Taking a brake today. Please don’t get all hostel on me. Havea rye since of humor, perty pleas. Won’t phase you. Sorry four the paws. I’m at piece with it though.
Plane tired I am. Forth time I’ve started this – thankfully backspacing is aloud. Do as you pleas - here? Victor, maybe this ain’t sucha grate idea. Hey, don’t rein on my parade hear. Geesh your bazaar Victor. Beet it, whomever ewe our.
This is just a rough draught anyways. Naught four the feint of heart. I finally mustard up the courage to right, backoff. Witch reminds me, I trussed most fined this, and similar ax, - well, they humor me. If not, your free to flea. Peal out if ya wanna – not gonna phase me. Pore pour pitiful me. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy your presents hear. I’m all rapt up in having your deer pear of I’s on this.
A little soar today. Mussels aching. A we bit of exercise yest.. Did sum situps, hurt from my browse to my naval, down to my feat and tows – and both sigheds of my body. Shoo’s a bit tight too, a little callus, gotta not on my heal.
7:15am, maybe a knap before work, dunno. Peanut butter again today, low on cache, oh well. Ben in a jam before, many a instants’s. Sleight problem, caste my woes aside. I try to be strait forward anyways, I was taut that weigh. Eye am rambling now, sorry. Don’t know weather to rap this up or naught. Yay/Neigh? Do knot bee a freyed. I really kneed your input. Yew no it, I due two.
Bale me out hear before I get band. Raze a little hell. Please don’t grump or grown. I prey of that. Awl four one, one for all. Plum crazy. Run a fowl. Petal it on outta here. We took a pole, scoot. Flea. Go fourth. Don’t let the gait hit you in the arse. My assistance can escort ewe. And the beet goes on. Heed heard it all before – red the revues. Wanted to berry the hatchet. Rowed off unto the sunset. Thought he was some kinda profit, or perhaps a prints. Who gnu. Grate huh?
I’ve enjoyed having you, my guessed, hear. I’d herd yew might come. The principal of the hole matter. Rite? Always appreciative of the pique, all ate of you that swing by. purr fect. (Pore me). I’m your pray. Makes me ale, sick to the tummy like I got the flew.
Gotta go soon, I’ve had a bawl. Should leave before I get bard. Rap it up. I no it’s time two, everyone nose. Chants’s are, you’ve gone anyhow. Not gonna tic me off. Vary easy going. Just my manor, of coarse.
Sew, off I go. Seas ya later. You all sleigh me (I here your size)… No reel lessen today. That’s the fax. Strait and narrow. Again, thanks for your stairs. Hope sum had fun. A tail of to words, homophones. Sum like it, some knot. You really staid all the weigh two hear?
with love,
emcee Hammer..
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Victor… you’re REALLY quoting the Bible? YOU?
Yeah, reckon I am. Will, here in a sec.
Wednesday… Co-worker did something that (pardon my French) “M'a pissé vraiment loin”… (I think that’s French for “really pissed me off”).. or, at least that’s what freetranslation.com said.
So, no matter how many Turkey drumsticks I devoured, I couldn’t get this bad taste outta my mouth. I seethed, for bits and pieces of Thur/Fri/Sat/Sun/today.. and planned/plotted “This is what I’ll do… That is what I’ll say.. I’ll SHOW THEM!”… Stressy, I have been stressy – and I hates that.
Then… just now, eating peanut butter sandwich for lunch in car.. set in to challenge the Sudoku puzzle. Adding to my present “seething” was the fact that this is Monday.. the Sudoku puzzle on Monday is cinchy (they start out easy.. #1 on a scale of 6.. and get harder as the week progresses) was giving me additional fits. Trouble finishing. Usually, I’m done in 5 minutes. Not today.
So………. eyes wondered. Just below Sudoku… Billy… as in Bill Graham.. Headline read “REVENGE CAN ONLY LEAD YOU ASTRAY”…
No Billy, say it ain’t so…… I’ve got such good “Get back at this person” plans, can’t I follow thru?
Twas a letter from someone to Mr. Graham: “Someone hurt me very deeply about two years ago, and know I have opportunity to really get back at her. My mother says I shouldn’t do it, but I see no reason not to. What this person did was wrong, so why should she be allowed to get away with it?”…..signed, CJ…
“Dear CJ.. Wanting to strike back and hurt someone who has hurt us is a common human reaction, but doesn’t make it right. The Bible urges us to take a different path: “Do not repay anyone evil for evil… Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.” (Romans 12:17,21.)”
Darnit.. makes sense. Now I feel goofy……
Billy continued “What’s wrong with seeking revenge? For one thing, it seldom solves anything. At best, this person will remain your enemy; at worst, she’ll retaliate against you in some way, starting a cycle that may never end…..
Revenge is also wrong because it’s fueled by anger. Let’s face it: You aren’t really interested in justice – you simply want to see this person suffer. But anger will only lead you astray. This is why the Bible says “A fool gives full vent to his anger, but a wise man keeps himself under control.” (Proverbs 29:11)
Ok, so, reckon I’m kinda glad Sudoku was hard today. Kinda glad my eyes, mind wandered. Kinda glad I didn’t give in to being a fool. I was darn close to open mouth/insert foot.
Even better – I feel better about this all now. Hey.. you… if you’re here.. please remember: I write to me. Hitchhikers welcome. ie, ain’t preaching. I’m learning.
One day Billy, I’ll get there all the way. For now, heading back outside for a cig to finish up my smoke break. Thanks – I don’t even have interest now in retaliation, seeing anyone suffer. Party on. Love, Victurd.
Wednesday… Co-worker did something that (pardon my French) “M'a pissé vraiment loin”… (I think that’s French for “really pissed me off”).. or, at least that’s what freetranslation.com said.
So, no matter how many Turkey drumsticks I devoured, I couldn’t get this bad taste outta my mouth. I seethed, for bits and pieces of Thur/Fri/Sat/Sun/today.. and planned/plotted “This is what I’ll do… That is what I’ll say.. I’ll SHOW THEM!”… Stressy, I have been stressy – and I hates that.
Then… just now, eating peanut butter sandwich for lunch in car.. set in to challenge the Sudoku puzzle. Adding to my present “seething” was the fact that this is Monday.. the Sudoku puzzle on Monday is cinchy (they start out easy.. #1 on a scale of 6.. and get harder as the week progresses) was giving me additional fits. Trouble finishing. Usually, I’m done in 5 minutes. Not today.
So………. eyes wondered. Just below Sudoku… Billy… as in Bill Graham.. Headline read “REVENGE CAN ONLY LEAD YOU ASTRAY”…
No Billy, say it ain’t so…… I’ve got such good “Get back at this person” plans, can’t I follow thru?
Twas a letter from someone to Mr. Graham: “Someone hurt me very deeply about two years ago, and know I have opportunity to really get back at her. My mother says I shouldn’t do it, but I see no reason not to. What this person did was wrong, so why should she be allowed to get away with it?”…..signed, CJ…
“Dear CJ.. Wanting to strike back and hurt someone who has hurt us is a common human reaction, but doesn’t make it right. The Bible urges us to take a different path: “Do not repay anyone evil for evil… Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.” (Romans 12:17,21.)”
Darnit.. makes sense. Now I feel goofy……
Billy continued “What’s wrong with seeking revenge? For one thing, it seldom solves anything. At best, this person will remain your enemy; at worst, she’ll retaliate against you in some way, starting a cycle that may never end…..
Revenge is also wrong because it’s fueled by anger. Let’s face it: You aren’t really interested in justice – you simply want to see this person suffer. But anger will only lead you astray. This is why the Bible says “A fool gives full vent to his anger, but a wise man keeps himself under control.” (Proverbs 29:11)
Ok, so, reckon I’m kinda glad Sudoku was hard today. Kinda glad my eyes, mind wandered. Kinda glad I didn’t give in to being a fool. I was darn close to open mouth/insert foot.
Even better – I feel better about this all now. Hey.. you… if you’re here.. please remember: I write to me. Hitchhikers welcome. ie, ain’t preaching. I’m learning.
One day Billy, I’ll get there all the way. For now, heading back outside for a cig to finish up my smoke break. Thanks – I don’t even have interest now in retaliation, seeing anyone suffer. Party on. Love, Victurd.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Over the river and through the woods
To Grandmother's house we go
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
Through white and drifted snow
Baaaaaaaaaaaaah Humbug said I! Each and every winter, I swear, gets colder and colder no matta how much more “stored fat” I accumulate year after year. (Don’t getme wrong, loved loved LOVED Granny’s house as a kid.. and yes, even sledding –well.. at least until that time my tongue got stuck on metal part)…
Over the river and through the woods
Oh how the wind does blow
It stings the toes and bites the nose
As over the ground we go
Wind. YUCK. Stings. YES. Toes? I can’t feel ‘em (let alone reach ‘em)… Gimme a casa in Cabo, a tent in Tampa, a motel in Maui, a hut in Hono….
Over the river and through the woods
To Grandmother's house we go
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
Through white and drifted snow
Horse-$#^*.. howinthehell can the writers of this song sing happily, merrily when the combo of Old Man Winter/riding on a sleigh surely has turned their face beet red, frozen solid, making it impossible to smile, sing, feel… impossible to anything!
Over the river and through the woods
Oh how the wind does blow
It stings the toes and bites the nose
As over the ground we go
Ok, actually, I’m lying. I kinda getta kick outta scraping my windshield when the wind chill is 12 below. And, I’m thankful I don’t have to pay for an amusement park when I can traverse I-435 for 35 miles (each way) daily in ice, snow – where the steering wheel is rendered "as useless as the ti… “.. oh well, you know - sumpin about pig breasts.
Over the river and through the woods
And through the barnyard gate
We seem to go extremely slow
It is so hard to wait.
In truth, I LOVE the $ound of my furnace. Always been a huge fan of incessant. (“She wouldn’t stop talking long enough for me to say ‘nice to meet you’ “).. Should I slip/fall in the driveway? Not to worry, scads more padding than as a child. And, when I do, kinda gets me giggling, as in “oh shit, I hope no one saw that”… Giggling is good.
HEY! I GOTTA GOOD IDEA!.. Since winter driving is much more hazardous, what with the wind, the blowing snow, the foggy windshield, icing, sheet-of-ice roads – LET’S SET THE CLOCKS UP AN HOUR so we can add darkness to the mix of driving home! Hell yeah!
Over the river and through the woods
Now Grandmother's cap I spy
Hooray for the fun
Is the pudding done?
Hooray for the pumpkin pie
Hooray for the fun
Is the pudding done?
Hooray for the pumpkin pie
Hooray!
I know. I’m blessed to be here at all. I, inspitea thinking occasionally “the bastard leaks” truly am a glass half full kinda person. I know too “like it or lump it.” Winter is the halftime of an exciting game. The long line to get ones license plates renewed. The walking into an overflowing restaurant and signing up as “last name, Starving, party of two.”
If it weren’t for bad, there’d be no good, comprende. Hell/heaven. Worry/rejoice. Repel/attract. Fearful/sanguine (don’t be impressed, I Googled antonyms)..
Honestly, I am thankful. I do enjoy winter (from out my living room window). I am lucky to be here. Happy even…..
Did someone say pumpkin pie? Love, Victurd.
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
Through white and drifted snow
Baaaaaaaaaaaaah Humbug said I! Each and every winter, I swear, gets colder and colder no matta how much more “stored fat” I accumulate year after year. (Don’t getme wrong, loved loved LOVED Granny’s house as a kid.. and yes, even sledding –well.. at least until that time my tongue got stuck on metal part)…
Over the river and through the woods
Oh how the wind does blow
It stings the toes and bites the nose
As over the ground we go
Wind. YUCK. Stings. YES. Toes? I can’t feel ‘em (let alone reach ‘em)… Gimme a casa in Cabo, a tent in Tampa, a motel in Maui, a hut in Hono….
Over the river and through the woods
To Grandmother's house we go
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
Through white and drifted snow
Horse-$#^*.. howinthehell can the writers of this song sing happily, merrily when the combo of Old Man Winter/riding on a sleigh surely has turned their face beet red, frozen solid, making it impossible to smile, sing, feel… impossible to anything!
Over the river and through the woods
Oh how the wind does blow
It stings the toes and bites the nose
As over the ground we go
Ok, actually, I’m lying. I kinda getta kick outta scraping my windshield when the wind chill is 12 below. And, I’m thankful I don’t have to pay for an amusement park when I can traverse I-435 for 35 miles (each way) daily in ice, snow – where the steering wheel is rendered "as useless as the ti… “.. oh well, you know - sumpin about pig breasts.
Over the river and through the woods
And through the barnyard gate
We seem to go extremely slow
It is so hard to wait.
In truth, I LOVE the $ound of my furnace. Always been a huge fan of incessant. (“She wouldn’t stop talking long enough for me to say ‘nice to meet you’ “).. Should I slip/fall in the driveway? Not to worry, scads more padding than as a child. And, when I do, kinda gets me giggling, as in “oh shit, I hope no one saw that”… Giggling is good.
HEY! I GOTTA GOOD IDEA!.. Since winter driving is much more hazardous, what with the wind, the blowing snow, the foggy windshield, icing, sheet-of-ice roads – LET’S SET THE CLOCKS UP AN HOUR so we can add darkness to the mix of driving home! Hell yeah!
Over the river and through the woods
Now Grandmother's cap I spy
Hooray for the fun
Is the pudding done?
Hooray for the pumpkin pie
Hooray for the fun
Is the pudding done?
Hooray for the pumpkin pie
Hooray!
I know. I’m blessed to be here at all. I, inspitea thinking occasionally “the bastard leaks” truly am a glass half full kinda person. I know too “like it or lump it.” Winter is the halftime of an exciting game. The long line to get ones license plates renewed. The walking into an overflowing restaurant and signing up as “last name, Starving, party of two.”
If it weren’t for bad, there’d be no good, comprende. Hell/heaven. Worry/rejoice. Repel/attract. Fearful/sanguine (don’t be impressed, I Googled antonyms)..
Honestly, I am thankful. I do enjoy winter (from out my living room window). I am lucky to be here. Happy even…..
Did someone say pumpkin pie? Love, Victurd.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
GivingThanks…..
I am thankful for much: Sure, family/friends. Other stuff too.
The big ole moon on the horizon just after dusk.. Fritos… Smiles pointed at me. Smiles, pointed at others. The eyeballs behind the mask, outstretched hands, of the 3’ tall trick-or-treater…
The personalities of dogs… the whimsical ways of cats.. Facebook, the “Directory Assistance” of present day for connecting with friends from yesteryear..
Sports.. rivalries.. the banter associated therein.. Remote control.. Mute.. Cubicle walls.. Coffee.. Walking into McDonalds virtually every morning, seeing the smiling face, and my $2.80 order already rang up by the time I reach the register..
Newspaper.. Surfing.. Sudoku.. Solitaire.. Sticky notes.. Copy and paste.. a “fun” email in my inbox.. a sent, “fun” email..
Things from leftfield.. a handshake.. a “hi”.. giving/receiving “five”.. Summer.. Spring.. Fall… (gulp), Winter.. My car battery.. Blankets, comforters, house-slippers..
Dryer sheets.. my portable razor.. blank Word docs… backspacing.. correction tape.. the DJ who keeps me in stiches on the way to work… the DJ who seemingly has the same taste in music that makes my drive home cinchy…
Thankful that I can still think, talk, write, hear, see, feel..
Pecan pie.. Butterfingers.. Burnt ends.. The “like” button.. my debit card.. pay at the pump.. caller ID.. rain, snow, lightning, thunder from indoors.. sunshine, out in it..
The men and women of our armed forces.. Freedom.. Peace.. People my age.. people that are older.. people that are younger.. fraternity brothers.. coworkers, present/past.. even Bortko’s trivia games..
Youtube.. CD’s.. PDF’s, TIFF’s, JPEG’s..
Personalities – and the differences therein.. strong beliefs, and the respect to disagree/agree.. fervor.. love.. that feeling inside where something makes me emotionally “well up”, and then I remember “geesh, I’m 58”… and then I remember, who gives a crap, I’ll well up whenever I wanna well up and THANK GOD I FEEL!
Space heaters.. furnaces.. faucets.. mirrors (mosta the time)..
Hugs, kisses, backrubs.. Sneaking under the covers upon conclusion of the fun day, saying a prayer – and awakening some hours later – thankful to do it allover again.
I am thankful for all of my yesterdays, the joy, people, places, things, inventions within.. I anxiously look forward to what tomorrow brings.. I am thankful for that hope.
(Here’s where I close my eyes.. give thought to my mother, father, sister, grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles,friends – gone.. to remind myself how precious life is – hopefully making it that much easier to ward off the “yuck” ‘cause we just don’t know how long the wonderful will last.)
Happy Thanksgiving.. Love, Victurd..
The big ole moon on the horizon just after dusk.. Fritos… Smiles pointed at me. Smiles, pointed at others. The eyeballs behind the mask, outstretched hands, of the 3’ tall trick-or-treater…
The personalities of dogs… the whimsical ways of cats.. Facebook, the “Directory Assistance” of present day for connecting with friends from yesteryear..
Sports.. rivalries.. the banter associated therein.. Remote control.. Mute.. Cubicle walls.. Coffee.. Walking into McDonalds virtually every morning, seeing the smiling face, and my $2.80 order already rang up by the time I reach the register..
Newspaper.. Surfing.. Sudoku.. Solitaire.. Sticky notes.. Copy and paste.. a “fun” email in my inbox.. a sent, “fun” email..
Things from leftfield.. a handshake.. a “hi”.. giving/receiving “five”.. Summer.. Spring.. Fall… (gulp), Winter.. My car battery.. Blankets, comforters, house-slippers..
Dryer sheets.. my portable razor.. blank Word docs… backspacing.. correction tape.. the DJ who keeps me in stiches on the way to work… the DJ who seemingly has the same taste in music that makes my drive home cinchy…
Thankful that I can still think, talk, write, hear, see, feel..
Pecan pie.. Butterfingers.. Burnt ends.. The “like” button.. my debit card.. pay at the pump.. caller ID.. rain, snow, lightning, thunder from indoors.. sunshine, out in it..
The men and women of our armed forces.. Freedom.. Peace.. People my age.. people that are older.. people that are younger.. fraternity brothers.. coworkers, present/past.. even Bortko’s trivia games..
Youtube.. CD’s.. PDF’s, TIFF’s, JPEG’s..
Personalities – and the differences therein.. strong beliefs, and the respect to disagree/agree.. fervor.. love.. that feeling inside where something makes me emotionally “well up”, and then I remember “geesh, I’m 58”… and then I remember, who gives a crap, I’ll well up whenever I wanna well up and THANK GOD I FEEL!
Space heaters.. furnaces.. faucets.. mirrors (mosta the time)..
Hugs, kisses, backrubs.. Sneaking under the covers upon conclusion of the fun day, saying a prayer – and awakening some hours later – thankful to do it allover again.
I am thankful for all of my yesterdays, the joy, people, places, things, inventions within.. I anxiously look forward to what tomorrow brings.. I am thankful for that hope.
(Here’s where I close my eyes.. give thought to my mother, father, sister, grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles,friends – gone.. to remind myself how precious life is – hopefully making it that much easier to ward off the “yuck” ‘cause we just don’t know how long the wonderful will last.)
Happy Thanksgiving.. Love, Victurd..
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Chet’s nuts roasting on an open fire…..
Sorry, I ain’t the number one fan of winter. SAD. Or, that’s what they say. THIS ‘affect’ I know. The new moniker for depression in the winter is “Seasonal Affective Disorder.”
I’m much cozier with GDIHWACWFITGO. (Gosh Darn I Hate Winter And Can’t Wait For It To Get Over.) And this crap JUST started.
Winter makes me sluggish. I get food cravings. I can’t do my regular outdoor exercise, so I run to the fridge. (Victor, wheninthehell was the last time you did “regular outdoor exercise?”)… Oh, I dunno.. Tween my junior and senior years I spose. (What I thought.)
The shorter days mess with our body clock… our little brain is in overdrive trying to produce melatonin – a hormone that regulates the body/clock.. sleep patterns, AND is linked to depression. SAD.
A chicky at work has already written in FB “Kids are already driving me nuts and its not even winter yet.... What is it that I have done to make them this way... I am glad everyone else thinks they are great because I think that they are terrors.. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day..”
Patience is shorter. Days shorter. Shorter path to fridge. Tendency to “I think I’ll sit this one out and hunker down under this fabulous comforter.”.. Average dude gains 6-7 lbs in winter. SAD.
