Overwhelmed - by it all. Of course by her, Aubrie - but you folks, your comments/'likes' as well. I am so very lucky to have met and befriended so many in my lifetime - each of you that commented please know I'm thankful, my son is thankful, and Aubrie's mommy Mika is thankful.
Any birth is a miracle - but when it's your own child, grandchild - there's awe/amazement. Of course every feature they have is remarkably beautiful. Each and every coo, whimper, stretch brings smiles, a 'good feel'.
Mortality comes to mind. I mean let's be for real, math tells me I'm 58, she's just now born - how many years will I get to be with her? Come on Aubrie, grandpa's ready to play catch, go to the park and play on the slides and swings...Is it too soon to buy a trike? I can't wait for your school play.. Your Brownie banquet.. Your first Junior High basketball game (she's gonna be a point guard, I can feel it!).. Ready to help you search for your first car. NO don't date that guy, he's probably got ulterior motives!
Yes, I concur with your thoughts: "grandkids make life GRAND." "Nothing better than a granddaughter." "Nothing better than a grandchild!".. "Grandkids are the BEST".. "Babies are God's way of saying "The world shall go on." "Babies are such a gift" (And yes, humbling).. "Take a good look at her little finger - you are already being wrapped around it!". "Thank God for new life!" "The real fun begins!" "How awesome".. "Grandkids are such fun".. "Grandpa (or Grandma) is such a wonderful prefix to your name!".. "Blessed." "Nothing like the touch/smell or sweet innocence of a new baby." (And that's just a few of what you said - and again, VERY thankful for each and every one of you)
One asked origin of names... Aubrie, I think mommy's favorite. Rose, was my son's grandmother (his mom's mom... also onea my favorite people ever).. , Renee is "mom's mom"/grandma. Schultze? I know nothing!
Ok, I've rambled - but again, simply want you to know how all of our family is thankful for your kind words about Aubrie. I gotta go now. You guessed it! To the Hospital to hold her!
(Those who happen to trip by my blog occasionally probably already know I LOVE the word love. I don't think it can be winged enough.)
Love ya, Victor
(Schwabby, with apologies to Ryan and Ali and the "love means never having to say...." I'm sorry, but Aubrie asked me if it'd be Ok if she skipped getting the Chickenhawk outfit." Sorry! (but loveya).. She's MIZ-ZOU born and bred my friend!)
Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
I resolve... for 2011...
To compile of list of very nifty, healthy, happy things for "change", "improvement", "best year yet"... Will puff chest out for January 1st thru, oh, say the 10th.. and then... like years past, will probably not be able to find the list come the first of March... will demonstrate s'more avoidance behavior. "I will (do that), but just not right now"... and still, through it all, somehow be able to 'stomach' me thru until the time I do same for 2012, the Good Lord willing.
I resolve to "stop time" the very first time I wrap my arms around one Ms. Aubrie Schultze (wheneverintheheck she decides to 'come out', due any day) and I just know, it will be as euphoric as the moment/feel/adulation 25+ years ago (as we left the C-Section, operating room thingy) and the nurse said "Mr. Schultze, would you like to carry your son down to the nursery?"
I resolve to put money aside every paycheck (ROF LOL) for: a nicer car, my 401K, a new roof, money for eye doctor to see whatsup with these "floaters" I see with my right eye, and, my emergency fund. (Made it thru Cub Scouts, never got to the "Be Prepared" Boy Scout thingy.)
Stop smoking. Fer sure. Uh huh. Yep. Prolly. Mebbe. One day. Hell, I've got 364 days to procrastinate. Let's see.... 364 times 35 per day.. that's... eh, nevermind.
Start working out again. I think I can I think I can. Drop fitteen pounds. Comfy again in the jeans. Two belt notches down. Chest almost as wide (in side view) as belly. I HAVE GOT to simply think: THERE'S WOMEN THERE IN SPANDEX. That'll get me there. Worked last time!
Less frequent trips to "my hideout".. you know.. the place where, when I pull in the parking lot, by the time I walk in the front door, my flavor of refreshment is already sitting on the counter... Hopefully, if I don't lose this list - by say, June, I'll hear "now what kinda beer was it you drink again, and what was your first name?"...
Keep up with the "Invoice Box" at work, keeping it virtually empty, daily (HEEEEE HEEEE HAAAAA HAAAA.. that's a REAL knee slapper!)
Use the word love, lots, and not be ashamed or afraid to do so. In using it, everyone must realize it doesn't mean ulterior "oh baby, oh baby" motives, it means "you shit you, I am SO glad to know you, love you, have you in my life. You spice it up - and for that I'm thankful." Toss it frequently to family, friends, coworkers.
Do laundry every weekend insteada every other. Brb, going to scroll up and add "put money aside for Laundromat" in the "put money aside every paycheck" thingy.
"Catch" friends, coworkers, loved ones, doing good - and letting them know I saw.
Get the heater-blower-motor thingy on my 1997 Buick Lasabre fixed. Makes me a real "chick magnet" should I ever date again in one of these KC winters. "Here, I have this little plug-in-the-lighter heater thingy, you can put it on your lap and stay warm."
Find that lifelong mate, to have, to hold, to cherish... until the day comes she too (like #1 and #2) chews me up and spits me out. It's all good. HaSnT aFfEcTeD mE.
Buy tickets when Brewers come to town and Boo Zack ("I don't wanna be here") Greinke when he pitches.
Attend as many Pittsburg State Gorilla football games as I can. My 'great' great-nephew is gonna rough some folks up next year from his linebacker spot!
Plug my DVD player in. (Nope, ain't yet.) Frequent Redbox. The Blind Side. (Has nothing to do with infatuation for Sandra Bullock.)
Find a new car insurance company (too damned high) a new Internet Provider (this one rediculou$) a cheaper cell phone (I don't need unlimited everything)..
Mebbe get another cat. Would love a hound too, but just not home enough to do justice.
Check for stray ear hairs weekly insteada bi-weekly.
Continue having fun. Laughing. Loving life. Writing. Camaraderie with buddies. Make fun of folks at work when they "earn it".
I resolve to make 2011 THE best year'a my life. Printing now. Ok, let's see. Aha. The bookshelf. I'll just stick it in this book... the 2nd row, 5th one over from the left. I won't forget that.... will I?
Love, Victurd.
