I'm biased. My grandson, a kindergartner, is a cute little dude. The kinda cuteness, that you/I, as a grandparent, see 'em across the room and ya just wanna go hug 'em. His smile melts. His missing teeth remind "this is temporary, watch me, remember me, cause I ain't always gonna be this size, age, person."
Roomba. Lord knows my apartment needs a Roomba. My disdain for cleaning my house ranks up there with the thought of donning an MAGA hat. Kendal, my grandson, reminds me of Roomba. He gets in his 'charger' (bed), awakens, and then it's go go go. I usedta coulda done that, huh uh, not now.
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Roomba, my grandson, not the bouncing vacuum, sometimes forgets in school he ain't supposedta Roomba. If I were an old person, ha, I would say "Why back in my day, every desk was the same, but we were relegated to a specific row, chair, and I was pigeonholed somewhere between Savage and Smith. I knew where I was supposedta sit, and I did that."
Nowadays, they've got 23 different kinda chairs (could be a stool, a bright red chair, a green milk crate, a yellow bucket with a blue, soft bean bag top, yada.). Point is, ya know which one's yours, where to go, where to sit. Roomba, my beloved Grandson, in his excitement, zest for life, sometimes forgets that.
Thus, thanks to Pavlovian ways, Roomba, er I mean Kendal, oft times finds himself in a detour to the 'safe room'. Time out as we usedta call it. There's nothing venomous in his pursuit, he simply goes, goes and goes, and it must be learned, sometimes ya just gotta sit sit sit.
Preschool helped him quite a bit, but there's still, and always has been, an exploratory mode inside him. We'd go to the park, whilst his sister galavanted between the swing, the slide, the climbing thingy, Kendal was jumping over the 3 foot tall retaining wall encircling, running with angst to discover what lays beyond. His wimpy grandfather, while not a fan of "the slot car way of life", would run, gather, and very wimply say "ya can't do that buddy, ya gotta stay over here."
I know he will 'iron out', and I bless patient teachers, administration who haven't decided to force feed Ritalin down him. He's a good, good kid.
Recently, and I know I've got a big mouth, keyboard and I've already shared this dirty laundry - recently, my car shot craps. So I found this (to me) adorable looking Silver PT Cruiser with a black convertible top. It ain't been a Roomba. Four days after purchase, the computer went out....short story long, some TWENTY days later, after mailing my new computer from NY, sending it back cause it didn't work, finally getting the 'new one', an added trip to the transmission shop - I can now drive in excess of 25 miles per hour. (Ever drive 7 miles to the Piggly Wiggly, plan said route to where you won't hold up traffic by going top end 25 mph? Uh huh, I have. WalMart, across the highway, was outta question for most of April.)
Where was I? Oh yeah, Kendal. Touching on more bias, I love this little guy. Many a time I've gone to visit my three grands, and first thing I know he's up in my lap, content to put up with this old man. He's Roomba quick to reply "love you too." One day, long after I'm dead and gone, he will probably hate me for this - but he looks like the cutest damn turtle you ever did see, cept it's a smiling turtle! (OK Victor, enough doting,,, right you are, sorry.)
So....... when the cold of winter was finally behind us... when the April showers had subsided enough I could finally put the top down on my car that finally goes 40+ mph, I picked up my grands from school one day.
Kendal had never been in a convertible. Aubrie, my 2nd grade granddaughter said she hadn't either, and I was relieved to hear that because when she was between one and two years old, I had a convertible then too - and I proudly strapped her into the backseat one day to Roomba around town and damn daddy if it didn't start raining, she started crying, it was a mess, and again, glad she forgot that.)
There was an even added pep in the step to Kendal that day. Jumping in the convertible revved that up even more. They raised their arms in exhilaration, opened their mouths and let the wind give them funny faces - it was fun.
Halfway home Aubrie announces "Kendal got Student of the Month." Sheepishly, I was amazed because he does/has spent an inordinate time in "the safe room." (Smart as a whip, I NEVER doubted his capability).. As I was pulling into their driveway, I extended my arm to the backseat for a high five - and as the smiling, cute little, temporarily missing a tooth, turtle Roomba'ed out of the car - he raised his fist and shouted to the world "BEST. DAY. EVER!"
Being the middle kid is tough. His older sister is an A student, and don't even get me started on the cuteness, incredibly positive attitude of his 2 year old sister. Oft times, the attention is, by natural course, elsewhere. It's hard to rein attention on a Roomba.
That day, it did.
Slow down, you move to fast,
Got to make the morning last,
Just kicking down the cobblestones,
Looking for fun and feeling groovy.
Ba da-da da-da da-da, feeling groovy.
Love, a biased grandfather
Tuesday, April 30, 2019
Sunday, April 28, 2019
Have fun... wouldya?
Alex Gordon's (leftfielder for the Kansas City Royals) baseball career has been a roller-coaster. He came up to the Bigs in 2007 with the unreasonable expectations of "George Brett's heir apparent."
As a square peg, he was forced into the round hole of 3rd base, with basically "take your boyish looks, sweet lefthanded swing, and go be George."
Didn't work. Over time, and trips back and forth to the minors, he made himself into one of the best outfielders in the history of baseball. His work ethics are second to none - and in this unfortunate day and age of 'great yuck' of sport's news here in Kansas City, he is THE example of what you want in a person, a teammate, a husband, father, etc.
Doubt surfaced again the last couple years as he struggled with injuries that were at least partly responsible for not playing as well as he did early in his career. "The Royals are stuck with him contractually" many would say. Thankfully, he hasn't listened.
He's off to the best start in his career - but (as most who like to write but we can't spout out) the main message here is, he's having fun - while he still can.
Stolen from KC Star this morning "He is 35, but his 35 is a lot different than a lot of other people's 35 because of the way he takes care of himself" says teammate Whit Merrifield.
The stuff I really enjoy seeing: his ever present (pardon my French) shit-eaten grin... him, pregame, knocking the glove out of a rookie pitcher's hand.. coming up behind a youngster (Ryan O'Hearn, hitting sub .200, obviously with the weight of the world on his shoulders) and Gordo body bumping him from behind after O'Hearn finally managed to hit a double in the gap. Psychological stuff like that tells O'Hearn "lighten up big boy, you got this.. take a deep breath, smile, let your hair down and enjoy." Valuable stuff like that ain't in his contract, but it's in his heart, his way, his being.
Yes, he sees light at end of tunnel, again quoting from the Star "I know as you get older you start to realize that you might not be playing this game as long as you want to. At times, you just want to go out there and have fun and enjoy it,"..
Ain't that kinda like life?
Over time I watched my father inlaw play golf. He was pretty decent. His skill level, of course, waned with age, but undeterred he moved from the blue tees (furthest back) to the white tees (closer to hole, reserved for those 60 and up), to taking the backroads (he knew Interstate was out of his reach age wise) to a small par three course - until the day he never played again. He enjoyed. He appreciated. He had fun.