Move, right? I likes it here. No, not extremely fond of winters – but me thinks just by having winter we get a tad more appreciation for Spring, Summer, Fall.
Driving in it is poopy. The preparation just to get to the point where you can drive (scooping sidewalks, scraping windows, letting engine run to make sure icicles don’t form on you en route.)
Check coolant. Check battery. Get tuneup. Check wipers. Fill tank. Fill washer fluid. Carry sand bags. Get snow tires. Carry supplies. Have your phone. Tire chains. Clean off your car. Go slow.
Winter driving. Yuck. The consequences can be very dire. You could end up sliding towards a guard rail wondering if your affairs are in order, or, as Dave Barry would say, stuck on a deserted road and then passing through the digestive system of wolves.
SAD. Happy does happen during SAD (Thanksgiving, Christmas, football, HS kids basketball.. least, that’s my list).. but I oh-so look forward to Spring. Hop, skip, jump perty please.
Oh well. Here we go. Reckon should simply be thankful for even getting another winter. Why couldn’t our Keeper have made it so WE hibernate too? I wouldn’t mind. I enjoy sleep.
In reality – I love winter. Special stuff happens where there’s no time other in the year to ‘get into the spirit’.. to recognize and espouse “Thanks.” Mostly happy, sometimes SAD.
Slip slidin’ away. Love, Victurd
I’m much cozier with GDIHWACWFITGO. (Gosh Darn I Hate Winter And Can’t Wait For It To Get Over.) And this crap JUST started.
Winter makes me sluggish. I get food cravings. I can’t do my regular outdoor exercise, so I run to the fridge. (Victor, wheninthehell was the last time you did “regular outdoor exercise?”)… Oh, I dunno.. Tween my junior and senior years I spose. (What I thought.)
The shorter days mess with our body clock… our little brain is in overdrive trying to produce melatonin – a hormone that regulates the body/clock.. sleep patterns, AND is linked to depression. SAD.
A chicky at work has already written in FB “Kids are already driving me nuts and its not even winter yet.... What is it that I have done to make them this way... I am glad everyone else thinks they are great because I think that they are terrors.. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day..”
Patience is shorter. Days shorter. Shorter path to fridge. Tendency to “I think I’ll sit this one out and hunker down under this fabulous comforter.”.. Average dude gains 6-7 lbs in winter. SAD.
Move, right? I likes it here. No, not extremely fond of winters – but me thinks just by having winter we get a tad more appreciation for Spring, Summer, Fall.
Driving in it is poopy. The preparation just to get to the point where you can drive (scooping sidewalks, scraping windows, letting engine run to make sure icicles don’t form on you en route.)
Check coolant. Check battery. Get tuneup. Check wipers. Fill tank. Fill washer fluid. Carry sand bags. Get snow tires. Carry supplies. Have your phone. Tire chains. Clean off your car. Go slow.
Winter driving. Yuck. The consequences can be very dire. You could end up sliding towards a guard rail wondering if your affairs are in order, or, as Dave Barry would say, stuck on a deserted road and then passing through the digestive system of wolves.
SAD. Happy does happen during SAD (Thanksgiving, Christmas, football, HS kids basketball.. least, that’s my list).. but I oh-so look forward to Spring. Hop, skip, jump perty please.
Oh well. Here we go. Reckon should simply be thankful for even getting another winter. Why couldn’t our Keeper have made it so WE hibernate too? I wouldn’t mind. I enjoy sleep.
In reality – I love winter. Special stuff happens where there’s no time other in the year to ‘get into the spirit’.. to recognize and espouse “Thanks.” Mostly happy, sometimes SAD.
Slip slidin’ away. Love, Victurd
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Last leg……
Interesting term. When I Google a word, phrase, I am literally addicted and research every Merriam, MacMillan, Wiki, Yourdictionary, TheFreeDictionary, Tom, Dick, Harry to absorb all I can learn. Kinda like seeing a chick you really think is hot… “lemme peek at this woman from each, every, aspect, angle.” (Oink, sorry….. kinda)…
One of ‘em told me: “To be "on your last leg" is to be near the end; near collapse. You have scarce resources left to complete something. "Our old family dog is on her last leg (meaning tired, near death). The "leg" here can be interpreted in two ways. First, comparing a leg to the tired or injured legs of a person or an animal after extended effort; there is not much left to stand on.
Another mentioned: synonyms.. = done in…… dying…. Elderly… moribound.. (Quick editor’s note if I may.. as my father reached this stage, my wonderful niece/hubby stepped in to so, so beautifully to assist. I have always loved them, will always love them, and I hope they know how much I truly CHERISH them making my father’s last leg, enjoyable, comfy, fun. Assistance with EVERYTHING. Love you Valerie, Darren.)
We are all selfish. We are. May not admit it, but, each and every thing that rolls our way, passes through our ears, sneaks from our eyeballs to our brains, we think “how does this relate to ME?”…
Fitty-something, UPPER fitty-something, is a scary, wonderful thing. We’re somewhere ‘tween Rod White’s stopwatch in 5th grade running the fitty yard dash – and Shady Acres. We like to think we’re closer to Mabel Weakley, but in reality, we’re probably closer to Mabel Weakley. HUH? (You’da had to been a Libertyite to ‘get’ that one, sorry)…
Knowing, last leg on horizon, it gives us this frenetic pace……… “Gotta do this”,,, “Gotta see that”…. “Gotta go there”…. “BY GOD I am NOT too young to do that… WATCH ME”… “The sun is setting, so to speak… come on, LET’S GO!”…..
So… with a shout out to Bonita Allen (it’s another Liberty thing) we “go like sixty”… Our brain tugs our sleeve, says “you go guy/girl… you’re only a few years removed from High School football, Glee Club, Stayton’s drafting class, Hartley’s drama club, GO….” And we do. Our brain is in high gear, our body later tells us “You dumbass… the hell were you thinkin?”
As onea the Merriam/MacMillian/Wiki’s pointed out, “last legs (of a person or thing) worn out; exhausted.”… We’re at the age, mebbe not in the know of “last leg of life”, but very definitely guilty when it comes to “last leg of the day.”
Another onea the Mc/Mac/Wik “I know every damn thing – just ask me” websites likened last leg to penniless. I was married to two brilliant women for mosta my “after school years.”.. Reality socked me in the face awhile back.. “I gotta do WHAT?... BUDGET?... the hell’s that? Ain’t that whar you getta rental car?”…….So, trust me, I very well know “last leg/penniless”…
Applies to appliances, cars, gizmo’s, weedeaters, lawn mowers, chain saws, battery’s, computers, et al. Last leg happens...
A "leg" is also a counting word for a segment of a long journey. "I would be glad to sell you my car, but I must tell you that it is on its last leg."
Company picnic. Family picnic. Thanksgiving. Chicken, turkey. OF COURSE, last leg is a wonderful thing!
And of course…….. the last leg of the trip. The traveling salesman. The vacation. Refreshing, relaxing, return to normalcy, while mebbe outta sync… a good, sad, happy, restful, tiring thing.
Please know: I am on the last leg of this blog. For all you perverts out there who thought they’d learn Victor’s” last leg” – funny ha ha.
For those born roundabout when I was, God Bless – I hope this is a very long, last leg. A memorable one. Life ain’t over – we’re just gettin’ to the best part.
Love, Victurd.
One of ‘em told me: “To be "on your last leg" is to be near the end; near collapse. You have scarce resources left to complete something. "Our old family dog is on her last leg (meaning tired, near death). The "leg" here can be interpreted in two ways. First, comparing a leg to the tired or injured legs of a person or an animal after extended effort; there is not much left to stand on.
Another mentioned: synonyms.. = done in…… dying…. Elderly… moribound.. (Quick editor’s note if I may.. as my father reached this stage, my wonderful niece/hubby stepped in to so, so beautifully to assist. I have always loved them, will always love them, and I hope they know how much I truly CHERISH them making my father’s last leg, enjoyable, comfy, fun. Assistance with EVERYTHING. Love you Valerie, Darren.)
We are all selfish. We are. May not admit it, but, each and every thing that rolls our way, passes through our ears, sneaks from our eyeballs to our brains, we think “how does this relate to ME?”…
Fitty-something, UPPER fitty-something, is a scary, wonderful thing. We’re somewhere ‘tween Rod White’s stopwatch in 5th grade running the fitty yard dash – and Shady Acres. We like to think we’re closer to Mabel Weakley, but in reality, we’re probably closer to Mabel Weakley. HUH? (You’da had to been a Libertyite to ‘get’ that one, sorry)…
Knowing, last leg on horizon, it gives us this frenetic pace……… “Gotta do this”,,, “Gotta see that”…. “Gotta go there”…. “BY GOD I am NOT too young to do that… WATCH ME”… “The sun is setting, so to speak… come on, LET’S GO!”…..
So… with a shout out to Bonita Allen (it’s another Liberty thing) we “go like sixty”… Our brain tugs our sleeve, says “you go guy/girl… you’re only a few years removed from High School football, Glee Club, Stayton’s drafting class, Hartley’s drama club, GO….” And we do. Our brain is in high gear, our body later tells us “You dumbass… the hell were you thinkin?”
As onea the Merriam/MacMillian/Wiki’s pointed out, “last legs (of a person or thing) worn out; exhausted.”… We’re at the age, mebbe not in the know of “last leg of life”, but very definitely guilty when it comes to “last leg of the day.”
Another onea the Mc/Mac/Wik “I know every damn thing – just ask me” websites likened last leg to penniless. I was married to two brilliant women for mosta my “after school years.”.. Reality socked me in the face awhile back.. “I gotta do WHAT?... BUDGET?... the hell’s that? Ain’t that whar you getta rental car?”…….So, trust me, I very well know “last leg/penniless”…
Applies to appliances, cars, gizmo’s, weedeaters, lawn mowers, chain saws, battery’s, computers, et al. Last leg happens...
A "leg" is also a counting word for a segment of a long journey. "I would be glad to sell you my car, but I must tell you that it is on its last leg."
Company picnic. Family picnic. Thanksgiving. Chicken, turkey. OF COURSE, last leg is a wonderful thing!
And of course…….. the last leg of the trip. The traveling salesman. The vacation. Refreshing, relaxing, return to normalcy, while mebbe outta sync… a good, sad, happy, restful, tiring thing.
Please know: I am on the last leg of this blog. For all you perverts out there who thought they’d learn Victor’s” last leg” – funny ha ha.
For those born roundabout when I was, God Bless – I hope this is a very long, last leg. A memorable one. Life ain’t over – we’re just gettin’ to the best part.
Love, Victurd.
Oh well....
Can't help about the shape I'm in
Can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin
Got to work today… thought… “Didn’t we just do this yesterday?”.. Tuesdays are poopy. No direction. Ground control to Major Tom (Victor, you can’t do two songs in one blog.).. Oh well. Sorry. I’m sorry. So sorry, that I was such a fool. (VICTOR!).. OK!
Don't ask me what I think of you
Might not give the answer that you want me to
Blah, as in blasé. Tuesday… What is it good for – ah absolutely nothing. (Geez Louise Victor)… I mean, still feeling the effects of the weekend. (Someone learn me on the effect/affect thing.. I may have fect’ed it up)… Too far away from Friday/wahoo. Tuesdays are dull. Boring. Sleepy. Have to’s. Go with motion, not emotion. Yuck, patooey.
Tuesday, afternoon, I'm just beginning to see, now I'm on my way. It doesn't matter to me, chasing the clouds away. Something, calls to me. (I give up.) Oh well.
Now, when I talked to God I knew He'd understand
He said, "Stick by my side and I'll be your guiding hand”
Church - Sunday huh? Did you realize, if we did away with Tuesdays, that would give us 8 additional Sundays to worship? We’d all be more Saintly. Oh when the Saints… (where’s my gun, just shoot me).. NO. TUESDAYS ARE WORTHLESS!.. (Victor.. if you were “Worth”less, you’d only be 34 years old.) Funny ha-ha. Inside yoke, Ex last name Worth.. Fitty-eight minus 24 yr marriage = 34.
Don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
Oh well. Got no choice. Must live thru Tuesday to get to the funner ones. Awaken me when it’s over. Love, Victurd.
Can't sing, I ain't pretty and my legs are thin
Got to work today… thought… “Didn’t we just do this yesterday?”.. Tuesdays are poopy. No direction. Ground control to Major Tom (Victor, you can’t do two songs in one blog.).. Oh well. Sorry. I’m sorry. So sorry, that I was such a fool. (VICTOR!).. OK!
Don't ask me what I think of you
Might not give the answer that you want me to
Blah, as in blasé. Tuesday… What is it good for – ah absolutely nothing. (Geez Louise Victor)… I mean, still feeling the effects of the weekend. (Someone learn me on the effect/affect thing.. I may have fect’ed it up)… Too far away from Friday/wahoo. Tuesdays are dull. Boring. Sleepy. Have to’s. Go with motion, not emotion. Yuck, patooey.
Tuesday, afternoon, I'm just beginning to see, now I'm on my way. It doesn't matter to me, chasing the clouds away. Something, calls to me. (I give up.) Oh well.
Now, when I talked to God I knew He'd understand
He said, "Stick by my side and I'll be your guiding hand”
Church - Sunday huh? Did you realize, if we did away with Tuesdays, that would give us 8 additional Sundays to worship? We’d all be more Saintly. Oh when the Saints… (where’s my gun, just shoot me).. NO. TUESDAYS ARE WORTHLESS!.. (Victor.. if you were “Worth”less, you’d only be 34 years old.) Funny ha-ha. Inside yoke, Ex last name Worth.. Fitty-eight minus 24 yr marriage = 34.
Don't ask me what I think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to
Oh well. Got no choice. Must live thru Tuesday to get to the funner ones. Awaken me when it’s over. Love, Victurd.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
A disgrace to embrace?
Loving life……
Last blog thingy I did was basically in jest. Sure, life hands us the ‘downs’, it’s seemingly how one reacts to that – and I kinda-sorta with tongue in cheek, mebbe kinda-sorta periodically not with tongue in cheek wrote - and – lovingly received the following guidance: “you need a hobby”… and… “Find the joy in life, and embrace it.”
So, again, I blog to myself, hitchhikers welcome… a brief diddy on why I DO love life.
I love motion. Mine. Others. Athletes. Animals. Regular people, not so regular people. Old folks, young folks.
I love emotion. Many, many an occasion I get choked up over something perty cool. Usedta bug me – no more. I have come to recognize “feel good” is way OK, and if includes tearing up, momentarily being unable to talk: far out.
I love devotion. Sure, religion, but moreso – family. Loved ones. Coworkers. Bosses. Favorite athletic teams. Child, children.
I am in awe of the wisdom of some folks, especially my elders. Once admittedly hardheaded – now I’m all ears in listening to advice, suggestion. Life, in and of itself, is a learning thing – yet I’m so thankful for the many that have ‘educated me’ in the various aspects of life. Some by example, some by suggestion. Some, simply by opting not to do something "agin’ their morals."
I love laughter. Some may say “too light”, nomme. “Fun” should be “work”. Out with friends, buddies, playing softball, the smiles should way overtake dead seriousness (whilst still staying on task, staying “in the game”, etc.)
Sure, I miss romance – but I drive on the highway of belief “I’ve yet to be in the most wonderful relationship I’ve ever been in.” If for some reason that doesn’t happen, I don’t worry because I’ve “made” some wonderful “folds” above either side of my mouth/nose, from having/leading a smiley life.
I love “beliefs”. Older I get, quicker I am to yap, speak my peace if I see/hear the contrary. Set in my ways? Mebbe. I prefer to think of it as convictions. Like, the good treatment of people, animals. I would not hesitate to let a higher up (or fellow worker) know “I thought you treated that person really poorly.” I firmly believe, right is right.
I love passion. About whatever. Facebook is full of passion. It’s a springboard for it. May not always agree, but I respect all folks for their passion about whatever it is they are passionite about. Religion. Politics. Even Farmville.
I love to eat, drink, breathe, laugh, play, hear stories, tell stories, see reactions, react. I love all folks, no matter the dollar (or lack thereof) in their pocket, their position (or lack thereof), their religious beliefs (or non-belief), their color, their homeland, their whatever.
Embrace is/was a wonderful suggestion. If only only folks knew how much I do so embrace life.
Honest, the corners of my mouth are virtually pointed upward 24/7. In the rare moments they ain’t, I’d happily stand on my head! Paraphrasing Al “I played high school football” Bundy, “I still play softball!” I COULD still stand on my head if needed.
Have a blessed day, I’m gonna, inspitea the every day trials/tribulations – I embrace life wholeheartedly.
Love, Victurd.
Last blog thingy I did was basically in jest. Sure, life hands us the ‘downs’, it’s seemingly how one reacts to that – and I kinda-sorta with tongue in cheek, mebbe kinda-sorta periodically not with tongue in cheek wrote - and – lovingly received the following guidance: “you need a hobby”… and… “Find the joy in life, and embrace it.”
So, again, I blog to myself, hitchhikers welcome… a brief diddy on why I DO love life.
I love motion. Mine. Others. Athletes. Animals. Regular people, not so regular people. Old folks, young folks.
I love emotion. Many, many an occasion I get choked up over something perty cool. Usedta bug me – no more. I have come to recognize “feel good” is way OK, and if includes tearing up, momentarily being unable to talk: far out.
I love devotion. Sure, religion, but moreso – family. Loved ones. Coworkers. Bosses. Favorite athletic teams. Child, children.
I am in awe of the wisdom of some folks, especially my elders. Once admittedly hardheaded – now I’m all ears in listening to advice, suggestion. Life, in and of itself, is a learning thing – yet I’m so thankful for the many that have ‘educated me’ in the various aspects of life. Some by example, some by suggestion. Some, simply by opting not to do something "agin’ their morals."
I love laughter. Some may say “too light”, nomme. “Fun” should be “work”. Out with friends, buddies, playing softball, the smiles should way overtake dead seriousness (whilst still staying on task, staying “in the game”, etc.)
Sure, I miss romance – but I drive on the highway of belief “I’ve yet to be in the most wonderful relationship I’ve ever been in.” If for some reason that doesn’t happen, I don’t worry because I’ve “made” some wonderful “folds” above either side of my mouth/nose, from having/leading a smiley life.
I love “beliefs”. Older I get, quicker I am to yap, speak my peace if I see/hear the contrary. Set in my ways? Mebbe. I prefer to think of it as convictions. Like, the good treatment of people, animals. I would not hesitate to let a higher up (or fellow worker) know “I thought you treated that person really poorly.” I firmly believe, right is right.
I love passion. About whatever. Facebook is full of passion. It’s a springboard for it. May not always agree, but I respect all folks for their passion about whatever it is they are passionite about. Religion. Politics. Even Farmville.
I love to eat, drink, breathe, laugh, play, hear stories, tell stories, see reactions, react. I love all folks, no matter the dollar (or lack thereof) in their pocket, their position (or lack thereof), their religious beliefs (or non-belief), their color, their homeland, their whatever.
Embrace is/was a wonderful suggestion. If only only folks knew how much I do so embrace life.
Honest, the corners of my mouth are virtually pointed upward 24/7. In the rare moments they ain’t, I’d happily stand on my head! Paraphrasing Al “I played high school football” Bundy, “I still play softball!” I COULD still stand on my head if needed.
Have a blessed day, I’m gonna, inspitea the every day trials/tribulations – I embrace life wholeheartedly.
Love, Victurd.
Oh Lord I’m bored……
Wish I were somewhere sunny, glass’a wine and a honey..
Hurry up 3pm, Chiefs gotta win….Can’t wait all day, Understand it’s a sin, to wish time away
In the frozen tundra we sit, Facebook rather boring this morning… stuck without wit, amidst winter mourning…
The pessimist complains about the wind, the optimist expects it to change, adjusts the sails. (Ill bitch where and when, from this tundra range, kma, my aches and my ails.)
It’s better to be an optimist who is sometimes wrong, than a pessimist who is always right…. (Bite me sonny I say all along, it’s you it’s you it’s you, who’s starting this fight…)
(Emily Dickinson) “We turn not older with years but newer every day.” (Bite me woman, that’s not what my mirror’s got to say.)
A pessimist sees only the dark side of the clouds, and mopes; a philosopher sees both sides, and shrugs; an optimist doesn't see the clouds at all - he's walking on them. … (Then come’ on let’s go, wit’ my buddy the pilot O’dowds.. Will take some plane rides, give you some hugs, let you out to walk on the clouds, ha ha, ahem.)
(JFK)… When you have seven percent unemployed, you have ninety-three percent working.. (and the 7% stealing, on welfare, robbing, looting and lurking)
Ok, just kidding, happy today. Brrrrrr, tis cold, I wish that away.
