Slow down, you move too fast
You got to make the morning last
Just kicking down the cobblestones
Looking for fun and feelin’ groovy
Ba da da da da da da, feelin’ groovy
We go 80 in the 65 mph zone. We walk, fall off curbs, run into poles, miss out on so, so much because our heads are buried in our screens.
We buy, hand kids tablets, phones, Ipads, because "here, take this, now go play (and leave me/us alone.)"
We don't lean back in the Lazy Boy because we're too anxious for the return text, the phone to ring, the email to come across. We cuss yellow lights, and dare drive thru in hopes there ain't a cop around. Hurry, we gotta get there. 2018 is all about "Are we there yet, are we, huh huh huh?"
Feelin' groovy is a lost art.
Hello, lamppost, what’cha knowin’?
I’ve come to watch your flowers growin’
Ain’t’cha got no rhymes for me?
Doot-in doo-doo, feelin’ groovy
Ba da da da da da da, feelin’ groovy
Crap it's Monday. Hurry Friday. Retirement countdown. GD (Gosh darn) stock market! I hate Winter. Whereinthehell is our waitress? Whereinthehell is our food? Is she ever gonna bring me the tab? Yeah, I saw that guy/gal I went to school with in the Piggly Wiggly, but I turned down another aisle 'cause I was in a hurry. I can't wait until that (whateverinthehell they call it) phone comes out, my phone sucks. We'll watch that show later when we can go back and fast forward thru all the commercials.
I got no deeds to do
No promises to keep
I’m dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me
Life, I love you
All is groovy
The year was 1966 when this was written. Don't get me wrong, I love life, love today.
I miss..
Kids playing outside, inside, together.
Sunday drives to nowhere.
Going the speed limit, or just under.
Conversing with family during the commercials.
Dialing a memorized phone number.
When the only F Bomb on TV happened on F-Troop.
Andy, Barney, Wally, Eddy, Clem Kadiddlehopper.
Mom and Pop cafes with plenty of room so you could stay and yap with friends, family for an hour if ya wanted to.
"Yes sir." "Yes ma'am."
Media with no political ads, news being news allowing our own take. When real anger got so bad ya met in the parking lot after school - shook hands after getting that puffy eye, fatlip.
Time was taken for each to speak of what we're thankful for.
One step forward, one step back wasn't "oh shit", it was the cha cha.
When all there was for insomnia was a 'test pattern', so ya went back to sleep. My Pillow be damned.
Are we there yet, are we, are we, are we there yet? We were at one time, just ask Paul, Art.
Don't stand in the way of progress. PROGRESS?
Eh, nevermind. I'm hoppin' in the car to take the long, scenic way to DQ to get a Peanut Buster Parfait, $4.29 be damned.
Looking for fun and feelin’ groovy
Ba da da da da da da, feelin’ groovy
Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away. Oops, wrong group.
Looking for fun and feelin’ groovy
Ba da da da da da da, feelin’ groovy
May you find fun and feel groovy, with whatever floats your boat, dinghy, pontoon, cabin cruiser, houseboat, yacht.
Life, I loveya. Watch the flowers growin'.
By Henry Gibson (Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In, circa 1968)
Love, Victurd, Ba da da da da da da, feelin’ groovy
Friday, November 30, 2018
Wednesday, November 28, 2018
Too much....
They say that Shaky Spear guy originated the phrase (too much of a good thing) waaaay back in the fittenth century.. "Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing."
Too much alcy haul make one walk zig zag.
Too much zig zag make one run to QT for Doritos.
Too much work make Jack dull boy, and millennials quit.
Too much baby crying on airplane cure white knuckles, but make teeth grit more.
To much means u no pay attention in Sophomore English.
"I get way too much happiness from good food." Elizabeth Olsen
Too much good food not good for waist.
Too much waste mean you have problem with that big long curvy thing inside your body. (Or, trash guy skip you last week.)
Too much talk not enough listen make u no very popular.
"Too much of a good thing can be wonderful." Mae West
Mae West have too much on top, make walking upright hard.
Too much Viagra make vertical Coleman tent.
Too much partying make laundry look like wall to wall carpeting.
Too much information is abbreviated TMI when you spell it out too much.
Too much grandkid photos, kid photos, political posts, dirty jokes, Woo hoo RockChalk posts make one unfollow you.
Too much peeing at night by old man make one go to doc so he does way too much to you. (When he examine, if you notice two hands on shoulders, it one hand too much)
Many would say "Too much CNN", just my opine, me thinks too much DT. Sorry. Not. Really.
I glad my pet no talk, he know too much.
If someone say "you've had too much to drink" tell them not possible, you still ugly.
Too much fun, impossible.
Too much money can makey nose point up.
(Don't worry, not too much longer)
Shoot too much they no pass to you.
"Some people care too much. I think it's called love." A.A. Milne
Some mates love too much, forgetty way home.
Chief who drink too much tea drown in own tea pee.
Golfer spent too much time looking for ball in woods his clothes were outdated when he came out.
The fattest night at King Arthur's table was Sir Cumference, he eat too much Pi
"I drink too much. The last time I gave a urine sample it had an olive in it." Rodney Dangerfield
Too much for today, sorry, but not too much,
Love, too much, Victurd
Too much alcy haul make one walk zig zag.
Too much zig zag make one run to QT for Doritos.
Too much work make Jack dull boy, and millennials quit.
Too much baby crying on airplane cure white knuckles, but make teeth grit more.
To much means u no pay attention in Sophomore English.
"I get way too much happiness from good food." Elizabeth Olsen
Too much good food not good for waist.
Too much waste mean you have problem with that big long curvy thing inside your body. (Or, trash guy skip you last week.)
Too much talk not enough listen make u no very popular.
"Too much of a good thing can be wonderful." Mae West
Mae West have too much on top, make walking upright hard.
Too much Viagra make vertical Coleman tent.
Too much partying make laundry look like wall to wall carpeting.
Too much information is abbreviated TMI when you spell it out too much.
Too much grandkid photos, kid photos, political posts, dirty jokes, Woo hoo RockChalk posts make one unfollow you.
Too much peeing at night by old man make one go to doc so he does way too much to you. (When he examine, if you notice two hands on shoulders, it one hand too much)
Many would say "Too much CNN", just my opine, me thinks too much DT. Sorry. Not. Really.
I glad my pet no talk, he know too much.
If someone say "you've had too much to drink" tell them not possible, you still ugly.
Too much fun, impossible.
Too much money can makey nose point up.
(Don't worry, not too much longer)
Shoot too much they no pass to you.
"Some people care too much. I think it's called love." A.A. Milne
Some mates love too much, forgetty way home.
Chief who drink too much tea drown in own tea pee.
Golfer spent too much time looking for ball in woods his clothes were outdated when he came out.
The fattest night at King Arthur's table was Sir Cumference, he eat too much Pi
"I drink too much. The last time I gave a urine sample it had an olive in it." Rodney Dangerfield
Too much for today, sorry, but not too much,
Love, too much, Victurd
Tuesday, November 27, 2018
I'm positive... I think...
Our secret: I have socks in my underwear drawer that are supposed to be in the sock drawer. I cannot find one of my three plastic ice cube trays. (How does one lose an ice cube tray?)
Saturday's newspaper, and the breakfast sack from Mickey D's on Sunday are both probably on the floorboard of my car. Borrowing the phrase from my favorite NFL coach "It's how I roll."
Like the all too recent blowing snowstorm, hopefully you get my drift. Thus, I will never "get it all together" to write a book. If I did though, I think the title would be "I'm positive, I think."
I try, honest I do, to be creative here. To me though, it's like a recipe - if you don't stick to the ingredients of a good recipe, it will taste like yuck. I keep trying to thinka all these new ideas (recipes) to write about - and it all comes back to one word: nice.
I know, I know, I just did a blog on nice - but you're stuck. All I could think of during insomnia today was "What's common with the folks I REALLY REALLY admire?"
Pick a few folks out that you admire. What do you find about them? We're all different, but when I stopped to think this morning about the folks I'd love to pin a "you're a wonderful person" medal on, the similarities stuck out like a thumb that'd just been placed in chocolate pudding - yum.
My take (again, you're stuck... and I'm positive, I think.)
First, they never say "Howya doing?" Oh, they do, but they do so in such a creative way it makes ya think "wow, this person cares about me...so I'm gonna tell 'em what's going on in my world." "Well Bubba, life is pretty good, in spitea the fact I've got socks in my underwear drawer, an ice tray is missing, and I BADLY need to clean my car out."
And ya know what? THEY LISTEN. Cause they're good at that. All those people that I REALLY REALLY admire. So, we're up to two things: they CARE, and they LISTEN.
I on the other hand, fall into the 'blab away' category, way-way appreciate them asking how I am, but DAMNIT, I forgot to ask how they are!
That's the way admired people roll. You'd never know if they're broke, feeling ill, cried earlier in the day, been thru disappointment with a friend or loved one... they somehow have a way of tucking that all in their back pocket, then, pointing the headlights on you to inquire of your well being. And they listen.
Where were we? Oh yeah, at two:(CARE AND LISTEN). A 3rd I noticed, they PAUSE. I listen to talk radio a bunch. Idiots like me call in, say stupid stuff. Thus, they have a 5 second delay as well as a dump button. Admired folks, they have that 5 second delay, and it allows them to dump any reply they might think - but would never say because it might be harmful to you (or me)
.
Pedestal. They plopya up there, and then catchya if ya fall. They have a way with that. I am biased about my sister. She had a way. The whole fam damily would hop in the car, she'd CARE, LISTEN, PAUSE - then we'd eat, she'd tell the waitress "I'm getting this," and on the way home she'd pump you up, put you on that pedestal, thank you and thank you and thank you... she had a way to flip flop things (wonderfully) to where you felt good because it seemed like you did her a favor. It wasn't until you'd hopped in your car, driven a few miles down the road before you realize "WAIT A MINUTE! She picked up the tab, she cared, she listened, she paused, she put us on a pedestal, she wonderfully tricked us again!"
Looking at my fingers, so that's 4...: Care; Listen; Pause; Uplift. Adding a 5th: CONSISTENT.
Me? I'm allover the board. On the days where I've fixed the sock problem, found the ice tray, cleaned my car --- then, I can't find my left boot, my chewing gum lost it's flavor on the bedpost overnight, I knock over my change jar on the way to the bathroom.. I flush...uh oh.. "now whereinthehell did I put that damn plunger?"
Not them admired folks. Oh, they may have all them problems too, but you'd never know it. You can depend on them because they are consistent.
Care; Listen; Pause; Uplift; Consistent.
Last one for today that I've noticed (Thank goodness Victor, I was starting to feel a nap coming).. HUMOR. They use that. They enjoy that. You couldn't wipe their smile off even if you used a plunger. Found it. Eww, sorry.
I was gonna name some names (I think I did mention my buddy Bubba up above) but the list is too long (OK, what the heck, a few: Bubba, CJ, Joyce, Pup, Randy, Vanda, tons more). This blog ain't about me. It's about life. I am certain you too have quite a lengthy list of folks you REALLY REALLY admire. We're lucky ain't we?
I'm positive, I think. Off to find my damn boot,
Love, Victurd
Saturday's newspaper, and the breakfast sack from Mickey D's on Sunday are both probably on the floorboard of my car. Borrowing the phrase from my favorite NFL coach "It's how I roll."
Like the all too recent blowing snowstorm, hopefully you get my drift. Thus, I will never "get it all together" to write a book. If I did though, I think the title would be "I'm positive, I think."
I try, honest I do, to be creative here. To me though, it's like a recipe - if you don't stick to the ingredients of a good recipe, it will taste like yuck. I keep trying to thinka all these new ideas (recipes) to write about - and it all comes back to one word: nice.
I know, I know, I just did a blog on nice - but you're stuck. All I could think of during insomnia today was "What's common with the folks I REALLY REALLY admire?"
Pick a few folks out that you admire. What do you find about them? We're all different, but when I stopped to think this morning about the folks I'd love to pin a "you're a wonderful person" medal on, the similarities stuck out like a thumb that'd just been placed in chocolate pudding - yum.
My take (again, you're stuck... and I'm positive, I think.)
First, they never say "Howya doing?" Oh, they do, but they do so in such a creative way it makes ya think "wow, this person cares about me...so I'm gonna tell 'em what's going on in my world." "Well Bubba, life is pretty good, in spitea the fact I've got socks in my underwear drawer, an ice tray is missing, and I BADLY need to clean my car out."
And ya know what? THEY LISTEN. Cause they're good at that. All those people that I REALLY REALLY admire. So, we're up to two things: they CARE, and they LISTEN.
I on the other hand, fall into the 'blab away' category, way-way appreciate them asking how I am, but DAMNIT, I forgot to ask how they are!
That's the way admired people roll. You'd never know if they're broke, feeling ill, cried earlier in the day, been thru disappointment with a friend or loved one... they somehow have a way of tucking that all in their back pocket, then, pointing the headlights on you to inquire of your well being. And they listen.
Where were we? Oh yeah, at two:(CARE AND LISTEN). A 3rd I noticed, they PAUSE. I listen to talk radio a bunch. Idiots like me call in, say stupid stuff. Thus, they have a 5 second delay as well as a dump button. Admired folks, they have that 5 second delay, and it allows them to dump any reply they might think - but would never say because it might be harmful to you (or me)
.
Pedestal. They plopya up there, and then catchya if ya fall. They have a way with that. I am biased about my sister. She had a way. The whole fam damily would hop in the car, she'd CARE, LISTEN, PAUSE - then we'd eat, she'd tell the waitress "I'm getting this," and on the way home she'd pump you up, put you on that pedestal, thank you and thank you and thank you... she had a way to flip flop things (wonderfully) to where you felt good because it seemed like you did her a favor. It wasn't until you'd hopped in your car, driven a few miles down the road before you realize "WAIT A MINUTE! She picked up the tab, she cared, she listened, she paused, she put us on a pedestal, she wonderfully tricked us again!"
Looking at my fingers, so that's 4...: Care; Listen; Pause; Uplift. Adding a 5th: CONSISTENT.
Me? I'm allover the board. On the days where I've fixed the sock problem, found the ice tray, cleaned my car --- then, I can't find my left boot, my chewing gum lost it's flavor on the bedpost overnight, I knock over my change jar on the way to the bathroom.. I flush...uh oh.. "now whereinthehell did I put that damn plunger?"
Not them admired folks. Oh, they may have all them problems too, but you'd never know it. You can depend on them because they are consistent.
Care; Listen; Pause; Uplift; Consistent.
Last one for today that I've noticed (Thank goodness Victor, I was starting to feel a nap coming).. HUMOR. They use that. They enjoy that. You couldn't wipe their smile off even if you used a plunger. Found it. Eww, sorry.
I was gonna name some names (I think I did mention my buddy Bubba up above) but the list is too long (OK, what the heck, a few: Bubba, CJ, Joyce, Pup, Randy, Vanda, tons more). This blog ain't about me. It's about life. I am certain you too have quite a lengthy list of folks you REALLY REALLY admire. We're lucky ain't we?
I'm positive, I think. Off to find my damn boot,
Love, Victurd
Monday, November 26, 2018
Gobbledy Goop...........
Writing is funny... Well, or it ain't. The most recent lady to git ridda me (hehe, poor poor pitiful me!) usedta start to tell a story to friends with "I've got a funny story", or a plain ole "Funny Story" and commence to tell it. I've occasionally gotta big keyboard, and sure, a big mouth.. so I'd always stop her and say "You tell it, WE'LL decide if it's funny." Mebbe why she dumped me eh?
I sit in my damn easy chair (too much, too long) simply thinking.... I wanna write, but I don't know what to write about.. Today I couldn't thinka nuttin', so, I consulted a distant relative (Master Sergeant Schultze) and he advised "I see nothing. I hear nothing. I know nothing." Gee, thanks Sarge.
