Overwhelmed - by it all. Of course by her, Aubrie - but you folks, your comments/'likes' as well. I am so very lucky to have met and befriended so many in my lifetime - each of you that commented please know I'm thankful, my son is thankful, and Aubrie's mommy Mika is thankful.
Any birth is a miracle - but when it's your own child, grandchild - there's awe/amazement. Of course every feature they have is remarkably beautiful. Each and every coo, whimper, stretch brings smiles, a 'good feel'.
Mortality comes to mind. I mean let's be for real, math tells me I'm 58, she's just now born - how many years will I get to be with her? Come on Aubrie, grandpa's ready to play catch, go to the park and play on the slides and swings...Is it too soon to buy a trike? I can't wait for your school play.. Your Brownie banquet.. Your first Junior High basketball game (she's gonna be a point guard, I can feel it!).. Ready to help you search for your first car. NO don't date that guy, he's probably got ulterior motives!
Yes, I concur with your thoughts: "grandkids make life GRAND." "Nothing better than a granddaughter." "Nothing better than a grandchild!".. "Grandkids are the BEST".. "Babies are God's way of saying "The world shall go on." "Babies are such a gift" (And yes, humbling).. "Take a good look at her little finger - you are already being wrapped around it!". "Thank God for new life!" "The real fun begins!" "How awesome".. "Grandkids are such fun".. "Grandpa (or Grandma) is such a wonderful prefix to your name!".. "Blessed." "Nothing like the touch/smell or sweet innocence of a new baby." (And that's just a few of what you said - and again, VERY thankful for each and every one of you)
One asked origin of names... Aubrie, I think mommy's favorite. Rose, was my son's grandmother (his mom's mom... also onea my favorite people ever).. , Renee is "mom's mom"/grandma. Schultze? I know nothing!
Ok, I've rambled - but again, simply want you to know how all of our family is thankful for your kind words about Aubrie. I gotta go now. You guessed it! To the Hospital to hold her!
(Those who happen to trip by my blog occasionally probably already know I LOVE the word love. I don't think it can be winged enough.)
Love ya, Victor
(Schwabby, with apologies to Ryan and Ali and the "love means never having to say...." I'm sorry, but Aubrie asked me if it'd be Ok if she skipped getting the Chickenhawk outfit." Sorry! (but loveya).. She's MIZ-ZOU born and bred my friend!)
Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
I resolve... for 2011...
To compile of list of very nifty, healthy, happy things for "change", "improvement", "best year yet"... Will puff chest out for January 1st thru, oh, say the 10th.. and then... like years past, will probably not be able to find the list come the first of March... will demonstrate s'more avoidance behavior. "I will (do that), but just not right now"... and still, through it all, somehow be able to 'stomach' me thru until the time I do same for 2012, the Good Lord willing.
I resolve to "stop time" the very first time I wrap my arms around one Ms. Aubrie Schultze (wheneverintheheck she decides to 'come out', due any day) and I just know, it will be as euphoric as the moment/feel/adulation 25+ years ago (as we left the C-Section, operating room thingy) and the nurse said "Mr. Schultze, would you like to carry your son down to the nursery?"
I resolve to put money aside every paycheck (ROF LOL) for: a nicer car, my 401K, a new roof, money for eye doctor to see whatsup with these "floaters" I see with my right eye, and, my emergency fund. (Made it thru Cub Scouts, never got to the "Be Prepared" Boy Scout thingy.)
Stop smoking. Fer sure. Uh huh. Yep. Prolly. Mebbe. One day. Hell, I've got 364 days to procrastinate. Let's see.... 364 times 35 per day.. that's... eh, nevermind.
Start working out again. I think I can I think I can. Drop fitteen pounds. Comfy again in the jeans. Two belt notches down. Chest almost as wide (in side view) as belly. I HAVE GOT to simply think: THERE'S WOMEN THERE IN SPANDEX. That'll get me there. Worked last time!
Less frequent trips to "my hideout".. you know.. the place where, when I pull in the parking lot, by the time I walk in the front door, my flavor of refreshment is already sitting on the counter... Hopefully, if I don't lose this list - by say, June, I'll hear "now what kinda beer was it you drink again, and what was your first name?"...
Keep up with the "Invoice Box" at work, keeping it virtually empty, daily (HEEEEE HEEEE HAAAAA HAAAA.. that's a REAL knee slapper!)
Use the word love, lots, and not be ashamed or afraid to do so. In using it, everyone must realize it doesn't mean ulterior "oh baby, oh baby" motives, it means "you shit you, I am SO glad to know you, love you, have you in my life. You spice it up - and for that I'm thankful." Toss it frequently to family, friends, coworkers.
Do laundry every weekend insteada every other. Brb, going to scroll up and add "put money aside for Laundromat" in the "put money aside every paycheck" thingy.
"Catch" friends, coworkers, loved ones, doing good - and letting them know I saw.
Get the heater-blower-motor thingy on my 1997 Buick Lasabre fixed. Makes me a real "chick magnet" should I ever date again in one of these KC winters. "Here, I have this little plug-in-the-lighter heater thingy, you can put it on your lap and stay warm."
Find that lifelong mate, to have, to hold, to cherish... until the day comes she too (like #1 and #2) chews me up and spits me out. It's all good. HaSnT aFfEcTeD mE.
Buy tickets when Brewers come to town and Boo Zack ("I don't wanna be here") Greinke when he pitches.
Attend as many Pittsburg State Gorilla football games as I can. My 'great' great-nephew is gonna rough some folks up next year from his linebacker spot!
Plug my DVD player in. (Nope, ain't yet.) Frequent Redbox. The Blind Side. (Has nothing to do with infatuation for Sandra Bullock.)
Find a new car insurance company (too damned high) a new Internet Provider (this one rediculou$) a cheaper cell phone (I don't need unlimited everything)..
Mebbe get another cat. Would love a hound too, but just not home enough to do justice.
Check for stray ear hairs weekly insteada bi-weekly.
Continue having fun. Laughing. Loving life. Writing. Camaraderie with buddies. Make fun of folks at work when they "earn it".
I resolve to make 2011 THE best year'a my life. Printing now. Ok, let's see. Aha. The bookshelf. I'll just stick it in this book... the 2nd row, 5th one over from the left. I won't forget that.... will I?
Love, Victurd.
I resolve to "stop time" the very first time I wrap my arms around one Ms. Aubrie Schultze (wheneverintheheck she decides to 'come out', due any day) and I just know, it will be as euphoric as the moment/feel/adulation 25+ years ago (as we left the C-Section, operating room thingy) and the nurse said "Mr. Schultze, would you like to carry your son down to the nursery?"
I resolve to put money aside every paycheck (ROF LOL) for: a nicer car, my 401K, a new roof, money for eye doctor to see whatsup with these "floaters" I see with my right eye, and, my emergency fund. (Made it thru Cub Scouts, never got to the "Be Prepared" Boy Scout thingy.)
Stop smoking. Fer sure. Uh huh. Yep. Prolly. Mebbe. One day. Hell, I've got 364 days to procrastinate. Let's see.... 364 times 35 per day.. that's... eh, nevermind.
Start working out again. I think I can I think I can. Drop fitteen pounds. Comfy again in the jeans. Two belt notches down. Chest almost as wide (in side view) as belly. I HAVE GOT to simply think: THERE'S WOMEN THERE IN SPANDEX. That'll get me there. Worked last time!
Less frequent trips to "my hideout".. you know.. the place where, when I pull in the parking lot, by the time I walk in the front door, my flavor of refreshment is already sitting on the counter... Hopefully, if I don't lose this list - by say, June, I'll hear "now what kinda beer was it you drink again, and what was your first name?"...
Keep up with the "Invoice Box" at work, keeping it virtually empty, daily (HEEEEE HEEEE HAAAAA HAAAA.. that's a REAL knee slapper!)
Use the word love, lots, and not be ashamed or afraid to do so. In using it, everyone must realize it doesn't mean ulterior "oh baby, oh baby" motives, it means "you shit you, I am SO glad to know you, love you, have you in my life. You spice it up - and for that I'm thankful." Toss it frequently to family, friends, coworkers.
Do laundry every weekend insteada every other. Brb, going to scroll up and add "put money aside for Laundromat" in the "put money aside every paycheck" thingy.
"Catch" friends, coworkers, loved ones, doing good - and letting them know I saw.
Get the heater-blower-motor thingy on my 1997 Buick Lasabre fixed. Makes me a real "chick magnet" should I ever date again in one of these KC winters. "Here, I have this little plug-in-the-lighter heater thingy, you can put it on your lap and stay warm."
Find that lifelong mate, to have, to hold, to cherish... until the day comes she too (like #1 and #2) chews me up and spits me out. It's all good. HaSnT aFfEcTeD mE.
Buy tickets when Brewers come to town and Boo Zack ("I don't wanna be here") Greinke when he pitches.
Attend as many Pittsburg State Gorilla football games as I can. My 'great' great-nephew is gonna rough some folks up next year from his linebacker spot!
Plug my DVD player in. (Nope, ain't yet.) Frequent Redbox. The Blind Side. (Has nothing to do with infatuation for Sandra Bullock.)
Find a new car insurance company (too damned high) a new Internet Provider (this one rediculou$) a cheaper cell phone (I don't need unlimited everything)..
Mebbe get another cat. Would love a hound too, but just not home enough to do justice.
Check for stray ear hairs weekly insteada bi-weekly.
Continue having fun. Laughing. Loving life. Writing. Camaraderie with buddies. Make fun of folks at work when they "earn it".
I resolve to make 2011 THE best year'a my life. Printing now. Ok, let's see. Aha. The bookshelf. I'll just stick it in this book... the 2nd row, 5th one over from the left. I won't forget that.... will I?
Love, Victurd.
Monday, December 27, 2010
2010, again...
January 12... The Haitian Earthquake devastated the island of Haiti with a 7.0 magnitude that shook the nation to its core.
In a few hours, the Port Au Prince capital was dilapidated and more than a million people became homeless; an estimated 230,000 died in the disaster.
Sacred buildings were reduced to rubble, and a lack of resources affected the population’s health, contributing to a massive outbreak of Cholera.
Humanitarian aid began flowing into the country within hours of the quake, however it was not enough to prevent rioting in the economically ravaged nation and the country has a long road ahead to restoration.
January 17 Liberty, Missouri man exits the Community Center after nice workout. Will be final exit there in the year 2010 in spite of the fact he still drives by it nightly en route home from work, and still forks over $23 per month to maintain active status. "One day I'll go back." Uh huh, sure.
February 19.. It all started when Tiger’s SUV crashed into a tree near his Orlando home. After word of Tiger Woods cheating on his wife Elin Nordegren broke in November of 2009, his wholesome image came tumbling down. Woods went into hiding and the public didn’t hear from him for months, until he made his public apology in February of 2010, a press conference that his estranged wife did not attend.
"I know I have bitterly disappointed all of you," Woods said. "For all that I have done, I am so sorry.”
February.. mighta been March.. mebbe even April.. Old fart from Liberty, Missouri joins Facebook begrudgingly... learns.. "wow... pretty cool.. I can see/visit, diss even, family, coworkers, fraternity brothers, HS classmates, former coworkers.. nice!"
April 20... an offshore floating oil rig exploded, killing 11 workers. The explosion sparked a three month oil leak that reached the shores in Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama and Florida. The spill effected wild life, killing sea creatures and spurred animal rescue missions to clean birds and other animals that were covered in oil.
Many industries including seafood restaurants, hotel tourism and others lost business because of the fear associated with the oil spill and contamination in food supply. The leak was not stopped until July 15, and studies on the effect of the oil spill are ongoing.
April 23rd.. On April 23, despite disapproval from the White House, Arizona Governor Jan Brewer signed SB 1070, a largely controversial immigration law, requiring police officers to detain people they suspect are in the country illegally, and makes it a misdemeanor crime to not carry immigration papers.
The law drew criticism from the Hispanic community, saying that this method encouraged racial profiling. Governor Brewer claimed the federal government had waited too long for immigration reform.
July 30-31.. A hunnerd some localites, ages fitty-seven to fitty-nine gather for camaraderie, cheers, war stories. I actually hate the ones that haven't changed in looks the last forty years. jk... kinda.
August 7.... Aug 7, 33 miners were reported missing in a Chilean mine collapse.
August 9, JetBlue flight attendant Steven Slater was so frustrated, he literally jumped ship, quitting his job by jumping out of a flying plane.
Slater reportedly got on the public address system, claimed he had just been called an obscenity by a passenger, grabbed two beers, and deployed the emergency shoot.
He was arrested at his Queens home hours later. Slater avoided jail by coming to a plea deal in October.
August 14th.. some old fart guy playing in a Liberty Old Man's softball league strikes out for the first time in 37 years of playing slowpitch. He's GOT to give that crap up.
October 13...October 13, after nearly 70 days trapped below the earth in a Chilean mine, all 33 miners were rescued through a tiny capsule taken like an elevator up a narrow shaft.
All 33 were deemed in good condition, one man got treated for pneumonia. The miners became instant celebrities. A publishing house plans to print their story and a movie may be in the works.
November: Rhode Island elects first openly gay Congressman David Cicilline
December 25... Santa comes.. Gotta see both nieces.. of course son, gf.. 11:30pm drive to Hospital with them turned up only Braxton Hicks. Wasn't looking for "him", was looking for Aubrie Schultze.
Entertainment goodies: Kathyrn Bigelow breaks a barrier - first woman to win Oscar for Best Director.. As The World Turns stopped turning after 54 years.. "Lost" ends.. "Twilight: Eclipse" grosses $693 million.. Heidi Montag, after 10 plastic surgeries, says "huh uh, no more... "I wish I could jump into a time machine and take it all back. Instead, I'm always going to feel like Edward Scissorhands." John Lennon now gone 30 years, wow. The whole Jay Leno/Conan O'Brien flip flop switch network return thingy...
Winner winner chicken dinner: Los Angeles Lakers, New Orleans Saints, San Francisco Giants, Alabama Crimson Tide, Duke Blue Devils,
Geek firsts... First truly synthetic organism created.. 3D TV... First commercially available Jet Pack.. Space tourism... iPad... Solar powered spacecraft... Justin Bieber..
We lost: Sparky Anderson, Manute Bol, Tom Bosley, Jill Clayburgh, Gary Coleman, Robert Culp, Tony Curtis, Elizabeth Edwards, Alexander Haig, Corey Haim, Dennis Hopper, Lena Horne, Rue McLanahan, Patricia Neal, Leslie Nielsen, Merlin Olsen, Fess Parker, Elizabeth Post, Lynn Redgrave, JD Salinger, Erich Segal, George Steinbrenner, Bobby Thompson, Stewart Udall, John Wooden.. and sadly, many, many more.
In closing... to simply "be here" at the end of another year is a very good thing. Joe Namath usedta say "I can't wait for tomorrow, cause I get better looking every day." Nomme. "I can't wait for tomorrow, 'cause IT gets better looking every day, and I'm more appreciative of each and every calendar spin. Love, Victurd.
In a few hours, the Port Au Prince capital was dilapidated and more than a million people became homeless; an estimated 230,000 died in the disaster.
Sacred buildings were reduced to rubble, and a lack of resources affected the population’s health, contributing to a massive outbreak of Cholera.
Humanitarian aid began flowing into the country within hours of the quake, however it was not enough to prevent rioting in the economically ravaged nation and the country has a long road ahead to restoration.
January 17 Liberty, Missouri man exits the Community Center after nice workout. Will be final exit there in the year 2010 in spite of the fact he still drives by it nightly en route home from work, and still forks over $23 per month to maintain active status. "One day I'll go back." Uh huh, sure.
February 19.. It all started when Tiger’s SUV crashed into a tree near his Orlando home. After word of Tiger Woods cheating on his wife Elin Nordegren broke in November of 2009, his wholesome image came tumbling down. Woods went into hiding and the public didn’t hear from him for months, until he made his public apology in February of 2010, a press conference that his estranged wife did not attend.
"I know I have bitterly disappointed all of you," Woods said. "For all that I have done, I am so sorry.”
February.. mighta been March.. mebbe even April.. Old fart from Liberty, Missouri joins Facebook begrudgingly... learns.. "wow... pretty cool.. I can see/visit, diss even, family, coworkers, fraternity brothers, HS classmates, former coworkers.. nice!"
April 20... an offshore floating oil rig exploded, killing 11 workers. The explosion sparked a three month oil leak that reached the shores in Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama and Florida. The spill effected wild life, killing sea creatures and spurred animal rescue missions to clean birds and other animals that were covered in oil.
Many industries including seafood restaurants, hotel tourism and others lost business because of the fear associated with the oil spill and contamination in food supply. The leak was not stopped until July 15, and studies on the effect of the oil spill are ongoing.
April 23rd.. On April 23, despite disapproval from the White House, Arizona Governor Jan Brewer signed SB 1070, a largely controversial immigration law, requiring police officers to detain people they suspect are in the country illegally, and makes it a misdemeanor crime to not carry immigration papers.
The law drew criticism from the Hispanic community, saying that this method encouraged racial profiling. Governor Brewer claimed the federal government had waited too long for immigration reform.
July 30-31.. A hunnerd some localites, ages fitty-seven to fitty-nine gather for camaraderie, cheers, war stories. I actually hate the ones that haven't changed in looks the last forty years. jk... kinda.
August 7.... Aug 7, 33 miners were reported missing in a Chilean mine collapse.
August 9, JetBlue flight attendant Steven Slater was so frustrated, he literally jumped ship, quitting his job by jumping out of a flying plane.
Slater reportedly got on the public address system, claimed he had just been called an obscenity by a passenger, grabbed two beers, and deployed the emergency shoot.
He was arrested at his Queens home hours later. Slater avoided jail by coming to a plea deal in October.
August 14th.. some old fart guy playing in a Liberty Old Man's softball league strikes out for the first time in 37 years of playing slowpitch. He's GOT to give that crap up.
October 13...October 13, after nearly 70 days trapped below the earth in a Chilean mine, all 33 miners were rescued through a tiny capsule taken like an elevator up a narrow shaft.
All 33 were deemed in good condition, one man got treated for pneumonia. The miners became instant celebrities. A publishing house plans to print their story and a movie may be in the works.
November: Rhode Island elects first openly gay Congressman David Cicilline
December 25... Santa comes.. Gotta see both nieces.. of course son, gf.. 11:30pm drive to Hospital with them turned up only Braxton Hicks. Wasn't looking for "him", was looking for Aubrie Schultze.
Entertainment goodies: Kathyrn Bigelow breaks a barrier - first woman to win Oscar for Best Director.. As The World Turns stopped turning after 54 years.. "Lost" ends.. "Twilight: Eclipse" grosses $693 million.. Heidi Montag, after 10 plastic surgeries, says "huh uh, no more... "I wish I could jump into a time machine and take it all back. Instead, I'm always going to feel like Edward Scissorhands." John Lennon now gone 30 years, wow. The whole Jay Leno/Conan O'Brien flip flop switch network return thingy...
Winner winner chicken dinner: Los Angeles Lakers, New Orleans Saints, San Francisco Giants, Alabama Crimson Tide, Duke Blue Devils,
Geek firsts... First truly synthetic organism created.. 3D TV... First commercially available Jet Pack.. Space tourism... iPad... Solar powered spacecraft... Justin Bieber..
We lost: Sparky Anderson, Manute Bol, Tom Bosley, Jill Clayburgh, Gary Coleman, Robert Culp, Tony Curtis, Elizabeth Edwards, Alexander Haig, Corey Haim, Dennis Hopper, Lena Horne, Rue McLanahan, Patricia Neal, Leslie Nielsen, Merlin Olsen, Fess Parker, Elizabeth Post, Lynn Redgrave, JD Salinger, Erich Segal, George Steinbrenner, Bobby Thompson, Stewart Udall, John Wooden.. and sadly, many, many more.
In closing... to simply "be here" at the end of another year is a very good thing. Joe Namath usedta say "I can't wait for tomorrow, cause I get better looking every day." Nomme. "I can't wait for tomorrow, 'cause IT gets better looking every day, and I'm more appreciative of each and every calendar spin. Love, Victurd.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Big girls don't cry (they don't cry)…..
And “fer sure” men shouldn’t cry yeah?
“In many cultures, it is more socially acceptable for women and children to cry, and less socially acceptable for men to cry.”
The above is according to “Wiki”… I vote, who cares?
I am still but 20 years from the age my father got to live to… In his later years – he very easily showed emotion – something that he hadn’t done (at least in front of my sister and I to see) in earlier years.
I’d wondered if that was due to his Parkinsons, it’s advanced stages… perhaps a medication he was taking.. Now, as I too age – I look back and don’t think it was any of the above..