Blower fan out on car, seems it’s always a fight……. Now see why named, checkenginelight?
Red rover red rover, send Victor right over……….. Ah, thanks but no thanks, gonna go roll back over.. Start day again, I hope with a grin. Enjoy ‘funnin’ bout anti and bad… know though, makes others sad.
Lest I gest… and know this blog ain’t the best. Time on my hands, ice on my windshield. Sorry for bein’ grumpy – really should yield.
I’m positive I’m positive beyond a reasonable doubt… sometimes just come here, to let the grump out.
Ok, I’ll try to end a little more postive….
I love my dentist’s office, it’s the one place that wants me to open my mouth.
Three out of two people have trouble with fractions.
Enjoy the moment. Goody goody gumdrops.
I’m a guy. Emotional sensitivity is an alien concept.
Ok, sorry, going to roll back over. Damn it’s cold. Rich, divorced, fitty-something blonde…. Call me… 867-5309
Love, Victurd.
Wish I were somewhere sunny, glass’a wine and a honey..
Hurry up 3pm, Chiefs gotta win….Can’t wait all day, Understand it’s a sin, to wish time away
In the frozen tundra we sit, Facebook rather boring this morning… stuck without wit, amidst winter mourning…
The pessimist complains about the wind, the optimist expects it to change, adjusts the sails. (Ill bitch where and when, from this tundra range, kma, my aches and my ails.)
It’s better to be an optimist who is sometimes wrong, than a pessimist who is always right…. (Bite me sonny I say all along, it’s you it’s you it’s you, who’s starting this fight…)
(Emily Dickinson) “We turn not older with years but newer every day.” (Bite me woman, that’s not what my mirror’s got to say.)
A pessimist sees only the dark side of the clouds, and mopes; a philosopher sees both sides, and shrugs; an optimist doesn't see the clouds at all - he's walking on them. … (Then come’ on let’s go, wit’ my buddy the pilot O’dowds.. Will take some plane rides, give you some hugs, let you out to walk on the clouds, ha ha, ahem.)
(JFK)… When you have seven percent unemployed, you have ninety-three percent working.. (and the 7% stealing, on welfare, robbing, looting and lurking)
Ok, just kidding, happy today. Brrrrrr, tis cold, I wish that away.
Blower fan out on car, seems it’s always a fight……. Now see why named, checkenginelight?
Red rover red rover, send Victor right over……….. Ah, thanks but no thanks, gonna go roll back over.. Start day again, I hope with a grin. Enjoy ‘funnin’ bout anti and bad… know though, makes others sad.
Lest I gest… and know this blog ain’t the best. Time on my hands, ice on my windshield. Sorry for bein’ grumpy – really should yield.
I’m positive I’m positive beyond a reasonable doubt… sometimes just come here, to let the grump out.
Ok, I’ll try to end a little more postive….
I love my dentist’s office, it’s the one place that wants me to open my mouth.
Three out of two people have trouble with fractions.
Enjoy the moment. Goody goody gumdrops.
I’m a guy. Emotional sensitivity is an alien concept.
Ok, sorry, going to roll back over. Damn it’s cold. Rich, divorced, fitty-something blonde…. Call me… 867-5309
Love, Victurd.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
If I said you had a beautiful body would you hold it against me... (or.. ALL stolen..didn't entendre too.. but, need some fun sometimes!)
What did Bill Gates’ wife learn to her horror on their wedding night? Where he got the name “Micro soft.”
I hate alcohol. I can’t stand drinking—I keep falling down.
In the land of pencils, Number 2 is Number One.
“Turn left here.”
“Right here?”
“No left.”
“I mean, ‘Left here?’”
“Right.”
Me working at store: Do you want me to put that in a bag?
Female customer: Yes please.
Me: Do you want a regular sized one or a huge one?
Customer: I want a huge one, do you have a huge one?
Me: Oh, I've got a huge one alright.
Ambidextrous…. turn a pirouette….. retrace one's steps
I used to be Snow White, but I drifted
A boy answers the phone. The caller asks, "Where are your parents?"
"They ain't here!"
"Come on, son. Where's your grammar?"
"My gramma ain't here neither. She's gone to church!"
The Biggest Loser…
A cunning linguist….
"What is the difference between ignorance and apathy?" "I don't know and I don't care".
Ted Walsh - Horse Racing Commentator - "This is really a lovely horse. I once rode her mother."
Harry Carpenter at the Oxford-Cambridge boat race 1977 - "Ah, isn't that nice. The wife of the Cambridge President is kissing the Cox of the Oxford crew."
Steve Ryder covering the US Masters: "Ballesteros felt much better today after a 69 yesterday."
Mike Hallett discussing missed snooker shots on Sky Sports: "Stephen Hendry jumps on Steve Davis's misses every chance he gets."
Pat Glenn, weightlifting commentator - "And this is Gregoriava from Bulgaria. I saw her snatch this morning and it was amazing!"
Some people add "in bed" to the ends of the sayings in fortune cookies, giving them sexual connotations (e.g., "You will have a happy, prosperous life...in bed.").
"My inbox cannot take your projection"
"Leave my inbox alone!"
"Man who run in front of car get tired"
"Man who run behind car get exhausted"
"Virginity like bubble. One prick - all gone!"
"Man who farts in church sits in own pew."
"Man who fight with wife all day, get no piece at night!"
"Man who walk through airport turnstile sideways going to Bangkok"
Kids in the back seat of cars cause accidents - accidents in the back seat of cars cause kids.
Woman who fly plane upside down have crack up.
Man with four balls can't walk
I can't leave her behind alone.
Everyone has a photographic memory. Some don’t have film.
I wished the buck stopped here as I could use a few.
Nobody goes there anymore. It’s too crowded.
Its no coincidence that man’s best friend can’t talk.
Isn’t it ironic how,364 days of the year, taking candy from strangers is discouraged, yet on Halloween, it’s encouraged???
One bright morning…
in the middle of the night,
two dead boys came out to fight.
they stood back to back
and faced each other
drew their swords
and shot each other.
the deaf policeman heard the noise
and came to kill
those two dead boys.
If u dont believe my story
its true ask the blind man he saw it too!
Happy day, Victurd.
I hate alcohol. I can’t stand drinking—I keep falling down.
In the land of pencils, Number 2 is Number One.
“Turn left here.”
“Right here?”
“No left.”
“I mean, ‘Left here?’”
“Right.”
Me working at store: Do you want me to put that in a bag?
Female customer: Yes please.
Me: Do you want a regular sized one or a huge one?
Customer: I want a huge one, do you have a huge one?
Me: Oh, I've got a huge one alright.
Ambidextrous…. turn a pirouette….. retrace one's steps
I used to be Snow White, but I drifted
A boy answers the phone. The caller asks, "Where are your parents?"
"They ain't here!"
"Come on, son. Where's your grammar?"
"My gramma ain't here neither. She's gone to church!"
The Biggest Loser…
A cunning linguist….
"What is the difference between ignorance and apathy?" "I don't know and I don't care".
Ted Walsh - Horse Racing Commentator - "This is really a lovely horse. I once rode her mother."
Harry Carpenter at the Oxford-Cambridge boat race 1977 - "Ah, isn't that nice. The wife of the Cambridge President is kissing the Cox of the Oxford crew."
Steve Ryder covering the US Masters: "Ballesteros felt much better today after a 69 yesterday."
Mike Hallett discussing missed snooker shots on Sky Sports: "Stephen Hendry jumps on Steve Davis's misses every chance he gets."
Pat Glenn, weightlifting commentator - "And this is Gregoriava from Bulgaria. I saw her snatch this morning and it was amazing!"
Some people add "in bed" to the ends of the sayings in fortune cookies, giving them sexual connotations (e.g., "You will have a happy, prosperous life...in bed.").
"My inbox cannot take your projection"
"Leave my inbox alone!"
"Man who run in front of car get tired"
"Man who run behind car get exhausted"
"Virginity like bubble. One prick - all gone!"
"Man who farts in church sits in own pew."
"Man who fight with wife all day, get no piece at night!"
"Man who walk through airport turnstile sideways going to Bangkok"
Kids in the back seat of cars cause accidents - accidents in the back seat of cars cause kids.
Woman who fly plane upside down have crack up.
Man with four balls can't walk
I can't leave her behind alone.
Everyone has a photographic memory. Some don’t have film.
I wished the buck stopped here as I could use a few.
Nobody goes there anymore. It’s too crowded.
Its no coincidence that man’s best friend can’t talk.
Isn’t it ironic how,364 days of the year, taking candy from strangers is discouraged, yet on Halloween, it’s encouraged???
One bright morning…
in the middle of the night,
two dead boys came out to fight.
they stood back to back
and faced each other
drew their swords
and shot each other.
the deaf policeman heard the noise
and came to kill
those two dead boys.
If u dont believe my story
its true ask the blind man he saw it too!
Happy day, Victurd.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Unread/Deleted….
The times, they’re a changin’. Back in the day of singledom, u simply passed a note in the hallway. Looked their tele up in the phone book, called. Today, for old farts, it’s online dating sites. Still takes some gumption to make that initial leap – but, semi easy to do so from home, infronta the monitor.
So I leaped. Seen’a perty one (to me). Liked what she had to say in her ‘introduction’. A year older was she, but what the hey, who cares. I leaped. Wrote. Clicked, send.
Fitteen minutes later. “Has she read it yet?”.. “Dunno – go check.”….. Gulp. “Unread/deleted.” Damnit darnit. Shouldn’t, but it does things to your confidence… draws a little anger, shouldn’t. Then, the reactions turn to “ok… what’s wrong with me?”…
Then, finally, laughter. Like, u know, that probably saved me buying dinner, two drinks and dessert. Whew. (And to be fair – I’ve been on the receiving end, someone writes – and “it just ain’t there”… so… no… I don’t “unread/delete” I just simply don’t reply. I’ve made it thru, hopefully they will as well.
Then, I go and do something stupid like the below. Challenge ya to try it, list yours sometime. It’s vely therapuetic.
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things
My nuclear family. My son (and stepson.) My extended family, nieces, cousins, 2nd cousins, etc.. My ex’s. (Shocked? Nah, don’t be… MANY a good year, good time. Like enjoying a movie, but mebbe not specifically the ending.)
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things
Peanut butter sandwich. Burnt ends. Strawberries. Pecan pie. Breakfast, any. Coffee. Dogs, cats. Cats, dogs (to be fair.). School. College. Playing little league. Coaching little league. Softball. Buddies. Banter. Beer. Money.
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things
People watching. A smile. Seeing love between two. A hug, both watching, and being amidst of. The airport. My work now. My coworkers. Facebook. Blogging. Cousin Jeannie’s Mill (words ain’t gonna explain it.).. 449 Miller. William Jewell. The City Park. The Dish.
Carson. Letterman. Andy/Barney. Frazier. Cosby. Al, I played High School Football. Elisabeth Shue. Sarah Jessica Parker. Katherine Ross. George Brett. Bobby Bell. Buck Buchanan. Buck O’Neil. Seinfeld. George Costanza.
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
The Stones. Huey Lewis. Queen. John, Paul, George, Ringo. Ray Charles. Louie Armstrong. Van Morrison. Forrest Gump. Ferris Buehler. Butch/Sundance. Anything with Nicholson.
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
Staying up late. Going to bed early. Being home. Getting away from home. Dark. Light. Email. Comfort. Warmth. Snow, from indoors. A creek, a lake, a river, an ocean. A motel away. My waterbed. Home. Hometown.
And now I don’t feeeeeeeeeeeeel, so bad.
Love, Victurd
So I leaped. Seen’a perty one (to me). Liked what she had to say in her ‘introduction’. A year older was she, but what the hey, who cares. I leaped. Wrote. Clicked, send.
Fitteen minutes later. “Has she read it yet?”.. “Dunno – go check.”….. Gulp. “Unread/deleted.” Damnit darnit. Shouldn’t, but it does things to your confidence… draws a little anger, shouldn’t. Then, the reactions turn to “ok… what’s wrong with me?”…
Then, finally, laughter. Like, u know, that probably saved me buying dinner, two drinks and dessert. Whew. (And to be fair – I’ve been on the receiving end, someone writes – and “it just ain’t there”… so… no… I don’t “unread/delete” I just simply don’t reply. I’ve made it thru, hopefully they will as well.
Then, I go and do something stupid like the below. Challenge ya to try it, list yours sometime. It’s vely therapuetic.
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things
My nuclear family. My son (and stepson.) My extended family, nieces, cousins, 2nd cousins, etc.. My ex’s. (Shocked? Nah, don’t be… MANY a good year, good time. Like enjoying a movie, but mebbe not specifically the ending.)
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things
Peanut butter sandwich. Burnt ends. Strawberries. Pecan pie. Breakfast, any. Coffee. Dogs, cats. Cats, dogs (to be fair.). School. College. Playing little league. Coaching little league. Softball. Buddies. Banter. Beer. Money.
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things
People watching. A smile. Seeing love between two. A hug, both watching, and being amidst of. The airport. My work now. My coworkers. Facebook. Blogging. Cousin Jeannie’s Mill (words ain’t gonna explain it.).. 449 Miller. William Jewell. The City Park. The Dish.
Carson. Letterman. Andy/Barney. Frazier. Cosby. Al, I played High School Football. Elisabeth Shue. Sarah Jessica Parker. Katherine Ross. George Brett. Bobby Bell. Buck Buchanan. Buck O’Neil. Seinfeld. George Costanza.
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
The Stones. Huey Lewis. Queen. John, Paul, George, Ringo. Ray Charles. Louie Armstrong. Van Morrison. Forrest Gump. Ferris Buehler. Butch/Sundance. Anything with Nicholson.
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad
Staying up late. Going to bed early. Being home. Getting away from home. Dark. Light. Email. Comfort. Warmth. Snow, from indoors. A creek, a lake, a river, an ocean. A motel away. My waterbed. Home. Hometown.
And now I don’t feeeeeeeeeeeeel, so bad.
Love, Victurd
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
I get sad when I see….
Those that played such HUGE roles in my life – and now I can’t touch them.
Our company moves Military members goods allover the planet. Upon occasion, I’ll open a shipment and see “Bluebark” (deceased).. I thank God for what they’ve done for you/me, yet, am very saddened, and brought back to reality.
And think back to strong relationships from yesteryear – and wonder why we’ve allowed them to lessen.
Humans struggling with everyday things. Grocery. Walking. Communicating.
A loose dog next to 65 MPH traffic.
A family quarrel, the longterm effects thereof, when it should be so much about loving, no matter inlaw/outlaw.
Broken hearts…
Homeless…
Tears…
People that don’t enjoy life…
Those dealing with afflictions…
Those who’ve led such at wonderful, wonderful life, but at their now age, it’s forgotten.
Sheltered folks. Vibrant once, stuck inside now.
People abused, particularly, their reactions thereof.
Ill children.
Prejudice… be it racial, social class, gender, ethnicity, age, disability, political belief, religion, sexual orientation, personal characteristics.
Troubled folks, and no idea how to help them, what to say, do.
Death. Divorce. Disability. Unemployment.
Anger, rage, and inability to deal with normalcy of the day.
Folks that have trouble using the word love.
Folks that have difficulty smiling.
Honest, I’m happy mosta the time, but there are times I wish I had a magic wand. Love, Victurd.
Our company moves Military members goods allover the planet. Upon occasion, I’ll open a shipment and see “Bluebark” (deceased).. I thank God for what they’ve done for you/me, yet, am very saddened, and brought back to reality.
And think back to strong relationships from yesteryear – and wonder why we’ve allowed them to lessen.
Humans struggling with everyday things. Grocery. Walking. Communicating.
A loose dog next to 65 MPH traffic.
A family quarrel, the longterm effects thereof, when it should be so much about loving, no matter inlaw/outlaw.
Broken hearts…
Homeless…
Tears…
People that don’t enjoy life…
Those dealing with afflictions…
Those who’ve led such at wonderful, wonderful life, but at their now age, it’s forgotten.
Sheltered folks. Vibrant once, stuck inside now.
People abused, particularly, their reactions thereof.
Ill children.
Prejudice… be it racial, social class, gender, ethnicity, age, disability, political belief, religion, sexual orientation, personal characteristics.
Troubled folks, and no idea how to help them, what to say, do.
Death. Divorce. Disability. Unemployment.
Anger, rage, and inability to deal with normalcy of the day.
Folks that have trouble using the word love.
Folks that have difficulty smiling.
Honest, I’m happy mosta the time, but there are times I wish I had a magic wand. Love, Victurd.
Time has come today....
Time has come today
Young hearts can go their way
Can't put it off another day
I don't care what others say
They say we don't listen anyway
Time has come today – Time
Seems like just yesterday I was at the City Park, proudly wearing my “Junior Sheriffs” little league uniform… then…recently.. I was standing in line at Mickey D’s.. ordered “Sausage Biscuit and a black coffee”.. and heard back “YESSIR, one Sausage Biscuit and one Senior Coffee coming right up.”.. Damnit, where did it go?
Oh
The rules have changed today -Hey
I have no place to stay - Hey
I'm thinking about the subway - Hey
My love has flown away - Hey
My tears have come and gone - Hey
Oh my Lord, I have to roam - Hey
I have no home - Hey
I have no home - Hey
I do/did have a place to stay – but awhile back, when “S” hit the fan in marriage – she’d temporarily moved in with her sister. Son, prolly 16, was over visiting her. They’d placed a trash bag out in the garage. Apparently, there was a cig still lit that was in the bag – .. hour or so later, yes, “FIRE!.. VICTOR!! FIRE!!!”…….. Oh shit. Wanted to go over, didn’t. Begged the question “EVERYONE OK?”.. “Yes, we’re fine… there’s a lot, I mean A LOT of damage to the house… and the Caddy (Still fairly new, hand me down from her folks), well, it’s totaled.. but physically we’re all fine.”
Few days went by… hadn’t seen her.. Was dropping son off for another visit, she came out to car. Humongous, I’m talkin’ like ‘16 year old’ humongous “hickey” on her neck. I couldn’t help it. “I thought you said no one got burnt in the fire?!”… hehe…. (I abhor, ABHOR conceitedness… but for that special moment, I loved me!)…
The message – time. That was 9 years ago. The hell does it go?
Now the time has come - Time
There's no place to run - Time
I might get burned up by the sun - Time
But I had my fun - Time
I've been loved and put aside - Time
I've been crushed by the tumbling tide - Time
And my soul has been psychedelicized - Time
I’ve had my fun. I have. I hope to continue to have my fun. Victor, you have a tendency to repeat stories, ahem… talk about “time”..
Time does strange things to the body. There’s a lady that works in the local Piggly Wiggly.. many a year ago, me 17-ish, she 30-ish.. I had a mad, mad crush on this “cougar’. I envisioned myself riding with her off into the sunset for a lifetime of beauty, edjumacating me about life – and having the splendor of staring at her all friggin’ day, every day. Woah. Today, not a good thing. Time. Wow.
Time
Now the time has come - Time
There are things to realize - Time
Time has come today - Time
Time has come today – Time
Then, others… for instance, the 40 year HS Class Reunion. Basta’s ain’t changed a lick.. Look THE SAME as they did back in the day. Time, on their side so to speak. Hate ‘em! (jk)
- Time- Time – Time – Time – Time – Time - Time – Time – Time – Time - Time
Oh
Now the time has come - Time
There's no place to run - Time
I might get burned up by the sun - Time
But I had my fun - Time
I've been loved and put aside - Time
I've been crushed by tumbling tide - Time
And my soul has been psychedelicized – Time
I loved, and deeply miss Buck O’Neill. If you don’t know who Buck is, he played baseball in the days prior to the Major Leagues acceptance of blacks in the league. A man of unmistakable dignity – ALWAYS adorned with a wonderful, , affectionate, peaceful, genuine, mile-wide smile. Bitter? Denied opportunities? Nope. In fact, he wrote a book entitled “I Was Right On Time.”
Time
Now the time has come - Time
There are things to realize - Time
Time has come today - Time
Time has come today - Time
Time – Time – Time - Time
Yeah
Time – it flies. Times, they change. I’m thankful for the era I grew up in. I think it’d be rather tough to be a child today. I ain’t in no hurry for time to end – but just glad I ain’t starting anew.
Gotta email from a coworker yesterday about the differences of this time, and that time…. You mighta seen it.. dunno.. anyways, sharing it(Just below)……… as always, have a great time.. Love, Victurd
Scenario 1:
Jack goes quail hunting before school and then pulls into the school parking lot with his shotgun in his truck's gun rack.
