There is no more helpless feeling than waiting for things to happen as you see a love one diminish right in front of you, IS THERE? Your completely helpless to control the speed at which Doctoring happens...
I don't think this is actually a word or at least the proper usage, but I'm making it one and will give my definition, per old Glen. Doctoring is a hands on skill that once, was, I thought, ordained in a DOCTOR. I use the word ordained for a reason, that means something special from a religious standpoint. You will not see me talk about religion very often, however growing up in basic ideas associated with religion has instilled certain striving for human closeness and love, which is a good thing. I wish to explain something that mystified me as a child, yet creates my perspective as an older adult. Doctoring includes nurses, I view them as on the front line of Doctoring. My belief is these two should be working closer together, rather than separated by layers, of ??? There is too damn much bull in between the most important objective, the patient and the two true keepers of the flame of MEDICINE the good Doctors and the good Nurses. The devotion of these individuals should be the heart and soul.
There appears to be so much in between the REAL DOCTORING, that the patient has been reduced to a # or $'s. All the layers and Bull has become the driving force of medicine.
Example if a patient is diagnosed with a problem that is a simple fix, why should a patient have to wait 3 days for a rather routine procedure. The patient is in the Hospital because of a problem! WAITING 3 days gives the possibility of, THE PROBLEM becoming worse, or NEW complications forming from the wait. While waiting there is a POSSIBILITY they may have to do EMERGENCY SURGERY "IF" that occurs.
Do you see where I'm headed. They can make the time to do EMERGENCY SURGERY after there is COMPLICATIONS! My question why play the ODDS when you can control the ODDS "completely"????????? HUH!!!
I have the highest regard and respect for the magnificent Doctor that did the surgery. Maybe I'm old fashion and grew up watching shows on TV like Marcus Welby. The Doctoring of today is Corporative Money, instead of close individualized loving, caring hands on almost religous believing helpful Doctoring ideals.
I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST THE GOOD DOCTORS AND GOOD NURSES. I SAY THANK YOU! IT'S ALL THE OTHER CRAP I WITNESSED DURING MY VISIT EARLIER IN THE YEAR AND THE ASSININE THINGS THAT WE HAVE TO GO THROUGH TODAY. I SAY "THEM FANCY BUILDINGS, FANCY EQUIPMENT AND ALL THE ADVERTISING DOLLARS SPENT ON ADVERTISING HOW GOOD YOUR HOSPITAL IS. THAT IS NOT THE HEALING PART OF THE HOSPITAL. MORE IMPORTANT IS THE HEART OF THE DOCTORING HAPPENING THERE!!!
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
I'm speechless from altering events in my personal life right now. I only hope I'm not typeless. I really need something to take me away for a little while, and since I can't type worth a hoot and my remembrance of English classes never were remembered, I'm going to do my best to take you with me anyplace other than present reality, will work for me. It's late night and do you know where your brain is? Good I don't! Taking for granted the every day certainties of life, ain't for certain is it? No matter what we wish to believe life ain't a fairy tale that ends happily ever after!
Time spent in a hospital is unlike any other thing in life. I'm talking experience from my earlier incarceration (this might be a mite overblown but it describes it OKAY)! You feel so helpless and vulnerable like a newborn thrust into a unknown world of madness. That's the view from inside looking from the bed, reduced to a clump of pin cushioned play toy for a whole hospital of never seen before Aliens from the basement of the hospital just waiting on some unsuspecting sick SOB like me to walk in!!!!!!! I can handle it, if it's me, "BUT" if it's your closest love one, as in the one who gave you life and is the only constant from the first day until now.
When it is the Matriarch of the family, how the hell do you handle it? The Rock of Gibraltar. Your still a little kid looking up at your Mother, you have never looked down on her your whole life, whether your 45 to 61 years old. The Super Mom who single handily has weathered more storms than all her children together. One day I will chronicle her life story to put it, in perspective. I will say this and it's not because she's my Mother, she is "Determination, Kindness, Perseverance & Angel rolled into one. You will find NO ONE who will say a harsh word about here. She has always been my Hero and Role Model!!!
To the best of well intented Hospital Staffers, she is, but another patient. I understand, it's just a job, but if it was their Mothers and they were taking care of them, it would be a totally different line of thought wouldn't it? Of course!!! I'm sorry they're simply human... Well my Mother is not just one old human, she is the most cherished person I have ever known...
Time spent in a hospital is unlike any other thing in life. I'm talking experience from my earlier incarceration (this might be a mite overblown but it describes it OKAY)! You feel so helpless and vulnerable like a newborn thrust into a unknown world of madness. That's the view from inside looking from the bed, reduced to a clump of pin cushioned play toy for a whole hospital of never seen before Aliens from the basement of the hospital just waiting on some unsuspecting sick SOB like me to walk in!!!!!!! I can handle it, if it's me, "BUT" if it's your closest love one, as in the one who gave you life and is the only constant from the first day until now.
When it is the Matriarch of the family, how the hell do you handle it? The Rock of Gibraltar. Your still a little kid looking up at your Mother, you have never looked down on her your whole life, whether your 45 to 61 years old. The Super Mom who single handily has weathered more storms than all her children together. One day I will chronicle her life story to put it, in perspective. I will say this and it's not because she's my Mother, she is "Determination, Kindness, Perseverance & Angel rolled into one. You will find NO ONE who will say a harsh word about here. She has always been my Hero and Role Model!!!
To the best of well intented Hospital Staffers, she is, but another patient. I understand, it's just a job, but if it was their Mothers and they were taking care of them, it would be a totally different line of thought wouldn't it? Of course!!! I'm sorry they're simply human... Well my Mother is not just one old human, she is the most cherished person I have ever known...
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
A Smile
A smile can be contagious; however one must be looking to receive that smile. If your head is turned the other way to avoid looking at someone, then the person giving away smiles is for naught, or is it? The giving of the smile doesn't go full circle & the intended recipient does not receive the value if the smile. A simple look of acknowledgement is considered polite, correct? In this day & age some people & possibly some cultures are unacustomed to such heartland neighborly gestures. I'm unsure of the customs around the globe. I'll stay away from that & talk about what it means in the heart of the heartland.
Growing up here in corn country it seems everyone was your neighbor. There was no such thing as looking the other way. You must at least make eye contact or nod out of respect, anything less would be rude or un-neighborly. To put this in a better perspective, back then no one felt the need to lock their doors. Think about that... Not locking you're doors would be out of the question anywhere in the U. S. A. today! So if you're not afraid to to even lock your doors, you would definitely not be afraid to look someone in the eye. That's the problem we have been taught through the progress of changing times to mistrust anyone you don't know. How sad to think that progress has regressed a small town in the heartland to this extent. I'm going to assume that same scenario is associated with modern progress all over the globe. So sad don't you think! It's been reduced so that a cheerful person can no longer give away cheer for everyone to enjoy, if only for a moment to pass on that cheer to someone else. How extremely sad. Whoever said "a smile is contagious" is so very right! Shame it's not practiced as much as it once was. Thanks for joining me here on Glen View.
Growing up here in corn country it seems everyone was your neighbor. There was no such thing as looking the other way. You must at least make eye contact or nod out of respect, anything less would be rude or un-neighborly. To put this in a better perspective, back then no one felt the need to lock their doors. Think about that... Not locking you're doors would be out of the question anywhere in the U. S. A. today! So if you're not afraid to to even lock your doors, you would definitely not be afraid to look someone in the eye. That's the problem we have been taught through the progress of changing times to mistrust anyone you don't know. How sad to think that progress has regressed a small town in the heartland to this extent. I'm going to assume that same scenario is associated with modern progress all over the globe. So sad don't you think! It's been reduced so that a cheerful person can no longer give away cheer for everyone to enjoy, if only for a moment to pass on that cheer to someone else. How extremely sad. Whoever said "a smile is contagious" is so very right! Shame it's not practiced as much as it once was. Thanks for joining me here on Glen View.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Old Growth Forest
Pretty much left alone because I'm far away from the suburbs & not fit for development, unfit for farming, fit only for exploring and a habitat for God's creatures. I'm an out of the way tract of rolling hills & ravines not fit for the summer's pleasures like boating, heh! heh! heh! because there is no lake to bring the trouble makers & garbage & all that "civilized" crap! The water flowing through is run off stream and creeks, that dry up in the summertime, leaving only small pools for my animal friends to survive. I'm of no value and I'm "terrific", I think so! Harvested for timber a long time ago I have been left alone for rejuvenation. I am regenerating with beautiful lovely trees, that sprout every year fighting for their right of survival. The young trees grow roots that are able to withstand the wind that sometimes howl for days. The rain feeds the roots of all plants, in return giving nourishment to all living creatures so life can renew. Even the greenery flowing through their digestive system help life to replenish. NOW YOUR TALKING RECYCLING & GREEN, THE MASTER RECYLER!!! The forest has been doing that forever... The greatest part of being a forest is the joy of spring. Everything from tiny green plants shooting up to babies of all kind shooting out. Rejuvenation of life, beauty in the purest & simplest form!!! Sure some life is lost, but a renewable & sustainable BIG PICTURE. My mother you all know her MOTHER NATURE DOES HER PLANNING FOR THE GOOD OF THE PLANET. THERE IS NO EVIL IN MOTHER NATURE!!! Thank you!
Sunday, June 26, 2011
"Brain" in the Corner
Once upon a time in the dark ages (one year ago) there was no brain sitting in the corner of my Den. It was merely a real Den for two old Dogs, Me & Aussie Blue, a.k.a. Punky. It's our own little slice of the world, our private space for reflecting, meditating, reading with no phones or worldly obstacles, absolutely no hindrances. It be a REAL Den, you see! Manly & dog smells just the way we like it! Homey & Smelly if you're female, go away. This here is marked The Den, Do Not Enter, fantastic wonders are being solved. We watch The History Channel, or Modern Marvels, or National Geographic, or Documentaries, or Science. Well sometimes Punky wants to watch The Animal Planet, or The Cartoon Network, we, or I mean she loves Sponge Bob. We also love The Road Runner & them good old cartoons, u-know, Tom & Jerry, Bugs Bunny, George of the Jungle because of his intelligence. We must have our space to relax & do what dogs do, unwind from a hard day of hard physical work, driving around all day is not easy! Try having your head stuck outside the window for 8 hours, yikes! it separates your nose hairs and blocks your sinus cavities. You can't wait to come home and let your hair down. (ha,ha) Whow wee! it's ruff out there u-know. When we arrive home we ask the little lady what's fer supper Ma? We chow down like a couple hungry pups, we got no time for talking we're hungry, pass them vittles, mash potatoes with gravy, fried chicken & biscuits. Uh huh! "real food", we ain't rabbits we work hard we can't survive on salads & carrots!!! Why the hell ya'll think we drive a Silverado pick up truck? In case we pick up on weight we'll not be overloaded you see! None of them baby trucks for us, no way!
We used to spend time watching TV with Ma & her fuzzy sidekick Bella, uwe!, what kind of name is that, a squirrely looking Pom that has enough fuzziness you could use her as pom poms if your daughter lost one of hers. A real man & a real dog can only take soo much! of Dancing with the Nincapoops or Feel Me, Hold Me, XXXXing stuff u-know. How many reruns of F-F-F-Friends can a man take before you go wacko u-know. The only good ones was when Marcel was on there. We pretty much have the run of the house, as long as it's our Den & the Bathroom. I pretty much done forgot what I titled this post, I got sidetracked attempting to lead into some-thun. You see how my brain works @#$%ing scary ain't it!!! I been getting @#$%ing frustrated because getting my brain & my fingers to work together is plum ass difficult. I know it would be complicated to get a Senior Citizen to learn how to type after never typing before, but DAAAAAAM! it never even occurred to me the Senior Moment "X FACTOR"! Do ya' all out there, I mean really out there as in somewhere all around the big ass @#$%ing planet understand what a Senior Monent IS? People sometimes believe Seniors to be a mite slow or spaced out, dingy or plum stupid u-know. (Hell that can't be true, most older people are running things like Presidents & such!!!!) That be funny don't ya reckon!!!
I WOULD LIKE TO CLARIFY ONE THING, ""WE AIN'T STUPID OUR DAMN BODY IS GETTING OLD AND OUR REFLEXES & SUCH AIN'T AS GOOD AS WHAT THEY ONCE WERE""!!!
About a year ago I started wanting my very on "COMPUTER". Up until that time it was a Television I thought. I would see Ma just a-pecking away at that darn thing. Didn't seem to be many channels, because there was mostly writing on the TV screen. But she seemed to be having fun and she was a stick to it one, I'll give her that! She were determined to get a picture on it. Must of been something a-wrong with that TV screen, only she called it a Monitor. I thought she was having a Senior moment! The only thing I knew was Monitor Lizard. Damn next thing I know Ma got herself a larger Monitor & she were plum happy, like it were a Christmas present. (Okay, okay, okay I will sooner or later get to whatever my main point was, don't get your panties in all waded up, I'm old!!!) Ma gives me her old one and shows me how to turn that dang Monitor Lizard thing on and was using all kinds of strange language, I seen real quickly I was about one century behind. Anyhow I plum burnt that first Lizard up, fried his Modem or something. I spent about two months working on a short story and apparently that Big Ass Monitor Lizard H-A-T-E-D it! Man I were beside myself . You have no idea how much time & effort I had spent on that!!! I'm broken hearted, I hate you Lizard from "HELL"! After a spell, Ma says "lets go get you a new Computer". So we do and she hooks that baby up for me & I have a brand new Lizard thing-ma-bob in the Den. I call it "The Brain in the Corner".
Now I'm completely "shell shocked" I'm determined to learn to type as I teach myself how to write at the same time. "Have Mercy" I have spent money for a Lizard, don't know how to type or write, don't seem too bright do it? I have been fooling around with some jumbles of disasters I've been writing by hand, yes sir! u-know paper & pen just like the Founding Fathers. I go from that to a Lizard and whow-wee! My friend Klem, only he likes Ah Klem better. I think he worked too long in C-a-l-i-f-o-r-n-i-a- so I didn't ask u-know! He says "start your own Blog", I say "HUH"!!! He begins talking in a foreign language, using silly ass words, I look at Ah Klem. It was as though he was talking Heartland English & then he was possessed, using words I never heard before. I know they have clothing with alligators on them, but apparently that damn Monitor Lizard has taken over his brain too! Ah Klem starts me up a Blog and I been practicing ever since. DAD BURN IT I'M GONNA PRACTICE UNTIL I LEARN OR I BURN THIS LIZARD UP!!! SORRY ABOUT THAT !!! Thanks for tuning in! Glen.
We used to spend time watching TV with Ma & her fuzzy sidekick Bella, uwe!, what kind of name is that, a squirrely looking Pom that has enough fuzziness you could use her as pom poms if your daughter lost one of hers. A real man & a real dog can only take soo much! of Dancing with the Nincapoops or Feel Me, Hold Me, XXXXing stuff u-know. How many reruns of F-F-F-Friends can a man take before you go wacko u-know. The only good ones was when Marcel was on there. We pretty much have the run of the house, as long as it's our Den & the Bathroom. I pretty much done forgot what I titled this post, I got sidetracked attempting to lead into some-thun. You see how my brain works @#$%ing scary ain't it!!! I been getting @#$%ing frustrated because getting my brain & my fingers to work together is plum ass difficult. I know it would be complicated to get a Senior Citizen to learn how to type after never typing before, but DAAAAAAM! it never even occurred to me the Senior Moment "X FACTOR"! Do ya' all out there, I mean really out there as in somewhere all around the big ass @#$%ing planet understand what a Senior Monent IS? People sometimes believe Seniors to be a mite slow or spaced out, dingy or plum stupid u-know. (Hell that can't be true, most older people are running things like Presidents & such!!!!) That be funny don't ya reckon!!!