Recently, for many, various reasons, situations – I find myself welling up.. a ‘happy’ well-up.. For instance, the past 20 days, the local radio station I listen to during my daily commute has been giving away a car (albeit used) a day to “a listener in need.”.. They read the stories – or, call the person directly and let them recount their story (most having a very cruddy run of bad luck, health, family woes, car trouble, etc.. through no fault of their own) – and then they announce to them they’re receiving a car to perhaps help them get things back on track from this down ‘blip’ in life…
The reactions of the recipient, the nature of it all, literally have made me cry – each and every time. The UP. The feel good. First thing outta brain: I’m embarrassed that I do this. Then, perhaps the more saner, wiser thing outta brain: I’m so very damn fortunate I am able to do this (cry, feel, like, love, show glee in ‘good’)…
Over the years, we see so, so much ugly crap in life – I think, if it is possible to draw a positive – "the ugly" helps accentuate "the good." Back in the day it was “it’s effeminate for a man to cry”… “men just don’t do that.”.. “in public?.. REALLY?”… I don’t give a rat’s ass of the perception of me on this, for me it’s a good thing. If one doesn’t feel in life, the hells the use in being here at all?
Longer I think about it –my father, his demonstrating emotion as he aged.. I don’t believe it was Parkinsons.. medication.. I believe I’m fortunate to have learned from him – and that he too had seen oodles and oodles of crap in his lifetime – and in aging, those super, special little emotional moments made him flow/feel easily.
Big girls DO cry… as well as old geezers.. and it’s Ok. Love, Victurd
“In many cultures, it is more socially acceptable for women and children to cry, and less socially acceptable for men to cry.”
The above is according to “Wiki”… I vote, who cares?
I am still but 20 years from the age my father got to live to… In his later years – he very easily showed emotion – something that he hadn’t done (at least in front of my sister and I to see) in earlier years.
I’d wondered if that was due to his Parkinsons, it’s advanced stages… perhaps a medication he was taking.. Now, as I too age – I look back and don’t think it was any of the above..
Recently, for many, various reasons, situations – I find myself welling up.. a ‘happy’ well-up.. For instance, the past 20 days, the local radio station I listen to during my daily commute has been giving away a car (albeit used) a day to “a listener in need.”.. They read the stories – or, call the person directly and let them recount their story (most having a very cruddy run of bad luck, health, family woes, car trouble, etc.. through no fault of their own) – and then they announce to them they’re receiving a car to perhaps help them get things back on track from this down ‘blip’ in life…
The reactions of the recipient, the nature of it all, literally have made me cry – each and every time. The UP. The feel good. First thing outta brain: I’m embarrassed that I do this. Then, perhaps the more saner, wiser thing outta brain: I’m so very damn fortunate I am able to do this (cry, feel, like, love, show glee in ‘good’)…
Over the years, we see so, so much ugly crap in life – I think, if it is possible to draw a positive – "the ugly" helps accentuate "the good." Back in the day it was “it’s effeminate for a man to cry”… “men just don’t do that.”.. “in public?.. REALLY?”… I don’t give a rat’s ass of the perception of me on this, for me it’s a good thing. If one doesn’t feel in life, the hells the use in being here at all?
Longer I think about it –my father, his demonstrating emotion as he aged.. I don’t believe it was Parkinsons.. medication.. I believe I’m fortunate to have learned from him – and that he too had seen oodles and oodles of crap in his lifetime – and in aging, those super, special little emotional moments made him flow/feel easily.
Big girls DO cry… as well as old geezers.. and it’s Ok. Love, Victurd
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Got any spare change?
Change. Whadda wonderful word. Change jobs. Change homes. Change cities. Change places.
Overnight trip? Changea clothes. Outta the tub and into undies? Change? Nope, that was yesterday, today’s a “flip ‘em” day.
Change? RCA Victor. Jukebox. The 78. The 33. Magnetic tape. Hi Fi. Cartridges and cassettes. Digital. The hell’s a CD? MIDI. Blue-something.
“The more things change, the more they stay the same.”… 40th High School Class Reunion. Woah. Change… Many still the same – but the outtards have changed. Change too in that mosta the ‘cliques’ are no longer so solid, now penetrable. Cool.
“Victor, you’ll never change.” Nope, prolly won’t. I gets stir crazy here at work. Likes my smoke breaks. Get on me? Change the rules? Then I’ll clock out ‘cause I enjoy ‘em so much. Uh huh, wrote that on my yearly self evaluation – not relating proudly or braggadociously, just truthfully.
Marriage? Change names. Changes decision-making. Kids? CHANGE. And MORE change, ching-a-ling……………… “I’m leaving now.” Change of heart? Changing homes. Mates. Lives. Holy shit – that’s a change. Hey, there’s no noise here now, weird. A change. Ah, but I gots the entire bed to myself – nice. But a change. I’ll eat whats I want, when I wants, go wheres I wanna go when I wanna, turn wherever I wanna whenever I wanna. Drive this speed, that speed, this close, that far – change. Relationships, into ‘em… whilst in ‘em… and ending them.. change.
Regrets in life? Too late now on past crap – can’t change it. Niftily, can paint today however we wanna. If change is your passion – go for it. I’ve grown perty comfy in my own skin – even though it don’t fit so tight any longer. Changing, ya know?
I ain’t stopping and asking for directions. (He’ll never change Mildred. Even with the advent of GPS.)
DAD?!! We’re MOVING - AGAIN? Oh man, I gotta change schools. Towns. Friends. My life. Yucky-patucky. 19 times we moved in my childhood. Last time announced “we’re moving” – sister dug heels in. Was of the age where she said “the hell we are.” Didn’t. I love Liberty. Man it’s changed.
Paper maps. Land lines. Floppy disks. Film cameras. Pay phones. Stovetop popcorn. AM radio. Mercury thermometers. Hotel keys. Cash. Encyclopedias. Slide projectors. Typewriter. Wow, change.
Weather. Don’t like the weather in Missouri? Wait til tomorrow. I’m moving to Florida, need change. Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall. Change.
You need to change your ways little missy. You’ve got to change your evil ways – baby, before I stop lovin’ you. You’ve got to change, baby, and every word that I say is true.
Resistant to change. Hesitant to change. Change-smange. He’ll never change. Wow, is she a changed person. “I’ve GOT to make changes in my life” (This is a recording.)
2 and one-half mile cab ride from downtown Tijuana, Mexico to US border. Smallest bill, a fitty. “OH, NO CHANGE SENOR!”.. Damnit….
Change planes.. Change lanes.. Change directions.. Change heat/AC settings. Recline the seat. Move it forward. Adjust/change the mirror. Aykroyd/Murphy, Trading Places. – change.
Was thinking the other day – oh how times have changed. Wondering what it woulda been like to have arrived here on the Mayflower. Many yesteryears – all vastly different. Long from now – will probably barely traces of ‘today’ still around. Different folks. Different lifestyles. Modes, means, methods, desires, hopes, wants. Change.
Sposeta have freezing rain here today. That’s a change. Unwanted. Did I mention Florida up there somewheres? Have fun with change… I myself plan to resist. Love, Victurd.
Overnight trip? Changea clothes. Outta the tub and into undies? Change? Nope, that was yesterday, today’s a “flip ‘em” day.
Change? RCA Victor. Jukebox. The 78. The 33. Magnetic tape. Hi Fi. Cartridges and cassettes. Digital. The hell’s a CD? MIDI. Blue-something.
“The more things change, the more they stay the same.”… 40th High School Class Reunion. Woah. Change… Many still the same – but the outtards have changed. Change too in that mosta the ‘cliques’ are no longer so solid, now penetrable. Cool.
“Victor, you’ll never change.” Nope, prolly won’t. I gets stir crazy here at work. Likes my smoke breaks. Get on me? Change the rules? Then I’ll clock out ‘cause I enjoy ‘em so much. Uh huh, wrote that on my yearly self evaluation – not relating proudly or braggadociously, just truthfully.
Marriage? Change names. Changes decision-making. Kids? CHANGE. And MORE change, ching-a-ling……………… “I’m leaving now.” Change of heart? Changing homes. Mates. Lives. Holy shit – that’s a change. Hey, there’s no noise here now, weird. A change. Ah, but I gots the entire bed to myself – nice. But a change. I’ll eat whats I want, when I wants, go wheres I wanna go when I wanna, turn wherever I wanna whenever I wanna. Drive this speed, that speed, this close, that far – change. Relationships, into ‘em… whilst in ‘em… and ending them.. change.
Regrets in life? Too late now on past crap – can’t change it. Niftily, can paint today however we wanna. If change is your passion – go for it. I’ve grown perty comfy in my own skin – even though it don’t fit so tight any longer. Changing, ya know?
I ain’t stopping and asking for directions. (He’ll never change Mildred. Even with the advent of GPS.)
DAD?!! We’re MOVING - AGAIN? Oh man, I gotta change schools. Towns. Friends. My life. Yucky-patucky. 19 times we moved in my childhood. Last time announced “we’re moving” – sister dug heels in. Was of the age where she said “the hell we are.” Didn’t. I love Liberty. Man it’s changed.
Paper maps. Land lines. Floppy disks. Film cameras. Pay phones. Stovetop popcorn. AM radio. Mercury thermometers. Hotel keys. Cash. Encyclopedias. Slide projectors. Typewriter. Wow, change.
Weather. Don’t like the weather in Missouri? Wait til tomorrow. I’m moving to Florida, need change. Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall. Change.
You need to change your ways little missy. You’ve got to change your evil ways – baby, before I stop lovin’ you. You’ve got to change, baby, and every word that I say is true.
Resistant to change. Hesitant to change. Change-smange. He’ll never change. Wow, is she a changed person. “I’ve GOT to make changes in my life” (This is a recording.)
2 and one-half mile cab ride from downtown Tijuana, Mexico to US border. Smallest bill, a fitty. “OH, NO CHANGE SENOR!”.. Damnit….
Change planes.. Change lanes.. Change directions.. Change heat/AC settings. Recline the seat. Move it forward. Adjust/change the mirror. Aykroyd/Murphy, Trading Places. – change.
Was thinking the other day – oh how times have changed. Wondering what it woulda been like to have arrived here on the Mayflower. Many yesteryears – all vastly different. Long from now – will probably barely traces of ‘today’ still around. Different folks. Different lifestyles. Modes, means, methods, desires, hopes, wants. Change.
Sposeta have freezing rain here today. That’s a change. Unwanted. Did I mention Florida up there somewheres? Have fun with change… I myself plan to resist. Love, Victurd.
Saturday, December 04, 2010
Feel of it.......
Wifey number 1... younger sister... 13-ish... whenever she found something with a nice, unusual, different 'feel' (a piece of material, an object, etc) she'd hold it out toward you and say "Feel of it." Kinda fun, perhaps a tad bassackwards, but - a lifetime memory..
Feel of it get's me through life. Had'a fellow teacher back in the day... VERY, VERY respected, not only in Education, but in the City of Liberty... Serious, very, and always. I'll never forget her saying "I just can't imagine laughing, funning all the time.. and I feel sorry for those that do."
Whilst I loved her, I strongly disagree, and again, I get by on 'feel of it.'
I slip, sure. But... try to live life wide-eyed, "catch the good"... "sieze the moment"... "Don't pass an opportunity to laugh"... to try to put a smile on someone's face... to perhaps lighten a mood.
I've found, over time - stronger relationships develop due to this. (Sure Victor, is that why you're twice-divorced?).. Ok, Ok, you got me - but, swear to goodness, I do live life, "feel of it."
"Example?" you might say... Well... the other day at work.. Supervisor lady in department.. great gal... great worker.. Our computer system is good, but not perfect. I had a question on a 'shipment'... she was already "in" another shipment - and there's no tabbing to look at a second shipment - to go back into the one you were working on. She sits mebbe 20 feet from me, so.... the logical thing was for her to come look at it on my screen.. First... She kinda hollered (for mebbe twelve in the area to hear) "DO YOU HAVE IT UP?"....... I got the giggles, couldn't answer.. she ran over, and funly smacked me across the head. "Feel of it."
Then... I forget occasionally. "Stressy" ex #2 usedta say. Such as the goofy FB thing of me sleeping in my chair - at work, on lunch break. Folks winged notes that I woulda winged too... but one hit me the wrong way, and I forgot completely about "feel of it"... relax, enjoy, laugh at yourself.
I've been fortunate in my lifetime to have some very good examples... parents... sister... friends... coworkers.. teachers.. many, who demonstrated/lived "feel of it." This "feel of it" is not only in humor - but in love... in like..
We go down this path but once..... I hope it's a fun one. A rewarding one. One of spreading love/like. Feel of it.
Sure, be serious about the work you do... but I vote mix in a little fun. Converse serious stuff - but every once in awhile wing in "light." Feel of it. Me thinks, again, stronger bonds are formed. Folks open up easier too it seems. Confide. Console.
Of course, the 'emotional' feel of it. I did a recent blog on my cousin, a true hero to me. His children caught wind of it, and each emailed me - and each time I received one, I reread the blog, and cried. Truly. I left an hour early that day - I was emotionally 'spent'... but... spent goes hand in hand with 'feel of it.'
I am so, so thankful to feel. Life. Love. Friendship. Feel of it.
If, into the future, I slip again, please smack me. Tell a funny joke. Remind me "Damnit Victor, if you can't laugh at yourself, then how can you laugh at anyone else?" (It's been forever and a day but I think I remember bites in the butt to be a good thing.) Did he just say that? Uh huh. Feel of it.
So yes Virginia, I respect, I honor you/your take. But from here on out, I wanna laugh, have fun, love, tell those I love "I love you" - and feel of it. Someone bite me in the butt if I forget again.
Love, Victurd.
Feel of it get's me through life. Had'a fellow teacher back in the day... VERY, VERY respected, not only in Education, but in the City of Liberty... Serious, very, and always. I'll never forget her saying "I just can't imagine laughing, funning all the time.. and I feel sorry for those that do."
Whilst I loved her, I strongly disagree, and again, I get by on 'feel of it.'
I slip, sure. But... try to live life wide-eyed, "catch the good"... "sieze the moment"... "Don't pass an opportunity to laugh"... to try to put a smile on someone's face... to perhaps lighten a mood.
I've found, over time - stronger relationships develop due to this. (Sure Victor, is that why you're twice-divorced?).. Ok, Ok, you got me - but, swear to goodness, I do live life, "feel of it."
"Example?" you might say... Well... the other day at work.. Supervisor lady in department.. great gal... great worker.. Our computer system is good, but not perfect. I had a question on a 'shipment'... she was already "in" another shipment - and there's no tabbing to look at a second shipment - to go back into the one you were working on. She sits mebbe 20 feet from me, so.... the logical thing was for her to come look at it on my screen.. First... She kinda hollered (for mebbe twelve in the area to hear) "DO YOU HAVE IT UP?"....... I got the giggles, couldn't answer.. she ran over, and funly smacked me across the head. "Feel of it."
Then... I forget occasionally. "Stressy" ex #2 usedta say. Such as the goofy FB thing of me sleeping in my chair - at work, on lunch break. Folks winged notes that I woulda winged too... but one hit me the wrong way, and I forgot completely about "feel of it"... relax, enjoy, laugh at yourself.
I've been fortunate in my lifetime to have some very good examples... parents... sister... friends... coworkers.. teachers.. many, who demonstrated/lived "feel of it." This "feel of it" is not only in humor - but in love... in like..
We go down this path but once..... I hope it's a fun one. A rewarding one. One of spreading love/like. Feel of it.
Sure, be serious about the work you do... but I vote mix in a little fun. Converse serious stuff - but every once in awhile wing in "light." Feel of it. Me thinks, again, stronger bonds are formed. Folks open up easier too it seems. Confide. Console.
Of course, the 'emotional' feel of it. I did a recent blog on my cousin, a true hero to me. His children caught wind of it, and each emailed me - and each time I received one, I reread the blog, and cried. Truly. I left an hour early that day - I was emotionally 'spent'... but... spent goes hand in hand with 'feel of it.'
I am so, so thankful to feel. Life. Love. Friendship. Feel of it.
If, into the future, I slip again, please smack me. Tell a funny joke. Remind me "Damnit Victor, if you can't laugh at yourself, then how can you laugh at anyone else?" (It's been forever and a day but I think I remember bites in the butt to be a good thing.) Did he just say that? Uh huh. Feel of it.
So yes Virginia, I respect, I honor you/your take. But from here on out, I wanna laugh, have fun, love, tell those I love "I love you" - and feel of it. Someone bite me in the butt if I forget again.
Love, Victurd.
Thursday, December 02, 2010
My cousin, my hero….
In some respects, I feel a certain sense of guilt by “coming here” all too often. I am me, average ole me. (And I DO know that.).. Yet, it’s like, there’s this little guy tugging my sleeve, reminding me “Victor…. who cares?”… And yes, aware, my story, my life no different, no better than anyone elses….
Then… I remember why I’ve come here… it ain’t about me… it’s moreso about life, our lives.. so, thank you, VERY MUCH, for allowing me to share.
Eavesdropping thru a friend’s pictures here, one Mr. Ollie Malone. (Look him up, he’s got a killer, perennial smile that takes up the 8 and ½ of the 8 and ½ by 11!) Within Mr. Ollie’s pictures is one of him standing (of course smiling) next to some former students of his from his days at the Kansas School for the Deaf.. Exchanged a few messages with Ollie – and I’d related to him of my beloved cousin – also a former teacher, principal, educator – at the Missouri School for the Deaf.
Who do kids nowadays use for role models? Our parents/teachers? Peers? Rock stars? Sports/entertainment figures?..
When I was nine, mom allowed me to take the magic marker to my plain ole plain ole white T-shirt – and write the number/name of “my hero” across the front/back of my shirt. I remember adorning it with Stan The Man… Lenny The Cool.. Otis Taylor… Bobby Bell…
My real hero though was (and is) my cousin Roger Dale Davis. Five years older, he was my everything growing up. The high school quarterback, the starting point guard on the basketball team.. Dated, eventually married, the prettiest/smartest gal/cheerleader in the school. (As well as eventually marrying a 2nd pretty, smart gal some years down the road.)
Yes, Rog’s name was “markered” on my T-shirts on more than one occasion. The sixty by one-hundred foot front yard many-a-time “turned into” the Fulton High School football field – as I’d take the snap, back up, emulate.. .mouth “and Davis drops back… he sees Dye down the right sideline… a looonnnng tosss… TOUCHDOWN! HORNETS!!”.. Or… counting down the final seconds of the basketball game… 5…. 4…. 3…. 2…. 1.. “Davis launches it from the corner, IT’S GOOD! Hornets win!”…
Yes, many have been a high school quarterback. Many, starting guard. Roger was so much more.. Shortly after high school – the draft occurred. VietNam. A horrid time. Months upon months, when the morning paper hit the ground, it was swiftly picked up to discern that hopefully there wasn’t any present skirmish going on in, around Chou Lai – one of Rog’s ‘home away from home” in VietNam..
Every phone call brought “shutters”.. . Every knock on the front door – fear. Would this time bring news of “the worst”?.. Roger, and many, many thousand more – halfway across the world protecting our freedoms – yet at home, many marching in protest. It was, to say the least, a very unusual time.
One of Roger’s heroes, the quarterback at Fulton before he, Allen Sheets, unfortunately didn’t make it home from Vietnam. Ultimately, thankfully, Rog made it back home – with a Purple Heart. Off to college – he would become a teacher/coach at the Missouri School for the Deaf. When one hears that, “School for the Deaf”, of immediate mind comes “communication problems”.. and sure.. not having that sense does make things different. Wonderful, normal kids, who happened to not be able to hear.
Roger was terrific with them. Yes, I’m biased, he’s my cousin – but he not only communicated well verbally, he was tremendous in ‘sign’ – and even moreso, he communicated with his mouth/smile, his eyebrows… I dunno if this makes sense, but he even communicated while listening.. I know you’ve been around people where there’s this God-given correlation between one’s face, and heart. Roger had that. A truly remarkable man.
I used to LOVE to go see his basketball team play KSD in Olathe. Again, normal normal kids with the one distinction. Rog’, like all coaches, would have to occasionally “get on someone” if they weren’t fulfilling their role, doing as instructed, for the good of the team. I remember one such specific occasion where the child kinda-sorta rebelled and turned his head – so, he couldn’t “hear” Rog!
Roger eventually moved up to be the Principal at MSD… then would continue on his career in education at the local High School in Fulton, MO. Again, I’m biased, sure – but plenty of other folks loved, admired my cousin Roger. In fact, if you ever visit Fulton, please go see the High School and the “Roger D. Davis Gymnasium”.. Yep, named after him!
Roger won many battles in life. Led in many battles. A leader. An educator. A communicator. The wonderful gift of teaching, occasionally admonishing, with a touch of love thrown in frequently. Roger lost the battle to cancer some years back. Taken from us all, all too early. Five beautiful children live on.
A couple years back I had the good fortune to spend Thanksgiving at Roger’s house. Niftily, every tie from his wardrobe was sewn into a circle, and wrapped the Christmas tree as a skirt.. “Tied to you forever”… Perty darn cool. And we all still are.
I dunno if I ever told him he was my idol. My hero. Maybe, if nothing else, you – or someone reading this will have the ability to go back to your childhood hero, role model, and simply tell ‘em they were.
Again, yes, he was my cousin – but too, a special, special man. God Bless, Victor
Then… I remember why I’ve come here… it ain’t about me… it’s moreso about life, our lives.. so, thank you, VERY MUCH, for allowing me to share.
