ADRENALIN

I DON'T CARE ANYMORE! If I don't learn not to, this this old boys internal pump is gonna blow and "MELTDOWN". They'll soon be in-casing me in cement... So after living quite a spell, how do you just press the erase button and not give a ***k? If I am successful and don't care, get upset or worry about anything I will live longer. Well la-de-da,  just smack my ass!!! If-un that's all everybody-ee in the whole ****ing world needs to do why in the hell is the whole world ****ed up on drugs legal or not!!! And the rest want to be!!! IT AIN'T THAT EASY BOYS AND GIRLS! No sir-ree bob-a-louie!!!

Let's take something I love and I'll try not to care about it anymore. I love peanut M&M's, just seeing those two letters make my mouth water. A peanut with choc-O-late on the outside, with bright colors. Its like a Rainbow, or Easter Eggs in a bag. I open the bag and spread them out on a napkin and eat them slowly, saving the red ones for last, after all them reds ones are the prettiest and taste the best. Ya'all think I can just quit...

Quite possibly not the best example, I'll try again. My number uno pet peeve after working mucho years and supervising in an Industrial environment. (Damn seems like Jose is trying to steal my brain.) Laziness is my pet peeve! So do ya'all think I can just close my eyes and visit my "Happy Place" when Jimmy, Joe, Bob Dum-Ass is a-makin my job harder! This ol boy wasn't taught to work that way!!! When Jimmy makes my job harder from his laziness "ADRENALIN" starts releasing that caveman let's kick some ass mentality. If someone is behaving as an IDIOT, I don't have no problem a-tellin them! I don't have no trouble a-being the "GRAND POPPY FROM HELL"  and tell them, only I won't sugar coat it!!! I grew up in a time when we didn't worry about correctness and politically correct crap. I used simple action verb type words to make a point. Not mamsy pamsy words like please get your act together huh! uh! I would say four letter verb words. (You thought I was going to type a bunch of them bad words didn't ya.)

 Anyhow to get to the title of this here story, I forgot??? One momento please... Oh yeah ADRENALIN! I have come to the conclusion it is like a drug, I must have it! If I don't have that "BOOST" and get that feeling that the evil Dinosaurus Wreck-us is coming to eat me I cannot function mentally. The adrenalin blows out the cobwebs and don't allow spiders to start stringing their web. "Raid for my brain"! So them there Doc's tell me be cool or be real COOL!!! (That deserves a chuckle, come on.) How can you change who you are?

I must work because I need such trivial things such as food, shelter, heat, Doctor care, medicine , you now all the fine extras money can buy.

If I could wave a magic wand and or become someone else who would I be? Well my childhood hero use to say all the time, "I AM, WHAT I AM."

Thank you for visiting my humble blog. GLEN VIEW

JUST ANOTHER DAY 4/27/2011

We babies, sleep, laugh, cry, poop and pee. Sorry, I forgot throw up. Feed me, pat my back, then I belch and nappy time! I dream about the good ol days. Just the perfect temperature, made you feel snuggly warm and comfortable. My only concern during those days was when something penetrated my Mommie and I was tossed around! Then Oh...Oh...Oh...Ah...Ahh.... Then I would become real relaxed.

My first glimpse of life was my Mommie expelling me. I wake up early for this!!! My head is stuck, I wanna go home! I'm being evicted! Hey, take it easy too much pressure on my little head, squish, plop! I'm cold I wanna go home! I don't like it here, there's something hurting my eyes, (what's eyes?) I don't like it! I get snipped, poked, prodded and washed (I kinda like that!) Then I hear my voice for the first time. "HELLO". I'll do the Waaa-Waaa song as soon as I get enough air, I'll fracture some glasses with that! They place a warm fuzzy hat on my head, ooh feels so good, oh no! I have no hair. Waaah, Waaah, I can't go through life wearing a stocking cap! I'm too young to join a hood! If I could get some shades perhaps I could salvage some respect. Aaah, I'm wrapped in a soft warm blankee, almost as snug as what my Momma used to be.

There's one of them Big Headed Creatures starting to get on my freshly realized nerves. He gets right up in my face, don't you just hate that, smells like coffee and unbrushed teeth. Here I am a brand spanking new baby as snug as a bug in a rug and just had a bath, Euuhh! After Big Head gets done playing ball with me, he sticks things in places I hadn't realized I even had places! He places a terribly cold thing on my fresh new baby skin, front and back! Whew, I bet I'm sweating, that's more work than I've done in nine months.

We, "Wee Ones," know more than them Big Headed "Lu-Lu's think we do. We start getting Baby mail thru the Navelnet at 6 months. We start loading vital Baby Data from our Mommie.

It's been quite a day, I need nourishment, seems a file mentioned sucking for nourishment. One of them ugly Big Headed Bozos, lays me beside my Momma. My mouth's puckering, but my vision is shot! Hello There!!! my mouth found that "suckee thing"!!! After nourishment, I'm slapped on my back. Hey! take it easy, I'm a tiny tot, Buuurp! I lay beside my Mommie and visit Nappy town, where I reminisce of the good ol days.

Being shot out of a cannon was the worst day of my life. As days go by, I get use to the Big Headed Ones, even the one who has sandpaper for a chin. Don't they know how delicate baby skin is! I suppose its "Just Another Day."    

S-T-R-A-N-G-E-N-E-S-S 4/26/2011

For about four days more or less, I have had an unusual feeling centered deep within. Not happy, not sad, not angry, no hate, no love. A strangeness has overtook my mind and soul! It's as though my soul's light is dimmed, good or bad, I cannot say at this time. Its not an uneasiness, yet an uncomfortable unusual feeling. The last several post have been an exercise somehow that have not come easy, but somehow cast importance for the future, if this makes any sense. I struggle at 3 am in the morn, my mind is stuck in low gear and my body is drugged by unknown drugs or forces. I did not go to work today, I have spent all day sleeping. I could not wake myself up, I had no desire to do so , I merely wish to lie there in a dream induced euphoria! By doing this I hope to regain "ME". WE out there in the universe need to be INDIVIDUALS not CLONES. Uniqueness, ignites our minds our spirits! Do we wish to read all the Blogs of the world and they say the same? I don't think so!!! If we possess nothing else, other than reading the simple thoughts of someone like me or the eloquence of real writers on the inter net, before the "EVIL ENTITIES" find ways to block us regular everyday "PEOPLE OF THE WORLD". "WE", wee ones are, and never have been "THE ENEMY". You simply read the words of the real people from around the globe, HERE ON THE "PEOPLE NET". The true power of the UNIVERSE know that. From the beginning of the "EVIL ONES", they have chained us. How?, by giving us some simplicities of freedom. Letting us buy houses and cars, have children. All the time we thought those of us that are luckier or better off than the rest of the worlds slaves. I grew up thinking, sorry brainwashed into thinking that my country was the epitome of the world. The most recent round of shenanigans by the... the...  POLICE-TICIANS and the out and out thievery of the... the... MONEY-STEALING INSTITUTIONS-OF-AROUND-THE-GLOBE, has sealed the fate of mankind. I grew up in a simple family, loving Christmas, reading Mark Twain, believing in the 10 commandments, trusting Police, Clergy our Government and where has that taken "WE" the backbone of society. WE the ONES that have never questioned, paid our dues by paying taxes, losing lives at the hands of THE POWERS THAT  BE. Yikes, 20 years ago I would laugh at what I think now. This manual/book was written and implemented eons ago by the "EVIL ONES". The "EVI...LLL ENTITIES show no loyalty to any nation, it is about control and domination, they play Chess with "OUR LIVES"!!! I on the other hand question everything today!!! Am I paranoid??? I don't think so!!! If anyone cannot look around and see what's going on with OUR world then you are part of the soon to me extinct animals, that perish everyday. We carry inside all of us remnants of CHERNOBYL. WE ARE AS JOINED TOGETHER AS CERTAINLY AS SIAMESE TWINS YET WE DON'T UNDERSTAND IT!!! Remember president Eisenhower warned us in I believe 1958 "beware of the growing MILITARY COMPLEX". That in itself seems unimaginable for a president to say today!!! All a simple man like me can say is, if someone like myself can open my eyes and see with childlike curiosity and intelligence the designed EVIL UNDERTAKINGS going on. I cringe when supposedly intelligent educated ones argue over Politics. We have two JOE BLOWS running and who is pulling their puppet strings. YEP THE "EVIL ONES".
In my most humble opinion the last "Hope" for America was JFK, Bobby Kennedy & Martin Luther King. I think they were the last real people that still believed in the America. Since then "THE EVIL ONES" have corralled every aspect of the the American way and spread to the rest of the world. "SUPERMAN where are you know"???..... The turning point in my life came after the lowest point in my life. Every night I would drive out into the countryside away from the lights of the big city and view the most amazing spectacle that I had ever seen!!! It truly was a life altering moment, even though I didn't regard it as such at the time..... I tease you for a moment sorry..... The comet Hale-Bopp!!! Nothing has ever had such a profound effect on me. It came at a time of great sadness and hardship in my life, yet gave me a bit of strength in ways still not understood!!!! I felt so small, so unimportant, so meaningless, lest it gave me "HOPE" somehow!!! After the events of 9/11 I'm CONVINCED THAT WAS THE BEGINNING OF THE END!!! "THE EVIL ONES" showed themselves and showed us, the last great hurrah of a country who was running the "Greatest Show on Earth". MONEY/POWER HUNGER MONGERS HEADS POP UP FROM THEIR SNAKE PITS. "WE KNOW WHAT'S BEST AND WE DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU THE SLAVES OF THE PLANET".... Just look at what perversity has been bestowed on the planet and the countries of the world work together on lies fabricated from the family of a Texas "shit shooting" cowboy!!! Am I being a mite to hard on a rich Texas family? The truth bears the truth!!!! Iraq, Afghanistan, Libya and so on and so forth to come. Where does the mighty hand of '"THE EVIL ONES" go next, stay tuned to your evening news it will be treated as just another "REALITY SHOW" interlaced with advertisements of new cars, new meds, panty liners. We have been reduced to game playing air-brained individuals, no I strike individuals from the record, we are not individuals any more we are tax paying brainwashed, TV watching, Movie seeing non-reading, non-thinking bits of goop that we once were millions or billions of years ago. I don't think the PHD's of Science or the Theologians of the Bibles of the planet know. They all believe wherever the money trail leads is what they believe. Who are "THE EVIL ONES", WE are ALL part of "THE EVIL ONES"; however most are unaware, they place yardsigns and vote for their candidate all the time believing in their candidate, their party, their choice. GOOD GOLLY MISS MOLLY!!!  Wake up and smell the manure being spread here and across the globe, ya'all actually think "MONEY" grows on Printing Presses!!! OH MY! I'M SOUNDING LIKE JULIA SUGARBAKER ON A SHOW I USED TO WATCH WITH MY WIFE, AT THE END OF THE SHOW JULIA WOULD SPEAK HER MIND OVER SOME INJUSTICE OR THE OTHER. THAT IS WHY I LOVED HER, MY HOPE IS THAT IT'S NOT TO LATE!!!  

