WHAT DO YOU WANT?

Said like that, it sounds as if it’s come from a parent who has already been asked for 12 things that day from a youngster.

What do you want? This could be the order taker at Mickey D’s (Life should be happy and Victor you shouldn’t complain – I know, but, McDonalds has been around since most of us have been alive.. never fails though, one drives up, 7 cars behind.. and ya hear “gimme just a second” and they study the board they’ve perused 6,487 times. Really?)

What do you want? This could be a birthday question. Christmas. Baby shower?... It also could be used many, many ways by lovebirds (mind outta gutter, I was talking like as if someone got up from the dinner table and was asking if you wanted anything while they were up.)

Ned Yost wants another ring. Democrats want another try. Dogs want another treat. Kids want whatever is on their brain – NOW. I’m a horrible passenger in a car – I want a brake on my side (and maybe a valium.) MU fans want 2016 in the rear view mirror. Sad folks want happiness. Happy folks wanna spread it. Farmers want both rain and sun. Guy on United wants to stay on, other wanna drag him off. Polly want a cracker, Bob Dylan wants you, wants you, so baaaaaad.

Some want same ole. Some want change. Some wanna retire. Some retired wanna work. Some wanna start over – many others have enjoyed every stage of life and just wanna be blessed with another day.

I want a new car. A riding mower. To be a friend to have a friend (ie, get off my butt and contact those I’ve missed in the recent past, or, from even long ago.)

A gal I dated long ago (I know I’ve shared this before, sorry.. but, it’s what us old people wanna do).. I asked this gal “What do you want?” We weren’t at McDonalds, we weren’t dining out – the question was “about the resta your life.”
Nutshell, she was a nurse. Elderly couple came in, wife having heart probs. In fact, she coded a few times, they brought her back a few times. All the while, the gentleman sat calmly, quietly in the waiting room – learning several times though out the night what was going on from the Doctor. She finally expired. The old fella got up, and without a word – walked into the room where she lay, pulled the sheet back from her head.. planted a kiss on her cheek. Put the sheet back. Calmly, quietly walked away. “I want that” the chick I was with said. Comprende.
(There have been times I’ve wished someone had expired too – JUST KIDDING, I want you to not take me so serious!)

Many want to fight. Many want salvation. Many want a job. Many want simply a roof over their heads. Many want entitlement, and s’more, and s’more. Mick relates you can’t always get what you want. I want lasagna, a Busch Lite (cheap, sorry), a nap, Motown, to pet the dog, to kiss the girlfriend, to laugh at Shameless, to see others get what they want (If their want is for the betterment.)

Some want equality. Some want quality. Equal like. I wanna sleep thru the night without so many field trips to the john. I crave (want, just bigger) scrambled eggs, sausage (patty), hash browns, toast, jelly, COFFEE, water in the morning.

Lotta wants. Good health. Two front teeth. Outta the rain. To rain. Warmth. Laughter. Good tears.

I love contemplating about what I want. Former NW Missouri football coach, one of his simple rules “appreciate what you have, don’t worry about what you don’t have."(want)

Do you wanna dance.. I want to hold your hand.. Cal Ripken Jr said “You could be a kid for as long as you want when you play baseball” (or way too many years of softball, ha.)

I wanna go now. I wanna thank you for reading. I want you to have a nice day.

WHAT DO YOU WANT? Love, Victurd