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..
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
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
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