I may have gone overboard, nah, as far as I'm aware we still can speak our mind, at least for a while to come I hope!!! I grow old and am glad, I'm sorry to be pessimistic but barring help from some mighty powerful "EVIL" get rid of ones such as "THE GOOD ONES", like "THE GHOST BUSTERS", were done for!!!!!   WHEW, I'M MIGHTY GLAD TO GET THAT OFF MY HEART!!! Glen View's view.

HEAR ME, SEE ME, FEEL ME

A long, long, time ago, life begins. Earth in pre-infancy is forming receiving the proper nutrients, womb like nurturing, growing forming with the necessities of life deposited long ago. Waiting for just the right moment, “Mother Earth” fertile for life’s beginnings, sunlight, water, atmosphere all ideal, it is time for life to be “BEGIN!”

                Birthed into existence by a “BIG BANG” or “A CREATOR”, everything must work in harmony to bring life forth. On no timetable, humanoids are a long way off. Simple life must flourish and multiply millions of years before mankind.      

Communication between living organisms thru the wind and trees via “MOTHER EARTH”, rain carries the messages thru streams, oceans and underground reservoirs. The planet is “ONE”, unity and harmony is the key. Earth is a living entity “unique”, born of its own time and space meant to be different. 

                Plants and animals understand “MOTHER EARTH’S” message, using only what is needed for survival. The wise and strong prevail, all life forms harmonize for the good, of “ALL”. Survive, breed, populate, to “MOTHER EARTH’s” synchronicity. 

                P. H. D’s of all walks theorize, hypothesize. Theologians speak their views, wisdom from the Bible. So be it, evolution or creationism. I do not condone or disown but wish to speak my thoughts even though I have no “DOCTORATES”, purely a simple man voicing his humble opinion from living “my life.” Living creates understanding, if you are willing to use, your own and unique abilities, “SENSES”, different than simply the sentencing of life… We “supposedly” are the most intelligent animal. I do not sense that, the atrocity mankind has unleashed is against my definition of humanity!!!

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 HUMANE IS KIND, TENDER, MERCIFUL, CIVILIZING; REFINING… Mighty powerful beautifully inspiring words, would you not agree!!!

HUMANISM IS ANY SYSTEM OF THOUHT BASED ON THE INTEREST AND IDEALS OF HUMANITY. ALSO THE INTELLECTUAL MOVEMENT THAT STEMMED FROM THE GREEK AND LATIN CLASSICS DURING THE “MIDDLE AGES”.

HUMANITARIUN, A PERSON DEVOTED TO PROMOTING THE WELFARE OF HUMANITY; PHILANTROPIST. (PHILANTROPIST, A DESIRE TO HELP MANKIND, ESPECIALLY AS SHOWN BY GIFTS TO INSTITUTIONS, ETC.)

HUMANITY IS THE FACT OR QUALITY OF BEING HUMAN OR HUMANE, PEOPLE-----THE HUMANITIES LITERATURE, PHILOSOPHY, HISTORY, ETC, AS DISTINGUISHED FROM THE SCIENCES.

HUMANIZE, TO MAKE OR BECOME HUMAN OR HUMANE.

HUMANKIND IS MANKIND’ PEOPLE.

HUMANLY IS IN A HUMAN MANNER OR WITHIN HUMAN ABILITY OR KNOWLEDGE.

HUMANOID IS NEARLY HUMAN.

I sense more to come after thinking on these words with “HUMAN” in them. Somehow the time seems right to post this little humble post after EARTH DAY & EASTER!

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I have nothing to sell, but simply to voice, my thoughts and my opinions as “THE SIMPLE MAN.”

                Seems to me in the animal kingdom everything existed like an exquisite plan until “modern man” was painted in. That’s when the synchronization of “Mother Earth” started to crumble.  

                Now exactly when was that? Greed, hatred, jealousy, control and such human behavior started taking over. Modern man lost sync with “MOTHER EARTH”, simple survival was lost, replaced with materialistic,  gold, control, manipulation,  “EVIL” is unleashed upon “MOTHER EARTH” and she has cried mercifully ever since!!!    

                Why are simple survival needs, replaced with materialistic personal objects such as gold? Animals have no use for gold. Manipulation and control beyond basic needs is not understood by animal instincts. If you possessed all the gold in the world what good would that do for you in Mother Nature’s Kingdom! No, only value placed on something made valuable by the greed of mankind. Modern man writes this play. I believe it’s plausible that outside influences upset “MOTHER NATURE’S” balance!!!  Mass manipulators, destroyers, worshipers of gold, perhaps from other Planets or Realms must play this equation!!!

                I say, “THE EVIL ONES” came here with one thing in mind, to implant their own diseases into the early stage of humanity. “THE EVIL ONES” stake claim to “MOTHER EARTH” and continue to this day to pillage, plunder and destroy her. “THE EVIL DOERS” are the enemy of all life, they will not be happy until “MOTHER EARTH” or rather, all life is gone. 

                Why do we the average Joe’s and Josephine’s of our “MOTHER EARTH” allow this to happen? We the simple ones cannot fathom the mentality of such insidious “EVIL ENTITIES” such as the “EVIL ONES”!!! That is why they have reduced us to unintelligent animals and view us as the other lower forms. They allow us toys and such pleasures as long as they can continue to brainwash us into fighting their wars solely for the sake of their own gains and games. 