Eavesdropping thru a friend’s pictures here, one Mr. Ollie Malone. (Look him up, he’s got a killer, perennial smile that takes up the 8 and ½ of the 8 and ½ by 11!) Within Mr. Ollie’s pictures is one of him standing (of course smiling) next to some former students of his from his days at the Kansas School for the Deaf.. Exchanged a few messages with Ollie – and I’d related to him of my beloved cousin – also a former teacher, principal, educator – at the Missouri School for the Deaf.
Who do kids nowadays use for role models? Our parents/teachers? Peers? Rock stars? Sports/entertainment figures?..
When I was nine, mom allowed me to take the magic marker to my plain ole plain ole white T-shirt – and write the number/name of “my hero” across the front/back of my shirt. I remember adorning it with Stan The Man… Lenny The Cool.. Otis Taylor… Bobby Bell…
My real hero though was (and is) my cousin Roger Dale Davis. Five years older, he was my everything growing up. The high school quarterback, the starting point guard on the basketball team.. Dated, eventually married, the prettiest/smartest gal/cheerleader in the school. (As well as eventually marrying a 2nd pretty, smart gal some years down the road.)
Yes, Rog’s name was “markered” on my T-shirts on more than one occasion. The sixty by one-hundred foot front yard many-a-time “turned into” the Fulton High School football field – as I’d take the snap, back up, emulate.. .mouth “and Davis drops back… he sees Dye down the right sideline… a looonnnng tosss… TOUCHDOWN! HORNETS!!”.. Or… counting down the final seconds of the basketball game… 5…. 4…. 3…. 2…. 1.. “Davis launches it from the corner, IT’S GOOD! Hornets win!”…
Yes, many have been a high school quarterback. Many, starting guard. Roger was so much more.. Shortly after high school – the draft occurred. VietNam. A horrid time. Months upon months, when the morning paper hit the ground, it was swiftly picked up to discern that hopefully there wasn’t any present skirmish going on in, around Chou Lai – one of Rog’s ‘home away from home” in VietNam..
Every phone call brought “shutters”.. . Every knock on the front door – fear. Would this time bring news of “the worst”?.. Roger, and many, many thousand more – halfway across the world protecting our freedoms – yet at home, many marching in protest. It was, to say the least, a very unusual time.
One of Roger’s heroes, the quarterback at Fulton before he, Allen Sheets, unfortunately didn’t make it home from Vietnam. Ultimately, thankfully, Rog made it back home – with a Purple Heart. Off to college – he would become a teacher/coach at the Missouri School for the Deaf. When one hears that, “School for the Deaf”, of immediate mind comes “communication problems”.. and sure.. not having that sense does make things different. Wonderful, normal kids, who happened to not be able to hear.
Roger was terrific with them. Yes, I’m biased, he’s my cousin – but he not only communicated well verbally, he was tremendous in ‘sign’ – and even moreso, he communicated with his mouth/smile, his eyebrows… I dunno if this makes sense, but he even communicated while listening.. I know you’ve been around people where there’s this God-given correlation between one’s face, and heart. Roger had that. A truly remarkable man.
I used to LOVE to go see his basketball team play KSD in Olathe. Again, normal normal kids with the one distinction. Rog’, like all coaches, would have to occasionally “get on someone” if they weren’t fulfilling their role, doing as instructed, for the good of the team. I remember one such specific occasion where the child kinda-sorta rebelled and turned his head – so, he couldn’t “hear” Rog!
Roger eventually moved up to be the Principal at MSD… then would continue on his career in education at the local High School in Fulton, MO. Again, I’m biased, sure – but plenty of other folks loved, admired my cousin Roger. In fact, if you ever visit Fulton, please go see the High School and the “Roger D. Davis Gymnasium”.. Yep, named after him!
Roger won many battles in life. Led in many battles. A leader. An educator. A communicator. The wonderful gift of teaching, occasionally admonishing, with a touch of love thrown in frequently. Roger lost the battle to cancer some years back. Taken from us all, all too early. Five beautiful children live on.
A couple years back I had the good fortune to spend Thanksgiving at Roger’s house. Niftily, every tie from his wardrobe was sewn into a circle, and wrapped the Christmas tree as a skirt.. “Tied to you forever”… Perty darn cool. And we all still are.
I dunno if I ever told him he was my idol. My hero. Maybe, if nothing else, you – or someone reading this will have the ability to go back to your childhood hero, role model, and simply tell ‘em they were.
Again, yes, he was my cousin – but too, a special, special man. God Bless, Victor
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
It's easy.
As I age, get all wrinkly… I’m beginning to understand the wonder of the word love. Perty please to close your ears if you like – but I love saying/winging the word ‘love.’ I do.
There's nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you
in time - It's easy.
Just gotta email from my bestest friend of alltime.. been thru some trial, some tribulation.. natural events of life, and unfortunately, involving a death.. I emailed back “I love you man.” Forty years ago I’da never ever thoughta saying something like that. “That’s gay.” “You’re an idiot”.. nuh uh, not now.. I love him and I don’t mind espousing..
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
I love much. I love my ex’s, uh huh do. Crazy? Probably. Ashamed I do? Quoting my stepson (whom, yes, I love) “Not no’s, but hells no’s”..
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
There's nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
It's easy.
Of course I love my son, a given. I love my nieces, great niece, great nephews, cousins, 2nd cousins, the whole fam damily. (My dad usedta say that. Love/loved him too).. I love my coworkers, yep, do. I love fellow “Class of 70” folks. Yes, even classs’a 69, 71, 72, etc.. I love my SigaMaNu brothers, still, to this day – each and every one. Mebbe THE funnest days of my life. I love folks I see on Facebook – so wonderful after all these years, renewing acquaintances, and making ‘em – with folks ya never really knew. I love it. I love. Softball teammates. "Dish" buds.. Love.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
All you need is love (all together now)
All you need is love (everybody)
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Saying the word love (I find, anyways) is therapeutic. With love, life is easier, me thinks anyways. Love is happy. Love ain’t pain-free, but it eases the pain. And no Ali/Ryan, sometimes you have to say “I’m sorry” with/when love/loving. “I’m sorry” is perhaps a blog for another day – but today the word is love. Like peanut butter, I say spread it. Immerse one’s self in it, with it – all about it. Love is joyous. Love is The Holidays. Love is the every normal day. Nightime, daytime, snooze time. Love is uplifting, inspiring… engaging.
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
LOVE, Victurd.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
It's easy.
As I age, get all wrinkly… I’m beginning to understand the wonder of the word love. Perty please to close your ears if you like – but I love saying/winging the word ‘love.’ I do.
There's nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you
in time - It's easy.
Just gotta email from my bestest friend of alltime.. been thru some trial, some tribulation.. natural events of life, and unfortunately, involving a death.. I emailed back “I love you man.” Forty years ago I’da never ever thoughta saying something like that. “That’s gay.” “You’re an idiot”.. nuh uh, not now.. I love him and I don’t mind espousing..
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
I love much. I love my ex’s, uh huh do. Crazy? Probably. Ashamed I do? Quoting my stepson (whom, yes, I love) “Not no’s, but hells no’s”..
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
There's nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
It's easy.
Of course I love my son, a given. I love my nieces, great niece, great nephews, cousins, 2nd cousins, the whole fam damily. (My dad usedta say that. Love/loved him too).. I love my coworkers, yep, do. I love fellow “Class of 70” folks. Yes, even classs’a 69, 71, 72, etc.. I love my SigaMaNu brothers, still, to this day – each and every one. Mebbe THE funnest days of my life. I love folks I see on Facebook – so wonderful after all these years, renewing acquaintances, and making ‘em – with folks ya never really knew. I love it. I love. Softball teammates. "Dish" buds.. Love.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
All you need is love (all together now)
All you need is love (everybody)
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Saying the word love (I find, anyways) is therapeutic. With love, life is easier, me thinks anyways. Love is happy. Love ain’t pain-free, but it eases the pain. And no Ali/Ryan, sometimes you have to say “I’m sorry” with/when love/loving. “I’m sorry” is perhaps a blog for another day – but today the word is love. Like peanut butter, I say spread it. Immerse one’s self in it, with it – all about it. Love is joyous. Love is The Holidays. Love is the every normal day. Nightime, daytime, snooze time. Love is uplifting, inspiring… engaging.
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
LOVE, Victurd.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Yore so vein, I bet you think this blog is about ewe….
Taking a brake today. Please don’t get all hostel on me. Havea rye since of humor, perty pleas. Won’t phase you. Sorry four the paws. I’m at piece with it though.
Plane tired I am. Forth time I’ve started this – thankfully backspacing is aloud. Do as you pleas - here? Victor, maybe this ain’t sucha grate idea. Hey, don’t rein on my parade hear. Geesh your bazaar Victor. Beet it, whomever ewe our.
This is just a rough draught anyways. Naught four the feint of heart. I finally mustard up the courage to right, backoff. Witch reminds me, I trussed most fined this, and similar ax, - well, they humor me. If not, your free to flea. Peal out if ya wanna – not gonna phase me. Pore pour pitiful me. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy your presents hear. I’m all rapt up in having your deer pear of I’s on this.
A little soar today. Mussels aching. A we bit of exercise yest.. Did sum situps, hurt from my browse to my naval, down to my feat and tows – and both sigheds of my body. Shoo’s a bit tight too, a little callus, gotta not on my heal.
7:15am, maybe a knap before work, dunno. Peanut butter again today, low on cache, oh well. Ben in a jam before, many a instants’s. Sleight problem, caste my woes aside. I try to be strait forward anyways, I was taut that weigh. Eye am rambling now, sorry. Don’t know weather to rap this up or naught. Yay/Neigh? Do knot bee a freyed. I really kneed your input. Yew no it, I due two.
Bale me out hear before I get band. Raze a little hell. Please don’t grump or grown. I prey of that. Awl four one, one for all. Plum crazy. Run a fowl. Petal it on outta here. We took a pole, scoot. Flea. Go fourth. Don’t let the gait hit you in the arse. My assistance can escort ewe. And the beet goes on. Heed heard it all before – red the revues. Wanted to berry the hatchet. Rowed off unto the sunset. Thought he was some kinda profit, or perhaps a prints. Who gnu. Grate huh?
I’ve enjoyed having you, my guessed, hear. I’d herd yew might come. The principal of the hole matter. Rite? Always appreciative of the pique, all ate of you that swing by. purr fect. (Pore me). I’m your pray. Makes me ale, sick to the tummy like I got the flew.
Gotta go soon, I’ve had a bawl. Should leave before I get bard. Rap it up. I no it’s time two, everyone nose. Chants’s are, you’ve gone anyhow. Not gonna tic me off. Vary easy going. Just my manor, of coarse.
Sew, off I go. Seas ya later. You all sleigh me (I here your size)… No reel lessen today. That’s the fax. Strait and narrow. Again, thanks for your stairs. Hope sum had fun. A tail of to words, homophones. Sum like it, some knot. You really staid all the weigh two hear?
with love,
emcee Hammer..
Plane tired I am. Forth time I’ve started this – thankfully backspacing is aloud. Do as you pleas - here? Victor, maybe this ain’t sucha grate idea. Hey, don’t rein on my parade hear. Geesh your bazaar Victor. Beet it, whomever ewe our.
This is just a rough draught anyways. Naught four the feint of heart. I finally mustard up the courage to right, backoff. Witch reminds me, I trussed most fined this, and similar ax, - well, they humor me. If not, your free to flea. Peal out if ya wanna – not gonna phase me. Pore pour pitiful me. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy your presents hear. I’m all rapt up in having your deer pear of I’s on this.
A little soar today. Mussels aching. A we bit of exercise yest.. Did sum situps, hurt from my browse to my naval, down to my feat and tows – and both sigheds of my body. Shoo’s a bit tight too, a little callus, gotta not on my heal.
7:15am, maybe a knap before work, dunno. Peanut butter again today, low on cache, oh well. Ben in a jam before, many a instants’s. Sleight problem, caste my woes aside. I try to be strait forward anyways, I was taut that weigh. Eye am rambling now, sorry. Don’t know weather to rap this up or naught. Yay/Neigh? Do knot bee a freyed. I really kneed your input. Yew no it, I due two.
Bale me out hear before I get band. Raze a little hell. Please don’t grump or grown. I prey of that. Awl four one, one for all. Plum crazy. Run a fowl. Petal it on outta here. We took a pole, scoot. Flea. Go fourth. Don’t let the gait hit you in the arse. My assistance can escort ewe. And the beet goes on. Heed heard it all before – red the revues. Wanted to berry the hatchet. Rowed off unto the sunset. Thought he was some kinda profit, or perhaps a prints. Who gnu. Grate huh?
I’ve enjoyed having you, my guessed, hear. I’d herd yew might come. The principal of the hole matter. Rite? Always appreciative of the pique, all ate of you that swing by. purr fect. (Pore me). I’m your pray. Makes me ale, sick to the tummy like I got the flew.
Gotta go soon, I’ve had a bawl. Should leave before I get bard. Rap it up. I no it’s time two, everyone nose. Chants’s are, you’ve gone anyhow. Not gonna tic me off. Vary easy going. Just my manor, of coarse.
Sew, off I go. Seas ya later. You all sleigh me (I here your size)… No reel lessen today. That’s the fax. Strait and narrow. Again, thanks for your stairs. Hope sum had fun. A tail of to words, homophones. Sum like it, some knot. You really staid all the weigh two hear?
with love,
emcee Hammer..
Monday, November 29, 2010
Victor… you’re REALLY quoting the Bible? YOU?
Yeah, reckon I am. Will, here in a sec.
Wednesday… Co-worker did something that (pardon my French) “M'a pissé vraiment loin”… (I think that’s French for “really pissed me off”).. or, at least that’s what freetranslation.com said.
So, no matter how many Turkey drumsticks I devoured, I couldn’t get this bad taste outta my mouth. I seethed, for bits and pieces of Thur/Fri/Sat/Sun/today.. and planned/plotted “This is what I’ll do… That is what I’ll say.. I’ll SHOW THEM!”… Stressy, I have been stressy – and I hates that.
Then… just now, eating peanut butter sandwich for lunch in car.. set in to challenge the Sudoku puzzle. Adding to my present “seething” was the fact that this is Monday.. the Sudoku puzzle on Monday is cinchy (they start out easy.. #1 on a scale of 6.. and get harder as the week progresses) was giving me additional fits. Trouble finishing. Usually, I’m done in 5 minutes. Not today.
So………. eyes wondered. Just below Sudoku… Billy… as in Bill Graham.. Headline read “REVENGE CAN ONLY LEAD YOU ASTRAY”…
No Billy, say it ain’t so…… I’ve got such good “Get back at this person” plans, can’t I follow thru?
Twas a letter from someone to Mr. Graham: “Someone hurt me very deeply about two years ago, and know I have opportunity to really get back at her. My mother says I shouldn’t do it, but I see no reason not to. What this person did was wrong, so why should she be allowed to get away with it?”…..signed, CJ…
“Dear CJ.. Wanting to strike back and hurt someone who has hurt us is a common human reaction, but doesn’t make it right. The Bible urges us to take a different path: “Do not repay anyone evil for evil… Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.” (Romans 12:17,21.)”
Darnit.. makes sense. Now I feel goofy……
Billy continued “What’s wrong with seeking revenge? For one thing, it seldom solves anything. At best, this person will remain your enemy; at worst, she’ll retaliate against you in some way, starting a cycle that may never end…..
Revenge is also wrong because it’s fueled by anger. Let’s face it: You aren’t really interested in justice – you simply want to see this person suffer. But anger will only lead you astray. This is why the Bible says “A fool gives full vent to his anger, but a wise man keeps himself under control.” (Proverbs 29:11)
Ok, so, reckon I’m kinda glad Sudoku was hard today. Kinda glad my eyes, mind wandered. Kinda glad I didn’t give in to being a fool. I was darn close to open mouth/insert foot.
Even better – I feel better about this all now. Hey.. you… if you’re here.. please remember: I write to me. Hitchhikers welcome. ie, ain’t preaching. I’m learning.
One day Billy, I’ll get there all the way. For now, heading back outside for a cig to finish up my smoke break. Thanks – I don’t even have interest now in retaliation, seeing anyone suffer. Party on. Love, Victurd.
Wednesday… Co-worker did something that (pardon my French) “M'a pissé vraiment loin”… (I think that’s French for “really pissed me off”).. or, at least that’s what freetranslation.com said.
So, no matter how many Turkey drumsticks I devoured, I couldn’t get this bad taste outta my mouth. I seethed, for bits and pieces of Thur/Fri/Sat/Sun/today.. and planned/plotted “This is what I’ll do… That is what I’ll say.. I’ll SHOW THEM!”… Stressy, I have been stressy – and I hates that.
Then… just now, eating peanut butter sandwich for lunch in car.. set in to challenge the Sudoku puzzle. Adding to my present “seething” was the fact that this is Monday.. the Sudoku puzzle on Monday is cinchy (they start out easy.. #1 on a scale of 6.. and get harder as the week progresses) was giving me additional fits. Trouble finishing. Usually, I’m done in 5 minutes. Not today.
So………. eyes wondered. Just below Sudoku… Billy… as in Bill Graham.. Headline read “REVENGE CAN ONLY LEAD YOU ASTRAY”…
No Billy, say it ain’t so…… I’ve got such good “Get back at this person” plans, can’t I follow thru?
Twas a letter from someone to Mr. Graham: “Someone hurt me very deeply about two years ago, and know I have opportunity to really get back at her. My mother says I shouldn’t do it, but I see no reason not to. What this person did was wrong, so why should she be allowed to get away with it?”…..signed, CJ…
“Dear CJ.. Wanting to strike back and hurt someone who has hurt us is a common human reaction, but doesn’t make it right. The Bible urges us to take a different path: “Do not repay anyone evil for evil… Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.” (Romans 12:17,21.)”
Darnit.. makes sense. Now I feel goofy……
Billy continued “What’s wrong with seeking revenge? For one thing, it seldom solves anything. At best, this person will remain your enemy; at worst, she’ll retaliate against you in some way, starting a cycle that may never end…..
Revenge is also wrong because it’s fueled by anger. Let’s face it: You aren’t really interested in justice – you simply want to see this person suffer. But anger will only lead you astray. This is why the Bible says “A fool gives full vent to his anger, but a wise man keeps himself under control.” (Proverbs 29:11)
Ok, so, reckon I’m kinda glad Sudoku was hard today. Kinda glad my eyes, mind wandered. Kinda glad I didn’t give in to being a fool. I was darn close to open mouth/insert foot.
Even better – I feel better about this all now. Hey.. you… if you’re here.. please remember: I write to me. Hitchhikers welcome. ie, ain’t preaching. I’m learning.
One day Billy, I’ll get there all the way. For now, heading back outside for a cig to finish up my smoke break. Thanks – I don’t even have interest now in retaliation, seeing anyone suffer. Party on. Love, Victurd.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Over the river and through the woods
To Grandmother's house we go
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
Through white and drifted snow
Baaaaaaaaaaaaah Humbug said I! Each and every winter, I swear, gets colder and colder no matta how much more “stored fat” I accumulate year after year. (Don’t getme wrong, loved loved LOVED Granny’s house as a kid.. and yes, even sledding –well.. at least until that time my tongue got stuck on metal part)…
Over the river and through the woods
Oh how the wind does blow
It stings the toes and bites the nose
As over the ground we go
Wind. YUCK. Stings. YES. Toes? I can’t feel ‘em (let alone reach ‘em)… Gimme a casa in Cabo, a tent in Tampa, a motel in Maui, a hut in Hono….
Over the river and through the woods
To Grandmother's house we go
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
Through white and drifted snow
Horse-$#^*.. howinthehell can the writers of this song sing happily, merrily when the combo of Old Man Winter/riding on a sleigh surely has turned their face beet red, frozen solid, making it impossible to smile, sing, feel… impossible to anything!
Over the river and through the woods
Oh how the wind does blow
It stings the toes and bites the nose
As over the ground we go
Ok, actually, I’m lying. I kinda getta kick outta scraping my windshield when the wind chill is 12 below. And, I’m thankful I don’t have to pay for an amusement park when I can traverse I-435 for 35 miles (each way) daily in ice, snow – where the steering wheel is rendered "as useless as the ti… “.. oh well, you know - sumpin about pig breasts.
Over the river and through the woods
And through the barnyard gate
We seem to go extremely slow
It is so hard to wait.
In truth, I LOVE the $ound of my furnace. Always been a huge fan of incessant. (“She wouldn’t stop talking long enough for me to say ‘nice to meet you’ “).. Should I slip/fall in the driveway? Not to worry, scads more padding than as a child. And, when I do, kinda gets me giggling, as in “oh shit, I hope no one saw that”… Giggling is good.
HEY! I GOTTA GOOD IDEA!.. Since winter driving is much more hazardous, what with the wind, the blowing snow, the foggy windshield, icing, sheet-of-ice roads – LET’S SET THE CLOCKS UP AN HOUR so we can add darkness to the mix of driving home! Hell yeah!
Over the river and through the woods
Now Grandmother's cap I spy
Hooray for the fun
Is the pudding done?