Golf tournament yesterday. The "Bubba Boys" tourney. The Bubba Boys is a group of, mostly old codgers who've run off more than one woman due to our own flub-ups, so we gather at Happy Hour to bad-mouth 'em! Three or four times a year we organize a tourney to butcher golf courses, tell war-stories, give to a charity, and live in the moment.
I suck at golf. I will never be the heir apparent to Tom Watson. I also know that "you might not be playing this game as long as you want to."
We pick golf courses ya ain't gotta drive the Interstate to get to. Scorecards are gathered after the 18th hole, briefly perused, then just as quickly tossed in the trash.
Whatever in life (cooking, gardening, reading, needlepoint, Nascar, classic cars, yada) floats your boat, don't stop sailing. Go. Do. Enjoy. Take the backroads if ya haveta.
Fun is out there and it's basically free. I just texted my playing partner "I had a blast, thanks for playing, fun, until we forget each other's name."
Have fun, wouldya?
Love, Victud
As a square peg, he was forced into the round hole of 3rd base, with basically "take your boyish looks, sweet lefthanded swing, and go be George."
Didn't work. Over time, and trips back and forth to the minors, he made himself into one of the best outfielders in the history of baseball. His work ethics are second to none - and in this unfortunate day and age of 'great yuck' of sport's news here in Kansas City, he is THE example of what you want in a person, a teammate, a husband, father, etc.
Doubt surfaced again the last couple years as he struggled with injuries that were at least partly responsible for not playing as well as he did early in his career. "The Royals are stuck with him contractually" many would say. Thankfully, he hasn't listened.
He's off to the best start in his career - but (as most who like to write but we can't spout out) the main message here is, he's having fun - while he still can.
Stolen from KC Star this morning "He is 35, but his 35 is a lot different than a lot of other people's 35 because of the way he takes care of himself" says teammate Whit Merrifield.
The stuff I really enjoy seeing: his ever present (pardon my French) shit-eaten grin... him, pregame, knocking the glove out of a rookie pitcher's hand.. coming up behind a youngster (Ryan O'Hearn, hitting sub .200, obviously with the weight of the world on his shoulders) and Gordo body bumping him from behind after O'Hearn finally managed to hit a double in the gap. Psychological stuff like that tells O'Hearn "lighten up big boy, you got this.. take a deep breath, smile, let your hair down and enjoy." Valuable stuff like that ain't in his contract, but it's in his heart, his way, his being.
Yes, he sees light at end of tunnel, again quoting from the Star "I know as you get older you start to realize that you might not be playing this game as long as you want to. At times, you just want to go out there and have fun and enjoy it,"..
Ain't that kinda like life?
Over time I watched my father inlaw play golf. He was pretty decent. His skill level, of course, waned with age, but undeterred he moved from the blue tees (furthest back) to the white tees (closer to hole, reserved for those 60 and up), to taking the backroads (he knew Interstate was out of his reach age wise) to a small par three course - until the day he never played again. He enjoyed. He appreciated. He had fun.
Golf tournament yesterday. The "Bubba Boys" tourney. The Bubba Boys is a group of, mostly old codgers who've run off more than one woman due to our own flub-ups, so we gather at Happy Hour to bad-mouth 'em! Three or four times a year we organize a tourney to butcher golf courses, tell war-stories, give to a charity, and live in the moment.
I suck at golf. I will never be the heir apparent to Tom Watson. I also know that "you might not be playing this game as long as you want to."
We pick golf courses ya ain't gotta drive the Interstate to get to. Scorecards are gathered after the 18th hole, briefly perused, then just as quickly tossed in the trash.
Whatever in life (cooking, gardening, reading, needlepoint, Nascar, classic cars, yada) floats your boat, don't stop sailing. Go. Do. Enjoy. Take the backroads if ya haveta.
Fun is out there and it's basically free. I just texted my playing partner "I had a blast, thanks for playing, fun, until we forget each other's name."
Have fun, wouldya?
Love, Victud
Sunday, April 21, 2019
If only....
If only:
We could put time in a bottle.
We had tails. I watched a short video this morning of a man who had dreamed all his life about having a dachshund.. Christmas evening, his wife brought him a box with a lid... he popped it off, and yep, there it was, a dachshund pup. He picked the pup up, it crawled up his body so it could lick his face - and the pup's tail was wagging the entire time. Happy. It was real happy. We all could learn from dogs. If only we had tails to let our friends, loved ones know how we genuinely feel about them. I reckon we have to have alternative means.
We.....ok, many.. spend the vast majority of our lives trying to be rich. If only.. if only, we could recognize we already are.
If only, daily when we awaken - we could tell ourselves first thing "ya know, this could be my last day here - ever." I think it would lend to many more texts, phone calls, visits to tell those we love, just that. The hair wouldn't raise on our arms. "What's important?" would take on an entire new meaning. Life could be Kodachrome, they'd give us those nice bright colors, the greens of summer, make us think all the world is a sunny day,
I want a parrot. If only. I want a parrot of great wisdom to perch upon my shoulder. I would name her Alexa, but she'd be proactive insteada reactive - as in, "Victor, think twice, you're about to screw up." Or, "Victor, think about it.. is this really worth getting all bent outta shape about?" (Would come in very handy for us old farts who drive at night, in the rain, snow, ice.."You've got food in the fridge -get ur butt home NOW.")
If only we could wipe out hesitation of saying certain things. Good things. Why hesitate to say "You've been my friend for over 50 years, God I love you." Or, "You REALLY look nice today." Or, "Just know, I admire (this, that) about you, you should be proud." (Conversely, when we're prompted to say "You idiot", we wouldn't. Scroll to Alexa above.)
If only.. If only we had a 'pause button.' "Hold that thought, I gottta pee." "Don't move, I wanna take a picture." "THIS moment makes me very, very happy. I wanna freeze it, and remember it for as long as I can."
If only.. life came with a rewind button. Could back it up, erase blurts that hurt. On a personal note, mebbe change some "I do's" to "Let me think on it, baby baby let me think on it.. I''ll give you answer in the morning." Rewind, holler at Ned Yost, "Damnit, pinch run Gore or the game is OVER." Rewind for sharts. Sorry, pun mebbe intended but I was 'running' outta things, but, you gotta admit, rewind would be good for sharts too.
The ability to zoom in, as well as scroll thru. Alexa could help with this too - but FOCUS, focus on the yummy. Scroll thru the ick.. Zoom in on what's really happy, what really matters.
If only.. if only blog readers had the wherewithal (or an Alexa parrot) to say "Victor, wrap it up."
OK, will, if only you'll have a Happy Easter...
Love, Victurd
We could put time in a bottle.
We had tails. I watched a short video this morning of a man who had dreamed all his life about having a dachshund.. Christmas evening, his wife brought him a box with a lid... he popped it off, and yep, there it was, a dachshund pup. He picked the pup up, it crawled up his body so it could lick his face - and the pup's tail was wagging the entire time. Happy. It was real happy. We all could learn from dogs. If only we had tails to let our friends, loved ones know how we genuinely feel about them. I reckon we have to have alternative means.