NOTE I TAKE EXCEPTION TO THE DICTIONARIES WORDING OF THE MIDDLE AGES GIVING WAY TO MODERN AGES, WERE THEY NOT GLADIATORS DURING THAT TIME FIGHTING TO THEIR DEATH AS A SPORT!!! SEEMS TO ME THEY WERE LIKE TODAY, RICH WITH SLAVE TO DO THEIR WORK AND ARMIES TO DO THEIR BIDING. JUST BECAUSE THEY HAD PHILPSOPHERS, MONUMENTAL BUILDINGS, MODERN LITERATURE, DOES THAT MAKE UP FOR “THE EVIL ONES”. I THINK NOT!!! IT SIMPLY SPREAD TO THE REST OF THE WORLD. THAT CERTAINLY WOULD QUALIFY FOR MODERN MAN. ARE THE CONQUEST RAPES AND PILLAGING OF A WHOLE WORLD AND LOSING OF MANY OF WORLDS OTHER CULTURES WHAT YOU WOULD WISH TO CALL MODERN MAN, THE DESTROYING OF ANYONE WHO STANDS IN YOUR WAY TO BUILDING A ONE WORLD GOVERNMENT BY “THE EVIL ONES”. THESE ELITIST OR SELF MADE PILLAGERS OF SOCIETY HAVE PUSHED US AND OUR MOTHER TO THE BRINK OF DESTRUCTION.

IS IT TOO LATE? THE “EVIL DOERS” OWN US, LOT, STOCK AND BARREL, DON’T KID YOURSELVES, WHILE WE SIMPLE PEOPLE, SIMPLY WISH TO RAISE A FAMILY AND ENJOY GOOD SIMPLE PLEASURES……… IN MY DREAMS AND VISIONS I SEE ONLY ONE WAY OUT. THE COSMIC POWERS OF ALL THE UNIVERSES MUST COME TOGETHER TO HELP US AND POOR OLD “MOTHER EARTH”. LET US IMAGINE, VISUALIZE, COMING TOGETHER IN WAYS “THE EVIL ONES” CANNOT UNDERSTAND TO RETAKE WHAT WAS ONCE TO BE THE SHINING PLANET OF THE UNIVERSE… PLEASE OH PLEASE COSMIC WONDERS HELP US !!!!!!!!!!

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I wish to introduce you to one man who learns to communicate with “MOTHER EARTH” the way that the Animal Kingdom can. He will be known as “The Server”. My first story will be how he received these abilities.  I hope to present a series of stories that I have dwelled on for years, my lifetime of inner torments have been drastically curtailed through “MOTHER NATURE’S OWN CREATURES”. I hope to do justice to her in my endeavors!!! 

 AS ALWAYS THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME TO COME INTO YOUR LIFE WITH SIMPLE HUMAN ENDEAVORS OF ONE MAN’S SEARCH FOR UNDERSTANDING OF HIS OWN UNIQUENESS HERE ON MOTHER EARTH.

FEELING KINDA GOOD/ YET KINDA PISSED OFF

I've had an easy day, yet I have an uneasy irritated feeling for some reason!!! I seem to wish to write but nothing stands out. I'll glance at the local and world news. If I don't find it I'll read political and that will definitely piss me off!!! Somethings definitely wrong, the same O same O.

It's Friday and it feels okay, but not the usual feeling of real good! Sheesh, I'm not even hungry, I am definitely sick, or something!!!! Dog glad to see me, that's normal but then I could go outside and come back in and my doggie would be just as happy to see me!!!!

I'll drink a glass of orange juice, I put a large glass in the freezer about half an hour ago, should be icy/slushy yum yum, just the way I like it! Damn, I left it on the counter top. This typifies my day, oh well I'll drink a little wine. "Yowza,"  tain't O. J. but will do for now. You see no highs or really no lows! Just cruising at hi-way speed, thinking nothing, creating nothing, solving nothing!!!

 Nothing, no gripes, no complaints. I've entered into the twilight zone for real!!! Very soon Rod will be coming out smoking a cigarette and introducing his next program and you'll see me driving alone on the highway of life showing no emotions, not listening to the oldies on the radio and driving a beat up old chevy! I've entered that in between world of reality/unreality, the place we go when we're having a day like I'm having today. What if I can't get out of this whatever/wherever I'm stuck in, is this eternity, stuck driving on cruise down the freeway of life, seeing nothing go by, feeling nothing, thinking nothing.

No adrenalin rushes, good or bad, to make me feel alive, neither good or bad, the adrenalin rushes make me feel "ALIVE," they make me feeel!!!! I must have the highs and the lows they make me, "ME," wine gone. Ah oh!

I go get my O. J. and eat a sausage and take my morning meds, I'll look at the same paper I looked at before while my meds kick in.

It seems as though it is the same as I read yesterday, the day before and the day before that. It will be the same tomorrow. I'm stuck in the groundhog realm!

I wish to write something meaningful or funny. I'm stuck in neutral, I'm out of wine or I would drink and see how silly I can get, just for the hell of it. My meds say do not drink alcohol when taking my meds. If I had more wine I could test that out. I feel the wooz-i-ness of my meds kicking in and hear a thunderstorm brewing, maybe, just maybe something is going to ignite my brain, wouldn't that be fun!

Oh that's a thought, how about spontaneous combustion. Have you ever heard of that? Humans for no reason burst into flames. Talk about a weenie roast! Seems like someone was giving an Alien some shit and the little gray zapped the pain in the ass with a ray gun.

Speaking of Aliens, not the ones from other countries, the kinds farther away than south of the Rio Grand, u-know ones from other planets. Have you ever been at the Big Gulp Convenience Stores at 3 AM. If you don't see some grade A, Aliens then you must be blind as a bat!!! Sometimes on weekends I can't sleep and I'll go get me some caffeine to make me sleep. Woopsy don't make a lot of sense after seeing it in print! Any how in the hot summer nights them damn Aliens are out in droves, um huh! I also think the cashiers are Aliens. Every time you go there is a new Alien or maybe they are shape shifting type Aliens, u-know.

One time I got me a Big Gulp and went over to Wally's world at 3 AM and as soon as I walk in the door I felt as though I was being watched, chills creep over my body. Around every aisle there was these strange looking ones with the same zombie look on their faces. I buy dog food and Old Spice, the repel deodorant for Aliens, oh yeah! you didn't know that, best pick you up some! By the time I got back to my space ship, I mean Saturn, I had lost time, two hours worth. I had been abducted, I know that for a fact. My Big Gulp was all water, all the ice was melted. I have visions of these big eyes and metal objects and strange lights and besides that my asshole was on fire. Them damn Aliens had rotor-rooted me, perverted sons-a-bitches!!!   

I'M ABOUT TO FALL ASLEEP AT THE COMPUTER. JUST FOR THE FUN OF IT I'M GOING TO HIT PUBLISH AND GO TO BED I MIGHT REGRET IT IN THE MORNING AND ERASE THIS STUPID LITTLE POST. YOU CAN ACTUALLY WITNESS MY BRAIN CHANGING AS I WRITE THIS SILLY ASS PIECE; HOWEVER I HAVE GONE FROM UNEASINESS TO RELAXED MEDICINE INDUCED BLISS. AIN'T LIFE GRAND...   UNTIL TOMORROW, HAPPY EASTER AND DON'T LET THAT BIG ASS BUNNY BITE!!!  IF YOU CATCH THIS BEFORE I ERASE IT AS ALWAYS THANKS FOR VISITING THE SANITARIUM I CALL "GLEN VIEW."

GREMLINS IN ME BELLY & PEACE & QUIET (SHORT STORIES)

Have you ever had Gremlins in yer "Belly?" I'll tell this story as cleanly as possible. I ate pea & rotini salad for lunch and dessert was a bag of M&M'S, I know probably does not sound like a very good lunch, but it was and I thoroughly enjoyed my different colors of M&M'S. I pretended they were Easter Eggs because we always color eggs during this time of the year. I save the red ones for last they are the best ones u-know.

I'm at work, about two hours later and... and... from deep inside me "Belly," I hear a gurgling sound, I didn't think too much about it... then it happens once more... "AH OH," I feel rumbling in me lower belly! Mount GLEN VIEW is a-fixin to spew, mighty assh-stuff!!! The pressure is building from possibly, to I gotta go, NOW! I yell for relief help, to relieve me, so I can... get some relief!