1957 - Vice Principal comes over, looks at Jack's shotgun, goes to his car and gets his shotgun to show Jack.
2010 - School goes into lock down, FBI called, Jack hauled off to jail and never sees his truck or gun again. Counselors called in for traumatized students and teachers.
Scenario 2:
Buster and Dale get into a fist fight after school.
1957 - Crowd gathers. Buster wins. Buster and Dale shake hands and
end up buddies.
2010 - Police called and SWAT team arrives -- they arrest both Buster and Dale. They are both charged them with assault and both expelled even though Buster started it.
Scenario 3:
Jeffrey will not be still in class, he disrupts other students.
1957 - Jeffrey sent to the Principal's office and given a good paddling by the Principal. He then returns to class, sits still and does not disrupt class again.
2010 - Jeffrey is given huge doses of Ritalin. He becomes a zombie. He is then tested for ADD. The family gets extra money (SSI) from the government because Jeffrey has a disability.
Scenario 4:
Billy breaks a window in his neighbor's car and his Dad gives him a whipping with his belt.
1957 - Billy is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to college and becomes
a successful businessman.
2010 - Billy's dad is arrested for child abuse. Billy is removed to foster care and joins a gang. The state psychologist is told by Billy's sister that she remembers being abused herself and their dad goes to prison. Billy's mom has an affair with the psychologist.
Scenario 5:
Mark gets a headache and takes some aspirin to school..
1957 - Mark shares his aspirin with the Principal out on the smoking dock
2010 - The police are called and Mark is expelled from school for drug violations. His car is then searched for drugs and weapons.
Scenario 6:
Johnny takes apart leftover firecrackers from the Fourth of July, puts
them in a model airplane paint bottle and blows up a red ant bed.
1957 - Ants die.
2010 - ATF, Homeland Security and the FBI are all called. Johnny is charged with domestic terrorism. The FBI investigates his parents -- and all siblings are removed from their home and all computers are confiscated. Johnny's dad is placed on a terror watch list and is never allowed to fly again.
Scenario 7:
Johnny falls while running during recess and scrapes his knee He is found
crying by his teacher, Mary. Mary hugs him to comfort him.
1957 - In a short time, Johnny feels better and goes on playing.
2010 - Mary is accused of being a sexual predator and loses her job. She faces 3 years in State Prison. Johnny undergoes 5 years of therapy..
Young hearts can go their way
Can't put it off another day
I don't care what others say
They say we don't listen anyway
Time has come today – Time
Seems like just yesterday I was at the City Park, proudly wearing my “Junior Sheriffs” little league uniform… then…recently.. I was standing in line at Mickey D’s.. ordered “Sausage Biscuit and a black coffee”.. and heard back “YESSIR, one Sausage Biscuit and one Senior Coffee coming right up.”.. Damnit, where did it go?
Oh
The rules have changed today -Hey
I have no place to stay - Hey
I'm thinking about the subway - Hey
My love has flown away - Hey
My tears have come and gone - Hey
Oh my Lord, I have to roam - Hey
I have no home - Hey
I have no home - Hey
I do/did have a place to stay – but awhile back, when “S” hit the fan in marriage – she’d temporarily moved in with her sister. Son, prolly 16, was over visiting her. They’d placed a trash bag out in the garage. Apparently, there was a cig still lit that was in the bag – .. hour or so later, yes, “FIRE!.. VICTOR!! FIRE!!!”…….. Oh shit. Wanted to go over, didn’t. Begged the question “EVERYONE OK?”.. “Yes, we’re fine… there’s a lot, I mean A LOT of damage to the house… and the Caddy (Still fairly new, hand me down from her folks), well, it’s totaled.. but physically we’re all fine.”
Few days went by… hadn’t seen her.. Was dropping son off for another visit, she came out to car. Humongous, I’m talkin’ like ‘16 year old’ humongous “hickey” on her neck. I couldn’t help it. “I thought you said no one got burnt in the fire?!”… hehe…. (I abhor, ABHOR conceitedness… but for that special moment, I loved me!)…
The message – time. That was 9 years ago. The hell does it go?
Now the time has come - Time
There's no place to run - Time
I might get burned up by the sun - Time
But I had my fun - Time
I've been loved and put aside - Time
I've been crushed by the tumbling tide - Time
And my soul has been psychedelicized - Time
I’ve had my fun. I have. I hope to continue to have my fun. Victor, you have a tendency to repeat stories, ahem… talk about “time”..
Time does strange things to the body. There’s a lady that works in the local Piggly Wiggly.. many a year ago, me 17-ish, she 30-ish.. I had a mad, mad crush on this “cougar’. I envisioned myself riding with her off into the sunset for a lifetime of beauty, edjumacating me about life – and having the splendor of staring at her all friggin’ day, every day. Woah. Today, not a good thing. Time. Wow.
Time
Now the time has come - Time
There are things to realize - Time
Time has come today - Time
Time has come today – Time
Then, others… for instance, the 40 year HS Class Reunion. Basta’s ain’t changed a lick.. Look THE SAME as they did back in the day. Time, on their side so to speak. Hate ‘em! (jk)
- Time- Time – Time – Time – Time – Time - Time – Time – Time – Time - Time
Oh
Now the time has come - Time
There's no place to run - Time
I might get burned up by the sun - Time
But I had my fun - Time
I've been loved and put aside - Time
I've been crushed by tumbling tide - Time
And my soul has been psychedelicized – Time
I loved, and deeply miss Buck O’Neill. If you don’t know who Buck is, he played baseball in the days prior to the Major Leagues acceptance of blacks in the league. A man of unmistakable dignity – ALWAYS adorned with a wonderful, , affectionate, peaceful, genuine, mile-wide smile. Bitter? Denied opportunities? Nope. In fact, he wrote a book entitled “I Was Right On Time.”
Time
Now the time has come - Time
There are things to realize - Time
Time has come today - Time
Time has come today - Time
Time – Time – Time - Time
Yeah
Time – it flies. Times, they change. I’m thankful for the era I grew up in. I think it’d be rather tough to be a child today. I ain’t in no hurry for time to end – but just glad I ain’t starting anew.
Gotta email from a coworker yesterday about the differences of this time, and that time…. You mighta seen it.. dunno.. anyways, sharing it(Just below)……… as always, have a great time.. Love, Victurd
Scenario 1:
Jack goes quail hunting before school and then pulls into the school parking lot with his shotgun in his truck's gun rack.
1957 - Vice Principal comes over, looks at Jack's shotgun, goes to his car and gets his shotgun to show Jack.
2010 - School goes into lock down, FBI called, Jack hauled off to jail and never sees his truck or gun again. Counselors called in for traumatized students and teachers.
Scenario 2:
Buster and Dale get into a fist fight after school.
1957 - Crowd gathers. Buster wins. Buster and Dale shake hands and
end up buddies.
2010 - Police called and SWAT team arrives -- they arrest both Buster and Dale. They are both charged them with assault and both expelled even though Buster started it.
Scenario 3:
Jeffrey will not be still in class, he disrupts other students.
1957 - Jeffrey sent to the Principal's office and given a good paddling by the Principal. He then returns to class, sits still and does not disrupt class again.
2010 - Jeffrey is given huge doses of Ritalin. He becomes a zombie. He is then tested for ADD. The family gets extra money (SSI) from the government because Jeffrey has a disability.
Scenario 4:
Billy breaks a window in his neighbor's car and his Dad gives him a whipping with his belt.
1957 - Billy is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to college and becomes
a successful businessman.
2010 - Billy's dad is arrested for child abuse. Billy is removed to foster care and joins a gang. The state psychologist is told by Billy's sister that she remembers being abused herself and their dad goes to prison. Billy's mom has an affair with the psychologist.
Scenario 5:
Mark gets a headache and takes some aspirin to school..
1957 - Mark shares his aspirin with the Principal out on the smoking dock
2010 - The police are called and Mark is expelled from school for drug violations. His car is then searched for drugs and weapons.
Scenario 6:
Johnny takes apart leftover firecrackers from the Fourth of July, puts
them in a model airplane paint bottle and blows up a red ant bed.
1957 - Ants die.
2010 - ATF, Homeland Security and the FBI are all called. Johnny is charged with domestic terrorism. The FBI investigates his parents -- and all siblings are removed from their home and all computers are confiscated. Johnny's dad is placed on a terror watch list and is never allowed to fly again.
Scenario 7:
Johnny falls while running during recess and scrapes his knee He is found
crying by his teacher, Mary. Mary hugs him to comfort him.
1957 - In a short time, Johnny feels better and goes on playing.
2010 - Mary is accused of being a sexual predator and loses her job. She faces 3 years in State Prison. Johnny undergoes 5 years of therapy..
Sunday, November 07, 2010
From the mouths of babes…….
On the first day of school, the Kindergarten teacher said, "If anyone has to go to the bathroom, hold up two fingers." A little voice from the back of the room asked, "How will that help?"
The mouth. Maybe the most miraculous ‘invention’ ever. Eating. Drinking. Breathing. Communicating. Sucking. Facial expression. Secondary sexual function, you know, like kissing. Ok, let’s stop there for now…. perverts.
A Sunday school class was studying the Ten Commandments. They were ready to discuss the last one. The teacher asked if anyone could tell her what it was. Susie raised her hand, stood tall, and quoted, "Thou shall not take the covers off thy neighbor's wife."
A bore is a person who opens his mouth and puts his feats in it. (Henry Ford).. Always do sober what you said you’d do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut. (Charles Scribner, Jr)… Don’t let your mouth write a check that your tail can’t cash. (Bo Diddley)..
A new neighbor asked the little girl next door if she had any brothers and sisters. She replied, "No, I'm the lonely child."
We’re educated by the mouths of others.. we train the mouths of our own children.. We’d be helpless without our mouths in our daily quest to communicate, coexist, compromise, speak our peace, laugh, love.
A three-year-old went with his dad to see a litter of kittens. On returning home, he breathlessly informed his mother there were two boy kittens and two girl kittens. "How did you know?" his mother asked. "Daddy picked them up and looked underneath," he replied. "I think it's printed on the bottom."
From our mouths come impact. “Ask not what our Country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.” (JFK). "Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Walk beside me and be my friend" (Albert Camus) “"Pardonnez-moi, monsieur," (Marie Antoinette, a polite apology she uttered as she stepped on the executioners toes before she was beheaded.) “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
Another three-year old put his shoes on by himself. His mother noticed the left was on the right foot. She said, "Son, your shoes are on the wrong feet." He looked up at her with a raised brow and said, "Don't kid me, Mom. I KNOW they're my feet."
If A equals success, then the formula is A equals X plus Y and Z, with X being work, Y play, and Z keeping your mouth shut. (Einstein.) It’s better to keep your mouth shut and be thought a fool than to open it and remove all doubt. (Twain). A foolish man tells a woman to stop talking, but a wise man tells her that her mouth is extremely beautiful when her lips are closed.
"Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough”…… "No person really decides before they grow up who they're going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you're stuck with."… "Tell your wife that she looks pretty even if she looks like a truck."
I’ve “fer sure” opened my big mouth and said things I regret. Once outta mouth, ya can’t bring it back. I’ve also heard some wonderful things from the mouths of others.. And, thankfully, I believe I’ve said some wonderful things upon occasion to others. Without our mouths – fostering love would be greatly more difficult.
From my beloved 6 year old neighbor, whom had a slight lisp. As we sat down to enjoy our picnic lunch “Can I shit with you guys?”..
I can’t believe I’m quoting a Chickenhawk. Am though. Today’s paper. Yesterday, KU’s football team had their greatest comeback of alltime. 30-some points in the 4th quarter. At halftime, head coach Turner Gill mouthed/emphasized “relentless.” After the game, Gill espoused “Sometimes, words trigger something in people’s minds.”
Watch your mouth. Cover your mouth when coughing/sneezing. Zip it. “Or we’ll wash it out with soap.” He/she’s mouthy.
No fancy words of wisdom for which to end. Just writing (again please remember) to me. Use your mouth wisely. Let it smile at others each and every time you see them. Think for several seconds before ever, ever responding. Don’t fear tossing out the word ‘love’, it’s very much a feel good. Know when enuff is enuff.
Enuff. Love, Victurd.
The mouth. Maybe the most miraculous ‘invention’ ever. Eating. Drinking. Breathing. Communicating. Sucking. Facial expression. Secondary sexual function, you know, like kissing. Ok, let’s stop there for now…. perverts.
A Sunday school class was studying the Ten Commandments. They were ready to discuss the last one. The teacher asked if anyone could tell her what it was. Susie raised her hand, stood tall, and quoted, "Thou shall not take the covers off thy neighbor's wife."
A bore is a person who opens his mouth and puts his feats in it. (Henry Ford).. Always do sober what you said you’d do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut. (Charles Scribner, Jr)… Don’t let your mouth write a check that your tail can’t cash. (Bo Diddley)..
A new neighbor asked the little girl next door if she had any brothers and sisters. She replied, "No, I'm the lonely child."
We’re educated by the mouths of others.. we train the mouths of our own children.. We’d be helpless without our mouths in our daily quest to communicate, coexist, compromise, speak our peace, laugh, love.
A three-year-old went with his dad to see a litter of kittens. On returning home, he breathlessly informed his mother there were two boy kittens and two girl kittens. "How did you know?" his mother asked. "Daddy picked them up and looked underneath," he replied. "I think it's printed on the bottom."
From our mouths come impact. “Ask not what our Country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.” (JFK). "Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Walk beside me and be my friend" (Albert Camus) “"Pardonnez-moi, monsieur," (Marie Antoinette, a polite apology she uttered as she stepped on the executioners toes before she was beheaded.) “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”
Another three-year old put his shoes on by himself. His mother noticed the left was on the right foot. She said, "Son, your shoes are on the wrong feet." He looked up at her with a raised brow and said, "Don't kid me, Mom. I KNOW they're my feet."
If A equals success, then the formula is A equals X plus Y and Z, with X being work, Y play, and Z keeping your mouth shut. (Einstein.) It’s better to keep your mouth shut and be thought a fool than to open it and remove all doubt. (Twain). A foolish man tells a woman to stop talking, but a wise man tells her that her mouth is extremely beautiful when her lips are closed.
"Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough”…… "No person really decides before they grow up who they're going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you're stuck with."… "Tell your wife that she looks pretty even if she looks like a truck."
I’ve “fer sure” opened my big mouth and said things I regret. Once outta mouth, ya can’t bring it back. I’ve also heard some wonderful things from the mouths of others.. And, thankfully, I believe I’ve said some wonderful things upon occasion to others. Without our mouths – fostering love would be greatly more difficult.
From my beloved 6 year old neighbor, whom had a slight lisp. As we sat down to enjoy our picnic lunch “Can I shit with you guys?”..
I can’t believe I’m quoting a Chickenhawk. Am though. Today’s paper. Yesterday, KU’s football team had their greatest comeback of alltime. 30-some points in the 4th quarter. At halftime, head coach Turner Gill mouthed/emphasized “relentless.” After the game, Gill espoused “Sometimes, words trigger something in people’s minds.”
Watch your mouth. Cover your mouth when coughing/sneezing. Zip it. “Or we’ll wash it out with soap.” He/she’s mouthy.
No fancy words of wisdom for which to end. Just writing (again please remember) to me. Use your mouth wisely. Let it smile at others each and every time you see them. Think for several seconds before ever, ever responding. Don’t fear tossing out the word ‘love’, it’s very much a feel good. Know when enuff is enuff.
Enuff. Love, Victurd.
Saturday, November 06, 2010
Raise a little hell raise a little hell….
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Well…. I was (actually still am) a Sigma Nu. If you have any idea of Siga MaNu’s where I went to school you’d understand, “yes, he’s done that.” Proudly, or mebbe sheepishly, we did that. When I think back of the songs, chants we usedta sing.. I’m brought to “we really sang that?....OUT LOUD?”… yes… yes, we did. We raised a little hell, and we all lived thru it.
If you dont like what you got, why dont you change it?
If your world is all screwed up, then rearrange it?
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Ohhhhh, THE very reason I blog. To message ME. Hitchhikers welcome, but I write to myself. If only I’d get up off my duff and rearrange. Day after day ticks off, same ole same ole – and some things just ain’t perty.
If you dont like what you see, why dont you fight it?
If you know there's something wrong why dont you right it?
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
See Wrong? Of OTHERS? Oh now this one I do. I abhor ‘pretentious, belittling, condescending.’ I mouth at it. The years, the wrinkles, the observing, seeing poor results after no defense – huh uh, not now. If I see something/someone “off base” I open my trap. Sorry, do. Actually, not sorry. I kinda pride myself at times to put myself in other’s shoes and ‘hear’ them thinking “damn, I’m glad he said that, I wish I’da had the nads to have.” Color me occasional big mouth, don’t care. Right is right, silence agin is poopy.
In the end it comes down to your thinking
And there's really nobody to blame
When it feels like your ship is sinking
And you're too tired to play the game
Nobody's going to help you
You've just gotta stand up alone
And dig in your heels and see how it feels
To Raise a little Hell of your own
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Sinking? See wrong? Of me? I should raise a little hell with me? I will. Tomorrow. Next week. In the near future. Probly, mebbe. I hope. As Tuesday follows Monday, then Wednesday, etc, etc… we find ourselves in ruts – or at least I do. I’m a procrastinator from way back – and I hate that about me. I live “for the minute” and oft time, that can assist in making tomorrow suck. Tis me. I needta raise a little hell (with me). Hi rickety whoop-te-do, what’s the matter with SigaMaNu.. come on Vic, you got it in ya… somewhere.
If you dont like what you've got, why dont you change it?
If your world is all screwed up, rearrange it!
Oh ohoh
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
RAISE A LITTLE HELL! RAISE A LITTLE HELL!
So… I guess I’m deducting from this, I do raise a little hell – it just ain’t necessarily pointed in the right direction. Mebbe I’m stuck in Sigma Nu land. I did enjoy it immensely. “We’re a buncha bastards, scum of the earth… filth of creation.. gone from bad to…..” I’d better stop raising hell there…
One day, mebbe.. I…. might.. raise a little hell, raise a little hell, raise a little hell… within me. Mebbe.
Love, Victurd.
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Well…. I was (actually still am) a Sigma Nu. If you have any idea of Siga MaNu’s where I went to school you’d understand, “yes, he’s done that.” Proudly, or mebbe sheepishly, we did that. When I think back of the songs, chants we usedta sing.. I’m brought to “we really sang that?....OUT LOUD?”… yes… yes, we did. We raised a little hell, and we all lived thru it.
If you dont like what you got, why dont you change it?
If your world is all screwed up, then rearrange it?
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Ohhhhh, THE very reason I blog. To message ME. Hitchhikers welcome, but I write to myself. If only I’d get up off my duff and rearrange. Day after day ticks off, same ole same ole – and some things just ain’t perty.
If you dont like what you see, why dont you fight it?
If you know there's something wrong why dont you right it?
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
See Wrong? Of OTHERS? Oh now this one I do. I abhor ‘pretentious, belittling, condescending.’ I mouth at it. The years, the wrinkles, the observing, seeing poor results after no defense – huh uh, not now. If I see something/someone “off base” I open my trap. Sorry, do. Actually, not sorry. I kinda pride myself at times to put myself in other’s shoes and ‘hear’ them thinking “damn, I’m glad he said that, I wish I’da had the nads to have.” Color me occasional big mouth, don’t care. Right is right, silence agin is poopy.
In the end it comes down to your thinking
And there's really nobody to blame
When it feels like your ship is sinking
And you're too tired to play the game
Nobody's going to help you
You've just gotta stand up alone
And dig in your heels and see how it feels
To Raise a little Hell of your own
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Sinking? See wrong? Of me? I should raise a little hell with me? I will. Tomorrow. Next week. In the near future. Probly, mebbe. I hope. As Tuesday follows Monday, then Wednesday, etc, etc… we find ourselves in ruts – or at least I do. I’m a procrastinator from way back – and I hate that about me. I live “for the minute” and oft time, that can assist in making tomorrow suck. Tis me. I needta raise a little hell (with me). Hi rickety whoop-te-do, what’s the matter with SigaMaNu.. come on Vic, you got it in ya… somewhere.
If you dont like what you've got, why dont you change it?
If your world is all screwed up, rearrange it!
Oh ohoh
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
Raise a little hell , raise a little hell, raise a little hell!
RAISE A LITTLE HELL! RAISE A LITTLE HELL!
