in it. If only we choose. Yeah, I know. There’s lie in there too. File. Elf. I think I’ll pick ‘if’. If only. If the robins would get here. If gas would go down. If “she” would happen. If MU would get it all together. If this new Chief’s coach.. If Puxatony. If is in spiffy too. If only we’d see up (too). Sup? Anything?
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