Seems them damn Gremlims in me belly are playing Pirates inside of me and sticking me with them damn Pirate Swords. When they shooting off their cannons you best stay away from the rear of me ship. ERRR flames will light up the whole poop deck!!! Sorry I write it as I feel it!

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He stares at the floor making motor boat sounds (lips together vibrating engine sounds.) He is perfectly quiet except for that, I love it! It typically is yackety, yack, yack! I will admit Air-Head is not a bad guy. He is just too damn sociable and talks too @#$&ing much. I tell myself we all have our idiot-syncrazies: however when he talks non-stop and I can hear him over the loudness of the fricking machine it makes me crazier than I already am. Now I've had a lifetime of stuff to work on me the way it is and my nerves are shattered and my heart is ready to konk out!!!! I don't need his shit!!! He is the "challenged one" and he is challenging me and I don't wish to be challenged U-KNOW!!!

Air is a good worker and makes up for what he lacks in brains. He has the mentality of a 10 to 12 year old. I have known him for about one year and have seen him quiet like this a couple times. I don't believe he is thinking because he does his thinking with verbal communication and th, th, that ain't funny.

I best do some pondering on this. I write at work out of boredom. I look over at someone who could be his brother tearing up paper playing like he is a paper shredder. I think laughingly strange ones don't fall to far from the tree and there all employed here.

Klem and Me are the oldest here at Crazyville INC. We grew up in the sixties. Now I understand why my Doc has me on so many meds. I'm just plum crazy and well I believe Klem grew up in California and that probably explains his idiosyncrasies. I would ask him to tell you about my idiot-syncrazies but I'm afraid to ask him and I don't have enough room left on this post . Maybe I'll ask Klem to write a little story about my ... ... sorry Senior moment! I'm afraid he might never get done typing and we ain't got forever u-know.

Seems we have more crazies here at Crazyville  INC. than most places or is it just me!!!

I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON SOME SERIOUS STORIES THAT I HOPE TO BE POSTING SOON.
THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT. GLEN VIEW

MONEY AROUND THE GLOBE

I was bored to near extinction, so I begin reading a newspaper that was handy. You know the one! The one that tells you everything you want to know about “MONEY” & STOCKS.” It’s a journal of money around the world. This paper does not have automobiles for sale in the back section. Oh no! It has Jets, not as in whirlpool jets, the kind that can take you from N. Y. to L. A. at over 500 M. P. H. Those rich sons-a-guns need to move fast at a moment’s notice. What the hell are you afraid of? Afraid to be stuck on one of them “regular” Jets as in regular working people! Setting in first class ain’t good enough for ya! Do ya, think yer, better, than the rest of us!!! I think it’s probably ya dirty rotten scoundrels need to get out-of-Dodge, after making out like a fat rat and cheating the real AMERICANS… out of their pensions!!! (Oops, did I go a mite too far.)…

                For those of you not use to my sense of humor, I possess an unlimited supply of expert “opinion-nators” in my head that help me give my uneducated non-Haarrvvaarrdd commentaries. Soo, they said in response to me thinking, did I go a mite too far was very Choir sounding “no way!!!”  Short circuited some synapses in my brain but I can always count on them “hair brained ones” to help me. (That deserves at least a smile. Hair brained ones, now you get it, ha, ha!)

                For you couch taters, sports junkies, the sports section was one page for the world and that included advertisements.

                Only the Elite of the Elite buy advertisement space in this newspaper. I would list some but I’m so far un-elite I forgot the fancy pansy advertisements. If you haven’t figured it out by now, this newspaper is all about “M O N E Y.” Every now and then I like to pretend I’m hob-nobbing with the power brokers of the world!

                So what is a poor man doing reading such about stocks and world currency and such? I wanted to check my stock portfolio!

                Okay, okay, okay, you ain’t got no XXXXing stock you XXXXing moron! (That filthy mouth voice would be Joe Pesky, I’ll ignore him and he’ll go away into the dark corners of my brain.)

                So I was at work and bored out of my mind, I read this newspaper. It has stories from Politicians from around the world, didn’t learn anything there! Stories about money and Bankers from around the world, didn’t learn anything there! Stories about oil from around the world, nope nothing there! Wars, civil unrest, Pirates, same oh, same oh! Buying Companies, Selling Companies, “screwing us,” didn’t learn anything there! How can someone read this entire newspaper covering the world and not learn one thing more than what I already knew?!!!

 Sheesh there was no Horoscopes, no Cartoons. There was one page though that was pretty horrifying, yet funny at the same time! It was the fashion page. There were several photos of Bamboo Thin Models with the look of starvation highlighting their ghastly belly growling concentration camp looks in need of a piece of celery and carrot sticks! Them poor things make thousands of dollars to wear designer clothing and them there models don’t look none too happy to be walking down the runway. The looks on their faces was pure outrage, no smiles only frowns. Those poor things were so bird legged looking skinny I bet that if they ran to the end of the runway and flapped their arms they could lift off!

Anyway after spending quite some time trying to understand what the hell this paper is all about and the point it is attempting to get across, I came to this conclusion after sleeping on it and reviewing the paper I even took it home with me because you know some days I just don’t understand!!!

I came to this conclusion. There is subliminal messages and encrypted meanings here in this paper a poor boy ain’t never, let me repeat that point “AIN’T NEVER” going to understand. Them, Rich R. Using us and we think we have freedom. We are just cattle, sheep, hogs etc. being led through the gates to be shot between the eyes WHENEVER THEY WANT. HAVE A NICE DAY, HAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!

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DUMBING DOWN OF AMERICA

IT IS IMPORTANT TO REMEMBER WHEN READING ANYTHING ON GLEN VIEW THE TITLE OF MY BLOG AS IN GLEN VIEW AS IN A SANITARIUM, U-KNOW, NUT HOUSE. EVERYTHING, WELL ALMOST EVERYTHING; HOWEVER ONLY I, AND I ALONE WILL BE THE ONLY ONE KNOWING THE TRUTH FROM THE FALSE. AIN’T THAT SCARY!!! (DAMN THAT’S SCARY TO ME.)                                                                                                      

Ben is five feet ten inches tall and weighs well over200 lbs. Jerry is six foot six inches tall and weighs 160 lbs. They have red hair and are 22 years old, oh! I forgot to tell you they are twins! Ben’s nickname is Air-Head and Jerry’s is Aristotle. Why do you reckon that is? You can figure it out, right? One is extremely simple, one is very smart! Ya’all out there in Blogosphere ain’t simple are you? The jury might be out on that one, yer reading GLEN VIEW; (THANKS.) Where was I?  It’s very late, I have just worked 11 hours and I have took my meds and ah, oh, drank a glass of wine. I should not drink anything when I take my meds, oopsy! Oh well this might be even sillier than usual. I only had 3 hours sleep and worked all those hours. I’m getting too old for this kind of goings on!

                Air-Head is … is… has th… th… mental capacity of perhaps a 10 year old child on their brightest day. [LET’S TRY TO REMEMBER BACK TO WHEN YOU AND ME, WERE 10 OKAY………… (snoring….. loud snoring)…….Sorry I needed that!!! You might be saying to yourself about now “crazy old fart why don’t you go to sleep and write tomorrow, when your mind is sharper?” You clearly don’t understand getting older! If I go to sleep, number one I might not wake up, two it’s nice to finish a thought, coherent or not! Now what was number three…. oh yeah remember, that’s it, just remembering; very important!   

                Now that we have that established, Air-Head is now working in a factory environment with the mentality of a 10 year old and I might be pushing it a mite. (Light Bulb lights up in my head.) You have to be 18 years old to work in a factory by law. So apparently what you possess between the ears doesn’t matter. Well that explains most of the people I work with!!!

Air-Head wears work boots with half pants / half shorts with sleeveless shirts to show off his exquisite physique, ha,ha (insert laugh here!) A camouflage hat with a giant fish hook attached to the brim ha,ha (don’t know, don’t ask.) To keep from losing his keys to his pick-up truck, he has a long, really long, maybe three feet key chain that looks to me to be a short doggy leash. It sticks out of his pocket and hangs down to his knees (hey folks I don’t make this stuff up, I just report what I see.) Oops, I almost forgot, he must not be smart enough to wear a belt, so he spends about half the day pulling his pants/shorts up. Shoot, I ain’t got to the best part yet! I just wanted to paint you a visual. Talk’s non-stop, I kid you not. Never says anything worth listening to, yack, yack, yack, even if no one is listening to him. Most people try not to, they tend to avoid that if at all possible. Let me explain in a way to properly do this justice! There is this stuff that drives cats loco, crazy, out of control, like a human on meth. It’s called catnip and it makes them play, play, play, until their worn out. You can look over at Air-Head and he will be dancing, singing making strange faces, enjoying himself. That boy/man is plum out of control. As I have reported to ya’all before I don’t make this crap up, my mind ain’t wound too tight, but this here crap can out do my imagination.