So… I guess I’m deducting from this, I do raise a little hell – it just ain’t necessarily pointed in the right direction. Mebbe I’m stuck in Sigma Nu land. I did enjoy it immensely. “We’re a buncha bastards, scum of the earth… filth of creation.. gone from bad to…..” I’d better stop raising hell there…
One day, mebbe.. I…. might.. raise a little hell, raise a little hell, raise a little hell… within me. Mebbe.
Love, Victurd.
Monday, November 01, 2010
Just the two of us..... Coupledom.. or lack thereof… or wish therefore….
I see the crystal raindrops fall
And the beauty of it all
when the sun comes shining through
To make those rainbows in my mind
When I think of you some time
And I want to spend some time with you
I was sitting here, lightbulb went off. Thought “whatthehell could be happening, how would things be different if I/we were “coupledom” (insteada asking one’s self when noisely awakened ‘round midnight “the HELL was that noise?”)…
We could… break bread together.. yeah, that’s cool. “You cooked last night, lemme cook tonight.” Outstanding. TWO PAYCHECKS. Hell yeah. Benefit$. Some’a your check, some’a mine. And a bit leftover. To….. mebbe go see a movie? Sure, two reviews beat the hell outta one… “Hey, you’re zipper’s down” (would never happen if I were by my lonesome.)
Just the two of us
We can make it if we try
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Building castles in the sky
Just the two of us
You and I
We look for love, no time for tears
Wasted waters's all that is
And it don't make no flowers grow
Good things might come to those who wait
Not to those who wait to late
We got to go for all we know
“You drink, I’ll drive, it’s all good.”.. Farm out… “You take (this kid) to (that place) and I’ll take (the other one) to the other place.” Nice. Works…… “No, I really don’t think that goes together… howabout that (pretty purple top/nifty brown sweater) that you’ve got?”.. Yeah, lotsa stuff TWO can do better than one.
I hear the crystal raindrops fall
On the window down the hall
And it becomes the morning dew
Darling, when the morning comes
And I see the morning sun
I want to be the one with you
CONVERSATION! Shit, how many lame ‘by yourself times” have you had since… well.. since then… Hell, would beat a cat’s meow, a dog’s bow wow… We could even text, or have each other on speed dial, email, IM. A calming voice on the other end, eh?... Your day/my day, how they each went.. nice… No more talking to one’s self in the commute, wondering half aloud “Am I crazy?”…
Just the two of us
We can make it if we try
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Building big castles way on high
Just the two of us
You and I
Just the two of us
Let's get together, baby
Just the two of usWe can make it
Just the two of us
We can make it
Just the two of us
Just the two of us we can make it
Ok, trying to thinka other reasons.. Three-legged race? YEAH! GOOD ONE.. What else?.. You know, when you got that itch, and the damn arm JUST can’t quite reach it.. YES YES YES!... Crick in the neck? Sore calves? Pups?.. Sure, extra set’a hands always helps. Her friends, your friends – sure.. Mo’ to do… Mo’ options…
Aw come on, surely there’s more things ‘coupledom’ can do? YEAH, you’re RIGHT!.. Swimming, canoeing, working out.. Pillow fight… board games.. video games.. bowling… karaoke… yoga… fondue.. plane ride.. rock concert… picnic in the park….
Ok. That’s it. Think I about summed up the ALL the things two can do versus one. Eh? Did I miss something? Leave something out? This was a quickie, you know, written in my car during my lunch hour. If you can thinka something I missed, PLEASE lemme know…….
I’ll be sitting here by the dashboard lights waiting.
Come to think of it, coupledom would/could be paradise. Just the two of us.. Love, Victurd
And the beauty of it all
when the sun comes shining through
To make those rainbows in my mind
When I think of you some time
And I want to spend some time with you
I was sitting here, lightbulb went off. Thought “whatthehell could be happening, how would things be different if I/we were “coupledom” (insteada asking one’s self when noisely awakened ‘round midnight “the HELL was that noise?”)…
We could… break bread together.. yeah, that’s cool. “You cooked last night, lemme cook tonight.” Outstanding. TWO PAYCHECKS. Hell yeah. Benefit$. Some’a your check, some’a mine. And a bit leftover. To….. mebbe go see a movie? Sure, two reviews beat the hell outta one… “Hey, you’re zipper’s down” (would never happen if I were by my lonesome.)
Just the two of us
We can make it if we try
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Building castles in the sky
Just the two of us
You and I
We look for love, no time for tears
Wasted waters's all that is
And it don't make no flowers grow
Good things might come to those who wait
Not to those who wait to late
We got to go for all we know
“You drink, I’ll drive, it’s all good.”.. Farm out… “You take (this kid) to (that place) and I’ll take (the other one) to the other place.” Nice. Works…… “No, I really don’t think that goes together… howabout that (pretty purple top/nifty brown sweater) that you’ve got?”.. Yeah, lotsa stuff TWO can do better than one.
I hear the crystal raindrops fall
On the window down the hall
And it becomes the morning dew
Darling, when the morning comes
And I see the morning sun
I want to be the one with you
CONVERSATION! Shit, how many lame ‘by yourself times” have you had since… well.. since then… Hell, would beat a cat’s meow, a dog’s bow wow… We could even text, or have each other on speed dial, email, IM. A calming voice on the other end, eh?... Your day/my day, how they each went.. nice… No more talking to one’s self in the commute, wondering half aloud “Am I crazy?”…
Just the two of us
We can make it if we try
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Building big castles way on high
Just the two of us
You and I
Just the two of us
Let's get together, baby
Just the two of usWe can make it
Just the two of us
We can make it
Just the two of us
Just the two of us we can make it
Ok, trying to thinka other reasons.. Three-legged race? YEAH! GOOD ONE.. What else?.. You know, when you got that itch, and the damn arm JUST can’t quite reach it.. YES YES YES!... Crick in the neck? Sore calves? Pups?.. Sure, extra set’a hands always helps. Her friends, your friends – sure.. Mo’ to do… Mo’ options…
Aw come on, surely there’s more things ‘coupledom’ can do? YEAH, you’re RIGHT!.. Swimming, canoeing, working out.. Pillow fight… board games.. video games.. bowling… karaoke… yoga… fondue.. plane ride.. rock concert… picnic in the park….
Ok. That’s it. Think I about summed up the ALL the things two can do versus one. Eh? Did I miss something? Leave something out? This was a quickie, you know, written in my car during my lunch hour. If you can thinka something I missed, PLEASE lemme know…….
I’ll be sitting here by the dashboard lights waiting.
Come to think of it, coupledom would/could be paradise. Just the two of us.. Love, Victurd
Thursday, October 28, 2010
A respite from writing... Sign, sign, everywhere a sign..
And the sign said "Long-haired freaky people need not apply"
So I tucked my hair up under my hat and I went in to ask him why
He said "You look like a fine upstanding young man, I think you'll do"
So I took off my hat, I said "Imagine that. Huh! Me workin' for you!"
Whoa-oh-oh
License plate on $50,000+ silver, gorgeous convertible: WAS HIS
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?
CH__CH, What’s missing?... God Reads Knee Mail… Do not wait for hearse to take you to church… Staying in bed shouting “Oh God” does not constitute going to church… Free coffee, everlasting life, yes, membership has it’s privileges.. Bored? Try a Missionary Position..
And the sign said anybody caught trespassin' would be shot on sight
So I jumped on the fence and-a yelled at the house,"Hey! What gives you the right?" "To put up a fence to keep me out or to keep mother nature in" "If God was here he'd tell you to your face, Man, you're some kinda sinner"
Shell sign during recent gas ‘hella’ prices:
Regular: ARM
Plus: LEG
Premium: FIRST BORN
Drive In Theater… 3 movies showing:
Erin Brockovich
Screwed
My Dog Skip
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?
Walgreen: Ass. Fragrance 50% off…. Fu King Chinese Restaurant…. Parking for Drive Thru Service Only.. Amigone Funeral Home…. Taco Bell: Now Hiring All Shits… Steve’s Radiator Shop: A good place to take a leak… Royal Flush Plumbing: Your shit is my bread and butter.. ..
Ponderosa Veterinary Hospital: Spay or neuter your best friend…. Balfurd Cleaners: Drop your pants and you will receive prompt attention.. Sherrill’s “Eat Here” and “Get Gas”, Tipton, Indiana….. Diesel Fried Chicken.. IGA: Idaho Pot. 10 lb bag $1.49… Nothing says “sorry about the crabs” like flowers..
Now, hey you, mister, can't you read?
You've got to have a shirt and tie to get a seat
You can't even watch, no you can't eat
You ain't supposed to be here
The sign said you got to have a membership card to get inside
Ugh!
Bathrooms: Friends don’t let friends take home ugly men.. Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.. Make love, not war, hell do both: Get Married!... Men’s Restroom House of Representatives: If pro is the opposite of con, then what is the opposite of Progress? Congress!!... If it has tires or testicles, you’re going to have trouble with it..
And the sign said, "Everybody welcome. Come in, kneel down and pray" But when they passed around the plate at the end of it all, I didn't have a penny to pay... So I got me a pen and a paper and I made up my own little sign I said, "Thank you, Lord, for thinkin' 'bout me. I'm alive and doin' fine." Wooo!
Warning: Private Property Keep Out (Unless you have really big boobs)… Slow children. No Hunting…. Any persons (except player) caught collecting golf balls on this course will be prosecuted and have their balls removed…. Smoke. Because no one should infringe upon your right to cough up black phlegm…. Absolutely Nothing Next 22 Miles…
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Sign
Sign, sign
Love, Victurd….
So I tucked my hair up under my hat and I went in to ask him why
He said "You look like a fine upstanding young man, I think you'll do"
So I took off my hat, I said "Imagine that. Huh! Me workin' for you!"
Whoa-oh-oh
License plate on $50,000+ silver, gorgeous convertible: WAS HIS
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?
CH__CH, What’s missing?... God Reads Knee Mail… Do not wait for hearse to take you to church… Staying in bed shouting “Oh God” does not constitute going to church… Free coffee, everlasting life, yes, membership has it’s privileges.. Bored? Try a Missionary Position..
And the sign said anybody caught trespassin' would be shot on sight
So I jumped on the fence and-a yelled at the house,"Hey! What gives you the right?" "To put up a fence to keep me out or to keep mother nature in" "If God was here he'd tell you to your face, Man, you're some kinda sinner"
Shell sign during recent gas ‘hella’ prices:
Regular: ARM
Plus: LEG
Premium: FIRST BORN
Drive In Theater… 3 movies showing:
Erin Brockovich
Screwed
My Dog Skip
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?
Walgreen: Ass. Fragrance 50% off…. Fu King Chinese Restaurant…. Parking for Drive Thru Service Only.. Amigone Funeral Home…. Taco Bell: Now Hiring All Shits… Steve’s Radiator Shop: A good place to take a leak… Royal Flush Plumbing: Your shit is my bread and butter.. ..
Ponderosa Veterinary Hospital: Spay or neuter your best friend…. Balfurd Cleaners: Drop your pants and you will receive prompt attention.. Sherrill’s “Eat Here” and “Get Gas”, Tipton, Indiana….. Diesel Fried Chicken.. IGA: Idaho Pot. 10 lb bag $1.49… Nothing says “sorry about the crabs” like flowers..
Now, hey you, mister, can't you read?
You've got to have a shirt and tie to get a seat
You can't even watch, no you can't eat
You ain't supposed to be here
The sign said you got to have a membership card to get inside
Ugh!
Bathrooms: Friends don’t let friends take home ugly men.. Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.. Make love, not war, hell do both: Get Married!... Men’s Restroom House of Representatives: If pro is the opposite of con, then what is the opposite of Progress? Congress!!... If it has tires or testicles, you’re going to have trouble with it..
And the sign said, "Everybody welcome. Come in, kneel down and pray" But when they passed around the plate at the end of it all, I didn't have a penny to pay... So I got me a pen and a paper and I made up my own little sign I said, "Thank you, Lord, for thinkin' 'bout me. I'm alive and doin' fine." Wooo!
Warning: Private Property Keep Out (Unless you have really big boobs)… Slow children. No Hunting…. Any persons (except player) caught collecting golf balls on this course will be prosecuted and have their balls removed…. Smoke. Because no one should infringe upon your right to cough up black phlegm…. Absolutely Nothing Next 22 Miles…
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?
Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Sign
Sign, sign
Love, Victurd….
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Ahhhhhh! Show me a man that's got a good woman
Show me
Show me a man out there that's got a good woman
Show me (huh huh)
Show me a man that's got a good woman
Show me a man that's got a good woman
Show me a man that's got a good woman
Show me a man that's got a good woman
We hail from the great State of Missouri. The Show Me State. Got it on our license plates. On our tongues in conversations when doubt arises. Two theories on how this originated. First, origin is popularly ascribed to an 1899 speech by Congressman Willard Vandiver who declared that "I come from a country that raises corn and cotton, cockleburs and Democrats, and frothy eloquence neither convinces nor satisfies me. I'm from Missouri, and you have got to show me."
Second, According to another legend, the phrase was a reference to Missouri miners brought to Leadville, Colorado to take the place of striking miners and being unfamiliar with the mining methods there required frequent instruction.
Show me a man that's got a good woman
I'll show you a man that goes to work hummin'
He knows he's got some sweet love coming
at the end of his working day.
*Yeah*
“Show Me” differs in approach from a man’s eyes/shoes, and the female version – in the dating/mating world. We men are percieved as simpletons (And perhaps a grain of truth). Show me what’s under that outfit. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. That’s it, plain and simple. Oink. Women, “Show Me” what’s inside that heart, soul. Tell me of your dreams, aspirations, convictions, beliefs. Us male piggos would prefer the path to be “aww come on baby, let’s just walk down the hallway to your bedroom”, but cower, and take this “Interstate” across the Country to get there instead. Erica Jong nails us pigs with her statement “Show me a woman who doesn’t feel guilty and I’ll show you a man.” Jewel’s take “Show me a man who knows his own heart and to him I shall belong.”
Show me a woman that's got a good man
Show me!
I wanna see a woman out there that claims she got a good man!
Show me!
And if you show me a woman that's got a good man
Show me a woman that's got a good man
Show me a woman that's got a good man
Show me a woman that's got a good man
New concept, idea. Work rule, path. Disbelief. Show me. Show me the money. Show me a genuine case of platonic friendship, and I’ll show you two old or homely faces. (I guess I could fit that description, doesn’t bug me.) “Show me a great actor and I'll show you a lousy husband. Show me a great actress, and you've seen the devil.” W. C. Fields… Show me a sane man and I will cure him for you… Show me the books he loves and I shall know the man far better than through mortal friends. (Brb, got some house tidying up to do!)
Show me a woman that's got a good man
I'll show you a woman doin' all she can
To make life worth living for her good man
So his troubles don't cross his mind.
*Yeah*
Victor, this is getting boring. SHOW ME what you’re getting to?!!
Show me two people that's in love with each other
Y'all, show me.
I want you to show me two people that's in love with each other
Show me.
Ah ya show me two people that's in love with each other
Show me two people in love with each other
Show me two people in love with each other
Show me two people in love with each other
Yesterday, ESPN honored College Game Day, Columbia, MO. The University of Missouri. New record for number of folks to show up. Cool, you show’ed me. Yes, but this is Oklahoma. The same Oklahoma that’s defeated us 19 of the last 20 games. Gary Pinkel, MU Tigers, MIZ ZOU, you showed me.
Show me two people that's in love with each other
I'll show you two people that ain't going no further
than their arms can reach to hold one another
Let them lovers alone, yeah
they doin' all right
McNeese State, showed me. San Diego State, ‘Moe showing me. Miami of Ohio, Colorado, Texas A & M, BOOMER – SOONER! YES!... 7-0 Showin Me.
Pretty please Gary P, Blaine G, A & J Smith, Mr’s Barnes, Ebner, Moe, Jackson, Ressel, and the remainder, please Show Me. Nebraska, Texas Tech, K-State, Iowa State, KU (Patooey), Big 12 Championship game…
January 10, 2011. BCS National Championship Game, Glendale, AZ.
Halfway home. Please oh please, whilst we’re all still on this planet – Show Me.
MIZ-ZOU. Love, Victurd.
Show me
Show me a man out there that's got a good woman
Show me (huh huh)
Show me a man that's got a good woman
Show me a man that's got a good woman
Show me a man that's got a good woman
Show me a man that's got a good woman
We hail from the great State of Missouri. The Show Me State. Got it on our license plates. On our tongues in conversations when doubt arises. Two theories on how this originated. First, origin is popularly ascribed to an 1899 speech by Congressman Willard Vandiver who declared that "I come from a country that raises corn and cotton, cockleburs and Democrats, and frothy eloquence neither convinces nor satisfies me. I'm from Missouri, and you have got to show me."
Second, According to another legend, the phrase was a reference to Missouri miners brought to Leadville, Colorado to take the place of striking miners and being unfamiliar with the mining methods there required frequent instruction.
Show me a man that's got a good woman
I'll show you a man that goes to work hummin'
He knows he's got some sweet love coming
at the end of his working day.
*Yeah*
“Show Me” differs in approach from a man’s eyes/shoes, and the female version – in the dating/mating world. We men are percieved as simpletons (And perhaps a grain of truth). Show me what’s under that outfit. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. That’s it, plain and simple. Oink. Women, “Show Me” what’s inside that heart, soul. Tell me of your dreams, aspirations, convictions, beliefs. Us male piggos would prefer the path to be “aww come on baby, let’s just walk down the hallway to your bedroom”, but cower, and take this “Interstate” across the Country to get there instead. Erica Jong nails us pigs with her statement “Show me a woman who doesn’t feel guilty and I’ll show you a man.” Jewel’s take “Show me a man who knows his own heart and to him I shall belong.”
Show me a woman that's got a good man
Show me!
I wanna see a woman out there that claims she got a good man!
Show me!
And if you show me a woman that's got a good man
Show me a woman that's got a good man
Show me a woman that's got a good man
Show me a woman that's got a good man
New concept, idea. Work rule, path. Disbelief. Show me. Show me the money. Show me a genuine case of platonic friendship, and I’ll show you two old or homely faces. (I guess I could fit that description, doesn’t bug me.) “Show me a great actor and I'll show you a lousy husband. Show me a great actress, and you've seen the devil.” W. C. Fields… Show me a sane man and I will cure him for you… Show me the books he loves and I shall know the man far better than through mortal friends. (Brb, got some house tidying up to do!)
Show me a woman that's got a good man
I'll show you a woman doin' all she can
To make life worth living for her good man
So his troubles don't cross his mind.
*Yeah*
Victor, this is getting boring. SHOW ME what you’re getting to?!!
Show me two people that's in love with each other
Y'all, show me.
I want you to show me two people that's in love with each other
Show me.
Ah ya show me two people that's in love with each other
Show me two people in love with each other
Show me two people in love with each other
Show me two people in love with each other
Yesterday, ESPN honored College Game Day, Columbia, MO. The University of Missouri. New record for number of folks to show up. Cool, you show’ed me. Yes, but this is Oklahoma. The same Oklahoma that’s defeated us 19 of the last 20 games. Gary Pinkel, MU Tigers, MIZ ZOU, you showed me.
Show me two people that's in love with each other
I'll show you two people that ain't going no further
than their arms can reach to hold one another
Let them lovers alone, yeah
they doin' all right
McNeese State, showed me. San Diego State, ‘Moe showing me. Miami of Ohio, Colorado, Texas A & M, BOOMER – SOONER! YES!... 7-0 Showin Me.
Pretty please Gary P, Blaine G, A & J Smith, Mr’s Barnes, Ebner, Moe, Jackson, Ressel, and the remainder, please Show Me. Nebraska, Texas Tech, K-State, Iowa State, KU (Patooey), Big 12 Championship game…
January 10, 2011. BCS National Championship Game, Glendale, AZ.
Halfway home. Please oh please, whilst we’re all still on this planet – Show Me.
MIZ-ZOU. Love, Victurd.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Time has come today....
Time has come today
Young hearts can go their way
Can't put it off another day
I don't care what others say
They say we don't listen anyway
Time has come today
(Hey)
We’re here on this planet 78.4 years. That’s 28,616 days, or.. 686,784 hours, or… 41,207,040 minutes… or 2,472,422,400 seconds. Some studies indicate more, some less. Top ten things we do with this time: 10. TV… 9. Eating… 8. Pooping or peeing…. 7. Talking… 6. Surfing the internet…. 5. Reading…. 4. Wishing… 3. Sex (This study didn’t call and ask me. Would NOT be in my top ten, darnit.)… 2. Traveling… 1. Sleeping
Oh
The rules have changed today (Hey)
I have no place to stay (Hey)
I'm thinking about the subway (Hey)
My love has flown away (Hey)
My tears have come and gone (Hey)
Oh my Lord, I have to roam (Hey)
I have no home (Hey)
I have no home (Hey)
Of these days, times, we spend one-third of our life sleeping. Two weeks kissing. The average person will spend 13-15 years of their life eating, another two years in the bathroom.
