Things I’ve learned from Facebook

Insomnia happens. To many. Often.

I remember some people that don’t remember me. Some people remember me and I don’t remember them.

Smoe people can’t splel.

Memes are funny, sometimes mean – often ‘speak’ for the poster.

Been long time since I remember seeing sheets on a clothesline. Sometimes dirty laundry here.

Alcohol happens and a card laid is a card played.

Weather sucks. Weather is wonderful. Texans and Floridians seem to be the proudest (and that’s cool). Liberty-ites are the most loyal, and never ‘leave’ no matter how faraway they live.

I see people share memories from years past – and sometimes within those memories are comments from people who are no longer here. I dunno if this is possible (but it’s happened to me) – I can smile and cry at the same time. I get the maddest at myself in these moments though – as I call myself an idiot for forgetting to (or maybe even never) tell someone “Hey, I really enjoy you.”

Those that ain’t never hit a deer, gone on a job interview, paid a bill, voted, ie, young folks, rock. They are gorgeous, loved, mostly fearless, ne’er depressed, live for fun, smiling – all’a that equates to: we should learn from them, not the other way around.

Clowns to the “left” of me, jokers to the “right” and there ain’t nobody stuck in the middle. (Victor, that’s a double negative… Uh huh, ‘tis).. Grass may be greener but no one ever jumps the fence. Whilst there are never cams on, it’s not hard to tell when one is blue in the face.

Kids remember teachers. More of us than of them. Remarkably, teachers remember kids.

A common theme is laughter.

A common thread can be family, school, work, town, neighbors, or, even a simple past place and time.

Like is good, love – even better. Emoticons interesting.

Some (of us) live here, some pass thru weekly, monthly, even yearly.

Keyboards are like mouths. The mouth and the send button are kinda similar. “I wish I hadn’t.” Yes, you can go back, delete the sent stuff on FB, but many have probably already witnessed one's skid marks.

Kinda like life, there are many one track minds: politics, sports (teams), babies, bikes, travel, cooking, religion, etc., and humor.

Some have more friends than others – and can maybe be proud of that. Some have a relatively few – and can be/are relatively happy about that.

Us old people can learn new abbreviations, smh, idk, L8R, nvm, myob, xoxoxo, jk, already knew that one.

Loyalty is huge.

Sometimes I back click one too many times and gotta go back thru all the damn ones u just read to get to where you were.

People can speak up (and speak up and speak up). It’s pretty impactive when you see/read a comment from one that rarely posts/comments.

Sadness, loss, physical ailment happens – and it’s a pretty damn fine network of support, well wishing, prayer.

FB, my take. Happy future posting, liking, loving, scrolling, enjoying, emoting. Victurd

The thrill of victory……..

Da' agony of da' feet……..

Shoe fly don’t bother me….. shoe fly don’t bother me. Ok, Ok, I know that ain’t the way shoo fly don’t bother me is spelled, but today’s blog (or ‘clog’) is about shoes – so put a sock in it!

There’s Shoe Sensation, Nike Shoe, Adidas Shoe, Payless Shoe, Bakers Shoe, Shoe Carnival, The Shoe Shoe Train, Skip to My Lou Shoe, Tippy Toes Shoe Store, And1, Asics, BOC, Bare Traps, Bass, Bates, Columbia, Converse, Crocs, Dockers, Dr. Scholl’s, Florsheim….. VICTOR? ALRIGHT ALREADY.. we get the idea!

I’ve always wondered (you chickies) what comes off first after a hard day at work.. the bra or the shoes? That feel you get when the shoes come off – yum. Soothing. I’ll just sneak into these house shoes.. prrrrrrrr…

Weird stuff.. All true (so says Wiki, Google, Bing.. one of ‘em, I forgot).. Men were the first people to wear heels (10th Century)… Sneakers got their name because their rubber soles do not make noise.. Your salary might determine the type of shoe you wear (According to Beso.com poll, whoeverinthehellthatis: 71% of women polled who make less than $40K NEVER wear heels.. 21% of those making over $150,000 wear heels EVERY day.) Audrey Hepburn brought loafers into style in the 1957 film Funny Face. In the 1940’s, due to economic sanctions against Italy, they could no longer purchase steel for the traditional heels – SO, Salvatore Ferragamo invented the Wedge Shoe.

The boots Neil Armstrong walked on the moon with are still floating around in space. Fifteen % of women own over 30 pairs of shoes. It is illegal to walk down the streets in Maine with your shoes untied. In North Dakota, it is illegal to lie down and fall asleep with your shoes on. Most expensive shoes: Ruby Slippers from House of Harry Winston - $3000. (“Put your hands in the air and take off your shoes!”) The average person walks 2,000 miles a year. Not wearing socks makes your shoes smell, at least someone mentioned that to me.

A couple of my buddies, mid ‘fun argument’ tried some one-upping. I vote that the guy that won – he stole EVERY right shoe the other guy owned (temporarily anyways).. the poor guy had to get his golf shoes outta the truck to wear to work the next day….