I FEEL the MEDS and THE wine A-MESSING with WHAT little “MIND” I HAVE left… bet… bet.. better HURRY!!!    

This here Air-Head character is always teetering on the precipice of out of control, idiotic, moron, childish, immature, dumb ass, behavior. Many times I could see myself as the guillotine hooded man beheading Air-head and laughing hysterically, (sorry I momentarily lost it.) There is not one iota of doubt in my mind, that he is the biggest pain in the ass problem child/man put here on this universe to pay us “somewhat” ordinary folk back for sins we committed in this and every other life we have had.

Air-Head is a simple minded out of control Meth head with the mentality of a 10 year old. Only he doesn’t do meth. He views the world as his “toy box”, unfortunately we are just amusing toys to him. He will ask you are you having fun yet? He is having the time of his life and the rest of us are pulling our @#&*ing hair out. I have heard the phrase the dumbing down of society and never understood until now! I believe the government has a conspiracy to plant ones such as Air-Head in every setting in America.  He is the master engineering of fluoride in our water, the bye product of childhood immunization shots and the poster child/man of what the POWERS THAT BE want we Americans to be like. He is the first prototype of the world’s future that the Elite are creating. The Air-heads of today are the leaders of tomorrow. Pets empowered to be slaves after destroying the last holdouts of humanity. Once patience, persistence and perseverance is depleted you are left with manufactured processes. The new slaves are among us now coming soon, if not already here!!!!

THIS PIECE STARTED OUT AS A FUNNY TAKE ON SOMETHING AND SOMEHOW ENDS UP BEING SOMETHING TOTALLY DIFFERENT. Seems as though your mind guides you and takes you places that have been mulling around in the far corners of the universe we call a brain. FOR NOW, OVER AND OUT AND BEWARE OF THE AIR-HEADS SENT TO DESTROY YOU!!! Ah,hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah.

LYING, WITCHCRAFT AND THE DOCTOR

Me, and my Doc have been battling for years over differences of opinions. I would like to take you back in time 25 years. There is a new Doc in town and I became a patient. Simple routine ailments for many years, I had a stressful job that only produced stress and I put a lot of it on myself. Naturally high blood pressure is the result and viola’, meds are started. One pill leads to others and over many years weight gain. You see the side effect of all meds is weight gain!!! So over many years I put on several pounds, with each new ailment, more meds + WEIGHT.

                Mr. Docman’s answer to every new ailment is I must lose weight. So when I was younger I simply could cut out a few soft drinks and bread, exercise more and the weight would melt away. Many times in my life I have lost weight. The older I became the harder it was to lose. The meds I take slowed my metabolism. I can’t work as long or as hard and I never seem to get my second wind, like I use to when I used to jog. I would feel as though I couldn’t jog any farther, suddenly my breathing would become stronger and I could fly again. Time and meds had taken a toll on my body.

                Still, Mr. Docman would say eat less and move more, that’s “all” you have to do to lose weight. You go see him for the flu; lose weight, I injured my knee; lose weight. I was having anxiety problems, more pills; lose weight. Every problem is my weight per Docman while I was eating half of what I once ate, no @#$&ing weight loss!!! I could no longer do the hobbies I once enjoyed because I no longer possessed the energy. Once I could work all day, come home play with my hobbies or work in my garden or yard till dark and never run out of energy! After many years of doing Meds, my weight increased and energy level went south!! I could no longer do the things I once loved.

                Life has worn me down, mentally and physically + I had gained a lot of weight. I was forced to begin life anew as in finding a less stressful job; however I was mentally whipped and physically fat from the @#&*ing Meds. Docman’s answer to “everything” is weight! I’d had enough! So I explained to Mr. PHD Medical School Doctor Man. If you would take the time to review my records and listen to me you would see I was one of your first patients before you got such a busy practice that you don’t need my insurance anymore. All you need to do is to listen “to me,” the side effect of all these here meds you prescribe for me is weight gain! Why did you prescribe all these to me? Back then I weighed one hell of a lot less. I wish you would look at the records and listen to what I am trying to discuss with you, but you won’t listen! Before I left him I said “I wish you would have to bear the side effects of all the meds, and if I were “A Witch Doctor” I would put a curse on you so you would have to do that!!!” Well that got his goat, he looks at me shook his head and laughed at me like I was a @#$*ing moron!

                That night before drifting off to sleep, I put a curse on Mr. Docman, I also had a dream and in my dream I was a Witch Doctor and put a curse on him. I remembered the dream the next day and laughed at what I did! I normally go every six months to Mr. Docman for blood work and such. Well to my surprise the next visit Mr. Docman had put on a few pounds. In the twenty years I have known him he had kept his 18 year old body, but know he had a belly and his face was a little pudgy. I could not help but laugh as I tell him “I have lost a few pounds, it looks like you have been eating good though!” I’m thinking maybe my little curse worked, he looked at me with attitude. I know beyond a doubt he heard me! I left purring like the cat that had just ate the big ass canary. I gave him a dose of his own doctoring and it suure felt goood!!!

 As we grow older our bodies change and it’s not ever for the good. Injuries, stress countless things figure into the equation let alone going from no meds to several meds and so on and so forth.

                I go back to my Doctor in again in six months, so it has been a year now since I laughingly put a curse on Mr. Docman. Well Mr. Docman was all ears and just as nice as he could be. I had lost some more weight and he had put on about 40 pounds in the last year. He was talking to me like we were old friends and in no hurry at all. The PHD Doctor man wanted to talk now about all the things he didn’t want to hear about before from me. My opinions about pain, medicine, weight gain. He had reviewed my records and admitted that with each new medicine there was substantial weight gain. He tells me how his knees hurt and his back hurts and how he keeps getting aches and pains in strange places and how he cannot jog like he used to and how apparently his metabolism has changed. It has to be age, he tells me! Well needless to say I’m a-listening and grinning ear to ear with a devilish I told you so attitude of my very own!!! He proceeds to say “By the way, is there anything to that curse you put on me about a year ago, because if there is I have received the message loud and clear!!!” I have insight into the human body never thought possible. Mr. Docman was humbled and I apologized for saying a year ago that I would put a spell on him.

 Me, and the Doc are on good terms now. Do you reckon he got the message loud and clear or was it the spell I put on him. ANYHOW I don’t give a darn as long as he treats me like a patient.

WE LIVE IN A HURRY UP, WANT EVERYTHING NOW WORLD! THE DOC’S OF YESTERYEAR PRESCRIBED AMPHETAMINES FOR EVERYTHING. LOOK HOW BAD THAT IS FOR YOUR BODY. HELL NO YOU DIDN’T GAIN WEIGHT WITH THAT! HITLER HANDED THAT OUT AS CANDY TO HIS SOLDIERS DURING WORLD WAR ll. I LOOKED THROUGH A 1900’S CATALOGUE ADVERTISING COCAINE MAIL ORDER WITH SYRINGES.

GIVE ME A BREAK IT’S ALL ABOUT PUSHING LEGALIZED DRUGS AND SEEMINGLY CURES FOR EVERTHING IF YOU BELIEVE THE PHARMAS. THANKS FOR VISITING MY HUMBLE LITTLE SITE, I BID YOU ADIEU.

IDIOSYNCRASY

Id-io-syn-cra-sy is any personal particular mannerism, quirk, peculiar characteristic, distinguishing, etc. My, oh my, did I pick a doozy of a word this week. It has been stuck in my brain for a couple of weeks and won't disappear. The word itself seems peculiar, or is it just me, "that's peculiar!' (Those of you that have read any of "MY" peculiarity, probably believe I fit in real good with this here damn word that won't get out of my head.)

My favorite prose is take a word and see where it leads me! These words won't leave my twilight zone of a brain, so I write it down on a post it note and attach it to my computer. Leave it alone fer awhile until my brainee knows what to do with it!