I WOULD LIKE TO CLARIFY ONE THING, ""WE AIN'T STUPID OUR DAMN BODY IS GETTING OLD AND OUR REFLEXES & SUCH AIN'T AS GOOD AS WHAT THEY ONCE WERE""!!!
About a year ago I started wanting my very on "COMPUTER". Up until that time it was a Television I thought. I would see Ma just a-pecking away at that darn thing. Didn't seem to be many channels, because there was mostly writing on the TV screen. But she seemed to be having fun and she was a stick to it one, I'll give her that! She were determined to get a picture on it. Must of been something a-wrong with that TV screen, only she called it a Monitor. I thought she was having a Senior moment! The only thing I knew was Monitor Lizard. Damn next thing I know Ma got herself a larger Monitor & she were plum happy, like it were a Christmas present. (Okay, okay, okay I will sooner or later get to whatever my main point was, don't get your panties in all waded up, I'm old!!!) Ma gives me her old one and shows me how to turn that dang Monitor Lizard thing on and was using all kinds of strange language, I seen real quickly I was about one century behind. Anyhow I plum burnt that first Lizard up, fried his Modem or something. I spent about two months working on a short story and apparently that Big Ass Monitor Lizard H-A-T-E-D it! Man I were beside myself . You have no idea how much time & effort I had spent on that!!! I'm broken hearted, I hate you Lizard from "HELL"! After a spell, Ma says "lets go get you a new Computer". So we do and she hooks that baby up for me & I have a brand new Lizard thing-ma-bob in the Den. I call it "The Brain in the Corner".
Now I'm completely "shell shocked" I'm determined to learn to type as I teach myself how to write at the same time. "Have Mercy" I have spent money for a Lizard, don't know how to type or write, don't seem too bright do it? I have been fooling around with some jumbles of disasters I've been writing by hand, yes sir! u-know paper & pen just like the Founding Fathers. I go from that to a Lizard and whow-wee! My friend Klem, only he likes Ah Klem better. I think he worked too long in C-a-l-i-f-o-r-n-i-a- so I didn't ask u-know! He says "start your own Blog", I say "HUH"!!! He begins talking in a foreign language, using silly ass words, I look at Ah Klem. It was as though he was talking Heartland English & then he was possessed, using words I never heard before. I know they have clothing with alligators on them, but apparently that damn Monitor Lizard has taken over his brain too! Ah Klem starts me up a Blog and I been practicing ever since. DAD BURN IT I'M GONNA PRACTICE UNTIL I LEARN OR I BURN THIS LIZARD UP!!! SORRY ABOUT THAT !!! Thanks for tuning in! Glen.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Old Dogs, Old Me & "Ole"
Ole as in Spanish, used to express approval, triumph, joy, etc.. But you already knew that didn't you! I say ole, to the peace in our hearts! I say ole, to laughter of any age, any time, any where, Ole!
Ole to families, with big OLE to Mothers & my better half of many years & my old dog who has been part of my family for many years, ole, ole!!! To me I ask, "hey old man what is ole, about being old"? Please let me think for one moment, [snoring]. I wasn't sleeping I was thinking!
Watching children playing is something you can never get enough of. They're so full of themselves! Just watching them and their faces, everything is fun! The inquisitive nature of a two year old, exploring the mysteries of EVERYTHING, touching, putting everything in their mouth, looking up at you & questioning? They understand NO better if it taste yucky. You look at them & say "NO", means noth-ing! but if it taste yucky!!! they understand from the look on their face, ooowww!!! Drop it & get that taste out of my mouth & mooove on, they got a lot of interesting stuff to put in their mouth for taste recognition, how else can babies learn, their own senses have been stifled from wearing their own diapers! They must rely on other senses & the mouth is the next best one, OLE, OLE!!! The dog is looking at the goofy baby that walks now & doesn't have to rest every few feet or fall down, it's confusing to Sam, he just wags his tail, ah oh! tail, here comes the baby grabbing for Sam's tail. Gotta have that tail, Baby is going for the tail! Tail is moving too fast! Sam's tail flaps Baby a few times across the face, the look on Baby's face is unforgettable as you laugh! Old Sam walks around Baby & Baby follows full of curiosity, that look on her face means two things, complete attention on catching Sam's tail OR,,,,, pooping, right!!! Of course they all have that same look, like they have to hold that concentration. Enough on that, Baby's look was concentrating on that flappy thing that tickled her face. Sam keeps going in circles and Baby follows, you can tell she is going to be a stubborn one! Finaally she sits down for a rest, that confuses Sam and he comes over to do some investigating of his own. Too late, it's a trick and Baby grabs Sams tail and holds on with all her might! You can see the determination on that little tyke as she is grinning ear to ear. Sam knows he has been hoodwinked by Baby and doesn't struggle. Baby gets a mouthful of that tail and ooowwweee another yucky thing crossed of her list and about one million more things to taste. She be a stubborn thing. for sure...
Actually getting older wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the getting used to the getting older part! You see as you age, the little things you used to take for granted, YOU CAN'T! NO MORE!!! Example, you worked in the garden a couple hours and you overworked muscles that you haven't been using regularly. You take a hot bath before bed time to relax them... THEN THE NEXT MORNING YOU'RE AS STIFF AS A BOARD!!! You ask Ma, "help get me out of bed Ma"! So you spend all day on a heating pad and taking Aleve. Your mind is better than ever, but your body needs a complete rebuild! That's wears you down mentally, if you let it. That's why I have you people out there in the universe! Instead of me doing that physical stuff & overdosing on Aleve to get rid of the PAIN. I'm-ma coming after you! I want you to say to yourself, "I'm not gonna tune in to that Glen View fella's blog, that old man is one crazy old fart". So you go to work, but, but, but, before you can sleep at night, you have to tune in just to see exactly what that crazy old man is up to!!! Then when you visit me I'm gonna say. OLE, OLE, OLE........ GOODNIGHT AND DON'T LET THE BED BUGS BITE or IT COULD BE ONE OF THEIR YOUNG ONES GOING THROUGH THAT STAGE U-KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ole to families, with big OLE to Mothers & my better half of many years & my old dog who has been part of my family for many years, ole, ole!!! To me I ask, "hey old man what is ole, about being old"? Please let me think for one moment, [snoring]. I wasn't sleeping I was thinking!
Watching children playing is something you can never get enough of. They're so full of themselves! Just watching them and their faces, everything is fun! The inquisitive nature of a two year old, exploring the mysteries of EVERYTHING, touching, putting everything in their mouth, looking up at you & questioning? They understand NO better if it taste yucky. You look at them & say "NO", means noth-ing! but if it taste yucky!!! they understand from the look on their face, ooowww!!! Drop it & get that taste out of my mouth & mooove on, they got a lot of interesting stuff to put in their mouth for taste recognition, how else can babies learn, their own senses have been stifled from wearing their own diapers! They must rely on other senses & the mouth is the next best one, OLE, OLE!!! The dog is looking at the goofy baby that walks now & doesn't have to rest every few feet or fall down, it's confusing to Sam, he just wags his tail, ah oh! tail, here comes the baby grabbing for Sam's tail. Gotta have that tail, Baby is going for the tail! Tail is moving too fast! Sam's tail flaps Baby a few times across the face, the look on Baby's face is unforgettable as you laugh! Old Sam walks around Baby & Baby follows full of curiosity, that look on her face means two things, complete attention on catching Sam's tail OR,,,,, pooping, right!!! Of course they all have that same look, like they have to hold that concentration. Enough on that, Baby's look was concentrating on that flappy thing that tickled her face. Sam keeps going in circles and Baby follows, you can tell she is going to be a stubborn one! Finaally she sits down for a rest, that confuses Sam and he comes over to do some investigating of his own. Too late, it's a trick and Baby grabs Sams tail and holds on with all her might! You can see the determination on that little tyke as she is grinning ear to ear. Sam knows he has been hoodwinked by Baby and doesn't struggle. Baby gets a mouthful of that tail and ooowwweee another yucky thing crossed of her list and about one million more things to taste. She be a stubborn thing. for sure...
Actually getting older wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the getting used to the getting older part! You see as you age, the little things you used to take for granted, YOU CAN'T! NO MORE!!! Example, you worked in the garden a couple hours and you overworked muscles that you haven't been using regularly. You take a hot bath before bed time to relax them... THEN THE NEXT MORNING YOU'RE AS STIFF AS A BOARD!!! You ask Ma, "help get me out of bed Ma"! So you spend all day on a heating pad and taking Aleve. Your mind is better than ever, but your body needs a complete rebuild! That's wears you down mentally, if you let it. That's why I have you people out there in the universe! Instead of me doing that physical stuff & overdosing on Aleve to get rid of the PAIN. I'm-ma coming after you! I want you to say to yourself, "I'm not gonna tune in to that Glen View fella's blog, that old man is one crazy old fart". So you go to work, but, but, but, before you can sleep at night, you have to tune in just to see exactly what that crazy old man is up to!!! Then when you visit me I'm gonna say. OLE, OLE, OLE........ GOODNIGHT AND DON'T LET THE BED BUGS BITE or IT COULD BE ONE OF THEIR YOUNG ONES GOING THROUGH THAT STAGE U-KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, June 24, 2011
"TIME"
I count as the beautiful Grandfather Clock chimes. Counting along has become a habit, unsure why, I can't resist! Never have I been able to ignore the sounds of a Grandfather's Clock nor the swaying of the pendulum. Remembrance of youthful fun, and old age habit I reckon. On this day the chime at midnight's is more striking than yesterday's midnight awakening. Twelve months have come and gone, some days better than others, one year older. One more seems important somehow, one more day, one more, one!
Can't remember my early Birthdays, or what age I was at my first Birthday memory, just the wonderful warmth of seeing the candles and my Mothers face as I attempt blowing them out. She was smiling, a big beautiful glorious heart to my heart smile. That was my best Birthday memory, replaying that day replenishes that feeling. One more year is significant to a child, one more year I can start school, one more year I'll be in another grade higher, you have no idea, all you know is one more.
You grow so fast, and before you know it, your a teenager, in middle school. That year was the toughest year of my life. I was forced to grow up, by the death of our President on a Dallas day in November and one year later, my Grandfather on a November day, my best friend, my father figure. He dies in November, right after my Birthday also in November. We simply would set close to each other, no need to speak, being in the same room and looking at each other was comforting in ways I never understood. Through the years I have thought much about this, and we were one and the same. My Grandfather, my Mother and I, are cut from the same cloth. Peace lies there, contentment, love! "ONE"
I cry for two, but I'm only one. One who has lost, and one who was forced to grow up before his time. I did not choose to begin adult burdens, I was just a kid, doesn't that matter? That one day, that one year changed me for the rest of my life. I re-evaluate and see that as I rest by the Grandfather Clock that keeps perfect time and fills my heart with every swing of the pendulum and hand movement. There is something about that Grandfathers Clock that makes me feel special! From the first time I gaze upon it at an estate sale, I must have it! We relax here quietly in the den, meditating, thinking about everything and resolving nothing. After listening to my old friend chime midnight I go to bed. Peaceful relaxing dreams, never nightmares. One morning as I eat breakfast a feeling of dejavu overwhelms me. A brass plate with numbers on the back of my Grandfater's Clock flashes. That would be the date of manufacturing most likely. With help I pull my old friend away from the wall. I can't make out the numbers, so I ask my younger brother to read them to me. The date was the same day my grandfather was born... I could not believe my hearing, please double check that date! I lapse into my rocking chair with a smile on my face, I catch my face in the mirror and I see my Mothers face with the same smile I remember at my earliest Birthday blowing out the candles.
THANKS FOR MY READING MY REMINISCENCE..... I grow tired of the everyday's mind numbing, energy sucking Vampires. I was determined to write something heartfelt and simple TODAY.
Can't remember my early Birthdays, or what age I was at my first Birthday memory, just the wonderful warmth of seeing the candles and my Mothers face as I attempt blowing them out. She was smiling, a big beautiful glorious heart to my heart smile. That was my best Birthday memory, replaying that day replenishes that feeling. One more year is significant to a child, one more year I can start school, one more year I'll be in another grade higher, you have no idea, all you know is one more.
You grow so fast, and before you know it, your a teenager, in middle school. That year was the toughest year of my life. I was forced to grow up, by the death of our President on a Dallas day in November and one year later, my Grandfather on a November day, my best friend, my father figure. He dies in November, right after my Birthday also in November. We simply would set close to each other, no need to speak, being in the same room and looking at each other was comforting in ways I never understood. Through the years I have thought much about this, and we were one and the same. My Grandfather, my Mother and I, are cut from the same cloth. Peace lies there, contentment, love! "ONE"
I cry for two, but I'm only one. One who has lost, and one who was forced to grow up before his time. I did not choose to begin adult burdens, I was just a kid, doesn't that matter? That one day, that one year changed me for the rest of my life. I re-evaluate and see that as I rest by the Grandfather Clock that keeps perfect time and fills my heart with every swing of the pendulum and hand movement. There is something about that Grandfathers Clock that makes me feel special! From the first time I gaze upon it at an estate sale, I must have it! We relax here quietly in the den, meditating, thinking about everything and resolving nothing. After listening to my old friend chime midnight I go to bed. Peaceful relaxing dreams, never nightmares. One morning as I eat breakfast a feeling of dejavu overwhelms me. A brass plate with numbers on the back of my Grandfater's Clock flashes. That would be the date of manufacturing most likely. With help I pull my old friend away from the wall. I can't make out the numbers, so I ask my younger brother to read them to me. The date was the same day my grandfather was born... I could not believe my hearing, please double check that date! I lapse into my rocking chair with a smile on my face, I catch my face in the mirror and I see my Mothers face with the same smile I remember at my earliest Birthday blowing out the candles.
THANKS FOR MY READING MY REMINISCENCE..... I grow tired of the everyday's mind numbing, energy sucking Vampires. I was determined to write something heartfelt and simple TODAY.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Skin-flint & Slap-happy
Hello to ya'all out there! How are you this fine day? No I ain't been drinking, I don't drink, oops! I'm drinking homemade lemonade, made by me. Damn it is soo good! Welcome, one of my favorite past-times, taking words and playing with them. Just like my attempts at writing, I sure as hell don't know what is gonna happen. I'm so new at this pecking on the keyboard stuff, I'm happy if I can type one sentence without a misyake, OOPS! see what I mean.
I 'm sooooo aware that my mind rambles and it's hard to keep it locked in for very long. I ain't never been structured in my whole life at anything, and I'm diagnosed Bi-polar and that suuurrrreee don't help!!!! But that makes for fun fireworks going off upstairs, and I wish that I could write what is going on upstairs. That is in a nut shell or you could say in my nut-head! My mind sometimes moves too fast to stay on one track. For those of ya'all out there, imagine listening to several different radio stations at the same time. Whow wee! Anyhow, I have been trying to give a taste of my thoughts this month, sorry I've been practicing on you and hope I haven't lost you-ins. You thought I was going to say ya'all didn't you!!! Klem my buddy says he types 100 wpm, I can't even think that fast, he be a smart one and well I bee me! At the end of my day before I go to bed and after I take my meds is when I write. Whatever, I repeat whatever is on my mind comes out on this damn keyboard. I can't stop! I'm not in contol this damn thing takes over my fingers. My body becomes frozen and I can't look away. I think the damn thing senses I'm almost out of energy and takes what little bit I have left and laughs at me as I crawl to to bed.
SKIN-FLINT, what in tarnation kind of word is that? First let's examine these words separately. Skin, is skin. That was easy! Flint is a hard fine grain rock per Mr. Dickonary (oh my did i do that). What lame brain moron decided to put these two words together? Mr. Dictionary defines skin-flint as thieves' slang; lit., one who would skin a flint for gain or economy... What the .... Is it just me but I didn't learn one dang thing from that. Also stingy, and stingy per the dictionary means miserly. Miserly per the dictionary means niggardly. Niggardly per the dictionary means stingy; miserly. Damn I understand why our educational system is failing us, I don't know about ya'all out there but I'm plum ass confused!!!