We.....ok, many.. spend the vast majority of our lives trying to be rich. If only.. if only, we could recognize we already are.
If only, daily when we awaken - we could tell ourselves first thing "ya know, this could be my last day here - ever." I think it would lend to many more texts, phone calls, visits to tell those we love, just that. The hair wouldn't raise on our arms. "What's important?" would take on an entire new meaning. Life could be Kodachrome, they'd give us those nice bright colors, the greens of summer, make us think all the world is a sunny day,
I want a parrot. If only. I want a parrot of great wisdom to perch upon my shoulder. I would name her Alexa, but she'd be proactive insteada reactive - as in, "Victor, think twice, you're about to screw up." Or, "Victor, think about it.. is this really worth getting all bent outta shape about?" (Would come in very handy for us old farts who drive at night, in the rain, snow, ice.."You've got food in the fridge -get ur butt home NOW.")
If only we could wipe out hesitation of saying certain things. Good things. Why hesitate to say "You've been my friend for over 50 years, God I love you." Or, "You REALLY look nice today." Or, "Just know, I admire (this, that) about you, you should be proud." (Conversely, when we're prompted to say "You idiot", we wouldn't. Scroll to Alexa above.)
If only.. If only we had a 'pause button.' "Hold that thought, I gottta pee." "Don't move, I wanna take a picture." "THIS moment makes me very, very happy. I wanna freeze it, and remember it for as long as I can."
If only.. life came with a rewind button. Could back it up, erase blurts that hurt. On a personal note, mebbe change some "I do's" to "Let me think on it, baby baby let me think on it.. I''ll give you answer in the morning." Rewind, holler at Ned Yost, "Damnit, pinch run Gore or the game is OVER." Rewind for sharts. Sorry, pun mebbe intended but I was 'running' outta things, but, you gotta admit, rewind would be good for sharts too.
The ability to zoom in, as well as scroll thru. Alexa could help with this too - but FOCUS, focus on the yummy. Scroll thru the ick.. Zoom in on what's really happy, what really matters.
If only.. if only blog readers had the wherewithal (or an Alexa parrot) to say "Victor, wrap it up."
OK, will, if only you'll have a Happy Easter...
Love, Victurd
Saturday, April 20, 2019
Raindrops on roses
And kisses on noses,
I'm easily quite smitten,
Amazon packages, sunshine and yep, hot wings,
These are a few of my favorite things...
My Liberty cronies, and mutts, not poodles,
'Oh hell's and 'howdy' yells, all kit and caboodle,
Grandkids asking 'why', such joy it does bring,
These are a few of my favorite things...
Ladies in yoga pants, showing their nice .........'s,
Visions that stay, ain't much that surpasses,
Silver haired ladies, the beauty they bring,
These are a few of my favorite things..
When my prostate bites,
When my pee stings,
When I'm feeling mad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel, so bad..
The Stones, not Guns and Roses,
Again, kisses on noses,
Still smitten, but twice bitten,
Crank the music, karaoke, all sing
These are a few of my favorite things...
Frat brothers, our guts, they now certainly extrude(l)
Moving like we once did, attempts all futile,
"We're a bunch of bastards" we'd once, all sing,
These are a few of my favorite things...
Drive slower now, the cars they all pass us,
Wonder if that one frat, is still full of such asses,
The stories still fly, brotherhood always rings,
These are a few of my favorite things..
Popups on websites,
When my undies cling,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel, so bad..
Brushing dentures blows
But I won't have halitosis,
Jeans I put on, and they're still fittin',
Cute little packages, fit for us kings,
These are a few of my favorite things...
Cream in my coffee and yes, apple strudel,
Mundane's not for me, I like the unusual,
Eight hours of sleep and the snores that it brings,
These are a few of my favorite things...
CNN and Fox News when they don't harrass us,
Make love, not war, we say to the masses,
All Silver quarters, the memories it brings,
These are a few of my favorite things..
Itching from oak mites,
Grimy bathtub rings,
When I feel that I've been had,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel, so bad..
Love, Victurd
I'm easily quite smitten,
Amazon packages, sunshine and yep, hot wings,
These are a few of my favorite things...
My Liberty cronies, and mutts, not poodles,
'Oh hell's and 'howdy' yells, all kit and caboodle,
Grandkids asking 'why', such joy it does bring,
These are a few of my favorite things...
Ladies in yoga pants, showing their nice .........'s,
Visions that stay, ain't much that surpasses,
Silver haired ladies, the beauty they bring,
These are a few of my favorite things..
When my prostate bites,
When my pee stings,
When I'm feeling mad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel, so bad..
The Stones, not Guns and Roses,
Again, kisses on noses,
Still smitten, but twice bitten,
Crank the music, karaoke, all sing
These are a few of my favorite things...
Frat brothers, our guts, they now certainly extrude(l)
Moving like we once did, attempts all futile,
"We're a bunch of bastards" we'd once, all sing,
These are a few of my favorite things...
Drive slower now, the cars they all pass us,
Wonder if that one frat, is still full of such asses,
The stories still fly, brotherhood always rings,
These are a few of my favorite things..
Popups on websites,
When my undies cling,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel, so bad..
Brushing dentures blows
But I won't have halitosis,
Jeans I put on, and they're still fittin',
Cute little packages, fit for us kings,
These are a few of my favorite things...
Cream in my coffee and yes, apple strudel,
Mundane's not for me, I like the unusual,
Eight hours of sleep and the snores that it brings,
These are a few of my favorite things...
CNN and Fox News when they don't harrass us,
Make love, not war, we say to the masses,
All Silver quarters, the memories it brings,
These are a few of my favorite things..
Itching from oak mites,
Grimy bathtub rings,
When I feel that I've been had,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel, so bad..
Love, Victurd
Monday, April 15, 2019
Star light, star bright....
First star I see tonight,
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have this wish I wish tonight.
Kinda wishy washy, but, wish I wish is kinda hard to say.
Like, 'Unique New York" THREE TIMES, REAL FAST. Go ahead, I dareya.
You "Norked it" didn't you?
She sells seashells down by the seashore. When you think about it, seashells are allover the seashore, why would you buy one?
Lightening struck Chery's she shed and she wants a new one. A simple wish, she said.
Ned Yost wants a relief pitcher, not a belly itcher. The itchy itchy rash lady wants relief, but not a pitcher.
"Life is too short to be scared and not take risks. I'd rather be the person that's like 'I messed up' then, 'I wish I did that.' " Justin Skye
And I wish it would rain (said Ned after 5 innings and the lead... and The Temptations...)
Blow out the candles... see a falling star.. find a heads up penny... grab that wish bone.. throw a coin into the wishing well.. Genie in a bottle...