I resolve to "stop time" the very first time I wrap my arms around one Ms. Aubrie Schultze (wheneverintheheck she decides to 'come out', due any day) and I just know, it will be as euphoric as the moment/feel/adulation 25+ years ago (as we left the C-Section, operating room thingy) and the nurse said "Mr. Schultze, would you like to carry your son down to the nursery?"
I resolve to put money aside every paycheck (ROF LOL) for: a nicer car, my 401K, a new roof, money for eye doctor to see whatsup with these "floaters" I see with my right eye, and, my emergency fund. (Made it thru Cub Scouts, never got to the "Be Prepared" Boy Scout thingy.)
Stop smoking. Fer sure. Uh huh. Yep. Prolly. Mebbe. One day. Hell, I've got 364 days to procrastinate. Let's see.... 364 times 35 per day.. that's... eh, nevermind.
Start working out again. I think I can I think I can. Drop fitteen pounds. Comfy again in the jeans. Two belt notches down. Chest almost as wide (in side view) as belly. I HAVE GOT to simply think: THERE'S WOMEN THERE IN SPANDEX. That'll get me there. Worked last time!
Less frequent trips to "my hideout".. you know.. the place where, when I pull in the parking lot, by the time I walk in the front door, my flavor of refreshment is already sitting on the counter... Hopefully, if I don't lose this list - by say, June, I'll hear "now what kinda beer was it you drink again, and what was your first name?"...
Keep up with the "Invoice Box" at work, keeping it virtually empty, daily (HEEEEE HEEEE HAAAAA HAAAA.. that's a REAL knee slapper!)
Use the word love, lots, and not be ashamed or afraid to do so. In using it, everyone must realize it doesn't mean ulterior "oh baby, oh baby" motives, it means "you shit you, I am SO glad to know you, love you, have you in my life. You spice it up - and for that I'm thankful." Toss it frequently to family, friends, coworkers.
Do laundry every weekend insteada every other. Brb, going to scroll up and add "put money aside for Laundromat" in the "put money aside every paycheck" thingy.
"Catch" friends, coworkers, loved ones, doing good - and letting them know I saw.
Get the heater-blower-motor thingy on my 1997 Buick Lasabre fixed. Makes me a real "chick magnet" should I ever date again in one of these KC winters. "Here, I have this little plug-in-the-lighter heater thingy, you can put it on your lap and stay warm."
Find that lifelong mate, to have, to hold, to cherish... until the day comes she too (like #1 and #2) chews me up and spits me out. It's all good. HaSnT aFfEcTeD mE.
Buy tickets when Brewers come to town and Boo Zack ("I don't wanna be here") Greinke when he pitches.
Attend as many Pittsburg State Gorilla football games as I can. My 'great' great-nephew is gonna rough some folks up next year from his linebacker spot!
Plug my DVD player in. (Nope, ain't yet.) Frequent Redbox. The Blind Side. (Has nothing to do with infatuation for Sandra Bullock.)
Find a new car insurance company (too damned high) a new Internet Provider (this one rediculou$) a cheaper cell phone (I don't need unlimited everything)..
Mebbe get another cat. Would love a hound too, but just not home enough to do justice.
Check for stray ear hairs weekly insteada bi-weekly.
Continue having fun. Laughing. Loving life. Writing. Camaraderie with buddies. Make fun of folks at work when they "earn it".
I resolve to make 2011 THE best year'a my life. Printing now. Ok, let's see. Aha. The bookshelf. I'll just stick it in this book... the 2nd row, 5th one over from the left. I won't forget that.... will I?
Love, Victurd.
Monday, December 27, 2010
2010, again...
January 12... The Haitian Earthquake devastated the island of Haiti with a 7.0 magnitude that shook the nation to its core.
In a few hours, the Port Au Prince capital was dilapidated and more than a million people became homeless; an estimated 230,000 died in the disaster.
Sacred buildings were reduced to rubble, and a lack of resources affected the population’s health, contributing to a massive outbreak of Cholera.
Humanitarian aid began flowing into the country within hours of the quake, however it was not enough to prevent rioting in the economically ravaged nation and the country has a long road ahead to restoration.
January 17 Liberty, Missouri man exits the Community Center after nice workout. Will be final exit there in the year 2010 in spite of the fact he still drives by it nightly en route home from work, and still forks over $23 per month to maintain active status. "One day I'll go back." Uh huh, sure.
February 19.. It all started when Tiger’s SUV crashed into a tree near his Orlando home. After word of Tiger Woods cheating on his wife Elin Nordegren broke in November of 2009, his wholesome image came tumbling down. Woods went into hiding and the public didn’t hear from him for months, until he made his public apology in February of 2010, a press conference that his estranged wife did not attend.
"I know I have bitterly disappointed all of you," Woods said. "For all that I have done, I am so sorry.”
February.. mighta been March.. mebbe even April.. Old fart from Liberty, Missouri joins Facebook begrudgingly... learns.. "wow... pretty cool.. I can see/visit, diss even, family, coworkers, fraternity brothers, HS classmates, former coworkers.. nice!"
April 20... an offshore floating oil rig exploded, killing 11 workers. The explosion sparked a three month oil leak that reached the shores in Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama and Florida. The spill effected wild life, killing sea creatures and spurred animal rescue missions to clean birds and other animals that were covered in oil.
Many industries including seafood restaurants, hotel tourism and others lost business because of the fear associated with the oil spill and contamination in food supply. The leak was not stopped until July 15, and studies on the effect of the oil spill are ongoing.
April 23rd.. On April 23, despite disapproval from the White House, Arizona Governor Jan Brewer signed SB 1070, a largely controversial immigration law, requiring police officers to detain people they suspect are in the country illegally, and makes it a misdemeanor crime to not carry immigration papers.
The law drew criticism from the Hispanic community, saying that this method encouraged racial profiling. Governor Brewer claimed the federal government had waited too long for immigration reform.
July 30-31.. A hunnerd some localites, ages fitty-seven to fitty-nine gather for camaraderie, cheers, war stories. I actually hate the ones that haven't changed in looks the last forty years. jk... kinda.
August 7.... Aug 7, 33 miners were reported missing in a Chilean mine collapse.
August 9, JetBlue flight attendant Steven Slater was so frustrated, he literally jumped ship, quitting his job by jumping out of a flying plane.
Slater reportedly got on the public address system, claimed he had just been called an obscenity by a passenger, grabbed two beers, and deployed the emergency shoot.
He was arrested at his Queens home hours later. Slater avoided jail by coming to a plea deal in October.
