Fetal pig.......

I remember 7th grade... My love for Science (enter I-, I+ here... for you young punks, dat ain't good).. Mr. Karstens... so serious... the little aluminum trays... filled halfway with wax.. the pins.. our Exacto's... and the pig... the dead, fetal pig.

Dissection. The song below, I think, is a love song. I dissected the hell out of it, because today has been one'a them days, "hit by a pitch", get ursass up, dust off... and carry on. Mebbe like Formaldehyde, yuck, good friends, and 7th grade hormones can do to one's self - yet still, the urge to shout.

Strangely, a buddy recently asked (on FB) "what song makes you want to get up and dance?"... and I answered this one... but with disclaimer tonight.

We-eee-eeel....
You know you make me wanna (Shout!)
Kick my heels up and (Shout!)
Throw my hands up and (Shout!)
Throw my head back and (Shout!)
Come on now (Shout!)
Don't forget to say you will
Don't forget to say, yeah )
You got it, now!

Ever wake up, grab the FYI section, u see "Two Stars" (outta 5) on the Horoscope.. and it played out? Uh huh, me too. I try to live life like 'a blocking dummy'. You get your ass knocked down, you smile, you wipe urself down, you get back up, and you prepare again.

(Say) come on now
(Say) come on now
(Say) come on now
(Say) come on now
(Say) I still remember
(Shooby-doo-wop-do-wop-wop-wop-wop)

Today, events led to "you know you make me wanna shout".. no, not clap hands, no, not say "yeah yeah", and huh uh, not "aaaalll-right"."... Emailed someone fairly significant in the past, braggadociously about the wonderful events going on with someone fairly significant to us.. emailed 8 paragraphs of praise to fairly significant about fairly significant. Imagine my excitement (you know you make me want to shout) at the lovely reply "All's good." Uh huh, what I thought.

You know you make me wanna
(Shout-wooo) hey-yeah
(Shout-wooo) yeah-yeah-yeah
(Shout-wooo) aaaalll-right
(Shout-wooo) aaaalll-right
(Shout-wooo) come on now!
(Shout) come on now!
(Shout) yeah, yeah, yeah
(Shout) yeah, yeah, yeah (good sound)
(Shout) yeah, yeah, yeah (good sound)
(Shout) yeah, yeah, yeah (good sound)
(Shout) all-alright (good sound)
(Shout) it's all-alright (good sound)
(Shout) all-alright (good sound)
(Shout) all-alright (aah)

Now wai-a-ait a minute!
I feel aaaaaaallllllright!
(Yeah-Yeah, Yeah-Yeah!)
(OOOOOOOOW)

Now wai-a-ait a minute... More than you wanted to know.. Moved desk at work 300 yards to a trailer.(mandated).. "ok".. .. 11 years of crap hand-carried to my new 'home'... GD (Gosh darn) new computer, new Windows addition, a challenge for us aged ones.. 5 huge cardboard boxes of 11 years of junk, surrounding me.

Now, former 12 foot L shaped desk with boo-koo filing room replaced by 5 foot desk with filing space for a bologna sannich and a bag'a chips.

You know you make me wanna
(Shout-wooo) lift my heels up and
(Shout-wooo) throw my head back and
(Shout-wooo) kick my heels up and
(Shout-wooo) come on now
(Shout-wooo) take it easy
(Shout-wooo) take it easy
(Shout-wooo) take it easy (higher)

At exactly 22 minutes after 8am, I finally found the icon to login, let 'em know "I'm here". 9am, boss, two steps up from me emails me three times asking for help on some junk. 10am, phone rings, caller ID tells me "boss, two steps up" on phone. "Hello".. "You here?"... "Yes"... "SLEEPING?"... long pause... (A couple of weeks ago, I'd emailed him about a financially critical looming thing about one of our vendors... his email reply, "not important.. I haven't got time for this". .. (You know you make me want to shout)... so.......... I said "I haven't got time for this".. (I was looking for job when I got this one, too old for this crap.. know him, love him, but he makes me want to shout upon occasion)...