If I'm an alien as in one from planet earth and not beyond u-know. Let's pretend I'm from Dumassapatamia and I'm trying to learn English (just like i'm trying and been trying my whole life) some smart as American says to me "your a skin-flint". I run home and look it up in my dumassionary, SKIN-FLINT = STINGY = MISERLY =NIGGARDLY!!!! Sheesh I reckon, I'm plum reckoned out by now.
I need another word, SLAP-HAPPY, this word seems more to my liking. Dazed or mentally impaired by or as by blows to the head; punch-drunk, silly or stupid. I'm back from the land of the lost and feel like a homing pigeon, yip-pee-yi-ah, talking my language! I'm on cloud nine. I have suffered many blows to me head & have been drunk & woke up with the feeling that somebody has used me head for a punching bag. I have been told by more than a few people in my life time that I'm silly & stupid only they used meaner F words and I beat the shit out of them... Oops maybe they were right, ya reckon!!!
I BEEN TRYING TO GET THE HANG OF THIS TYPING THING. SOME DAYS I THINK I'M IMPROVING AND SOME DAYS I GET PLUM PISSED OFF!!! I DON'T THINK MY BRAIN AND MY FINGERS ARE ON THE SAME PAGE. PRACTICE, PRACTICE, PRACTICE, I RECKON. SO WATCH OUT SOMEDAY, I'M GOING TO TRY THINKING, TYPING AND .... DAMN IT JUST NOW HIT ME , SOMEDAY I'LL BE ABLE TO TYPE AND THINK AT THE SAME TIME AND THEN LOOK OUT BOYS AND GIRLS OF THE WORLD. WON'T THAT BE A HOOT!!!
I 'm sooooo aware that my mind rambles and it's hard to keep it locked in for very long. I ain't never been structured in my whole life at anything, and I'm diagnosed Bi-polar and that suuurrrreee don't help!!!! But that makes for fun fireworks going off upstairs, and I wish that I could write what is going on upstairs. That is in a nut shell or you could say in my nut-head! My mind sometimes moves too fast to stay on one track. For those of ya'all out there, imagine listening to several different radio stations at the same time. Whow wee! Anyhow, I have been trying to give a taste of my thoughts this month, sorry I've been practicing on you and hope I haven't lost you-ins. You thought I was going to say ya'all didn't you!!! Klem my buddy says he types 100 wpm, I can't even think that fast, he be a smart one and well I bee me! At the end of my day before I go to bed and after I take my meds is when I write. Whatever, I repeat whatever is on my mind comes out on this damn keyboard. I can't stop! I'm not in contol this damn thing takes over my fingers. My body becomes frozen and I can't look away. I think the damn thing senses I'm almost out of energy and takes what little bit I have left and laughs at me as I crawl to to bed.
SKIN-FLINT, what in tarnation kind of word is that? First let's examine these words separately. Skin, is skin. That was easy! Flint is a hard fine grain rock per Mr. Dickonary (oh my did i do that). What lame brain moron decided to put these two words together? Mr. Dictionary defines skin-flint as thieves' slang; lit., one who would skin a flint for gain or economy... What the .... Is it just me but I didn't learn one dang thing from that. Also stingy, and stingy per the dictionary means miserly. Miserly per the dictionary means niggardly. Niggardly per the dictionary means stingy; miserly. Damn I understand why our educational system is failing us, I don't know about ya'all out there but I'm plum ass confused!!!
If I'm an alien as in one from planet earth and not beyond u-know. Let's pretend I'm from Dumassapatamia and I'm trying to learn English (just like i'm trying and been trying my whole life) some smart as American says to me "your a skin-flint". I run home and look it up in my dumassionary, SKIN-FLINT = STINGY = MISERLY =NIGGARDLY!!!! Sheesh I reckon, I'm plum reckoned out by now.
I need another word, SLAP-HAPPY, this word seems more to my liking. Dazed or mentally impaired by or as by blows to the head; punch-drunk, silly or stupid. I'm back from the land of the lost and feel like a homing pigeon, yip-pee-yi-ah, talking my language! I'm on cloud nine. I have suffered many blows to me head & have been drunk & woke up with the feeling that somebody has used me head for a punching bag. I have been told by more than a few people in my life time that I'm silly & stupid only they used meaner F words and I beat the shit out of them... Oops maybe they were right, ya reckon!!!
I BEEN TRYING TO GET THE HANG OF THIS TYPING THING. SOME DAYS I THINK I'M IMPROVING AND SOME DAYS I GET PLUM PISSED OFF!!! I DON'T THINK MY BRAIN AND MY FINGERS ARE ON THE SAME PAGE. PRACTICE, PRACTICE, PRACTICE, I RECKON. SO WATCH OUT SOMEDAY, I'M GOING TO TRY THINKING, TYPING AND .... DAMN IT JUST NOW HIT ME , SOMEDAY I'LL BE ABLE TO TYPE AND THINK AT THE SAME TIME AND THEN LOOK OUT BOYS AND GIRLS OF THE WORLD. WON'T THAT BE A HOOT!!!
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
"DUM ASS"
i MUST BE THE ONLY DUMASS IN THE WORLD HEH! i AM TOO SIMPLE TO USE A COMPUTER, BUT i TRY IT ANY WAY. i SEEM TO DO EVERYTHING BACKWARDS, BUT HEH! iTS ALWAYS BEEN THAT WAY U-KNOW. i HAVE LOST TOUCH WITH MOST OF THE ONES i WORK WITH, BECAUSE OF AGE AND QUITE FRANKLY i HAVE NOTHING IN COMMON IN WHICH TO TALK ABOUT WITH MOST OF THEM. i GREW UP ON COCA-COLA AND THEY HIT THE JOLT TYPE CAFFEINE LADEN PUT YOU IN ORBIT STUFF. iF THIS OLD MAN WAS TO DRINK THAT MUCH CAFFEINE IN ONE DRINK i WOULD EXPLODE AND THERE WOULD BE OLD @#%&ING ME SPLATTERED EVERYWHERE. eVERYTHING HAS SOO MUCH SALT AND COMTAMINATED TOXIC STUFF IN WHAT WE EAT AND DRINK, WHY PUT THE MORTUARY CRAP IN US. aRE BODIES WILL NEVER TURN TO ASHES. uSE US FOR COAL AND FUEL FOR NUCLEAR ENERGY, THATS PROBABLY WHAT "the lovelies" OF THE WORLD ARE PLANNING ON HEH! yOU THINK THEY EAT THE SAME "wonderfully" DEATH LOADED NUTRIENT LADEN "lab rat" GOOD FOR YOU STUFF WE DO??? i DON'T THINK SO!!!!!! i BETCHA THEY AIN'T EATING NO "genetically altered" STUFF THEY SELL TO US! aIN'T NO WONDER THE CHALLENGED ONES ARE TAKING OVER ALL RACES ALL OVER THE PLANET! iTS SOON TO BE A ONE WORLD GOVERNMENT OF ONLY CHALLENGED PEOPLE. tHEM THERE CHALLENGED ONES WON'T HAVE THE BRAINS TO CHALLENGE ANYTHING. gIVE THEM SOME OF THAT THERE "genetically altered" FOOD AND WATCH THEM MAKE MORE NEWER VERSIONS OF "genetically altered" PEOPLE AS THEY BECOME BREEDING RABBITS.
I went a mite overboard for a reason! What doesn't make sense, seems to make sense anymore. I feel as though I went to sleep and stayed in one of my silly ass dream movies. I can make no sense out of anything anymore. I think at times I have gone MADD and I am the only one that sees all the crazy ass stupidity of GALACTIC IGNORANCE!!! I believe all the GALACTIC FRUITCAKES have converged on planet earth in the last half century and are doing their job!!! OH FUCK, I MUST BE THE ONLY CRAZY DUMASS ON PLANET I-G-N-O-R-A-N-C-E....................................
I went a mite overboard for a reason! What doesn't make sense, seems to make sense anymore. I feel as though I went to sleep and stayed in one of my silly ass dream movies. I can make no sense out of anything anymore. I think at times I have gone MADD and I am the only one that sees all the crazy ass stupidity of GALACTIC IGNORANCE!!! I believe all the GALACTIC FRUITCAKES have converged on planet earth in the last half century and are doing their job!!! OH FUCK, I MUST BE THE ONLY CRAZY DUMASS ON PLANET I-G-N-O-R-A-N-C-E....................................
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Emptiness
Emptiness is horrifying and so sad! It appears from nowhere like a Summer's Storm. Working through the emptiness is more challenging each time. I will my mind, soul and body to press on. What else can one do? To completely give up is death... Not I, I'll fight the daily madness of life that comes my way... Emptiness gnaws at me and I don't understand? I sometimes wake up in a drunken stupor. I was not like that when my head hit the pillow expecting a night of sweet dreams. Why then, when I awake is my soul so empty? I stay in this stupor of oblivion for a few hours or a few days! Once upon a time I was in this fog for years, can't go there again. I simply cannot, I would disappear forever. I once possessed a stronger body and soul with a wee bit of light. My life's light has dimmed.
Existing, by having a routine and working enables my mind and soul to carry on. I have attempted many challenges in my lifetime. I reckon, I succeeded as many times as I've failed. I should of worked harder at some of my endeavors, as I reflect here on the front porch, rocking time away. Viewing the sunset of my life.
Just as my Grand-dad learned to read & write at the age of 62, I begin a quest that hopefully last until my last breath. I wish to convey to you my everyday challenging of darkness and light, via my blog. I have felt simplicity, kindness, love and seen the dark side of my soul. I humbly wish to give my perspectives of life on a daily basis if possible and throw in some stories I have been working on. I cannot do anything about the atrocities that are all around us and all over our planet! My wish is to visit you on your screen and show my funny, sad or the completely out of control zaniness that sometimes takes over a child in an old man's body. I purposely did not give out personal info about myself. I wish for you to see me as you wish to see me, as I give to you, myself, from my heart & soul. I'm searching for peace the same as all of you out there. My heart may visit yours as we connect from time to time. That would be so beautiful. I'm just like you wherever you reside. Sometimes I feel blessed and sometimes I bleed from sorrows!!! THANK YOU FOR VISITING MY HUMBLE SITE.
Existing, by having a routine and working enables my mind and soul to carry on. I have attempted many challenges in my lifetime. I reckon, I succeeded as many times as I've failed. I should of worked harder at some of my endeavors, as I reflect here on the front porch, rocking time away. Viewing the sunset of my life.
Just as my Grand-dad learned to read & write at the age of 62, I begin a quest that hopefully last until my last breath. I wish to convey to you my everyday challenging of darkness and light, via my blog. I have felt simplicity, kindness, love and seen the dark side of my soul. I humbly wish to give my perspectives of life on a daily basis if possible and throw in some stories I have been working on. I cannot do anything about the atrocities that are all around us and all over our planet! My wish is to visit you on your screen and show my funny, sad or the completely out of control zaniness that sometimes takes over a child in an old man's body. I purposely did not give out personal info about myself. I wish for you to see me as you wish to see me, as I give to you, myself, from my heart & soul. I'm searching for peace the same as all of you out there. My heart may visit yours as we connect from time to time. That would be so beautiful. I'm just like you wherever you reside. Sometimes I feel blessed and sometimes I bleed from sorrows!!! THANK YOU FOR VISITING MY HUMBLE SITE.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Hunble
My attempts at pursuing a new hobbie in my golden years have been frightening, challenging and brought back sitting at my desk in the Big Red Brick Schoolhouse. The nervousness of never being smart enough, nor good enough at any endeavor. Damn, that's not what an old man needs! But hey baby, I'm not dead yet, so why not try? WHY NOT??? One dies when there is no brain waves, I have too much crap going around and around upstairs, I'm not sure they're brain waves. I'm a simple man from the humbliest of beginnings, and guess what against all odds, "HELLO", this here,old boy is still alive and-a kicking. Not kicking as high and bodily slowed to a crawl. I never got hooked on booze or drugs. I defy logic per my DOCTORMAN!!! Hell its probably all the preservatives in all the processed foods I have ate in my life. My grandpa used to eat bacon only they called it jowl bacon, years ago. Besides his bacon, he would consume 6 fried eggs and 10 biscuits for breakfast!!! Yep, that's how they ate back then and he lived beyond the normal age. There was no such thing as processed foods back then. They raised, canned, butchered and made pert-nert everything. So it was all natural. Shuckins you would fry yourn taters in bacon grease. Man o-live you ain't ate no fried taters unless you have had them fried in real GREASE. If you would of fried them taters in olive oil they would of sent you packing down the dirt road.
These humble folk were unpretentious, simple straight shooting honorable people. These are the people that came to America to have freedom and these are the same simple patriots that helped old George win FREEDOM FOR THE U S of A over 200 years ago. Humble, proud, made everything for themselves. Self reliant, most poorly educated but with backbone & righteousness compared to the wusses of today.
That same ornery hillbilly, egg sucking, jowl loving, biscuit eating son of a gun learned to read & write at age 62! He then had the time and commitment to make it happen, & so it came to past. I would visit and he would be sitting over in the corner reading out loud with his one eye. OOPS did I forget to tell ya, my grandpa only had one eye! Completely forgot never seemed important enough to say, it never stopped him. He would then look at me with his one eye and tell me what the Bible said! I never understood, nor read the Bible, to complicated and foreign to me, but he did several times before he passed. Is that an accomplishment or WHAT!!!
I look up the word HUMBLE, not proud; not self assertive; modest. Unpretentious as in a humble home. To lower in pride; make modest or humble in mind.
Lord have mercy, them sounds like goood people to me! I know one thing for sure if I was looking for people to give jobs to, there seems like my kind of people. These are the types that have built this country I live in and it ain't them that are destroying it TODAY! Over 2 centuries ago there was a war fought by and for the humble simple people from different countries, seems we're in the same shape now! Them rich self sbsorbed assholes of gold, never let us be, they keep pushing and pushing. We have only one thing in our arsenal to fight the mighty minority. You know what it is! Even as you read this they are trying to take away our only true form of worldwide instantaneous communication that is not yet controlled by the MASS MEDIAS, and that be the same rich SOB'S that have always tried to enslave and keep us HUMBLE AND GOOD ONES OF THE WORLD FROM CONTINUING PURITY OF HEART, SOUL AND PEACEFUL WAYS... Thank you my humble friends.
These humble folk were unpretentious, simple straight shooting honorable people. These are the people that came to America to have freedom and these are the same simple patriots that helped old George win FREEDOM FOR THE U S of A over 200 years ago. Humble, proud, made everything for themselves. Self reliant, most poorly educated but with backbone & righteousness compared to the wusses of today.
That same ornery hillbilly, egg sucking, jowl loving, biscuit eating son of a gun learned to read & write at age 62! He then had the time and commitment to make it happen, & so it came to past. I would visit and he would be sitting over in the corner reading out loud with his one eye. OOPS did I forget to tell ya, my grandpa only had one eye! Completely forgot never seemed important enough to say, it never stopped him. He would then look at me with his one eye and tell me what the Bible said! I never understood, nor read the Bible, to complicated and foreign to me, but he did several times before he passed. Is that an accomplishment or WHAT!!!
I look up the word HUMBLE, not proud; not self assertive; modest. Unpretentious as in a humble home. To lower in pride; make modest or humble in mind.