August 14th.. some old fart guy playing in a Liberty Old Man's softball league strikes out for the first time in 37 years of playing slowpitch. He's GOT to give that crap up.
October 13...October 13, after nearly 70 days trapped below the earth in a Chilean mine, all 33 miners were rescued through a tiny capsule taken like an elevator up a narrow shaft.
All 33 were deemed in good condition, one man got treated for pneumonia. The miners became instant celebrities. A publishing house plans to print their story and a movie may be in the works.
November: Rhode Island elects first openly gay Congressman David Cicilline
December 25... Santa comes.. Gotta see both nieces.. of course son, gf.. 11:30pm drive to Hospital with them turned up only Braxton Hicks. Wasn't looking for "him", was looking for Aubrie Schultze.
Entertainment goodies: Kathyrn Bigelow breaks a barrier - first woman to win Oscar for Best Director.. As The World Turns stopped turning after 54 years.. "Lost" ends.. "Twilight: Eclipse" grosses $693 million.. Heidi Montag, after 10 plastic surgeries, says "huh uh, no more... "I wish I could jump into a time machine and take it all back. Instead, I'm always going to feel like Edward Scissorhands." John Lennon now gone 30 years, wow. The whole Jay Leno/Conan O'Brien flip flop switch network return thingy...
Winner winner chicken dinner: Los Angeles Lakers, New Orleans Saints, San Francisco Giants, Alabama Crimson Tide, Duke Blue Devils,
Geek firsts... First truly synthetic organism created.. 3D TV... First commercially available Jet Pack.. Space tourism... iPad... Solar powered spacecraft... Justin Bieber..
We lost: Sparky Anderson, Manute Bol, Tom Bosley, Jill Clayburgh, Gary Coleman, Robert Culp, Tony Curtis, Elizabeth Edwards, Alexander Haig, Corey Haim, Dennis Hopper, Lena Horne, Rue McLanahan, Patricia Neal, Leslie Nielsen, Merlin Olsen, Fess Parker, Elizabeth Post, Lynn Redgrave, JD Salinger, Erich Segal, George Steinbrenner, Bobby Thompson, Stewart Udall, John Wooden.. and sadly, many, many more.
In closing... to simply "be here" at the end of another year is a very good thing. Joe Namath usedta say "I can't wait for tomorrow, cause I get better looking every day." Nomme. "I can't wait for tomorrow, 'cause IT gets better looking every day, and I'm more appreciative of each and every calendar spin. Love, Victurd.
In a few hours, the Port Au Prince capital was dilapidated and more than a million people became homeless; an estimated 230,000 died in the disaster.
Sacred buildings were reduced to rubble, and a lack of resources affected the population’s health, contributing to a massive outbreak of Cholera.
Humanitarian aid began flowing into the country within hours of the quake, however it was not enough to prevent rioting in the economically ravaged nation and the country has a long road ahead to restoration.
January 17 Liberty, Missouri man exits the Community Center after nice workout. Will be final exit there in the year 2010 in spite of the fact he still drives by it nightly en route home from work, and still forks over $23 per month to maintain active status. "One day I'll go back." Uh huh, sure.
February 19.. It all started when Tiger’s SUV crashed into a tree near his Orlando home. After word of Tiger Woods cheating on his wife Elin Nordegren broke in November of 2009, his wholesome image came tumbling down. Woods went into hiding and the public didn’t hear from him for months, until he made his public apology in February of 2010, a press conference that his estranged wife did not attend.
"I know I have bitterly disappointed all of you," Woods said. "For all that I have done, I am so sorry.”
February.. mighta been March.. mebbe even April.. Old fart from Liberty, Missouri joins Facebook begrudgingly... learns.. "wow... pretty cool.. I can see/visit, diss even, family, coworkers, fraternity brothers, HS classmates, former coworkers.. nice!"
April 20... an offshore floating oil rig exploded, killing 11 workers. The explosion sparked a three month oil leak that reached the shores in Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama and Florida. The spill effected wild life, killing sea creatures and spurred animal rescue missions to clean birds and other animals that were covered in oil.
Many industries including seafood restaurants, hotel tourism and others lost business because of the fear associated with the oil spill and contamination in food supply. The leak was not stopped until July 15, and studies on the effect of the oil spill are ongoing.
April 23rd.. On April 23, despite disapproval from the White House, Arizona Governor Jan Brewer signed SB 1070, a largely controversial immigration law, requiring police officers to detain people they suspect are in the country illegally, and makes it a misdemeanor crime to not carry immigration papers.
The law drew criticism from the Hispanic community, saying that this method encouraged racial profiling. Governor Brewer claimed the federal government had waited too long for immigration reform.
July 30-31.. A hunnerd some localites, ages fitty-seven to fitty-nine gather for camaraderie, cheers, war stories. I actually hate the ones that haven't changed in looks the last forty years. jk... kinda.
August 7.... Aug 7, 33 miners were reported missing in a Chilean mine collapse.
August 9, JetBlue flight attendant Steven Slater was so frustrated, he literally jumped ship, quitting his job by jumping out of a flying plane.
Slater reportedly got on the public address system, claimed he had just been called an obscenity by a passenger, grabbed two beers, and deployed the emergency shoot.
He was arrested at his Queens home hours later. Slater avoided jail by coming to a plea deal in October.
August 14th.. some old fart guy playing in a Liberty Old Man's softball league strikes out for the first time in 37 years of playing slowpitch. He's GOT to give that crap up.
October 13...October 13, after nearly 70 days trapped below the earth in a Chilean mine, all 33 miners were rescued through a tiny capsule taken like an elevator up a narrow shaft.
All 33 were deemed in good condition, one man got treated for pneumonia. The miners became instant celebrities. A publishing house plans to print their story and a movie may be in the works.
November: Rhode Island elects first openly gay Congressman David Cicilline
December 25... Santa comes.. Gotta see both nieces.. of course son, gf.. 11:30pm drive to Hospital with them turned up only Braxton Hicks. Wasn't looking for "him", was looking for Aubrie Schultze.
Entertainment goodies: Kathyrn Bigelow breaks a barrier - first woman to win Oscar for Best Director.. As The World Turns stopped turning after 54 years.. "Lost" ends.. "Twilight: Eclipse" grosses $693 million.. Heidi Montag, after 10 plastic surgeries, says "huh uh, no more... "I wish I could jump into a time machine and take it all back. Instead, I'm always going to feel like Edward Scissorhands." John Lennon now gone 30 years, wow. The whole Jay Leno/Conan O'Brien flip flop switch network return thingy...