Hooray for the pumpkin pie
Hooray for the fun
Is the pudding done?
Hooray for the pumpkin pie
Hooray!
I know. I’m blessed to be here at all. I, inspitea thinking occasionally “the bastard leaks” truly am a glass half full kinda person. I know too “like it or lump it.” Winter is the halftime of an exciting game. The long line to get ones license plates renewed. The walking into an overflowing restaurant and signing up as “last name, Starving, party of two.”
If it weren’t for bad, there’d be no good, comprende. Hell/heaven. Worry/rejoice. Repel/attract. Fearful/sanguine (don’t be impressed, I Googled antonyms)..
Honestly, I am thankful. I do enjoy winter (from out my living room window). I am lucky to be here. Happy even…..
Did someone say pumpkin pie? Love, Victurd.
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
Through white and drifted snow
Baaaaaaaaaaaaah Humbug said I! Each and every winter, I swear, gets colder and colder no matta how much more “stored fat” I accumulate year after year. (Don’t getme wrong, loved loved LOVED Granny’s house as a kid.. and yes, even sledding –well.. at least until that time my tongue got stuck on metal part)…
Over the river and through the woods
Oh how the wind does blow
It stings the toes and bites the nose
As over the ground we go
Wind. YUCK. Stings. YES. Toes? I can’t feel ‘em (let alone reach ‘em)… Gimme a casa in Cabo, a tent in Tampa, a motel in Maui, a hut in Hono….
Over the river and through the woods
To Grandmother's house we go
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
Through white and drifted snow
Horse-$#^*.. howinthehell can the writers of this song sing happily, merrily when the combo of Old Man Winter/riding on a sleigh surely has turned their face beet red, frozen solid, making it impossible to smile, sing, feel… impossible to anything!
Over the river and through the woods
Oh how the wind does blow
It stings the toes and bites the nose
As over the ground we go
Ok, actually, I’m lying. I kinda getta kick outta scraping my windshield when the wind chill is 12 below. And, I’m thankful I don’t have to pay for an amusement park when I can traverse I-435 for 35 miles (each way) daily in ice, snow – where the steering wheel is rendered "as useless as the ti… “.. oh well, you know - sumpin about pig breasts.
Over the river and through the woods
And through the barnyard gate
We seem to go extremely slow
It is so hard to wait.
In truth, I LOVE the $ound of my furnace. Always been a huge fan of incessant. (“She wouldn’t stop talking long enough for me to say ‘nice to meet you’ “).. Should I slip/fall in the driveway? Not to worry, scads more padding than as a child. And, when I do, kinda gets me giggling, as in “oh shit, I hope no one saw that”… Giggling is good.
HEY! I GOTTA GOOD IDEA!.. Since winter driving is much more hazardous, what with the wind, the blowing snow, the foggy windshield, icing, sheet-of-ice roads – LET’S SET THE CLOCKS UP AN HOUR so we can add darkness to the mix of driving home! Hell yeah!
Over the river and through the woods
Now Grandmother's cap I spy
Hooray for the fun
Is the pudding done?
Hooray for the pumpkin pie
Hooray for the fun
Is the pudding done?
Hooray for the pumpkin pie
Hooray!
I know. I’m blessed to be here at all. I, inspitea thinking occasionally “the bastard leaks” truly am a glass half full kinda person. I know too “like it or lump it.” Winter is the halftime of an exciting game. The long line to get ones license plates renewed. The walking into an overflowing restaurant and signing up as “last name, Starving, party of two.”
If it weren’t for bad, there’d be no good, comprende. Hell/heaven. Worry/rejoice. Repel/attract. Fearful/sanguine (don’t be impressed, I Googled antonyms)..
Honestly, I am thankful. I do enjoy winter (from out my living room window). I am lucky to be here. Happy even…..
Did someone say pumpkin pie? Love, Victurd.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
GivingThanks…..
I am thankful for much: Sure, family/friends. Other stuff too.
The big ole moon on the horizon just after dusk.. Fritos… Smiles pointed at me. Smiles, pointed at others. The eyeballs behind the mask, outstretched hands, of the 3’ tall trick-or-treater…
The personalities of dogs… the whimsical ways of cats.. Facebook, the “Directory Assistance” of present day for connecting with friends from yesteryear..
Sports.. rivalries.. the banter associated therein.. Remote control.. Mute.. Cubicle walls.. Coffee.. Walking into McDonalds virtually every morning, seeing the smiling face, and my $2.80 order already rang up by the time I reach the register..
Newspaper.. Surfing.. Sudoku.. Solitaire.. Sticky notes.. Copy and paste.. a “fun” email in my inbox.. a sent, “fun” email..
Things from leftfield.. a handshake.. a “hi”.. giving/receiving “five”.. Summer.. Spring.. Fall… (gulp), Winter.. My car battery.. Blankets, comforters, house-slippers..
Dryer sheets.. my portable razor.. blank Word docs… backspacing.. correction tape.. the DJ who keeps me in stiches on the way to work… the DJ who seemingly has the same taste in music that makes my drive home cinchy…
Thankful that I can still think, talk, write, hear, see, feel..
Pecan pie.. Butterfingers.. Burnt ends.. The “like” button.. my debit card.. pay at the pump.. caller ID.. rain, snow, lightning, thunder from indoors.. sunshine, out in it..
The men and women of our armed forces.. Freedom.. Peace.. People my age.. people that are older.. people that are younger.. fraternity brothers.. coworkers, present/past.. even Bortko’s trivia games..
Youtube.. CD’s.. PDF’s, TIFF’s, JPEG’s..
Personalities – and the differences therein.. strong beliefs, and the respect to disagree/agree.. fervor.. love.. that feeling inside where something makes me emotionally “well up”, and then I remember “geesh, I’m 58”… and then I remember, who gives a crap, I’ll well up whenever I wanna well up and THANK GOD I FEEL!
Space heaters.. furnaces.. faucets.. mirrors (mosta the time)..
Hugs, kisses, backrubs.. Sneaking under the covers upon conclusion of the fun day, saying a prayer – and awakening some hours later – thankful to do it allover again.
I am thankful for all of my yesterdays, the joy, people, places, things, inventions within.. I anxiously look forward to what tomorrow brings.. I am thankful for that hope.
(Here’s where I close my eyes.. give thought to my mother, father, sister, grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles,friends – gone.. to remind myself how precious life is – hopefully making it that much easier to ward off the “yuck” ‘cause we just don’t know how long the wonderful will last.)
Happy Thanksgiving.. Love, Victurd..
The big ole moon on the horizon just after dusk.. Fritos… Smiles pointed at me. Smiles, pointed at others. The eyeballs behind the mask, outstretched hands, of the 3’ tall trick-or-treater…
The personalities of dogs… the whimsical ways of cats.. Facebook, the “Directory Assistance” of present day for connecting with friends from yesteryear..
Sports.. rivalries.. the banter associated therein.. Remote control.. Mute.. Cubicle walls.. Coffee.. Walking into McDonalds virtually every morning, seeing the smiling face, and my $2.80 order already rang up by the time I reach the register..
Newspaper.. Surfing.. Sudoku.. Solitaire.. Sticky notes.. Copy and paste.. a “fun” email in my inbox.. a sent, “fun” email..
Things from leftfield.. a handshake.. a “hi”.. giving/receiving “five”.. Summer.. Spring.. Fall… (gulp), Winter.. My car battery.. Blankets, comforters, house-slippers..
Dryer sheets.. my portable razor.. blank Word docs… backspacing.. correction tape.. the DJ who keeps me in stiches on the way to work… the DJ who seemingly has the same taste in music that makes my drive home cinchy…
Thankful that I can still think, talk, write, hear, see, feel..
Pecan pie.. Butterfingers.. Burnt ends.. The “like” button.. my debit card.. pay at the pump.. caller ID.. rain, snow, lightning, thunder from indoors.. sunshine, out in it..
The men and women of our armed forces.. Freedom.. Peace.. People my age.. people that are older.. people that are younger.. fraternity brothers.. coworkers, present/past.. even Bortko’s trivia games..
Youtube.. CD’s.. PDF’s, TIFF’s, JPEG’s..
Personalities – and the differences therein.. strong beliefs, and the respect to disagree/agree.. fervor.. love.. that feeling inside where something makes me emotionally “well up”, and then I remember “geesh, I’m 58”… and then I remember, who gives a crap, I’ll well up whenever I wanna well up and THANK GOD I FEEL!
Space heaters.. furnaces.. faucets.. mirrors (mosta the time)..
Hugs, kisses, backrubs.. Sneaking under the covers upon conclusion of the fun day, saying a prayer – and awakening some hours later – thankful to do it allover again.
I am thankful for all of my yesterdays, the joy, people, places, things, inventions within.. I anxiously look forward to what tomorrow brings.. I am thankful for that hope.
(Here’s where I close my eyes.. give thought to my mother, father, sister, grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles,friends – gone.. to remind myself how precious life is – hopefully making it that much easier to ward off the “yuck” ‘cause we just don’t know how long the wonderful will last.)
Happy Thanksgiving.. Love, Victurd..
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Chet’s nuts roasting on an open fire…..
Sorry, I ain’t the number one fan of winter. SAD. Or, that’s what they say. THIS ‘affect’ I know. The new moniker for depression in the winter is “Seasonal Affective Disorder.”
I’m much cozier with GDIHWACWFITGO. (Gosh Darn I Hate Winter And Can’t Wait For It To Get Over.) And this crap JUST started.
Winter makes me sluggish. I get food cravings. I can’t do my regular outdoor exercise, so I run to the fridge. (Victor, wheninthehell was the last time you did “regular outdoor exercise?”)… Oh, I dunno.. Tween my junior and senior years I spose. (What I thought.)
The shorter days mess with our body clock… our little brain is in overdrive trying to produce melatonin – a hormone that regulates the body/clock.. sleep patterns, AND is linked to depression. SAD.
A chicky at work has already written in FB “Kids are already driving me nuts and its not even winter yet.... What is it that I have done to make them this way... I am glad everyone else thinks they are great because I think that they are terrors.. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day..”
Patience is shorter. Days shorter. Shorter path to fridge. Tendency to “I think I’ll sit this one out and hunker down under this fabulous comforter.”.. Average dude gains 6-7 lbs in winter. SAD.
Move, right? I likes it here. No, not extremely fond of winters – but me thinks just by having winter we get a tad more appreciation for Spring, Summer, Fall.
Driving in it is poopy. The preparation just to get to the point where you can drive (scooping sidewalks, scraping windows, letting engine run to make sure icicles don’t form on you en route.)
Check coolant. Check battery. Get tuneup. Check wipers. Fill tank. Fill washer fluid. Carry sand bags. Get snow tires. Carry supplies. Have your phone. Tire chains. Clean off your car. Go slow.
Winter driving. Yuck. The consequences can be very dire. You could end up sliding towards a guard rail wondering if your affairs are in order, or, as Dave Barry would say, stuck on a deserted road and then passing through the digestive system of wolves.
SAD. Happy does happen during SAD (Thanksgiving, Christmas, football, HS kids basketball.. least, that’s my list).. but I oh-so look forward to Spring. Hop, skip, jump perty please.
Oh well. Here we go. Reckon should simply be thankful for even getting another winter. Why couldn’t our Keeper have made it so WE hibernate too? I wouldn’t mind. I enjoy sleep.
In reality – I love winter. Special stuff happens where there’s no time other in the year to ‘get into the spirit’.. to recognize and espouse “Thanks.” Mostly happy, sometimes SAD.
Slip slidin’ away. Love, Victurd
I’m much cozier with GDIHWACWFITGO. (Gosh Darn I Hate Winter And Can’t Wait For It To Get Over.) And this crap JUST started.
Winter makes me sluggish. I get food cravings. I can’t do my regular outdoor exercise, so I run to the fridge. (Victor, wheninthehell was the last time you did “regular outdoor exercise?”)… Oh, I dunno.. Tween my junior and senior years I spose. (What I thought.)
The shorter days mess with our body clock… our little brain is in overdrive trying to produce melatonin – a hormone that regulates the body/clock.. sleep patterns, AND is linked to depression. SAD.
A chicky at work has already written in FB “Kids are already driving me nuts and its not even winter yet.... What is it that I have done to make them this way... I am glad everyone else thinks they are great because I think that they are terrors.. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day..”
Patience is shorter. Days shorter. Shorter path to fridge. Tendency to “I think I’ll sit this one out and hunker down under this fabulous comforter.”.. Average dude gains 6-7 lbs in winter. SAD.
Move, right? I likes it here. No, not extremely fond of winters – but me thinks just by having winter we get a tad more appreciation for Spring, Summer, Fall.
Driving in it is poopy. The preparation just to get to the point where you can drive (scooping sidewalks, scraping windows, letting engine run to make sure icicles don’t form on you en route.)
Check coolant. Check battery. Get tuneup. Check wipers. Fill tank. Fill washer fluid. Carry sand bags. Get snow tires. Carry supplies. Have your phone. Tire chains. Clean off your car. Go slow.
Winter driving. Yuck. The consequences can be very dire. You could end up sliding towards a guard rail wondering if your affairs are in order, or, as Dave Barry would say, stuck on a deserted road and then passing through the digestive system of wolves.
SAD. Happy does happen during SAD (Thanksgiving, Christmas, football, HS kids basketball.. least, that’s my list).. but I oh-so look forward to Spring. Hop, skip, jump perty please.
Oh well. Here we go. Reckon should simply be thankful for even getting another winter. Why couldn’t our Keeper have made it so WE hibernate too? I wouldn’t mind. I enjoy sleep.
In reality – I love winter. Special stuff happens where there’s no time other in the year to ‘get into the spirit’.. to recognize and espouse “Thanks.” Mostly happy, sometimes SAD.
Slip slidin’ away. Love, Victurd
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Last leg……
Interesting term. When I Google a word, phrase, I am literally addicted and research every Merriam, MacMillan, Wiki, Yourdictionary, TheFreeDictionary, Tom, Dick, Harry to absorb all I can learn. Kinda like seeing a chick you really think is hot… “lemme peek at this woman from each, every, aspect, angle.” (Oink, sorry….. kinda)…
One of ‘em told me: “To be "on your last leg" is to be near the end; near collapse. You have scarce resources left to complete something. "Our old family dog is on her last leg (meaning tired, near death). The "leg" here can be interpreted in two ways. First, comparing a leg to the tired or injured legs of a person or an animal after extended effort; there is not much left to stand on.
Another mentioned: synonyms.. = done in…… dying…. Elderly… moribound.. (Quick editor’s note if I may.. as my father reached this stage, my wonderful niece/hubby stepped in to so, so beautifully to assist. I have always loved them, will always love them, and I hope they know how much I truly CHERISH them making my father’s last leg, enjoyable, comfy, fun. Assistance with EVERYTHING. Love you Valerie, Darren.)
We are all selfish. We are. May not admit it, but, each and every thing that rolls our way, passes through our ears, sneaks from our eyeballs to our brains, we think “how does this relate to ME?”…
Fitty-something, UPPER fitty-something, is a scary, wonderful thing. We’re somewhere ‘tween Rod White’s stopwatch in 5th grade running the fitty yard dash – and Shady Acres. We like to think we’re closer to Mabel Weakley, but in reality, we’re probably closer to Mabel Weakley. HUH? (You’da had to been a Libertyite to ‘get’ that one, sorry)…
Knowing, last leg on horizon, it gives us this frenetic pace……… “Gotta do this”,,, “Gotta see that”…. “Gotta go there”…. “BY GOD I am NOT too young to do that… WATCH ME”… “The sun is setting, so to speak… come on, LET’S GO!”…..
So… with a shout out to Bonita Allen (it’s another Liberty thing) we “go like sixty”… Our brain tugs our sleeve, says “you go guy/girl… you’re only a few years removed from High School football, Glee Club, Stayton’s drafting class, Hartley’s drama club, GO….” And we do. Our brain is in high gear, our body later tells us “You dumbass… the hell were you thinkin?”
As onea the Merriam/MacMillian/Wiki’s pointed out, “last legs (of a person or thing) worn out; exhausted.”… We’re at the age, mebbe not in the know of “last leg of life”, but very definitely guilty when it comes to “last leg of the day.”
Another onea the Mc/Mac/Wik “I know every damn thing – just ask me” websites likened last leg to penniless. I was married to two brilliant women for mosta my “after school years.”.. Reality socked me in the face awhile back.. “I gotta do WHAT?... BUDGET?... the hell’s that? Ain’t that whar you getta rental car?”…….So, trust me, I very well know “last leg/penniless”…
Applies to appliances, cars, gizmo’s, weedeaters, lawn mowers, chain saws, battery’s, computers, et al. Last leg happens...
A "leg" is also a counting word for a segment of a long journey. "I would be glad to sell you my car, but I must tell you that it is on its last leg."
Company picnic. Family picnic. Thanksgiving. Chicken, turkey. OF COURSE, last leg is a wonderful thing!
And of course…….. the last leg of the trip. The traveling salesman. The vacation. Refreshing, relaxing, return to normalcy, while mebbe outta sync… a good, sad, happy, restful, tiring thing.
Please know: I am on the last leg of this blog. For all you perverts out there who thought they’d learn Victor’s” last leg” – funny ha ha.
For those born roundabout when I was, God Bless – I hope this is a very long, last leg. A memorable one. Life ain’t over – we’re just gettin’ to the best part.
Love, Victurd.
One of ‘em told me: “To be "on your last leg" is to be near the end; near collapse. You have scarce resources left to complete something. "Our old family dog is on her last leg (meaning tired, near death). The "leg" here can be interpreted in two ways. First, comparing a leg to the tired or injured legs of a person or an animal after extended effort; there is not much left to stand on.
Another mentioned: synonyms.. = done in…… dying…. Elderly… moribound.. (Quick editor’s note if I may.. as my father reached this stage, my wonderful niece/hubby stepped in to so, so beautifully to assist. I have always loved them, will always love them, and I hope they know how much I truly CHERISH them making my father’s last leg, enjoyable, comfy, fun. Assistance with EVERYTHING. Love you Valerie, Darren.)
We are all selfish. We are. May not admit it, but, each and every thing that rolls our way, passes through our ears, sneaks from our eyeballs to our brains, we think “how does this relate to ME?”…
Fitty-something, UPPER fitty-something, is a scary, wonderful thing. We’re somewhere ‘tween Rod White’s stopwatch in 5th grade running the fitty yard dash – and Shady Acres. We like to think we’re closer to Mabel Weakley, but in reality, we’re probably closer to Mabel Weakley. HUH? (You’da had to been a Libertyite to ‘get’ that one, sorry)…
Knowing, last leg on horizon, it gives us this frenetic pace……… “Gotta do this”,,, “Gotta see that”…. “Gotta go there”…. “BY GOD I am NOT too young to do that… WATCH ME”… “The sun is setting, so to speak… come on, LET’S GO!”…..
So… with a shout out to Bonita Allen (it’s another Liberty thing) we “go like sixty”… Our brain tugs our sleeve, says “you go guy/girl… you’re only a few years removed from High School football, Glee Club, Stayton’s drafting class, Hartley’s drama club, GO….” And we do. Our brain is in high gear, our body later tells us “You dumbass… the hell were you thinkin?”
As onea the Merriam/MacMillian/Wiki’s pointed out, “last legs (of a person or thing) worn out; exhausted.”… We’re at the age, mebbe not in the know of “last leg of life”, but very definitely guilty when it comes to “last leg of the day.”
Another onea the Mc/Mac/Wik “I know every damn thing – just ask me” websites likened last leg to penniless. I was married to two brilliant women for mosta my “after school years.”.. Reality socked me in the face awhile back.. “I gotta do WHAT?... BUDGET?... the hell’s that? Ain’t that whar you getta rental car?”…….So, trust me, I very well know “last leg/penniless”…
Applies to appliances, cars, gizmo’s, weedeaters, lawn mowers, chain saws, battery’s, computers, et al. Last leg happens...
A "leg" is also a counting word for a segment of a long journey. "I would be glad to sell you my car, but I must tell you that it is on its last leg."
Company picnic. Family picnic. Thanksgiving. Chicken, turkey. OF COURSE, last leg is a wonderful thing!
And of course…….. the last leg of the trip. The traveling salesman. The vacation. Refreshing, relaxing, return to normalcy, while mebbe outta sync… a good, sad, happy, restful, tiring thing.
Please know: I am on the last leg of this blog. For all you perverts out there who thought they’d learn Victor’s” last leg” – funny ha ha.
For those born roundabout when I was, God Bless – I hope this is a very long, last leg. A memorable one. Life ain’t over – we’re just gettin’ to the best part.
Love, Victurd.
Oh well....
Can't help about the shape I'm in
Can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin
Got to work today… thought… “Didn’t we just do this yesterday?”.. Tuesdays are poopy. No direction. Ground control to Major Tom (Victor, you can’t do two songs in one blog.).. Oh well. Sorry. I’m sorry. So sorry, that I was such a fool. (VICTOR!).. OK!