Now the time has come (Time)
There's no place to run (Time)
I might get burned up by the sun (Time)
But I had my fun (Time)
I've been loved and put aside (Time)
I've been crushed by the tumbling tide (Time)
And my soul has been psychedelicized (Time)
Men fart on average 17 times a day, women 9. Figure a fart lasts five seconds. That’s 517 minutes a year, or 28 total days of our life will be spent farting. (Gals 15 total days on average of farting in a life time.) .. Six minutes a day laughing, or, 119 days of our lives. 8 hours of our life will be spent at a stoplight.
(Time)
Now the time has come (Time)
There are things to realize (Time)
Time has come today (Time)
Time has come today (Time)
Time… time… time… time… time… time… time… time… time… time… time]
99,117 hours working (Yuck.) 4 years on the phone at work.. “On hold” 5 minutes a day, or, 99 days of our lives.. Complaining, 159 days of our lives… 160 days on smoke breaks. (Some, ahem, more.) …. “Everyday you waste time. Whether it’s filling up a tank of gas, waiting for an elevator, or waiting to download a program- we waste minutes. The average human wastes about 45 minutes a day in addition to any free time they have.” That’s 894 days of our lives spent wasting time. (Some of us more.)
Oh
Now the time has come (Time)
There's no place to run (Time)
I might get burned up by the sun (Time)
But I had my fun (Time)
I've been loved and put aside (Time)
I've been crushed by tumbling tide (Time)
And my soul has been psychedelicized (Time)
39 days picking our noses. 11 years infronta the TV. 967 days washing clothes. 6.5 years worrying. 115 days laughing. Men, 1.5 days per year shaving. Women spend 136 days of their lives getting ready. (Men, 46 days).. …. One study suggested “that daydreaming – which can occupy as much as one third of our waking lives – is an important cognitive state where we may unconsciously turn our attention from immediate tasks to sort through important problems in our lives.”. .. Even if we only average half of that, that’s over 8 years of our lives spent daydreaming.
(Time)
Now the time has come (Time)
There are things to realize (Time)
Time has come today (Time)
Time has come today (Time)
9 hours, 18 seconds male orgasm. Women? Ain’t touching that one. Might be considered fake statistics. (Ok, the study said 1 hr, 24 minutes)
Time.. Time… Time… Time
Yeah
Time for me to go, love, Victurd.
Young hearts can go their way
Can't put it off another day
I don't care what others say
They say we don't listen anyway
Time has come today
(Hey)
We’re here on this planet 78.4 years. That’s 28,616 days, or.. 686,784 hours, or… 41,207,040 minutes… or 2,472,422,400 seconds. Some studies indicate more, some less. Top ten things we do with this time: 10. TV… 9. Eating… 8. Pooping or peeing…. 7. Talking… 6. Surfing the internet…. 5. Reading…. 4. Wishing… 3. Sex (This study didn’t call and ask me. Would NOT be in my top ten, darnit.)… 2. Traveling… 1. Sleeping
Oh
The rules have changed today (Hey)
I have no place to stay (Hey)
I'm thinking about the subway (Hey)
My love has flown away (Hey)
My tears have come and gone (Hey)
Oh my Lord, I have to roam (Hey)
I have no home (Hey)
I have no home (Hey)
Of these days, times, we spend one-third of our life sleeping. Two weeks kissing. The average person will spend 13-15 years of their life eating, another two years in the bathroom.
Now the time has come (Time)
There's no place to run (Time)
I might get burned up by the sun (Time)
But I had my fun (Time)
I've been loved and put aside (Time)
I've been crushed by the tumbling tide (Time)
And my soul has been psychedelicized (Time)
Men fart on average 17 times a day, women 9. Figure a fart lasts five seconds. That’s 517 minutes a year, or 28 total days of our life will be spent farting. (Gals 15 total days on average of farting in a life time.) .. Six minutes a day laughing, or, 119 days of our lives. 8 hours of our life will be spent at a stoplight.
(Time)
Now the time has come (Time)
There are things to realize (Time)
Time has come today (Time)
Time has come today (Time)
Time… time… time… time… time… time… time… time… time… time… time]
99,117 hours working (Yuck.) 4 years on the phone at work.. “On hold” 5 minutes a day, or, 99 days of our lives.. Complaining, 159 days of our lives… 160 days on smoke breaks. (Some, ahem, more.) …. “Everyday you waste time. Whether it’s filling up a tank of gas, waiting for an elevator, or waiting to download a program- we waste minutes. The average human wastes about 45 minutes a day in addition to any free time they have.” That’s 894 days of our lives spent wasting time. (Some of us more.)
Oh
Now the time has come (Time)
There's no place to run (Time)
I might get burned up by the sun (Time)
But I had my fun (Time)
I've been loved and put aside (Time)
I've been crushed by tumbling tide (Time)
And my soul has been psychedelicized (Time)
39 days picking our noses. 11 years infronta the TV. 967 days washing clothes. 6.5 years worrying. 115 days laughing. Men, 1.5 days per year shaving. Women spend 136 days of their lives getting ready. (Men, 46 days).. …. One study suggested “that daydreaming – which can occupy as much as one third of our waking lives – is an important cognitive state where we may unconsciously turn our attention from immediate tasks to sort through important problems in our lives.”. .. Even if we only average half of that, that’s over 8 years of our lives spent daydreaming.
(Time)
Now the time has come (Time)
There are things to realize (Time)
Time has come today (Time)
Time has come today (Time)
9 hours, 18 seconds male orgasm. Women? Ain’t touching that one. Might be considered fake statistics. (Ok, the study said 1 hr, 24 minutes)
Time.. Time… Time… Time
Yeah
Time for me to go, love, Victurd.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Me thinks, life affords us the following cycle:
Play… (Kid)
Educate/party… (Youth)
Work and play, get on ladder.. (Young adult)
Two eyeballs on kids.. help kids work/play, climb that ladder. (Young Parent)
Work, more ladder goodies, one eye on kids…. (Middle aged parent)
The now.. (Fitty-something/soon, sixty-something)… All those other cycles were wonderful, truly. I loved ‘play’. Grew up in a town where that could safely be done – anywhere. I enjoyed the next phase (educate/party) so much, I invested six years in attaining my undergraduate degree!
Being a young parent literally rocked. An opportunity, kinda-sorta, to relive your own childhood – yet, definitely embellished by the vibrancy of a child’s smile.
Middle age parent, at least for me, is when “S” hit the fan in Family – yet still, a nice era. Many, many wonderful co-workers/lifetime friends made in this era.
The now.. ahhh yes… There is no more worrying about the damn ladder.. in fact, we can stop upon it, look out and suckup the view. Aging is synonymous with appreciation. Sitting in Mickey D’s three booths over from a young hubby/wife with a toddler, one a head taller, and yet another a head taller gives us the shivers in reminding us of the work that involved – a smile for the fun that it was, and a “whew” for the “glad that’s not me!”
The Rolling Stones. Huh? Yeah, them. It’s one thing, for me, in the now that I really stop, listen, appreciate, absorb. (And virtually any classic rock artist.) Life, prior to 50, is all-about-hurry. No rose smelling. Play. School. Job. Raising family. The now: hell yeah baby, I get to remember all that, but sorry, this is ME time! Crank that sucker!
Highway time. I work 31 miles from home. Some think that’s ludicrous. Nomme. I enjoy it. It’s time for reflection. Thinking. Emoting. Enjoying.
Food. Huh? Yeah, food. As a child, lunch meant “Do I haveta? I’m up to bat next!” Older kid, cafeteria style, or buddy bringing bagga burgers back from drive in. Young adult, food/hurry. Work to do, play to be had. Parent: food/chore. Have to. Quick. Plan. Oh hell, we’re outta ___, gotta run to the store.
Not now. Food now – enjoy. Succulent. No hurry – let’s indulge. Sample. Treat. Yummy. Back then, we’d drive to wherever was the closest drive-in eatery simply due to time, other things to do. Now, by golly, if we wanna drive 27 miles to sample that little family joint that makes the yummiest lasagna, we’re gonna do it. (And, have highway time, mebbe the Rolling Stones inbetween!). No “hurry, other things to do”, now, it’s “THE thing to do.”
Fitty-something is the “if I’da known then what I know now” age – and please know I don’t mean that like I’m some scholarly saint. I mean that like “wow.. I really enjoyed all those years, stages…appreciate ‘em.. but, perhaps don’t appreciate them as much as I do this stage/age, and it’s probably BECAUSE OF THEM I enjoy this age so much.”
Somea these stolen, sorry, likes ‘em nonetheless.. some diddies learned by age fitty-something:
You don’t have to win every argument..
Life isn’t fair, but it’s still good..
Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does….
It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it….
It's OK to let your children see you cry….
The most important sex organ is the brain.
Growing old beats the alternative dying young.
Those who matter don't judge me....those who judge me don't matter.
It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.
Rambling. Sorry. I find that we, at age fitty-something, do that. Got this nasty habit of listening to The Stones on the highway to work, shortly after the scrumptious breakfast of my choice. Get here, an hour early, staring out from the ladder. Fingers gravitate to keyboard. I can’t stop ‘em. Ceptin’ for maybe bathroom urges at this age, second strongest urge.
Let’s urge us all to get on, continue to enjoy this page of our life. I know I planta continue doing so. Until the day I pee my pants and forget my name, Love, Victurd.
Educate/party… (Youth)
Work and play, get on ladder.. (Young adult)
Two eyeballs on kids.. help kids work/play, climb that ladder. (Young Parent)
Work, more ladder goodies, one eye on kids…. (Middle aged parent)
The now.. (Fitty-something/soon, sixty-something)… All those other cycles were wonderful, truly. I loved ‘play’. Grew up in a town where that could safely be done – anywhere. I enjoyed the next phase (educate/party) so much, I invested six years in attaining my undergraduate degree!
Being a young parent literally rocked. An opportunity, kinda-sorta, to relive your own childhood – yet, definitely embellished by the vibrancy of a child’s smile.
Middle age parent, at least for me, is when “S” hit the fan in Family – yet still, a nice era. Many, many wonderful co-workers/lifetime friends made in this era.
The now.. ahhh yes… There is no more worrying about the damn ladder.. in fact, we can stop upon it, look out and suckup the view. Aging is synonymous with appreciation. Sitting in Mickey D’s three booths over from a young hubby/wife with a toddler, one a head taller, and yet another a head taller gives us the shivers in reminding us of the work that involved – a smile for the fun that it was, and a “whew” for the “glad that’s not me!”
The Rolling Stones. Huh? Yeah, them. It’s one thing, for me, in the now that I really stop, listen, appreciate, absorb. (And virtually any classic rock artist.) Life, prior to 50, is all-about-hurry. No rose smelling. Play. School. Job. Raising family. The now: hell yeah baby, I get to remember all that, but sorry, this is ME time! Crank that sucker!
Highway time. I work 31 miles from home. Some think that’s ludicrous. Nomme. I enjoy it. It’s time for reflection. Thinking. Emoting. Enjoying.
Food. Huh? Yeah, food. As a child, lunch meant “Do I haveta? I’m up to bat next!” Older kid, cafeteria style, or buddy bringing bagga burgers back from drive in. Young adult, food/hurry. Work to do, play to be had. Parent: food/chore. Have to. Quick. Plan. Oh hell, we’re outta ___, gotta run to the store.
Not now. Food now – enjoy. Succulent. No hurry – let’s indulge. Sample. Treat. Yummy. Back then, we’d drive to wherever was the closest drive-in eatery simply due to time, other things to do. Now, by golly, if we wanna drive 27 miles to sample that little family joint that makes the yummiest lasagna, we’re gonna do it. (And, have highway time, mebbe the Rolling Stones inbetween!). No “hurry, other things to do”, now, it’s “THE thing to do.”
Fitty-something is the “if I’da known then what I know now” age – and please know I don’t mean that like I’m some scholarly saint. I mean that like “wow.. I really enjoyed all those years, stages…appreciate ‘em.. but, perhaps don’t appreciate them as much as I do this stage/age, and it’s probably BECAUSE OF THEM I enjoy this age so much.”
Somea these stolen, sorry, likes ‘em nonetheless.. some diddies learned by age fitty-something:
You don’t have to win every argument..
Life isn’t fair, but it’s still good..
Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does….
It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it….
It's OK to let your children see you cry….
The most important sex organ is the brain.
Growing old beats the alternative dying young.
Those who matter don't judge me....those who judge me don't matter.
It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.
Rambling. Sorry. I find that we, at age fitty-something, do that. Got this nasty habit of listening to The Stones on the highway to work, shortly after the scrumptious breakfast of my choice. Get here, an hour early, staring out from the ladder. Fingers gravitate to keyboard. I can’t stop ‘em. Ceptin’ for maybe bathroom urges at this age, second strongest urge.
Let’s urge us all to get on, continue to enjoy this page of our life. I know I planta continue doing so. Until the day I pee my pants and forget my name, Love, Victurd.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Are you crazy? The fall will probably kill you.
I actually do remember once staining the kitchen floor, and I found myself “painted into a corner.”
I know, I really should change the topic. Fair enough.
Note to Ron Cottingham.. “We have had BEAUTIFUL Sunny Cal weather here sir. Come back! I know, I know what lies ahead in the coming months.. but you’ve got two retirements… getya a retirement home there, and one here!”
The Fall routine here. College football watching with buddies, wearing our colors, permitting our goofy emotions to run amuck minute by minute, down by down. Sunday/breakfast/paper at Mickey D’s.
Thanks to another friend, reminded of the two stages of life: alive and not alive. Sure, I know silly to wear heart on sleeve here… frivolously watching football… My ‘book’ is dogeared, but I don’t really object to others reading/observing it. I am living. I am very thankful for every day I am afforded awakening.. with age comes prettier colors in the sky… an even grander God.. a wonderful appreciation for friends… and simply life itself.
“I’ve told our guys that no matter what happens not to feel sorry for themselves,” Brown said. “When you think you have it bad because of something that happened in practice or in a game, you might think it’s the worst thing in the world. And it’s not.” (UMKC Men’s Basketball Coach Matt Brown)…
You see, Matt’s 11 year old daughter Ally is in year three of her battle with cancer. If you get the chance, go to kcstar.com and read the article. Every day folks, cursed by this cancer, real life reactions thereof. Among things they’ve learned, per mom Nikki “If you ever want to see a room cleared, bring up death or cancer.”
Mom: Time for bed.
Ally: Can I stay up a little longer?
Mom: No sweetheart, time for bed.
Ally (dripping sarcasm) I have cancer, you know.
Even the tender moments swerve into a smile. Chemotherapy wasn’t necessary. Ally didn’t lose her hair. But the scar runs across her neck and at the age of self-image discovery it couldn’t come at a worse time.
Ally: What if the boys say something?
Mom: God knows who your mate is. He already knows. The man who will love you loves you with your scar already. He’ll love you for what’s on the inside.”
Ally (wheels spinning): Mom?
Mom: Yes, dear?
Ally: The cancer is on the inside.
“I give up,” Nikki said with a laugh.
The family is hopeful the worst is behind Ally after three surgeries in the past six months, but they won’t know for a few months. Prayers.
Kinda puts in perspective “the fall will kill you”, “omg, I’ve painted myself in a corner”, “THE GUY DROPPED THE PASS IN THE END ZONE!”… Should/shouldn’t.
Was another section of the paper devoted to Breast Cancer Awareness… a wonderful picture of a father and his daughter (both having battled cancer) entitled something like “Real men can wear pink.”
Honest, the sun in the morning is enough for me to be thankful. If I never ever had to stare at a beautiful, much-to-young face in the obits again, it’d be amazing.
Turning for a moment... For a long time… I’ve suggested for myself, as well as friends battling an issue.. work problem.. rocky marriage… whatever.. “have you grabbed them by the shirt collar, pulled 'em up close to make sure they’re seeing you eyeball to eyeball, ensuring they’re REALLY listening to you?”…
Life, and it’s events – seem to have a way of grabbing us all by the collar… opening our eyes, making sure we’re listening… and thankful. I am, and I know you are as well. Love, Victurd.
I know, I really should change the topic. Fair enough.
Note to Ron Cottingham.. “We have had BEAUTIFUL Sunny Cal weather here sir. Come back! I know, I know what lies ahead in the coming months.. but you’ve got two retirements… getya a retirement home there, and one here!”
The Fall routine here. College football watching with buddies, wearing our colors, permitting our goofy emotions to run amuck minute by minute, down by down. Sunday/breakfast/paper at Mickey D’s.
Thanks to another friend, reminded of the two stages of life: alive and not alive. Sure, I know silly to wear heart on sleeve here… frivolously watching football… My ‘book’ is dogeared, but I don’t really object to others reading/observing it. I am living. I am very thankful for every day I am afforded awakening.. with age comes prettier colors in the sky… an even grander God.. a wonderful appreciation for friends… and simply life itself.
“I’ve told our guys that no matter what happens not to feel sorry for themselves,” Brown said. “When you think you have it bad because of something that happened in practice or in a game, you might think it’s the worst thing in the world. And it’s not.” (UMKC Men’s Basketball Coach Matt Brown)…
You see, Matt’s 11 year old daughter Ally is in year three of her battle with cancer. If you get the chance, go to kcstar.com and read the article. Every day folks, cursed by this cancer, real life reactions thereof. Among things they’ve learned, per mom Nikki “If you ever want to see a room cleared, bring up death or cancer.”
Mom: Time for bed.
Ally: Can I stay up a little longer?
Mom: No sweetheart, time for bed.
Ally (dripping sarcasm) I have cancer, you know.
Even the tender moments swerve into a smile. Chemotherapy wasn’t necessary. Ally didn’t lose her hair. But the scar runs across her neck and at the age of self-image discovery it couldn’t come at a worse time.
Ally: What if the boys say something?
Mom: God knows who your mate is. He already knows. The man who will love you loves you with your scar already. He’ll love you for what’s on the inside.”
Ally (wheels spinning): Mom?
Mom: Yes, dear?
Ally: The cancer is on the inside.
“I give up,” Nikki said with a laugh.
The family is hopeful the worst is behind Ally after three surgeries in the past six months, but they won’t know for a few months. Prayers.
Kinda puts in perspective “the fall will kill you”, “omg, I’ve painted myself in a corner”, “THE GUY DROPPED THE PASS IN THE END ZONE!”… Should/shouldn’t.
Was another section of the paper devoted to Breast Cancer Awareness… a wonderful picture of a father and his daughter (both having battled cancer) entitled something like “Real men can wear pink.”
Honest, the sun in the morning is enough for me to be thankful. If I never ever had to stare at a beautiful, much-to-young face in the obits again, it’d be amazing.
Turning for a moment... For a long time… I’ve suggested for myself, as well as friends battling an issue.. work problem.. rocky marriage… whatever.. “have you grabbed them by the shirt collar, pulled 'em up close to make sure they’re seeing you eyeball to eyeball, ensuring they’re REALLY listening to you?”…
Life, and it’s events – seem to have a way of grabbing us all by the collar… opening our eyes, making sure we’re listening… and thankful. I am, and I know you are as well. Love, Victurd.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Shouldn’t……
Should… shouldn’t… Goofus… Gallant..
Uproar… roar….
You shouldn’t pass go, collect your $200… You shouldn’t go chasing waterfalls… You shouldn’t commit adultery… You shouldn’t steal.. You shouldn’t bear false witness against your neighbor.. You shouldn’t covet your neighbor’s wife…
Top ten things guys shouldn’t do in public… (Thanks askmen.com) Admire yourself in the mirror.. Pick yourself (as in nose).. sit with crossed legs.. blow your nose without a tissue.. ‘play wrestle’… puke.. argue with your girlfriend.. write longhand in a journal.. pee conspicuously… cry..
You shouldn’t play with fire… play in the rain… be around metal during lightning.. be anywhere besides the basement in potential tornado weather… play in traffic.. take any wooden nickels.. stop, thinking about tomorrow.. tailgate.. beer on whiskey…
When dealing with customer, you shouldn’t…. take their attitude personally.. fail to allow customer to vent.. overuse “you”… make inappropriate gestures.. tell a customer to calm down.. use slang for upset (freaking out, flipping out, bent outta shape)…
What you shouldn’t do in college… get sick and puke the first night.. go to any of the required meetings.. hookup wih the RA.. hookup with someone on your Hall.. walk around in packs of 35.. go barefoot in the shower (eww.. why?)… wear pajamas around campus…
Things you shouldn’t do on Facebook.. use a weak password.. leave your full birth date on your profile (screw ‘em, I’m fitty-eight, proud of it!).. overlook using privacy controls.. mention that you’ll be away from home.. permit youngsters to use FB unsupervised..