Google told me the top ten things people wish for....Good Health.. Money.. Basic needs... Love... To change ourselves... Fame.. Sex... (not necessarily in this order)... Peace.. Freedom.. Happiness... Eh, only a few that are selfish..
Wishing won't wash dishes. Be careful what you wish for.
"Never wish that life were easier. Wish that you were better." Jim Rohn. Damnit Jim, I likes that (wish i had thought of it... oops)
STOLEN from the Internet:
These six statistics about human beings will make you wish you were a gerbil:
1) Babies who develop language skills early have a risk of becoming heavy drinkers later in life.
2) A 2011 study from the Netherlands showed that people who are good at holding their pee are also good at long-term money management. (No wonder!)
3) Human beings are the only animals on the planet that enjoy spicy foods and no one really knows why.
4) According to a study published by Schizophrenia Research Journal, 50.6 percent of people who developed schizophrenia during their adult life reported owning a cat during their childhood.
5) Studies show that people with a higher number of moles tend to live longer than those with less.
6) Almost 69 percent of those who reported having committed violent crimes also reported eating candy daily at the age of ten.
I told a buddy the other day "I've never seen you get mad." (Reply was short, with a smile, "doesn't do any good to get mad.") Wish I was like that, damnit!
I wish for a cure for cancer, ALS, and any others that presently stump us. I wish for peace.. beds, safety for all.. to wipe out hunger.. healthcare for all... happiness for those sad... uplifting friends for those depressed..
Dorothy wished to go home, tinman a heart, scarecrow a brain, lion wanted courage.
I wish you a happy day.. and a Merry Christmas... (My children [son and stepson] assuredly hated me years ago.. I rearranged the words a tad, would sing "we wish you weren't here at Christmas, we wish you weren't here at Christmas.)
Wish I could stay longer, but I have GOT to pee. (Can I borrow $20?)...
Best wishes......
Love, Victurd
Wednesday, April 10, 2019
I love life, but.....
not when I sneeze.
Love nature too, but not April Freeze...
Can someone explain, pretty pretty please....
Where we came up with the saying "bee's knees"?
You cannot write a poem using the same word to rhyme twice...
Bosh, keyboard breath, watch me, I'll do it with ease...
I like animals, neighbors, fun, laughter, all things nice.......
Doors held, "hi, hello, howareya, thank you" and "PLEASE."
What did you do? Google words that rhyme with 'ease'?
I did, I did, go ahead and say it, I know ya wanna,,, "geez"...
Where'd we go wrong - the day and age of sleaze.......
Makes one wanna getup and gone, "the hell are my keys?"
Love lakes, rivers, oceans... oaks, elms, walnuts, virtually any kind of trees...
A hand held, a compliment, sunshine, rain, along with gentle breeze...
Utter shock when I step on the scale, I've GOT to be siamese...
Must be the penchant for Fritos, and burgers with cheeze..
Some love travel, Venice, Cancun, learning Burmese...
Familiarity perks me, creature of habit, here, I likes what I sees...
I coulda used other places, Delhi, China, Bahamas, anywhere overseas (like Belize)...
Gimme Main Street, Mill Street, DQ, Franklin School, in spitea the traffic, ahhh, memories..
Not really a fan of appease, fleas, displease, disease, pleas and unease...
Home cookin', family banter, pass the biscuits please...
Give me Liberty, then give me death, freedom to do is spiffy, don't care if none agrees..
Retirement's the bomb, cept for clipping toenails, expanding waistline, bout ready for Z's....
Come, take my keyboard, have a good sieze....
Death and taxes, yes...but good blogs? No guarantees.
Victor you're a weirdo, what with your ABC's...
Geez, how'd you reach that, you, your conferees?
Time to go, silly attempt at journalese...
What'd you expect? Expertise?
By Henry Gibson and Miguel de Cervantes,
Love, Victurdeze
Love nature too, but not April Freeze...
Can someone explain, pretty pretty please....
Where we came up with the saying "bee's knees"?
You cannot write a poem using the same word to rhyme twice...
Bosh, keyboard breath, watch me, I'll do it with ease...
I like animals, neighbors, fun, laughter, all things nice.......
Doors held, "hi, hello, howareya, thank you" and "PLEASE."
What did you do? Google words that rhyme with 'ease'?
I did, I did, go ahead and say it, I know ya wanna,,, "geez"...
Where'd we go wrong - the day and age of sleaze.......
Makes one wanna getup and gone, "the hell are my keys?"
Love lakes, rivers, oceans... oaks, elms, walnuts, virtually any kind of trees...
A hand held, a compliment, sunshine, rain, along with gentle breeze...
Utter shock when I step on the scale, I've GOT to be siamese...
Must be the penchant for Fritos, and burgers with cheeze..
Some love travel, Venice, Cancun, learning Burmese...
Familiarity perks me, creature of habit, here, I likes what I sees...
I coulda used other places, Delhi, China, Bahamas, anywhere overseas (like Belize)...
Gimme Main Street, Mill Street, DQ, Franklin School, in spitea the traffic, ahhh, memories..
Not really a fan of appease, fleas, displease, disease, pleas and unease...
Home cookin', family banter, pass the biscuits please...
Give me Liberty, then give me death, freedom to do is spiffy, don't care if none agrees..
Retirement's the bomb, cept for clipping toenails, expanding waistline, bout ready for Z's....
Come, take my keyboard, have a good sieze....
Death and taxes, yes...but good blogs? No guarantees.
Victor you're a weirdo, what with your ABC's...
Geez, how'd you reach that, you, your conferees?
Time to go, silly attempt at journalese...
What'd you expect? Expertise?
By Henry Gibson and Miguel de Cervantes,
Love, Victurdeze
Saturday, April 06, 2019
Smoothies.....
Upon occasion, between double-cheeseburgers, I'll fix me onea them healthy smoothies. Mebbe a banana, a peek in the freezer to grab some apricots, strawberries, pineapple chunks, raspberries, a dash of 2% milk, and a bit of whey. (That's the whey, uh huh uh huh, I like it.)
Life, me thinks, is a smoothie....... or not.
I think ya gotta have sunshine or else you'll feel sunshine go away today, don't feel much like dancin.'
Toss in a partner into the blender, because with or without the mistle toe, we all can be in a Holiday mood..
A pet (or six).. Me and you and a dog named Boo, travelin' and livin' off the land. (Shelter pets make the best pets - don't fall for the how much is that doggie in the window line.. shelter pets have waggly tails too!)....
Don't forget mom, dad, sis, bro, cousin, uncle, aunt, grandma, grandpa, niece, nephew 'cause we are family, I got all my sisters with me... we are family, get up ev'rybody and sing.
I'd like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony. I can't, because I'm horrible, but who cares, toss that song in the blender... sing in the shower, at the stoplight.. sing.. sing a song. make it simple, to last your whole life long.
Fun. Of course. And we'll have fun, fun, fun....... (Do they still make T-Birds?).. Oh girls they want to have fun.. oh girls, they want to have fun....you make lovin' fun.