I thought about a blog on failure. You know, like if at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Nah, too fluffy. I prefer "If at first you don't succeed, give it up."
I have given up on: Snow skiing. Changing the brakes on my car. Ice skating. Fixing my own lawnmower. (I see a pattern here.) Running.... Lifting more and MORE weight... 36" waist jeans (they all just went to the Thrift Store)... Reversing wrinkles.. Attempts to paint my thumb green... Commuting (yesterday's blizzard greatly solidified that one)... Working in general (Oh I might referee 1st and 2nd grade basketball, but that ain't work, that's fun.. and besides, I getta stare at the hot moms.. .Ok, damnit, you're right, I get to stare at the hot grannys...)
Point is, I reached an age where I've come to "I don't care if I ever do/try that again" on some things.
Victor...women? TBD. It's kinda like a hound dog when you let 'em off the leash for a second, they have a tendency to run off. Hehe.
Then again, I read about some folks who didn't give up.. One guy started THREE different candy companies, only to have them each fail. Some guy by the name of Wrigley or something.
Another guy was fired by a newspaper "Because he lacked creativity." Walt something or other.. Disney I think it was.
Yet anudder, started a basketball team named the Cleveland Pipers in 1960, they were bankrupt by 1962. I seen this guy on Sienfeld once, George something or other Steinbrenner I think it was.
If at first you don't succeed.. this guy was fired by Apple at age 30. Undaunted, he founded a new company, NeXT, which was eventually acquired by Apple.. and the guy reinvented Apple, took them to new heights.. the guy that lost his Job? Steve something or other Jobs I think it was.
It's funny... I got all the way here without knowing whatinthehell I was writing about, then it dawned on me.. Successes, failures, with women. VICTOR, you write the blog, WE'LL decide if it's funny. Touche'.
So, I looked into a website with "15 Reasons Why Single Men Are Giving Up On Women." Among them, the site says, "women try to change men" (the only time you can change a man is when he's a baby, my words, not theirs, but I did steal it from somewhere.)... and.. "Women expect men to know what they want without communicating, "they should know by body language."........... hmmm... "Men are tired of being thought of as a disappointment" (One chicky added "All men are not the same, they're all disappointing in their own unique way." Wow!)
This is funny. STOP IT VICTOR, WE'LL DECIDE THAT! Sorry.. kinda.
They continued "Women think that men are merely grown children. It is true that men take longer to mature and for men’s brain to develop compared to women’s, but that is not why women call men this. This term assumes that men are immature and are incapable of being adults and are still children." WHAT? HAVEN'T YOU READ MY DAMN BLOG?!!! I'm ALWAYS mature. Well, on Tuesdays I am, usually.. sometimes.
"Single men are giving up on women because they are tired of women believing that they need to rescue men from themselves." Rescue? Bark bark, arf, arf. You ain't gotta rescue me, but, mebbe you could foster me for a month or so eh? Hehe.
And, a quick list of the rest.. tired of being thought of "all men are the same".. "all men are trash." "Tired of being told something is wrong with them.".. "Blamed for relationship endings." "Their fault if women are not happy." "MEN ARE EVIL!" (They continued, "men are beautiful but they're f*ing (frigging?) evil."
I jest. Lots I guess. I've been married twice. 7-some years, 20 years. Both, wonderful ladies. Before and after, some really nice ones as well.
I'd better run. Well, you know what it's like out. I'd better ice skate, or snow ski to my car. Get the jack out, work on my pecs raising the car.. I gotta change the brakes, they're screeching. Like you Victor? Hush or I'll stick my green thumb in your ear..
I may write a book some day though.. You know, like "Under the bleachers by Seymour Butts" only I think I'll call it "Under the blankets, by C. One Morebutt."
Borrowring from Aretha (and originally recorded by Fontella Bass):
"Rescue Me."
Victor? Yes? Aren't you embarrassed to write crap like this? Speaking of failures, that don't compute, so, not really.
Love, Victurd
I sit in my damn easy chair (too much, too long) simply thinking.... I wanna write, but I don't know what to write about.. Today I couldn't thinka nuttin', so, I consulted a distant relative (Master Sergeant Schultze) and he advised "I see nothing. I hear nothing. I know nothing." Gee, thanks Sarge.
I thought about a blog on failure. You know, like if at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Nah, too fluffy. I prefer "If at first you don't succeed, give it up."
I have given up on: Snow skiing. Changing the brakes on my car. Ice skating. Fixing my own lawnmower. (I see a pattern here.) Running.... Lifting more and MORE weight... 36" waist jeans (they all just went to the Thrift Store)... Reversing wrinkles.. Attempts to paint my thumb green... Commuting (yesterday's blizzard greatly solidified that one)... Working in general (Oh I might referee 1st and 2nd grade basketball, but that ain't work, that's fun.. and besides, I getta stare at the hot moms.. .Ok, damnit, you're right, I get to stare at the hot grannys...)
Point is, I reached an age where I've come to "I don't care if I ever do/try that again" on some things.
Victor...women? TBD. It's kinda like a hound dog when you let 'em off the leash for a second, they have a tendency to run off. Hehe.
Then again, I read about some folks who didn't give up.. One guy started THREE different candy companies, only to have them each fail. Some guy by the name of Wrigley or something.
Another guy was fired by a newspaper "Because he lacked creativity." Walt something or other.. Disney I think it was.
Yet anudder, started a basketball team named the Cleveland Pipers in 1960, they were bankrupt by 1962. I seen this guy on Sienfeld once, George something or other Steinbrenner I think it was.
If at first you don't succeed.. this guy was fired by Apple at age 30. Undaunted, he founded a new company, NeXT, which was eventually acquired by Apple.. and the guy reinvented Apple, took them to new heights.. the guy that lost his Job? Steve something or other Jobs I think it was.
It's funny... I got all the way here without knowing whatinthehell I was writing about, then it dawned on me.. Successes, failures, with women. VICTOR, you write the blog, WE'LL decide if it's funny. Touche'.
So, I looked into a website with "15 Reasons Why Single Men Are Giving Up On Women." Among them, the site says, "women try to change men" (the only time you can change a man is when he's a baby, my words, not theirs, but I did steal it from somewhere.)... and.. "Women expect men to know what they want without communicating, "they should know by body language."........... hmmm... "Men are tired of being thought of as a disappointment" (One chicky added "All men are not the same, they're all disappointing in their own unique way." Wow!)
This is funny. STOP IT VICTOR, WE'LL DECIDE THAT! Sorry.. kinda.
They continued "Women think that men are merely grown children. It is true that men take longer to mature and for men’s brain to develop compared to women’s, but that is not why women call men this. This term assumes that men are immature and are incapable of being adults and are still children." WHAT? HAVEN'T YOU READ MY DAMN BLOG?!!! I'm ALWAYS mature. Well, on Tuesdays I am, usually.. sometimes.
"Single men are giving up on women because they are tired of women believing that they need to rescue men from themselves." Rescue? Bark bark, arf, arf. You ain't gotta rescue me, but, mebbe you could foster me for a month or so eh? Hehe.
And, a quick list of the rest.. tired of being thought of "all men are the same".. "all men are trash." "Tired of being told something is wrong with them.".. "Blamed for relationship endings." "Their fault if women are not happy." "MEN ARE EVIL!" (They continued, "men are beautiful but they're f*ing (frigging?) evil."
I jest. Lots I guess. I've been married twice. 7-some years, 20 years. Both, wonderful ladies. Before and after, some really nice ones as well.
I'd better run. Well, you know what it's like out. I'd better ice skate, or snow ski to my car. Get the jack out, work on my pecs raising the car.. I gotta change the brakes, they're screeching. Like you Victor? Hush or I'll stick my green thumb in your ear..
I may write a book some day though.. You know, like "Under the bleachers by Seymour Butts" only I think I'll call it "Under the blankets, by C. One Morebutt."
Borrowring from Aretha (and originally recorded by Fontella Bass):
"Rescue Me."
Victor? Yes? Aren't you embarrassed to write crap like this? Speaking of failures, that don't compute, so, not really.
Love, Victurd
Saturday, November 24, 2018
High five.. Victory lap.. Crank the music... Dance!
Of course... those are all things one does when one is happy
What about whenya ain't? What do you do when you're down?
Holidays are a magical time - but for many, it is a time filled with sadness, self-reflection, loneliness and anxiety.
Causes? What makes one person feel sad may not affect another person, but typically:
Stress
Fatigue
Unrealistic expectations
Financial Stress
Loss of a loved one
Personal health issues
Inability to be with one's family and friends..
(And many, many other reasons)...
I write this for several reasons. One, sure, I can get down.. Two, I believe others can get down... and Three, while I personally can't offer answers, I can sureasheck Google and see if I can help you (and me.)
Ideas on what to do when one is down thanks to "Lifehack":
Get up and move
Surround yourself with people you love (If distance is an issue, call, text, email, mail a letter)
Find a way to laugh
Stop being so hard on one's self (remember, happiness is a choice)
Take deep breaths (I like this one. Sure, sounds silly. I take my blood pressure almost daily. If I don't like the results, I force myself to sit in my easy chair and do exactly that - take deep breaths. You'd be amazed the difference in blood pressure readings after 10 or 15 minutes......)
Spend time with animals, they're therapeutic and smart.
Do something spontaneous and exciting (road trip to see a friend, favorite store to treat yourself to a new outfit, volunteer at a homeless shelter.)
Read something insprirational (and for sure, the Bible would be included)
Get some work done. (This one's hard for me.. I sit, I look at my apartment. I bemoan it's condition. I go to bed, wake up the next day, the woes grow, and I repeat. I do know it makes me feel better when I spic and span the joint.)
Buzzfeed relates:
Be nice to yourself. Eat well. Remember to take a break. Write down all the reasons it was worth getting out of bed and look back at these lists. Remember that you are awesome in your own right. Give a hug, get a hug. Get some sleep! Disconnect, get off the internet. Don't forget to breathe, and remember: You are doing a good job!
Yesterday was a "Jane, you ignorant slut" day for me. I allowed someone to get me down. My reaction to what happened was my very own fault. Yes, this person was ugly, but I didn't handle it well, and uh huh, it got me down, er, I allowed it to get me down... thus, another reason for small research today.
Simple ideas, but they make such sense. Sorry this ain't been fun, funny - but if one tip helps any of us - worth the keystrokes.
Happy Thanksgiving, Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas,
Victor
What about whenya ain't? What do you do when you're down?
Holidays are a magical time - but for many, it is a time filled with sadness, self-reflection, loneliness and anxiety.
Causes? What makes one person feel sad may not affect another person, but typically:
Stress
Fatigue
Unrealistic expectations
Financial Stress
Loss of a loved one
Personal health issues
Inability to be with one's family and friends..
(And many, many other reasons)...
I write this for several reasons. One, sure, I can get down.. Two, I believe others can get down... and Three, while I personally can't offer answers, I can sureasheck Google and see if I can help you (and me.)
Ideas on what to do when one is down thanks to "Lifehack":
Get up and move
Surround yourself with people you love (If distance is an issue, call, text, email, mail a letter)
Find a way to laugh
Stop being so hard on one's self (remember, happiness is a choice)
Take deep breaths (I like this one. Sure, sounds silly. I take my blood pressure almost daily. If I don't like the results, I force myself to sit in my easy chair and do exactly that - take deep breaths. You'd be amazed the difference in blood pressure readings after 10 or 15 minutes......)
Spend time with animals, they're therapeutic and smart.
Do something spontaneous and exciting (road trip to see a friend, favorite store to treat yourself to a new outfit, volunteer at a homeless shelter.)
Read something insprirational (and for sure, the Bible would be included)
Get some work done. (This one's hard for me.. I sit, I look at my apartment. I bemoan it's condition. I go to bed, wake up the next day, the woes grow, and I repeat. I do know it makes me feel better when I spic and span the joint.)
Buzzfeed relates:
Be nice to yourself. Eat well. Remember to take a break. Write down all the reasons it was worth getting out of bed and look back at these lists. Remember that you are awesome in your own right. Give a hug, get a hug. Get some sleep! Disconnect, get off the internet. Don't forget to breathe, and remember: You are doing a good job!
Yesterday was a "Jane, you ignorant slut" day for me. I allowed someone to get me down. My reaction to what happened was my very own fault. Yes, this person was ugly, but I didn't handle it well, and uh huh, it got me down, er, I allowed it to get me down... thus, another reason for small research today.
Simple ideas, but they make such sense. Sorry this ain't been fun, funny - but if one tip helps any of us - worth the keystrokes.
Happy Thanksgiving, Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas,
Victor
Sunday, November 18, 2018
Wouldn't it be nice if.........
"Be honest, be nice, be a flower not a weed." Aaron Neville
Nice is one of my favorite words. Can one write an entire blog about 'nice'? (It would be nice if it's possible.)
Holy smokes the things one learns when you're old, time on your hands...or, as onea my favorite buddies announced after I'd posted something really stupid (but funny to me) "Victor, you need a hobby." Hehe, mebbe I do.
Where was I? Oh yeah, nice. I do these silly blogs on a specific word... and before I begin writing I do TONS of research (5-10 minutes at least) on the definition of the word.
I selected Merriam-Webster's definition. Their site said "Since 1828", so I asked myself "it would be nice to know howintheheck they make any money today since they give definitions for free?" (Then I saw the ad for 30% off at Academy Sporting Goods [nice!] and answered my own question.)
Where was I again? Oh yeah, nice. It took me a full cuppa coffee, a Rolaid, and a trip to the john (TMI I know) to get over the fact the word nice is derived from the Latin word 'nescius', meaning ignorant. WHAT? That aint nice.
Merriam, for want of you to keep ona reading the ads on the RH column, contined that nice means: dissolute; coy, modest, diffident, reticent; fastidious; marked by refinement; requiring meticulous choice; requiring or marked by delicate discrimination; lacking vigor or endurance; trivial. WHAT?
Yep, turns out the word nice is 'polysemous'. Being the academic that I'm not, I thought it was referring to a type of softball I usedta play with that was made of polyurethane. No, that tweren't it. Polysemous means MULTIPLE MEANINGS. Whew, thank goodness.
S'more Merriam "pleasing and satisfying; enjoyable, attractive, or delightful; well-intentioned; mild, pleasing, clement (of weather); well or appropriately dressed." THAT'S what I'm talking about. Nice!
You have a nice smile.
That's one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me.
Wow it's nice out (to which onea my old fishin' buddies would reply, "yeah, I think I'll leave it out.")
The Bubba table. Quick recap: a group of guys that gather, that are a hunnerd percent responsible for butchering past relationships, so, we gather, and berate the ones that left us. Hehe. Anyways, we meet in a public place, and occasionally a lovely lass will walk in and one might hear "Wow! She's got a nice........" Well, you know.
Now, before we're all completely labeled misogynists (being the academic that I ain't, I learned that word not long ago.)
Where was I? Oh yeah, you women who are reading have - in your brain - completely labeled us 'nice' Bubbas as male piggies. Oink. BUT. Or BUTT, however you wanna write it, WE KNOW YOU TOO can be piglets. An ole girlfriend, explaining her take on 'a nice looking man', used the expression "I'd buzz 'em in." TOUCHE', and wipe the misogyny from your molars, brain cells!
That's a nice car.
I like you, you're nice.
I had a nice time.
"The main thing that you have to remember on this journey is, just be nice to everyone and always smile." Ed Sheeran
Nice take Ed. How profoundly wonderful would it be if we could all follow that.
Ya know? Some do. Scratch that. Many do. I dunno about you, but I've noticed packed funerals are almost always associated with "He/she was such a nice person."
Wow. Life, reduced to..... no, them ain't the correct words.. Life, enhanced for all of us around, because of niceness.
"When you are courting a nice girl, an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That's relativity." Albert Einstein
Nice day.
Nice time.
Nice to meet you.