Don't ask me what I think of you
Might not give the answer that you want me to
Blah, as in blasé. Tuesday… What is it good for – ah absolutely nothing. (Geez Louise Victor)… I mean, still feeling the effects of the weekend. (Someone learn me on the effect/affect thing.. I may have fect’ed it up)… Too far away from Friday/wahoo. Tuesdays are dull. Boring. Sleepy. Have to’s. Go with motion, not emotion. Yuck, patooey.
Tuesday, afternoon, I'm just beginning to see, now I'm on my way. It doesn't matter to me, chasing the clouds away. Something, calls to me. (I give up.) Oh well.
Now, when I talked to God I knew He'd understand
He said, "Stick by my side and I'll be your guiding hand”
Church - Sunday huh? Did you realize, if we did away with Tuesdays, that would give us 8 additional Sundays to worship? We’d all be more Saintly. Oh when the Saints… (where’s my gun, just shoot me).. NO. TUESDAYS ARE WORTHLESS!.. (Victor.. if you were “Worth”less, you’d only be 34 years old.) Funny ha-ha. Inside yoke, Ex last name Worth.. Fitty-eight minus 24 yr marriage = 34.
Don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
Oh well. Got no choice. Must live thru Tuesday to get to the funner ones. Awaken me when it’s over. Love, Victurd.
Can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin
Got to work today… thought… “Didn’t we just do this yesterday?”.. Tuesdays are poopy. No direction. Ground control to Major Tom (Victor, you can’t do two songs in one blog.).. Oh well. Sorry. I’m sorry. So sorry, that I was such a fool. (VICTOR!).. OK!
Don't ask me what I think of you
Might not give the answer that you want me to
Blah, as in blasé. Tuesday… What is it good for – ah absolutely nothing. (Geez Louise Victor)… I mean, still feeling the effects of the weekend. (Someone learn me on the effect/affect thing.. I may have fect’ed it up)… Too far away from Friday/wahoo. Tuesdays are dull. Boring. Sleepy. Have to’s. Go with motion, not emotion. Yuck, patooey.
Tuesday, afternoon, I'm just beginning to see, now I'm on my way. It doesn't matter to me, chasing the clouds away. Something, calls to me. (I give up.) Oh well.
Now, when I talked to God I knew He'd understand
He said, "Stick by my side and I'll be your guiding hand”
Church - Sunday huh? Did you realize, if we did away with Tuesdays, that would give us 8 additional Sundays to worship? We’d all be more Saintly. Oh when the Saints… (where’s my gun, just shoot me).. NO. TUESDAYS ARE WORTHLESS!.. (Victor.. if you were “Worth”less, you’d only be 34 years old.) Funny ha-ha. Inside yoke, Ex last name Worth.. Fitty-eight minus 24 yr marriage = 34.
Don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
Oh well. Got no choice. Must live thru Tuesday to get to the funner ones. Awaken me when it’s over. Love, Victurd.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
A disgrace to embrace?
Loving life……
Last blog thingy I did was basically in jest. Sure, life hands us the ‘downs’, it’s seemingly how one reacts to that – and I kinda-sorta with tongue in cheek, mebbe kinda-sorta periodically not with tongue in cheek wrote - and – lovingly received the following guidance: “you need a hobby”… and… “Find the joy in life, and embrace it.”
So, again, I blog to myself, hitchhikers welcome… a brief diddy on why I DO love life.
I love motion. Mine. Others. Athletes. Animals. Regular people, not so regular people. Old folks, young folks.
I love emotion. Many, many an occasion I get choked up over something perty cool. Usedta bug me – no more. I have come to recognize “feel good” is way OK, and if includes tearing up, momentarily being unable to talk: far out.
I love devotion. Sure, religion, but moreso – family. Loved ones. Coworkers. Bosses. Favorite athletic teams. Child, children.
I am in awe of the wisdom of some folks, especially my elders. Once admittedly hardheaded – now I’m all ears in listening to advice, suggestion. Life, in and of itself, is a learning thing – yet I’m so thankful for the many that have ‘educated me’ in the various aspects of life. Some by example, some by suggestion. Some, simply by opting not to do something "agin’ their morals."
I love laughter. Some may say “too light”, nomme. “Fun” should be “work”. Out with friends, buddies, playing softball, the smiles should way overtake dead seriousness (whilst still staying on task, staying “in the game”, etc.)
Sure, I miss romance – but I drive on the highway of belief “I’ve yet to be in the most wonderful relationship I’ve ever been in.” If for some reason that doesn’t happen, I don’t worry because I’ve “made” some wonderful “folds” above either side of my mouth/nose, from having/leading a smiley life.
I love “beliefs”. Older I get, quicker I am to yap, speak my peace if I see/hear the contrary. Set in my ways? Mebbe. I prefer to think of it as convictions. Like, the good treatment of people, animals. I would not hesitate to let a higher up (or fellow worker) know “I thought you treated that person really poorly.” I firmly believe, right is right.
I love passion. About whatever. Facebook is full of passion. It’s a springboard for it. May not always agree, but I respect all folks for their passion about whatever it is they are passionite about. Religion. Politics. Even Farmville.
I love to eat, drink, breathe, laugh, play, hear stories, tell stories, see reactions, react. I love all folks, no matter the dollar (or lack thereof) in their pocket, their position (or lack thereof), their religious beliefs (or non-belief), their color, their homeland, their whatever.
Embrace is/was a wonderful suggestion. If only only folks knew how much I do so embrace life.
Honest, the corners of my mouth are virtually pointed upward 24/7. In the rare moments they ain’t, I’d happily stand on my head! Paraphrasing Al “I played high school football” Bundy, “I still play softball!” I COULD still stand on my head if needed.
Have a blessed day, I’m gonna, inspitea the every day trials/tribulations – I embrace life wholeheartedly.
Love, Victurd.
Last blog thingy I did was basically in jest. Sure, life hands us the ‘downs’, it’s seemingly how one reacts to that – and I kinda-sorta with tongue in cheek, mebbe kinda-sorta periodically not with tongue in cheek wrote - and – lovingly received the following guidance: “you need a hobby”… and… “Find the joy in life, and embrace it.”
So, again, I blog to myself, hitchhikers welcome… a brief diddy on why I DO love life.
I love motion. Mine. Others. Athletes. Animals. Regular people, not so regular people. Old folks, young folks.
I love emotion. Many, many an occasion I get choked up over something perty cool. Usedta bug me – no more. I have come to recognize “feel good” is way OK, and if includes tearing up, momentarily being unable to talk: far out.
I love devotion. Sure, religion, but moreso – family. Loved ones. Coworkers. Bosses. Favorite athletic teams. Child, children.
I am in awe of the wisdom of some folks, especially my elders. Once admittedly hardheaded – now I’m all ears in listening to advice, suggestion. Life, in and of itself, is a learning thing – yet I’m so thankful for the many that have ‘educated me’ in the various aspects of life. Some by example, some by suggestion. Some, simply by opting not to do something "agin’ their morals."
I love laughter. Some may say “too light”, nomme. “Fun” should be “work”. Out with friends, buddies, playing softball, the smiles should way overtake dead seriousness (whilst still staying on task, staying “in the game”, etc.)
Sure, I miss romance – but I drive on the highway of belief “I’ve yet to be in the most wonderful relationship I’ve ever been in.” If for some reason that doesn’t happen, I don’t worry because I’ve “made” some wonderful “folds” above either side of my mouth/nose, from having/leading a smiley life.
I love “beliefs”. Older I get, quicker I am to yap, speak my peace if I see/hear the contrary. Set in my ways? Mebbe. I prefer to think of it as convictions. Like, the good treatment of people, animals. I would not hesitate to let a higher up (or fellow worker) know “I thought you treated that person really poorly.” I firmly believe, right is right.
I love passion. About whatever. Facebook is full of passion. It’s a springboard for it. May not always agree, but I respect all folks for their passion about whatever it is they are passionite about. Religion. Politics. Even Farmville.
I love to eat, drink, breathe, laugh, play, hear stories, tell stories, see reactions, react. I love all folks, no matter the dollar (or lack thereof) in their pocket, their position (or lack thereof), their religious beliefs (or non-belief), their color, their homeland, their whatever.
Embrace is/was a wonderful suggestion. If only only folks knew how much I do so embrace life.
Honest, the corners of my mouth are virtually pointed upward 24/7. In the rare moments they ain’t, I’d happily stand on my head! Paraphrasing Al “I played high school football” Bundy, “I still play softball!” I COULD still stand on my head if needed.
Have a blessed day, I’m gonna, inspitea the every day trials/tribulations – I embrace life wholeheartedly.
Love, Victurd.
Oh Lord I’m bored……
Wish I were somewhere sunny, glass’a wine and a honey..
Hurry up 3pm, Chiefs gotta win….Can’t wait all day, Understand it’s a sin, to wish time away
In the frozen tundra we sit, Facebook rather boring this morning… stuck without wit, amidst winter mourning…
The pessimist complains about the wind, the optimist expects it to change, adjusts the sails. (Ill bitch where and when, from this tundra range, kma, my aches and my ails.)
It’s better to be an optimist who is sometimes wrong, than a pessimist who is always right…. (Bite me sonny I say all along, it’s you it’s you it’s you, who’s starting this fight…)
(Emily Dickinson) “We turn not older with years but newer every day.” (Bite me woman, that’s not what my mirror’s got to say.)
A pessimist sees only the dark side of the clouds, and mopes; a philosopher sees both sides, and shrugs; an optimist doesn't see the clouds at all - he's walking on them. … (Then come’ on let’s go, wit’ my buddy the pilot O’dowds.. Will take some plane rides, give you some hugs, let you out to walk on the clouds, ha ha, ahem.)
(JFK)… When you have seven percent unemployed, you have ninety-three percent working.. (and the 7% stealing, on welfare, robbing, looting and lurking)
Ok, just kidding, happy today. Brrrrrr, tis cold, I wish that away.
Blower fan out on car, seems it’s always a fight……. Now see why named, checkenginelight?
Red rover red rover, send Victor right over……….. Ah, thanks but no thanks, gonna go roll back over.. Start day again, I hope with a grin. Enjoy ‘funnin’ bout anti and bad… know though, makes others sad.
Lest I gest… and know this blog ain’t the best. Time on my hands, ice on my windshield. Sorry for bein’ grumpy – really should yield.
I’m positive I’m positive beyond a reasonable doubt… sometimes just come here, to let the grump out.
Ok, I’ll try to end a little more postive….
I love my dentist’s office, it’s the one place that wants me to open my mouth.
Three out of two people have trouble with fractions.
Enjoy the moment. Goody goody gumdrops.
I’m a guy. Emotional sensitivity is an alien concept.
Ok, sorry, going to roll back over. Damn it’s cold. Rich, divorced, fitty-something blonde…. Call me… 867-5309
Love, Victurd.
Wish I were somewhere sunny, glass’a wine and a honey..
Hurry up 3pm, Chiefs gotta win….Can’t wait all day, Understand it’s a sin, to wish time away
In the frozen tundra we sit, Facebook rather boring this morning… stuck without wit, amidst winter mourning…
The pessimist complains about the wind, the optimist expects it to change, adjusts the sails. (Ill bitch where and when, from this tundra range, kma, my aches and my ails.)
It’s better to be an optimist who is sometimes wrong, than a pessimist who is always right…. (Bite me sonny I say all along, it’s you it’s you it’s you, who’s starting this fight…)
(Emily Dickinson) “We turn not older with years but newer every day.” (Bite me woman, that’s not what my mirror’s got to say.)
A pessimist sees only the dark side of the clouds, and mopes; a philosopher sees both sides, and shrugs; an optimist doesn't see the clouds at all - he's walking on them. … (Then come’ on let’s go, wit’ my buddy the pilot O’dowds.. Will take some plane rides, give you some hugs, let you out to walk on the clouds, ha ha, ahem.)
(JFK)… When you have seven percent unemployed, you have ninety-three percent working.. (and the 7% stealing, on welfare, robbing, looting and lurking)
Ok, just kidding, happy today. Brrrrrr, tis cold, I wish that away.
Blower fan out on car, seems it’s always a fight……. Now see why named, checkenginelight?
Red rover red rover, send Victor right over……….. Ah, thanks but no thanks, gonna go roll back over.. Start day again, I hope with a grin. Enjoy ‘funnin’ bout anti and bad… know though, makes others sad.
Lest I gest… and know this blog ain’t the best. Time on my hands, ice on my windshield. Sorry for bein’ grumpy – really should yield.
I’m positive I’m positive beyond a reasonable doubt… sometimes just come here, to let the grump out.
Ok, I’ll try to end a little more postive….
I love my dentist’s office, it’s the one place that wants me to open my mouth.
Three out of two people have trouble with fractions.
Enjoy the moment. Goody goody gumdrops.
I’m a guy. Emotional sensitivity is an alien concept.
Ok, sorry, going to roll back over. Damn it’s cold. Rich, divorced, fitty-something blonde…. Call me… 867-5309
Love, Victurd.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
If I said you had a beautiful body would you hold it against me... (or.. ALL stolen..didn't entendre too.. but, need some fun sometimes!)
What did Bill Gates’ wife learn to her horror on their wedding night? Where he got the name “Micro soft.”
I hate alcohol. I can’t stand drinking—I keep falling down.
In the land of pencils, Number 2 is Number One.
“Turn left here.”
“Right here?”
“No left.”
“I mean, ‘Left here?’”
“Right.”
Me working at store: Do you want me to put that in a bag?
Female customer: Yes please.
Me: Do you want a regular sized one or a huge one?
Customer: I want a huge one, do you have a huge one?
Me: Oh, I've got a huge one alright.
Ambidextrous…. turn a pirouette….. retrace one's steps
I used to be Snow White, but I drifted
A boy answers the phone. The caller asks, "Where are your parents?"
"They ain't here!"
"Come on, son. Where's your grammar?"
"My gramma ain't here neither. She's gone to church!"
The Biggest Loser…
A cunning linguist….
"What is the difference between ignorance and apathy?" "I don't know and I don't care".
Ted Walsh - Horse Racing Commentator - "This is really a lovely horse. I once rode her mother."
Harry Carpenter at the Oxford-Cambridge boat race 1977 - "Ah, isn't that nice. The wife of the Cambridge President is kissing the Cox of the Oxford crew."
Steve Ryder covering the US Masters: "Ballesteros felt much better today after a 69 yesterday."
Mike Hallett discussing missed snooker shots on Sky Sports: "Stephen Hendry jumps on Steve Davis's misses every chance he gets."
Pat Glenn, weightlifting commentator - "And this is Gregoriava from Bulgaria. I saw her snatch this morning and it was amazing!"
Some people add "in bed" to the ends of the sayings in fortune cookies, giving them sexual connotations (e.g., "You will have a happy, prosperous life...in bed.").
"My inbox cannot take your projection"
"Leave my inbox alone!"
"Man who run in front of car get tired"
"Man who run behind car get exhausted"
"Virginity like bubble. One prick - all gone!"
"Man who farts in church sits in own pew."
"Man who fight with wife all day, get no piece at night!"
"Man who walk through airport turnstile sideways going to Bangkok"
Kids in the back seat of cars cause accidents - accidents in the back seat of cars cause kids.
Woman who fly plane upside down have crack up.
Man with four balls can't walk
I can't leave her behind alone.
Everyone has a photographic memory. Some don’t have film.
I wished the buck stopped here as I could use a few.
Nobody goes there anymore. It’s too crowded.
Its no coincidence that man’s best friend can’t talk.
Isn’t it ironic how,364 days of the year, taking candy from strangers is discouraged, yet on Halloween, it’s encouraged???
One bright morning…
in the middle of the night,
two dead boys came out to fight.
they stood back to back
and faced each other
drew their swords
and shot each other.
the deaf policeman heard the noise
and came to kill
those two dead boys.
If u dont believe my story
its true ask the blind man he saw it too!
Happy day, Victurd.
I hate alcohol. I can’t stand drinking—I keep falling down.
In the land of pencils, Number 2 is Number One.
“Turn left here.”
“Right here?”
“No left.”
“I mean, ‘Left here?’”
“Right.”
Me working at store: Do you want me to put that in a bag?
Female customer: Yes please.
Me: Do you want a regular sized one or a huge one?
Customer: I want a huge one, do you have a huge one?
Me: Oh, I've got a huge one alright.
Ambidextrous…. turn a pirouette….. retrace one's steps
I used to be Snow White, but I drifted
A boy answers the phone. The caller asks, "Where are your parents?"
"They ain't here!"
"Come on, son. Where's your grammar?"
"My gramma ain't here neither. She's gone to church!"
The Biggest Loser…
A cunning linguist….
"What is the difference between ignorance and apathy?" "I don't know and I don't care".
Ted Walsh - Horse Racing Commentator - "This is really a lovely horse. I once rode her mother."
Harry Carpenter at the Oxford-Cambridge boat race 1977 - "Ah, isn't that nice. The wife of the Cambridge President is kissing the Cox of the Oxford crew."
Steve Ryder covering the US Masters: "Ballesteros felt much better today after a 69 yesterday."
Mike Hallett discussing missed snooker shots on Sky Sports: "Stephen Hendry jumps on Steve Davis's misses every chance he gets."
Pat Glenn, weightlifting commentator - "And this is Gregoriava from Bulgaria. I saw her snatch this morning and it was amazing!"
Some people add "in bed" to the ends of the sayings in fortune cookies, giving them sexual connotations (e.g., "You will have a happy, prosperous life...in bed.").
"My inbox cannot take your projection"
"Leave my inbox alone!"
"Man who run in front of car get tired"
"Man who run behind car get exhausted"
"Virginity like bubble. One prick - all gone!"
"Man who farts in church sits in own pew."
"Man who fight with wife all day, get no piece at night!"
"Man who walk through airport turnstile sideways going to Bangkok"
Kids in the back seat of cars cause accidents - accidents in the back seat of cars cause kids.
Woman who fly plane upside down have crack up.
Man with four balls can't walk
I can't leave her behind alone.
Everyone has a photographic memory. Some don’t have film.
I wished the buck stopped here as I could use a few.
Nobody goes there anymore. It’s too crowded.
Its no coincidence that man’s best friend can’t talk.
Isn’t it ironic how,364 days of the year, taking candy from strangers is discouraged, yet on Halloween, it’s encouraged???
One bright morning…
in the middle of the night,
two dead boys came out to fight.
they stood back to back
and faced each other
drew their swords
and shot each other.
the deaf policeman heard the noise
and came to kill
those two dead boys.
If u dont believe my story
its true ask the blind man he saw it too!
Happy day, Victurd.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Unread/Deleted….
The times, they’re a changin’. Back in the day of singledom, u simply passed a note in the hallway. Looked their tele up in the phone book, called. Today, for old farts, it’s online dating sites. Still takes some gumption to make that initial leap – but, semi easy to do so from home, infronta the monitor.
So I leaped. Seen’a perty one (to me). Liked what she had to say in her ‘introduction’. A year older was she, but what the hey, who cares. I leaped. Wrote. Clicked, send.
Fitteen minutes later. “Has she read it yet?”.. “Dunno – go check.”….. Gulp. “Unread/deleted.” Damnit darnit. Shouldn’t, but it does things to your confidence… draws a little anger, shouldn’t. Then, the reactions turn to “ok… what’s wrong with me?”…
Then, finally, laughter. Like, u know, that probably saved me buying dinner, two drinks and dessert. Whew. (And to be fair – I’ve been on the receiving end, someone writes – and “it just ain’t there”… so… no… I don’t “unread/delete” I just simply don’t reply. I’ve made it thru, hopefully they will as well.
Then, I go and do something stupid like the below. Challenge ya to try it, list yours sometime. It’s vely therapuetic.
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things
My nuclear family. My son (and stepson.) My extended family, nieces, cousins, 2nd cousins, etc.. My ex’s. (Shocked? Nah, don’t be… MANY a good year, good time. Like enjoying a movie, but mebbe not specifically the ending.)
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things
Peanut butter sandwich. Burnt ends. Strawberries. Pecan pie. Breakfast, any. Coffee. Dogs, cats. Cats, dogs (to be fair.). School. College. Playing little league. Coaching little league. Softball. Buddies. Banter. Beer. Money.
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things
People watching. A smile. Seeing love between two. A hug, both watching, and being amidst of. The airport. My work now. My coworkers. Facebook. Blogging. Cousin Jeannie’s Mill (words ain’t gonna explain it.).. 449 Miller. William Jewell. The City Park. The Dish.
Carson. Letterman. Andy/Barney. Frazier. Cosby. Al, I played High School Football. Elisabeth Shue. Sarah Jessica Parker. Katherine Ross. George Brett. Bobby Bell. Buck Buchanan. Buck O’Neil. Seinfeld. George Costanza.
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
The Stones. Huey Lewis. Queen. John, Paul, George, Ringo. Ray Charles. Louie Armstrong. Van Morrison. Forrest Gump. Ferris Buehler. Butch/Sundance. Anything with Nicholson.
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
Staying up late. Going to bed early. Being home. Getting away from home. Dark. Light. Email. Comfort. Warmth. Snow, from indoors. A creek, a lake, a river, an ocean. A motel away. My waterbed. Home. Hometown.