“If the shoe fits, it’s too expensive” Adrienne Gusoff… “The one thing children wear out faster than shoes is parents” John J Plomp… “I DID NOT have 3,000 pairs of shoes.. I had one thousand and sixty” Imelda Marcos.

Take your shoes off at the door. Get your shoes off that couch. If the shoe fits. No tennis shoes, no PE today. If Cinderella went back to pick up her shoe, she wouldn’t have become a princess, so never look back. Don’t act your age, act your shoe size, forever young. Me without you is like a shoe with no laces. Shoe is on the other foot. An old shoe. Fill someone’s shoes. Shoestring budget. Wait for the other shoe to drop. Shaking in my shoes.

Ok, I think I’ll exit stage left before I stick my shoe in my mouth.

A little ditty (about Jack and Diane’s shoes?).. No.. a little ditty about shoes: (I write to me, for me, hitchhikers welcome).. always remember it’s impossible to walk in another’s shoes.. or to know what’s going on in their world. So keep it simple, be nice – and smile.

Lace up those friendships.. show a little sole.. and don’t be a heel or a loafer.

Love, Victurd

Of Republicans, Jayhawk fans and Management…….. or………. What Pogo said

A bit ago, I was a ‘transitional’ letter carrier – which is fancy for “you ain’t permanent.”
I very strongly remember walking up to doors, only to meet Fido there – with ‘that look.’
Ya know.. the lips slowly quivering apart.. teeth shown… that impending “I’m gonna attack your person any second” look.

That’s the way uh huh uh huh.. no, that ain’t it. That’s the way (the snarl look) I feel sometimes when in silent (or aloud) battle with Republicans, Jayhawk fans or management. Or, that feel when the TV at home is turned to Fox news.. (I DO love you though girlfriend!).. I like ‘em, all of ‘em, don’t get me wrong – it’s just that we have our occasional baby ‘battles’.

So where the hell does Pogo come into this then? Glad you asked. I rode into work today, admonishing myself for something or other – and the phrase “I have met the enemy” came to my head. I do occasionally argue with Repubs, Hawks, Mgmnt – but I always come out needing a double dose of my high blood pressure medicine – so I’ve tried to curtail those wincing moments. Oh yeah, Pogo.

After “I have met the enemy” went thru my brain – I Googled it ‘cause I wasn’t sure who’d said it. Turns out, on Earth Day 1970, the cartoon character Pogo said “We have met the enemy and he is us.”

Yes, that’s right. Pub, Hawks, Mgmnt aside – we are our own worst enemy and I am highly guilty. I can let a ‘one blurt’ error ruin a weekend, my stomach, my grinding teeth and even wipe out any potential emotional uplift.

Imagine if you will, an idiot standing at the clothesline with a baseball bat – a filthy carpet hanging on the line – and he’s beating the heck outta the carpet with his bat - dirt plastering him in the face. That’s me, fighting me upon occasion. We would defriend anyone else that treated us like that, so why do we treat ourselves so badly? Inquiring (hurting) minds want to know? I know this, it can be self –fulfilling.

I don’t have answers, but I can peek. One guy writes “You’re a fantastic person on an exciting journey, in the middle of creating a life that you want. If I were you, I wouldn’t put up with that negative voice in your head. You deserve better.”

Another adds “Beating yourself up over something dumb means that you associate a negative experience with it, so if it's a behavior that you'd rather avoid, this may be an effective technique for changing your behavior. To a point, it can be a good thing since it shows that you're Beating yourself up over something dumb means that you associate a negative experience with it, so if it's a behavior that you'd rather avoid, this may be an effective technique for changing your behavior.” Prolly not the best answer..

You know, the great thing about doing a blog no one reads is you can plag… plage.. ahm, plagia.. plagiarise.. damnit.. you can copy what other people say and not notate ‘em. Ha! S’more:

So the real reason why we beat ourselves up. In all honesty, I can't know for sure. But what I do know, is that accepting it can lead to a world free of negativity. And from an objective point of view I believe a negativity free world is the best world there is. Why choose pain above happiness, or hatred above love?

Remember to stay in the moment, don't try to replay the past or get into the "What if I had done that?" Yesterday is gone...........Leave it in the past.

It’s me again.. So, hopefully me learning, and anyone else that wants to hop on this float.. becoming aware of these negative thoughts.. squeezing them out.. hopefully into the future I can do that. I am human hear me roar. Yes, teeth gritted occasionally – but usually at me. You’re correct Pogo. I suppose, ya know Repubs – we need those checks and balances. We just can’t drown in ‘em.

I reckon in life, most everything can be solved (except those gosh darn math questions with the +, x, parenthesis, divided by stuff) by simply analyzing the problem, and discovering a solution by one’s self.

Perhaps simply admitting a fault is half the battle, using battle for lack of a better term. So… next time I’m gonna spray my dirty carpet with Fabreeze inteada beating the hell out of it with a baseball bat.

Happy day, (even you Repubs, Jayhawks, Management, Hannity), Victurd