Nice to know.
You look very nice.
The nicest thing about her is that she never criticizes us.
Nice hot bath.
Nice long walk.
Nice work!
Nice one!
Merriam, just to the left of an ad for "The Non-Surgical Knee Relief Seniors Swear By" says that some writing teachers BAN using the word nice. "It was a sunny, mild day" is more specific than "It was a nice day."... or, "Our librarian is funny and patient" insteada "Our librarian is nice."
I dunno. I kinda like plain ole nice.
One person, one moment at a time, being nice.
That's powerful.
Have a nice day
By Henri Gibson (Nice, France)
Love, Victurd
Nice is one of my favorite words. Can one write an entire blog about 'nice'? (It would be nice if it's possible.)
Holy smokes the things one learns when you're old, time on your hands...or, as onea my favorite buddies announced after I'd posted something really stupid (but funny to me) "Victor, you need a hobby." Hehe, mebbe I do.
Where was I? Oh yeah, nice. I do these silly blogs on a specific word... and before I begin writing I do TONS of research (5-10 minutes at least) on the definition of the word.
I selected Merriam-Webster's definition. Their site said "Since 1828", so I asked myself "it would be nice to know howintheheck they make any money today since they give definitions for free?" (Then I saw the ad for 30% off at Academy Sporting Goods [nice!] and answered my own question.)
Where was I again? Oh yeah, nice. It took me a full cuppa coffee, a Rolaid, and a trip to the john (TMI I know) to get over the fact the word nice is derived from the Latin word 'nescius', meaning ignorant. WHAT? That aint nice.
Merriam, for want of you to keep ona reading the ads on the RH column, contined that nice means: dissolute; coy, modest, diffident, reticent; fastidious; marked by refinement; requiring meticulous choice; requiring or marked by delicate discrimination; lacking vigor or endurance; trivial. WHAT?
Yep, turns out the word nice is 'polysemous'. Being the academic that I'm not, I thought it was referring to a type of softball I usedta play with that was made of polyurethane. No, that tweren't it. Polysemous means MULTIPLE MEANINGS. Whew, thank goodness.
S'more Merriam "pleasing and satisfying; enjoyable, attractive, or delightful; well-intentioned; mild, pleasing, clement (of weather); well or appropriately dressed." THAT'S what I'm talking about. Nice!
You have a nice smile.
That's one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me.
Wow it's nice out (to which onea my old fishin' buddies would reply, "yeah, I think I'll leave it out.")
The Bubba table. Quick recap: a group of guys that gather, that are a hunnerd percent responsible for butchering past relationships, so, we gather, and berate the ones that left us. Hehe. Anyways, we meet in a public place, and occasionally a lovely lass will walk in and one might hear "Wow! She's got a nice........" Well, you know.
Now, before we're all completely labeled misogynists (being the academic that I ain't, I learned that word not long ago.)
Where was I? Oh yeah, you women who are reading have - in your brain - completely labeled us 'nice' Bubbas as male piggies. Oink. BUT. Or BUTT, however you wanna write it, WE KNOW YOU TOO can be piglets. An ole girlfriend, explaining her take on 'a nice looking man', used the expression "I'd buzz 'em in." TOUCHE', and wipe the misogyny from your molars, brain cells!
That's a nice car.
I like you, you're nice.
I had a nice time.
"The main thing that you have to remember on this journey is, just be nice to everyone and always smile." Ed Sheeran
Nice take Ed. How profoundly wonderful would it be if we could all follow that.
Ya know? Some do. Scratch that. Many do. I dunno about you, but I've noticed packed funerals are almost always associated with "He/she was such a nice person."
Wow. Life, reduced to..... no, them ain't the correct words.. Life, enhanced for all of us around, because of niceness.
"When you are courting a nice girl, an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That's relativity." Albert Einstein
Nice day.
Nice time.
Nice to meet you.
Nice to know.
You look very nice.
The nicest thing about her is that she never criticizes us.
Nice hot bath.
Nice long walk.
Nice work!
Nice one!
Merriam, just to the left of an ad for "The Non-Surgical Knee Relief Seniors Swear By" says that some writing teachers BAN using the word nice. "It was a sunny, mild day" is more specific than "It was a nice day."... or, "Our librarian is funny and patient" insteada "Our librarian is nice."
I dunno. I kinda like plain ole nice.
One person, one moment at a time, being nice.
That's powerful.
Have a nice day
By Henri Gibson (Nice, France)
Love, Victurd
Saturday, November 17, 2018
A Winter's Day....
I have two friends. I ain't sure if they know one another, but they're both originally from Michigan. They love winter.
DID YOU HEAR THAT? They, LOVE, Winter....
Criminy...
Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatooooooooooooooooeeeeeeeyyyyyy!
The ballfield is frozen, the splash park where the kids run thru the sprinklers sits barren, empty. Long sleeves, long pants, ALL AROUND..
Tan? The hell is that? You can't be tanned in November, December, January, yada.
I HATE THE WEATHER MAN THIS TIMEA YEAR!
I gotta go pay some bills, but have you seen the ice buildup on my windshield? I no gotty remote start - so, if I were to run out, start my car, go back inside to watch the local news for a bit - odds are fitty fitty my car may be two counties away, wrecked and outta gas by the time I go back out.
Winter. You can have it.
Then again.....
I really do have very fond memories of childhood.... and this timea year.. November/December is all about family. Yes, some of us turkeys within, and uh huh, even a few hams.. but dadgummit, what better than to be INSIDE, warm, surrounded by those that love you - and more importantly, those that you love.
You can remind me I said this one day soon, but I really do enjoy seeing the freshly fallen snow. No imprints of mankind. God's work. Uh huh, I know it's a different thing admiring from the 70 degree living room window (ok, you caught me, YES, I leave my thermostat at 63, but with my MIZ-ZOU hoody I'm quite comfy, tyvm.).. than sure, being out in it.
Then again....
All the whiffle ball games, kick the can, slip and slides, koolaid stands - don't add up to the fun we had on the hill sledding as a child. We stuck our tongues on the metal part of the sled long before that damn Ralphie/pole movie came out. We caught snowflakes in our mouths. We'd erect a shrine of twigs to designate the longest sled run of the day - then we'd spend 6 hours competing to get a longer one. If we eventually gave up that pursuit, we'd have a snowball fight - or, we'd build a REAL igloo that'd fit 7 of us (and our dog, he enjoyed that too.) And after -
Presto, mom's hot chocolate. Gloves, boots, hat, pants, coat, shirt off - placed near the fireplace to warm up, dry out so we could go back at it tomorrow. Pink hands held as close to the fire as was possible to get the circulation backa goin' again. Yum.
Victor, you said "Yum." You hate Winter, remember?
I am old. I HAVE EVERY RIGHT to bitch, gripe, bemoan Winter, higher gas bills, Uncle Sam, arthritis, whereinthehelldidIleavemyreaders, etc.
Then again...
I think I kinda sorta remember, as an adult, hopping in the warm, heated, wonderful waterbed with whatshername. (Please Victor, no play by play, let's keep this PG rated.) OK dammit, you win, but, let's just say PG happened, hehe. VICTOR! Sorry, kinda.
Winter is my least favorite season.
Then again...
I love it. I don't miss commuting for work, but I loves me the challenge of being among the first ones on the road, "I'll be damned if this is keeping me at home!".. YOU'RE CRAZY FOR GETTING OUT THERE! "Ha, hold my hot chocolate and watch this!"
Four belly inches ago, I had the bright idea to attempt to workout 100 days in a row. Why I didn't start in April, I dunno.. I started in October. Long about day #56, I even kinda sorta started to like myself in the mirror. I'd go lift weights for a bit.. hop on the elliptical..stay as long as it took me to beat the damn solitaire thing on the TV screen infronta me.. THEN.. aha.. the sauna.. YES, YES, YES. Winter, kiss my arse, it's wonderful in here.
Then, YES, YES, YES, a quick, warm shower, THEN, to the Jacuzzi. (I usedta go straight from the sauna to the jacuzzi, but some lady who no speaky English great stopped me one day and said "you no follow rules, you MUST shower after sauna.." OK, OK).. but yes, the Jacuzzi, Yum!
Victor, you said Yum again. It's Winter, remember? And.. what are you getting at here? Must we suffer through paragraphs of you describing your workouts? (Ah, go stick your tongue on the basketball pole.)
The ending of that story.. Well, long about day #94... I liked me s'more in the mirror, but dadburnit, I GAINED 8 pounds! I know, I know, muscle weighs more than fat, still....
So Victor? Yes... One hunnerd. Did you make it?
After day #94, when I was looking in the mirror and liked it - I was fully cognizant "this ain't forever", I know me, I will never ever eva, keep up working out this faithfully.
So..... Day #95. School's cancelled. Seven inches of freshly fallen snow. Bitter, bitter, cold. There was no sane person sleeping in the waterbed with me to announce "You CAN'T get out in this crap!" So, I said to myself, "hold my hot chocolate and watch this."
I went the backroads of Liberty, avoiding as many hills as I could. Every business I passed - closed. Undaunted, "it's day #95, by golly I'M DOING THIS." I spun on. In fact, I damn near spun into right around lane #7 of the bowling alley as I traversed down that hill. Whew. Only blocks to go. You know the nearer your destination the more you're slip sliding away.
I did me some sideways spinning. I never did a 360, but.. close. By now my car was heated up, windshield clear, but the wipers were stilla going as snow continued to fall. Fast. FINALLY. FINALLY, I pulled into the Community Center for day #95. I proudly glanced at myself in the rear view mirror, and announced, "HA HA WINTER! TAKE THAT!"
Ahm. Where are all the cars? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Don't tell me! CLOSED? I HATE WINTER!
Then again.. I've added me some 'warmth' around the belly since that day. I even think, today, this is the very first front-wheel drive car I've ever had. I sit here now, at the computer. Long sleeves. Long pants. A super thick shawl over my lower body. It's 63 degrees, but my fingers are unthawed. And I think back - on all the enjoyment Winter has brought me in my life. Close your ears - maybe those Michigan friends ain't so bad after all.
Family. Fun. God's artwork. Ten pounds of clothing. Hammer/chisel to the windshield. Laughter. Hugs. Love. Oh, and have you ever tried Baileys in hot chocolate? Ever eat a pine tree? jk.
Slip sliding away,
Love, Victurd
DID YOU HEAR THAT? They, LOVE, Winter....
Criminy...
Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatooooooooooooooooeeeeeeeyyyyyy!
The ballfield is frozen, the splash park where the kids run thru the sprinklers sits barren, empty. Long sleeves, long pants, ALL AROUND..
Tan? The hell is that? You can't be tanned in November, December, January, yada.
I HATE THE WEATHER MAN THIS TIMEA YEAR!
I gotta go pay some bills, but have you seen the ice buildup on my windshield? I no gotty remote start - so, if I were to run out, start my car, go back inside to watch the local news for a bit - odds are fitty fitty my car may be two counties away, wrecked and outta gas by the time I go back out.
Winter. You can have it.
Then again.....
I really do have very fond memories of childhood.... and this timea year.. November/December is all about family. Yes, some of us turkeys within, and uh huh, even a few hams.. but dadgummit, what better than to be INSIDE, warm, surrounded by those that love you - and more importantly, those that you love.
You can remind me I said this one day soon, but I really do enjoy seeing the freshly fallen snow. No imprints of mankind. God's work. Uh huh, I know it's a different thing admiring from the 70 degree living room window (ok, you caught me, YES, I leave my thermostat at 63, but with my MIZ-ZOU hoody I'm quite comfy, tyvm.).. than sure, being out in it.
Then again....
All the whiffle ball games, kick the can, slip and slides, koolaid stands - don't add up to the fun we had on the hill sledding as a child. We stuck our tongues on the metal part of the sled long before that damn Ralphie/pole movie came out. We caught snowflakes in our mouths. We'd erect a shrine of twigs to designate the longest sled run of the day - then we'd spend 6 hours competing to get a longer one. If we eventually gave up that pursuit, we'd have a snowball fight - or, we'd build a REAL igloo that'd fit 7 of us (and our dog, he enjoyed that too.) And after -
Presto, mom's hot chocolate. Gloves, boots, hat, pants, coat, shirt off - placed near the fireplace to warm up, dry out so we could go back at it tomorrow. Pink hands held as close to the fire as was possible to get the circulation backa goin' again. Yum.
Victor, you said "Yum." You hate Winter, remember?
I am old. I HAVE EVERY RIGHT to bitch, gripe, bemoan Winter, higher gas bills, Uncle Sam, arthritis, whereinthehelldidIleavemyreaders, etc.
Then again...
I think I kinda sorta remember, as an adult, hopping in the warm, heated, wonderful waterbed with whatshername. (Please Victor, no play by play, let's keep this PG rated.) OK dammit, you win, but, let's just say PG happened, hehe. VICTOR! Sorry, kinda.
Winter is my least favorite season.
Then again...
I love it. I don't miss commuting for work, but I loves me the challenge of being among the first ones on the road, "I'll be damned if this is keeping me at home!".. YOU'RE CRAZY FOR GETTING OUT THERE! "Ha, hold my hot chocolate and watch this!"
Four belly inches ago, I had the bright idea to attempt to workout 100 days in a row. Why I didn't start in April, I dunno.. I started in October. Long about day #56, I even kinda sorta started to like myself in the mirror. I'd go lift weights for a bit.. hop on the elliptical..stay as long as it took me to beat the damn solitaire thing on the TV screen infronta me.. THEN.. aha.. the sauna.. YES, YES, YES. Winter, kiss my arse, it's wonderful in here.
Then, YES, YES, YES, a quick, warm shower, THEN, to the Jacuzzi. (I usedta go straight from the sauna to the jacuzzi, but some lady who no speaky English great stopped me one day and said "you no follow rules, you MUST shower after sauna.." OK, OK).. but yes, the Jacuzzi, Yum!
Victor, you said Yum again. It's Winter, remember? And.. what are you getting at here? Must we suffer through paragraphs of you describing your workouts? (Ah, go stick your tongue on the basketball pole.)
The ending of that story.. Well, long about day #94... I liked me s'more in the mirror, but dadburnit, I GAINED 8 pounds! I know, I know, muscle weighs more than fat, still....
So Victor? Yes... One hunnerd. Did you make it?
After day #94, when I was looking in the mirror and liked it - I was fully cognizant "this ain't forever", I know me, I will never ever eva, keep up working out this faithfully.
So..... Day #95. School's cancelled. Seven inches of freshly fallen snow. Bitter, bitter, cold. There was no sane person sleeping in the waterbed with me to announce "You CAN'T get out in this crap!" So, I said to myself, "hold my hot chocolate and watch this."
I went the backroads of Liberty, avoiding as many hills as I could. Every business I passed - closed. Undaunted, "it's day #95, by golly I'M DOING THIS." I spun on. In fact, I damn near spun into right around lane #7 of the bowling alley as I traversed down that hill. Whew. Only blocks to go. You know the nearer your destination the more you're slip sliding away.
I did me some sideways spinning. I never did a 360, but.. close. By now my car was heated up, windshield clear, but the wipers were stilla going as snow continued to fall. Fast. FINALLY. FINALLY, I pulled into the Community Center for day #95. I proudly glanced at myself in the rear view mirror, and announced, "HA HA WINTER! TAKE THAT!"
Ahm. Where are all the cars? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Don't tell me! CLOSED? I HATE WINTER!
Then again.. I've added me some 'warmth' around the belly since that day. I even think, today, this is the very first front-wheel drive car I've ever had. I sit here now, at the computer. Long sleeves. Long pants. A super thick shawl over my lower body. It's 63 degrees, but my fingers are unthawed. And I think back - on all the enjoyment Winter has brought me in my life. Close your ears - maybe those Michigan friends ain't so bad after all.