My head don't have much intel, but is full of voices that love to play with me and try to make me CRASY! Short drive, one hop, skip and a jump, I beat them to it. I been an IDIO-t from day one, it runs deep in my family history. They say "the IDIO-t don't fall too far from the family tree," u-know. (I'm trying out my newest quirk, typing Canadian IDIOm.

Before I began playing around with a computer and learning to type, seems only yesterday. Oh shit! that was only last year! Any who... songs would #%&* with my brain! It seemed soo much easier back then. These songs weren't the normal type ones that would come out of nowhere, huh, uh! Oh no! They would be silly-ass songs like "Don't Worry Be Happy" or "She Wore Yellow Purple Dot Bikini" or another oldy but terrible "Playing With Your Own Ding-A-Ling." It couldn't be normal songs from The Beatles, Stones, Turtles, Joplin etc.  

So I began typing simple words with simple sentences with simple letters like a, e, I, O, and u. When I started typing I felt as though I was committing SYN to the typing Gods. Man, oh man the words that appeared on the monitor from all my mistakes. English Teachers in heaven were looking down on me and seeing  all the IDIO-tic CRA-SIES I was typing and asked the Big Guy for a transfer down to be Volunteer Angels to help me! I haven't been writing very long, seems no more Angels wanted to help me! The final straw may have been when Sister Mary said some mighty peculiar words after working with me for awhile. I'm hard of hearing and well I heard some mighty SYNful sounding words coming out of the old Nun. U-know, I think I pushed her a mite too hard and SY went plum CRA-SY! I told Mother Mary English were my worst subject in school. I think SY was mad because Sy asked the Big Guy for her wooden yardstick to use on me and he said no!

I been practicing on ya'all for close to 100 post, u-know and slowly I'm learning more and more words, so probably u-know I'll never runout of new and unusual words to lay on ya! I'm plum sorry about that u-know. Thank you very much for reading my silliness, it gives my family a break. It gives ya'all a break from reading "DOOM & GLOOM." That stuff has made me the man I am and gave me my IDIOSYNCRASIES so I weaned myself off of it, u-know. Klem, a friend of mine, he ain't got none of them idiosyncrasies, he is just crazy from the sixties. Anywho Klem says "start your own Blog." I ask Klem "what the hell am I gonna put on it?" He are a smart one he is, he says "it's your Blog you can put anything you want to on it." U-know I have, and I haven't broken a sweat yet!

I hear Sister Mary is recovering nicely and wants another go at me, we are going to go the best two out of three. The Big Guy said, she could have one of them flimsy yardsticks that will not hurt me. It would have a placebo effect to help her, help me to learn better as Sy says "Proper English." I let Sister Mary know "I have been saying and righting proo-poor Enlish fer ner 60 yers." After seeing those words through a e-mail Sy has been granted another leave of absence from Angeling, apparently too much stress teaching me for the old Gal, after reading those words!!!

SEEMS YOUR STUCK WITH ME WHILE I'M LEARNING HERE ON GLEN VIEW. I'M THE FIRST TO HAVE AN ANGEL REFUSE TO HELP AN EARTH BOUND IDIOT that is SYNFULLY CRASY!!!!!!!       

THE CRYING INDIAN

VIEWER DISCRETION RECOMMENDED FOR THE ENDING GROSS FACTOR 10.................          Once upon a time in America, actually not that many years ago. We became a throw-away Society, once we're done with trash what do we do? Pitch it, unfortunately there are way too many nin-ca-poop-ish morons from hell that use the ground, the parking lots, anyplace they are. Lazy @#$%ing assholes!!! I'm saddened at what I witness. Once I was entering a Convenience Store, a woman with a 5 year old child was walking out, the woman unwrapped her candy bar and threw it on the sidewalk, there was a garbage can right beside her. Instinctively without thinking I told her "there is a garbage can right beside of you." She looks at me and said"@#%& you, mind your own business!" I bent down and picked the candy wrapper up, the child looked at me and handed me her wrapper smiling. I winked at the child and threw it away. The woman jerked the child by the arm and said "some people don't know when to mind there own business. "The woman was acting like trash and I hope the child got my message. I witnessed someone once open a car door and throw a diaper on the ground in a parking lot. You name it and I've seen it, haven't you!!!

          Anyhow to get to the title of this post "The Crying Indian," while riding around in the country the other day immensely enjoying the simplistic beauty of an early spring day my euphoria took a nose dive. Remember the old commercial where an Old Indian walks around America, upon seeing trash a tear rolls down his cheek! 

          Now brace yourself for what I'm about to tell ya. It's mind boggling dumn-ass funny and better yet, absolutely true!

          Sorry, I must finish my earlier train of thought before I can move on. We old farts get what's called Senior moments, no, not Senor as in Spanish. Yikes, I keep losing my point as well as brain cells! Ya'all reckon there is a connection here. Ha, ha just keeping ya waiting and cursing me!

          The spring gully washer, washed all the crap from out of the ditches where all them !@#$%^&**&^%$#@! DUMASSES threw away!
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THAT AIN'T THE GROSSLY FUNNY THING I'M ABOUT TO LAY ON YA!

          Many years ago, I was driving a truck making a delivery at a large nationally known College. A terrible gully washer of a thunderstorm had just hit. How bad was it? It was so bad my windshield wipers could not keep up. I decided to set the thunder boomer out in a parking lot. Please bear or is it bare, fuck I don't know. I'm going to leave you hints as I complete this "true" story. Watch my words and you can figure out where I'm HEADED. So this big ASS storm BLOWS through. I had no PROTECTION except for my trUCK, My trUCK was a-ROCKING and a-ROLLING RHYTHMICALLY, going for the CLIMAX before it BLOWS out. The CLIMAX nearly BLEW my FUCKING truck over. Then everything STOPS...RELAX...CALM...A RAINBOW EUPHORIA OF FEELINGS REMAIN..........

I stepped out of my truck COMING out of the storm drains was white yucky looking STUFF!!!!!

BUBBLING out of the drains was PROPHYLACTICS "CONDOMS" yes, RUBBERS!!!!!!!!!!!!

          I kid you not!!! I said oooooh! and laughed for about 5 minutes... I don't know how much studying of the books goes on here at F. U. University but I sure as hell would like to have the Condom market here!!!     THANK YOU FER VISITING MY SILLY LITTLE SIGHT!!!

MOTHER NATURE, RACCOONS & THE BITCH

          Imagine if you would, a woman moves from the hustle and bustle of the city to the serenity of the woods. The home sits back a lane snuggled between a woods and lake. Magnificence of the country surrounds her no matter where she cares to look. You see deer and rabbits wandering by freely and peacefully day or night, a protected zone free of hunters. Around the lake lies expensive homes, they to enjoy the beauty and solitude of this area. You can stand on your own property and intermingle with nature and walk down and fish for bass, a real paradise. Mother Nature in all her splendor.

          The woman moves in but experiences some unwanted guest of the masked variety kind. Furry Bandito type, smart ones they are, the critters have been getting under her house causing damage. Seems simple to me, repair the damage and critter proof your home. Most likely the crawl space vents, sheesh it would take a pretty decent size spot for a full grown raccon to get inside! She can't be the only person to be taken by Rocky Raccoons or Bandito Ones! The cute furry creatures of God are only instintively trying to survive, can you just imagine how many animals loose their natural habitat daily to man!!! They repair the damage to her home and critter proofed her house. All total it was several thousand dollars.        
          The Bitch was not happy with just solving the problem! This woman starts trapping them and shoots them. YES SIR a 22 between the eyes. This monster has killed 28 of them the last I heard.

        "SHE" MOVES TO MOTHER NATURE FOR SERENITY AND GLORIOUSLY BEAUTIFUL SURROUNDINGS, TO BE ONE WITH MOTHER NATURE IN ALL HER DIVINE BLISS. I CANNOT FATHOM AN INDIVIDUAL THAT CAN SO CALLOUSLY DO SUCH AN EVIL DEED!!!!

        THE KILLING OF ANIMALS FOR SURVIVAL AND CONTROLLING OF POPULATION I AGREE WITH, BUT TO MOVE INTO SUCH A MAGNIFICENT SETTING AND USE VENGEFUL RETALITORY MEASURES, IS AGAINST MY ABILITY OF UNDERSTANDING!!!!!     

LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

Finally, early April! And what happens in early April boys & girls? Come on you can figure it out. I’ll give you a hint! In January you have cold ass days and cold asser nights! Dreariness makes you feel like going to bed and staying until… until come on you know!!!

                We had springtime thunder boomers all morning long April 9th, then the sky cleared up and the sun popped its beautiful head out and the temperature was in the upper 70’s. What do you do boys and girls on the first really nice early April day? When the daffodils are a blooming and them tulips are a popping up and them Magnolia Trees are magnificent and all other trees and bushes and grass is greening up!

 Aw shit, I was doing just fine until I remembered what happens if the grass starts growing. That temporarily took my beautiful vision away. Sorry, I hope I didn’t rain on your parade. Now, where was I before green grass stopped my vision?

                Unfortunately for you, you see how my brain works! I have to work real hard to keep good thoughts in my noodle and keep negative ones from creeping me out! So help me get back to the mood I was painting for us before that damn grass slipped under my radar. 

Daffodils, tulips, magnificently beautiful magnolia trees, upper 70 degree day, ahhh yes. I can visualize it and feel the warmth of the sunshine as me, and better me, ride around enjoying the late day to its maximus. Something for my belly and a cold one, (coca-cola) man oh man it don’t get any better than this!!! In the bitterly cold of January with snow on the ground my dreams are full of days like this! You know what… it is even better than my dream, uh, huh. No way, you say! You bet-cha, it’s more magnificent than the magnolia trees in full bloom. I wouldn’t lie to ya’ll, it’s true, the first day when it all comes together. The beauty is everywhere as we ride around in the country; ah, the country with the little springtime flowers appearing in the farmer’s fields.

 The canvas reproduces similarly refreshing scenes each and every year, yet they seem more colorful and more breathtaking each spring. Why is that? Seems as you grow older you slow down. You begin to see the simplicity that you once could not see because you chose to speedily drive by, always in a hurry to get somewhere, to be somewhere. We train ourselves at an early age that we must be doing something to enjoy. Therefore we enter the rat race of hell! The proverbial rainbow with the pot of gold could be within our sight; do we see it? Probably not!!! We are talking on cell phones with meaningless chit-chat, driving too fast because we are rushing and filling our minds with meaningless drivel. The rainbow you overlook or do not take the time to see is the pot-o-gold. Why can’t we see that? Why must our most precious youthful years be wasted? We are young, full of ourselves, full of in-maturity, ignorant. Wisdom can only be learned through maturity and sadly many do not make it. The youthful experiencing of life lures me in my old age; however I never saw the beauty of an April day the way I do now. Thank you and may April showers bring you May flowers…  Glen View

Klem, Me & Pain

Pain, pain every where "PAIN." When does it become too much to handle and it breaks you? You know what I'm talking about! I saw a sign in a Doctor's window it said "We Manage Pain," that's for me. I go inside to talk about it, the sign in your window says "We Manage Pain." I want you to manage my pain please, as it's becoming too much for me to manage!

I ask the receptionist, "what exactly do pain managers do, I bet you have some really goo-ood pain manager pills and shots that are crying out to me. Yes, yes, I hear them! Cortisone, Prednisone, Hydrocodone, Oxycontin um, um, now were talking pain management!!! I want the full treatment.

The snooty receptionist looks up at me through the top of her glasses, "Sirr the first thing we need to know, do you have insurance? Secondly you just can't walk in her off the street and fill your bag with pain killers! What do you think this is Mexico!" (I'll give this receptionist an A for attitude, I like it!)

I smile at the snooty and testy receptionist and say, "honey put a little somethin, somethin on my insurance card for you. I'm in a hurry now, just pretend this is a drive-up window and make my order to go!!!"

The receptionist jumps up a huffing and a puffing, scoots her chair backwards, she comes back with a even snootier looking woman a looking up at me over them damn glasses just like her little snooty sidekick did and says "I'm the Office Manager, you must have a referral from your personal Physician and all your records before we can see you."

I answer "what, the sign says, you manage pain, do you or do you not manage pain because you are giving me more pain and you don't want to give a man teetering on the precipice more pain than what I already have!   

Big Snooty says, "we can't do anything for you unless you Doctor refers you."

I walk out the door saying to myself ********&&&&&&&@@@@@@. So I go to my Doctor and he reefeers me...

So I go back to these here "Pain Managers." After a whole bunch of tests M. R. I. and such, they say blankety, blank, blank... Still no good Meds to take my pain away. What kind of "Pain Management" place is this after the amount of money my insurance have paid you, I could of vacationed in Mexico and stopped off at a local Drugs are Us and be having no pain right now!

These here "Pain Managers" want me to exercise , eat a certain way, lose weight etc. I'm an old man and have worked hard at physical labor all my life. With all the advances in medicine they are asking me to do all this other crap! What kind of @#%&ing Physicians are they anyway. They go to Med School so they can prescribe modern medicine and they want me to live with my pain!!! "Hells Fire" this ain't eastern medicine where they can use their mind to block out the pain, this here is America and we demand our drugs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

          Klem, my buddy and Me are getting OLD, have back problems and miscellaneous old age crap! He asked me "did your Doctor say whether or not, you could take over the counter pain pills with prednisone."I'm hard of hearing so I put my finger in my ear and shook it wildly to be sure I heard Klem say exactly what I thought I heard Klem say. My mind flashes alert! Overload because my mind is processing what I thought I heard, against why the hell do you want Ibuprofen if you are taking the good stuff! You can see my predicament here. I don't know if he or me is having what is called a "Senior Moment" or my hearing has let me down. I'm frazzled and poor Klem he looks more frazzled than I am. He has a headache and usually takes a hand full of Ibuprofen normally to get going.
        
          Klem and me start discussing aches and pains and how it seems you continue to get more and more. Klem is getting an M. R. I. and he already has a bad back. We talk Prednisone, Vioxx and such. I used to take Vioxx before they took it off the market and all I can say is woo-wee I felt right good when taking that stuff!!! I experienced Prednisone a few years ago and um, um good, nothing in my entire body hurt! My mind was reving at 8,000 rpm's. I only needed 4 hours sleep a day and I was up and ready to gooo! As I was weaning myself slowly off Prednisone all hell broke loose. Them damn aches and pains plus ones I never had before appeared. I had become a junkie in three weeks of taking that devil drug! I even asked my Doc "how about prescribing me the least amount possible for my old body."

          Klem had tried Prednisone before but couldn't tolerate it. It's spooky stuff. When you are really hurting you have to resort to certain measures and there is no way to identify with that unless you have been there. When you're young you can't identify with with that but as wear and tear of living decimates your body, then and only then can you really comprehend why older people move so strangely.

CONNIPTION

Strange how words pop into my head and I can't get them out, until I address them by either looking them up in the dictionary or write something about them. It didn't use to be that way, something has stirred up the hornet's nest that I call a brain. It's possible that I have made an effort to challenge myself, so as I can keep what brain cells I have left. I have fun with these words and hope I can give you a smile as I play with them. (My goal is to be more like Benny who's always having fun.) So hang on or fasten your seat belt, I don't know where this ride is going to take us!!!

I'm not sure, "conniption" is actually a word because in my childhood years I would hear many words that wasn't in the dictionary. I'll just refer to these questionable words as backwoods slang.

The word would be phrased this way, "don't have a conniption fit." Conniption fit, tell me what that conjures up to you! I see a young child throwing a hissy fit!!! A tantrum because they aren't getting their way, clinching their fists, lying on the ground, kicking, hollering, crying at the top of their lungs. Unfortunately I have witnessed this behavior in person and it sure ain't pretty.

Conniption is defined as, a fit of rage, hysteria, alarm. Hello! if we see anyone having a conniption fit we are definitely going to be alarmed. We would be thinking what the **** is wrong with them.

There possibly is another explaination for this conniption fit thing. You reckon they might need an Exorcist? Nah, on secomd thought just a spoiled brat. Seems there's an old saying, "spare the rod and spoil the child." This saying, seems to be saying, "no spankee the child and they become spoiled!"

I'll betcha if any of my Grandma's children or grandkids threw a conniption fit she would give them a real reason to roll around on the ground. Grandma would blister our butts so bad we would be rolling around on the ground to get the coolness to put out the fire on our asses!!!