Smile. Yep, we're almost ready to push that blender button, but how can we forget smile? When you're smiling (No, not in a Rambler...well, scratch that..they last made 'em in 1983, so if you're still rollin' in your Rambler, by all means smile.),,, when you're smilin, keep on smilin', the whole world smiles with you.. and when you're laughin' (Victor, we already did laughter) keep on laughin', the sun (did that too) comes shinin' thru...
Git yo' butt up and dance. Watch me whip, watch me nae nae. Dance to the music...dance to the music.. all we need is a drummer, for people who only need a beat.. I'm gonna add a guitar, and make it easy to move your feet.....Well.. you know you make me want to (Shout), Kick my heels up and (Shout), Throw my hands up and (Shout), Throw my head back and (Shout).. Come on now (Shout).. Put another nickel in, in the Nickelodeon, all I want is having you and music, music, music.
To each his/her own, but I'm tossing a little baseball in Ray. Take, me out to the ballgame, take me out to the crowd... Put me in coach, I'm ready to play, today, put me in coach, I'm ready to play, today.. put me in coach, look at me, I can be, Centerfield. (There's no crying in baseball).. I'm talkin' baseball, Kuzuski, Campanella, talking baseball, The man and Bobby Fella, The Scooter, the Barber and the News..
Weirdness. Probably just me, but I'd like a splash of weirdness. I can dig it, he can dig it, she can dig it, we can dig it, they can dig it, you can dig it... scaramouch scaramouch will you do the fandango.. they're coming to take me away, ha-haaa. they're coming to take me away ho-ho hee-hee-ha-haaa.
I think we're just about ready to push the button. If you start me up, if you start me up I'll never stop, you can start me up, you can start me up I'll never stop.
I've aways liked mutts. Canardlys, ya know. Canardly tell what they are.... I think once or twice in our lives we've all been to the 7-11 and tried that God-awful press every type of soda there is... dated me a gal that usedta go to the Piggly Wiggly where you could ground your own coffee.. she'd grab a bag, ground somea this, somea that, until she had pulled every handle to fill her bag, make her coffee smoothie.
This is nonsensical. Sorry, kinda. For me though, how else do you describe life? It don't come with no recipe or 'structions.. you can't forever follow the yellow brick road.. the straight and narrow...
Screw the village, life takes a blender. Shake shake shake, shake shake shake, shake your booty. (it's a real cutie!)
Love, Victurd
Life, me thinks, is a smoothie....... or not.
I think ya gotta have sunshine or else you'll feel sunshine go away today, don't feel much like dancin.'
Toss in a partner into the blender, because with or without the mistle toe, we all can be in a Holiday mood..
A pet (or six).. Me and you and a dog named Boo, travelin' and livin' off the land. (Shelter pets make the best pets - don't fall for the how much is that doggie in the window line.. shelter pets have waggly tails too!)....
Don't forget mom, dad, sis, bro, cousin, uncle, aunt, grandma, grandpa, niece, nephew 'cause we are family, I got all my sisters with me... we are family, get up ev'rybody and sing.
I'd like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony. I can't, because I'm horrible, but who cares, toss that song in the blender... sing in the shower, at the stoplight.. sing.. sing a song. make it simple, to last your whole life long.
Fun. Of course. And we'll have fun, fun, fun....... (Do they still make T-Birds?).. Oh girls they want to have fun.. oh girls, they want to have fun....you make lovin' fun.
Smile. Yep, we're almost ready to push that blender button, but how can we forget smile? When you're smiling (No, not in a Rambler...well, scratch that..they last made 'em in 1983, so if you're still rollin' in your Rambler, by all means smile.),,, when you're smilin, keep on smilin', the whole world smiles with you.. and when you're laughin' (Victor, we already did laughter) keep on laughin', the sun (did that too) comes shinin' thru...
Git yo' butt up and dance. Watch me whip, watch me nae nae. Dance to the music...dance to the music.. all we need is a drummer, for people who only need a beat.. I'm gonna add a guitar, and make it easy to move your feet.....Well.. you know you make me want to (Shout), Kick my heels up and (Shout), Throw my hands up and (Shout), Throw my head back and (Shout).. Come on now (Shout).. Put another nickel in, in the Nickelodeon, all I want is having you and music, music, music.
To each his/her own, but I'm tossing a little baseball in Ray. Take, me out to the ballgame, take me out to the crowd... Put me in coach, I'm ready to play, today, put me in coach, I'm ready to play, today.. put me in coach, look at me, I can be, Centerfield. (There's no crying in baseball).. I'm talkin' baseball, Kuzuski, Campanella, talking baseball, The man and Bobby Fella, The Scooter, the Barber and the News..
Weirdness. Probably just me, but I'd like a splash of weirdness. I can dig it, he can dig it, she can dig it, we can dig it, they can dig it, you can dig it... scaramouch scaramouch will you do the fandango.. they're coming to take me away, ha-haaa. they're coming to take me away ho-ho hee-hee-ha-haaa.
I think we're just about ready to push the button. If you start me up, if you start me up I'll never stop, you can start me up, you can start me up I'll never stop.
I've aways liked mutts. Canardlys, ya know. Canardly tell what they are.... I think once or twice in our lives we've all been to the 7-11 and tried that God-awful press every type of soda there is... dated me a gal that usedta go to the Piggly Wiggly where you could ground your own coffee.. she'd grab a bag, ground somea this, somea that, until she had pulled every handle to fill her bag, make her coffee smoothie.
This is nonsensical. Sorry, kinda. For me though, how else do you describe life? It don't come with no recipe or 'structions.. you can't forever follow the yellow brick road.. the straight and narrow...
Screw the village, life takes a blender. Shake shake shake, shake shake shake, shake your booty. (it's a real cutie!)
Love, Victurd
Wednesday, April 03, 2019
Take a load off.....
I'm back, sorry kinda, not.
I often ask myself whyintheheck do I do this, "aren't you embarrassed to put yourself out there?". No.. not really.
I liken it to gas. If you have gas, you gotta let it out. Imagine the belly if you didn't. So, have thoughts, let 'em out. A buddy once said "sometimes you type things we think, but don't say." I've never known a sad, disgraced peacock - but had he not said that I woulda astalavista'd long ago. (I also recently heard "I enjoy your blog, except when you're wrong!")
Writing somehow makes me calm. Calm, (along with smile, happy, nice, equality, self-depreciation, humility, humanity, dog, cat, love, like) - is/are onea/somea my fav-o-write words. (I ain't sure grammatically how I shoulda done that last sentence, but that's the beauty of your own blog. Who cares?)
Take a load off. What makes you feel calm?.. Yes, of course, you're stuck listening to mine. Well, you ain't really stuck. You could Snagglepuss left. "I'll be back" Arnold. Maybe even Apprentice "You're fired." You could click that little X in the upper right hand corner and be gone - and I'd be cool with that.