Family. Fun. God's artwork. Ten pounds of clothing. Hammer/chisel to the windshield. Laughter. Hugs. Love. Oh, and have you ever tried Baileys in hot chocolate? Ever eat a pine tree? jk.
Slip sliding away,
Love, Victurd
Friday, November 16, 2018
Gobble Gobble
We have 12 months. We give thanks often, but for whatever reason, Thanksgiving oft times finds us formally recording things we're thankful for. Sorry, you're stuck with mine below. Aware my brain is mebbe 'different', I think I think of things others might not think to thank. Thanks, I think.
I'm thankful for the toothpick. It allows me, after an hour or so, to enjoy my sausage biscuit again.
I'm thankful for the male/female news anchors who, mebbe silently, say to producers/owners, "hell no, we're not dressing color coordinated." Parochial school children I kinda understand... But, hard to comprehend "Hi Shiela, this is Frank, from down at the studio.. I just spoke with Charlie and he's wearing Royal Blue today, so that's whatya need to have on when you report this morning." Ick.
I'm thankful for the morning traffic gal, and that fact that I'm retired, I don't have to pay attention to where there are wrecks, road construction, etc., which, allows me to pay full attention, stare at her boobs. Sorry, kinda, have you seen her?
I'm thankful for folks that enter buildings a full 30 feet in fronta me and don't wait, hold the door. Back in my youth, I never thought about "if I hold the door for this 60+-something person, do you think they'll think they have to run/walk fast, can they even do so, and if so, is that more painful than pretending I didn't see them and going ahead inside?"
I'm thankful for Chili Cheese Fritos, BBQ sauce, ketchup, salsa, and nearby napkins to wipe sweat off.
Rather than suffer remorse for not finding 'that gal' to have, hold and celebrate fo'er an e'er, I kinda liken my life with women (too many different ones?) to colored undies. I likes colored undies (Thanks for whoever invented them.) Rather than a life destined in 'whitey-tightie' (THE only pair I getta wear), I gots me an array, some red ones, green ones, light blue ones, royal, navy, black, orange, grey, etc. (Just think [and thank] that's 16 consecutive no laundry days - if you flip 'em.)
I'm thankful for the kid in the elementary school program that steals the show, and I pray he/she doesn't grow up to sell used cars, become a telemarketer, or, willingly participate in fake GoFundMe scams.
I'm thankful for those who think "I know, I get like that too sometimes" when I don't immediately return texts, or, when I allow your call to go into my voicemail insteada picking up.
I'm thankful for librarians that laugh out loud, aging rock bands that include the favorites in their set (for the 6,428th time).
I'm thankful I've made it to November and I have no idea whereinthehell I put that list of New Years Resolutions from January.
I'm thankful for when a fart is a fart, dribble is on the basketball court, and that no one drinks from the plastic cup under the passenger seat of my car
I'm thankful for every race I've won to the WallyWorld restroom, and hopeful, no one saw when I didn't.
I am thankful flies get slow in November.
I am not thankful time flies, but I am thankful when I look down and my fly is up.
I'm thankful for Bud Light when I've spent too much time beating myself up, for Ben Gay after I've been to the gym, and I'm thankful for Rolaids after that second bowl of chili.
I am thankful for every day that ends in Y.
I am thankful for You. I am thankful to God. I am thankful for all my grandchildren, but specifically the behavior of my two year old granddaughter who reminds me how wonderful life is, and that hate, spite, angst, yada, are learned behaviors.
Love, Victurd
I'm thankful for the toothpick. It allows me, after an hour or so, to enjoy my sausage biscuit again.
I'm thankful for the male/female news anchors who, mebbe silently, say to producers/owners, "hell no, we're not dressing color coordinated." Parochial school children I kinda understand... But, hard to comprehend "Hi Shiela, this is Frank, from down at the studio.. I just spoke with Charlie and he's wearing Royal Blue today, so that's whatya need to have on when you report this morning." Ick.
I'm thankful for the morning traffic gal, and that fact that I'm retired, I don't have to pay attention to where there are wrecks, road construction, etc., which, allows me to pay full attention, stare at her boobs. Sorry, kinda, have you seen her?
I'm thankful for folks that enter buildings a full 30 feet in fronta me and don't wait, hold the door. Back in my youth, I never thought about "if I hold the door for this 60+-something person, do you think they'll think they have to run/walk fast, can they even do so, and if so, is that more painful than pretending I didn't see them and going ahead inside?"
I'm thankful for Chili Cheese Fritos, BBQ sauce, ketchup, salsa, and nearby napkins to wipe sweat off.
Rather than suffer remorse for not finding 'that gal' to have, hold and celebrate fo'er an e'er, I kinda liken my life with women (too many different ones?) to colored undies. I likes colored undies (Thanks for whoever invented them.) Rather than a life destined in 'whitey-tightie' (THE only pair I getta wear), I gots me an array, some red ones, green ones, light blue ones, royal, navy, black, orange, grey, etc. (Just think [and thank] that's 16 consecutive no laundry days - if you flip 'em.)
I'm thankful for the kid in the elementary school program that steals the show, and I pray he/she doesn't grow up to sell used cars, become a telemarketer, or, willingly participate in fake GoFundMe scams.
I'm thankful for those who think "I know, I get like that too sometimes" when I don't immediately return texts, or, when I allow your call to go into my voicemail insteada picking up.
I'm thankful for librarians that laugh out loud, aging rock bands that include the favorites in their set (for the 6,428th time).
I'm thankful I've made it to November and I have no idea whereinthehell I put that list of New Years Resolutions from January.
I'm thankful for when a fart is a fart, dribble is on the basketball court, and that no one drinks from the plastic cup under the passenger seat of my car
I'm thankful for every race I've won to the WallyWorld restroom, and hopeful, no one saw when I didn't.
I am thankful flies get slow in November.
I am not thankful time flies, but I am thankful when I look down and my fly is up.
I'm thankful for Bud Light when I've spent too much time beating myself up, for Ben Gay after I've been to the gym, and I'm thankful for Rolaids after that second bowl of chili.
I am thankful for every day that ends in Y.
I am thankful for You. I am thankful to God. I am thankful for all my grandchildren, but specifically the behavior of my two year old granddaughter who reminds me how wonderful life is, and that hate, spite, angst, yada, are learned behaviors.
Love, Victurd
Monday, November 12, 2018
Roller Derby…
We roll thru life and try to see the view from other’s shoes. Sometimes it’s easy, sometimes it ain’t.
Slot car people. One track. There ain’t no changing’ ‘em, their views, so don’t even try. The trance of rolling along down the grooven path doesn’t allow the passenger to see any other way. Red line tells me ‘grooven’ ain’t a word. Should be. Politics, you say? Ultra religion mebbe? Doesn’t mean slot car people are ‘bad’, rather, to me, they prefer not to do their own thinking and are perfectly fine with that. If they’re good, I’m good. I, though, prefer to turn off, take a side road, mebbe pack a picnic lunch occasionally, try to see things from other modes of transporting thru life.
Sledders. Dangerous. They ain’t gots no control. Oh sure, slight degrees of turning their ‘vehicle’, but they mostly spiral outta control, and ends are rarely good.
Bulldozers. I have a hard time seeing the view from them there tracks. Little people be damned, I’m going where I want, whenever I want. It ain’t “don’t tread on me”, it’s “move your ass or I will tread on you.” Mebbe at least ½ of the one percent eh? I suppose that’s not fair, and probably some would view it as jeaous (and mebbe you’re correct, the money part, but not rolling over people), but, me thinks it’s also true.
Party bus folks. Many would say “very immature” and also, probably very true. This, however, I personally see as a wonderful mode of transporting thru life. Party bus conjures smiles, hugs, laughter, wide wide open eyes, stopping whenever, wherever it looks like there may be a good time. Monday thru Friday gets in the way of party bus folks, but come woo-hoo 5pm Friday, Katy bar the door. I just typed Katy bar the door and I ain’t really got the foggiest idea exactly what it means. (Simpleton, yes, fits me.) I see it means “take precautions, trouble ahead.” I personally think that definition of Katy bar the door moreso fits ‘sledders’.. and would more define Katy bar the door (from Party bus shoes) as “take pictures, fun ahead.”
Tractors. I likes me some tractor folks. Steady. Ne’er trying to ‘one up.’ Overall is the lone attire for the tractor goer, fits any damn ‘sitiation’ and I don’t really care what you think about it. Gimme my chew, careful whereya walk behind me, but not to be confused with slot car folks. Good sorts, gentle giants, usually in need of Burt’s Bees Hand Salve for their hands. They might shoot a deer, a turkey or a pheasant, but they’d never hurt a flea.
The “one car length behindya for whatever speed limit you’re going” people. Be it 10mph, they’re one car length behind. Fitty, same thing. 80mph, you can see their nose hair in the rear view mirror. I’m thinking they don’t own easy chairs, probably on one or two kindsa blood pressure medicine, and they have no concept of the view from the shoes of the tractor, the party bus, the slot car, yada. Scenery ain’t in their dictionary. Hard to comprehend if your BP is somewheres around 120 over 75. Ain’t no Coke or Budweiser in the cooler, it’s Red Bull or nuttin’.
Hummers. Victor, maybe you’re jealou$ again eh? Eh, I dunno. I do see (most) Hummers as needing attention. Once a week to the manicure/pedicure joint… wouldn’t be caught dead wearing something from Kohls or Target - and it’s usually a ‘handed down’ kinda thinking/lifestyle. Voted along the same party lines for years, cause that's what daddy did, and his daddy, and his daddy. I’d have to use a step stool to git up in a Hummer. That’s scary, so I’ll never begin to see from those shoes.
Smart car folks. They bring their own cloth grocery bags to Aldi’s, get their quarter back. Monthly calendar planned to a T. Don’t do Facebook, rather, they incessantly logon to their bank account. Every season, they take all unwanted, unused junk to the local Savers… the house is usually in order, and there ain’t an unwashed dish anywheres. What’s for dinner next Thursday, is already known.
Teslas. These are good folks, they just no likey to think for themselves. Some would call it henpecked. Others mebbe a Stepford wife. Their waterbed has baffles, or the mattress is set to the partner's sleep numbers. Not to be confused with slot car folks though. Slot car folks are there because they choose to - Tesla folks are there because it’s the only way they can make it thru life, assisted.
Victor, if you’re so damn smart, what are you? What ‘type’ do you drive? Well, I guess I more resemble a mutt. Yeah, but that ain’t a type of car, path.. S’more. OK, I am perhaps a known tightwad. I have no interest in paying collision insurance, so I buy ‘last leg’ vehicles, say a little prayer, then sweat my arse off when they eventually breakdown. Checkenginelight cars, so to speak. I occasionally enjoy sledding.. Sometimes I jump on the party bus.. I love riding a tractor, but the overalls usually chafe my crotch. Maybe, once they’ve been out fitteen years or so, I’ll buy a used Smart car (gas mileage). As I age, sometimes I get so tired a Tesla wouldn’t be a bad thing. See? I’m a mutt.
See the USA in your Chevrolet.
Oh what a feeling.
Like a rock.
NAPA know how.
First on race day, fix or repair daily?
Keep on truckin’ my friends.. Life’s good no matter what yer drivin’.
Victor? Yes? You're weird.... If you only knew how bigga compliment that is to me, THANKS!
By Henry Ford.
Love, Victurd
Slot car people. One track. There ain’t no changing’ ‘em, their views, so don’t even try. The trance of rolling along down the grooven path doesn’t allow the passenger to see any other way. Red line tells me ‘grooven’ ain’t a word. Should be. Politics, you say? Ultra religion mebbe? Doesn’t mean slot car people are ‘bad’, rather, to me, they prefer not to do their own thinking and are perfectly fine with that. If they’re good, I’m good. I, though, prefer to turn off, take a side road, mebbe pack a picnic lunch occasionally, try to see things from other modes of transporting thru life.
Sledders. Dangerous. They ain’t gots no control. Oh sure, slight degrees of turning their ‘vehicle’, but they mostly spiral outta control, and ends are rarely good.
Bulldozers. I have a hard time seeing the view from them there tracks. Little people be damned, I’m going where I want, whenever I want. It ain’t “don’t tread on me”, it’s “move your ass or I will tread on you.” Mebbe at least ½ of the one percent eh? I suppose that’s not fair, and probably some would view it as jeaous (and mebbe you’re correct, the money part, but not rolling over people), but, me thinks it’s also true.
Party bus folks. Many would say “very immature” and also, probably very true. This, however, I personally see as a wonderful mode of transporting thru life. Party bus conjures smiles, hugs, laughter, wide wide open eyes, stopping whenever, wherever it looks like there may be a good time. Monday thru Friday gets in the way of party bus folks, but come woo-hoo 5pm Friday, Katy bar the door. I just typed Katy bar the door and I ain’t really got the foggiest idea exactly what it means. (Simpleton, yes, fits me.) I see it means “take precautions, trouble ahead.” I personally think that definition of Katy bar the door moreso fits ‘sledders’.. and would more define Katy bar the door (from Party bus shoes) as “take pictures, fun ahead.”
Tractors. I likes me some tractor folks. Steady. Ne’er trying to ‘one up.’ Overall is the lone attire for the tractor goer, fits any damn ‘sitiation’ and I don’t really care what you think about it. Gimme my chew, careful whereya walk behind me, but not to be confused with slot car folks. Good sorts, gentle giants, usually in need of Burt’s Bees Hand Salve for their hands. They might shoot a deer, a turkey or a pheasant, but they’d never hurt a flea.
The “one car length behindya for whatever speed limit you’re going” people. Be it 10mph, they’re one car length behind. Fitty, same thing. 80mph, you can see their nose hair in the rear view mirror. I’m thinking they don’t own easy chairs, probably on one or two kindsa blood pressure medicine, and they have no concept of the view from the shoes of the tractor, the party bus, the slot car, yada. Scenery ain’t in their dictionary. Hard to comprehend if your BP is somewheres around 120 over 75. Ain’t no Coke or Budweiser in the cooler, it’s Red Bull or nuttin’.
Hummers. Victor, maybe you’re jealou$ again eh? Eh, I dunno. I do see (most) Hummers as needing attention. Once a week to the manicure/pedicure joint… wouldn’t be caught dead wearing something from Kohls or Target - and it’s usually a ‘handed down’ kinda thinking/lifestyle. Voted along the same party lines for years, cause that's what daddy did, and his daddy, and his daddy. I’d have to use a step stool to git up in a Hummer. That’s scary, so I’ll never begin to see from those shoes.
Smart car folks. They bring their own cloth grocery bags to Aldi’s, get their quarter back. Monthly calendar planned to a T. Don’t do Facebook, rather, they incessantly logon to their bank account. Every season, they take all unwanted, unused junk to the local Savers… the house is usually in order, and there ain’t an unwashed dish anywheres. What’s for dinner next Thursday, is already known.
Teslas. These are good folks, they just no likey to think for themselves. Some would call it henpecked. Others mebbe a Stepford wife. Their waterbed has baffles, or the mattress is set to the partner's sleep numbers. Not to be confused with slot car folks though. Slot car folks are there because they choose to - Tesla folks are there because it’s the only way they can make it thru life, assisted.
Victor, if you’re so damn smart, what are you? What ‘type’ do you drive? Well, I guess I more resemble a mutt. Yeah, but that ain’t a type of car, path.. S’more. OK, I am perhaps a known tightwad. I have no interest in paying collision insurance, so I buy ‘last leg’ vehicles, say a little prayer, then sweat my arse off when they eventually breakdown. Checkenginelight cars, so to speak. I occasionally enjoy sledding.. Sometimes I jump on the party bus.. I love riding a tractor, but the overalls usually chafe my crotch. Maybe, once they’ve been out fitteen years or so, I’ll buy a used Smart car (gas mileage). As I age, sometimes I get so tired a Tesla wouldn’t be a bad thing. See? I’m a mutt.