Lord have mercy, them sounds like goood people to me! I know one thing for sure if I was looking for people to give jobs to, there seems like my kind of people. These are the types that have built this country I live in and it ain't them that are destroying it TODAY! Over 2 centuries ago there was a war fought by and for the humble simple people from different countries, seems we're in the same shape now! Them rich self sbsorbed assholes of gold, never let us be, they keep pushing and pushing. We have only one thing in our arsenal to fight the mighty minority. You know what it is! Even as you read this they are trying to take away our only true form of worldwide instantaneous communication that is not yet controlled by the MASS MEDIAS, and that be the same rich SOB'S that have always tried to enslave and keep us HUMBLE AND GOOD ONES OF THE WORLD FROM CONTINUING PURITY OF HEART, SOUL AND PEACEFUL WAYS... Thank you my humble friends.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
FATHER'S DAY "SALUTE"
I wish to jot down a few words of praise, and encouragement to you GOOD-FATHERS out there I proudly S-A-L-U-T-E you!!! It's not an easy time to be a Father...The world seems upside down even in my little corner of the Heartland. Times change, but a Father must remain constant (I have not forgotten about you Mothers out there but this here is Fathers Day, OKAY) to give children the necessary survival skills to what? SURVIVE BABY!!! I read about the intelligence level of the children going south and I don't like it AT ALL!!! Not now when we need GOOD DADS more than ever. You don't have to Professor Dad-dio to raise good children. I'mma not talking genius crap u-know. I'mma talking love, guidance, leadership common sense Fatherly man to child instinctive natural things here okay!!! I'm sure as hell not talking sitting around watching sports drinking beer, doing crack, marijuana or drinking Bud and acting all cool with your Bros or Whatevers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Little ones need guidance with a firm loving hand of praise to teach and lift them beyond themselves. DO YOU HEAR WHAT I'M SAYING OUT THERE. Stand up and praise Hallelujah!!!
True story, I was in line at Halloween time and witnessed something that made my heart ache for the children. Avery nasty looking man and woman was in front of me in the checkout lane. How do I define nasty? Glitter & Flash & Talking Trash for all to hear! They were buying him a camouflage outfit as in G. I. Joe stuff, and the young boy of perhaps 8 was holding onto a large Army style killing knife. He tells his Dad while moving the knife CHUCKY STYLE (the little killer doll of the movie crap ) "now I can kill somebody with my knife". (Fucking hello out there, I could not believe my ears)! The nasty looking man never even acknowledged the boy, to say anything one way or the other!!! This is what makes my skin CRAWL BABY! Where would a young lad get that idea, not from Sponge Bob cartoons!!! My personal thoughts are video games! It ain't the real world baby, but young ones must have ADULT GUIDANCE...
I'm terribly SORRY I went overboard on the not-good Fathers! That was not my wish, so I'll try and make it up to you REAL & FINE FATHERS. I love you from the bottom of this old Man's heart! I see good Fathers in action and it is heartwarming & heartfilling. One can never do enough, your children are your first priority, they didn't ask to be brought into this world. YOU, brought them into this world and when that happened you need to put away "those young boy ways"!
I'M EXTREMELY PASSIONATE ABOUT THIS SUBJECT YOU SEE! MY FATHER WAS A POOR ROLE MODEL AND IF I COULD WISH FOR ONE THING IN LIFE FOR EVERY CHILD OF THE WORLD IT WOULD BE TO HAVE TWO GOOD PARENTS UNTIL ADULTHOOD. I BELIEVE THAT ONE SIMPLE, YET SPECIAL "THING" MIGHT POSSIBLY TURN THE CORNER TOO A NEW AND WONDERFUL WORLD FOR THE FUTURE... thank you all the daddys and mommies in the universe.
True story, I was in line at Halloween time and witnessed something that made my heart ache for the children. Avery nasty looking man and woman was in front of me in the checkout lane. How do I define nasty? Glitter & Flash & Talking Trash for all to hear! They were buying him a camouflage outfit as in G. I. Joe stuff, and the young boy of perhaps 8 was holding onto a large Army style killing knife. He tells his Dad while moving the knife CHUCKY STYLE (the little killer doll of the movie crap ) "now I can kill somebody with my knife". (Fucking hello out there, I could not believe my ears)! The nasty looking man never even acknowledged the boy, to say anything one way or the other!!! This is what makes my skin CRAWL BABY! Where would a young lad get that idea, not from Sponge Bob cartoons!!! My personal thoughts are video games! It ain't the real world baby, but young ones must have ADULT GUIDANCE...
I'm terribly SORRY I went overboard on the not-good Fathers! That was not my wish, so I'll try and make it up to you REAL & FINE FATHERS. I love you from the bottom of this old Man's heart! I see good Fathers in action and it is heartwarming & heartfilling. One can never do enough, your children are your first priority, they didn't ask to be brought into this world. YOU, brought them into this world and when that happened you need to put away "those young boy ways"!
I'M EXTREMELY PASSIONATE ABOUT THIS SUBJECT YOU SEE! MY FATHER WAS A POOR ROLE MODEL AND IF I COULD WISH FOR ONE THING IN LIFE FOR EVERY CHILD OF THE WORLD IT WOULD BE TO HAVE TWO GOOD PARENTS UNTIL ADULTHOOD. I BELIEVE THAT ONE SIMPLE, YET SPECIAL "THING" MIGHT POSSIBLY TURN THE CORNER TOO A NEW AND WONDERFUL WORLD FOR THE FUTURE... thank you all the daddys and mommies in the universe.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
ABOVE IT "ALL"
Another day, another week am I closer to death, destruction, winning the lottery or peace on earth. How about maybe Politicians not lying to the American people!!! LORD HAVE MERCY! What was in my medicine. I'm coming to you tonight from high above planet Earth. I have been abducted and am traveling where no HU-MAN has gone before. The galaxies are my playground to wander to visit to do anything I wish! What do I wish for, I wish to fry some Politicians and Evil Ones asses on the Sun... Fry them like shish-kabobs until they tell the truth. Take the powerful, rich, evil SOB'S and tie them to a comet to see the backside. Their destiny would be to see the tail of the comet forever, and ever!!! Damn I'm feeling too @#$%ing good to stop!
Funny I mentioned comet... About 15 years ago the comet Hale Bopp was visible. Most fascinating sight I've never witnessed. I would drive away from the city lights and gaze at it for hours. It captivated me in unexplainable understanding. I was nothing compared to this "wonderment of the cosmos". I was a sliver of a grain of sand in the galaxies of galaxies. Insignificance was I, in the grand scheme of things. Somehow this wonder of the nighttime sky began to wake me up from a lifetime daze of brainwashing insanity. It was not overnight but started me on the path of understanding and searching.
Up until that point in my life, I never questioned authority, I believed in the American Way! What is the American Way? Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. If you believe in your elected officials all dreams are possible.
There are no answers to the questions we ask!!! If we dwell upon unanswerable questions and allow the problems of the world to grind away at our soul. It's all smoke and mirrors. There is so much discombobulation, disinformation going on, we can't think straight. The EVIL is winning, so we must find a small piece of the universe to get away from the doom and gloom that is prevalent everywhere.
HOW DO WE SURVIVE IN A WORLD GONE MAADD!!! WE MUST RESORT TO WHAT WE CAN CONTROL, AND FIND SOLACE IN. LITTLE PLEASURES CAN BECOME A TREASURE CHEST IF WE ALLOW THEM TO BE. WHAT MADE US HAPPY AS A CHILD. IMAGINATION WAS OUR GOLD, OUR SPIRIT, OUR HEART.
IF YOU CAN'T GO OUTSIDE ON A WARM SUMMER'S NIGHT AND LOOK UP AT THE BEAUTY OF A FULL MOON, OR ON A MOONLESS NIGHT, LOOK UP AT THE STAR FILLED SKY, I FEEL COMPASSION FOR YOU, BECAUSE THE SMALL OVERLOOKED THINGS IN THIS WORLD GONE MAADD IS THE SIMPLICITY THAT DOESN'T COST A DIME AND WILL KEEP US SIMPLE FOLK SURVIVING. FOR IF NOTHING ELSE WE MUST SURVIVE THE MAADDNESS. THANK YOU FOR TUNING IN TO GLEN VIEW.
Funny I mentioned comet... About 15 years ago the comet Hale Bopp was visible. Most fascinating sight I've never witnessed. I would drive away from the city lights and gaze at it for hours. It captivated me in unexplainable understanding. I was nothing compared to this "wonderment of the cosmos". I was a sliver of a grain of sand in the galaxies of galaxies. Insignificance was I, in the grand scheme of things. Somehow this wonder of the nighttime sky began to wake me up from a lifetime daze of brainwashing insanity. It was not overnight but started me on the path of understanding and searching.
Up until that point in my life, I never questioned authority, I believed in the American Way! What is the American Way? Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. If you believe in your elected officials all dreams are possible.
There are no answers to the questions we ask!!! If we dwell upon unanswerable questions and allow the problems of the world to grind away at our soul. It's all smoke and mirrors. There is so much discombobulation, disinformation going on, we can't think straight. The EVIL is winning, so we must find a small piece of the universe to get away from the doom and gloom that is prevalent everywhere.
HOW DO WE SURVIVE IN A WORLD GONE MAADD!!! WE MUST RESORT TO WHAT WE CAN CONTROL, AND FIND SOLACE IN. LITTLE PLEASURES CAN BECOME A TREASURE CHEST IF WE ALLOW THEM TO BE. WHAT MADE US HAPPY AS A CHILD. IMAGINATION WAS OUR GOLD, OUR SPIRIT, OUR HEART.
IF YOU CAN'T GO OUTSIDE ON A WARM SUMMER'S NIGHT AND LOOK UP AT THE BEAUTY OF A FULL MOON, OR ON A MOONLESS NIGHT, LOOK UP AT THE STAR FILLED SKY, I FEEL COMPASSION FOR YOU, BECAUSE THE SMALL OVERLOOKED THINGS IN THIS WORLD GONE MAADD IS THE SIMPLICITY THAT DOESN'T COST A DIME AND WILL KEEP US SIMPLE FOLK SURVIVING. FOR IF NOTHING ELSE WE MUST SURVIVE THE MAADDNESS. THANK YOU FOR TUNING IN TO GLEN VIEW.
Friday, June 17, 2011
Don't you love to wait!!!
I wish to comment on our everyday social standards good and bad. Socializing, interacting in normal everyday situations. As adults and well mannered individuals, we patiently wait, seems waiting has become a part of accepted normal human behavior, we understand and accept that we must wait to get whatever we're after simple enough right! As school children we are taught to wait and line up to go to the cafeteria etc. Waiting our turn is a learned valuable accepted behavior and proper etiquette. Does not everybody have them! Does our parents not teach this important trait! Of course they do or at least that is part of a parents parental responsibility and is reinforced through the schools, right! By the time when one is viewed as an adult at the age of 18 we should be as finely tuned as a violin.
I have never been good at waiting. Still I do it! Have to don't we, to accomplish anything, right! You damn right-a I'm right! Are older people better at waiting? There older, therefore they have more experience. The ones that can't train themselves to patiently wait, probably have a heart attack and died a long time ago. Can you imagine how much time you spend waiting, if you live to the normal life expectancy? So you would think we would be really, really good at this one learned human behavior, RIGHT!!! WHY! don't I think so?
It's 5:45 AM, you have your clock set for 6:AM. You wake up and see you have 15 minutes more that you can sleep, do you get up, I don't think so! You go back to sleep, the alarm goes off, you think, aw shit! you push the snooze button. Hell you're starting the damn day off waiting and you ain't even got your ass out of bed yet!!! Am I right! hell yeah I'm right!!! Sorry to be soo passionate about this, but doesn't everybody do this? If you don't your not normal! You've waited too long in bed and now you're too late to have coffee and breakfast. What happens now? You stop buy a drive-thru and wait! You're late to work and quess who's waiting on you, the Boss! You spend all day at work waiting for break time, lunch time and time to get off work. You fly out to your Subaru and stop at the Grocery Store, you spend more time waiting in line than what it took to get milk, bread. Damn! You need fuel so you stop at Convenient Ain't Us! You can't get your debit card to work at the pump so you must go inside the "CONVENIENT" store to pay. There's one cashier and five people in line, so what do you do... wait, finally you make it to the cashier, now that your at the checkout the cashier says "please wait", she deposits a million dollars, all 20's into the safe. You can't get the swipey thing to work for your debit card, so you give it to the cashier and she doesn't have any problem at all! So you have lost 15 minutes of your life because the "CONVENIENCE" of paying at the pump with your convenient card didn't work. Now you hid home and construction causes you to wait, and when you get home your kids are waiting on you for dinner. You can't wait to get through dinner to relax. You set down to enjoy your favorite show on TV and it has been postponed for a Presidential Speech. You can't wait for the President to shut up so you can watch your show. So by now it's time to go to bed so tomorrow you can do it all again!!!!
I HAVE KEPT MYSELF WAITING AS I LOST MY ORIGINAL POINT AND GOT LOST SOMEWHERE IN LINE. Why is it that some people think they're too good, too busy, too important too wait just like we have been taught all our lives too patiently wait? I HOPE WHEN IT COMES MY TIME TO WAIT IN LINE FOR THE FINAL TIME, ALL THEM ASSHOLES THAT CAN'T WAIT TAKE MY TURN AND I CAN WAIT ONCE MORE, TO GET BACK ALL THE TIME I HAVE WAITED IN LINE!!! thank you...
I have never been good at waiting. Still I do it! Have to don't we, to accomplish anything, right! You damn right-a I'm right! Are older people better at waiting? There older, therefore they have more experience. The ones that can't train themselves to patiently wait, probably have a heart attack and died a long time ago. Can you imagine how much time you spend waiting, if you live to the normal life expectancy? So you would think we would be really, really good at this one learned human behavior, RIGHT!!! WHY! don't I think so?
It's 5:45 AM, you have your clock set for 6:AM. You wake up and see you have 15 minutes more that you can sleep, do you get up, I don't think so! You go back to sleep, the alarm goes off, you think, aw shit! you push the snooze button. Hell you're starting the damn day off waiting and you ain't even got your ass out of bed yet!!! Am I right! hell yeah I'm right!!! Sorry to be soo passionate about this, but doesn't everybody do this? If you don't your not normal! You've waited too long in bed and now you're too late to have coffee and breakfast. What happens now? You stop buy a drive-thru and wait! You're late to work and quess who's waiting on you, the Boss! You spend all day at work waiting for break time, lunch time and time to get off work. You fly out to your Subaru and stop at the Grocery Store, you spend more time waiting in line than what it took to get milk, bread. Damn! You need fuel so you stop at Convenient Ain't Us! You can't get your debit card to work at the pump so you must go inside the "CONVENIENT" store to pay. There's one cashier and five people in line, so what do you do... wait, finally you make it to the cashier, now that your at the checkout the cashier says "please wait", she deposits a million dollars, all 20's into the safe. You can't get the swipey thing to work for your debit card, so you give it to the cashier and she doesn't have any problem at all! So you have lost 15 minutes of your life because the "CONVENIENCE" of paying at the pump with your convenient card didn't work. Now you hid home and construction causes you to wait, and when you get home your kids are waiting on you for dinner. You can't wait to get through dinner to relax. You set down to enjoy your favorite show on TV and it has been postponed for a Presidential Speech. You can't wait for the President to shut up so you can watch your show. So by now it's time to go to bed so tomorrow you can do it all again!!!!
I HAVE KEPT MYSELF WAITING AS I LOST MY ORIGINAL POINT AND GOT LOST SOMEWHERE IN LINE. Why is it that some people think they're too good, too busy, too important too wait just like we have been taught all our lives too patiently wait? I HOPE WHEN IT COMES MY TIME TO WAIT IN LINE FOR THE FINAL TIME, ALL THEM ASSHOLES THAT CAN'T WAIT TAKE MY TURN AND I CAN WAIT ONCE MORE, TO GET BACK ALL THE TIME I HAVE WAITED IN LINE!!! thank you...
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Kid in a Candy Store
Late at night after my day is done, I feel like a kid in a candy store. I can completely relax and be ME. It's not easy being me, I assure you, take my word on this matter! It has always been hard for me to relax. I never knew how too! What does one do? Find a comfortable position, breath in and out slowly, deeply, say ohm!, ohm!, ohm! This I can accomplish, how do you keep your mind still? Alcohol used to work rather well, it was the damn hangover that was a problem! Sedatives worked nicely, but I'm not a rich socialite who can stay drunk and asleep all the time!