I likes watching ducks on the water, and even Fred Flintstone riding down the road - in spite of knowing each of them are frantically moving their feet where we can't see. "I am gonna portray calm, happy, grace, even if you can't see me toiling."
Of course, easy chair, feet up. All things where we ain't gotta balance our own dang weight. Laying down to sleep at night. What better? Relive the day, but, whenya ain't running, hurrying, lifting, fretting, sweating - yada. Excite for tomorrow. Ya sink into that mattress. Ever have a water bed? Oh baby, it's some dang number above any number bed. Ya sink. Ya take a load off. It's warm in the winter, cool in the summer. And, ya float, so to speak.
Back porch. Or, front porch. Storm is pretty close to the opposite of calm, but yum, to take one in on the porch is pretty awesome. Relaxing. Nature. The colors, the sounds, the temps (and dressing accordingly to make one calm).. If ya ain't never had a screened in porch, ya oughta.
Children. I know the type exists that have absolutely no interest in being around kids until the age where "their brain is ripe." Nomme. I love love love watching little ones...try to put my feet in their teenie tiny shoes to try and think as they do. They ain't been common core'd, dewey decimal'd, you'll shoot your eye'd out,.. Curiosity = calm.
Gettin' caught in the rain. The abrupt change in emotion from "ho hum" to "oh crap" to "aahhhhhh" is downright heavenly...not to mention fun. It's like clothing - what better than to get out of 'em?... Really... have you EVER seen anyone come in from an unexpected downpour that DIDN'T have a huge ole smile once they'd escaped? Me neither.
"There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm." Willa Cather
Pets, and petting pets. Also, watching the interaction of others with their pets. Fierce loyalty. Calm. Yum, but with an occasional poop scoop. Gump happens, scroll to 'ya gotta let it out.'
Familiarity. Cars, streets, signs, neighborhoods, towns, kids, grandkids, siblings, parents, grandparents, schoolmates, neighbors, good friends - all things happy, all things calm. Just the assuredness of reaching over in bed, feeling "yep, still there" affords calm. (Blogspot red-underlined 'assuredness', but that don't upset me cause I assure you, if it ain't a word, should be.)
The last bite. That satiated feeling one gets after a good meal. Yeah, maybe a tad bit of discomfort, but yes, calm. You're where ya wanna be. You're gonna suck up that moment. Appreciate the calm, before you gotta get up, do the dishes, or pay the bill, get up and finish this wonderful 'taking a load off.'
Take a moment. That calms me. Taking a moment to pray, be thankful. A moment to appreciate. Your moment? When i finish playing golf at my little par three course, first thing I do it sit in the shade overlooking the 18th hole, actually overlooking the entire course - and, reflect, take a moment. Bodies don't work forever. Old farts don't drive cars forever. Injury, illness, infection happens. When it ain't, ya gotta take a moment to be thankful for the calm. The more I make myself sit, look out at the trees, the lakes, the blue sky, the wind blowing, God's creatures running around (yes, even the dadgum bugs) - the more I appreciate calm.. and God.
Oh there's tons more (for me anyways... the morning paper, that sound when the coffee ain't no longer percolating, Ray Charles, Louie Armstrong, Eric Clapton...Ellen.. a fan going, screened windows open, the top down on a car., A CANOE....dawn, dusk..) but then again, pain happens - and pain can happen in the form of "you've gone on and on about this, now is the time to astalavista."
And right you are.
I wish you calm. There ain't much better. Well, I guess I can think of a thing or two, but last time I reached over there tweren't no one there!
Don't really like Pina Coladas any more... not into yoga.. I hope I have halfa brain.. but I love, love love getting caught in the rain.
Love, peace and soul.... Have calm,
Victurd
I often ask myself whyintheheck do I do this, "aren't you embarrassed to put yourself out there?". No.. not really.
I liken it to gas. If you have gas, you gotta let it out. Imagine the belly if you didn't. So, have thoughts, let 'em out. A buddy once said "sometimes you type things we think, but don't say." I've never known a sad, disgraced peacock - but had he not said that I woulda astalavista'd long ago. (I also recently heard "I enjoy your blog, except when you're wrong!")
Writing somehow makes me calm. Calm, (along with smile, happy, nice, equality, self-depreciation, humility, humanity, dog, cat, love, like) - is/are onea/somea my fav-o-write words. (I ain't sure grammatically how I shoulda done that last sentence, but that's the beauty of your own blog. Who cares?)
Take a load off. What makes you feel calm?.. Yes, of course, you're stuck listening to mine. Well, you ain't really stuck. You could Snagglepuss left. "I'll be back" Arnold. Maybe even Apprentice "You're fired." You could click that little X in the upper right hand corner and be gone - and I'd be cool with that.
I likes watching ducks on the water, and even Fred Flintstone riding down the road - in spite of knowing each of them are frantically moving their feet where we can't see. "I am gonna portray calm, happy, grace, even if you can't see me toiling."
Of course, easy chair, feet up. All things where we ain't gotta balance our own dang weight. Laying down to sleep at night. What better? Relive the day, but, whenya ain't running, hurrying, lifting, fretting, sweating - yada. Excite for tomorrow. Ya sink into that mattress. Ever have a water bed? Oh baby, it's some dang number above any number bed. Ya sink. Ya take a load off. It's warm in the winter, cool in the summer. And, ya float, so to speak.
Back porch. Or, front porch. Storm is pretty close to the opposite of calm, but yum, to take one in on the porch is pretty awesome. Relaxing. Nature. The colors, the sounds, the temps (and dressing accordingly to make one calm).. If ya ain't never had a screened in porch, ya oughta.
Children. I know the type exists that have absolutely no interest in being around kids until the age where "their brain is ripe." Nomme. I love love love watching little ones...try to put my feet in their teenie tiny shoes to try and think as they do. They ain't been common core'd, dewey decimal'd, you'll shoot your eye'd out,.. Curiosity = calm.
Gettin' caught in the rain. The abrupt change in emotion from "ho hum" to "oh crap" to "aahhhhhh" is downright heavenly...not to mention fun. It's like clothing - what better than to get out of 'em?... Really... have you EVER seen anyone come in from an unexpected downpour that DIDN'T have a huge ole smile once they'd escaped? Me neither.
"There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm." Willa Cather
Pets, and petting pets. Also, watching the interaction of others with their pets. Fierce loyalty. Calm. Yum, but with an occasional poop scoop. Gump happens, scroll to 'ya gotta let it out.'
Familiarity. Cars, streets, signs, neighborhoods, towns, kids, grandkids, siblings, parents, grandparents, schoolmates, neighbors, good friends - all things happy, all things calm. Just the assuredness of reaching over in bed, feeling "yep, still there" affords calm. (Blogspot red-underlined 'assuredness', but that don't upset me cause I assure you, if it ain't a word, should be.)
The last bite. That satiated feeling one gets after a good meal. Yeah, maybe a tad bit of discomfort, but yes, calm. You're where ya wanna be. You're gonna suck up that moment. Appreciate the calm, before you gotta get up, do the dishes, or pay the bill, get up and finish this wonderful 'taking a load off.'