See the USA in your Chevrolet.
Oh what a feeling.
Like a rock.
NAPA know how.
First on race day, fix or repair daily?
Keep on truckin’ my friends.. Life’s good no matter what yer drivin’.
Victor? Yes? You're weird.... If you only knew how bigga compliment that is to me, THANKS!
By Henry Ford.
Love, Victurd
Sunday, November 11, 2018
Life... What's so good about it?
Stephanie and Nick were at a large outdoor function with their toddler Jude this past summer. When it came time to announce to Jude "it's time to go now," there was no fit, no tantrum, no running in the opposite direction of the car. Instead, Jude hugged every single person (complete strangers) within eyeshot. Dad captured the video, and it's presently at 36 million views.
Public affairs coordinator Jonathan Perman (I know not his party and could care less) started "ACE" (American Congressional Exchange) in 2016. This program flies members of Congress across the political spectrum to the districts of opposing party members, where they spend the next 48 hours learning about each other's personal lives and their communities.
"Pizza to the Polls" is a non-profit, entirely volunteer run organization based in Portland, Oregon. On November 6th of this year, they arranged to have 10,005 pizzas delivered to folks across the country stuck in long voter lines.
After a dune buggy accident, 13 yr old Alabama native Trenton McKinley was pronounced brain dead. However, after being brain dead for days, just as his parents were preparing to donate his organs, the teen miraculously began moving his extremities. Following three brain surgeries, he is now talking, reading and walking, just two months after his near-fatal accident.
When Trenton Lewis's co-workers found out he was walking 11 miles to work every day in order to provide for his daughter, they surprised him with a car.
A kindergarten class learned to 'sign' Happy Birthday for their hard of hearing school custodian.
Between 1980 and today, global access to safe water sources has increased from 58% to 91%. Improving water sources worldwide is integral to reducing poverty and increasing food security.
Fifth graders at Maple Grove Elementary, Lachine, Montreal, under the guidance of teacher Peggy Lavery, have helped instigate the "Kindness Matters" project. All year, they've kept track of their good deeds (ex, holding the door open, playing with someone alone at recess, lending school supplies, sitting with a lonely child at lunch).. Student Matthew Sgrignuoli relates "there wasn't much mean in our school before, but now, everyone has been realizing more what it is and how to express kindness." The school won a $1000 prize on Greater Montreal Day and they in turn donated it to "Dans la rue", an organization which responds to the needs of homeless youth and youth at risk.
"Donated bone marrow to a stranger. Never met them, never will."
"I knit hats, scarves, lapghans and wash clothes for homeless veterans in transition to getting their lives back on track. Been doing it for over 10 years."
(Thanks to "Goodnewsnetwork.org; bestlife.com; theodysseyonline.com; kimberleek.com; goodnet.org; globalnews.ca; IrishNews.com)
The above is all stolen from the sites above. It didn't take long to peek to find, and thankfully, there is so, so much more ongoing good we don't, probably never will hear about.
(Aside from the fact this hardheaded German can't figure out how to get all the damn spaces reduced) Life, it's good.
Love, Victurd
Public affairs coordinator Jonathan Perman (I know not his party and could care less) started "ACE" (American Congressional Exchange) in 2016. This program flies members of Congress across the political spectrum to the districts of opposing party members, where they spend the next 48 hours learning about each other's personal lives and their communities.
"Pizza to the Polls" is a non-profit, entirely volunteer run organization based in Portland, Oregon. On November 6th of this year, they arranged to have 10,005 pizzas delivered to folks across the country stuck in long voter lines.
After a dune buggy accident, 13 yr old Alabama native Trenton McKinley was pronounced brain dead. However, after being brain dead for days, just as his parents were preparing to donate his organs, the teen miraculously began moving his extremities. Following three brain surgeries, he is now talking, reading and walking, just two months after his near-fatal accident.
When Trenton Lewis's co-workers found out he was walking 11 miles to work every day in order to provide for his daughter, they surprised him with a car.
A kindergarten class learned to 'sign' Happy Birthday for their hard of hearing school custodian.
Between 1980 and today, global access to safe water sources has increased from 58% to 91%. Improving water sources worldwide is integral to reducing poverty and increasing food security.
Fifth graders at Maple Grove Elementary, Lachine, Montreal, under the guidance of teacher Peggy Lavery, have helped instigate the "Kindness Matters" project. All year, they've kept track of their good deeds (ex, holding the door open, playing with someone alone at recess, lending school supplies, sitting with a lonely child at lunch).. Student Matthew Sgrignuoli relates "there wasn't much mean in our school before, but now, everyone has been realizing more what it is and how to express kindness." The school won a $1000 prize on Greater Montreal Day and they in turn donated it to "Dans la rue", an organization which responds to the needs of homeless youth and youth at risk.
"Donated bone marrow to a stranger. Never met them, never will."
"I knit hats, scarves, lapghans and wash clothes for homeless veterans in transition to getting their lives back on track. Been doing it for over 10 years."
(Thanks to "Goodnewsnetwork.org; bestlife.com; theodysseyonline.com; kimberleek.com; goodnet.org; globalnews.ca; IrishNews.com)
The above is all stolen from the sites above. It didn't take long to peek to find, and thankfully, there is so, so much more ongoing good we don't, probably never will hear about.
(Aside from the fact this hardheaded German can't figure out how to get all the damn spaces reduced) Life, it's good.
Love, Victurd
Life...... What's so good about it?
Stephanie and Nick were at a large outdoor function with their toddler Jude this past summer. When it came time to announce to Jude "it's time to go now," there was no fit, no tantrum, no running in the opposite direction of the car. Instead, Jude hugged every single person (complete strangers) within eyeshot. Dad captured the video, and it's presently at 36 million views.
Public affairs coordinator Jonathan Perman (I know not his party and could care less) started "ACE" (American Congressional Exchange) in 2016. This program flies members of Congress across the political spectrum to the districts of opposing party members, where they spend the next 48 hours learning about each other's personal lives and their communities.
"Pizza to the Polls" is a non-profit, entirely volunteer run organization based in Portland, Oregon. On November 6th of this year, they arranged to have 10,005 pizzas delivered to folks across the country stuck in long voter lines.
After a dune buggy accident, 13 yr old Alabama native Trenton McKinley was pronounced brain dead. However, after being brain dead for days, just as his parents were preparing to donate his organs, the teen miraculously began moving his extremities. Following three brain surgeries, he is not talking, reading and walking, just two months after his near-fatal accident.
When Trenton Lewis's co-workers found out he was walking 11 miles to work every day in order to provide for his daughter, they surprised him with a car.
A kindergarten class learned to 'sign' Happy Birthday for their hard of hearing school custodian.
Between 1980 and today, global access to safe water sources has increased from 58% to 91%. Improving water sources worldwide is integral to reducing poverty and increasing food security.
Fifth graders at Maple Grove Elementary, Lachine, Montreal, under the guidance of teacher Peggy Lavery, have helped instigate the "Kindness Matters" project. All year, they've kept track of their good deeds (ex, holding the door open, playing with someone alone at recess, lending school supplies, sitting with a lonely child at lunch).. Student Matthew Sgrignuoli relates "there wasn't much mean in our school before, but now, everyone has been realizing more what it is and how to express kindness." The school won a $1000 prize on Greater Montreal Day and they in turn donated it to "Dans la rue", an organization which responds to the needs of homeless youth and youth at risk.
"Donated bone marrow to a stranger. Never met them, never will."
"I knit hats, scarves, lapghans and wash clothes for homeless veterans in transition to getting their lives back on track. Been doing it for over 10 years."
(Thanks to "Goodnewsnetwork.org; bestlife.com; theodysseyonline.com; kimberleek.com; goodnet.org; globalnews.ca; IrishNews.com)
The above is all stolen from the sites above. It didn't take long to peek to find, and thankfully, there is so, so much more ongoing good we don't, probably never will hear about.
Life, it's good.
Love, Victurd
Public affairs coordinator Jonathan Perman (I know not his party and could care less) started "ACE" (American Congressional Exchange) in 2016. This program flies members of Congress across the political spectrum to the districts of opposing party members, where they spend the next 48 hours learning about each other's personal lives and their communities.
"Pizza to the Polls" is a non-profit, entirely volunteer run organization based in Portland, Oregon. On November 6th of this year, they arranged to have 10,005 pizzas delivered to folks across the country stuck in long voter lines.
After a dune buggy accident, 13 yr old Alabama native Trenton McKinley was pronounced brain dead. However, after being brain dead for days, just as his parents were preparing to donate his organs, the teen miraculously began moving his extremities. Following three brain surgeries, he is not talking, reading and walking, just two months after his near-fatal accident.
When Trenton Lewis's co-workers found out he was walking 11 miles to work every day in order to provide for his daughter, they surprised him with a car.
A kindergarten class learned to 'sign' Happy Birthday for their hard of hearing school custodian.
Between 1980 and today, global access to safe water sources has increased from 58% to 91%. Improving water sources worldwide is integral to reducing poverty and increasing food security.
Fifth graders at Maple Grove Elementary, Lachine, Montreal, under the guidance of teacher Peggy Lavery, have helped instigate the "Kindness Matters" project. All year, they've kept track of their good deeds (ex, holding the door open, playing with someone alone at recess, lending school supplies, sitting with a lonely child at lunch).. Student Matthew Sgrignuoli relates "there wasn't much mean in our school before, but now, everyone has been realizing more what it is and how to express kindness." The school won a $1000 prize on Greater Montreal Day and they in turn donated it to "Dans la rue", an organization which responds to the needs of homeless youth and youth at risk.
"Donated bone marrow to a stranger. Never met them, never will."
"I knit hats, scarves, lapghans and wash clothes for homeless veterans in transition to getting their lives back on track. Been doing it for over 10 years."
(Thanks to "Goodnewsnetwork.org; bestlife.com; theodysseyonline.com; kimberleek.com; goodnet.org; globalnews.ca; IrishNews.com)
The above is all stolen from the sites above. It didn't take long to peek to find, and thankfully, there is so, so much more ongoing good we don't, probably never will hear about.
Life, it's good.
Love, Victurd
Wednesday, November 07, 2018
And the beat goes on.....
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
Red, blue. Left, right. Dem, Repub. House, Senate.
Charleston was once the rage, uh huh
History has turned the page, uh huh
The miniskirt's the current thing, uh huh
Teenybopper is our newborn king, uh huh
You know, it's funny how stages repeat themselves. This song is from 1967. I went to an MU football game a few years back, the 'current thing' then was jeans so tight, I dunno whatinthehell one would do if ya hadta fart. I went again a few weeks ago, and the 'current thing' is once again, the miniskirt, uh huh............. Millennial is our newborn king, uh huh.
And the beat goes on, beat goes on
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de, la de da de da
Thankfully, there is music. That we can all agree on eh? Music makes car rides hella sweeter.. makes a groupa friends haveta speak up a bit, but in doing so, we bop, gyrate, bounce, feel, live, thank.
The grocery store's the supermart, 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
Well hell's bells. Now you can have the Piggly Wiggly deliver to your door. The Dot.com beat goes on.
Little girls still break their hearts, uh huh. Lemme see, for me, this one 7 years, that one 20, add a 1 yr and a 3 yr, I/we quite simply never figured our way outta the corn maze. The beat goes on.
Sadly, men still keep on marching off to war. I wish they didn't.
Yes, everywhere except Wrigley Field (and Fenway), they electronically keep a baseball score. Stay tuned, robotically called balls and strikes are comin, and the beat goes on, yes the beat goes on, uh huh.
And 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
Back to music again eh? That ain't a bad thing. Hopefully one day life will play "Come Together."
Grandmas sit in chairs and reminisce
Boys keep chasing girls to get a kiss
The cars keep a going faster all the time
Bums still cries, "Hey buddy, have you got a dime?"
Grandmas AND Grandpas sit in those chairs, and yes, reminisce is hella fun, keeps one at least thinking young.
Boys keep chasing girls to get a kiss, uh huh, but today, there ain't no running and sometimes a walker is involved.
Cars keep going faster, but now, you can even take a nap while the damn thing drives you there.
Bums still cry out - in Kansas City, recently a charitable group of citizens was feeding the homeless, the KC Health Department happened upon, grabbed all the food, poured bleach on it. "You can't do that" Health Department said. Go figure, sadly that beat goes on.
And 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
Welllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll, you know you make me wanna SHOUT,,, kick my heels up and SHOUT, throw my hands back and SHOUT, throw my head back and SHOUT, come on now SHOUT. I vote (and I voted yesterday).. I vote, ifn's you/we see yet anudder left/right, right/left spat on social media, insteada redfacedly replying, simply copy/paste this song (Shout 1 and 2 by the Isley Bros) from youtube. Hell to the yes. Thank you music.
And the beat goes on, yes, the beat goes on
And the beat goes on, and the beat goes on
(on, on, on, on)
The beat goes on and the beat goes on
(on, on, on, on)
The beat goes on.
Life is fleeting. The beat going on is a very damn good thing. We just seemingly gotta remind ourselves occasionally.
I can't dance. But I'd liketa. Anyone? La de da de de, la de da de da.
Love, Victurd
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de, la de da de da
Red, blue. Left, right. Dem, Repub. House, Senate.
Charleston was once the rage, uh huh
History has turned the page, uh huh
The miniskirt's the current thing, uh huh
Teenybopper is our newborn king, uh huh
You know, it's funny how stages repeat themselves. This song is from 1967. I went to an MU football game a few years back, the 'current thing' then was jeans so tight, I dunno whatinthehell one would do if ya hadta fart. I went again a few weeks ago, and the 'current thing' is once again, the miniskirt, uh huh............. Millennial is our newborn king, uh huh.
And the beat goes on, beat goes on
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain
La de da de de, la de da de da
Thankfully, there is music. That we can all agree on eh? Music makes car rides hella sweeter.. makes a groupa friends haveta speak up a bit, but in doing so, we bop, gyrate, bounce, feel, live, thank.
The grocery store's the supermart, 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
Well hell's bells. Now you can have the Piggly Wiggly deliver to your door. The Dot.com beat goes on.
Little girls still break their hearts, uh huh. Lemme see, for me, this one 7 years, that one 20, add a 1 yr and a 3 yr, I/we quite simply never figured our way outta the corn maze. The beat goes on.
Sadly, men still keep on marching off to war. I wish they didn't.
Yes, everywhere except Wrigley Field (and Fenway), they electronically keep a baseball score. Stay tuned, robotically called balls and strikes are comin, and the beat goes on, yes the beat goes on, uh huh.
And 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
Back to music again eh? That ain't a bad thing. Hopefully one day life will play "Come Together."
Grandmas sit in chairs and reminisce
Boys keep chasing girls to get a kiss
The cars keep a going faster all the time
Bums still cries, "Hey buddy, have you got a dime?"
Grandmas AND Grandpas sit in those chairs, and yes, reminisce is hella fun, keeps one at least thinking young.
Boys keep chasing girls to get a kiss, uh huh, but today, there ain't no running and sometimes a walker is involved.
Cars keep going faster, but now, you can even take a nap while the damn thing drives you there.
Bums still cry out - in Kansas City, recently a charitable group of citizens was feeding the homeless, the KC Health Department happened upon, grabbed all the food, poured bleach on it. "You can't do that" Health Department said. Go figure, sadly that beat goes on.
And 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
Welllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll, you know you make me wanna SHOUT,,, kick my heels up and SHOUT, throw my hands back and SHOUT, throw my head back and SHOUT, come on now SHOUT. I vote (and I voted yesterday).. I vote, ifn's you/we see yet anudder left/right, right/left spat on social media, insteada redfacedly replying, simply copy/paste this song (Shout 1 and 2 by the Isley Bros) from youtube. Hell to the yes. Thank you music.
