Ah the beauty of freshly fallen snow.

That's BS (from these galoshes anyways). Yes, snow is pretty, from indoors.

You are certainly entitled to your opine, me mine. Move to Colorado if you like (nuttin' personal Mike Einerson, know how much you love it there), love visiting/viewing, but ain't no hangers for my hat there.

I literally HATE driving in this stuff. Ever grind your teeth? (Ever eat a pine tree?).. I get more muscle exercise driving in the snow than an hour on any damn elliptical machine.

You! You one car length behind me at 35 mph in four inches of snow, you're an idiot! (Sorry, slipped)...

Usedta love sledding, there was hot chocolate reward awaiting. Usedta love snow skiing, been awhile, but last time I went I was old enough to envision hip replacement with each and every exit off the lift at the top of the mountain.

COLD! Snow is GD (gosh darn) COLD! "To the bone" as we age. Patooey. Speaking of bone (with apologies to those that maybe usedta like me, and of course to my embarrassed relatives), EVER PEED IN COLD WEATHER? "Now whereinthehell did it go? I KNOW it's in there somewhere!"... Sorry, kinda.

Gloves. Whereinthehell is the other glove? I am organizationally challenged (And I swear to God dryers eat socks... To heck with you for laughing at me cause my socks don't match, I've got a pair just like 'em in my drawer at home!)..

When's the last time you gotta call "hey, wanna go play in the snow?" Uh huh, what I said.

Give me April, May, June, July and August. Ok, don't feel left out September, you're ok too.

I hate (yes, I know it's a strong word), I hate shoveling snow... snow melt.. scraping windshields.. jumping onto plastic car seats in 5 degree weather... MUSH thrown at my windshield from 4 wheel drive soccer mom's vehicle in the next lane. Yuck, patooey.

Victor, had you not job-hopped, stayed, and invested in your 401K better you could be in Phoenix chasing other raisins right now? Bite me, and you and the sled you came in on.

Short one today, mebbe pun intended. Happy New Year, travel safely, and don't worry about my gloveless hand getting frostbite, I'll put a sock on it if need be.

Going to take a xanax now, hopefully that (and Springtime) will help me put a sock on all this bitching.

Slip sliding away, love, Victurd.

Simon says........

A winter's day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Weird, to me, that sometimes when we seek, crave, desire 'others', be it relationship-wise, friendship-wise, we resort, resign to being alone.

I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

We tell ourselves "it's ok, I didn't need/want that anyways."

Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Sometimes hard to cipher Simon. Not sure if he's giving up, or, wanting so badly.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Pain (and much good) come from relationships. Alone too causes pain, but perhaps
it's sometimes easier to absorb that kind rather than having to wade thru the other kind.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.

Crying happens on islands too, it's just not as easily heard. One too can be 'mated' and so alone. Seen it (others). Been it. Tires spinning on ice. Walking into a 40 mph wind.

I/we, could give up. Some do. I won't. Ever. (And getting out has nothing to do with me just smoking my last cig... Just like going to the gym has nothing to do with spandex.)

May you be a rock in 2013. Sure, hurts. Sure, causes pain. Visiting an island can be very therapeutic. Living there, not so much.

Happy day, Victurd.

A short one on 'that word.'

I kinda purposely entitled this "that word" insteada what I was gonna: "Shit" -primarily because I've many, many friends, relatives who might see that, and would be kinda in shock... disbelief, incredulous perhaps - some, and "really?" others. . And, the immediate 'look on their face' would be akin to.. "no shit Victor?" So yes, "shit".

I'ma guessin' a vast 90 percenta us have spewed that word a time or two in our lifetime.. and many, with certain frequency. And just think, without shit, we wouldn't be here today.

"Shit happens" - we say that to remind us, as we traverse the rollercoaster of life - We wouldn't have "good" without "goo"... No matter how well planned out, intended, hopeful - shit happens.

Whilst I (of course) NEVER-EVER, I remember the phrase from back in the longhaired reasonably freakish days - exhaled and said at a very high pitch "good shit." Which, always kinda puzzled me, as I never graded mine, nor knew there even were grades for shit.

Although.. our fraternity house in college was disgusting... and that's kinda just the way we liked it. The second floor squatter.. We kept a sign, scotch tape nearby, and whenever a brother had one that was "omg, I've never seen one that long" we'd affix the sign "The King" to the commode, and it warranted the 'lid open, no flushing for three days' rule. Proud. Sick? Sure.. but proud.