Winner winner chicken dinner: Los Angeles Lakers, New Orleans Saints, San Francisco Giants, Alabama Crimson Tide, Duke Blue Devils,
Geek firsts... First truly synthetic organism created.. 3D TV... First commercially available Jet Pack.. Space tourism... iPad... Solar powered spacecraft... Justin Bieber..
We lost: Sparky Anderson, Manute Bol, Tom Bosley, Jill Clayburgh, Gary Coleman, Robert Culp, Tony Curtis, Elizabeth Edwards, Alexander Haig, Corey Haim, Dennis Hopper, Lena Horne, Rue McLanahan, Patricia Neal, Leslie Nielsen, Merlin Olsen, Fess Parker, Elizabeth Post, Lynn Redgrave, JD Salinger, Erich Segal, George Steinbrenner, Bobby Thompson, Stewart Udall, John Wooden.. and sadly, many, many more.
In closing... to simply "be here" at the end of another year is a very good thing. Joe Namath usedta say "I can't wait for tomorrow, cause I get better looking every day." Nomme. "I can't wait for tomorrow, 'cause IT gets better looking every day, and I'm more appreciative of each and every calendar spin. Love, Victurd.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Big girls don't cry (they don't cry)…..
And “fer sure” men shouldn’t cry yeah?
“In many cultures, it is more socially acceptable for women and children to cry, and less socially acceptable for men to cry.”
The above is according to “Wiki”… I vote, who cares?
I am still but 20 years from the age my father got to live to… In his later years – he very easily showed emotion – something that he hadn’t done (at least in front of my sister and I to see) in earlier years.
I’d wondered if that was due to his Parkinsons, it’s advanced stages… perhaps a medication he was taking.. Now, as I too age – I look back and don’t think it was any of the above..
Recently, for many, various reasons, situations – I find myself welling up.. a ‘happy’ well-up.. For instance, the past 20 days, the local radio station I listen to during my daily commute has been giving away a car (albeit used) a day to “a listener in need.”.. They read the stories – or, call the person directly and let them recount their story (most having a very cruddy run of bad luck, health, family woes, car trouble, etc.. through no fault of their own) – and then they announce to them they’re receiving a car to perhaps help them get things back on track from this down ‘blip’ in life…
The reactions of the recipient, the nature of it all, literally have made me cry – each and every time. The UP. The feel good. First thing outta brain: I’m embarrassed that I do this. Then, perhaps the more saner, wiser thing outta brain: I’m so very damn fortunate I am able to do this (cry, feel, like, love, show glee in ‘good’)…
Over the years, we see so, so much ugly crap in life – I think, if it is possible to draw a positive – "the ugly" helps accentuate "the good." Back in the day it was “it’s effeminate for a man to cry”… “men just don’t do that.”.. “in public?.. REALLY?”… I don’t give a rat’s ass of the perception of me on this, for me it’s a good thing. If one doesn’t feel in life, the hells the use in being here at all?
Longer I think about it –my father, his demonstrating emotion as he aged.. I don’t believe it was Parkinsons.. medication.. I believe I’m fortunate to have learned from him – and that he too had seen oodles and oodles of crap in his lifetime – and in aging, those super, special little emotional moments made him flow/feel easily.
Big girls DO cry… as well as old geezers.. and it’s Ok. Love, Victurd
“In many cultures, it is more socially acceptable for women and children to cry, and less socially acceptable for men to cry.”
The above is according to “Wiki”… I vote, who cares?
I am still but 20 years from the age my father got to live to… In his later years – he very easily showed emotion – something that he hadn’t done (at least in front of my sister and I to see) in earlier years.
I’d wondered if that was due to his Parkinsons, it’s advanced stages… perhaps a medication he was taking.. Now, as I too age – I look back and don’t think it was any of the above..
Recently, for many, various reasons, situations – I find myself welling up.. a ‘happy’ well-up.. For instance, the past 20 days, the local radio station I listen to during my daily commute has been giving away a car (albeit used) a day to “a listener in need.”.. They read the stories – or, call the person directly and let them recount their story (most having a very cruddy run of bad luck, health, family woes, car trouble, etc.. through no fault of their own) – and then they announce to them they’re receiving a car to perhaps help them get things back on track from this down ‘blip’ in life…
The reactions of the recipient, the nature of it all, literally have made me cry – each and every time. The UP. The feel good. First thing outta brain: I’m embarrassed that I do this. Then, perhaps the more saner, wiser thing outta brain: I’m so very damn fortunate I am able to do this (cry, feel, like, love, show glee in ‘good’)…
Over the years, we see so, so much ugly crap in life – I think, if it is possible to draw a positive – "the ugly" helps accentuate "the good." Back in the day it was “it’s effeminate for a man to cry”… “men just don’t do that.”.. “in public?.. REALLY?”… I don’t give a rat’s ass of the perception of me on this, for me it’s a good thing. If one doesn’t feel in life, the hells the use in being here at all?
Longer I think about it –my father, his demonstrating emotion as he aged.. I don’t believe it was Parkinsons.. medication.. I believe I’m fortunate to have learned from him – and that he too had seen oodles and oodles of crap in his lifetime – and in aging, those super, special little emotional moments made him flow/feel easily.
Big girls DO cry… as well as old geezers.. and it’s Ok. Love, Victurd
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Got any spare change?
Change. Whadda wonderful word. Change jobs. Change homes. Change cities. Change places.
Overnight trip? Changea clothes. Outta the tub and into undies? Change? Nope, that was yesterday, today’s a “flip ‘em” day.
Change? RCA Victor. Jukebox. The 78. The 33. Magnetic tape. Hi Fi. Cartridges and cassettes. Digital. The hell’s a CD? MIDI. Blue-something.
“The more things change, the more they stay the same.”… 40th High School Class Reunion. Woah. Change… Many still the same – but the outtards have changed. Change too in that mosta the ‘cliques’ are no longer so solid, now penetrable. Cool.
“Victor, you’ll never change.” Nope, prolly won’t. I gets stir crazy here at work. Likes my smoke breaks. Get on me? Change the rules? Then I’ll clock out ‘cause I enjoy ‘em so much. Uh huh, wrote that on my yearly self evaluation – not relating proudly or braggadociously, just truthfully.