(Shout) a little bit softer now (wooo)
(Shout) a little bit softer now
(Shout) a little bit softer now
(Shout) a little bit softer now
(Shout) a little bit softer now
(Shout) a little bit softer now
(Shout) a little bit softer now
(Shout) a little bit softer now
(Shout) a little bit softer now
(Shout) a little bit softer now
(Shout) a little bit softer now
(Shout) a little bit softer now
(Shout) a little bit softer now
(Shout) a little bit softer now
(Shout) a little bit softer now
(Shout) a little bit softer now
(Shout) a little bit softer now

Ok, I will. Then I took it all in. The view from my new chair/desk. The fact I still have a wonderful job. Kid, grandkids. The fact my car runs, my arms, legs, eyes, hands, mouth - work. The fact that I see/observe "slobbery nice" (I think is how that one political party puts it.).. The fact that once again, even in s-h-i-t, life ain't bad.

(Shout) a little bit louder now
(Shout) a little bit louder now
(Shout) a little bit louder now (ooo)
(Shout) a little bit louder now
(Shout) a little bit louder now
(Shout) a little bit louder now
(Shout) a little bit louder now (wooo)
(Shout) a little bit louder now (wooo)
(Shout) a little bit louder now (wooo)
(Shout) a little bit louder now (wooo)
(Shout) a little bit louder now (wooo)
(Shout) a little bit louder now
(Shout)
Hey-Hey-A-Hey
(Hey-Hey-A-Hey)
Hey-A-Hey-A
(Hey-A-Hey-A)
Hey-A-Hey-A)
(Hey-A-Hey-A)
Hey-A-A-Hey)
(Hey-A-A-Hey)

Coming home tonight, finally actually playing this on youtube.. the shout of woe, turns to the shout of wooo, hey-hey-a-hey.

Jump Now!
Jump up and shout now (wooo)
Jump up and shout now (wooo)
Jump up and shout now (wooo)
Jump up and shout now (wooo)
Jump up and shout now (wooo)
Everybody shout now
Everybody shout now
Everybody, shout, shout
Shout, shout, shout
Shout, shout, shou-out
Shout, shout, shou-out
Shout, shout, shout, shout (oh-whoa-yeah)
Shout, shout, shout, shout (oh yeah)
Shout, shout, shout, shout
Everybody shout now (ooo)

I am an idiot, but you knew that. I abhor folks that come here (FB) diss friends, loved ones,life's events et al (bare ass, so to speak). And then I shout about it too. Oh well. We all, I reckon, have those "shout" days... Most of us move on.. smile, keep our yap shut... Others, might go to Happy Hour, come home and blog... get up the next morning and regret it.......

You know you make me want to shout..........

Love, Victurd

Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I shall die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take. Amen.

Tumultuous week. "WHY?"... "OMFG!"... "NOOOOOOO!"... "WHAT'S WRONG WITH PEOPLE?"

Begs to one day be able to state "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" (in a POSITIVE way, from a breathtaking, happy, celebratory event, happening)....

Tragedy only festers "I'm going 60 in 55 mph zone, will you get the hell off my ass"... "But boss, we've had an incredible year... WHY impose these piddly ass rules NOW?" 4/15/2013. Uncle Sam? REALLY?

Malady... The urge to slam on the brakes.......... walk.......walk sheepishly to HR with "can u put annuder fitty a pay period towards Federal".. are fortunately eased by music. ('specially if you're an old [single] fart like me, I highly recommend it as 'replacement, fill in the blank, time passer, mood easer' for whatshername, whatshisname...)

Now I lay me down sleep... in an hour and a half......... With all the 'ends' unfortunately brought this week.. thought.. "hmmm.. what would be, if asked, the last ten songs I would wanna listen to be?"....

I am certain the list would change from night to night, week to week... but tonight's list included Chapman, Petty, Cash, Clapton, Russell, Beatles, Stones, Zevon, Cline, Isley Brothers (and one by one, I cranked, 'felt')

Music heals. Music soothes. Music brings out lost feel. Music, for our diversity, is like opening the fridge and choosing. Eases... happify's, if that ain't a word, should be... tape, to hold days together... tonic, to recalling past happy times... an eiixer, reminder - life is pretty good.

(And today's Peanut Butter Parfait was topped off with hugs/loves from the grandbabies)

Love, Victurd

Melody and malady....

The beat goes on, the beat goes on
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de, la de da de da

Coach asked about how playing basketball in a mammoth football stadium would affect his players.. Small dirt track owner criticized about the track conditions by some drivers because he poured 200 (free) loads of dirt on the track... Opening day, baseball.."Coach - 40 degrees, how can your players handle that?"