And the beat goes on, yes, the beat goes on
And the beat goes on, and the beat goes on
(on, on, on, on)
The beat goes on and the beat goes on
(on, on, on, on)
The beat goes on.
Life is fleeting. The beat going on is a very damn good thing. We just seemingly gotta remind ourselves occasionally.
I can't dance. But I'd liketa. Anyone? La de da de de, la de da de da.
Love, Victurd
Tuesday, November 06, 2018
Election day...win.. lose... laugh
"Always laugh when you can, it's cheap medicine." Lord Byron
Laughter seemingly makes us feel good. Well, most of us. So, I Googled "the importance of laughter."
Google relates "Laughter is a good thing. Scientists tell us laughter, humor and joy are an important part of life. Laughing lowers blood pressure, reduces stress hormones, and increases muscle flexion. It increases the circulation of antibodies in the blood stream and makes us more resistant to infection." (And I always thought when a hor moned she WAS reducing stress.) Sorry, kinda.
Some. Do. Not. Get. It. - but that's ok, many of them live into their 90's, so mebbe the joke is on us - but, we'll never know if they're happy - as laughter and happiness are normally associated together.
"And keep a sense of humor. It doesn’t mean you have to tell jokes. If you can’t think of anything else, when you’re my age, take off your clothes and walk in front of a mirror. I guarantee you’ll get a laugh." — Art Linkletter (or, as we kids used to call him, Fart Stinkletter.)
Anudder site (not to be confused with the mirror sight just above) adds 'Laughter Keeps Things in Perspective', we take ourselves too seriously.... and 'Laughter Helps Us Stay Positive', realizing things aren't always as bad as they seem. BUT, even when things ARE as bad as we think they are, laughter helps create positive emotions and helps us find a frame of mind in which we can more easily cope with the struggles of life. (S'more)...
After my mom died, a few days later I had mebbe the best laugh of my life. HUH? Yeah, my sister and I. We were in her motor home for at least two hours, just she/me. We cried, hugged, reflected. Two kids, remembering their mom in that very first time when you knew you could never talk to her again on earth... After awhile, Vanda (my sister) excused herself to the back of the motor home to use the restroom. After she entered the door, I hear this CLICK. She locked the damn door. When she finally came out I looked at her laughingly, but incrediously, "Vanda, you locked the door! Did you really think I was going to barge in?" Biased, but my sister had the best pre-laugh noisy smirk EVER.. (You'd have to know our family I guess, a funny looking lot.. My dad, 5 inches shorter than my beautiful mom, my beautiful sister, 6 inches taller than my dad, and me, the strange looking redhead/frecklefaced one. Laughter was a major glue to our family.
"Having sex at age 90 is like playing pool with a rope." George Burns
Oh, and that website added one more. "Laughter is Loving." - If I am able to laugh with you in my mistakes as well as with you in yours, it suggests we are all flawed and imperfect. Embracing good natured humor, we find the humility to see the foolishness of trying to be perfect and the gift of enjoying the smiles and laughter of love.
Jesus loves me (and laughs), this I know, 'cause the Bible tells me so:
God has a smile on His face. — Psalm 42:5
He that is of a merry heart has a continual feast. — Proverbs 15:15
I commend mirth. — Ecclesiastes 8:15
A dyslexic man walks into a bra..
Why aren't koalas actual bears? They don't meet the koalafications.
What do you call Bears with no ears? B
What do Alexander the Great and Winnie the Pooh have in common? Same middle name.
"The best way to cheer yourself is to try to cheer someone else up." Mark Twain
Danger, danger, warning, warning: Laughter can cause one's eyes to water.. Ones pee pee to leak a tad.. One's face to turn red.. Cause one to stop and collect their breath.. and, cause one to lead a happy, fun, life.
What did the left eye say to the right eye? Between you and me, something smells.
"Wit is the key, I think, to anybody’s heart, because who doesn’t like to laugh?" — Julia Roberts (That really wasn't that funny or prophetic, I just think she's gorgeous, so added.)
Ifn's you simply get bored, find a moment in life that just ain't fun, try these!:
Go to Petsmart and buy bird seed. Then ask the clerk how long it will take the birds to grow.
Make "No Dumping - Violators Will Be Prosecuted" signs and put them in public bathroom stalls.
Tell your dad in a public place- "Look, old man, I don't want your candy!"
Go into a public bathroom and start singing "Taking Care of Business" very loudly.
Try pants on backwards at the Gap. Ask the salesperson if they make your butt look big.
Election day...win.. lose... laugh.....
Massage Parlor in a Strip Mall
Huh?
Happy ending,
By Henry Gibson... Love, Victurd
Laughter seemingly makes us feel good. Well, most of us. So, I Googled "the importance of laughter."
Google relates "Laughter is a good thing. Scientists tell us laughter, humor and joy are an important part of life. Laughing lowers blood pressure, reduces stress hormones, and increases muscle flexion. It increases the circulation of antibodies in the blood stream and makes us more resistant to infection." (And I always thought when a hor moned she WAS reducing stress.) Sorry, kinda.
Some. Do. Not. Get. It. - but that's ok, many of them live into their 90's, so mebbe the joke is on us - but, we'll never know if they're happy - as laughter and happiness are normally associated together.
"And keep a sense of humor. It doesn’t mean you have to tell jokes. If you can’t think of anything else, when you’re my age, take off your clothes and walk in front of a mirror. I guarantee you’ll get a laugh." — Art Linkletter (or, as we kids used to call him, Fart Stinkletter.)
Anudder site (not to be confused with the mirror sight just above) adds 'Laughter Keeps Things in Perspective', we take ourselves too seriously.... and 'Laughter Helps Us Stay Positive', realizing things aren't always as bad as they seem. BUT, even when things ARE as bad as we think they are, laughter helps create positive emotions and helps us find a frame of mind in which we can more easily cope with the struggles of life. (S'more)...
After my mom died, a few days later I had mebbe the best laugh of my life. HUH? Yeah, my sister and I. We were in her motor home for at least two hours, just she/me. We cried, hugged, reflected. Two kids, remembering their mom in that very first time when you knew you could never talk to her again on earth... After awhile, Vanda (my sister) excused herself to the back of the motor home to use the restroom. After she entered the door, I hear this CLICK. She locked the damn door. When she finally came out I looked at her laughingly, but incrediously, "Vanda, you locked the door! Did you really think I was going to barge in?" Biased, but my sister had the best pre-laugh noisy smirk EVER.. (You'd have to know our family I guess, a funny looking lot.. My dad, 5 inches shorter than my beautiful mom, my beautiful sister, 6 inches taller than my dad, and me, the strange looking redhead/frecklefaced one. Laughter was a major glue to our family.
"Having sex at age 90 is like playing pool with a rope." George Burns
Oh, and that website added one more. "Laughter is Loving." - If I am able to laugh with you in my mistakes as well as with you in yours, it suggests we are all flawed and imperfect. Embracing good natured humor, we find the humility to see the foolishness of trying to be perfect and the gift of enjoying the smiles and laughter of love.
Jesus loves me (and laughs), this I know, 'cause the Bible tells me so:
God has a smile on His face. — Psalm 42:5
He that is of a merry heart has a continual feast. — Proverbs 15:15
I commend mirth. — Ecclesiastes 8:15
A dyslexic man walks into a bra..
Why aren't koalas actual bears? They don't meet the koalafications.
What do you call Bears with no ears? B
What do Alexander the Great and Winnie the Pooh have in common? Same middle name.
"The best way to cheer yourself is to try to cheer someone else up." Mark Twain
Danger, danger, warning, warning: Laughter can cause one's eyes to water.. Ones pee pee to leak a tad.. One's face to turn red.. Cause one to stop and collect their breath.. and, cause one to lead a happy, fun, life.
What did the left eye say to the right eye? Between you and me, something smells.
"Wit is the key, I think, to anybody’s heart, because who doesn’t like to laugh?" — Julia Roberts (That really wasn't that funny or prophetic, I just think she's gorgeous, so added.)
Ifn's you simply get bored, find a moment in life that just ain't fun, try these!:
Go to Petsmart and buy bird seed. Then ask the clerk how long it will take the birds to grow.
Make "No Dumping - Violators Will Be Prosecuted" signs and put them in public bathroom stalls.
Tell your dad in a public place- "Look, old man, I don't want your candy!"
Go into a public bathroom and start singing "Taking Care of Business" very loudly.
Try pants on backwards at the Gap. Ask the salesperson if they make your butt look big.
Election day...win.. lose... laugh.....
Massage Parlor in a Strip Mall
Huh?
Happy ending,
By Henry Gibson... Love, Victurd
Monday, November 05, 2018
You've got to be kidding........
Pepsi... Coke
Hatfield.. McCoy
North.. South..
East Coast.. West Coast..
Silent Generation.. Boomers..
Gen X.. Millennials
Red... Blue..
Continental Divide..
Calgon, take me away!
In this advertisement, a woman wearing a fluffy pink robe is seen in a chaotic home scenario. As tension rises, she utters "Calgon, take me away!".. The next scene shows her relaxing in a bath in a quiet room.
So Victor, you saying Calgon is the answer to bringing our Country back together? Nah, I was more dreaming of all this damn tension today, then being whisked into the bathroom with some hot chicky taking a bath.. hehe.. jk... kinda sorta.
Facebook is a quilt. I know it ain't for all, but I happen to enjoy it (mosta the time).. Life, lends friends (thankfully.) For most addicts like me, FB is comprised of old school mates, coworkers, former coworkers, family, buddies met along life's path, teammates, neighbors, teachers, coaches, fellow parishioners, etc., etc. Ya see a name, ya smile. Good times, happy times remembered.
Then, ya realize, we all don't think alike. WHAT?!!! Yep.
Some, have the wherewithal to never dip their toe into a political posting. Praise be you. I ain't that strong, usually. BOTH SIDES, guilty. The posts, streams, continue on.. The words seemingly jump from type size 10, to 14, to 18, to a hunnerd and sixty-two, to "You're a crazy _____________!!!" (Calgon, take me away to that hot, naked chicky in the bathtub.)
This quilt. This list of folks we've gathered, harvested friendships over time - the hell did we go wrong?
Reckon we didn't. That's still the neighbor you jumped the brook with.. And there's the buddy you went on break with every day.. That one, I sat next to her in study hall. Him and I used to play catch together before every game. Those guys there, remember 27 of us renting a bus going to Padre Island? We were immersed in fun, was all this crap happening then, and ifn's so, hows come we were oblivious to it back then?
I absolutely do not think it's a bad thing to 'grow up', have certain values, ideas, beliefs, yada. It's what makes our great nation, the ability, freedom to have our own beliefts, speak our own thoughts (or not), agree to disagree, - I admit to having difficulties with that one occasionally, I blame it on German/hardheaded heritage, ha. Some might say it comes with being a ginger, ha.
Calgon, take me away!
We know Victor, you wanna go to that bathroom with the hot, naked chick.
Well yeah, but I was thinking more about "being a kid again." Being a kid, you don't know about ugly, you don't know about hatrid, you get along, no matter if the other guy is fat, skinny, missing teeth, has money, ain't, is black, white, green, brown, yellow, red, lives in that big house, over there in that tiny place, can shoot hoops, sucks at it, whether or not he bats cleanup, bats last, has a newer/cooler bike than you................... we got along.
Sadly, hatrid is learned. We can't do that. Victor, practice what you preach.. OK, OK, I'll try... well, except for KU fans.. jk.. kinda sorta.. hehe.
Victor, it's all about winning. No it ain't. Sure, November 2018 is important, and sure, so is 2020. But we're old farts.. I don't remember who won in fitty-eight, sixty-two, eighty-four, ninety-eight, etc. You might, I don't. Win some, lose some. Hell, even after 16,000 victories, the Harlem Globetrotters fell to the Washington Generals THREE times over the years.
Fer sure, winning is great. The thrill of victurdy, the agony of defeat. Competition was fun, mostly. Heck, as a kid, I remember how avid I was when someone tossed a bat to me. You'd grip it in the middle. Then the dude on the other team would grip it just above your grip, then you'd grip it above his.. and you worked your way up to the end of the bat to see who batted first. I badly wanted to bat first, win.
Oh, this grown up stuff is nice. I like to drive. I like the ability to choose between Sprouts, Aldi's, Hy-Vee and the Piggly Wiggly. Being old entitles me to bitch about the weather, arthritis, "the damned youth of today", yada.
And SURE, I wanna win November 6... in 2020.. etc.
But... as we grasp our way up the bat, hand over hand, and we reach the top and I/we find we've lost, let's do like we did back in the day.. have some fun - then, ride our bikes together to Dairy Queen for a Peanut Buster Parfait.
Life, parenting, work, the GD (gosh darn) Income taxes - make us grow up.
That said, we don't ever have to let the kid leave us. I planta be a kid until the day I forget whointheheck you are, and soil my drawers uncontrollably.
Victor, you've got to be kidding?
Yes. I've got to be 'kidding'... It's so much more fun.
Indian Ball anyone? VICTOR, you CAN'T call it that! OK, sorry, even though I'm part Osage, I won't call it that.. anyone wanna play this baseball game where you don't run, but if you hit it through the infield it's a single, if it reaches the fence it's a double.. over the fence is a homer?
You've got to be kidding.
Yes, I am/will be. Calgon, take me away.. I'd like to go there to be 'kidding', naked hot chicky or not.
Love, Victurd
Hatfield.. McCoy
North.. South..
East Coast.. West Coast..
Silent Generation.. Boomers..
Gen X.. Millennials
Red... Blue..
Continental Divide..
Calgon, take me away!
In this advertisement, a woman wearing a fluffy pink robe is seen in a chaotic home scenario. As tension rises, she utters "Calgon, take me away!".. The next scene shows her relaxing in a bath in a quiet room.
So Victor, you saying Calgon is the answer to bringing our Country back together? Nah, I was more dreaming of all this damn tension today, then being whisked into the bathroom with some hot chicky taking a bath.. hehe.. jk... kinda sorta.
Facebook is a quilt. I know it ain't for all, but I happen to enjoy it (mosta the time).. Life, lends friends (thankfully.) For most addicts like me, FB is comprised of old school mates, coworkers, former coworkers, family, buddies met along life's path, teammates, neighbors, teachers, coaches, fellow parishioners, etc., etc. Ya see a name, ya smile. Good times, happy times remembered.
Then, ya realize, we all don't think alike. WHAT?!!! Yep.
Some, have the wherewithal to never dip their toe into a political posting. Praise be you. I ain't that strong, usually. BOTH SIDES, guilty. The posts, streams, continue on.. The words seemingly jump from type size 10, to 14, to 18, to a hunnerd and sixty-two, to "You're a crazy _____________!!!" (Calgon, take me away to that hot, naked chicky in the bathtub.)
This quilt. This list of folks we've gathered, harvested friendships over time - the hell did we go wrong?
Reckon we didn't. That's still the neighbor you jumped the brook with.. And there's the buddy you went on break with every day.. That one, I sat next to her in study hall. Him and I used to play catch together before every game. Those guys there, remember 27 of us renting a bus going to Padre Island? We were immersed in fun, was all this crap happening then, and ifn's so, hows come we were oblivious to it back then?
I absolutely do not think it's a bad thing to 'grow up', have certain values, ideas, beliefs, yada. It's what makes our great nation, the ability, freedom to have our own beliefts, speak our own thoughts (or not), agree to disagree, - I admit to having difficulties with that one occasionally, I blame it on German/hardheaded heritage, ha. Some might say it comes with being a ginger, ha.
Calgon, take me away!
We know Victor, you wanna go to that bathroom with the hot, naked chick.
Well yeah, but I was thinking more about "being a kid again." Being a kid, you don't know about ugly, you don't know about hatrid, you get along, no matter if the other guy is fat, skinny, missing teeth, has money, ain't, is black, white, green, brown, yellow, red, lives in that big house, over there in that tiny place, can shoot hoops, sucks at it, whether or not he bats cleanup, bats last, has a newer/cooler bike than you................... we got along.