Marriage? Change names. Changes decision-making. Kids? CHANGE. And MORE change, ching-a-ling……………… “I’m leaving now.” Change of heart? Changing homes. Mates. Lives. Holy shit – that’s a change. Hey, there’s no noise here now, weird. A change. Ah, but I gots the entire bed to myself – nice. But a change. I’ll eat whats I want, when I wants, go wheres I wanna go when I wanna, turn wherever I wanna whenever I wanna. Drive this speed, that speed, this close, that far – change. Relationships, into ‘em… whilst in ‘em… and ending them.. change.
Regrets in life? Too late now on past crap – can’t change it. Niftily, can paint today however we wanna. If change is your passion – go for it. I’ve grown perty comfy in my own skin – even though it don’t fit so tight any longer. Changing, ya know?
I ain’t stopping and asking for directions. (He’ll never change Mildred. Even with the advent of GPS.)
DAD?!! We’re MOVING - AGAIN? Oh man, I gotta change schools. Towns. Friends. My life. Yucky-patucky. 19 times we moved in my childhood. Last time announced “we’re moving” – sister dug heels in. Was of the age where she said “the hell we are.” Didn’t. I love Liberty. Man it’s changed.
Paper maps. Land lines. Floppy disks. Film cameras. Pay phones. Stovetop popcorn. AM radio. Mercury thermometers. Hotel keys. Cash. Encyclopedias. Slide projectors. Typewriter. Wow, change.
Weather. Don’t like the weather in Missouri? Wait til tomorrow. I’m moving to Florida, need change. Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall. Change.
You need to change your ways little missy. You’ve got to change your evil ways – baby, before I stop lovin’ you. You’ve got to change, baby, and every word that I say is true.
Resistant to change. Hesitant to change. Change-smange. He’ll never change. Wow, is she a changed person. “I’ve GOT to make changes in my life” (This is a recording.)
2 and one-half mile cab ride from downtown Tijuana, Mexico to US border. Smallest bill, a fitty. “OH, NO CHANGE SENOR!”.. Damnit….
Change planes.. Change lanes.. Change directions.. Change heat/AC settings. Recline the seat. Move it forward. Adjust/change the mirror. Aykroyd/Murphy, Trading Places. – change.
Was thinking the other day – oh how times have changed. Wondering what it woulda been like to have arrived here on the Mayflower. Many yesteryears – all vastly different. Long from now – will probably barely traces of ‘today’ still around. Different folks. Different lifestyles. Modes, means, methods, desires, hopes, wants. Change.
Sposeta have freezing rain here today. That’s a change. Unwanted. Did I mention Florida up there somewheres? Have fun with change… I myself plan to resist. Love, Victurd.
Overnight trip? Changea clothes. Outta the tub and into undies? Change? Nope, that was yesterday, today’s a “flip ‘em” day.
Change? RCA Victor. Jukebox. The 78. The 33. Magnetic tape. Hi Fi. Cartridges and cassettes. Digital. The hell’s a CD? MIDI. Blue-something.
“The more things change, the more they stay the same.”… 40th High School Class Reunion. Woah. Change… Many still the same – but the outtards have changed. Change too in that mosta the ‘cliques’ are no longer so solid, now penetrable. Cool.
“Victor, you’ll never change.” Nope, prolly won’t. I gets stir crazy here at work. Likes my smoke breaks. Get on me? Change the rules? Then I’ll clock out ‘cause I enjoy ‘em so much. Uh huh, wrote that on my yearly self evaluation – not relating proudly or braggadociously, just truthfully.
Marriage? Change names. Changes decision-making. Kids? CHANGE. And MORE change, ching-a-ling……………… “I’m leaving now.” Change of heart? Changing homes. Mates. Lives. Holy shit – that’s a change. Hey, there’s no noise here now, weird. A change. Ah, but I gots the entire bed to myself – nice. But a change. I’ll eat whats I want, when I wants, go wheres I wanna go when I wanna, turn wherever I wanna whenever I wanna. Drive this speed, that speed, this close, that far – change. Relationships, into ‘em… whilst in ‘em… and ending them.. change.
Regrets in life? Too late now on past crap – can’t change it. Niftily, can paint today however we wanna. If change is your passion – go for it. I’ve grown perty comfy in my own skin – even though it don’t fit so tight any longer. Changing, ya know?
I ain’t stopping and asking for directions. (He’ll never change Mildred. Even with the advent of GPS.)
DAD?!! We’re MOVING - AGAIN? Oh man, I gotta change schools. Towns. Friends. My life. Yucky-patucky. 19 times we moved in my childhood. Last time announced “we’re moving” – sister dug heels in. Was of the age where she said “the hell we are.” Didn’t. I love Liberty. Man it’s changed.
Paper maps. Land lines. Floppy disks. Film cameras. Pay phones. Stovetop popcorn. AM radio. Mercury thermometers. Hotel keys. Cash. Encyclopedias. Slide projectors. Typewriter. Wow, change.
Weather. Don’t like the weather in Missouri? Wait til tomorrow. I’m moving to Florida, need change. Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall. Change.
You need to change your ways little missy. You’ve got to change your evil ways – baby, before I stop lovin’ you. You’ve got to change, baby, and every word that I say is true.
Resistant to change. Hesitant to change. Change-smange. He’ll never change. Wow, is she a changed person. “I’ve GOT to make changes in my life” (This is a recording.)
2 and one-half mile cab ride from downtown Tijuana, Mexico to US border. Smallest bill, a fitty. “OH, NO CHANGE SENOR!”.. Damnit….
Change planes.. Change lanes.. Change directions.. Change heat/AC settings. Recline the seat. Move it forward. Adjust/change the mirror. Aykroyd/Murphy, Trading Places. – change.
Was thinking the other day – oh how times have changed. Wondering what it woulda been like to have arrived here on the Mayflower. Many yesteryears – all vastly different. Long from now – will probably barely traces of ‘today’ still around. Different folks. Different lifestyles. Modes, means, methods, desires, hopes, wants. Change.
Sposeta have freezing rain here today. That’s a change. Unwanted. Did I mention Florida up there somewheres? Have fun with change… I myself plan to resist. Love, Victurd.
Saturday, December 04, 2010
Feel of it.......
Wifey number 1... younger sister... 13-ish... whenever she found something with a nice, unusual, different 'feel' (a piece of material, an object, etc) she'd hold it out toward you and say "Feel of it." Kinda fun, perhaps a tad bassackwards, but - a lifetime memory..