I'm not like Data on Star Trek, who has an on and off switch. I would like to have one though. At the end of the day just turn me-self off. There is people I would like to tune out or better still install an off switch and permanently leave it off. No I don't mean like killing them, I wouldn't want that for nobody!
You see right here, I have BIG TROUBLE keeping my mind in one place. Focus, ohm! ohm! ohm! that ain't no damn good, I'm thinking about all kinds of crazy crap as I'm trying to relax. It's like a crazy man's recipe, a dash of this, a smidgen of that, a pinch of that!!! No wonder I have Blood Pressure problems. I can't rest my brain. I take my nighttime medicine and I get plum ass looney, but you know what, I'M TOO OLD TO GIVE A RAT'S ASS ANYMORE!!! Yee, ah, ha, ha, ha, yippee yi-aaa, ride him cowboy!!! You think I'm crazy now!, you ought to off known me before I started taking them wonder drugs to keep me in control! Yow-zaa!!! I'm one stubborn, crazy old mule and to quote my own Doctor "you take enough medicine to put a mule down". Well hell there ain't no way I can rest! My own Doctor is trying to put me down.
I told my Doctor "I been telling you for years and years my metabolism, ain't normal".
I haven't been around "NORMAL" people, my whole life. I've got noo-body to be a roll model. My Daddy was plum ass nuts, from abnormal hillbilly upbringing. My Momma, what can I say about my Momma. I love my Momma, she was the oldest one of the family and had to help raise her brothers and sisters. In today's world that would qualify her for certifiably nuts! But then she met my Daddy, and "HIS FAMILY", that there, pushed my Momma into her own twilight zone and she ain't never recovered! How could she after pushing me out!
Any-whooo! No I ain't no Hooty ass Owl! At the end of a long hard day I come home and get me a bite to eat, put the dog out, take a shower. It's late night everyone is in bed but me. I plant my fanny in my chair and turn that dang computer on and watch it come to life. It casts a spell on me, that I must obey. It takes over my mind, and takes it where no brain has gone before. I'm lost but my mind is at peace, because I'm plugged into the computer's umbilical cord, via the keyboard, it feeds me, nourishes me. I know not what I write, it doesn't matter, I'm in the past, present and future at the same time. I visit the moon Alice, I'm a third grader once again, playing kick ball at recess. I'm in a forest and am lost, but there is no fear, instead of trees there's words, coherent or whatever, I'm at peace if only for a minute. My day no matter how stressful, man made or, Me made, disappears, I'm free riding the wings of the world "BABY"!!! Through tiny wires and through the air, bouncing off satellites, I can go and be anywhere, that anyone wants to see the ramblings of a simple man, that tries his damnest to be pure of heart and soul, that wishes only peace and prosperity for the whole world, even though his mind tells him there is too much EVIL out there to make it SO, still for a moment in time, the world, and HE, is at peace, AND damn he can do it again tomorrow, same time same place. But if I had never been, look at the life that would of been lost, and the pleasure, after over half a century + of self-inflicted agony, I would now be missing, if ME or GLEN VIEW had never happened. AT TIMES WHEN THE TIMING OF MY INCOHERENT UNTRAINED STYLE OF WHATEVER I'M DOING HITS, DAMN I FEEL LIKE A KID IN A CANDY STORE, AND I'M ABOUT AS RELAXED AS ONE OLD MULE CAN GET!!!!!!! Thanks from the bottom of this old Jackass's HEART...
I'm not like Data on Star Trek, who has an on and off switch. I would like to have one though. At the end of the day just turn me-self off. There is people I would like to tune out or better still install an off switch and permanently leave it off. No I don't mean like killing them, I wouldn't want that for nobody!
You see right here, I have BIG TROUBLE keeping my mind in one place. Focus, ohm! ohm! ohm! that ain't no damn good, I'm thinking about all kinds of crazy crap as I'm trying to relax. It's like a crazy man's recipe, a dash of this, a smidgen of that, a pinch of that!!! No wonder I have Blood Pressure problems. I can't rest my brain. I take my nighttime medicine and I get plum ass looney, but you know what, I'M TOO OLD TO GIVE A RAT'S ASS ANYMORE!!! Yee, ah, ha, ha, ha, yippee yi-aaa, ride him cowboy!!! You think I'm crazy now!, you ought to off known me before I started taking them wonder drugs to keep me in control! Yow-zaa!!! I'm one stubborn, crazy old mule and to quote my own Doctor "you take enough medicine to put a mule down". Well hell there ain't no way I can rest! My own Doctor is trying to put me down.
I told my Doctor "I been telling you for years and years my metabolism, ain't normal".
I haven't been around "NORMAL" people, my whole life. I've got noo-body to be a roll model. My Daddy was plum ass nuts, from abnormal hillbilly upbringing. My Momma, what can I say about my Momma. I love my Momma, she was the oldest one of the family and had to help raise her brothers and sisters. In today's world that would qualify her for certifiably nuts! But then she met my Daddy, and "HIS FAMILY", that there, pushed my Momma into her own twilight zone and she ain't never recovered! How could she after pushing me out!
Any-whooo! No I ain't no Hooty ass Owl! At the end of a long hard day I come home and get me a bite to eat, put the dog out, take a shower. It's late night everyone is in bed but me. I plant my fanny in my chair and turn that dang computer on and watch it come to life. It casts a spell on me, that I must obey. It takes over my mind, and takes it where no brain has gone before. I'm lost but my mind is at peace, because I'm plugged into the computer's umbilical cord, via the keyboard, it feeds me, nourishes me. I know not what I write, it doesn't matter, I'm in the past, present and future at the same time. I visit the moon Alice, I'm a third grader once again, playing kick ball at recess. I'm in a forest and am lost, but there is no fear, instead of trees there's words, coherent or whatever, I'm at peace if only for a minute. My day no matter how stressful, man made or, Me made, disappears, I'm free riding the wings of the world "BABY"!!! Through tiny wires and through the air, bouncing off satellites, I can go and be anywhere, that anyone wants to see the ramblings of a simple man, that tries his damnest to be pure of heart and soul, that wishes only peace and prosperity for the whole world, even though his mind tells him there is too much EVIL out there to make it SO, still for a moment in time, the world, and HE, is at peace, AND damn he can do it again tomorrow, same time same place. But if I had never been, look at the life that would of been lost, and the pleasure, after over half a century + of self-inflicted agony, I would now be missing, if ME or GLEN VIEW had never happened. AT TIMES WHEN THE TIMING OF MY INCOHERENT UNTRAINED STYLE OF WHATEVER I'M DOING HITS, DAMN I FEEL LIKE A KID IN A CANDY STORE, AND I'M ABOUT AS RELAXED AS ONE OLD MULE CAN GET!!!!!!! Thanks from the bottom of this old Jackass's HEART...
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Recap & "THANKS"
The meaning of recap (drum roll please); to put new tread on a worn tire. WHAT? I think I have lost it entirely, that's not what I had in mind! Who in their right mind would put new tread on an old worn out, ta..ta..ta.. tire. (You thought I was going to say that F..F..F..word didn't you) NA, NA, NA, NA, NA, NA!!! I best reflect on this a momento, I'm like an old worn tire, you could call me a recap! Put some of that new tread shit on me, I wanna roll again just like new! Hallelujah brothers and sisters, I been recapped and I'm good as new!!! Wait a minute they have Viagra to reinflate u-know, so why not "Recap". If they put new tread on an old yet solid and proven foundation, I'd be better than being a baby again and having to relearn all the crapola again, hells fire I already know that crap!!! I can see the advertisement slogan, "Recap, to Recoop and be as good as new again"! I like it! WHOOPSY, SORRY, EXCUSE ME A SEC OKAY!!!
There apparently is another recap in Mr. Dictionary and I went off on a tirade of insanity. I apologize. Recap is a recapitulation, "A WHAT"!!! That don't sound too good, to an old man on the brink of destruction. Shall I try this once again, I know it's passed my beddy bye time, but what ta..ta..ta.. the hell is going on here. Recap per the second definition of that word is... a recapitulation, or summary. Well that's what I thought and planned, was a little summary, but NO! when you're a man and you see something that you may confuse with cutting something off, your brain goes into the alert mode! Red lights start flashing and you automatically go into a defensive mode as if you have been out in below zero weather for a spell!!! I was confused with decapitation.
Once again, I'm sorry but I didn't see that long version of recap coming. To be serious, I would like to give thanks to those of you who find the time in this hectic world to visit my humble blog. I appreciate it from the bottom of an old man's heart. I attempt a challenge, way too late in my life. I know absolutely the bare minimum about this damn computer. Honestly, I never learned to type in school. I reckon I figured I would be tolling in a factory all my life and still am, so what in tarnation is a-pecking away at them little keys gonna do me, I ain't no chicken!!! Also I hated English, my worst class and as you can see still is! I don't know the PROPER sentence structure and any of that other stuff that one should know and guess what, I don't give a SHIT!!! I work with a young man that has the mental faculties of maybe a 12 year old, but he has taught this old man fuun! He goes around and ask people "are you having fun" and damn it I am. I ask you to overlook my lack of schooling as I try to make up with my overactive imagination. Which has been a curse and a blessing but that sums me up pretty darn good...
A good friend of mine I'll call him Klem, actually started this blog fer me. He was aware that I fooled around with writing simple silly stuff by hand. He says "start your own blog". Shit!!! I didn't even have a computer and knew absolutely nut-tin about them. What amma I gonna do, look at it! I talk about this early in one of my blogs, Creating of Glen View. Klem is the smartest man I know and he is a Brainiac, he been to college and everythang! Me I'm a poor man from the Heartland. It's quite funny I suppose, the brain & the nut. U-know differences sometimes is interesting. In my recent years I have become a recluse from life and all the obstacles I can no longer face. He be outgoing and has traveled a heap, but our roots are here in the Heartland during our formative years and losing someone special early in life, also growing up in the same era has made us more alike than different. I find it terribly funny how he can quote Shakespeare and I briefly know who the man is. I thank you BUDDY!
I would like to thank my spouse of a lifetime, who once said "I think aliens has taken over his brain" I agree and they are just getting started "BABY". YOU AIN'T SEEN N-O-T-H-I-N-G YET. I'm doing my best to learn many things when most rock away the golden years watching TV and great grand kids running around screaming for no darn reason. You see, I still wanna be that kid running around, or in my case crawling around and saying "GOSH DARN IT! I AM HAVING FUUUN!!! AS ALWAYS THANK YOU FOR VISITING MY HUMBLE SITE... PLEASE OVERLOOK MY INEXPERIENCE AS I ATTEMPT TO GIVE YOU A LAUGH, A CRY, OR SOMETHING CORNY, FROM CORN COUNTRY TO TICKLE YOUR HEART... goodnight & don't let the bed bugs bite!!!
There apparently is another recap in Mr. Dictionary and I went off on a tirade of insanity. I apologize. Recap is a recapitulation, "A WHAT"!!! That don't sound too good, to an old man on the brink of destruction. Shall I try this once again, I know it's passed my beddy bye time, but what ta..ta..ta.. the hell is going on here. Recap per the second definition of that word is... a recapitulation, or summary. Well that's what I thought and planned, was a little summary, but NO! when you're a man and you see something that you may confuse with cutting something off, your brain goes into the alert mode! Red lights start flashing and you automatically go into a defensive mode as if you have been out in below zero weather for a spell!!! I was confused with decapitation.
Once again, I'm sorry but I didn't see that long version of recap coming. To be serious, I would like to give thanks to those of you who find the time in this hectic world to visit my humble blog. I appreciate it from the bottom of an old man's heart. I attempt a challenge, way too late in my life. I know absolutely the bare minimum about this damn computer. Honestly, I never learned to type in school. I reckon I figured I would be tolling in a factory all my life and still am, so what in tarnation is a-pecking away at them little keys gonna do me, I ain't no chicken!!! Also I hated English, my worst class and as you can see still is! I don't know the PROPER sentence structure and any of that other stuff that one should know and guess what, I don't give a SHIT!!! I work with a young man that has the mental faculties of maybe a 12 year old, but he has taught this old man fuun! He goes around and ask people "are you having fun" and damn it I am. I ask you to overlook my lack of schooling as I try to make up with my overactive imagination. Which has been a curse and a blessing but that sums me up pretty darn good...
A good friend of mine I'll call him Klem, actually started this blog fer me. He was aware that I fooled around with writing simple silly stuff by hand. He says "start your own blog". Shit!!! I didn't even have a computer and knew absolutely nut-tin about them. What amma I gonna do, look at it! I talk about this early in one of my blogs, Creating of Glen View. Klem is the smartest man I know and he is a Brainiac, he been to college and everythang! Me I'm a poor man from the Heartland. It's quite funny I suppose, the brain & the nut. U-know differences sometimes is interesting. In my recent years I have become a recluse from life and all the obstacles I can no longer face. He be outgoing and has traveled a heap, but our roots are here in the Heartland during our formative years and losing someone special early in life, also growing up in the same era has made us more alike than different. I find it terribly funny how he can quote Shakespeare and I briefly know who the man is. I thank you BUDDY!
I would like to thank my spouse of a lifetime, who once said "I think aliens has taken over his brain" I agree and they are just getting started "BABY". YOU AIN'T SEEN N-O-T-H-I-N-G YET. I'm doing my best to learn many things when most rock away the golden years watching TV and great grand kids running around screaming for no darn reason. You see, I still wanna be that kid running around, or in my case crawling around and saying "GOSH DARN IT! I AM HAVING FUUUN!!! AS ALWAYS THANK YOU FOR VISITING MY HUMBLE SITE... PLEASE OVERLOOK MY INEXPERIENCE AS I ATTEMPT TO GIVE YOU A LAUGH, A CRY, OR SOMETHING CORNY, FROM CORN COUNTRY TO TICKLE YOUR HEART... goodnight & don't let the bed bugs bite!!!
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
SIMPLE MAN
I'm a simple man, until 10 months ago I never had a computer, did not know how to type. Still don't and still know nothing about a computer. I'm learning, ain't that wonderful. If you wish to try something, why not! My imagination has guided me through life. I have the ability to imagine GOOD & BAD, sometimes it's like an echo in my head. I might have a thought that is old fashion "corny". By the time the thought is through, the echoing comes back totally the opposite. I know! I know! Grandmothers told us when we were little tyker's, "you have an Angel on one shoulder and the Devil on the other shoulder". Being the imaginative little soul I was, I must of took it to another level and it's still with me! Good or bad its ME! Besides what can I do about it now!
My goal at this time of my life is quite "simple". Simplicity is the best medicine! Yeah, I just made that up! The meaning of simple actually is quite simple! Just funning ya'all! Uncomplicated, damn! they give a simple two syllable man a five syllable meaning! That's the kind of crap an old tired soldier of life has to go through every day! Ain't no wonder I have high blood pressure. Sometimes life simply sucks as you're trying to uncomplicate your dang life. Try to get a cable man to install cable, yeah that's uncomplicated!!! Try talking to someone on a help line that speaks your language, that's really uncomplicated!!! After you have spent an hour getting a real human, you speak English and they speak Martianese. They ain't even from this planet, now that's what I call a real ALIEN!
Yikes, I'm an old man that still remembers when there was one movie playing and it was good. Now there's 12 movies playing and their geared to the challenged. I remember here in the Heartland when every store in town was closed on Sunday. Now you can buy, cocaine, crack, marijuana, oxycotin, 24 hours a day, seven days a week at your local Drugs R Us, in evey neighborhood. We had a dress code when I went to school. Now Billy wears a dress!
You get the picture simple "My Ass", ain't one thing simple anymore! Everything is so @#$%ing complicated I feel like a Roman Soldier in the world of Computer Warfare, only this ain't no game!