Charleston was once the rage, uh huh
History has turned the page, uh huh
The mini skirts the current thing, uh huh
Teenybopper is our newborn king, uh huh

The beat goes on, the beat goes on
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de, la de da de da

"They're (the other team) playing in the same arena"... "Every driver is driving on the same track"... "Sure, we'll be cold, but the other guys have to play in the cold too."

The grocery store's the super mart, uh huh
Little girls still break their hearts, uh huh
And men still keep on marching off to war
Electrically they keep a baseball score

The beat goes on, the beat goes on
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de, la de da de da

For many individuals, life, ain't necessarily the same battlefield. Treading, not equal. Malady happens for a good portion of folks, in various ways.. The field can be slanted. Affliction happens. Emotions overtake. "Not fair" harkened by some.. Stone silence, inner dealing, by others. chronic.. deep-seated.. undesirable.. indisposed... The view, the trek, is just simply not the same.

Grandmas sit in chairs and reminisce
Boys keep chasing girls to get a kiss
The cars keep going faster all the time
Bums still cry "hey buddy, have you got a dime"

The beat goes on, the beat goes on
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de, la de da de da

I write to me for me, hitchhikers welcome. Remember to give a smile. Touch a shoulder. Open a door. Answer the phone like you'd like to have it answered for you. Boost. Compliment. For some, it's certain the beat is almost unbearable - and much of the time, that's impossible to detect.

The beat goes on, the beat goes on
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de, la de da de da

Be happy, it's contagious. Love, Victurd

I believe in you.......

I've maybe done this one before.. 1,100 some blog posts...too lazy to go back thru and peek... sorry!

Too "gooda" song/lyrics not to revisit. Some of the most fun (I've found) is revisiting in life.

I don't believe in superstars,
Organic food and foreign cars.
I don't believe the price of gold;
The certainty of growing old.
That right is right and left is wrong,
That north and south can't get along.
That east is east and west is west.
And being first is always best.

I believe we all see the same things... have the same "views from our shoes"... we just deduct differently, our own way..

But I believe in love.
I believe in babies.
I believe in Mom and Dad.
And I believe in you.

Small business.. mom and pop stores... puppies... exuberant kids... the sound of the morning paper hitting the sidewalk. that first smile "hi, howya doing?" to those we see daily, and appreciate so.... "in vogue", be it fashion, TV shows, the current top sport, goings on of a loved one, friend, current events...

Well, I don't believe that heaven waits,
For only those who congregate.
I like to think of God as love:
He's down below, He's up above.
He's watching people everywhere.
He knows who does and doesn't care.
And I'm an ordinary man,
Sometimes I wonder who I am.

We all question ourselves.. our actions... reactions... our 'place', and our "is this where I should be?"... Our ups, downs...... jubilation.... the want to go hide in the corner... shut the alarm off, hibernate... sorry Dr. Laura, our 'no want' to "Take on the day" (occasionally)..

But I believe in love.
I believe in music.
I believe in magic.
And I believe in you.

I do believe in you... my family.. my friend... my coworker.. my child...my grandchildren... my esteemed "athlete/writer/actor/actress/teacher/coach/boss/yada"... you give me hope...

I know with all my certainty,
What's going on with you and me,
Is a good thing.
It's true, I believe in you.

My FB friend... the lady whose register I always swing thru at the Piggly Wiggly.. Friends, infrequent in crossing paths from yesteryear, but when we do -'yesterday' fast-fowards/flashes thru the brain in millisecond - and out comes the 'smile'/reflection....

I don't believe virginity,
Is as common as it used to be.
In working days and sleeping nights,
That black is black and white is white.
That Superman and Robin Hood,
Are still alive in Hollywood.
That gasoline's in short supply,
The rising cost of getting by.

Christmas.. Santa.. The Easter Bunny.. The Tooth Fairy.. Nursery Rhymes... That an easy girl isn't amazing, and an amazing girl isn't easy.. and..costs to live nowadays.. .we share, in struggle...

But I believe in love.
I believe in old folks.
I believe in children.
I believe in you.

Nuff said - what better.

I believe in love.
I believe in babies.
I believe in Mom and Dad.
And I believe in you.

I write to me, for me... hitchhikers welcome. Victor... when those eyes are opened, select. Select to see good. It's out there. Prevalent. Don't fret about what you don't have... Cherish what you do..and thats a lot.

Love, Victurd.