Take a moment. That calms me. Taking a moment to pray, be thankful. A moment to appreciate. Your moment? When i finish playing golf at my little par three course, first thing I do it sit in the shade overlooking the 18th hole, actually overlooking the entire course - and, reflect, take a moment. Bodies don't work forever. Old farts don't drive cars forever. Injury, illness, infection happens. When it ain't, ya gotta take a moment to be thankful for the calm. The more I make myself sit, look out at the trees, the lakes, the blue sky, the wind blowing, God's creatures running around (yes, even the dadgum bugs) - the more I appreciate calm.. and God.
Oh there's tons more (for me anyways... the morning paper, that sound when the coffee ain't no longer percolating, Ray Charles, Louie Armstrong, Eric Clapton...Ellen.. a fan going, screened windows open, the top down on a car., A CANOE....dawn, dusk..) but then again, pain happens - and pain can happen in the form of "you've gone on and on about this, now is the time to astalavista."
And right you are.
I wish you calm. There ain't much better. Well, I guess I can think of a thing or two, but last time I reached over there tweren't no one there!
Don't really like Pina Coladas any more... not into yoga.. I hope I have halfa brain.. but I love, love love getting caught in the rain.
Love, peace and soul.... Have calm,
Victurd
Tuesday, April 02, 2019
Dirty Laundry... Part 2
As in, hopefully the last chapter.
Victor? Why are you doing this?
Cause I feel like an idiot. I posted the following on FB yesterday:
"Dirty laundry. Last week, transmission out on Grand Prix, junked it. Bought used PT Cruiser, 4 days later engine computer out. This morning, video kaput on big screen TV. (Toshiba, no buy one.) Do you think one of those axe throwing places would give me chump change for the Cruiser and/or the TV? (Today's trip to Ameristar postponed!)"
Honest to goodness, the purpose was to hopefully gain a laugh, what with the searing popularity of the axe throwing joints popping up.
Just know, I'm like Lou, as in Gehrig.."Today, I consider myself the luckiest man on the planet."
I am blessed, and please know I'm aware of that.
Aside from all the ":hang in there, hope things get better" postings, I had an offer for a free flatscreen.. and even two that said they would pray. People. Are. Nice.
The rest of the story:
The 2008 Pontiac I junked? I paid $3000 for it. Was in a minor fender bender last year at a stoplight. Guy's foot slipped off the brake, hit the gas. Insurance totaled it, gave me $106 more than I paid for the car, AND the title. I bought a trunk, a bumper guard and a taillight for $100 at junk yard, good as new. I sold it for $400 when tranny was going out, so... ain't nuttin' wrong with that deal!
The PT Cruiser and it's computer going out? In spite of mechanic's advice "get it fixed, sell it" I LOVE IT. Even after purchasing new computer, the total is less than a grand of what I thought I'd pay. As an aside, it's a convertible. Years with grandkids are precious and few. I know their excitement will one day wear off, BUT, they really dig riding in it. And I dig that they dig it!
The TV? I'd bought it on Black Friday for a piddly amount. I bemoaned probable having to pay double, maybe triple to get a replacement. Lo and behold Wally World now has their own damn brand and it was only $28 more (and it's an inch bigger!).. Oh, and yeah, I paid $23 for a 3 year warranty. The damn things just don't last.
So see? :Life is good, and sorry if it came across I was bitching, i really wasn't. Life is good.
Further down in that Facebook posting was a post from a gal who basically said "And I thought I had it bad because last night when I opened the fridge, the light went out."
Mine too, and this is the only part that still bugs me! $8 for a single light bulb that's said to last 9 years. Hell, will I even live that long?
So, color me blessed, and sorry if it came across as bitchy. I love life and all it offers.
Gotta go do laundry, it's dirty.
Love, Victurd
Victor? Why are you doing this?
Cause I feel like an idiot. I posted the following on FB yesterday:
"Dirty laundry. Last week, transmission out on Grand Prix, junked it. Bought used PT Cruiser, 4 days later engine computer out. This morning, video kaput on big screen TV. (Toshiba, no buy one.) Do you think one of those axe throwing places would give me chump change for the Cruiser and/or the TV? (Today's trip to Ameristar postponed!)"
Honest to goodness, the purpose was to hopefully gain a laugh, what with the searing popularity of the axe throwing joints popping up.
Just know, I'm like Lou, as in Gehrig.."Today, I consider myself the luckiest man on the planet."
I am blessed, and please know I'm aware of that.
Aside from all the ":hang in there, hope things get better" postings, I had an offer for a free flatscreen.. and even two that said they would pray. People. Are. Nice.
The rest of the story:
The 2008 Pontiac I junked? I paid $3000 for it. Was in a minor fender bender last year at a stoplight. Guy's foot slipped off the brake, hit the gas. Insurance totaled it, gave me $106 more than I paid for the car, AND the title. I bought a trunk, a bumper guard and a taillight for $100 at junk yard, good as new. I sold it for $400 when tranny was going out, so... ain't nuttin' wrong with that deal!
The PT Cruiser and it's computer going out? In spite of mechanic's advice "get it fixed, sell it" I LOVE IT. Even after purchasing new computer, the total is less than a grand of what I thought I'd pay. As an aside, it's a convertible. Years with grandkids are precious and few. I know their excitement will one day wear off, BUT, they really dig riding in it. And I dig that they dig it!
The TV? I'd bought it on Black Friday for a piddly amount. I bemoaned probable having to pay double, maybe triple to get a replacement. Lo and behold Wally World now has their own damn brand and it was only $28 more (and it's an inch bigger!).. Oh, and yeah, I paid $23 for a 3 year warranty. The damn things just don't last.
So see? :Life is good, and sorry if it came across I was bitching, i really wasn't. Life is good.
Further down in that Facebook posting was a post from a gal who basically said "And I thought I had it bad because last night when I opened the fridge, the light went out."
Mine too, and this is the only part that still bugs me! $8 for a single light bulb that's said to last 9 years. Hell, will I even live that long?
So, color me blessed, and sorry if it came across as bitchy. I love life and all it offers.
Gotta go do laundry, it's dirty.
Love, Victurd
Monday, April 01, 2019
"Tails" from the dark side......
Chiefs/Patriots. Our beloved phenom Quarterback had led us down the field... scored to tie the game... Overtime. The right to go to the Super Bowl was on the line. Our defense had been kinda-sorta 'leaky' all day. OK, scratch that, they'd really sucked all day. When the heads/tails coin was tossed in Overtime and the Pats won the right to receive the ball first, i think everyone and their brother knew it was our demise.
For the better part of 2,489 days, Kyle Zimmer has had his tail tucked between his legs. June 6, 2012, he was bestowed with boo-koo dollars, and exceedingly high expectations as the Kansas City Royal's #1 draft choice. If it weren't for bad luck, he'd have no luck at all.