I TRY TO BE SIMPLE. IN ORDER TO FIND THE SIMPLICITY I NEED I WOULD HAVE TO RENT A CAVE SOMEWHERE IN THE APPALACHIAN MOUNTAINS. THE WORLD MOVES TOO FAST FOR ME, THAT FOR SURE I'M SIMPLY TRYING TO SURVIVE AS ONE OLD TIRED SIMPLE MAN! goodnight & thanks for visiting glen view...
My goal at this time of my life is quite "simple". Simplicity is the best medicine! Yeah, I just made that up! The meaning of simple actually is quite simple! Just funning ya'all! Uncomplicated, damn! they give a simple two syllable man a five syllable meaning! That's the kind of crap an old tired soldier of life has to go through every day! Ain't no wonder I have high blood pressure. Sometimes life simply sucks as you're trying to uncomplicate your dang life. Try to get a cable man to install cable, yeah that's uncomplicated!!! Try talking to someone on a help line that speaks your language, that's really uncomplicated!!! After you have spent an hour getting a real human, you speak English and they speak Martianese. They ain't even from this planet, now that's what I call a real ALIEN!
Yikes, I'm an old man that still remembers when there was one movie playing and it was good. Now there's 12 movies playing and their geared to the challenged. I remember here in the Heartland when every store in town was closed on Sunday. Now you can buy, cocaine, crack, marijuana, oxycotin, 24 hours a day, seven days a week at your local Drugs R Us, in evey neighborhood. We had a dress code when I went to school. Now Billy wears a dress!
You get the picture simple "My Ass", ain't one thing simple anymore! Everything is so @#$%ing complicated I feel like a Roman Soldier in the world of Computer Warfare, only this ain't no game!
I TRY TO BE SIMPLE. IN ORDER TO FIND THE SIMPLICITY I NEED I WOULD HAVE TO RENT A CAVE SOMEWHERE IN THE APPALACHIAN MOUNTAINS. THE WORLD MOVES TOO FAST FOR ME, THAT FOR SURE I'M SIMPLY TRYING TO SURVIVE AS ONE OLD TIRED SIMPLE MAN! goodnight & thanks for visiting glen view...
Monday, June 13, 2011
What's on my mind!!!
Do we change? U-know, do we really change anything about oneself as we age? As we reach our physical potential, as far as height, that is it, we're all, we're going to be, right! Suppose at age 18 we can no longer mentally grow or improve just like height, that's it!!! Our reasoning skills or any mental skills can no longer process or learn anything beyond what we already have! College would not be of any value to you because your mind can't process anymore data. Your mental capacity has been reached. Each day just as your body depletes and age wins your brain cells diminish. (That must be the case of politicians wouldn't you agree). I believe many people are like that now. I know a 45 year old that STILL acts 18... Sad isn't it... I certainly thinks so... I know one young man in particular who is mentally no more than 12 and will always be that way. Is this the future? I hope not, but I see this regression, or am I the only one!!!
I have always been a student of observation, self trained, I believe because of hearing loss from childhood complications. I could never hear all of what the Teacher said, especially if they would write and talk to the blackboard. I would always have to fill in the blanks or read the books and put in my own understanding. I'm not complaining, it has made me who I am. I believe, I possess a sensitivity beyond normal because of this. I certainly wouldn't call it a gift, but has helped guide me, and I believe has given me skills as I age. It has been a double edge sword my whole life, what makes me also breaks me! I search for guidance and understanding from within my soul.
These observational skills and cut to the chase, see through the BULL helped me in my many years of Management. My ultimate downfall came in my inability, to not let the everyday problems of my occupation and world get to me. They built up and age became my enemy.
I was taught honesty, love and work ethics from my Mother. Seems quite simple doesn't it! This simplicity of life was handed down to her from her parents, simple enough it seems. It is a very simple equation. Honesty + love + good work ethics = adults to carry on & instill that generation to generation. I'm here to say it ain't happening the way it SHOULD. That burdens my soul & I CANNOT let it be and say "FUCK IT". The way others seem to! It is the Big Brother in me that wants to give TOUGH LOVE & PRAISE when deserved! Am I one of the few that feel this way! Even as I teeter on the precipice of losing my medical challenges I CANNOT overlook and say "FUCK IT". That seems the same to me as saying "I don't CARE" and that is the problem I have fought and am losing. Why should I care I'm not long for life. I have fought and apparently am losing a battle with blood pressure. The Doctor told me just two weeks ago as he shook his head and tells me "you take enough medicine to put down a mule". My comment was "my metabolism apparently is different than everyone else". (My life's story).
Maybe I am stubborn like a mule! I have worked hard all my life and not given a free ride. I know right from wrong and am blessed with simple logic. I told someone once if I could put one thing on my tombstone it would say "here lies a simple, honest, hard working man"... I'm more proud of that than any other accomplishment in life and would be proud to help instill the basic core values that once were prevalent and sadly missing or disappearing at least in the everyday world I come into contact with... THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR VISITING MY HUMBLE VIEWS AND WRITINGS, YOUR FRIEND HERE AT GLEN VIEW, GOODNIGHT.
I have always been a student of observation, self trained, I believe because of hearing loss from childhood complications. I could never hear all of what the Teacher said, especially if they would write and talk to the blackboard. I would always have to fill in the blanks or read the books and put in my own understanding. I'm not complaining, it has made me who I am. I believe, I possess a sensitivity beyond normal because of this. I certainly wouldn't call it a gift, but has helped guide me, and I believe has given me skills as I age. It has been a double edge sword my whole life, what makes me also breaks me! I search for guidance and understanding from within my soul.
These observational skills and cut to the chase, see through the BULL helped me in my many years of Management. My ultimate downfall came in my inability, to not let the everyday problems of my occupation and world get to me. They built up and age became my enemy.
I was taught honesty, love and work ethics from my Mother. Seems quite simple doesn't it! This simplicity of life was handed down to her from her parents, simple enough it seems. It is a very simple equation. Honesty + love + good work ethics = adults to carry on & instill that generation to generation. I'm here to say it ain't happening the way it SHOULD. That burdens my soul & I CANNOT let it be and say "FUCK IT". The way others seem to! It is the Big Brother in me that wants to give TOUGH LOVE & PRAISE when deserved! Am I one of the few that feel this way! Even as I teeter on the precipice of losing my medical challenges I CANNOT overlook and say "FUCK IT". That seems the same to me as saying "I don't CARE" and that is the problem I have fought and am losing. Why should I care I'm not long for life. I have fought and apparently am losing a battle with blood pressure. The Doctor told me just two weeks ago as he shook his head and tells me "you take enough medicine to put down a mule". My comment was "my metabolism apparently is different than everyone else". (My life's story).
Maybe I am stubborn like a mule! I have worked hard all my life and not given a free ride. I know right from wrong and am blessed with simple logic. I told someone once if I could put one thing on my tombstone it would say "here lies a simple, honest, hard working man"... I'm more proud of that than any other accomplishment in life and would be proud to help instill the basic core values that once were prevalent and sadly missing or disappearing at least in the everyday world I come into contact with... THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR VISITING MY HUMBLE VIEWS AND WRITINGS, YOUR FRIEND HERE AT GLEN VIEW, GOODNIGHT.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Honeysuckle Road & Watermelom Moon
HOT!!! mid 90's, 3AM, do you know where your doggie is? My trusty side-kick is with me as we ride way out into the hills & hollers of the countryside. We're riding in our rusty truck whom we call Silverado. HI-OH Silver & away we go! We are children of the night, our animal instincts are in high alert as we are hunters flashing back to our ancestry this night. The windows are down on our trusty rusty Stallion Silverado. We may be old & arthritis setting in, but we can ride Silver as if we are still young pups! The hot high humidity turns cool and refreshing from the dew of the early morning fog in the low lying area.
Punkster, my Australian Cattle dog is in high heavens as she soars like an Angel with her head stuck out the window of the mighty Silver Horse. There's no place she would rather be! Nostrils flared out from the wind blowing all the smells through her highly sensitive nose. She pretends she's riding the trails of her ancestors, but on four ties & a nice soft seat instead of puppy paw power, she never tires of this. She smells, possums, rabbits, raccoons, coyotes, deer, skunks, eewww!!! She shakes her head clearing the skunk out of her nostrils, outside thankfully, rather then in our Silverado, what a good puppy. I quickly come to a dead stop, up in front of me are 3 deer leisurely crossing the road, Punky jumps to attention, a cattle dog's delight! She would love to be young once more to nip at the heels and show them who's in command, but she can have only the excitement of the sighting. We watch them disappear slowly down a rocky creek bed that runs alongside the gravel road. WOW! WEE! it doesn't get any better than that for two old ancient hunters of the night!!!
We continue our journey into uncharted territory like two old warriors on our last go-round. We don't take any sightings for granted, it might be our last! We tarry at a large lake near a boat dock to stretch our legs & see a momma raccoon and her babies scurry away. We act just like a couple old varmints, or rather, I did as the animal ritual of watering & marking territory takes charge, it's a animal thing, to all males u-know. No I reckon females don't... I open the tail-gate to our silver horse & help my loyal compadre up into the safety of the metal horse. Now is the time to enjoy our snacks, I have beef jerky for Punky & a bag of peanut M&M'S for me.
We relax & gaze at the half moon, we are kindred spirits & one with Mother Nature & the Universe this fine night. Punky lays her head on my lap & we are at peace, harmonizing with the night.
"The hot night & watermelon moon" sends me back in time as I reminisce about childhood pleasures. Late summer picnics with an oversize galvanized tub full of coca-colas & watermelon full to the brim & heaped high with ice. No matter how hot, children always play, we merely stay in the shade of the mighty towering oak tree swinging away our youthful energy. Swinging higher & higher, no cares just full of ourselves. All of a sudden Grandpa hollers, "COME & GET ICE COLD WATERMELON". We're off, like shot out of a cannon, there's somethings you may have to tell young-ins more than twice but never "ice cold watermelon"!!! You must understand watermelon is more than a cold delicious dessert on a hot summer's day! If you have to ask how so? then you ain't never had watermelon as a kid the way I did ! We young-ins would let the cold juice disappear like melting ice cream and then we possess mighty weapons, the big watermelon bullets, yep! kids will be kids! We would meander around searching for prehistoric animals to fire our watermelon bullets at. Dogs, cats, chickens, especially the rooster, we would pay him back for waking us up during the early mornings of visiting Grandma & Grandpa. We ate watermelon until our toes froze & we could not pucker our mouths no more, we're plum worn out. The fun of watermelon to a kid is unsurpassed, what other fruit is soo good & soo much fun!!! I'm telling this story to Punky & she listens intently to every, even barking hysterically about me spitting seeds at the Rooster!
As we leisurely ride home the smell of Honeysuckle takes us to a higher level of harmony. We are traveling between fences, honeysuckle has taken over where once were fences. There's not the slightest bit of wind & the smell is rejuvenatingly "HELLO THERE". Punky sneezes in succession, I laugh & ask "what's a matter old girl, too much sweetness overloading that delicate nose of yours". She barks at me knowing I'm having a good laugh at her expense, she then licks my hand, letting me know she doesn't hold a grudge!!! The smell, was soo---soo---amazingly---WON-DER-MENT,,, in ways I can't put into words! I'm caught up in the moment & having a-a-a... moment forever engraved in my mind... I stop the big Silver Stallion & the moment became "MOMENTS". Not enough for a lifetime, yet one of the most "WON-DA-LIC-IOUS" moments in my life & a most fitting ending to the trail of peace, if only for one night of "WONDERMENT". GOODNIGHT & I HOPE YOU ENJOY READING THIS SIMPLE BIT OF WRITING AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING IT!!! glen & his loyal companion AUSSIE BLUE, BETTER KNOWN AS PUNKY.
Punkster, my Australian Cattle dog is in high heavens as she soars like an Angel with her head stuck out the window of the mighty Silver Horse. There's no place she would rather be! Nostrils flared out from the wind blowing all the smells through her highly sensitive nose. She pretends she's riding the trails of her ancestors, but on four ties & a nice soft seat instead of puppy paw power, she never tires of this. She smells, possums, rabbits, raccoons, coyotes, deer, skunks, eewww!!! She shakes her head clearing the skunk out of her nostrils, outside thankfully, rather then in our Silverado, what a good puppy. I quickly come to a dead stop, up in front of me are 3 deer leisurely crossing the road, Punky jumps to attention, a cattle dog's delight! She would love to be young once more to nip at the heels and show them who's in command, but she can have only the excitement of the sighting. We watch them disappear slowly down a rocky creek bed that runs alongside the gravel road. WOW! WEE! it doesn't get any better than that for two old ancient hunters of the night!!!
We continue our journey into uncharted territory like two old warriors on our last go-round. We don't take any sightings for granted, it might be our last! We tarry at a large lake near a boat dock to stretch our legs & see a momma raccoon and her babies scurry away. We act just like a couple old varmints, or rather, I did as the animal ritual of watering & marking territory takes charge, it's a animal thing, to all males u-know. No I reckon females don't... I open the tail-gate to our silver horse & help my loyal compadre up into the safety of the metal horse. Now is the time to enjoy our snacks, I have beef jerky for Punky & a bag of peanut M&M'S for me.
We relax & gaze at the half moon, we are kindred spirits & one with Mother Nature & the Universe this fine night. Punky lays her head on my lap & we are at peace, harmonizing with the night.
"The hot night & watermelon moon" sends me back in time as I reminisce about childhood pleasures. Late summer picnics with an oversize galvanized tub full of coca-colas & watermelon full to the brim & heaped high with ice. No matter how hot, children always play, we merely stay in the shade of the mighty towering oak tree swinging away our youthful energy. Swinging higher & higher, no cares just full of ourselves. All of a sudden Grandpa hollers, "COME & GET ICE COLD WATERMELON". We're off, like shot out of a cannon, there's somethings you may have to tell young-ins more than twice but never "ice cold watermelon"!!! You must understand watermelon is more than a cold delicious dessert on a hot summer's day! If you have to ask how so? then you ain't never had watermelon as a kid the way I did ! We young-ins would let the cold juice disappear like melting ice cream and then we possess mighty weapons, the big watermelon bullets, yep! kids will be kids! We would meander around searching for prehistoric animals to fire our watermelon bullets at. Dogs, cats, chickens, especially the rooster, we would pay him back for waking us up during the early mornings of visiting Grandma & Grandpa. We ate watermelon until our toes froze & we could not pucker our mouths no more, we're plum worn out. The fun of watermelon to a kid is unsurpassed, what other fruit is soo good & soo much fun!!! I'm telling this story to Punky & she listens intently to every, even barking hysterically about me spitting seeds at the Rooster!
As we leisurely ride home the smell of Honeysuckle takes us to a higher level of harmony. We are traveling between fences, honeysuckle has taken over where once were fences. There's not the slightest bit of wind & the smell is rejuvenatingly "HELLO THERE". Punky sneezes in succession, I laugh & ask "what's a matter old girl, too much sweetness overloading that delicate nose of yours". She barks at me knowing I'm having a good laugh at her expense, she then licks my hand, letting me know she doesn't hold a grudge!!! The smell, was soo---soo---amazingly---WON-DER-MENT,,, in ways I can't put into words! I'm caught up in the moment & having a-a-a... moment forever engraved in my mind... I stop the big Silver Stallion & the moment became "MOMENTS". Not enough for a lifetime, yet one of the most "WON-DA-LIC-IOUS" moments in my life & a most fitting ending to the trail of peace, if only for one night of "WONDERMENT". GOODNIGHT & I HOPE YOU ENJOY READING THIS SIMPLE BIT OF WRITING AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING IT!!! glen & his loyal companion AUSSIE BLUE, BETTER KNOWN AS PUNKY.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
short run for today "ANOTHER DAY"
Woke up this morn, there's no sun. I return to the sanctuary of darkness, seems the only way, sleep life away! Why does it matter? tis just, "ANOTHR DAY"! Robbed of life by a darkened soul, dark mind, darkness everywhere, anyway...