Feel of it get's me through life. Had'a fellow teacher back in the day... VERY, VERY respected, not only in Education, but in the City of Liberty... Serious, very, and always. I'll never forget her saying "I just can't imagine laughing, funning all the time.. and I feel sorry for those that do."
Whilst I loved her, I strongly disagree, and again, I get by on 'feel of it.'
I slip, sure. But... try to live life wide-eyed, "catch the good"... "sieze the moment"... "Don't pass an opportunity to laugh"... to try to put a smile on someone's face... to perhaps lighten a mood.
I've found, over time - stronger relationships develop due to this. (Sure Victor, is that why you're twice-divorced?).. Ok, Ok, you got me - but, swear to goodness, I do live life, "feel of it."
"Example?" you might say... Well... the other day at work.. Supervisor lady in department.. great gal... great worker.. Our computer system is good, but not perfect. I had a question on a 'shipment'... she was already "in" another shipment - and there's no tabbing to look at a second shipment - to go back into the one you were working on. She sits mebbe 20 feet from me, so.... the logical thing was for her to come look at it on my screen.. First... She kinda hollered (for mebbe twelve in the area to hear) "DO YOU HAVE IT UP?"....... I got the giggles, couldn't answer.. she ran over, and funly smacked me across the head. "Feel of it."
Then... I forget occasionally. "Stressy" ex #2 usedta say. Such as the goofy FB thing of me sleeping in my chair - at work, on lunch break. Folks winged notes that I woulda winged too... but one hit me the wrong way, and I forgot completely about "feel of it"... relax, enjoy, laugh at yourself.
I've been fortunate in my lifetime to have some very good examples... parents... sister... friends... coworkers.. teachers.. many, who demonstrated/lived "feel of it." This "feel of it" is not only in humor - but in love... in like..
We go down this path but once..... I hope it's a fun one. A rewarding one. One of spreading love/like. Feel of it.
Sure, be serious about the work you do... but I vote mix in a little fun. Converse serious stuff - but every once in awhile wing in "light." Feel of it. Me thinks, again, stronger bonds are formed. Folks open up easier too it seems. Confide. Console.
Of course, the 'emotional' feel of it. I did a recent blog on my cousin, a true hero to me. His children caught wind of it, and each emailed me - and each time I received one, I reread the blog, and cried. Truly. I left an hour early that day - I was emotionally 'spent'... but... spent goes hand in hand with 'feel of it.'
I am so, so thankful to feel. Life. Love. Friendship. Feel of it.
If, into the future, I slip again, please smack me. Tell a funny joke. Remind me "Damnit Victor, if you can't laugh at yourself, then how can you laugh at anyone else?" (It's been forever and a day but I think I remember bites in the butt to be a good thing.) Did he just say that? Uh huh. Feel of it.
So yes Virginia, I respect, I honor you/your take. But from here on out, I wanna laugh, have fun, love, tell those I love "I love you" - and feel of it. Someone bite me in the butt if I forget again.
Love, Victurd.
Feel of it get's me through life. Had'a fellow teacher back in the day... VERY, VERY respected, not only in Education, but in the City of Liberty... Serious, very, and always. I'll never forget her saying "I just can't imagine laughing, funning all the time.. and I feel sorry for those that do."
Whilst I loved her, I strongly disagree, and again, I get by on 'feel of it.'
I slip, sure. But... try to live life wide-eyed, "catch the good"... "sieze the moment"... "Don't pass an opportunity to laugh"... to try to put a smile on someone's face... to perhaps lighten a mood.
I've found, over time - stronger relationships develop due to this. (Sure Victor, is that why you're twice-divorced?).. Ok, Ok, you got me - but, swear to goodness, I do live life, "feel of it."
"Example?" you might say... Well... the other day at work.. Supervisor lady in department.. great gal... great worker.. Our computer system is good, but not perfect. I had a question on a 'shipment'... she was already "in" another shipment - and there's no tabbing to look at a second shipment - to go back into the one you were working on. She sits mebbe 20 feet from me, so.... the logical thing was for her to come look at it on my screen.. First... She kinda hollered (for mebbe twelve in the area to hear) "DO YOU HAVE IT UP?"....... I got the giggles, couldn't answer.. she ran over, and funly smacked me across the head. "Feel of it."
Then... I forget occasionally. "Stressy" ex #2 usedta say. Such as the goofy FB thing of me sleeping in my chair - at work, on lunch break. Folks winged notes that I woulda winged too... but one hit me the wrong way, and I forgot completely about "feel of it"... relax, enjoy, laugh at yourself.
I've been fortunate in my lifetime to have some very good examples... parents... sister... friends... coworkers.. teachers.. many, who demonstrated/lived "feel of it." This "feel of it" is not only in humor - but in love... in like..
We go down this path but once..... I hope it's a fun one. A rewarding one. One of spreading love/like. Feel of it.
Sure, be serious about the work you do... but I vote mix in a little fun. Converse serious stuff - but every once in awhile wing in "light." Feel of it. Me thinks, again, stronger bonds are formed. Folks open up easier too it seems. Confide. Console.
Of course, the 'emotional' feel of it. I did a recent blog on my cousin, a true hero to me. His children caught wind of it, and each emailed me - and each time I received one, I reread the blog, and cried. Truly. I left an hour early that day - I was emotionally 'spent'... but... spent goes hand in hand with 'feel of it.'
I am so, so thankful to feel. Life. Love. Friendship. Feel of it.
If, into the future, I slip again, please smack me. Tell a funny joke. Remind me "Damnit Victor, if you can't laugh at yourself, then how can you laugh at anyone else?" (It's been forever and a day but I think I remember bites in the butt to be a good thing.) Did he just say that? Uh huh. Feel of it.
So yes Virginia, I respect, I honor you/your take. But from here on out, I wanna laugh, have fun, love, tell those I love "I love you" - and feel of it. Someone bite me in the butt if I forget again.
Love, Victurd.
Thursday, December 02, 2010
My cousin, my hero….
In some respects, I feel a certain sense of guilt by “coming here” all too often. I am me, average ole me. (And I DO know that.).. Yet, it’s like, there’s this little guy tugging my sleeve, reminding me “Victor…. who cares?”… And yes, aware, my story, my life no different, no better than anyone elses….
Then… I remember why I’ve come here… it ain’t about me… it’s moreso about life, our lives.. so, thank you, VERY MUCH, for allowing me to share.