And now I don’t feeeeeeeeeeeeel, so bad.
Love, Victurd
So I leaped. Seen’a perty one (to me). Liked what she had to say in her ‘introduction’. A year older was she, but what the hey, who cares. I leaped. Wrote. Clicked, send.
Fitteen minutes later. “Has she read it yet?”.. “Dunno – go check.”….. Gulp. “Unread/deleted.” Damnit darnit. Shouldn’t, but it does things to your confidence… draws a little anger, shouldn’t. Then, the reactions turn to “ok… what’s wrong with me?”…
Then, finally, laughter. Like, u know, that probably saved me buying dinner, two drinks and dessert. Whew. (And to be fair – I’ve been on the receiving end, someone writes – and “it just ain’t there”… so… no… I don’t “unread/delete” I just simply don’t reply. I’ve made it thru, hopefully they will as well.
Then, I go and do something stupid like the below. Challenge ya to try it, list yours sometime. It’s vely therapuetic.
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things
My nuclear family. My son (and stepson.) My extended family, nieces, cousins, 2nd cousins, etc.. My ex’s. (Shocked? Nah, don’t be… MANY a good year, good time. Like enjoying a movie, but mebbe not specifically the ending.)
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things
Peanut butter sandwich. Burnt ends. Strawberries. Pecan pie. Breakfast, any. Coffee. Dogs, cats. Cats, dogs (to be fair.). School. College. Playing little league. Coaching little league. Softball. Buddies. Banter. Beer. Money.
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things
People watching. A smile. Seeing love between two. A hug, both watching, and being amidst of. The airport. My work now. My coworkers. Facebook. Blogging. Cousin Jeannie’s Mill (words ain’t gonna explain it.).. 449 Miller. William Jewell. The City Park. The Dish.
Carson. Letterman. Andy/Barney. Frazier. Cosby. Al, I played High School Football. Elisabeth Shue. Sarah Jessica Parker. Katherine Ross. George Brett. Bobby Bell. Buck Buchanan. Buck O’Neil. Seinfeld. George Costanza.
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
The Stones. Huey Lewis. Queen. John, Paul, George, Ringo. Ray Charles. Louie Armstrong. Van Morrison. Forrest Gump. Ferris Buehler. Butch/Sundance. Anything with Nicholson.
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
Staying up late. Going to bed early. Being home. Getting away from home. Dark. Light. Email. Comfort. Warmth. Snow, from indoors. A creek, a lake, a river, an ocean. A motel away. My waterbed. Home. Hometown.
And now I don’t feeeeeeeeeeeeel, so bad.
Love, Victurd
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
I get sad when I see….
Those that played such HUGE roles in my life – and now I can’t touch them.
Our company moves Military members goods allover the planet. Upon occasion, I’ll open a shipment and see “Bluebark” (deceased).. I thank God for what they’ve done for you/me, yet, am very saddened, and brought back to reality.
And think back to strong relationships from yesteryear – and wonder why we’ve allowed them to lessen.
Humans struggling with everyday things. Grocery. Walking. Communicating.
A loose dog next to 65 MPH traffic.
A family quarrel, the longterm effects thereof, when it should be so much about loving, no matter inlaw/outlaw.
Broken hearts…
Homeless…
Tears…
People that don’t enjoy life…
Those dealing with afflictions…
Those who’ve led such at wonderful, wonderful life, but at their now age, it’s forgotten.
Sheltered folks. Vibrant once, stuck inside now.
People abused, particularly, their reactions thereof.
Ill children.
Prejudice… be it racial, social class, gender, ethnicity, age, disability, political belief, religion, sexual orientation, personal characteristics.
Troubled folks, and no idea how to help them, what to say, do.
Death. Divorce. Disability. Unemployment.
Anger, rage, and inability to deal with normalcy of the day.
Folks that have trouble using the word love.
Folks that have difficulty smiling.
Honest, I’m happy mosta the time, but there are times I wish I had a magic wand. Love, Victurd.
Our company moves Military members goods allover the planet. Upon occasion, I’ll open a shipment and see “Bluebark” (deceased).. I thank God for what they’ve done for you/me, yet, am very saddened, and brought back to reality.
And think back to strong relationships from yesteryear – and wonder why we’ve allowed them to lessen.
Humans struggling with everyday things. Grocery. Walking. Communicating.
A loose dog next to 65 MPH traffic.
A family quarrel, the longterm effects thereof, when it should be so much about loving, no matter inlaw/outlaw.
Broken hearts…
Homeless…
Tears…
People that don’t enjoy life…
Those dealing with afflictions…
Those who’ve led such at wonderful, wonderful life, but at their now age, it’s forgotten.
Sheltered folks. Vibrant once, stuck inside now.
People abused, particularly, their reactions thereof.
Ill children.
Prejudice… be it racial, social class, gender, ethnicity, age, disability, political belief, religion, sexual orientation, personal characteristics.
Troubled folks, and no idea how to help them, what to say, do.
Death. Divorce. Disability. Unemployment.
Anger, rage, and inability to deal with normalcy of the day.
Folks that have trouble using the word love.
Folks that have difficulty smiling.
Honest, I’m happy mosta the time, but there are times I wish I had a magic wand. Love, Victurd.
Time has come today....
Time has come today
Young hearts can go their way
Can't put it off another day
I don't care what others say
They say we don't listen anyway
Time has come today – Time
Seems like just yesterday I was at the City Park, proudly wearing my “Junior Sheriffs” little league uniform… then…recently.. I was standing in line at Mickey D’s.. ordered “Sausage Biscuit and a black coffee”.. and heard back “YESSIR, one Sausage Biscuit and one Senior Coffee coming right up.”.. Damnit, where did it go?
Oh
The rules have changed today -Hey
I have no place to stay - Hey
I'm thinking about the subway - Hey
My love has flown away - Hey
My tears have come and gone - Hey
Oh my Lord, I have to roam - Hey
I have no home - Hey
I have no home - Hey
I do/did have a place to stay – but awhile back, when “S” hit the fan in marriage – she’d temporarily moved in with her sister. Son, prolly 16, was over visiting her. They’d placed a trash bag out in the garage. Apparently, there was a cig still lit that was in the bag – .. hour or so later, yes, “FIRE!.. VICTOR!! FIRE!!!”…….. Oh shit. Wanted to go over, didn’t. Begged the question “EVERYONE OK?”.. “Yes, we’re fine… there’s a lot, I mean A LOT of damage to the house… and the Caddy (Still fairly new, hand me down from her folks), well, it’s totaled.. but physically we’re all fine.”
Few days went by… hadn’t seen her.. Was dropping son off for another visit, she came out to car. Humongous, I’m talkin’ like ‘16 year old’ humongous “hickey” on her neck. I couldn’t help it. “I thought you said no one got burnt in the fire?!”… hehe…. (I abhor, ABHOR conceitedness… but for that special moment, I loved me!)…
The message – time. That was 9 years ago. The hell does it go?
Now the time has come - Time
There's no place to run - Time
I might get burned up by the sun - Time
But I had my fun - Time
I've been loved and put aside - Time
I've been crushed by the tumbling tide - Time
And my soul has been psychedelicized - Time
I’ve had my fun. I have. I hope to continue to have my fun. Victor, you have a tendency to repeat stories, ahem… talk about “time”..
Time does strange things to the body. There’s a lady that works in the local Piggly Wiggly.. many a year ago, me 17-ish, she 30-ish.. I had a mad, mad crush on this “cougar’. I envisioned myself riding with her off into the sunset for a lifetime of beauty, edjumacating me about life – and having the splendor of staring at her all friggin’ day, every day. Woah. Today, not a good thing. Time. Wow.
Time
Now the time has come - Time
There are things to realize - Time
Time has come today - Time
Time has come today – Time
Then, others… for instance, the 40 year HS Class Reunion. Basta’s ain’t changed a lick.. Look THE SAME as they did back in the day. Time, on their side so to speak. Hate ‘em! (jk)
- Time- Time – Time – Time – Time – Time - Time – Time – Time – Time - Time
Oh
Now the time has come - Time
There's no place to run - Time
I might get burned up by the sun - Time
But I had my fun - Time
I've been loved and put aside - Time
I've been crushed by tumbling tide - Time
And my soul has been psychedelicized – Time
I loved, and deeply miss Buck O’Neill. If you don’t know who Buck is, he played baseball in the days prior to the Major Leagues acceptance of blacks in the league. A man of unmistakable dignity – ALWAYS adorned with a wonderful, , affectionate, peaceful, genuine, mile-wide smile. Bitter? Denied opportunities? Nope. In fact, he wrote a book entitled “I Was Right On Time.”
Time
Now the time has come - Time
There are things to realize - Time
Time has come today - Time
Time has come today - Time
Time – Time – Time - Time
Yeah
Time – it flies. Times, they change. I’m thankful for the era I grew up in. I think it’d be rather tough to be a child today. I ain’t in no hurry for time to end – but just glad I ain’t starting anew.
Gotta email from a coworker yesterday about the differences of this time, and that time…. You mighta seen it.. dunno.. anyways, sharing it(Just below)……… as always, have a great time.. Love, Victurd
Scenario 1:
Jack goes quail hunting before school and then pulls into the school parking lot with his shotgun in his truck's gun rack.
1957 - Vice Principal comes over, looks at Jack's shotgun, goes to his car and gets his shotgun to show Jack.
2010 - School goes into lock down, FBI called, Jack hauled off to jail and never sees his truck or gun again. Counselors called in for traumatized students and teachers.
Scenario 2:
Buster and Dale get into a fist fight after school.
1957 - Crowd gathers. Buster wins. Buster and Dale shake hands and
end up buddies.
2010 - Police called and SWAT team arrives -- they arrest both Buster and Dale. They are both charged them with assault and both expelled even though Buster started it.
Scenario 3:
Jeffrey will not be still in class, he disrupts other students.
1957 - Jeffrey sent to the Principal's office and given a good paddling by the Principal. He then returns to class, sits still and does not disrupt class again.
2010 - Jeffrey is given huge doses of Ritalin. He becomes a zombie. He is then tested for ADD. The family gets extra money (SSI) from the government because Jeffrey has a disability.
Scenario 4:
Billy breaks a window in his neighbor's car and his Dad gives him a whipping with his belt.
1957 - Billy is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to college and becomes
a successful businessman.
2010 - Billy's dad is arrested for child abuse. Billy is removed to foster care and joins a gang. The state psychologist is told by Billy's sister that she remembers being abused herself and their dad goes to prison. Billy's mom has an affair with the psychologist.
Scenario 5:
Mark gets a headache and takes some aspirin to school..
1957 - Mark shares his aspirin with the Principal out on the smoking dock
2010 - The police are called and Mark is expelled from school for drug violations. His car is then searched for drugs and weapons.
Scenario 6:
Johnny takes apart leftover firecrackers from the Fourth of July, puts
them in a model airplane paint bottle and blows up a red ant bed.
1957 - Ants die.
2010 - ATF, Homeland Security and the FBI are all called. Johnny is charged with domestic terrorism. The FBI investigates his parents -- and all siblings are removed from their home and all computers are confiscated. Johnny's dad is placed on a terror watch list and is never allowed to fly again.
Scenario 7:
Johnny falls while running during recess and scrapes his knee He is found
crying by his teacher, Mary. Mary hugs him to comfort him.
1957 - In a short time, Johnny feels better and goes on playing.
2010 - Mary is accused of being a sexual predator and loses her job. She faces 3 years in State Prison. Johnny undergoes 5 years of therapy..
Young hearts can go their way
Can't put it off another day
I don't care what others say
They say we don't listen anyway
Time has come today – Time
Seems like just yesterday I was at the City Park, proudly wearing my “Junior Sheriffs” little league uniform… then…recently.. I was standing in line at Mickey D’s.. ordered “Sausage Biscuit and a black coffee”.. and heard back “YESSIR, one Sausage Biscuit and one Senior Coffee coming right up.”.. Damnit, where did it go?
Oh
The rules have changed today -Hey
I have no place to stay - Hey
I'm thinking about the subway - Hey
My love has flown away - Hey
My tears have come and gone - Hey
Oh my Lord, I have to roam - Hey
I have no home - Hey
I have no home - Hey
I do/did have a place to stay – but awhile back, when “S” hit the fan in marriage – she’d temporarily moved in with her sister. Son, prolly 16, was over visiting her. They’d placed a trash bag out in the garage. Apparently, there was a cig still lit that was in the bag – .. hour or so later, yes, “FIRE!.. VICTOR!! FIRE!!!”…….. Oh shit. Wanted to go over, didn’t. Begged the question “EVERYONE OK?”.. “Yes, we’re fine… there’s a lot, I mean A LOT of damage to the house… and the Caddy (Still fairly new, hand me down from her folks), well, it’s totaled.. but physically we’re all fine.”
Few days went by… hadn’t seen her.. Was dropping son off for another visit, she came out to car. Humongous, I’m talkin’ like ‘16 year old’ humongous “hickey” on her neck. I couldn’t help it. “I thought you said no one got burnt in the fire?!”… hehe…. (I abhor, ABHOR conceitedness… but for that special moment, I loved me!)…
The message – time. That was 9 years ago. The hell does it go?
Now the time has come - Time
There's no place to run - Time
I might get burned up by the sun - Time
But I had my fun - Time
I've been loved and put aside - Time
I've been crushed by the tumbling tide - Time
And my soul has been psychedelicized - Time
I’ve had my fun. I have. I hope to continue to have my fun. Victor, you have a tendency to repeat stories, ahem… talk about “time”..
Time does strange things to the body. There’s a lady that works in the local Piggly Wiggly.. many a year ago, me 17-ish, she 30-ish.. I had a mad, mad crush on this “cougar’. I envisioned myself riding with her off into the sunset for a lifetime of beauty, edjumacating me about life – and having the splendor of staring at her all friggin’ day, every day. Woah. Today, not a good thing. Time. Wow.
Time
Now the time has come - Time
There are things to realize - Time
Time has come today - Time
Time has come today – Time
Then, others… for instance, the 40 year HS Class Reunion. Basta’s ain’t changed a lick.. Look THE SAME as they did back in the day. Time, on their side so to speak. Hate ‘em! (jk)
- Time- Time – Time – Time – Time – Time - Time – Time – Time – Time - Time
Oh
Now the time has come - Time
There's no place to run - Time
I might get burned up by the sun - Time
But I had my fun - Time
I've been loved and put aside - Time
I've been crushed by tumbling tide - Time
And my soul has been psychedelicized – Time
I loved, and deeply miss Buck O’Neill. If you don’t know who Buck is, he played baseball in the days prior to the Major Leagues acceptance of blacks in the league. A man of unmistakable dignity – ALWAYS adorned with a wonderful, , affectionate, peaceful, genuine, mile-wide smile. Bitter? Denied opportunities? Nope. In fact, he wrote a book entitled “I Was Right On Time.”
Time
Now the time has come - Time
There are things to realize - Time
Time has come today - Time
Time has come today - Time
Time – Time – Time - Time
Yeah
Time – it flies. Times, they change. I’m thankful for the era I grew up in. I think it’d be rather tough to be a child today. I ain’t in no hurry for time to end – but just glad I ain’t starting anew.
Gotta email from a coworker yesterday about the differences of this time, and that time…. You mighta seen it.. dunno.. anyways, sharing it(Just below)……… as always, have a great time.. Love, Victurd
Scenario 1:
Jack goes quail hunting before school and then pulls into the school parking lot with his shotgun in his truck's gun rack.
1957 - Vice Principal comes over, looks at Jack's shotgun, goes to his car and gets his shotgun to show Jack.
2010 - School goes into lock down, FBI called, Jack hauled off to jail and never sees his truck or gun again. Counselors called in for traumatized students and teachers.
Scenario 2:
Buster and Dale get into a fist fight after school.
1957 - Crowd gathers. Buster wins. Buster and Dale shake hands and
end up buddies.
2010 - Police called and SWAT team arrives -- they arrest both Buster and Dale. They are both charged them with assault and both expelled even though Buster started it.
Scenario 3:
Jeffrey will not be still in class, he disrupts other students.
1957 - Jeffrey sent to the Principal's office and given a good paddling by the Principal. He then returns to class, sits still and does not disrupt class again.
2010 - Jeffrey is given huge doses of Ritalin. He becomes a zombie. He is then tested for ADD. The family gets extra money (SSI) from the government because Jeffrey has a disability.
Scenario 4:
Billy breaks a window in his neighbor's car and his Dad gives him a whipping with his belt.
1957 - Billy is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to college and becomes
a successful businessman.
2010 - Billy's dad is arrested for child abuse. Billy is removed to foster care and joins a gang. The state psychologist is told by Billy's sister that she remembers being abused herself and their dad goes to prison. Billy's mom has an affair with the psychologist.
Scenario 5:
Mark gets a headache and takes some aspirin to school..
1957 - Mark shares his aspirin with the Principal out on the smoking dock
2010 - The police are called and Mark is expelled from school for drug violations. His car is then searched for drugs and weapons.
Scenario 6:
Johnny takes apart leftover firecrackers from the Fourth of July, puts
them in a model airplane paint bottle and blows up a red ant bed.
1957 - Ants die.
2010 - ATF, Homeland Security and the FBI are all called. Johnny is charged with domestic terrorism. The FBI investigates his parents -- and all siblings are removed from their home and all computers are confiscated. Johnny's dad is placed on a terror watch list and is never allowed to fly again.
Scenario 7:
Johnny falls while running during recess and scrapes his knee He is found
crying by his teacher, Mary. Mary hugs him to comfort him.
1957 - In a short time, Johnny feels better and goes on playing.
2010 - Mary is accused of being a sexual predator and loses her job. She faces 3 years in State Prison. Johnny undergoes 5 years of therapy..
Sunday, November 07, 2010
From the mouths of babes…….
On the first day of school, the Kindergarten teacher said, "If anyone has to go to the bathroom, hold up two fingers." A little voice from the back of the room asked, "How will that help?"
The mouth. Maybe the most miraculous ‘invention’ ever. Eating. Drinking. Breathing. Communicating. Sucking. Facial expression. Secondary sexual function, you know, like kissing. Ok, let’s stop there for now…. perverts.
A Sunday school class was studying the Ten Commandments. They were ready to discuss the last one. The teacher asked if anyone could tell her what it was. Susie raised her hand, stood tall, and quoted, "Thou shall not take the covers off thy neighbor's wife."
A bore is a person who opens his mouth and puts his feats in it. (Henry Ford).. Always do sober what you said you’d do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut. (Charles Scribner, Jr)… Don’t let your mouth write a check that your tail can’t cash. (Bo Diddley)..
A new neighbor asked the little girl next door if she had any brothers and sisters. She replied, "No, I'm the lonely child."
We’re educated by the mouths of others.. we train the mouths of our own children.. We’d be helpless without our mouths in our daily quest to communicate, coexist, compromise, speak our peace, laugh, love.
A three-year-old went with his dad to see a litter of kittens. On returning home, he breathlessly informed his mother there were two boy kittens and two girl kittens. "How did you know?" his mother asked. "Daddy picked them up and looked underneath," he replied. "I think it's printed on the bottom."
From our mouths come impact. “Ask not what our Country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.” (JFK). "Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Walk beside me and be my friend" (Albert Camus) “"Pardonnez-moi, monsieur," (Marie Antoinette, a polite apology she uttered as she stepped on the executioners toes before she was beheaded.) “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
Another three-year old put his shoes on by himself. His mother noticed the left was on the right foot. She said, "Son, your shoes are on the wrong feet." He looked up at her with a raised brow and said, "Don't kid me, Mom. I KNOW they're my feet."
If A equals success, then the formula is A equals X plus Y and Z, with X being work, Y play, and Z keeping your mouth shut. (Einstein.) It’s better to keep your mouth shut and be thought a fool than to open it and remove all doubt. (Twain). A foolish man tells a woman to stop talking, but a wise man tells her that her mouth is extremely beautiful when her lips are closed.
"Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough”…… "No person really decides before they grow up who they're going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you're stuck with."… "Tell your wife that she looks pretty even if she looks like a truck."
I’ve “fer sure” opened my big mouth and said things I regret. Once outta mouth, ya can’t bring it back. I’ve also heard some wonderful things from the mouths of others.. And, thankfully, I believe I’ve said some wonderful things upon occasion to others. Without our mouths – fostering love would be greatly more difficult.
From my beloved 6 year old neighbor, whom had a slight lisp. As we sat down to enjoy our picnic lunch “Can I shit with you guys?”..
I can’t believe I’m quoting a Chickenhawk. Am though. Today’s paper. Yesterday, KU’s football team had their greatest comeback of alltime. 30-some points in the 4th quarter. At halftime, head coach Turner Gill mouthed/emphasized “relentless.” After the game, Gill espoused “Sometimes, words trigger something in people’s minds.”
Watch your mouth. Cover your mouth when coughing/sneezing. Zip it. “Or we’ll wash it out with soap.” He/she’s mouthy.
No fancy words of wisdom for which to end. Just writing (again please remember) to me. Use your mouth wisely. Let it smile at others each and every time you see them. Think for several seconds before ever, ever responding. Don’t fear tossing out the word ‘love’, it’s very much a feel good. Know when enuff is enuff.