Eternity's forever, tis mine to give away... To have an ETERNAL cloud, always hanging over me, chains my heart, my soul... while here anyway... "I'd rather be dead... than be full of darkness FOREVER"...
Bodily afflictions are unacceptable. Still you may enjoy inner peace and passion! Turning physical limitations to imagination, beauty and therefore "escape", if only for awhile!
To be sick of body, sick of mind and sick of life... When my time comes, may a peaceful sleep take me away... Tis a funny feeling, life being drained slowly, surely everyday...
TO VIEW THE LIGHT, YOU MUST FIRST SENSE THE DARK... THE ONLY THING, LIVING LONG DOES, IT FORCES ONE TO SEE!!!
THEREFORE YOU SEE ANOTHER DAY... THANKFULLY... thanks for viewing my mind.
Eternity's forever, tis mine to give away... To have an ETERNAL cloud, always hanging over me, chains my heart, my soul... while here anyway... "I'd rather be dead... than be full of darkness FOREVER"...
Bodily afflictions are unacceptable. Still you may enjoy inner peace and passion! Turning physical limitations to imagination, beauty and therefore "escape", if only for awhile!
To be sick of body, sick of mind and sick of life... When my time comes, may a peaceful sleep take me away... Tis a funny feeling, life being drained slowly, surely everyday...
TO VIEW THE LIGHT, YOU MUST FIRST SENSE THE DARK... THE ONLY THING, LIVING LONG DOES, IT FORCES ONE TO SEE!!!
THEREFORE YOU SEE ANOTHER DAY... THANKFULLY... thanks for viewing my mind.
FREAKY FRIDAY
While at work i was conversing with me. Yes you read that right!!! (I just love them cute little exclaimation marks don't you!)
I said to me "i'm notta gonna go-a home and take my meds and get on the computer and make an ass of myself tonight, no sir".
Then me said to i "you always make an ass of yourself, no matter what time of the day you write".
Damn, don't you just hate when you talk to yourself and you can't lie, sheesh, i can't fool me, no matter what. I have accumulated ideas to probably a-hundred posts but dag-nap it, when my tired ass hits my chair and I start my computer something happens. Good or bad I sure as hell don't know, it just becomes mind over matter. Nothing matters only caressing them keys and watching words pop up on the screen. I go where no man has gone before, only lunatics such as me, myself, and i. It don't matter if anything makes sense. Shucky-durn ain't nuthin mak-a any sense anyhow.
I love @#%&ing Fridays, (did I writ-a what I think-a, I wrota). By the time Freaky Friday rolls around, 9 times out-a 10 I'm asked to work over on my hardest and longest damn day. (Fooled ya, you thought-a, I was-a gonna say @#$%ing day didn't ya, now fess up you can't lie to yourself).
Absolutely NOTHING makes any sense to me, or i today. That there is the hardest dang part for an old fart like me to give up. I expect some sense to be made out of the nonsense and it don't happen. At least not in my neck of the woods, what about where you live?
I wish to tell you a true story, yep ain't no lying today. I went to me Doctor and the Doctor's Nurse checks my blood pressure, she says good 127/69. Well I know that sure as hell ain't right I would be in a coma if my BP was that low. After about 10 minutes The Doc comes in and we talk and he plays with his computer. The Doc checks my BP and gets 170/90, one hell of a big difference don't you think. Now which one is correct? He shakes his head, now that there is one thing you don't want your Doctor doing while playing on the computer. He said "your taking enough medicine to put down a mule"!!! I tell the Doctor "I reckon I'm a stubborn old mule". My BP was fine earlier in the year, after a tune up in the Hospital and now my BP is outta control. Hells fire I ain't never been in control of all my faculties in my darn life, why should BP be any different. So me and the Doctor man, who's name ends in man, ain't that funny!!! Anyway we converse and I tell him "my metabolism ain't the normal metabolism , if I'm taking enough medicine to put down a mule, it ain't apparently working, I add the only difference now and when I was in the Hospital is I have put on weight from the side effects of all the meds I'm taking", soo he doubles my diuretic and potassium, because the side effects of diuretics is loss of potassium. So you're asking what is the @#$%ing point here Buddy Boy?
Absolutely nothing about ME, mind or body is normal never have been and never will be, this I can say with conviction. The other damn thing is HOW is one supposed to be "normal" when there ain't nothing in my everyday world "normal"! Do you think television represents "normal". I certainly don't think soo! Do you think Washington D. C. is "normal"?????? Please I wish to know "NORMAL"!
NORMAL is what to whom! Freaky Fridays I suppose is as norm as norm will be I reckon.
I ATTEMPT TO LEARN SOMETHING NEW EACH DAY. HOWEVER; EACH DAY COMES BACK TO ME THE SAME, BUT WITH NEW OF THE SAME. IT NEVER ENDS, LIKE A BAD HABIT YOU'LL NEVER KICK UNTIL YOUR LAST DYING BREATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I said to me "i'm notta gonna go-a home and take my meds and get on the computer and make an ass of myself tonight, no sir".
Then me said to i "you always make an ass of yourself, no matter what time of the day you write".
Damn, don't you just hate when you talk to yourself and you can't lie, sheesh, i can't fool me, no matter what. I have accumulated ideas to probably a-hundred posts but dag-nap it, when my tired ass hits my chair and I start my computer something happens. Good or bad I sure as hell don't know, it just becomes mind over matter. Nothing matters only caressing them keys and watching words pop up on the screen. I go where no man has gone before, only lunatics such as me, myself, and i. It don't matter if anything makes sense. Shucky-durn ain't nuthin mak-a any sense anyhow.
I love @#%&ing Fridays, (did I writ-a what I think-a, I wrota). By the time Freaky Friday rolls around, 9 times out-a 10 I'm asked to work over on my hardest and longest damn day. (Fooled ya, you thought-a, I was-a gonna say @#$%ing day didn't ya, now fess up you can't lie to yourself).
Absolutely NOTHING makes any sense to me, or i today. That there is the hardest dang part for an old fart like me to give up. I expect some sense to be made out of the nonsense and it don't happen. At least not in my neck of the woods, what about where you live?
I wish to tell you a true story, yep ain't no lying today. I went to me Doctor and the Doctor's Nurse checks my blood pressure, she says good 127/69. Well I know that sure as hell ain't right I would be in a coma if my BP was that low. After about 10 minutes The Doc comes in and we talk and he plays with his computer. The Doc checks my BP and gets 170/90, one hell of a big difference don't you think. Now which one is correct? He shakes his head, now that there is one thing you don't want your Doctor doing while playing on the computer. He said "your taking enough medicine to put down a mule"!!! I tell the Doctor "I reckon I'm a stubborn old mule". My BP was fine earlier in the year, after a tune up in the Hospital and now my BP is outta control. Hells fire I ain't never been in control of all my faculties in my darn life, why should BP be any different. So me and the Doctor man, who's name ends in man, ain't that funny!!! Anyway we converse and I tell him "my metabolism ain't the normal metabolism , if I'm taking enough medicine to put down a mule, it ain't apparently working, I add the only difference now and when I was in the Hospital is I have put on weight from the side effects of all the meds I'm taking", soo he doubles my diuretic and potassium, because the side effects of diuretics is loss of potassium. So you're asking what is the @#$%ing point here Buddy Boy?
Absolutely nothing about ME, mind or body is normal never have been and never will be, this I can say with conviction. The other damn thing is HOW is one supposed to be "normal" when there ain't nothing in my everyday world "normal"! Do you think television represents "normal". I certainly don't think soo! Do you think Washington D. C. is "normal"?????? Please I wish to know "NORMAL"!
NORMAL is what to whom! Freaky Fridays I suppose is as norm as norm will be I reckon.
I ATTEMPT TO LEARN SOMETHING NEW EACH DAY. HOWEVER; EACH DAY COMES BACK TO ME THE SAME, BUT WITH NEW OF THE SAME. IT NEVER ENDS, LIKE A BAD HABIT YOU'LL NEVER KICK UNTIL YOUR LAST DYING BREATH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, June 10, 2011
"GONE MAD" BIPOLAR AGAIN!!!
Where do we go from here? We as in "WE" the REAL people of the world. We get up, we take our little ones to school, go to our job. Ain't NOBODY gonna give us noth-ing. We ainna-gonna win the lottery, just like-a 99.9% of the REAL people. WE should be the 1st WONDER of the fricking world. WE make-a the world go round and WE don't-a, get "NO RESPECT". Huh ah! do I hear a HALLULEUJAH!!! I'mma gonna testify tonight while I still can, before them crazy SOB'S come to get me and lock me away!!! "Who are the crazy SOB'S" I hear someone ask in Topeka Kansas and another one out there in Hamburg Germany. My mental state is plum fried tonight and the voice I hear from Topeka is Dorothy and the voice I hear from Hamburg is my cousin Hamburger W. Mayo or I could be hungry and craving a hamburger, sometimes I get mixed signals especially if I'm Hungary...
I KNOW I RAMBLE AND I AIN'TA GOING TO APOLIGIZE FOR IT. I GIVE YOU SOMETHING THAT YOU ARE NOT GOING TO FIND ANYPLACE ELSE, AND YOU CAN TAKE THE WORD OF A CERTIFIED CRAZY ASSHOLE!!! SHIT! SHOULD NOT OF SAID THAT, THE WHOLE #$%*ING WORLD KNOWS OUR LEADERS ARE CRAZY. I PROBABLY CONFUSED YOU, BUT THAT'S OK WE STAY THAT WAY HERE. WE ARE PLUM WASHED OUT OF BRAINS BEFORE WE GET OUT OF SCHOOL. I ASK YOU FRIENDS, WOULD YOU RATHER READ MY INCOHERENT RAMBLINGS OR SOMEBODY wearing low ass jeans with his superman underwear showing, baggy clothing with his hat turned backwards hanging out on the street corner gyrating in uncontrollable seizures saying the only three @#$%ing words he knows "yo, be coool, yo, be coool!!!
Damn, you'll think I'm not a real person if I don't straighten up. Laughter is the only way for WE REAL people to survive. They can take away everything but they cannot take away our thoughts and sense of humor, at least not yet. We are individuals and we are free to think and believe whatever "WE" wish.
On our backs the world has been built. We are nothing to the "self-annointed" Kings and Queens, "The Powers That Be", the behind the scenes Manipulators that are destroying the planet and building their own underground bunkers, a few of us may get to join the gods as they think of themselves!
My personal beliefs, the population of the earth has been destroyed numerous times, just as The Powers That Be are doing as you read these words. Most of us will perish and they will come up out of their rats holes and began again. Man made or natural, will not matter to the ones that perish... I'm an old man and not long for this world and am CRAZY. I'm not a Seer, nor like to state doom and gloom, I'm sorry... I'm just a REAL person who grows tired. I once was as normal as whatever NORMAL means, but age does funny things, it forces you to evaluate beyond your nose and what I smell is crap from the highest E-L-E-C-T-E-D OFFICIALS from around the globe "smoke and mirrors" from the UNGODLY ONES AND I'M SOOO SORRRY FOR "we the real people"......
I KNOW I RAMBLE AND I AIN'TA GOING TO APOLIGIZE FOR IT. I GIVE YOU SOMETHING THAT YOU ARE NOT GOING TO FIND ANYPLACE ELSE, AND YOU CAN TAKE THE WORD OF A CERTIFIED CRAZY ASSHOLE!!! SHIT! SHOULD NOT OF SAID THAT, THE WHOLE #$%*ING WORLD KNOWS OUR LEADERS ARE CRAZY. I PROBABLY CONFUSED YOU, BUT THAT'S OK WE STAY THAT WAY HERE. WE ARE PLUM WASHED OUT OF BRAINS BEFORE WE GET OUT OF SCHOOL. I ASK YOU FRIENDS, WOULD YOU RATHER READ MY INCOHERENT RAMBLINGS OR SOMEBODY wearing low ass jeans with his superman underwear showing, baggy clothing with his hat turned backwards hanging out on the street corner gyrating in uncontrollable seizures saying the only three @#$%ing words he knows "yo, be coool, yo, be coool!!!
Damn, you'll think I'm not a real person if I don't straighten up. Laughter is the only way for WE REAL people to survive. They can take away everything but they cannot take away our thoughts and sense of humor, at least not yet. We are individuals and we are free to think and believe whatever "WE" wish.
On our backs the world has been built. We are nothing to the "self-annointed" Kings and Queens, "The Powers That Be", the behind the scenes Manipulators that are destroying the planet and building their own underground bunkers, a few of us may get to join the gods as they think of themselves!
My personal beliefs, the population of the earth has been destroyed numerous times, just as The Powers That Be are doing as you read these words. Most of us will perish and they will come up out of their rats holes and began again. Man made or natural, will not matter to the ones that perish... I'm an old man and not long for this world and am CRAZY. I'm not a Seer, nor like to state doom and gloom, I'm sorry... I'm just a REAL person who grows tired. I once was as normal as whatever NORMAL means, but age does funny things, it forces you to evaluate beyond your nose and what I smell is crap from the highest E-L-E-C-T-E-D OFFICIALS from around the globe "smoke and mirrors" from the UNGODLY ONES AND I'M SOOO SORRRY FOR "we the real people"......
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Disconnect
The only way I can successfully get through the day is to block everything out around me. My health requires me to make it so. I once believed, I was the outcast. After many years of reflection and attempts of understanding... there is no understanding! It became survival time and that mode has taken over. It must, if I'm to remain alive! My attempts at life seems futile, most of the time. I ask myself why??? I'm but one ring of a mighty oak that has seen the ups and downs and weathered the seasons. Sprouted many limbs that are withering under their cursed weight.
My disconnect from society becomes stronger every day. I'm in the wrong era, "I'M CURSED WITH KNOWING RIGHT FROM WRONG"! I don't fit in, anymore! My time has gone! When did wrong become right? It has happened in a few short years, it seems. I would never leave the sanctuary of my humble adobe, but I must, I'm poor. I must make enough to continue to survive. Payments to stay alive! That's the game today, in the MEDICAL MAFIA and their spin offs!
I no longer have the hope of youth. The blind faith that comes with not knowing and living only in that "MOMENT", the blessed moment of ignorance is blissfully forgiving!!! What once was painful jealousy of watching the fluidity of the youths I work with has given away to heart broken compassion. What I witness is the destroying of humanity and I clearly see why America has destroyed ourselves from within, one generation, one person at a time.
The younger ones make attempts at conversing with me. They may as well be speaking a foreign tongue. We are disconnected by the information highway of knowing nothing, but knowing everything! Brought up on games instead of reality, they know not "REALITY". The world is merely another game as their brains are eroded from injections before they ever attend school. Fluoride and every man made poison has taken the toll and created "CHALLENGED", that is the new normal at the place I am putting in my last few days, hopefully years. Common sense, thinking for themselves, ability to work unsupervised. Half of my fellow employees can't!!! Every new hire gets worse and the ones from the Temporary Agencies makes my skin crawl!
If what I have described is not sad enough, I have saved the best for last. The ones in charge as in Supervisors... there ain't nothing super about them... They are merely people who have been there longer and have never taken the most basic schooling fundamentals of "Supervision".
I COMPARE THE LEADERS I COME INTO CONTACT WITH EVERYDAY, EITHER IN PERSON OR THE LEADERS WE HAVE ELECTED TO TAKE CARE OF US. THE CHALLENGED ONES HAVE TAKEN OVER YOU CAN, AND HAVE BET YOUR CHILDREN AND GRANDCHILDREN ON THAT. THE SAME CHALLENGED ONES GROW MORE "CHALLENGED" RIGHT IN FRONT OF OUR EYES...CHALLENGED ONES PLEASE STAY THE COURSE... VERY SOON YOU WILL RULE COMPLETELY JUST THROUGH BEING AROUND LONG ENOUGH!!!