I recently watched a rather humerous video of a man dressed up in a 'snow man' outfit, outside a retail establishment... and he went from "still, lifeless.... immobile", 'that's there simply for the merriment of winter', 'it's like an ornament, statue.. it's 'fixed'.. to ALLOFASUDDEN he'd "swivel" and turn toward the unsuspecting (NOW STUNNED) walker-by.. after watching a about thirty different (pardon the pun) "scared shitless" folk's reactions - "SHIT" seemed to be the most popular verbal reaction to the 'statue's sudden movement. Shit's a valuable, useful word..

Shit saves. The folks above were scared. Shit saves. That feel you get, like I had in winter time yesterday... you're behind the wheel, two hands on the wheel, in control.. and allofasudden the winter conditions of the road take the car completely out of your control.. brakes don't help.. turning the steering wheel it useless.. so insteada yelling "FOR BEHOOGITY SAKES, WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE! GIVE MY GEORGE BRETT AUTOGRAPHS TO MY FIRSTBORN GRANDSON, MY SAVINGS ACCOUNT TO AUBRIE, AND REMEMBER: CREMATION, DUMP MY ASHES ON THE CITY PARK BALLFIELD!!!!"... instead, we simply say "SHIT"... shit saves, encapsulates.

"I don't give a shit"... is good for rebellion... "had it up to here" at work, in marriage, in 'friendship'.. or, a 'so what?' to one's disbelief of "are you really gonna do that?"

Shit/shinola enables us to explain, designate stupid people.

"Don't stink", as in "he/she doesn't think his/her shit stinks." Whilst, in marriage, I was never in attendance in the restroom with her 'during', I do remember going in shortly after, and can attest to "yes... shit stinks....his, hers, everyone's"

"WHY.. YOU LITTLE SHIT!!" is a reactionary that allows us to "get back" at youthful rebellion. It's usually said with smile... and draws a smile. I guess you could even say "funny shit"..

"Funny shit" is also a common reply to an email a friend has sent u that nearly makes one pee our pants, laugh aloud over the toppa the cubicle.

"Holy shit" has nothing to do with religion - rather it's said to something we've seen in disbelief. "Are you shitting me" has nothing to do with a person/rectum, again, it too is the disbelief thing.

It is said "when you're up to your nose in shit, keep your mouth shut." There's cocky shit, shitheads, bullshit, cowshit, horseshit, piles of shit, looking "the shit"...

In real life, and in vernacular, we could never exist without shit. At age sixty "I don't care what you/people, think." Forty years ago I mighta termed it "I don't give a..............." No shit.

I've always blogged about shit, just never specifically. Sorry... kinda.

Love, Victurd.

Sorry...... bored...

Before I die..... I wanna...

I wanna cry... (Crying can be a very good thing)

I'd love to see Dems/Repubs agree on something for the betterment of our people/county.

I'd like to see some type of advanced technology that would not allow cars to get in accidents..

I'd love for kids born today, when they reach my age to know as much about cancer as I know about WWI (ie, in the past, long ago, a distant memory.)

Selfishly, I'd love to retire, and have enough to get by..

I'm going to try to tell every nice smile I see, "nice smile." Try to remember, whenever someone asks "how was your day... how you doin'... how you been" - answer, thank for asking, and reciprocate with "and you?" (I forget to do this sometimes, and a very bad habit.)

I want to have fun. Go. Do. Live. Love.

Attend my grandkid's school programs, athletic contests, Baptisms...

I promise to portray 'happy' on the outside, even though life lends us "that just ain't always the case."

See Missouri kick Kansas's butt again (in any sport)

I will continue to enjoy ogling at every nice derriere I see. Color me, as well as my fellow male brethren, pigs.

Eat a 300 burger, a Stroud's chicken breast, a Jack Stack "Pour Russ" pulled pork sandwich... go see a movie (it's been years)..

Attend a Royal's and a Chief's playoff game.

Track down those I love/remember-so, before either of us show up in the obits.

Be an ordinary Joe, which could be defined as "won't ever lay a hand on a woman... won't rob/steal/cheat... won't say things detrimental to a person/their character.. *demonstrate patience." *(Qualifier) Except for vendors with an attitude, sorry, that gets my goat.

Have a dog, and a cat again someday.

Continue to write, no matter how many eyeballs don't show up. I write because me no likey telephone, and me no livey with anyone - so it's my backwards means of 'conversation'...

I wanna see Cooperstown... the Rolling Stones.. a week of "no hurry" in Washington DC. Make it back to Maui with a devoted one (Victor, that's borderline saying things detrimental to a person/their character)... sorry..... slipped.

See humor. Hear humor. Pass humor on. Laugh. A lot.

Not be a burden to any one, ever.

Get laid. Sorry... scroll to male brethren, pigs. Slipped.

That, for this fleeting, current moment, is my bucket list....

Almost forgot........ "and yours?"

Love, Victurd.