Enuff. Love, Victurd.
The mouth. Maybe the most miraculous ‘invention’ ever. Eating. Drinking. Breathing. Communicating. Sucking. Facial expression. Secondary sexual function, you know, like kissing. Ok, let’s stop there for now…. perverts.
A Sunday school class was studying the Ten Commandments. They were ready to discuss the last one. The teacher asked if anyone could tell her what it was. Susie raised her hand, stood tall, and quoted, "Thou shall not take the covers off thy neighbor's wife."
A bore is a person who opens his mouth and puts his feats in it. (Henry Ford).. Always do sober what you said you’d do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut. (Charles Scribner, Jr)… Don’t let your mouth write a check that your tail can’t cash. (Bo Diddley)..
A new neighbor asked the little girl next door if she had any brothers and sisters. She replied, "No, I'm the lonely child."
We’re educated by the mouths of others.. we train the mouths of our own children.. We’d be helpless without our mouths in our daily quest to communicate, coexist, compromise, speak our peace, laugh, love.
A three-year-old went with his dad to see a litter of kittens. On returning home, he breathlessly informed his mother there were two boy kittens and two girl kittens. "How did you know?" his mother asked. "Daddy picked them up and looked underneath," he replied. "I think it's printed on the bottom."
From our mouths come impact. “Ask not what our Country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.” (JFK). "Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Walk beside me and be my friend" (Albert Camus) “"Pardonnez-moi, monsieur," (Marie Antoinette, a polite apology she uttered as she stepped on the executioners toes before she was beheaded.) “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
Another three-year old put his shoes on by himself. His mother noticed the left was on the right foot. She said, "Son, your shoes are on the wrong feet." He looked up at her with a raised brow and said, "Don't kid me, Mom. I KNOW they're my feet."
If A equals success, then the formula is A equals X plus Y and Z, with X being work, Y play, and Z keeping your mouth shut. (Einstein.) It’s better to keep your mouth shut and be thought a fool than to open it and remove all doubt. (Twain). A foolish man tells a woman to stop talking, but a wise man tells her that her mouth is extremely beautiful when her lips are closed.
"Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough”…… "No person really decides before they grow up who they're going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you're stuck with."… "Tell your wife that she looks pretty even if she looks like a truck."
I’ve “fer sure” opened my big mouth and said things I regret. Once outta mouth, ya can’t bring it back. I’ve also heard some wonderful things from the mouths of others.. And, thankfully, I believe I’ve said some wonderful things upon occasion to others. Without our mouths – fostering love would be greatly more difficult.
From my beloved 6 year old neighbor, whom had a slight lisp. As we sat down to enjoy our picnic lunch “Can I shit with you guys?”..
I can’t believe I’m quoting a Chickenhawk. Am though. Today’s paper. Yesterday, KU’s football team had their greatest comeback of alltime. 30-some points in the 4th quarter. At halftime, head coach Turner Gill mouthed/emphasized “relentless.” After the game, Gill espoused “Sometimes, words trigger something in people’s minds.”
Watch your mouth. Cover your mouth when coughing/sneezing. Zip it. “Or we’ll wash it out with soap.” He/she’s mouthy.
No fancy words of wisdom for which to end. Just writing (again please remember) to me. Use your mouth wisely. Let it smile at others each and every time you see them. Think for several seconds before ever, ever responding. Don’t fear tossing out the word ‘love’, it’s very much a feel good. Know when enuff is enuff.
Enuff. Love, Victurd.
Saturday, November 06, 2010
Raise a little hell raise a little hell….
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Well…. I was (actually still am) a Sigma Nu. If you have any idea of Siga MaNu’s where I went to school you’d understand, “yes, he’s done that.” Proudly, or mebbe sheepishly, we did that. When I think back of the songs, chants we usedta sing.. I’m brought to “we really sang that?....OUT LOUD?”… yes… yes, we did. We raised a little hell, and we all lived thru it.
If you dont like what you got, why dont you change it?
If your world is all screwed up, then rearrange it?
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Ohhhhh, THE very reason I blog. To message ME. Hitchhikers welcome, but I write to myself. If only I’d get up off my duff and rearrange. Day after day ticks off, same ole same ole – and some things just ain’t perty.
If you dont like what you see, why dont you fight it?
If you know there's something wrong why dont you right it?
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
See Wrong? Of OTHERS? Oh now this one I do. I abhor ‘pretentious, belittling, condescending.’ I mouth at it. The years, the wrinkles, the observing, seeing poor results after no defense – huh uh, not now. If I see something/someone “off base” I open my trap. Sorry, do. Actually, not sorry. I kinda pride myself at times to put myself in other’s shoes and ‘hear’ them thinking “damn, I’m glad he said that, I wish I’da had the nads to have.” Color me occasional big mouth, don’t care. Right is right, silence agin is poopy.
In the end it comes down to your thinking
And there's really nobody to blame
When it feels like your ship is sinking
And you're too tired to play the game
Nobody's going to help you
You've just gotta stand up alone
And dig in your heels and see how it feels
To Raise a little Hell of your own
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Sinking? See wrong? Of me? I should raise a little hell with me? I will. Tomorrow. Next week. In the near future. Probly, mebbe. I hope. As Tuesday follows Monday, then Wednesday, etc, etc… we find ourselves in ruts – or at least I do. I’m a procrastinator from way back – and I hate that about me. I live “for the minute” and oft time, that can assist in making tomorrow suck. Tis me. I needta raise a little hell (with me). Hi rickety whoop-te-do, what’s the matter with SigaMaNu.. come on Vic, you got it in ya… somewhere.
If you dont like what you've got, why dont you change it?
If your world is all screwed up, rearrange it!
Oh ohoh
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
RAISE A LITTLE HELL! RAISE A LITTLE HELL!
So… I guess I’m deducting from this, I do raise a little hell – it just ain’t necessarily pointed in the right direction. Mebbe I’m stuck in Sigma Nu land. I did enjoy it immensely. “We’re a buncha bastards, scum of the earth… filth of creation.. gone from bad to…..” I’d better stop raising hell there…
One day, mebbe.. I…. might.. raise a little hell, raise a little hell, raise a little hell… within me. Mebbe.
Love, Victurd.
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Well…. I was (actually still am) a Sigma Nu. If you have any idea of Siga MaNu’s where I went to school you’d understand, “yes, he’s done that.” Proudly, or mebbe sheepishly, we did that. When I think back of the songs, chants we usedta sing.. I’m brought to “we really sang that?....OUT LOUD?”… yes… yes, we did. We raised a little hell, and we all lived thru it.
If you dont like what you got, why dont you change it?
If your world is all screwed up, then rearrange it?
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Ohhhhh, THE very reason I blog. To message ME. Hitchhikers welcome, but I write to myself. If only I’d get up off my duff and rearrange. Day after day ticks off, same ole same ole – and some things just ain’t perty.
If you dont like what you see, why dont you fight it?
If you know there's something wrong why dont you right it?
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
See Wrong? Of OTHERS? Oh now this one I do. I abhor ‘pretentious, belittling, condescending.’ I mouth at it. The years, the wrinkles, the observing, seeing poor results after no defense – huh uh, not now. If I see something/someone “off base” I open my trap. Sorry, do. Actually, not sorry. I kinda pride myself at times to put myself in other’s shoes and ‘hear’ them thinking “damn, I’m glad he said that, I wish I’da had the nads to have.” Color me occasional big mouth, don’t care. Right is right, silence agin is poopy.
In the end it comes down to your thinking
And there's really nobody to blame
When it feels like your ship is sinking
And you're too tired to play the game
Nobody's going to help you
You've just gotta stand up alone
And dig in your heels and see how it feels
To Raise a little Hell of your own
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Sinking? See wrong? Of me? I should raise a little hell with me? I will. Tomorrow. Next week. In the near future. Probly, mebbe. I hope. As Tuesday follows Monday, then Wednesday, etc, etc… we find ourselves in ruts – or at least I do. I’m a procrastinator from way back – and I hate that about me. I live “for the minute” and oft time, that can assist in making tomorrow suck. Tis me. I needta raise a little hell (with me). Hi rickety whoop-te-do, what’s the matter with SigaMaNu.. come on Vic, you got it in ya… somewhere.
If you dont like what you've got, why dont you change it?
If your world is all screwed up, rearrange it!
Oh ohoh
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
RAISE A LITTLE HELL! RAISE A LITTLE HELL!
So… I guess I’m deducting from this, I do raise a little hell – it just ain’t necessarily pointed in the right direction. Mebbe I’m stuck in Sigma Nu land. I did enjoy it immensely. “We’re a buncha bastards, scum of the earth… filth of creation.. gone from bad to…..” I’d better stop raising hell there…
One day, mebbe.. I…. might.. raise a little hell, raise a little hell, raise a little hell… within me. Mebbe.
Love, Victurd.
Monday, November 01, 2010
Just the two of us..... Coupledom.. or lack thereof… or wish therefore….
I see the crystal raindrops fall
And the beauty of it all
when the sun comes shining through
To make those rainbows in my mind
When I think of you some time
And I want to spend some time with you
I was sitting here, lightbulb went off. Thought “whatthehell could be happening, how would things be different if I/we were “coupledom” (insteada asking one’s self when noisely awakened ‘round midnight “the HELL was that noise?”)…
We could… break bread together.. yeah, that’s cool. “You cooked last night, lemme cook tonight.” Outstanding. TWO PAYCHECKS. Hell yeah. Benefit$. Some’a your check, some’a mine. And a bit leftover. To….. mebbe go see a movie? Sure, two reviews beat the hell outta one… “Hey, you’re zipper’s down” (would never happen if I were by my lonesome.)
Just the two of us
We can make it if we try
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Building castles in the sky
Just the two of us
You and I
We look for love, no time for tears
Wasted waters's all that is
And it don't make no flowers grow
Good things might come to those who wait
Not to those who wait to late
We got to go for all we know
“You drink, I’ll drive, it’s all good.”.. Farm out… “You take (this kid) to (that place) and I’ll take (the other one) to the other place.” Nice. Works…… “No, I really don’t think that goes together… howabout that (pretty purple top/nifty brown sweater) that you’ve got?”.. Yeah, lotsa stuff TWO can do better than one.
I hear the crystal raindrops fall
On the window down the hall
And it becomes the morning dew
Darling, when the morning comes
And I see the morning sun
I want to be the one with you
CONVERSATION! Shit, how many lame ‘by yourself times” have you had since… well.. since then… Hell, would beat a cat’s meow, a dog’s bow wow… We could even text, or have each other on speed dial, email, IM. A calming voice on the other end, eh?... Your day/my day, how they each went.. nice… No more talking to one’s self in the commute, wondering half aloud “Am I crazy?”…
Just the two of us
We can make it if we try
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Building big castles way on high
Just the two of us
You and I
Just the two of us
Let's get together, baby
Just the two of usWe can make it
Just the two of us
We can make it
Just the two of us
Just the two of us we can make it
Ok, trying to thinka other reasons.. Three-legged race? YEAH! GOOD ONE.. What else?.. You know, when you got that itch, and the damn arm JUST can’t quite reach it.. YES YES YES!... Crick in the neck? Sore calves? Pups?.. Sure, extra set’a hands always helps. Her friends, your friends – sure.. Mo’ to do… Mo’ options…
Aw come on, surely there’s more things ‘coupledom’ can do? YEAH, you’re RIGHT!.. Swimming, canoeing, working out.. Pillow fight… board games.. video games.. bowling… karaoke… yoga… fondue.. plane ride.. rock concert… picnic in the park….
Ok. That’s it. Think I about summed up the ALL the things two can do versus one. Eh? Did I miss something? Leave something out? This was a quickie, you know, written in my car during my lunch hour. If you can thinka something I missed, PLEASE lemme know…….
I’ll be sitting here by the dashboard lights waiting.
Come to think of it, coupledom would/could be paradise. Just the two of us.. Love, Victurd
And the beauty of it all
when the sun comes shining through
To make those rainbows in my mind
When I think of you some time
And I want to spend some time with you
I was sitting here, lightbulb went off. Thought “whatthehell could be happening, how would things be different if I/we were “coupledom” (insteada asking one’s self when noisely awakened ‘round midnight “the HELL was that noise?”)…
We could… break bread together.. yeah, that’s cool. “You cooked last night, lemme cook tonight.” Outstanding. TWO PAYCHECKS. Hell yeah. Benefit$. Some’a your check, some’a mine. And a bit leftover. To….. mebbe go see a movie? Sure, two reviews beat the hell outta one… “Hey, you’re zipper’s down” (would never happen if I were by my lonesome.)
Just the two of us
We can make it if we try
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Building castles in the sky
Just the two of us
You and I
We look for love, no time for tears
Wasted waters's all that is
And it don't make no flowers grow
Good things might come to those who wait
Not to those who wait to late
We got to go for all we know
“You drink, I’ll drive, it’s all good.”.. Farm out… “You take (this kid) to (that place) and I’ll take (the other one) to the other place.” Nice. Works…… “No, I really don’t think that goes together… howabout that (pretty purple top/nifty brown sweater) that you’ve got?”.. Yeah, lotsa stuff TWO can do better than one.
I hear the crystal raindrops fall
On the window down the hall
And it becomes the morning dew
Darling, when the morning comes
And I see the morning sun
I want to be the one with you
CONVERSATION! Shit, how many lame ‘by yourself times” have you had since… well.. since then… Hell, would beat a cat’s meow, a dog’s bow wow… We could even text, or have each other on speed dial, email, IM. A calming voice on the other end, eh?... Your day/my day, how they each went.. nice… No more talking to one’s self in the commute, wondering half aloud “Am I crazy?”…
Just the two of us
We can make it if we try
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Building big castles way on high
Just the two of us
You and I
Just the two of us
Let's get together, baby
Just the two of usWe can make it
Just the two of us
We can make it
Just the two of us
Just the two of us we can make it
Ok, trying to thinka other reasons.. Three-legged race? YEAH! GOOD ONE.. What else?.. You know, when you got that itch, and the damn arm JUST can’t quite reach it.. YES YES YES!... Crick in the neck? Sore calves? Pups?.. Sure, extra set’a hands always helps. Her friends, your friends – sure.. Mo’ to do… Mo’ options…
Aw come on, surely there’s more things ‘coupledom’ can do? YEAH, you’re RIGHT!.. Swimming, canoeing, working out.. Pillow fight… board games.. video games.. bowling… karaoke… yoga… fondue.. plane ride.. rock concert… picnic in the park….
Ok. That’s it. Think I about summed up the ALL the things two can do versus one. Eh? Did I miss something? Leave something out? This was a quickie, you know, written in my car during my lunch hour. If you can thinka something I missed, PLEASE lemme know…….
I’ll be sitting here by the dashboard lights waiting.
Come to think of it, coupledom would/could be paradise. Just the two of us.. Love, Victurd
Thursday, October 28, 2010
A respite from writing... Sign, sign, everywhere a sign..
And the sign said "Long-haired freaky people need not apply"
So I tucked my hair up under my hat and I went in to ask him why
He said "You look like a fine upstanding young man, I think you'll do"
So I took off my hat, I said "Imagine that. Huh! Me workin' for you!"
Whoa-oh-oh
License plate on $50,000+ silver, gorgeous convertible: WAS HIS
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?
CH__CH, What’s missing?... God Reads Knee Mail… Do not wait for hearse to take you to church… Staying in bed shouting “Oh God” does not constitute going to church… Free coffee, everlasting life, yes, membership has it’s privileges.. Bored? Try a Missionary Position..
And the sign said anybody caught trespassin' would be shot on sight
So I jumped on the fence and-a yelled at the house,"Hey! What gives you the right?" "To put up a fence to keep me out or to keep mother nature in" "If God was here he'd tell you to your face, Man, you're some kinda sinner"
Shell sign during recent gas ‘hella’ prices:
Regular: ARM
Plus: LEG
Premium: FIRST BORN
Drive In Theater… 3 movies showing:
Erin Brockovich
Screwed
My Dog Skip
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?
Walgreen: Ass. Fragrance 50% off…. Fu King Chinese Restaurant…. Parking for Drive Thru Service Only.. Amigone Funeral Home…. Taco Bell: Now Hiring All Shits… Steve’s Radiator Shop: A good place to take a leak… Royal Flush Plumbing: Your shit is my bread and butter.. ..
Ponderosa Veterinary Hospital: Spay or neuter your best friend…. Balfurd Cleaners: Drop your pants and you will receive prompt attention.. Sherrill’s “Eat Here” and “Get Gas”, Tipton, Indiana….. Diesel Fried Chicken.. IGA: Idaho Pot. 10 lb bag $1.49… Nothing says “sorry about the crabs” like flowers..
Now, hey you, mister, can't you read?
You've got to have a shirt and tie to get a seat
You can't even watch, no you can't eat
You ain't supposed to be here
The sign said you got to have a membership card to get inside
Ugh!
Bathrooms: Friends don’t let friends take home ugly men.. Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.. Make love, not war, hell do both: Get Married!... Men’s Restroom House of Representatives: If pro is the opposite of con, then what is the opposite of Progress? Congress!!... If it has tires or testicles, you’re going to have trouble with it..
And the sign said, "Everybody welcome. Come in, kneel down and pray" But when they passed around the plate at the end of it all, I didn't have a penny to pay... So I got me a pen and a paper and I made up my own little sign I said, "Thank you, Lord, for thinkin' 'bout me. I'm alive and doin' fine." Wooo!
Warning: Private Property Keep Out (Unless you have really big boobs)… Slow children. No Hunting…. Any persons (except player) caught collecting golf balls on this course will be prosecuted and have their balls removed…. Smoke. Because no one should infringe upon your right to cough up black phlegm…. Absolutely Nothing Next 22 Miles…
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Sign
Sign, sign
Love, Victurd….
So I tucked my hair up under my hat and I went in to ask him why
He said "You look like a fine upstanding young man, I think you'll do"
So I took off my hat, I said "Imagine that. Huh! Me workin' for you!"
Whoa-oh-oh
License plate on $50,000+ silver, gorgeous convertible: WAS HIS
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?
CH__CH, What’s missing?... God Reads Knee Mail… Do not wait for hearse to take you to church… Staying in bed shouting “Oh God” does not constitute going to church… Free coffee, everlasting life, yes, membership has it’s privileges.. Bored? Try a Missionary Position..
And the sign said anybody caught trespassin' would be shot on sight
So I jumped on the fence and-a yelled at the house,"Hey! What gives you the right?" "To put up a fence to keep me out or to keep mother nature in" "If God was here he'd tell you to your face, Man, you're some kinda sinner"
Shell sign during recent gas ‘hella’ prices:
Regular: ARM
Plus: LEG
Premium: FIRST BORN
Drive In Theater… 3 movies showing:
Erin Brockovich
Screwed
My Dog Skip
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?
Walgreen: Ass. Fragrance 50% off…. Fu King Chinese Restaurant…. Parking for Drive Thru Service Only.. Amigone Funeral Home…. Taco Bell: Now Hiring All Shits… Steve’s Radiator Shop: A good place to take a leak… Royal Flush Plumbing: Your shit is my bread and butter.. ..
Ponderosa Veterinary Hospital: Spay or neuter your best friend…. Balfurd Cleaners: Drop your pants and you will receive prompt attention.. Sherrill’s “Eat Here” and “Get Gas”, Tipton, Indiana….. Diesel Fried Chicken.. IGA: Idaho Pot. 10 lb bag $1.49… Nothing says “sorry about the crabs” like flowers..
Now, hey you, mister, can't you read?
You've got to have a shirt and tie to get a seat
You can't even watch, no you can't eat
You ain't supposed to be here
The sign said you got to have a membership card to get inside
Ugh!
Bathrooms: Friends don’t let friends take home ugly men.. Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.. Make love, not war, hell do both: Get Married!... Men’s Restroom House of Representatives: If pro is the opposite of con, then what is the opposite of Progress? Congress!!... If it has tires or testicles, you’re going to have trouble with it..
And the sign said, "Everybody welcome. Come in, kneel down and pray" But when they passed around the plate at the end of it all, I didn't have a penny to pay... So I got me a pen and a paper and I made up my own little sign I said, "Thank you, Lord, for thinkin' 'bout me. I'm alive and doin' fine." Wooo!
Warning: Private Property Keep Out (Unless you have really big boobs)… Slow children. No Hunting…. Any persons (except player) caught collecting golf balls on this course will be prosecuted and have their balls removed…. Smoke. Because no one should infringe upon your right to cough up black phlegm…. Absolutely Nothing Next 22 Miles…
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Sign
Sign, sign
Love, Victurd….
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Ahhhhhh! Show me a man that's got a good woman
Show me
Show me a man out there that's got a good woman
Show me (huh huh)
Show me a man that's got a good woman
Show me a man that's got a good woman
Show me a man that's got a good woman
Show me a man that's got a good woman
We hail from the great State of Missouri. The Show Me State. Got it on our license plates. On our tongues in conversations when doubt arises. Two theories on how this originated. First, origin is popularly ascribed to an 1899 speech by Congressman Willard Vandiver who declared that "I come from a country that raises corn and cotton, cockleburs and Democrats, and frothy eloquence neither convinces nor satisfies me. I'm from Missouri, and you have got to show me."