And finally.. you shouldn’t blog on Facebook about ‘should’… free, unwarranted, unprompted advice. ESPECIALLY if perceived to be abhored from women… Should… Shouldn’t… Goofus.. Gallant.. Roar… Uproar…
DARN it. Love, Victurd.
Uproar… roar….
You shouldn’t pass go, collect your $200… You shouldn’t go chasing waterfalls… You shouldn’t commit adultery… You shouldn’t steal.. You shouldn’t bear false witness against your neighbor.. You shouldn’t covet your neighbor’s wife…
Top ten things guys shouldn’t do in public… (Thanks askmen.com) Admire yourself in the mirror.. Pick yourself (as in nose).. sit with crossed legs.. blow your nose without a tissue.. ‘play wrestle’… puke.. argue with your girlfriend.. write longhand in a journal.. pee conspicuously… cry..
You shouldn’t play with fire… play in the rain… be around metal during lightning.. be anywhere besides the basement in potential tornado weather… play in traffic.. take any wooden nickels.. stop, thinking about tomorrow.. tailgate.. beer on whiskey…
When dealing with customer, you shouldn’t…. take their attitude personally.. fail to allow customer to vent.. overuse “you”… make inappropriate gestures.. tell a customer to calm down.. use slang for upset (freaking out, flipping out, bent outta shape)…
What you shouldn’t do in college… get sick and puke the first night.. go to any of the required meetings.. hookup wih the RA.. hookup with someone on your Hall.. walk around in packs of 35.. go barefoot in the shower (eww.. why?)… wear pajamas around campus…
Things you shouldn’t do on Facebook.. use a weak password.. leave your full birth date on your profile (screw ‘em, I’m fitty-eight, proud of it!).. overlook using privacy controls.. mention that you’ll be away from home.. permit youngsters to use FB unsupervised..
And finally.. you shouldn’t blog on Facebook about ‘should’… free, unwarranted, unprompted advice. ESPECIALLY if perceived to be abhored from women… Should… Shouldn’t… Goofus.. Gallant.. Roar… Uproar…
DARN it. Love, Victurd.
Friday, October 15, 2010
Should…
Must… ought… You should not do that…. I should think you would apologize.
Poopy oopy patoopy. What, you think I’m blind? There are some things I KNOW I should do – obvious, so me thinks ya ain’t gotta point ‘em out.
Mad? No, absolutely not. I just think some people should…. er… butt out, get offa my back, leave me alone, worry about YOUR OWN world. Quoting Mick “I said, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud, Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd”)
Honest, it’s Friday, I’m happy, I’m going out with former coworkers… KU got spanked (sorry… kinda).. MU’s undefeated… Chiefs are 3-1… Then Victor, why are you bitching?
Well… as I freeze my ass off on my daily 35 mile commute (ain’t got the heater blower motor fixed yet… will… soon… checkenginelight.. should anyways) I think “whatinthehell SHOULD I write about?”… Was asking the same question to myself today, passing the same damn exits I always pass.. swerving around the same GD (gosh darn) cars that morning after morning drive 55 MPH in the middle lane’a the 65 MPH highway. (They should get over.) What SHOULD I write about? THAT’S IT! “SHOULD”… Victor, you SHOULD.
Advice. Unwarranted. That’s the kinda should I’m talkin’ about. Close your ears… please. I knows there are partsa my life that are screwed up.. Everyone has them skeletons in their closet. Me, mebbe s’more than others. Bite me, leave mine alone. Do you see strings attached? ie, I ain’t no puppet!
“Victor, you really SHOULD………” EEEEEEOWWWWWW, FINGERNAILS ON THE CHALKBOARD!.... Get the help outta here.. Go talk to the mirror.. Down boy, down girl, get offa that pedestal! You know what happened to the last perfect person don’tya? (Sorry.. kinda)…
Actually, I’m laughing. Honest. I should. Oops. A couplea my fav’s here at work, so happen to be female. (NO Victor, not you?) Haha, yes, me. Anyways, upon occasion, they might come across me wobbling a bit, and it always follows “Victor, you should…..” STOP IT MARILYN! (sorry… kinda… that is ex’s name.. and honest.. when I spout that out, it makes ‘em think.. “is he saying I’m acting like a nagging wife?”.. MEBBE. KINDA-SORTA. HELL YES YOU ARE! (You should see yourself in the mirror, hehe.)
I’m sorry, I much prefer leftfield and thinking for myself. Yes, my teeth are yellowed from kajillions of cigs, a few pair’a jeans in need of darning, several shirts, shorts, shoes, slung about in the backseat’a the car.. “Victor, your really should….” BITE ME, I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW. I am Victor, NOT YOU.
Victor, you really should answer your phone at work like “Transpo Services, this is Vic., may I help you?”.. BUT.. I so enjoy our caller ID.. I much prefer “Pizza Hut, would this be dine in or carry out?”. or… when seeing vendor’s number.. “Southwest Port Services, this is Naomi, may I help you?”.. giggle… “No, this is Gary w/SW, how are ya Vic.” I know I shouldn’t, but I’m sorry, I like having work at fun.
I should……….. go straight home after work. Exercise more. Attend church services weekly. Tidy up the damn home s’more. (or any.).. LOT I should do – so – if you remind me, it has the OPPOSITE AFFECT, of is that effect, damn I get them two mixed up.. I should look ‘em up. Oops.
Honest though, whenever someone does wing that “Victor, you should…….” at me, I’m inwardly appreciative. Means they care. Means they’re, in good faith, trying to help. Still.. bite me, leave me alone, practice what you’re about to preach, A to B conversation, C your way out.. get the hell out… scram… ixnay.. seeya later, scadoodle, don’t let the door hitya in the ass………… marilyn. Hehe.
Should should… (can you start a sentence using should twice in a row?).. Should should be something that comes from yourself, internally. (Apparently the brains behind Microsoft Word think you CAN’T use should twicein a row in a sentence, ‘cause the basta’s underlined the second one in RED… as if to say (albeit silently) “shouldn’t do that.” SCREW SPELLCHECK TOO! I can write “howareya” if I wanna, cause THAT’S how people say it! Stick THAT up your Funk and Wagnall!
That’s it. I’ve had my say. I love, honest, those that espouse with the “Victor, you should….”.. I just don’t/won’t listen to ‘em. Eww. Huh uh. Fingers in ears. I’ll wing a rubber band at ‘em over the cubicle wall soon, that’ll teach ‘em. Good intentions. I don’t givea crap. It’s me, albeit imperfect me.
I said, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd
On my cloud, baby….
I should go now. Go take on the day. (Bite me Dr. Laura, I hear you have hella big skeletons in your closet anyways.) Love, Victurd.
Poopy oopy patoopy. What, you think I’m blind? There are some things I KNOW I should do – obvious, so me thinks ya ain’t gotta point ‘em out.
Mad? No, absolutely not. I just think some people should…. er… butt out, get offa my back, leave me alone, worry about YOUR OWN world. Quoting Mick “I said, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud, Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd”)
Honest, it’s Friday, I’m happy, I’m going out with former coworkers… KU got spanked (sorry… kinda).. MU’s undefeated… Chiefs are 3-1… Then Victor, why are you bitching?
Well… as I freeze my ass off on my daily 35 mile commute (ain’t got the heater blower motor fixed yet… will… soon… checkenginelight.. should anyways) I think “whatinthehell SHOULD I write about?”… Was asking the same question to myself today, passing the same damn exits I always pass.. swerving around the same GD (gosh darn) cars that morning after morning drive 55 MPH in the middle lane’a the 65 MPH highway. (They should get over.) What SHOULD I write about? THAT’S IT! “SHOULD”… Victor, you SHOULD.
Advice. Unwarranted. That’s the kinda should I’m talkin’ about. Close your ears… please. I knows there are partsa my life that are screwed up.. Everyone has them skeletons in their closet. Me, mebbe s’more than others. Bite me, leave mine alone. Do you see strings attached? ie, I ain’t no puppet!
“Victor, you really SHOULD………” EEEEEEOWWWWWW, FINGERNAILS ON THE CHALKBOARD!.... Get the help outta here.. Go talk to the mirror.. Down boy, down girl, get offa that pedestal! You know what happened to the last perfect person don’tya? (Sorry.. kinda)…
Actually, I’m laughing. Honest. I should. Oops. A couplea my fav’s here at work, so happen to be female. (NO Victor, not you?) Haha, yes, me. Anyways, upon occasion, they might come across me wobbling a bit, and it always follows “Victor, you should…..” STOP IT MARILYN! (sorry… kinda… that is ex’s name.. and honest.. when I spout that out, it makes ‘em think.. “is he saying I’m acting like a nagging wife?”.. MEBBE. KINDA-SORTA. HELL YES YOU ARE! (You should see yourself in the mirror, hehe.)
I’m sorry, I much prefer leftfield and thinking for myself. Yes, my teeth are yellowed from kajillions of cigs, a few pair’a jeans in need of darning, several shirts, shorts, shoes, slung about in the backseat’a the car.. “Victor, your really should….” BITE ME, I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW. I am Victor, NOT YOU.
Victor, you really should answer your phone at work like “Transpo Services, this is Vic., may I help you?”.. BUT.. I so enjoy our caller ID.. I much prefer “Pizza Hut, would this be dine in or carry out?”. or… when seeing vendor’s number.. “Southwest Port Services, this is Naomi, may I help you?”.. giggle… “No, this is Gary w/SW, how are ya Vic.” I know I shouldn’t, but I’m sorry, I like having work at fun.
I should……….. go straight home after work. Exercise more. Attend church services weekly. Tidy up the damn home s’more. (or any.).. LOT I should do – so – if you remind me, it has the OPPOSITE AFFECT, of is that effect, damn I get them two mixed up.. I should look ‘em up. Oops.
Honest though, whenever someone does wing that “Victor, you should…….” at me, I’m inwardly appreciative. Means they care. Means they’re, in good faith, trying to help. Still.. bite me, leave me alone, practice what you’re about to preach, A to B conversation, C your way out.. get the hell out… scram… ixnay.. seeya later, scadoodle, don’t let the door hitya in the ass………… marilyn. Hehe.
Should should… (can you start a sentence using should twice in a row?).. Should should be something that comes from yourself, internally. (Apparently the brains behind Microsoft Word think you CAN’T use should twicein a row in a sentence, ‘cause the basta’s underlined the second one in RED… as if to say (albeit silently) “shouldn’t do that.” SCREW SPELLCHECK TOO! I can write “howareya” if I wanna, cause THAT’S how people say it! Stick THAT up your Funk and Wagnall!
That’s it. I’ve had my say. I love, honest, those that espouse with the “Victor, you should….”.. I just don’t/won’t listen to ‘em. Eww. Huh uh. Fingers in ears. I’ll wing a rubber band at ‘em over the cubicle wall soon, that’ll teach ‘em. Good intentions. I don’t givea crap. It’s me, albeit imperfect me.
I said, Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Hey! You! Get off of my cloud
Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd
On my cloud, baby….
I should go now. Go take on the day. (Bite me Dr. Laura, I hear you have hella big skeletons in your closet anyways.) Love, Victurd.
Saturday, October 09, 2010
Only the lonely….
Dum dum dum, dummy doo wah
Ooh yay, yay, yay, yeah
Oh oh oh, oh oh ah
Only the lonely, only the lonely
Computer teach me “There is a great difference between being lonely and being alone.” Reckon that’s true. Also say “Contrary to many beliefs, the elderly are not the most lonely among us. It is young people who are most lonely.” K, but this ole house is hella quiet.
Only the lonely
(Dum dum dum, dummy doo wah)
Know the way I feel tonight
(Ooh yay, yay, yay, yeah)
Only the lonely
(Dum dum dum, dummy doo wah)
Know this feeling ain?t right
(Dum dum dum, dummy doo wah)
Wonder who/how one becomes expert on lonely, ‘nuff to give online advice. Basta prolly married, house chock fulla rugrats. Continues, when lonely: write letters (eh, I do, emails.)…read (not a book person).. paint (ahm, next please).. sew (you have GOT to be kidding me)..
care for a pet (aha, now this I like… son, awhilst back, “Dad, meet our new cat Bandit.” Bandit has Zorro like markings, kinda cool. Three months later. “Dad, getting an apartment. Oh, and they don’t allow pets.” Ever since whatshername backed over onea our cats, any cats here have been exclusively indoor cats. Bandit ain’t fixed. So he be outdoor cat. Ie, hella more successful in the game than his master. Goes, 20, 30, FORTY days at a time. “Ah, he ain’t coming back this time, prolly met his maker with a raccoon, bobcat or something.” And then, he’s crying to get in. Remembers, after 40+ days, where bowl, litter box, my lap, favorite sunning spot is. Interesting little cat.)
There goes my baby, there goes my heart
They?re gone forever, so far apart
But only the lonely know why I cry
Only the lonely
Roy, I disagree. Whilst tweren’t my idea for either of two former to bootscoot, I don’t bemoan their absence, nor beg they return. Sun, wrinkles, calendars have taught me so.
Dum dum dum, dummy doo wah
Ooh yay, yay, yay, yeah
Oh oh oh, oh oh ah
Only the lonely, only the lonely
Nuther Googled site suggests… Be happy (am that)… Do everything you would normally do with a partner or friend. (ahm, ok.. HA!).. “Learn something new. Learning is the most important aspect of living alone. It helps to keep the boogeyman away, and also gives you something to talk about when you do have to actually enter society.” Mebbe, but right now I think I’ll attack a Sudoku evil puzzle.
Get a pet. Scroll to above. Read. Scroll to above. Join an online community. Did. Exercise. Damnit. Listen to lots of music. Do. In fact, thanks to no air conditioning, I very much crank up the radio in my hot 1997 Buick LaSabre and allow others to hear old people tunes from the past. Music reverberates thru/to the soul. Good idea online lonely expert. Go outside. Another I’ve kinda avoided, and I “grew up” outdoors. Ok, will try sir (or ma’am).
Only the lonely
(Dum dum dum, dummy doo wah)
Know the heartaches I?ve been through
(Ooh yay, yay, yay, yeah)
Only the lonely
(Dum dum dum, dummy doo wah)
Know I cry and cry for you
(Dum dum dum, dummy doo wah)
All in all, alone ain’t bad. I can remember, when in relationship, family setting – how I still cherished alone time. Victor, you speaky with forked tongue, fess up brother.. you’re so GD (gosh darn) horny, and you can’t wait until that day you see her walk from the bed to the bathroom after ((STOP! I have family here!.. you can’t read my mind! Whothehell are you?!!!))
Maybe tomorrow, a new romance
No more sorrow but that?s the chance
You?ve got to take, if your lonely heart breaks
Only the lonely
(Dum dum dum, dummy doo wah)
Yet third online alone expert espouses “There’s a big difference between wanting somebody to be part of my world and not being able to function without that person.” Oh, I likes that one. Alone ain’t ideal, but, it’s like poker. You play the hand you’re dealt. I likes poker. I likes life. Sometimes I fold, sometimes I rake ‘em in. Smoke cigs, have a beer. Share (repeated) ‘war stories’. Laugh, look, people watch, ‘converse’ inwardly, mind going a mile a minute.
Sure, I’d love to walk into the Ford dealer and say “yep, gimme that fancy, new, blue, souped up 2010 Mustang over there sir.” Reality. What is. Checkenginelight. 1997 Buick LaSabre. Me/music cranked. Dum dum dum, dummy doo wah.
Only the lonely. Love, Victurd. (Victurd, I love you too!)
Ooh yay, yay, yay, yeah
Oh oh oh, oh oh ah
Only the lonely, only the lonely
Computer teach me “There is a great difference between being lonely and being alone.” Reckon that’s true. Also say “Contrary to many beliefs, the elderly are not the most lonely among us. It is young people who are most lonely.” K, but this ole house is hella quiet.
Only the lonely
(Dum dum dum, dummy doo wah)
Know the way I feel tonight
(Ooh yay, yay, yay, yeah)
Only the lonely
(Dum dum dum, dummy doo wah)
Know this feeling ain?t right
(Dum dum dum, dummy doo wah)
Wonder who/how one becomes expert on lonely, ‘nuff to give online advice. Basta prolly married, house chock fulla rugrats. Continues, when lonely: write letters (eh, I do, emails.)…read (not a book person).. paint (ahm, next please).. sew (you have GOT to be kidding me)..
care for a pet (aha, now this I like… son, awhilst back, “Dad, meet our new cat Bandit.” Bandit has Zorro like markings, kinda cool. Three months later. “Dad, getting an apartment. Oh, and they don’t allow pets.” Ever since whatshername backed over onea our cats, any cats here have been exclusively indoor cats. Bandit ain’t fixed. So he be outdoor cat. Ie, hella more successful in the game than his master. Goes, 20, 30, FORTY days at a time. “Ah, he ain’t coming back this time, prolly met his maker with a raccoon, bobcat or something.” And then, he’s crying to get in. Remembers, after 40+ days, where bowl, litter box, my lap, favorite sunning spot is. Interesting little cat.)
There goes my baby, there goes my heart
They?re gone forever, so far apart
But only the lonely know why I cry
Only the lonely
Roy, I disagree. Whilst tweren’t my idea for either of two former to bootscoot, I don’t bemoan their absence, nor beg they return. Sun, wrinkles, calendars have taught me so.
Dum dum dum, dummy doo wah
Ooh yay, yay, yay, yeah
Oh oh oh, oh oh ah
Only the lonely, only the lonely
Nuther Googled site suggests… Be happy (am that)… Do everything you would normally do with a partner or friend. (ahm, ok.. HA!).. “Learn something new. Learning is the most important aspect of living alone. It helps to keep the boogeyman away, and also gives you something to talk about when you do have to actually enter society.” Mebbe, but right now I think I’ll attack a Sudoku evil puzzle.
Get a pet. Scroll to above. Read. Scroll to above. Join an online community. Did. Exercise. Damnit. Listen to lots of music. Do. In fact, thanks to no air conditioning, I very much crank up the radio in my hot 1997 Buick LaSabre and allow others to hear old people tunes from the past. Music reverberates thru/to the soul. Good idea online lonely expert. Go outside. Another I’ve kinda avoided, and I “grew up” outdoors. Ok, will try sir (or ma’am).
Only the lonely
(Dum dum dum, dummy doo wah)
Know the heartaches I?ve been through
(Ooh yay, yay, yay, yeah)
Only the lonely
(Dum dum dum, dummy doo wah)
Know I cry and cry for you
(Dum dum dum, dummy doo wah)
All in all, alone ain’t bad. I can remember, when in relationship, family setting – how I still cherished alone time. Victor, you speaky with forked tongue, fess up brother.. you’re so GD (gosh darn) horny, and you can’t wait until that day you see her walk from the bed to the bathroom after ((STOP! I have family here!.. you can’t read my mind! Whothehell are you?!!!))
Maybe tomorrow, a new romance
No more sorrow but that?s the chance
You?ve got to take, if your lonely heart breaks
Only the lonely
(Dum dum dum, dummy doo wah)
Yet third online alone expert espouses “There’s a big difference between wanting somebody to be part of my world and not being able to function without that person.” Oh, I likes that one. Alone ain’t ideal, but, it’s like poker. You play the hand you’re dealt. I likes poker. I likes life. Sometimes I fold, sometimes I rake ‘em in. Smoke cigs, have a beer. Share (repeated) ‘war stories’. Laugh, look, people watch, ‘converse’ inwardly, mind going a mile a minute.
Sure, I’d love to walk into the Ford dealer and say “yep, gimme that fancy, new, blue, souped up 2010 Mustang over there sir.” Reality. What is. Checkenginelight. 1997 Buick LaSabre. Me/music cranked. Dum dum dum, dummy doo wah.
Only the lonely. Love, Victurd. (Victurd, I love you too!)
Saturday, October 02, 2010
A winter's day...
Rock?
A winter's day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
The next stanza is really sad to me. Closing off life. Not allowing it to invade. Easier to not feel than feel. Sad, really really sad.
I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I so so enjoy those moments where feel overcomes control. I think aging is a wonderful tonic to allow those emotions to surface. Cry damnit, for it’s ok.
Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Wasn’t my intent to turn this to “loved and lost”, but the lyrics made me do it. Been there, no great regrets. Many a good/great hour, day, week, year. Little things, from the shoes, nowadays really stir me. Last night, WJC basketball reunion banquet. Seeing a couple of gal former teammates glance at each other across the room – hurriedly meet halfway for a great big “I love you as a person” hug. Farm out.
Watching the Ryder Cup, just this morning.. A long putt goes in, doesn’t matter the team, it’s watching the jubilation, the glee, the ‘just after’ moment that causes me to well up. "Feel" moves.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I love allowing life to happen. To feel. To see pics on Facebook of a new granny with her babe in arms. To watch the parents watch their kids in the Mickey D play area, the excitement of the little ones face transferring the joy to the faces of the parents. Nice.
My father grew up in the era of “men don’t/shouldn’t show emotion.” As my father’s bastard Parkinsons progressed – it did afford one positive. When those heart tug, emotional life moments came, dad was brought out of his controlled stare. Chin quivered, eyes watered, words were difficult to get out. Nice. Very. I knew he ‘felt’ all those years.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
Life bebbe, it’s for feeling. For if we leave here without feeling, the hell’s the use in even ever being here. I am truly gonna try to live, from hither on out, like “today is my last day here.”… “Shit” can run off my shoulders. Money woes, sure, they’ll happen. I, though, plan to be in the driver’s seat in dealing with, or not dealing so well with, emotion - and that's certainly ok by me.
I am thankful to emote. Little stuff plays large. The element of surprise, the joy of familiarity, God’s gift of eyesight… wrinkles earned in smile. Crow’s feet formed by an occasional tear. I don’t care. I’m here to feel. Today might be my/our last day, ya just never know. Open sesame heart. Life rocks, rocks don’t. Love, Victurd.
A winter's day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
The next stanza is really sad to me. Closing off life. Not allowing it to invade. Easier to not feel than feel. Sad, really really sad.
I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I so so enjoy those moments where feel overcomes control. I think aging is a wonderful tonic to allow those emotions to surface. Cry damnit, for it’s ok.
Don't talk of love,
But I've heard the words before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Wasn’t my intent to turn this to “loved and lost”, but the lyrics made me do it. Been there, no great regrets. Many a good/great hour, day, week, year. Little things, from the shoes, nowadays really stir me. Last night, WJC basketball reunion banquet. Seeing a couple of gal former teammates glance at each other across the room – hurriedly meet halfway for a great big “I love you as a person” hug. Farm out.
Watching the Ryder Cup, just this morning.. A long putt goes in, doesn’t matter the team, it’s watching the jubilation, the glee, the ‘just after’ moment that causes me to well up. "Feel" moves.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
I love allowing life to happen. To feel. To see pics on Facebook of a new granny with her babe in arms. To watch the parents watch their kids in the Mickey D play area, the excitement of the little ones face transferring the joy to the faces of the parents. Nice.
My father grew up in the era of “men don’t/shouldn’t show emotion.” As my father’s bastard Parkinsons progressed – it did afford one positive. When those heart tug, emotional life moments came, dad was brought out of his controlled stare. Chin quivered, eyes watered, words were difficult to get out. Nice. Very. I knew he ‘felt’ all those years.
And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.
Life bebbe, it’s for feeling. For if we leave here without feeling, the hell’s the use in even ever being here. I am truly gonna try to live, from hither on out, like “today is my last day here.”… “Shit” can run off my shoulders. Money woes, sure, they’ll happen. I, though, plan to be in the driver’s seat in dealing with, or not dealing so well with, emotion - and that's certainly ok by me.
I am thankful to emote. Little stuff plays large. The element of surprise, the joy of familiarity, God’s gift of eyesight… wrinkles earned in smile. Crow’s feet formed by an occasional tear. I don’t care. I’m here to feel. Today might be my/our last day, ya just never know. Open sesame heart. Life rocks, rocks don’t. Love, Victurd.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Hide and Seek…..
Love(d) this game. Who needed athletic prowess? Ingenuity was all it took. Mebbe notta sole on the planet who hasn’t partaken in some fashion of Hide and Seek….. Hide and Seek is about “the day”… “the who”… “the where”…”the age’”.. “the fun.” Long after the dinner bell, the whiffle ball games, church (Victor, you never went to church as a kid).. Bite me!… the chores……..YIPPEE! Time for Hide and Seek!
God Bless growing up next door to the Flanigans (9 kids). Hell, if only half of ‘em wanted to play – still, a decent game. Certain we all have the rosters of yesteryear tucked away proudly in our brain… Strangely, the black and white pics from back then are so colorful now…
Different versions.. different rules.. same special memories…….
Will never forget my son’s first game of hide & seek, indoors – right around age 4. Mebbe 5 of his cousins over… first time he hid, he knelt by the sofa, placed a blanket over the top of his head… hehe.. WELL! He couldn’t see THEM!..
Do kids play hide and seek nowadays? I don’t see ‘em outside. Too bad. Victor, that sounded old. That I am. But, ne’er too old for a great game of Hide and Seek. I think I mentioned not long ago… here in cubicle world at work, you can normally hear about 8-10 folks nearby on the phone. One day…
(Sorry, that paragraph was getting long… I’m old, weird.. figured time to start anew).. One day at work, I overhear my very good friend Mary T speaking into the phone “Oh yes, that would be a question for Vic Schultze… hang on justa second, I’ll go ask him”.. YIPPEEE! I getta play hide and seek again! Under my desk I went… All two hunnerd pounds ‘mostly’ tucked up under… soon… giggles is all I hear.. HA! I won I won! Victor, will you ever grow up? Nope, nada, no. Never.
Bar with outtta town cousin, here in my stomping grounds. A rare happening (so, being together was wonderful, truly. ) Walked in, first thing “Victor, where’s the women’s restroom?” Huh? “Yeah, THAT’S where you sit.” So, another twist to the game of Hide and Seek, grumpy ole single men style.
There’s also, at work, some immature idiot that likes to shoot rubber bands over the tops of the cubicle walls in hope of shock value. He’s got quite a collection of rubber bands, and if he runs out, all he’s gotta do it walk up to the Document Control Window (we’re paperless now too, btw) and ask for anudder handful! One day, this dude shot one at his supervisor – and shortly after doing so, ducked, ran out to smoke. Hide and seek.
When I got back from my smoke… er.. I mean when this immature idiot got back from his smoke, he got back on task, which meant left hand on coffee cup, right hand on mouse. Mouse wasn’t cooperating. No arrow. No clicky. Plugged in? Yep. Power? Yep. Dust in it? Dunno, lemme turn it over. A one inch by one inch note “April Fools” taped up under. I loved it. Late fitties, still enjoying Hide and Seek.
Hanging on to yesterday for fear of today/tomorrow? I don’t give a rats. Color me A Christmas Story, The Breakfast Club, Stand By Me, Ferris Buehler’s Day Off, American Grafitti.. Hide and seek until the day I keel.
Ally ally in free. Love, Victurd.
God Bless growing up next door to the Flanigans (9 kids). Hell, if only half of ‘em wanted to play – still, a decent game. Certain we all have the rosters of yesteryear tucked away proudly in our brain… Strangely, the black and white pics from back then are so colorful now…
Different versions.. different rules.. same special memories…….
Will never forget my son’s first game of hide & seek, indoors – right around age 4. Mebbe 5 of his cousins over… first time he hid, he knelt by the sofa, placed a blanket over the top of his head… hehe.. WELL! He couldn’t see THEM!..
Do kids play hide and seek nowadays? I don’t see ‘em outside. Too bad. Victor, that sounded old. That I am. But, ne’er too old for a great game of Hide and Seek. I think I mentioned not long ago… here in cubicle world at work, you can normally hear about 8-10 folks nearby on the phone. One day…
(Sorry, that paragraph was getting long… I’m old, weird.. figured time to start anew).. One day at work, I overhear my very good friend Mary T speaking into the phone “Oh yes, that would be a question for Vic Schultze… hang on justa second, I’ll go ask him”.. YIPPEEE! I getta play hide and seek again! Under my desk I went… All two hunnerd pounds ‘mostly’ tucked up under… soon… giggles is all I hear.. HA! I won I won! Victor, will you ever grow up? Nope, nada, no. Never.
Bar with outtta town cousin, here in my stomping grounds. A rare happening (so, being together was wonderful, truly. ) Walked in, first thing “Victor, where’s the women’s restroom?” Huh? “Yeah, THAT’S where you sit.” So, another twist to the game of Hide and Seek, grumpy ole single men style.
There’s also, at work, some immature idiot that likes to shoot rubber bands over the tops of the cubicle walls in hope of shock value. He’s got quite a collection of rubber bands, and if he runs out, all he’s gotta do it walk up to the Document Control Window (we’re paperless now too, btw) and ask for anudder handful! One day, this dude shot one at his supervisor – and shortly after doing so, ducked, ran out to smoke. Hide and seek.
When I got back from my smoke… er.. I mean when this immature idiot got back from his smoke, he got back on task, which meant left hand on coffee cup, right hand on mouse. Mouse wasn’t cooperating. No arrow. No clicky. Plugged in? Yep. Power? Yep. Dust in it? Dunno, lemme turn it over. A one inch by one inch note “April Fools” taped up under. I loved it. Late fitties, still enjoying Hide and Seek.
Hanging on to yesterday for fear of today/tomorrow? I don’t give a rats. Color me A Christmas Story, The Breakfast Club, Stand By Me, Ferris Buehler’s Day Off, American Grafitti.. Hide and seek until the day I keel.
Ally ally in free. Love, Victurd.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
It's easy.
Love truly is a many splendored thing. I’ve heard of a family, over the years, they never dared uttering “the L word” amongst each other. I understand there IS love within, just baby trouble expressing so. Kinda sad.
There's nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you
in time - It's easy.
I’m a huge fan of the word love. And I don’t just mean the “oh baby oh baby” kinda love. I mean daily love. Love of people, love of animals, love of life, work, events, and all within. Sure, ‘tis cool to scoff at rose colored glasses – I don’t care. Smiling gets me thru the day.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
Article in the paper yesterday.. some guy didn’t like the way another guy looked at him, so he pulled out his Exacto and sliced him a few times. Geez. I think he missed having love in his life – or – wouldn’t allow it in. No comprende constant anger. Persistent bickering. Having 55 happy minutes every hour, and bemoaning the crappy five.
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
There's nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
It's easy.
Victor, so you’re this highfalutin marvel who does everything perfectly eh? Borrowing from my fun stepson “Not no’s, but hells no’s”.. I DO love people. I DO love life. Being an old single fart ain’t the easiest part in the comedy of life – thus, I very very much try to focus on love… insteada hate, anger, loud, prejudice, partisan, that stuff.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
All you need is love (all together now)
All you need is love (everybody)
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Life ain’t perfect – that we all know. I’m in love with it though. Bumps in the road no matta what you drive. I love my family. I love my job (I have work at fun). I love my friends. (Ok, admittedly not real fond of Gladys Cravats next door, so I try not to thinka her, unless I’m shooting darts).. I love you…. and you…. and that… and this… and those.. .and them.. (Here’s the part where Victor tells you “I ain’t preaching.. I write to myself.. hitchhikers welcome”) I encourage usage of the word love. To family, sure. To friends, absolutely. To the weather. To the situation. To the outlook. All you need is love, love, love is all you need. Love, Victurd.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game
It's easy.
Love truly is a many splendored thing. I’ve heard of a family, over the years, they never dared uttering “the L word” amongst each other. I understand there IS love within, just baby trouble expressing so. Kinda sad.
There's nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you
in time - It's easy.
I’m a huge fan of the word love. And I don’t just mean the “oh baby oh baby” kinda love. I mean daily love. Love of people, love of animals, love of life, work, events, and all within. Sure, ‘tis cool to scoff at rose colored glasses – I don’t care. Smiling gets me thru the day.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
Article in the paper yesterday.. some guy didn’t like the way another guy looked at him, so he pulled out his Exacto and sliced him a few times. Geez. I think he missed having love in his life – or – wouldn’t allow it in. No comprende constant anger. Persistent bickering. Having 55 happy minutes every hour, and bemoaning the crappy five.
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
There's nothing you can know that isn't known.
Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.
It's easy.
Victor, so you’re this highfalutin marvel who does everything perfectly eh? Borrowing from my fun stepson “Not no’s, but hells no’s”.. I DO love people. I DO love life. Being an old single fart ain’t the easiest part in the comedy of life – thus, I very very much try to focus on love… insteada hate, anger, loud, prejudice, partisan, that stuff.
All you need is love, all you need is love,
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
All you need is love (all together now)
All you need is love (everybody)
All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Life ain’t perfect – that we all know. I’m in love with it though. Bumps in the road no matta what you drive. I love my family. I love my job (I have work at fun). I love my friends. (Ok, admittedly not real fond of Gladys Cravats next door, so I try not to thinka her, unless I’m shooting darts).. I love you…. and you…. and that… and this… and those.. .and them.. (Here’s the part where Victor tells you “I ain’t preaching.. I write to myself.. hitchhikers welcome”) I encourage usage of the word love. To family, sure. To friends, absolutely. To the weather. To the situation. To the outlook. All you need is love, love, love is all you need. Love, Victurd.
Monday, September 20, 2010
I don’t repeat gossip….. so listen close the first time…
Yes, all ears perked. We’ve all been there… “Did you hear about so-and –so?”… And, apologies Father, I’ve admittedly been there too. Color me guilty as charged too. In fact, just yesterday, emailed two’a my bestest buds about “the latest” trials, tribulations of a common friend – and, (Victor, are you gonna try to JUSTIFY gossiping?) this friend perty much ‘earned’ our right to gossip about said friend. (Mebbe.)
Wiki, I understand, is “by we, the people”, so, therefore, it bears fault. I was perty astonished though as I read portions where it kinda-sorta praised gossip: “Helps individuals learn social information about other individuals in the organization (often without even having to meet the other individual)… Inform individuals as to what is considered socially acceptable behavior within the organization…Builds social networks of individuals by bonding co-workers together and affiliating people with each other.” REALLY?? In Wiki defense – it did list cancerous examples of gossip too…
Thought fun, another example of gossip I found online.. “One manager I know decided she was going to stamp out gossip. She called a meeting and scolded the group, “I won’t tolerate this constant gossiping,” she said. “If I catch anyone gossiping they are going to have to answer to me.” All the team members sat around the table and no one spoke. As soon as the meeting was adjourned, they all went back to their desks and started sending emails to each other about the meeting; some talked in the rest room and others in the break room. In other words, the manager didn’t wipe out gossip—she just drove it deeper underground. And she gave them something new to gossip about!” After the meeting the manager prolly whispered into the ears of the assistant manager “there, that oughta stop the lil’ bastards.” HA!
Whilst I have been guilty – gossip does tend to make me uncomfy. It makes ya think “hmmm.. if that person is talking about that other person… then I wonder if they talk about me too when I ain’t around?” Who gossips with you will gossip of you.
There’s that situation where you walk around the corner, or, in our glorious now-cubicle-world, you walk into the cubicle… two are talking (purposely) SO low that only their ears can hear. YUCK! UNCOMFY. STOP-IT-DAMNIT! Even worse if they suddenly DO stop talking. Uh oh, it’s about me!
Gossip helps entertain us as we await the long lines of Piggly Wiggly. For whatever reason, we’re enthralled with “the latest scoop” on celebs – and thankfully, we take it “for whatever it’s worth.” Many a rich magazine mogel though..
I, personally, love men’s restrooms in dirty old, skanky bars. Hehe. I DO! I won’t repeat anything here though (I now have young relatives as friends on FB… DAMNIT!.. [no, not damnit they’re my friends…. it’s just that now I have to tone down my gossi… er.. wording].)
The old classroom experiment where the teacher has all the kids seated in a circle.. she whispers a three sentence long statement into the ears of the first kid… who then tries to repeat/whisper it to the one sitting next to them – and so on, so forth, around the circle until the final kiddo stands up to repeat what (gossip?) was handed down – and it’s always remarkably different from the beginning statement. I reckon same goes for gossip. So-and-so slept with so-and-so turns into “yeah… they’ve had 12 kids together.. hadn’t you heard?”
Personal vendetta gossip. To me, hearing this go on is about as exciting as watching the weather channel. It’s reinforcement for the teller, and music to go to sleep by for me. Patooey. Clam-it biotch (with apologies to my young relatives who are now my FB friends…. Uncle Victor is really a nice old man, and normally that sumbitch rarely cusses.)
I will now go… listen… expect.. happens… Gossip, apparently, has it’s place in this world. If it didn’t, it’d be shelved like Fonzie, Rubik’s cube, Gumby, the Ouija board, and Betty Boop.
Time to leave.. Go take on the day. Say? Did you hear what that creepy Dr. Laura did? Ohhh… nevermind.. (Thankfully, there’s a POSITIVE form of gossip too… where you say “Did you hear about so-and-so?” And then follow with the good deed, job well done, atta boy/girl thingy they’ve accomplished… YAY!)
Will Rogers even once chimed in on gossip… “Live that you wouldn’t be ashamed to sell the family parrot to the town gossip.” Happy day, love Victurd.
Wiki, I understand, is “by we, the people”, so, therefore, it bears fault. I was perty astonished though as I read portions where it kinda-sorta praised gossip: “Helps individuals learn social information about other individuals in the organization (often without even having to meet the other individual)… Inform individuals as to what is considered socially acceptable behavior within the organization…Builds social networks of individuals by bonding co-workers together and affiliating people with each other.” REALLY?? In Wiki defense – it did list cancerous examples of gossip too…
Thought fun, another example of gossip I found online.. “One manager I know decided she was going to stamp out gossip. She called a meeting and scolded the group, “I won’t tolerate this constant gossiping,” she said. “If I catch anyone gossiping they are going to have to answer to me.” All the team members sat around the table and no one spoke. As soon as the meeting was adjourned, they all went back to their desks and started sending emails to each other about the meeting; some talked in the rest room and others in the break room. In other words, the manager didn’t wipe out gossip—she just drove it deeper underground. And she gave them something new to gossip about!” After the meeting the manager prolly whispered into the ears of the assistant manager “there, that oughta stop the lil’ bastards.” HA!
Whilst I have been guilty – gossip does tend to make me uncomfy. It makes ya think “hmmm.. if that person is talking about that other person… then I wonder if they talk about me too when I ain’t around?” Who gossips with you will gossip of you.
There’s that situation where you walk around the corner, or, in our glorious now-cubicle-world, you walk into the cubicle… two are talking (purposely) SO low that only their ears can hear. YUCK! UNCOMFY. STOP-IT-DAMNIT! Even worse if they suddenly DO stop talking. Uh oh, it’s about me!
Gossip helps entertain us as we await the long lines of Piggly Wiggly. For whatever reason, we’re enthralled with “the latest scoop” on celebs – and thankfully, we take it “for whatever it’s worth.” Many a rich magazine mogel though..
I, personally, love men’s restrooms in dirty old, skanky bars. Hehe. I DO! I won’t repeat anything here though (I now have young relatives as friends on FB… DAMNIT!.. [no, not damnit they’re my friends…. it’s just that now I have to tone down my gossi… er.. wording].)
The old classroom experiment where the teacher has all the kids seated in a circle.. she whispers a three sentence long statement into the ears of the first kid… who then tries to repeat/whisper it to the one sitting next to them – and so on, so forth, around the circle until the final kiddo stands up to repeat what (gossip?) was handed down – and it’s always remarkably different from the beginning statement. I reckon same goes for gossip. So-and-so slept with so-and-so turns into “yeah… they’ve had 12 kids together.. hadn’t you heard?”
Personal vendetta gossip. To me, hearing this go on is about as exciting as watching the weather channel. It’s reinforcement for the teller, and music to go to sleep by for me. Patooey. Clam-it biotch (with apologies to my young relatives who are now my FB friends…. Uncle Victor is really a nice old man, and normally that sumbitch rarely cusses.)
I will now go… listen… expect.. happens… Gossip, apparently, has it’s place in this world. If it didn’t, it’d be shelved like Fonzie, Rubik’s cube, Gumby, the Ouija board, and Betty Boop.
Time to leave.. Go take on the day. Say? Did you hear what that creepy Dr. Laura did? Ohhh… nevermind.. (Thankfully, there’s a POSITIVE form of gossip too… where you say “Did you hear about so-and-so?” And then follow with the good deed, job well done, atta boy/girl thingy they’ve accomplished… YAY!)
Will Rogers even once chimed in on gossip… “Live that you wouldn’t be ashamed to sell the family parrot to the town gossip.” Happy day, love Victurd.
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