I DO BELIEVE WE COULD USE MY GRANDMA TODAY! I THINK WE NEED MILLIONS OF OLD FASHIONED GRANDMAS PATROLING THE STREETS OF EVERY CITY. I WANT ME ONE OF THEM OLD FASHIONED GRANDMAS TO TAKE TO WORK!!! SHE'D WHOOP SOME ASSES THAT NEED WHOOPING. I'D TAKE HER TO POLITICAL MEETINGS, WHOOP SOME OF THEIR ASSES!!! I'D TAKE HER TO WASHINGTON D. C.... GRANDMA WOULD HAVE A LIFETIME JOB WHOOPING THE ASSES IN THAT CITY!!! I BET I COULD MAKE A REAL GOOD LIVING SUPPLYING THE SASSAFRAS SAPLINGS TO HER. I'D TAKE HER TO AFGHANISTAN, WHOOP ALL THEIR ASSES. I'D TAKE HER TO IRAQ, WHOOP SOME MORE ASSES. I'D TURN HER LOOSE ON THE WHOLE MIDDLE EAST. I'D GIVE THEM OLD FASHIONED GRANDMA'S PERMISSION TO ACT AS GODS TO RESTORE THE WORLD TO WHAT IT SHOULD BE. GRANDMAS MAY NOT BE THE SMARTEST IN BOOK LEARNING BUT THEY KNOW RIGHT FROM WRONG AND THEY SURE AS HELL AIN'T GONNA SPARE THE ROD AND SPOIL NOO-BODY. WHAT THE WORLD NEEDS NOW AIN'T LOVE, IT'S OLD FASHIONED GRANDMAS THAT KNOW HOW TO CLEAN HOUSE!!!!! Thank you for visiting my humble little world. Sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite. GLEN VIEW    

SERENDIPITY

Ser-en-dip-ity, what a wonderful word… Say that word a few times, does it not sound and feel good?!!! “SERENDIPITY” Zippity do da, Zippity aah, my oh my, what a wonderful day, plenty of sunshine headed my way, zippity do dah, zippity aah. Sorry, I sometimes get carried away! Let’s look that word up in the dictionary, it means, a seeming gift for finding good things accidentally. Remember last week’s word was simplicity. I’m a simple person, am I an accident “probably” and I’m trying  to be good, but gosh darn it, I don’t have a gift, at least not until my Birthday or Christmas. (Whew that took one whole day’s worth of brain waves, so I’m going to take a short nap now, can’t allow my Alzheimer to get complete control of my brain.)

                Siesta’s over, I’m back to thinking. I’m temporarily stumped, oh, oh, I might have something here. Forrest Gump was serendipitous. How about Gomer Pyle, you remember Gomer Pyle don’t you. I’ll refresh your memory, he was a tall goofy looking character who joined the Marines and drove his Sergeant crazy. Maybe you must be simple and goofy or challenged to have serendipity.

                I want some of that serendipity. I found a red M & M peanut under a piece of paper on my desk, I love them; is that serendipity? Seems to fit the meaning of gift, good things, accidentally!

                When given a gift, a book for example, and the book title is horrendous, yet it turns out to be extremely mind numbingly excellent. That is serendipity toying with me right! 

                I’m out walking with my dog and I find a $20. I think that must be serendipity. After a long hot day of walking we need our nourishment as we eat grilled steaks from the money. Good golly Miss Molly we’re thinking as we eat our steaks. We love this here serendipity stuff!

                I was out looking for a job once and found one. Is that serendipity? Let’s examine this closer. With the money I make I can buy gifts, food, shelter, fuel. I’m having trouble with the finding the good thing part of this equation though. It was accidental because I sure as hell never thought I would be doing what I’m doing. You see most days I don’t find my job good! I need it most certainly, but finding good things is stretching it a mite. I occasionally run across some intelligent conversation, as in “the weathers calling for rain today and guess what, it’s raining.” When Benny asks me “are we having fun” and I just want to smack the snot out of him. Benny meets the requirements of serendipity, the gift of finding good things accidentally. Klem that’s my Buddy says that Benny has frontal lobe damage. Aye yi, yi, yi, yi. Klem are the smart one between us. I don’t think Benny’s elevator goes all the way to the top. I also believe he sees the world as one gigantic toy box. It is hard not to like Benny as he is a good worker, always in good spirits. I must admit in the beginning I wondered if Benny wasn’t taking something to be in the happy go lucky moods he seemed to stay in. You see Benny is the epitome of serendipity. He is a young man due to no fault of his own has found the gift of finding good things accidentally by possessing the mind set of simplistic pleasures of life.

                The simple pleasures of life, are what I’m looking for. I think I’ll have Benny teach me the simple pleasures. He talks all the time, I’m not kidding!!! Never says anything meaningful, but he sure is having fun!

                I wish to examine this phenomenon a little more. Benny is being taken care of by us; society. Benny is challenged. He has found a job where he is taken care of because of his condition. He views the world as a playpen only to have fun and work where he is rewarded by buying himself a pick-up truck, hunting, fishing supplies a cell phone, t-shirts with what he considers cool wondrous funny words on them.

                I hate to admit it but I an old man with a lifetime of anxiety under my belt that has only been counterproductive to my health and serendipity. I find myself jealous of this young man with the world of fun all around him. The simplest pleasures in life are free if you can find them. I have searched my lifetime and seem to be finding it, hopefully to enjoy, if only for a short period of time. What is it you ask “It is what you are currently reading,” my way of finding solace, serenity, pleasures at a time I should be just sitting around watching sports and saying if only!!!

 THIS ATTEMPT AT WRITING IS QUITE BY ACCIDENT. I WOULD NOT REFER TO MY MISADVENTURES IN WRITING A GIFT. I DO FIND IT FUN AND GOOD AT THIS TIME IN MY LIFE.  AS BENNY WOULD ASK “ARE WE HAVING FUUN” GOSH DARN IT I AM…   Glen over here at GLEN VIEW

WINE

I haven't drank alcohol of any kind in years. Even in my younger days, I didn't like the taste of it, but I sure as hell liked the way it would make me feel! Um, um good, but when you drink too much, it becomes, oh, oh bad! Everyone has been there right! Today, I drink water with God only knows what's in it. For for a kick start to the day and to keep my energy flowing, I drink sodas for the caffeine. If I didn't have caffeine, my body just wouldn't run. Have you ever put a tankful of bad gasoline in you car? It spits and sputters and tells you no!!! Oh the poor car will run but it don't wanna.

Recently I've started drinking orange juice, not everyday but I find myself liking it. I never liked it before, why now? Anything that's good for you shouldn't taste good right! What the hell is the matter with me, do you think I should see a Doctor! Nah, just old age I reckon. Needing vitamin C would be my guess. Any how I place a large glass of orange juice in the freezer for maybe 10 minutes and wal-la, damn it taste soo good! So I'm now wondering about them other juices, in the juice aisle of the supermarket. Apple juice, nah! Prune juice, not yet! Wine is made from grapes, ooh! That's looking promising.

I seem to have my heart set on the grape variety. A glass of wine or two can't hurt you, can it? I've read where a glass of wine is good for your heart. After a lifetime of making my heart pump from anxiety, how about I let it relax a little!

Now hear this, oops! read this. I'm getting old and sometimes my senses become short circuited from loss of brain cells. This is where orange juice and more potent juices are to come in.

I remember reading a Medical study, from I believe Greece,where the group being studied typically ate all the wrong foods; however this group had less heart disease than the rest of the world. The secret is out...they drink wine with their meals! They take their sweet time, relaxing and enjoying...their meals to the fullest. Huum, makes me wonder if it's the wine that makes them be in no hurry, so they enjoy and don't worry about all the bad stuff going into their body. So the wine counteracts the anxiety, they relax and don't give a shit and they become healthier. Simple pleasures utilized to the maximum, now they are smart ones, they are!!!

Okay then I'm all for a big meal and some wine, hell yeah I think I can do that! Wine, relaxing music, good food, good conversation. I'll not be in no hurry, now I see why they don't have heart disease etc. If I spend that much time eating and sipping wine, there would be one thing on my mind!!! So after dinner you get your ticker a tocking real good from natural instinctive physical activity. There ain't no wonder them folks are healthier and live longer, they know the secrets of juices, eating, relaxing and physical therapy. Seems them simple pleasures sure are the best after all.