Second, According to another legend, the phrase was a reference to Missouri miners brought to Leadville, Colorado to take the place of striking miners and being unfamiliar with the mining methods there required frequent instruction.
Show me a man that's got a good woman
I'll show you a man that goes to work hummin'
He knows he's got some sweet love coming
at the end of his working day.
*Yeah*
“Show Me” differs in approach from a man’s eyes/shoes, and the female version – in the dating/mating world. We men are percieved as simpletons (And perhaps a grain of truth). Show me what’s under that outfit. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. That’s it, plain and simple. Oink. Women, “Show Me” what’s inside that heart, soul. Tell me of your dreams, aspirations, convictions, beliefs. Us male piggos would prefer the path to be “aww come on baby, let’s just walk down the hallway to your bedroom”, but cower, and take this “Interstate” across the Country to get there instead. Erica Jong nails us pigs with her statement “Show me a woman who doesn’t feel guilty and I’ll show you a man.” Jewel’s take “Show me a man who knows his own heart and to him I shall belong.”
Show me a woman that's got a good man
Show me!
I wanna see a woman out there that claims she got a good man!
Show me!
And if you show me a woman that's got a good man
Show me a woman that's got a good man
Show me a woman that's got a good man
Show me a woman that's got a good man
New concept, idea. Work rule, path. Disbelief. Show me. Show me the money. Show me a genuine case of platonic friendship, and I’ll show you two old or homely faces. (I guess I could fit that description, doesn’t bug me.) “Show me a great actor and I'll show you a lousy husband. Show me a great actress, and you've seen the devil.” W. C. Fields… Show me a sane man and I will cure him for you… Show me the books he loves and I shall know the man far better than through mortal friends. (Brb, got some house tidying up to do!)
Show me a woman that's got a good man
I'll show you a woman doin' all she can
To make life worth living for her good man
So his troubles don't cross his mind.
*Yeah*
Victor, this is getting boring. SHOW ME what you’re getting to?!!
Show me two people that's in love with each other
Y'all, show me.
I want you to show me two people that's in love with each other
Show me.
Ah ya show me two people that's in love with each other
Show me two people in love with each other
Show me two people in love with each other
Show me two people in love with each other
Yesterday, ESPN honored College Game Day, Columbia, MO. The University of Missouri. New record for number of folks to show up. Cool, you show’ed me. Yes, but this is Oklahoma. The same Oklahoma that’s defeated us 19 of the last 20 games. Gary Pinkel, MU Tigers, MIZ ZOU, you showed me.
Show me two people that's in love with each other
I'll show you two people that ain't going no further
than their arms can reach to hold one another
Let them lovers alone, yeah
they doin' all right
McNeese State, showed me. San Diego State, ‘Moe showing me. Miami of Ohio, Colorado, Texas A & M, BOOMER – SOONER! YES!... 7-0 Showin Me.
Pretty please Gary P, Blaine G, A & J Smith, Mr’s Barnes, Ebner, Moe, Jackson, Ressel, and the remainder, please Show Me. Nebraska, Texas Tech, K-State, Iowa State, KU (Patooey), Big 12 Championship game…
January 10, 2011. BCS National Championship Game, Glendale, AZ.
Halfway home. Please oh please, whilst we’re all still on this planet – Show Me.
MIZ-ZOU. Love, Victurd.
Show me
Show me a man out there that's got a good woman
Show me (huh huh)
Show me a man that's got a good woman
Show me a man that's got a good woman
Show me a man that's got a good woman
Show me a man that's got a good woman
We hail from the great State of Missouri. The Show Me State. Got it on our license plates. On our tongues in conversations when doubt arises. Two theories on how this originated. First, origin is popularly ascribed to an 1899 speech by Congressman Willard Vandiver who declared that "I come from a country that raises corn and cotton, cockleburs and Democrats, and frothy eloquence neither convinces nor satisfies me. I'm from Missouri, and you have got to show me."
Second, According to another legend, the phrase was a reference to Missouri miners brought to Leadville, Colorado to take the place of striking miners and being unfamiliar with the mining methods there required frequent instruction.
Show me a man that's got a good woman
I'll show you a man that goes to work hummin'
He knows he's got some sweet love coming
at the end of his working day.
*Yeah*
“Show Me” differs in approach from a man’s eyes/shoes, and the female version – in the dating/mating world. We men are percieved as simpletons (And perhaps a grain of truth). Show me what’s under that outfit. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. That’s it, plain and simple. Oink. Women, “Show Me” what’s inside that heart, soul. Tell me of your dreams, aspirations, convictions, beliefs. Us male piggos would prefer the path to be “aww come on baby, let’s just walk down the hallway to your bedroom”, but cower, and take this “Interstate” across the Country to get there instead. Erica Jong nails us pigs with her statement “Show me a woman who doesn’t feel guilty and I’ll show you a man.” Jewel’s take “Show me a man who knows his own heart and to him I shall belong.”
Show me a woman that's got a good man
Show me!
I wanna see a woman out there that claims she got a good man!
Show me!
And if you show me a woman that's got a good man
Show me a woman that's got a good man
Show me a woman that's got a good man
Show me a woman that's got a good man
New concept, idea. Work rule, path. Disbelief. Show me. Show me the money. Show me a genuine case of platonic friendship, and I’ll show you two old or homely faces. (I guess I could fit that description, doesn’t bug me.) “Show me a great actor and I'll show you a lousy husband. Show me a great actress, and you've seen the devil.” W. C. Fields… Show me a sane man and I will cure him for you… Show me the books he loves and I shall know the man far better than through mortal friends. (Brb, got some house tidying up to do!)
Show me a woman that's got a good man
I'll show you a woman doin' all she can
To make life worth living for her good man
So his troubles don't cross his mind.
*Yeah*
Victor, this is getting boring. SHOW ME what you’re getting to?!!
Show me two people that's in love with each other
Y'all, show me.
I want you to show me two people that's in love with each other
Show me.
Ah ya show me two people that's in love with each other
Show me two people in love with each other
Show me two people in love with each other
Show me two people in love with each other
Yesterday, ESPN honored College Game Day, Columbia, MO. The University of Missouri. New record for number of folks to show up. Cool, you show’ed me. Yes, but this is Oklahoma. The same Oklahoma that’s defeated us 19 of the last 20 games. Gary Pinkel, MU Tigers, MIZ ZOU, you showed me.
Show me two people that's in love with each other
I'll show you two people that ain't going no further
than their arms can reach to hold one another
Let them lovers alone, yeah
they doin' all right
McNeese State, showed me. San Diego State, ‘Moe showing me. Miami of Ohio, Colorado, Texas A & M, BOOMER – SOONER! YES!... 7-0 Showin Me.
Pretty please Gary P, Blaine G, A & J Smith, Mr’s Barnes, Ebner, Moe, Jackson, Ressel, and the remainder, please Show Me. Nebraska, Texas Tech, K-State, Iowa State, KU (Patooey), Big 12 Championship game…
January 10, 2011. BCS National Championship Game, Glendale, AZ.
Halfway home. Please oh please, whilst we’re all still on this planet – Show Me.
MIZ-ZOU. Love, Victurd.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Time has come today....
Time has come today
Young hearts can go their way
Can't put it off another day
I don't care what others say
They say we don't listen anyway
Time has come today
(Hey)
We’re here on this planet 78.4 years. That’s 28,616 days, or.. 686,784 hours, or… 41,207,040 minutes… or 2,472,422,400 seconds. Some studies indicate more, some less. Top ten things we do with this time: 10. TV… 9. Eating… 8. Pooping or peeing…. 7. Talking… 6. Surfing the internet…. 5. Reading…. 4. Wishing… 3. Sex (This study didn’t call and ask me. Would NOT be in my top ten, darnit.)… 2. Traveling… 1. Sleeping
Oh
The rules have changed today (Hey)
I have no place to stay (Hey)
I'm thinking about the subway (Hey)
My love has flown away (Hey)
My tears have come and gone (Hey)
Oh my Lord, I have to roam (Hey)
I have no home (Hey)
I have no home (Hey)
Of these days, times, we spend one-third of our life sleeping. Two weeks kissing. The average person will spend 13-15 years of their life eating, another two years in the bathroom.
Now the time has come (Time)
There's no place to run (Time)
I might get burned up by the sun (Time)
But I had my fun (Time)
I've been loved and put aside (Time)
I've been crushed by the tumbling tide (Time)
And my soul has been psychedelicized (Time)
Men fart on average 17 times a day, women 9. Figure a fart lasts five seconds. That’s 517 minutes a year, or 28 total days of our life will be spent farting. (Gals 15 total days on average of farting in a life time.) .. Six minutes a day laughing, or, 119 days of our lives. 8 hours of our life will be spent at a stoplight.
(Time)
Now the time has come (Time)
There are things to realize (Time)
Time has come today (Time)
Time has come today (Time)
Time… time… time… time… time… time… time… time… time… time… time]
99,117 hours working (Yuck.) 4 years on the phone at work.. “On hold” 5 minutes a day, or, 99 days of our lives.. Complaining, 159 days of our lives… 160 days on smoke breaks. (Some, ahem, more.) …. “Everyday you waste time. Whether it’s filling up a tank of gas, waiting for an elevator, or waiting to download a program- we waste minutes. The average human wastes about 45 minutes a day in addition to any free time they have.” That’s 894 days of our lives spent wasting time. (Some of us more.)
Oh
Now the time has come (Time)
There's no place to run (Time)
I might get burned up by the sun (Time)
But I had my fun (Time)
I've been loved and put aside (Time)
I've been crushed by tumbling tide (Time)
And my soul has been psychedelicized (Time)
39 days picking our noses. 11 years infronta the TV. 967 days washing clothes. 6.5 years worrying. 115 days laughing. Men, 1.5 days per year shaving. Women spend 136 days of their lives getting ready. (Men, 46 days).. …. One study suggested “that daydreaming – which can occupy as much as one third of our waking lives – is an important cognitive state where we may unconsciously turn our attention from immediate tasks to sort through important problems in our lives.”. .. Even if we only average half of that, that’s over 8 years of our lives spent daydreaming.
(Time)
Now the time has come (Time)
There are things to realize (Time)
Time has come today (Time)
Time has come today (Time)
9 hours, 18 seconds male orgasm. Women? Ain’t touching that one. Might be considered fake statistics. (Ok, the study said 1 hr, 24 minutes)
Time.. Time… Time… Time
Yeah
Time for me to go, love, Victurd.
Young hearts can go their way
Can't put it off another day
I don't care what others say
They say we don't listen anyway
Time has come today
(Hey)
We’re here on this planet 78.4 years. That’s 28,616 days, or.. 686,784 hours, or… 41,207,040 minutes… or 2,472,422,400 seconds. Some studies indicate more, some less. Top ten things we do with this time: 10. TV… 9. Eating… 8. Pooping or peeing…. 7. Talking… 6. Surfing the internet…. 5. Reading…. 4. Wishing… 3. Sex (This study didn’t call and ask me. Would NOT be in my top ten, darnit.)… 2. Traveling… 1. Sleeping
Oh
The rules have changed today (Hey)
I have no place to stay (Hey)
I'm thinking about the subway (Hey)
My love has flown away (Hey)
My tears have come and gone (Hey)
Oh my Lord, I have to roam (Hey)
I have no home (Hey)
I have no home (Hey)
Of these days, times, we spend one-third of our life sleeping. Two weeks kissing. The average person will spend 13-15 years of their life eating, another two years in the bathroom.
Now the time has come (Time)
There's no place to run (Time)
I might get burned up by the sun (Time)
But I had my fun (Time)
I've been loved and put aside (Time)
I've been crushed by the tumbling tide (Time)
And my soul has been psychedelicized (Time)
Men fart on average 17 times a day, women 9. Figure a fart lasts five seconds. That’s 517 minutes a year, or 28 total days of our life will be spent farting. (Gals 15 total days on average of farting in a life time.) .. Six minutes a day laughing, or, 119 days of our lives. 8 hours of our life will be spent at a stoplight.
(Time)
Now the time has come (Time)
There are things to realize (Time)
Time has come today (Time)
Time has come today (Time)
Time… time… time… time… time… time… time… time… time… time… time]
99,117 hours working (Yuck.) 4 years on the phone at work.. “On hold” 5 minutes a day, or, 99 days of our lives.. Complaining, 159 days of our lives… 160 days on smoke breaks. (Some, ahem, more.) …. “Everyday you waste time. Whether it’s filling up a tank of gas, waiting for an elevator, or waiting to download a program- we waste minutes. The average human wastes about 45 minutes a day in addition to any free time they have.” That’s 894 days of our lives spent wasting time. (Some of us more.)
Oh
Now the time has come (Time)
There's no place to run (Time)
I might get burned up by the sun (Time)
But I had my fun (Time)
I've been loved and put aside (Time)
I've been crushed by tumbling tide (Time)
And my soul has been psychedelicized (Time)
39 days picking our noses. 11 years infronta the TV. 967 days washing clothes. 6.5 years worrying. 115 days laughing. Men, 1.5 days per year shaving. Women spend 136 days of their lives getting ready. (Men, 46 days).. …. One study suggested “that daydreaming – which can occupy as much as one third of our waking lives – is an important cognitive state where we may unconsciously turn our attention from immediate tasks to sort through important problems in our lives.”. .. Even if we only average half of that, that’s over 8 years of our lives spent daydreaming.
(Time)
Now the time has come (Time)
There are things to realize (Time)
Time has come today (Time)
Time has come today (Time)
9 hours, 18 seconds male orgasm. Women? Ain’t touching that one. Might be considered fake statistics. (Ok, the study said 1 hr, 24 minutes)
Time.. Time… Time… Time
Yeah
Time for me to go, love, Victurd.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Me thinks, life affords us the following cycle:
Play… (Kid)
Educate/party… (Youth)
Work and play, get on ladder.. (Young adult)
Two eyeballs on kids.. help kids work/play, climb that ladder. (Young Parent)
Work, more ladder goodies, one eye on kids…. (Middle aged parent)
The now.. (Fitty-something/soon, sixty-something)… All those other cycles were wonderful, truly. I loved ‘play’. Grew up in a town where that could safely be done – anywhere. I enjoyed the next phase (educate/party) so much, I invested six years in attaining my undergraduate degree!
Being a young parent literally rocked. An opportunity, kinda-sorta, to relive your own childhood – yet, definitely embellished by the vibrancy of a child’s smile.
Middle age parent, at least for me, is when “S” hit the fan in Family – yet still, a nice era. Many, many wonderful co-workers/lifetime friends made in this era.
The now.. ahhh yes… There is no more worrying about the damn ladder.. in fact, we can stop upon it, look out and suckup the view. Aging is synonymous with appreciation. Sitting in Mickey D’s three booths over from a young hubby/wife with a toddler, one a head taller, and yet another a head taller gives us the shivers in reminding us of the work that involved – a smile for the fun that it was, and a “whew” for the “glad that’s not me!”
The Rolling Stones. Huh? Yeah, them. It’s one thing, for me, in the now that I really stop, listen, appreciate, absorb. (And virtually any classic rock artist.) Life, prior to 50, is all-about-hurry. No rose smelling. Play. School. Job. Raising family. The now: hell yeah baby, I get to remember all that, but sorry, this is ME time! Crank that sucker!
Highway time. I work 31 miles from home. Some think that’s ludicrous. Nomme. I enjoy it. It’s time for reflection. Thinking. Emoting. Enjoying.
Food. Huh? Yeah, food. As a child, lunch meant “Do I haveta? I’m up to bat next!” Older kid, cafeteria style, or buddy bringing bagga burgers back from drive in. Young adult, food/hurry. Work to do, play to be had. Parent: food/chore. Have to. Quick. Plan. Oh hell, we’re outta ___, gotta run to the store.
Not now. Food now – enjoy. Succulent. No hurry – let’s indulge. Sample. Treat. Yummy. Back then, we’d drive to wherever was the closest drive-in eatery simply due to time, other things to do. Now, by golly, if we wanna drive 27 miles to sample that little family joint that makes the yummiest lasagna, we’re gonna do it. (And, have highway time, mebbe the Rolling Stones inbetween!). No “hurry, other things to do”, now, it’s “THE thing to do.”
Fitty-something is the “if I’da known then what I know now” age – and please know I don’t mean that like I’m some scholarly saint. I mean that like “wow.. I really enjoyed all those years, stages…appreciate ‘em.. but, perhaps don’t appreciate them as much as I do this stage/age, and it’s probably BECAUSE OF THEM I enjoy this age so much.”
Somea these stolen, sorry, likes ‘em nonetheless.. some diddies learned by age fitty-something:
You don’t have to win every argument..
Life isn’t fair, but it’s still good..
Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does….
It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it….
It's OK to let your children see you cry….
The most important sex organ is the brain.
Growing old beats the alternative dying young.
Those who matter don't judge me....those who judge me don't matter.
It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.
Rambling. Sorry. I find that we, at age fitty-something, do that. Got this nasty habit of listening to The Stones on the highway to work, shortly after the scrumptious breakfast of my choice. Get here, an hour early, staring out from the ladder. Fingers gravitate to keyboard. I can’t stop ‘em. Ceptin’ for maybe bathroom urges at this age, second strongest urge.
Let’s urge us all to get on, continue to enjoy this page of our life. I know I planta continue doing so. Until the day I pee my pants and forget my name, Love, Victurd.
Educate/party… (Youth)
Work and play, get on ladder.. (Young adult)
Two eyeballs on kids.. help kids work/play, climb that ladder. (Young Parent)
Work, more ladder goodies, one eye on kids…. (Middle aged parent)
The now.. (Fitty-something/soon, sixty-something)… All those other cycles were wonderful, truly. I loved ‘play’. Grew up in a town where that could safely be done – anywhere. I enjoyed the next phase (educate/party) so much, I invested six years in attaining my undergraduate degree!
Being a young parent literally rocked. An opportunity, kinda-sorta, to relive your own childhood – yet, definitely embellished by the vibrancy of a child’s smile.
Middle age parent, at least for me, is when “S” hit the fan in Family – yet still, a nice era. Many, many wonderful co-workers/lifetime friends made in this era.
The now.. ahhh yes… There is no more worrying about the damn ladder.. in fact, we can stop upon it, look out and suckup the view. Aging is synonymous with appreciation. Sitting in Mickey D’s three booths over from a young hubby/wife with a toddler, one a head taller, and yet another a head taller gives us the shivers in reminding us of the work that involved – a smile for the fun that it was, and a “whew” for the “glad that’s not me!”
The Rolling Stones. Huh? Yeah, them. It’s one thing, for me, in the now that I really stop, listen, appreciate, absorb. (And virtually any classic rock artist.) Life, prior to 50, is all-about-hurry. No rose smelling. Play. School. Job. Raising family. The now: hell yeah baby, I get to remember all that, but sorry, this is ME time! Crank that sucker!
Highway time. I work 31 miles from home. Some think that’s ludicrous. Nomme. I enjoy it. It’s time for reflection. Thinking. Emoting. Enjoying.
Food. Huh? Yeah, food. As a child, lunch meant “Do I haveta? I’m up to bat next!” Older kid, cafeteria style, or buddy bringing bagga burgers back from drive in. Young adult, food/hurry. Work to do, play to be had. Parent: food/chore. Have to. Quick. Plan. Oh hell, we’re outta ___, gotta run to the store.
Not now. Food now – enjoy. Succulent. No hurry – let’s indulge. Sample. Treat. Yummy. Back then, we’d drive to wherever was the closest drive-in eatery simply due to time, other things to do. Now, by golly, if we wanna drive 27 miles to sample that little family joint that makes the yummiest lasagna, we’re gonna do it. (And, have highway time, mebbe the Rolling Stones inbetween!). No “hurry, other things to do”, now, it’s “THE thing to do.”
Fitty-something is the “if I’da known then what I know now” age – and please know I don’t mean that like I’m some scholarly saint. I mean that like “wow.. I really enjoyed all those years, stages…appreciate ‘em.. but, perhaps don’t appreciate them as much as I do this stage/age, and it’s probably BECAUSE OF THEM I enjoy this age so much.”
Somea these stolen, sorry, likes ‘em nonetheless.. some diddies learned by age fitty-something:
You don’t have to win every argument..
Life isn’t fair, but it’s still good..
Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does….
It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it….
It's OK to let your children see you cry….
The most important sex organ is the brain.
Growing old beats the alternative dying young.
Those who matter don't judge me....those who judge me don't matter.
It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.
Rambling. Sorry. I find that we, at age fitty-something, do that. Got this nasty habit of listening to The Stones on the highway to work, shortly after the scrumptious breakfast of my choice. Get here, an hour early, staring out from the ladder. Fingers gravitate to keyboard. I can’t stop ‘em. Ceptin’ for maybe bathroom urges at this age, second strongest urge.
Let’s urge us all to get on, continue to enjoy this page of our life. I know I planta continue doing so. Until the day I pee my pants and forget my name, Love, Victurd.
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