Eavesdropping thru a friend’s pictures here, one Mr. Ollie Malone. (Look him up, he’s got a killer, perennial smile that takes up the 8 and ½ of the 8 and ½ by 11!) Within Mr. Ollie’s pictures is one of him standing (of course smiling) next to some former students of his from his days at the Kansas School for the Deaf.. Exchanged a few messages with Ollie – and I’d related to him of my beloved cousin – also a former teacher, principal, educator – at the Missouri School for the Deaf.
Who do kids nowadays use for role models? Our parents/teachers? Peers? Rock stars? Sports/entertainment figures?..
When I was nine, mom allowed me to take the magic marker to my plain ole plain ole white T-shirt – and write the number/name of “my hero” across the front/back of my shirt. I remember adorning it with Stan The Man… Lenny The Cool.. Otis Taylor… Bobby Bell…
My real hero though was (and is) my cousin Roger Dale Davis. Five years older, he was my everything growing up. The high school quarterback, the starting point guard on the basketball team.. Dated, eventually married, the prettiest/smartest gal/cheerleader in the school. (As well as eventually marrying a 2nd pretty, smart gal some years down the road.)
Yes, Rog’s name was “markered” on my T-shirts on more than one occasion. The sixty by one-hundred foot front yard many-a-time “turned into” the Fulton High School football field – as I’d take the snap, back up, emulate.. .mouth “and Davis drops back… he sees Dye down the right sideline… a looonnnng tosss… TOUCHDOWN! HORNETS!!”.. Or… counting down the final seconds of the basketball game… 5…. 4…. 3…. 2…. 1.. “Davis launches it from the corner, IT’S GOOD! Hornets win!”…
Yes, many have been a high school quarterback. Many, starting guard. Roger was so much more.. Shortly after high school – the draft occurred. VietNam. A horrid time. Months upon months, when the morning paper hit the ground, it was swiftly picked up to discern that hopefully there wasn’t any present skirmish going on in, around Chou Lai – one of Rog’s ‘home away from home” in VietNam..
Every phone call brought “shutters”.. . Every knock on the front door – fear. Would this time bring news of “the worst”?.. Roger, and many, many thousand more – halfway across the world protecting our freedoms – yet at home, many marching in protest. It was, to say the least, a very unusual time.
One of Roger’s heroes, the quarterback at Fulton before he, Allen Sheets, unfortunately didn’t make it home from Vietnam. Ultimately, thankfully, Rog made it back home – with a Purple Heart. Off to college – he would become a teacher/coach at the Missouri School for the Deaf. When one hears that, “School for the Deaf”, of immediate mind comes “communication problems”.. and sure.. not having that sense does make things different. Wonderful, normal kids, who happened to not be able to hear.
Roger was terrific with them. Yes, I’m biased, he’s my cousin – but he not only communicated well verbally, he was tremendous in ‘sign’ – and even moreso, he communicated with his mouth/smile, his eyebrows… I dunno if this makes sense, but he even communicated while listening.. I know you’ve been around people where there’s this God-given correlation between one’s face, and heart. Roger had that. A truly remarkable man.
I used to LOVE to go see his basketball team play KSD in Olathe. Again, normal normal kids with the one distinction. Rog’, like all coaches, would have to occasionally “get on someone” if they weren’t fulfilling their role, doing as instructed, for the good of the team. I remember one such specific occasion where the child kinda-sorta rebelled and turned his head – so, he couldn’t “hear” Rog!
Roger eventually moved up to be the Principal at MSD… then would continue on his career in education at the local High School in Fulton, MO. Again, I’m biased, sure – but plenty of other folks loved, admired my cousin Roger. In fact, if you ever visit Fulton, please go see the High School and the “Roger D. Davis Gymnasium”.. Yep, named after him!
Roger won many battles in life. Led in many battles. A leader. An educator. A communicator. The wonderful gift of teaching, occasionally admonishing, with a touch of love thrown in frequently. Roger lost the battle to cancer some years back. Taken from us all, all too early. Five beautiful children live on.
A couple years back I had the good fortune to spend Thanksgiving at Roger’s house. Niftily, every tie from his wardrobe was sewn into a circle, and wrapped the Christmas tree as a skirt.. “Tied to you forever”… Perty darn cool. And we all still are.
I dunno if I ever told him he was my idol. My hero. Maybe, if nothing else, you – or someone reading this will have the ability to go back to your childhood hero, role model, and simply tell ‘em they were.
Again, yes, he was my cousin – but too, a special, special man. God Bless, Victor
Then… I remember why I’ve come here… it ain’t about me… it’s moreso about life, our lives.. so, thank you, VERY MUCH, for allowing me to share.
Eavesdropping thru a friend’s pictures here, one Mr. Ollie Malone. (Look him up, he’s got a killer, perennial smile that takes up the 8 and ½ of the 8 and ½ by 11!) Within Mr. Ollie’s pictures is one of him standing (of course smiling) next to some former students of his from his days at the Kansas School for the Deaf.. Exchanged a few messages with Ollie – and I’d related to him of my beloved cousin – also a former teacher, principal, educator – at the Missouri School for the Deaf.
Who do kids nowadays use for role models? Our parents/teachers? Peers? Rock stars? Sports/entertainment figures?..
When I was nine, mom allowed me to take the magic marker to my plain ole plain ole white T-shirt – and write the number/name of “my hero” across the front/back of my shirt. I remember adorning it with Stan The Man… Lenny The Cool.. Otis Taylor… Bobby Bell…
My real hero though was (and is) my cousin Roger Dale Davis. Five years older, he was my everything growing up. The high school quarterback, the starting point guard on the basketball team.. Dated, eventually married, the prettiest/smartest gal/cheerleader in the school. (As well as eventually marrying a 2nd pretty, smart gal some years down the road.)
Yes, Rog’s name was “markered” on my T-shirts on more than one occasion. The sixty by one-hundred foot front yard many-a-time “turned into” the Fulton High School football field – as I’d take the snap, back up, emulate.. .mouth “and Davis drops back… he sees Dye down the right sideline… a looonnnng tosss… TOUCHDOWN! HORNETS!!”.. Or… counting down the final seconds of the basketball game… 5…. 4…. 3…. 2…. 1.. “Davis launches it from the corner, IT’S GOOD! Hornets win!”…
Yes, many have been a high school quarterback. Many, starting guard. Roger was so much more.. Shortly after high school – the draft occurred. VietNam. A horrid time. Months upon months, when the morning paper hit the ground, it was swiftly picked up to discern that hopefully there wasn’t any present skirmish going on in, around Chou Lai – one of Rog’s ‘home away from home” in VietNam..