Sadly, hatrid is learned. We can't do that. Victor, practice what you preach.. OK, OK, I'll try... well, except for KU fans.. jk.. kinda sorta.. hehe.
Victor, it's all about winning. No it ain't. Sure, November 2018 is important, and sure, so is 2020. But we're old farts.. I don't remember who won in fitty-eight, sixty-two, eighty-four, ninety-eight, etc. You might, I don't. Win some, lose some. Hell, even after 16,000 victories, the Harlem Globetrotters fell to the Washington Generals THREE times over the years.
Fer sure, winning is great. The thrill of victurdy, the agony of defeat. Competition was fun, mostly. Heck, as a kid, I remember how avid I was when someone tossed a bat to me. You'd grip it in the middle. Then the dude on the other team would grip it just above your grip, then you'd grip it above his.. and you worked your way up to the end of the bat to see who batted first. I badly wanted to bat first, win.
Oh, this grown up stuff is nice. I like to drive. I like the ability to choose between Sprouts, Aldi's, Hy-Vee and the Piggly Wiggly. Being old entitles me to bitch about the weather, arthritis, "the damned youth of today", yada.
And SURE, I wanna win November 6... in 2020.. etc.
But... as we grasp our way up the bat, hand over hand, and we reach the top and I/we find we've lost, let's do like we did back in the day.. have some fun - then, ride our bikes together to Dairy Queen for a Peanut Buster Parfait.
Life, parenting, work, the GD (gosh darn) Income taxes - make us grow up.
That said, we don't ever have to let the kid leave us. I planta be a kid until the day I forget whointheheck you are, and soil my drawers uncontrollably.
Victor, you've got to be kidding?
Yes. I've got to be 'kidding'... It's so much more fun.
Indian Ball anyone? VICTOR, you CAN'T call it that! OK, sorry, even though I'm part Osage, I won't call it that.. anyone wanna play this baseball game where you don't run, but if you hit it through the infield it's a single, if it reaches the fence it's a double.. over the fence is a homer?
You've got to be kidding.
Yes, I am/will be. Calgon, take me away.. I'd like to go there to be 'kidding', naked hot chicky or not.
Love, Victurd
Saturday, November 03, 2018
Care.......
Color me a word freak, I'm ok with that.
Care is, can be, a most marvelous word, thing.
Modifiers of the word care, can be, really scary. "I don't care." "Nobody cares." "Intensive care." "Hospice care."
There's a kajillion ways a blog on 'Care' can go... and I know it may be hard to believe, but I (mosta the time) Google and Google and Google in attempt to hopefully make this semi-entertaining, provoke thought either in agreement or not.. and hopefully sometimes make someone smile.. I care, I guess, so to speak.
I found one article by a man who was having some mental illness difficulties.. He was in a psychiatric ward many years ago.. "nobody brought flowers... I had one 'get well' card from my mum, and it got ripped up by another inmate." He was/is of the belief most people tend to stay wary of how best to show your care for those going through emotional hell, and asked "Why?"...
"That your good intentions may be misinterpreted?...May cause additional offence?... Flowers too crude?.. Beware though, there are phrases to avoid.. like 'cheer up', 'be positive', or, 'how wonderful the world is if only you could see it." He deducted "I will actually bite you in the balls, or wherever, if you say anything like that."
He finished with "If you are worried about a loved one who has mental health problems, don't be scared to show you care. Send a card, send flowers, send a little of what is in your heart. You may get it wrong. And if you do, use it to explore what it is you can do or say next time that helps. But in fact, your caring may help do a tiny bit to prevent a next time."
IE, show you care.
Had the privilege of riding in the car recently with a loved one. For a fair bit of the ride, she professed to worrying about whether or not she was being the best Christian she could be. Sure, I'm biased as this is a loved one, but, she is a marvelous woman. Puts God first. Loves any, all. I know I've mentioned before my lack of academic prowess (C+ average in HS, I had a 1.6 my first semester in college, HEY, in my defense I left Maryville, MO on a Thursday EVERY week so I could see my girlfriend, Friday classes be damned! IE, I guess I cared, but didn't prioritize).. Where was I.. Oh yeah, I was basically relating "I ain't that smart" but I think I hit it head on when I told this loved one in the car "Honey.. to me, the most beautiful word in the English language is 'care'. You care.........(s'more...)
"Having care for virtually any endeavor, for any person, thing - darn near almost always ensures success."
In the 1700's, many Scots-Irish migrated to what has become the United States as they tried to escape war, religious conflict, poverty, drought, conflict. (Victor, this blog is really bouncing around topic-wise.. I know, hang tight).. In the 1800's, people in many parts of the world decided to leave their homes for the US, fleeing crop failure, land and job shortages, rising taxes, famine - and, it was perceived as the land of economic opportunity.
I do not know how to solve present immigration woes in the US today. Earlier today on Facebook someone posted "If you care about the throng presently marching thru Mexico to the US, please leave your home address so to they can come live with you." As I read that, I wondered "how/when/why" that person's ancestors came here - and was that the 'Welcome theme' they received? I am gonna guess 'no'.
"Why do you care about Asylum when we can't even take care of our own veterans?"... To that I ask, why must we choose to assist/care for only some?
Color me "bleeding heart" I don't care if you do. To me, that equates to "I care." I'm ok with that.
Much like the dude pent up in the mental institution who indicated certain terms phrases made him want to "actually bite you in the balls", I too get fingernail on the blackboard feelings from things like "Like I said.... I TOLD you.." and "PLEASE listen to me"..
That said, "Like I said.. I TOLD you" and "PLEASE listen to me": "Honey.. to me, the most beautiful word in the English language is 'care'."..."Having care for virtually any endeavor, for any person, thing - darn near almost always ensures success."
This turned political, but it's November, so I ain't really sorry about that, er/or, "I don't really care that it turned political."
Take/give, care.
Love, Victurd
Care is, can be, a most marvelous word, thing.
Modifiers of the word care, can be, really scary. "I don't care." "Nobody cares." "Intensive care." "Hospice care."
There's a kajillion ways a blog on 'Care' can go... and I know it may be hard to believe, but I (mosta the time) Google and Google and Google in attempt to hopefully make this semi-entertaining, provoke thought either in agreement or not.. and hopefully sometimes make someone smile.. I care, I guess, so to speak.
I found one article by a man who was having some mental illness difficulties.. He was in a psychiatric ward many years ago.. "nobody brought flowers... I had one 'get well' card from my mum, and it got ripped up by another inmate." He was/is of the belief most people tend to stay wary of how best to show your care for those going through emotional hell, and asked "Why?"...
"That your good intentions may be misinterpreted?...May cause additional offence?... Flowers too crude?.. Beware though, there are phrases to avoid.. like 'cheer up', 'be positive', or, 'how wonderful the world is if only you could see it." He deducted "I will actually bite you in the balls, or wherever, if you say anything like that."
He finished with "If you are worried about a loved one who has mental health problems, don't be scared to show you care. Send a card, send flowers, send a little of what is in your heart. You may get it wrong. And if you do, use it to explore what it is you can do or say next time that helps. But in fact, your caring may help do a tiny bit to prevent a next time."
IE, show you care.
Had the privilege of riding in the car recently with a loved one. For a fair bit of the ride, she professed to worrying about whether or not she was being the best Christian she could be. Sure, I'm biased as this is a loved one, but, she is a marvelous woman. Puts God first. Loves any, all. I know I've mentioned before my lack of academic prowess (C+ average in HS, I had a 1.6 my first semester in college, HEY, in my defense I left Maryville, MO on a Thursday EVERY week so I could see my girlfriend, Friday classes be damned! IE, I guess I cared, but didn't prioritize).. Where was I.. Oh yeah, I was basically relating "I ain't that smart" but I think I hit it head on when I told this loved one in the car "Honey.. to me, the most beautiful word in the English language is 'care'. You care.........(s'more...)
"Having care for virtually any endeavor, for any person, thing - darn near almost always ensures success."
In the 1700's, many Scots-Irish migrated to what has become the United States as they tried to escape war, religious conflict, poverty, drought, conflict. (Victor, this blog is really bouncing around topic-wise.. I know, hang tight).. In the 1800's, people in many parts of the world decided to leave their homes for the US, fleeing crop failure, land and job shortages, rising taxes, famine - and, it was perceived as the land of economic opportunity.
I do not know how to solve present immigration woes in the US today. Earlier today on Facebook someone posted "If you care about the throng presently marching thru Mexico to the US, please leave your home address so to they can come live with you." As I read that, I wondered "how/when/why" that person's ancestors came here - and was that the 'Welcome theme' they received? I am gonna guess 'no'.
"Why do you care about Asylum when we can't even take care of our own veterans?"... To that I ask, why must we choose to assist/care for only some?
Color me "bleeding heart" I don't care if you do. To me, that equates to "I care." I'm ok with that.
Much like the dude pent up in the mental institution who indicated certain terms phrases made him want to "actually bite you in the balls", I too get fingernail on the blackboard feelings from things like "Like I said.... I TOLD you.." and "PLEASE listen to me"..
That said, "Like I said.. I TOLD you" and "PLEASE listen to me": "Honey.. to me, the most beautiful word in the English language is 'care'."..."Having care for virtually any endeavor, for any person, thing - darn near almost always ensures success."
This turned political, but it's November, so I ain't really sorry about that, er/or, "I don't really care that it turned political."
Take/give, care.
Love, Victurd
Friday, November 02, 2018
Happy Yuckgiving.........
The clock ticks, the calendar page turns, the weather turns from "take a dip" to "Turn the damn heat up Ernest."
The candy gets stale, WalMart has an entire room setup with Christmas junk.
Thanksgiving is around the corner.
But Hark. In this day and age of divisiveness, I ain't quite ready to carve the turkey. Rather than customarily sharpening the pencil to address "Reasons to give thanks", I vote, damnit, sometimes life is simply poopy, time to share "Yuckgiving", you know, talk about all the crap in life.
Sides. Life is now all about sides. Soon, the Thanksgiving side, today, the Yuckgiving side.
FOUR TIMES in the last week, I've been out and about and I had to pee... I had to pee...DREADFULLY soon. I did the pee pee walk (where one scurries and the inner thighs are pressed together, chaffing, steps are abbreviated, but hurried, all the way to the restroom sign.) One enters through a super thick bathroom door - and I gotta tellya, there's got to be some dude in the door design room of The Anderson Corp in Bayport, Minnesota laughing his ass off as he watches me HURRY into the bathroom, open the door, and then it takes an act of Congress (or, nowadays, mebbe an Executive Order) to get the damn door shut. You PUSH and you PUSH, and it's molasses. Slow. You can't supply enough pressure. You're bursting at the zipper. Whilst one pushes to get the damn thing shut, ya peek to check for leak. Yuck. I'm giving Yuck to the folks that invented the impossible to close fast bathroom door. Funny ha ha, not.
The aisleblocker, Yuck. WallyWorld. With the list in one hand, and it's even written out in order of "whereinthehell it is in the store" - ya go, ya roll. In the aisle, wide enough for an elephant and a sumo wrestler to fit thru at the same time, there she (sorry) and her cart sits.. the aisleblocker. There ain't enough room on the right. There ain't enough room on the left. You sit. You fume. You cough. You jingle your keys. There's no stealing their damn attention from whatever it is they're looking at. Unless it gets really extended, I ain't of the "Excuse me" ilk... besides, I kinda enjoy waiting until they actually comprende' whatinthehell has unfolded to see if they eventually say "Oh, I'm sorry", or, if they are instead a rudeassaisleblocker, thumb their nose at you and begrudgingly move on/over.
Workout singers, yuck. Most of 'em have headphones on, so they receive only a 'partial yuck', but yesterday, I hopped on the treadmill, some old dude was three treadmills away (Victor? You're an old dude.?..... yes, but... there are people still older, and this dude was older, by at least ten years.}... My heartbeat was up to about 92 when I hear "Everybody..listen to me.. and return me, my ship.. I'm your captain, I'm your captain, though I'm feeling, mighty sick." Well no shit Sherlock, and so was everybody else within a half mile of you. He was: LOUD. OFFBEAT. HORRIBLE. OFF KEY. And sadly, he knew the song's lyrics. ALL OF THEM. YUCK. By the time he was done, my heartbeat was somewhere around 132.
Barbara Streisand has probably retired, but if she ain't, she oughta come out with a new version of her song "People." It could go like this: "People...people who hate people.. are the suckiest people...full or anger and worse.. but first, you're a person who hates people." Ya know what I mean? There are real 'friends' out there, who, when ya sit across from 'em, beside 'em, in the car with 'em.. you wonder in advance "HOW MANY PEOPLE WILL HE/SHE DISS?" Ahm, Victor? Yes? Isn't that what you're doing here? DISSING PEOPLE? Uh huh, frogbreath it is, BUT, it's allowed, this is my ONCE A YEAR "Yuckgiving" blog.. so wart off brother.... I NO LIKEY WHEN PEOPLE PUT OTHER PEOPLE DOWN, IT MAKEY ME THINK, "WHAT DO THEY SAY ABOUT ME WHEN I AIN'T AROUND?".. ok, heartbeat back to 92 now, no more ALL CAPS, sorry. Kinda.
BACKPATTING (sorry, SLIPPED). Usually in sporting events (but sometimes in political rallies, and in addresses to the nation, oops, sorry, slipped again.) It might be, your team is down 42 to 7, but you intercept a pass, and you can't resist the urge to audition for Dancing With The Stars, strut like a peacock, gyrate irrationally.. Please. Get. Up. Hand. Ball. To. Ref. Go. To. Sideline. It's what you're paid to do. YUCKGIVING.
Video interruptus. Years, patience, and popup blockers have gotten us thru the popups. We've strolled into those stories, teasers where you click to read, then, you gotta click "next page" (again and again to get the rest of the story), huh uh, I'm outta here." BUT, the video you wanna see.. allofasudden, you're on the edge of the chair, perked, enjoying, and you see "Ad starts soon." DAMNIT! YUCK!
Slow loading screens.
Tailgaters.
Political ads.
Driving fitty-five in a sixty-five.
Lies and liars.
No usey turnsignal.
Foodchompers, loud ones.
Stubbing toe.
Your insteada you're.. I seen.. I mean <- at the start of a sentence.
Cereal poured, yuck, no milk in fridge.
You're out and about. You gotta poop. You finally find where the bathroom is. You FINALLY get the heavyass door closed. You poop. NO PAPER. The paper towel holder is a County away. You stand. You waddle. You waddle back. It spreads. Well, sorry, it DOES. You sit. You wipe. And, it's as coarse as 45. Sorry, slipped again. (Well, it IS Yuckgiving Day!)
Put on hold.
You get a text you've been dying to see, the phone shuts down 'cause you're at 9%.
Nosepickers.
Servers who say "Absolutely" into infinitum.
People who finish my sentence for me. Please wait, that's yucky.
"Just sayin' "..."Like I said".. "Honestly"... "Same difference."... "Chill out."... "110%"..
Bloggers who wake up on the wrong side of bed.
Hehe.
Happy Yuckgiving.
Love, Victurd
The candy gets stale, WalMart has an entire room setup with Christmas junk.
Thanksgiving is around the corner.
But Hark. In this day and age of divisiveness, I ain't quite ready to carve the turkey. Rather than customarily sharpening the pencil to address "Reasons to give thanks", I vote, damnit, sometimes life is simply poopy, time to share "Yuckgiving", you know, talk about all the crap in life.
Sides. Life is now all about sides. Soon, the Thanksgiving side, today, the Yuckgiving side.