To wit, interspersed in those 2,489 days, elbow surgery...bicep tendinitis..shoulder surgery...shoulder soreness... thoracic outlet syndrome surgery...debilitating shoulder soreness.. and last year shoulder fatigue after pitching to one batter in Spring Training that sidelined him for the entire year. Holy guacamole can you imagine how that played on his mind?
Good then happened. Rehabilitation worked. He'd worked his tail off, and Ned Yost presented him with a funny ha-ha for this year's season. The Royals played an exhibition game in Omaha (Minor League AAA affiliate) right after Spring Training before they came to KC to begin 'real play'. Ned told Zimmer "Well... you're going to start in Omaha (severe mental deflation for Kyle) and then you're going to come with us to Kansas City to play in the Big Leagues (severe "YES! YES! YES!")
He phoned his father with the news... his dad was unable to speak for 15 minutes he was so choked up. Family flew to KC.. With the Royals trailing 6-0 yesterday, the call to the bullpen came Zimmer warmed up (yes, nervous), ran thru the bullpen gate, pounded his chest, pointed to the sky...took the mound. Drum roll......he struck out the first major league batter he faced. Heck to the yes. Scratch that, hell to the yes.
It's been a week for a certain blogger I know. Pontiac, transmission out, junked it. Bought PT Cruiser. Four days later, engine computer kapooey. This morning, video out on big screen TV. "Ya have to laugh" 'he' told me.. "if you don't, you'll simply go bonkers."
We all know there is always someone worse off than us, One in two hundred High School baseball players will ever play in the Minor Leagues. Of that, less than one in ten will ever play in the bigs.
Dealing with how to turn bad luck into good luck in life in general (Victor, don't preach... not, just Googling) it says "Fail more... examine your choices.,, expect good.. be generous.. make a plan... take a chance.. work hard.. listen up."
We all know Steve Jobs. He started Apple.. I wasn't aware he later hired a CEO.. who later fired Steven Jobs (Ha!).. Jobs started two new IT companies... Apple bought them.. meaning Jobs was back.. ultimately he then invented the Iphone, Ipad, yada.. again became CEO... worked his tail off and left the dark side.
Anudder lady... penniless and going thru a string of bad luck, one, right after the other.. was sitting on a train from Manchester to London that was delayed for four hours (of course, 'luck' followed her.) It was during that delay JK Rowling conceived the idea of Harry Potter. Her first manuscript was turned down 12 times, but i think we all know the Paul Harvey rest of the story.
So? Will Kyle Zimmer win the Cy Young award in baseball this year? Probably not, but he should be damn proud for his perseverance.
Will above said blogger ever find (again, ha) the love of his life? A car that will actually make it from KC to St. Louie? A TV with video? The main thing is, he smiles and very much enjoys life.
And if life REALLY gets bad.. remember a couple of guys from TV (I can hear 'em, but I can't see 'em!) named Roy and Buck. They made it 23 consecutive years by singing:
Gloom, despair, and agony on me,
Deep, dark depression, excessive misery,
IF IT WEREN'T FOR BAD LUCK, I'D HAVE NO LUCK AT ALL,
Gloom, despair, and agony on me.
OK, heads/tails. Heads, I'm going to the Ameristar today. Tails, I stay home and 'listen' to TV.
Damnit, tails.
Oh well, enjoy your day, I planta.
Love, Victurd
For the better part of 2,489 days, Kyle Zimmer has had his tail tucked between his legs. June 6, 2012, he was bestowed with boo-koo dollars, and exceedingly high expectations as the Kansas City Royal's #1 draft choice. If it weren't for bad luck, he'd have no luck at all.
To wit, interspersed in those 2,489 days, elbow surgery...bicep tendinitis..shoulder surgery...shoulder soreness... thoracic outlet syndrome surgery...debilitating shoulder soreness.. and last year shoulder fatigue after pitching to one batter in Spring Training that sidelined him for the entire year. Holy guacamole can you imagine how that played on his mind?
Good then happened. Rehabilitation worked. He'd worked his tail off, and Ned Yost presented him with a funny ha-ha for this year's season. The Royals played an exhibition game in Omaha (Minor League AAA affiliate) right after Spring Training before they came to KC to begin 'real play'. Ned told Zimmer "Well... you're going to start in Omaha (severe mental deflation for Kyle) and then you're going to come with us to Kansas City to play in the Big Leagues (severe "YES! YES! YES!")
He phoned his father with the news... his dad was unable to speak for 15 minutes he was so choked up. Family flew to KC.. With the Royals trailing 6-0 yesterday, the call to the bullpen came Zimmer warmed up (yes, nervous), ran thru the bullpen gate, pounded his chest, pointed to the sky...took the mound. Drum roll......he struck out the first major league batter he faced. Heck to the yes. Scratch that, hell to the yes.
It's been a week for a certain blogger I know. Pontiac, transmission out, junked it. Bought PT Cruiser. Four days later, engine computer kapooey. This morning, video out on big screen TV. "Ya have to laugh" 'he' told me.. "if you don't, you'll simply go bonkers."
We all know there is always someone worse off than us, One in two hundred High School baseball players will ever play in the Minor Leagues. Of that, less than one in ten will ever play in the bigs.
Dealing with how to turn bad luck into good luck in life in general (Victor, don't preach... not, just Googling) it says "Fail more... examine your choices.,, expect good.. be generous.. make a plan... take a chance.. work hard.. listen up."
We all know Steve Jobs. He started Apple.. I wasn't aware he later hired a CEO.. who later fired Steven Jobs (Ha!).. Jobs started two new IT companies... Apple bought them.. meaning Jobs was back.. ultimately he then invented the Iphone, Ipad, yada.. again became CEO... worked his tail off and left the dark side.
Anudder lady... penniless and going thru a string of bad luck, one, right after the other.. was sitting on a train from Manchester to London that was delayed for four hours (of course, 'luck' followed her.) It was during that delay JK Rowling conceived the idea of Harry Potter. Her first manuscript was turned down 12 times, but i think we all know the Paul Harvey rest of the story.
So? Will Kyle Zimmer win the Cy Young award in baseball this year? Probably not, but he should be damn proud for his perseverance.
Will above said blogger ever find (again, ha) the love of his life? A car that will actually make it from KC to St. Louie? A TV with video? The main thing is, he smiles and very much enjoys life.
And if life REALLY gets bad.. remember a couple of guys from TV (I can hear 'em, but I can't see 'em!) named Roy and Buck. They made it 23 consecutive years by singing:
Gloom, despair, and agony on me,
Deep, dark depression, excessive misery,
IF IT WEREN'T FOR BAD LUCK, I'D HAVE NO LUCK AT ALL,
Gloom, despair, and agony on me.
OK, heads/tails. Heads, I'm going to the Ameristar today. Tails, I stay home and 'listen' to TV.
Damnit, tails.
Oh well, enjoy your day, I planta.
Love, Victurd
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