Every phone call brought “shutters”.. . Every knock on the front door – fear. Would this time bring news of “the worst”?.. Roger, and many, many thousand more – halfway across the world protecting our freedoms – yet at home, many marching in protest. It was, to say the least, a very unusual time.
One of Roger’s heroes, the quarterback at Fulton before he, Allen Sheets, unfortunately didn’t make it home from Vietnam. Ultimately, thankfully, Rog made it back home – with a Purple Heart. Off to college – he would become a teacher/coach at the Missouri School for the Deaf. When one hears that, “School for the Deaf”, of immediate mind comes “communication problems”.. and sure.. not having that sense does make things different. Wonderful, normal kids, who happened to not be able to hear.
Roger was terrific with them. Yes, I’m biased, he’s my cousin – but he not only communicated well verbally, he was tremendous in ‘sign’ – and even moreso, he communicated with his mouth/smile, his eyebrows… I dunno if this makes sense, but he even communicated while listening.. I know you’ve been around people where there’s this God-given correlation between one’s face, and heart. Roger had that. A truly remarkable man.
I used to LOVE to go see his basketball team play KSD in Olathe. Again, normal normal kids with the one distinction. Rog’, like all coaches, would have to occasionally “get on someone” if they weren’t fulfilling their role, doing as instructed, for the good of the team. I remember one such specific occasion where the child kinda-sorta rebelled and turned his head – so, he couldn’t “hear” Rog!
Roger eventually moved up to be the Principal at MSD… then would continue on his career in education at the local High School in Fulton, MO. Again, I’m biased, sure – but plenty of other folks loved, admired my cousin Roger. In fact, if you ever visit Fulton, please go see the High School and the “Roger D. Davis Gymnasium”.. Yep, named after him!
Roger won many battles in life. Led in many battles. A leader. An educator. A communicator. The wonderful gift of teaching, occasionally admonishing, with a touch of love thrown in frequently. Roger lost the battle to cancer some years back. Taken from us all, all too early. Five beautiful children live on.
A couple years back I had the good fortune to spend Thanksgiving at Roger’s house. Niftily, every tie from his wardrobe was sewn into a circle, and wrapped the Christmas tree as a skirt.. “Tied to you forever”… Perty darn cool. And we all still are.
I dunno if I ever told him he was my idol. My hero. Maybe, if nothing else, you – or someone reading this will have the ability to go back to your childhood hero, role model, and simply tell ‘em they were.
Again, yes, he was my cousin – but too, a special, special man. God Bless, Victor
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
It's easy.
As I age, get all wrinkly… I’m beginning to understand the wonder of the word love. Perty please to close your ears if you like – but I love saying/winging the word ‘love.’ I do.
There's nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you
in time - It's easy.
Just gotta email from my bestest friend of alltime.. been thru some trial, some tribulation.. natural events of life, and unfortunately, involving a death.. I emailed back “I love you man.” Forty years ago I’da never ever thoughta saying something like that. “That’s gay.” “You’re an idiot”.. nuh uh, not now.. I love him and I don’t mind espousing..
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
I love much. I love my ex’s, uh huh do. Crazy? Probably. Ashamed I do? Quoting my stepson (whom, yes, I love) “Not no’s, but hells no’s”..
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
There's nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
It's easy.
Of course I love my son, a given. I love my nieces, great niece, great nephews, cousins, 2nd cousins, the whole fam damily. (My dad usedta say that. Love/loved him too).. I love my coworkers, yep, do. I love fellow “Class of 70” folks. Yes, even classs’a 69, 71, 72, etc.. I love my SigaMaNu brothers, still, to this day – each and every one. Mebbe THE funnest days of my life. I love folks I see on Facebook – so wonderful after all these years, renewing acquaintances, and making ‘em – with folks ya never really knew. I love it. I love. Softball teammates. "Dish" buds.. Love.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
All you need is love (all together now)
All you need is love (everybody)
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Saying the word love (I find, anyways) is therapeutic. With love, life is easier, me thinks anyways. Love is happy. Love ain’t pain-free, but it eases the pain. And no Ali/Ryan, sometimes you have to say “I’m sorry” with/when love/loving. “I’m sorry” is perhaps a blog for another day – but today the word is love. Like peanut butter, I say spread it. Immerse one’s self in it, with it – all about it. Love is joyous. Love is The Holidays. Love is the every normal day. Nightime, daytime, snooze time. Love is uplifting, inspiring… engaging.
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
LOVE, Victurd.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
It's easy.
As I age, get all wrinkly… I’m beginning to understand the wonder of the word love. Perty please to close your ears if you like – but I love saying/winging the word ‘love.’ I do.
There's nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you
in time - It's easy.
Just gotta email from my bestest friend of alltime.. been thru some trial, some tribulation.. natural events of life, and unfortunately, involving a death.. I emailed back “I love you man.” Forty years ago I’da never ever thoughta saying something like that. “That’s gay.” “You’re an idiot”.. nuh uh, not now.. I love him and I don’t mind espousing..
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
I love much. I love my ex’s, uh huh do. Crazy? Probably. Ashamed I do? Quoting my stepson (whom, yes, I love) “Not no’s, but hells no’s”..
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
There's nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
It's easy.
Of course I love my son, a given. I love my nieces, great niece, great nephews, cousins, 2nd cousins, the whole fam damily. (My dad usedta say that. Love/loved him too).. I love my coworkers, yep, do. I love fellow “Class of 70” folks. Yes, even classs’a 69, 71, 72, etc.. I love my SigaMaNu brothers, still, to this day – each and every one. Mebbe THE funnest days of my life. I love folks I see on Facebook – so wonderful after all these years, renewing acquaintances, and making ‘em – with folks ya never really knew. I love it. I love. Softball teammates. "Dish" buds.. Love.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
All you need is love (all together now)
All you need is love (everybody)
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Saying the word love (I find, anyways) is therapeutic. With love, life is easier, me thinks anyways. Love is happy. Love ain’t pain-free, but it eases the pain. And no Ali/Ryan, sometimes you have to say “I’m sorry” with/when love/loving. “I’m sorry” is perhaps a blog for another day – but today the word is love. Like peanut butter, I say spread it. Immerse one’s self in it, with it – all about it. Love is joyous. Love is The Holidays. Love is the every normal day. Nightime, daytime, snooze time. Love is uplifting, inspiring… engaging.
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
LOVE, Victurd.
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