FOUR TIMES in the last week, I've been out and about and I had to pee... I had to pee...DREADFULLY soon. I did the pee pee walk (where one scurries and the inner thighs are pressed together, chaffing, steps are abbreviated, but hurried, all the way to the restroom sign.) One enters through a super thick bathroom door - and I gotta tellya, there's got to be some dude in the door design room of The Anderson Corp in Bayport, Minnesota laughing his ass off as he watches me HURRY into the bathroom, open the door, and then it takes an act of Congress (or, nowadays, mebbe an Executive Order) to get the damn door shut. You PUSH and you PUSH, and it's molasses. Slow. You can't supply enough pressure. You're bursting at the zipper. Whilst one pushes to get the damn thing shut, ya peek to check for leak. Yuck. I'm giving Yuck to the folks that invented the impossible to close fast bathroom door. Funny ha ha, not.
The aisleblocker, Yuck. WallyWorld. With the list in one hand, and it's even written out in order of "whereinthehell it is in the store" - ya go, ya roll. In the aisle, wide enough for an elephant and a sumo wrestler to fit thru at the same time, there she (sorry) and her cart sits.. the aisleblocker. There ain't enough room on the right. There ain't enough room on the left. You sit. You fume. You cough. You jingle your keys. There's no stealing their damn attention from whatever it is they're looking at. Unless it gets really extended, I ain't of the "Excuse me" ilk... besides, I kinda enjoy waiting until they actually comprende' whatinthehell has unfolded to see if they eventually say "Oh, I'm sorry", or, if they are instead a rudeassaisleblocker, thumb their nose at you and begrudgingly move on/over.
Workout singers, yuck. Most of 'em have headphones on, so they receive only a 'partial yuck', but yesterday, I hopped on the treadmill, some old dude was three treadmills away (Victor? You're an old dude.?..... yes, but... there are people still older, and this dude was older, by at least ten years.}... My heartbeat was up to about 92 when I hear "Everybody..listen to me.. and return me, my ship.. I'm your captain, I'm your captain, though I'm feeling, mighty sick." Well no shit Sherlock, and so was everybody else within a half mile of you. He was: LOUD. OFFBEAT. HORRIBLE. OFF KEY. And sadly, he knew the song's lyrics. ALL OF THEM. YUCK. By the time he was done, my heartbeat was somewhere around 132.
Barbara Streisand has probably retired, but if she ain't, she oughta come out with a new version of her song "People." It could go like this: "People...people who hate people.. are the suckiest people...full or anger and worse.. but first, you're a person who hates people." Ya know what I mean? There are real 'friends' out there, who, when ya sit across from 'em, beside 'em, in the car with 'em.. you wonder in advance "HOW MANY PEOPLE WILL HE/SHE DISS?" Ahm, Victor? Yes? Isn't that what you're doing here? DISSING PEOPLE? Uh huh, frogbreath it is, BUT, it's allowed, this is my ONCE A YEAR "Yuckgiving" blog.. so wart off brother.... I NO LIKEY WHEN PEOPLE PUT OTHER PEOPLE DOWN, IT MAKEY ME THINK, "WHAT DO THEY SAY ABOUT ME WHEN I AIN'T AROUND?".. ok, heartbeat back to 92 now, no more ALL CAPS, sorry. Kinda.
BACKPATTING (sorry, SLIPPED). Usually in sporting events (but sometimes in political rallies, and in addresses to the nation, oops, sorry, slipped again.) It might be, your team is down 42 to 7, but you intercept a pass, and you can't resist the urge to audition for Dancing With The Stars, strut like a peacock, gyrate irrationally.. Please. Get. Up. Hand. Ball. To. Ref. Go. To. Sideline. It's what you're paid to do. YUCKGIVING.
Video interruptus. Years, patience, and popup blockers have gotten us thru the popups. We've strolled into those stories, teasers where you click to read, then, you gotta click "next page" (again and again to get the rest of the story), huh uh, I'm outta here." BUT, the video you wanna see.. allofasudden, you're on the edge of the chair, perked, enjoying, and you see "Ad starts soon." DAMNIT! YUCK!
Slow loading screens.
Tailgaters.
Political ads.
Driving fitty-five in a sixty-five.
Lies and liars.
No usey turnsignal.
Foodchompers, loud ones.
Stubbing toe.
Your insteada you're.. I seen.. I mean <- at the start of a sentence.
Cereal poured, yuck, no milk in fridge.
You're out and about. You gotta poop. You finally find where the bathroom is. You FINALLY get the heavyass door closed. You poop. NO PAPER. The paper towel holder is a County away. You stand. You waddle. You waddle back. It spreads. Well, sorry, it DOES. You sit. You wipe. And, it's as coarse as 45. Sorry, slipped again. (Well, it IS Yuckgiving Day!)
Put on hold.
You get a text you've been dying to see, the phone shuts down 'cause you're at 9%.
Nosepickers.
Servers who say "Absolutely" into infinitum.
People who finish my sentence for me. Please wait, that's yucky.
"Just sayin' "..."Like I said".. "Honestly"... "Same difference."... "Chill out."... "110%"..
Bloggers who wake up on the wrong side of bed.
Hehe.
Happy Yuckgiving.
Love, Victurd
Thursday, November 01, 2018
Thanks Robert........
Robert? Robert who?
Downey, Jr? Dylan? De Niro? Redford? Duvall? RG3?
Nope.
Plant, Hope, Mitchem, Seger, Cousy, Kennedy, Griese, Newhart, Mueller, Gibson... E. Lee.. Robert's Rules of Order??
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no and no, kinda sorta.
Robert who then?
Robert Fulghum.
Who?
Robert Fulghum...
Who's he?
He's a treasure, and a happy reminder, guide, teacher, author, and he shrinks things.
Shrinks things?
Uh huh, does. He basically reduced life into "All I really need to know I learned in Kindergarten."
Victor, we've said it before, but you're weird. Preaching again?
Borrowing a phrase from my stepson, "Hell to the No's"...
We're lost. Morale has gone out the window. This side, that side. Hatrid. Lack of concern for all mankind (and womankind).
Aha, what I thought, you ARE preaching. <-- Bite me...oops, sorry, slipped.
Just a reminder TO US ALL to what the man who shrinks things into the simplest form - wrote, some time ago:
1. Share everything.
I likes this. If you've ever peeked in a coffin, there ain't much room left for anything else. An urn, even less. We can't take it with us, share everything. Well, except maybe beer. OK, OK, here, have a Bud Light.
2. Play fair.
That means legally, above the table, no ganging up, no 'ownership' of another man/woman.
3. Don't hit people.
Unless you're MMA, a boxer, or a linebacker, don't hit people. Many worry about "#2".. Some, "no takey my guns,", some "not enough regulations, background checks..too many rounds per second, yada".. BUT.. How many people would still be here today if we simply didn't hit people? How many people would not have to suffer the lifetime effects of abuse? (Women, children.. and yes, perhaps even some men.) It's clear, don't hit people.
4. Put things back where you found them.
Robert, I agree with this, but I dunno how damn old you are - this one becomes more cumbersome with age. Youth is: "I know where it's at." Old age is: "Aha, take that, I found it!", or, "Now whereinthehell did I put that?" Promise though, we'll try.
5. CLEAN UP YOUR OWN MESS.
OK, agreed, but in this day and age, and at our age, we no needy the ALL CAPS.. some of us are easily butt hurt, hehe. (This has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with this specific blog.. but I have a friend.. her 3 yr old granddaughter was having some pretty severe constipation probs.. FINALLY, she went. "Grammy, will you put a band aid on it?" She did, across both cheeks. Her butt hurt.)
6. Don't take things that aren't yours.
You mean like someone's hubby, or wife? Shoplifting? Dine and dash? Robert say "Yes, all of the above."
7. Say you're SORRY when you HURT somebody.
Love means never... oh, nevermind. Right you are.. pride is hard to swallow, but it will go down, "I'm sorry."
8. Wash your hands before you eat.
Howabout adding before you cook what you eat too? (Victor, they don't teach you to cook in kindergarten.) Oh yeah, sorry.. yes, wash.
9. Flush.
Addendum: Aim. If last panel of TP is used, putty back a new roll. If you no aim, please refer to Rule #5 above.
10. Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
We'll have to check with WebMD on that one, but for now, we'll take your word.
11. Live a balanced life - learn some and drink some and draw some and paint some and sing and dance and play and work everyday some.
Now you're talkin' up my alley buddy. Drink some, sing some, dance some, play some. Hell to the yes. (No cussing in kindergarten Victor). Sorry, kinda.
12. Take a nap every afternoon.
Robert, now you're my damn hero. Please add though, "if you're over 60, a morning nap is advised/welcome too."
13. When you go out into the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands, and stick together.
Simple reminders, yet, so hard to uphold. How many wrecks happen in a day? I dunno, so I'll Google... ahm, 17,250 a day... Hold hands? YES. How many couples forget how impactive this lost art/heart is? It's a great reminder! Stick together? Yep. Well, if one totally gets on your nerves you can 'unfollow' them, you'll still be friends, they just won't be able to get under your epidermis
14. Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the Stryrofoam cup: The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.
You mean like the beauty of the Fall we're now in? The coming snow? The green, green growth in Spring? The road to Hana? Like, that one video of the guy that had the bowl with a hole in the bottom - and he stood 10 feet from the Equator and the water rushed out clockwise, then, he went 10 feet on the other side of the Equator and it went down counterclockwise? Yes Victor, there is much wonder to behold.
15. Goldfish and hamster and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup - they all die. So do we.
So, I'm taking it then Robert, that we should not sweat the small stuff? Yes, Victor. But Robert, is it OK to shed a tear when our goldfish, granny, schoolmate, etc passes? Of course Victor. To feel, have felt is a wonderful, simple, yet complex thing.
16. And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books and the first word you learned - the biggest word of all - LOOK.”
Thanks Robert, for all of the above. We ain't perfect, but we'll try. Mebbe if we all push at the same time, we can get this world back on it's axis.
Robert? Yes... Victor? Kindergarten is where I learned to chase girls. Yes Victor? That still legal? Ha, well, I wouldn't exactly call how you move now "running", and you whittled a whole helluva lot of women candidates off your list simply by your inability to move as you once did, but yes Victor, you can still chase women.
I was gonna ask Robert if it would be ok to 'suckface' after I caught em, then I remembered #16 "Look"... I looked. It was a 66 year old beer bellied, missing a couple three teeth.. not pretty, so I didn't ask.
All in fun - but too, there's some serious stuff up there we could all use to make this world a better place.
Happy day after Halloween, and keep your damn hands outta the kid's candy (Remember, #6? Don't take things that aren't yours.)
Love, Victurd
Downey, Jr? Dylan? De Niro? Redford? Duvall? RG3?
Nope.
Plant, Hope, Mitchem, Seger, Cousy, Kennedy, Griese, Newhart, Mueller, Gibson... E. Lee.. Robert's Rules of Order??
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no and no, kinda sorta.
Robert who then?
Robert Fulghum.
Who?
Robert Fulghum...
Who's he?
He's a treasure, and a happy reminder, guide, teacher, author, and he shrinks things.
Shrinks things?
Uh huh, does. He basically reduced life into "All I really need to know I learned in Kindergarten."
Victor, we've said it before, but you're weird. Preaching again?
Borrowing a phrase from my stepson, "Hell to the No's"...
We're lost. Morale has gone out the window. This side, that side. Hatrid. Lack of concern for all mankind (and womankind).
Aha, what I thought, you ARE preaching. <-- Bite me...oops, sorry, slipped.
Just a reminder TO US ALL to what the man who shrinks things into the simplest form - wrote, some time ago:
1. Share everything.
I likes this. If you've ever peeked in a coffin, there ain't much room left for anything else. An urn, even less. We can't take it with us, share everything. Well, except maybe beer. OK, OK, here, have a Bud Light.
2. Play fair.
That means legally, above the table, no ganging up, no 'ownership' of another man/woman.
3. Don't hit people.
Unless you're MMA, a boxer, or a linebacker, don't hit people. Many worry about "#2".. Some, "no takey my guns,", some "not enough regulations, background checks..too many rounds per second, yada".. BUT.. How many people would still be here today if we simply didn't hit people? How many people would not have to suffer the lifetime effects of abuse? (Women, children.. and yes, perhaps even some men.) It's clear, don't hit people.
4. Put things back where you found them.
Robert, I agree with this, but I dunno how damn old you are - this one becomes more cumbersome with age. Youth is: "I know where it's at." Old age is: "Aha, take that, I found it!", or, "Now whereinthehell did I put that?" Promise though, we'll try.
5. CLEAN UP YOUR OWN MESS.
OK, agreed, but in this day and age, and at our age, we no needy the ALL CAPS.. some of us are easily butt hurt, hehe. (This has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with this specific blog.. but I have a friend.. her 3 yr old granddaughter was having some pretty severe constipation probs.. FINALLY, she went. "Grammy, will you put a band aid on it?" She did, across both cheeks. Her butt hurt.)
6. Don't take things that aren't yours.
You mean like someone's hubby, or wife? Shoplifting? Dine and dash? Robert say "Yes, all of the above."
7. Say you're SORRY when you HURT somebody.
Love means never... oh, nevermind. Right you are.. pride is hard to swallow, but it will go down, "I'm sorry."
8. Wash your hands before you eat.
Howabout adding before you cook what you eat too? (Victor, they don't teach you to cook in kindergarten.) Oh yeah, sorry.. yes, wash.
9. Flush.
Addendum: Aim. If last panel of TP is used, putty back a new roll. If you no aim, please refer to Rule #5 above.
10. Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
We'll have to check with WebMD on that one, but for now, we'll take your word.
11. Live a balanced life - learn some and drink some and draw some and paint some and sing and dance and play and work everyday some.
Now you're talkin' up my alley buddy. Drink some, sing some, dance some, play some. Hell to the yes. (No cussing in kindergarten Victor). Sorry, kinda.
12. Take a nap every afternoon.
Robert, now you're my damn hero. Please add though, "if you're over 60, a morning nap is advised/welcome too."
13. When you go out into the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands, and stick together.
Simple reminders, yet, so hard to uphold. How many wrecks happen in a day? I dunno, so I'll Google... ahm, 17,250 a day... Hold hands? YES. How many couples forget how impactive this lost art/heart is? It's a great reminder! Stick together? Yep. Well, if one totally gets on your nerves you can 'unfollow' them, you'll still be friends, they just won't be able to get under your epidermis
14. Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the Stryrofoam cup: The roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.
You mean like the beauty of the Fall we're now in? The coming snow? The green, green growth in Spring? The road to Hana? Like, that one video of the guy that had the bowl with a hole in the bottom - and he stood 10 feet from the Equator and the water rushed out clockwise, then, he went 10 feet on the other side of the Equator and it went down counterclockwise? Yes Victor, there is much wonder to behold.
15. Goldfish and hamster and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup - they all die. So do we.
So, I'm taking it then Robert, that we should not sweat the small stuff? Yes, Victor. But Robert, is it OK to shed a tear when our goldfish, granny, schoolmate, etc passes? Of course Victor. To feel, have felt is a wonderful, simple, yet complex thing.
16. And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books and the first word you learned - the biggest word of all - LOOK.”
Thanks Robert, for all of the above. We ain't perfect, but we'll try. Mebbe if we all push at the same time, we can get this world back on it's axis.
Robert? Yes... Victor? Kindergarten is where I learned to chase girls. Yes Victor? That still legal? Ha, well, I wouldn't exactly call how you move now "running", and you whittled a whole helluva lot of women candidates off your list simply by your inability to move as you once did, but yes Victor, you can still chase women.
I was gonna ask Robert if it would be ok to 'suckface' after I caught em, then I remembered #16 "Look"... I looked. It was a 66 year old beer bellied, missing a couple three teeth.. not pretty, so I didn't ask.
All in fun - but too, there's some serious stuff up there we could all use to make this world a better place.
Happy day after Halloween, and keep your damn hands outta the kid's candy (Remember, #6? Don't take things that aren't yours.)
Love, Victurd
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