SOON THERE WILL BE NO GLEN VIEW SANITARIUMS BECAUSE ALL WILL BE "CHALLENGED". goodnight and thanks for visiting my humble sight.
My disconnect from society becomes stronger every day. I'm in the wrong era, "I'M CURSED WITH KNOWING RIGHT FROM WRONG"! I don't fit in, anymore! My time has gone! When did wrong become right? It has happened in a few short years, it seems. I would never leave the sanctuary of my humble adobe, but I must, I'm poor. I must make enough to continue to survive. Payments to stay alive! That's the game today, in the MEDICAL MAFIA and their spin offs!
I no longer have the hope of youth. The blind faith that comes with not knowing and living only in that "MOMENT", the blessed moment of ignorance is blissfully forgiving!!! What once was painful jealousy of watching the fluidity of the youths I work with has given away to heart broken compassion. What I witness is the destroying of humanity and I clearly see why America has destroyed ourselves from within, one generation, one person at a time.
The younger ones make attempts at conversing with me. They may as well be speaking a foreign tongue. We are disconnected by the information highway of knowing nothing, but knowing everything! Brought up on games instead of reality, they know not "REALITY". The world is merely another game as their brains are eroded from injections before they ever attend school. Fluoride and every man made poison has taken the toll and created "CHALLENGED", that is the new normal at the place I am putting in my last few days, hopefully years. Common sense, thinking for themselves, ability to work unsupervised. Half of my fellow employees can't!!! Every new hire gets worse and the ones from the Temporary Agencies makes my skin crawl!
If what I have described is not sad enough, I have saved the best for last. The ones in charge as in Supervisors... there ain't nothing super about them... They are merely people who have been there longer and have never taken the most basic schooling fundamentals of "Supervision".
I COMPARE THE LEADERS I COME INTO CONTACT WITH EVERYDAY, EITHER IN PERSON OR THE LEADERS WE HAVE ELECTED TO TAKE CARE OF US. THE CHALLENGED ONES HAVE TAKEN OVER YOU CAN, AND HAVE BET YOUR CHILDREN AND GRANDCHILDREN ON THAT. THE SAME CHALLENGED ONES GROW MORE "CHALLENGED" RIGHT IN FRONT OF OUR EYES...CHALLENGED ONES PLEASE STAY THE COURSE... VERY SOON YOU WILL RULE COMPLETELY JUST THROUGH BEING AROUND LONG ENOUGH!!!
SOON THERE WILL BE NO GLEN VIEW SANITARIUMS BECAUSE ALL WILL BE "CHALLENGED". goodnight and thanks for visiting my humble sight.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Fret
I think about many things every from silliness to seriousness and in between! But that is nothing new, we all do don't we? After midnight I gaze at the moon and it was "beautiful", shaped as a banana... is that what is called a crescent moon? It sure didn't look like the moon, it had a eerily orange glow to it! Does that mean anything?
It has been an extremely warm day, the heat and humidity has forced itself upon us and we are suffocating! The dog days of summer have caught us as we sleep. July rolls into the Heartland, but its early June, what gives? We go from cool wet May to mid-nineties???
I relax in the swing and breathe in the the exhilarating sweet smell of Honeysuckle. I don't need that Tijuana rolled gold smoke purchased from Jose Gonzalez. The smell, the feel of the night makes everything alright. From a eerily shaped orange moon to the sweet smell of Honey suckle. Opposites but exciting makes one feel alive!
I work in an air conditioned factory, but the first really hot day it decides to rest. Not good, not good at all! The thing with all the modern conveniences is, they spoil you. I began work in a factory with no air conditioning, with ovens and was able to tolerate the heat. I wouldn't last an hour in that environment today, before this old man would pass out.
It was a test of will, with sweat running everywhere. But the next day Mr. Air Conditioning was back and all I can say is HALLELUJAH. Simple pleasures are wonderful!
I don't really have a point to this story as you can tell. I like the word "fret" and you don't hear that word anymore. Life wears us down irritating our tired souls as we seem to be pushed closer to oblivion. Our hearts are wearing thin and out, because every dag blasted thing gnaws our compassion and humanity away. The only way to survive is to find solace in a hobby, family, friends, whatever relief from reality you can find. There is no hope for humanity unless we can survive the atrocities that are being bestowed upon us by?????
CAN WE SURVIVE?
It has been an extremely warm day, the heat and humidity has forced itself upon us and we are suffocating! The dog days of summer have caught us as we sleep. July rolls into the Heartland, but its early June, what gives? We go from cool wet May to mid-nineties???
I relax in the swing and breathe in the the exhilarating sweet smell of Honeysuckle. I don't need that Tijuana rolled gold smoke purchased from Jose Gonzalez. The smell, the feel of the night makes everything alright. From a eerily shaped orange moon to the sweet smell of Honey suckle. Opposites but exciting makes one feel alive!
I work in an air conditioned factory, but the first really hot day it decides to rest. Not good, not good at all! The thing with all the modern conveniences is, they spoil you. I began work in a factory with no air conditioning, with ovens and was able to tolerate the heat. I wouldn't last an hour in that environment today, before this old man would pass out.
It was a test of will, with sweat running everywhere. But the next day Mr. Air Conditioning was back and all I can say is HALLELUJAH. Simple pleasures are wonderful!
I don't really have a point to this story as you can tell. I like the word "fret" and you don't hear that word anymore. Life wears us down irritating our tired souls as we seem to be pushed closer to oblivion. Our hearts are wearing thin and out, because every dag blasted thing gnaws our compassion and humanity away. The only way to survive is to find solace in a hobby, family, friends, whatever relief from reality you can find. There is no hope for humanity unless we can survive the atrocities that are being bestowed upon us by?????
CAN WE SURVIVE?
Monday, June 6, 2011
SEARCHING FOR SASQUATCH
It’s , do you know where your little Sasquatches are? Me, and my trusty shotgun are taking a late night ride in search of the legendary Big Foot, otherwise known as Sasquatch, you know the big hairy thing that some people believe exist! We don’t believe it, we are like kids letting our imaginations run amuck, well, I am anyway.
Punky, that’s my shotgun riding companion, who thinks she’s human, looks at me and says “I thought you was Big Foot”. You’ll have to excuse her, she’s my dog, she talks too much sometimes and I’m the only one that she talks to! I know you’re thinking he is a nut case! Well just let me say this “she is a lot smarter than most people I work with, and certainly smarter than people I come in contact with on a daily basis”. She is definitely smarter than the ones I see at the Convenience Store off the Interstate at any morning. Yikes!!! Have you ever seen your paper carrier as he delivers your morning paper WOOOW!!! I have; at the Convenience Store getting a double BIG GULP and beef jerky! This here mountain of a man was so tall he had to duck his head going out the door. Yep, would I lie to you? This was back in the winter, he had long hair and a long beard and he smelled ooo-wee! He smelled NASTY!!! He walked unusual with his head stuck forward. His stride was most unusual! The only time I have seen someone move like him was on a documentary about Big Foot, and this supposedly real film showed a creature walking along a stream and his movement was identical to this fella’s. Would an honest person like me, who talks to his dog of 13 years, kid you? Hell no!!! Honestly, my dog is more intelligent than most people and I actually saw this here fella and he delivers morning papers. I didn’t have the nerve to look him in the eye and ask his name… you think I’m nuts… or something?! Everyone knows you don’t look animals squarely in the eye, sheesh I aint’a gonna tangle with no Big Foot! When I got back to my truck, Punky was on the floor board with her eyes closed, her front legs up over her head and she stayed that way for about a mile down the road.
I asked her, what’s a matter girl? She said, “Did you see that smelly stinking animal coming out the door”?
I responded, “You mean the hairy guy”.
She said, that, that, that was no hairy guy that was Big… big… fa-fa Foot”!
I’m laughing, and asked Punky. “How many Big Foots have you seen in your 13 years living with me”?
Punky says, “That’s the first one and we dogs have keen noses, and besides I’m a dog you dumbass, if there is one thing we dogs know, it is how to smell out other animals and I didn’t need to smell his butt!!! I could smell him setting in the truck you dumbass”!
I’M getting mad and tell Punky. “That’s the second time in one sentence you called me a dumbass and you better not call me that again”!
Punky says, “sorry MASTERRR”!
I think the situation over and wonder about this big hairy smelly Sasquatch looking man and where he lives and if he has a family and such. This oddity soon consumes me and I talk to Punky about following him home.
She said, “arf, arf are you out of your aarfing mind master”?
I ask Punky, “how far away can you smell the Sasquatch man”?
Punky says, “The way he stinks probably will leave a scent that won’t go away, like a skunk ewe wee”!
I further ask, “more specific you mutt”!
Punky says sarcastically, “don’t get your manhood in a pinch MASTERRR, this ain’t no exact science u-know, just cause I’m a talking dog don’t mean I’m a aarfing human. Let me get my lap top out and paw it out. Let me see depending on the wind, the dew, the temperature, how fast we are going, how fast Mr. Quatch is going, what kind of steak I get for supper, I would guess-nose-imate one mile + or – the conditions I have previously described to you”!
I respond, “I’m almost sorry I asked Professor Punky”!
I think, we can follow him home some night and see where the Sasquatch lives. We already know he delivers west of town because we have seen him with his newspapers several nights heading that direction. One hot summer night I don’t say anything to Punky, I spot Sasquatch’s old beat up Chevrolet Impala and follow into the deep country. Suddenly Punky becomes aware of what I’m doing, she says, “better be prime rib tomorrow Masterr”! I waited for a full moon so I could turn my lights off and let Punk’s nose show the way or rather smell the way. We wasn’t having any trouble and Punky commented, “old Mr. Quatch is ripe tonight”!
We end up at a lookout tower at a State Park, bordering a National Forest. This area is off limits and becomes hills and hollers after the State Park. About 100 years ago a rich man willed this and left a huge amount of money to keep if off limits. The only people allowed in are Game Wardens. A Hydroelectric Dam was built 50 years ago. It remains uninhabitable wilderness, Lawyers and the Government, by way arms of all the surrounding Sheriffs and Game Wardens assures it stays that way.
Me and Punky look at each other and are thinking the same thought! HUH! Now what do we do? We drive away and come back at daybreak, per usual Punky was hungry and I was tired of hearing her belly growling. We drive back in a few hours and there was no other structure around just the lookout tower and the old beat up Impala. About 100 feet beyond the tower was a large chain link fence like they have around the Military Bases, 10 or 12 feet tall and you can see that this fence had been here for quite some time, it no longer shows any silver protection paint, it was all rusty but there was a gate with a lock on it, huum!
This little mystery keeps getting better and better. We spend many days driving at different times and that old Impala was always there, but no signs of life. Punky’s, advice to me, was leave this alone and get on with my life. However I can’t. Seems logical he has a cabin there and is allowed, so who cares? Why do I, it’s none of my business! I try bribing Punky, to follow the scent to find out for me,
She said, “no aarfing way it’s hard telling what is behind that fence and besides that she ain’t no country bumpkin, no way Jose Masterr”! Although Punky did have a plan for me,
She said, “Get them night vision goggles like the Army has and find yourself a spot and watch Mr. Quatch some night and remember this plan does not require ME”!
I ask her, “You would let me do this on my own and not be my side-kick”.
She responds. “It’s your party not mind and I don’t leave the safety of the truck Masterr”.
END PART ONE
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The date is 6/06 and 6AM. Do I know where my mind "IS", NOPE!!! I never have known where my mind is and never will, for art though, the funnest part, yee-haw, get along little doggies. If-fun my English Teachers during any grade of schoolin could see my ritings they would come back from the grave to hit Glenny over the head with a ball bat, not a ruler or yardstick. I never understood all the rules and shit about wrightings u-know. I had been a-talkin since a toddler, er at least a few words like momma and poo-poo in my diaper, we'' I might be ezaggerating a mite about my diaper, momma said "she could smell it a mile away like a skunk" ain't my fault I were just a baby and we push out the crap that is shoveled in u-know.
I talkd as normal as anyone I grew up with and talk just as my family did. My family are not from English Crust. My ancestry is from the hills and hollers of everywhere in the world. We commoners, hillbillies, whats ever you wanna call us have been around and will be around forever, causin we know how to survive, we possess that "eye of the Tiger" thing-a ma-bob Rocky Balboa talks about. Them rich ass people wouldn't last no time if they had to do their own everyday chores and work. Sheesh all the money tain't wurth nottin if you can't live off the land. Them extra crusty ones would be boughing at er commoners feet after a week or so if their bellys growling. All that PROPER talkin and PROPER ritin won't get you diddly squat then!
I can read them fansy pansy writers like Lord Ah-Klem but he uses wurds I don't understand, so I just guess. It's to damn hard to understand and use the dickonary. I prefer Sue's words of living I read her ritings pert nert every day. Just when I wer a tryin to get plum smartur, that there Ah-Klem fella quits ritin, he must a-thogt I was doing reel well, fer he don't know it but he wer my hero.
It wer because of him I got me a compu-turd, a keeboard and a mousse. Um learnin to turn the dang thang on and play with that cute little moussee and that cur-sed thing that won't go where I wont it to go. It plum have a mind of eets ownn. My missus sayy practtus mak-us purfucted. Then why in the fuck is all them different colors underlineing my wurds, huh huh huh!!! I kan't rite on fuckun sentense witout ITT.
I'm plum stubborn assed deturmund to achiev my goal no matter whatt! I will smash as many mousees as many kee-boards ans as mantee computurds until I find one that likus me.
I impressed my buddy Klem with my deturdidamnation he fking feintud and went on an extendud vacatshion. I says I'll go with ya Klem and his wif says "no you have dun quit enuff alredy". She sounds like she is happee don't she.
Well Imma gonna keep on practicun and maybe if I get guud Klem my Buddy will let me rite somethun fer him when he takus a day off. OR MAYBE KNOT... goodnight fellow citizens of the planet, I wish you good harmony until we meet again. Glen View
The date is 6/06 and 6AM. Do I know where my mind "IS", NOPE!!! I never have known where my mind is and never will, for art though, the funnest part, yee-haw, get along little doggies. If-fun my English Teachers during any grade of schoolin could see my ritings they would come back from the grave to hit Glenny over the head with a ball bat, not a ruler or yardstick. I never understood all the rules and shit about wrightings u-know. I had been a-talkin since a toddler, er at least a few words like momma and poo-poo in my diaper, we'' I might be ezaggerating a mite about my diaper, momma said "she could smell it a mile away like a skunk" ain't my fault I were just a baby and we push out the crap that is shoveled in u-know.
I talkd as normal as anyone I grew up with and talk just as my family did. My family are not from English Crust. My ancestry is from the hills and hollers of everywhere in the world. We commoners, hillbillies, whats ever you wanna call us have been around and will be around forever, causin we know how to survive, we possess that "eye of the Tiger" thing-a ma-bob Rocky Balboa talks about. Them rich ass people wouldn't last no time if they had to do their own everyday chores and work. Sheesh all the money tain't wurth nottin if you can't live off the land. Them extra crusty ones would be boughing at er commoners feet after a week or so if their bellys growling. All that PROPER talkin and PROPER ritin won't get you diddly squat then!
I can read them fansy pansy writers like Lord Ah-Klem but he uses wurds I don't understand, so I just guess. It's to damn hard to understand and use the dickonary. I prefer Sue's words of living I read her ritings pert nert every day. Just when I wer a tryin to get plum smartur, that there Ah-Klem fella quits ritin, he must a-thogt I was doing reel well, fer he don't know it but he wer my hero.
It wer because of him I got me a compu-turd, a keeboard and a mousse. Um learnin to turn the dang thang on and play with that cute little moussee and that cur-sed thing that won't go where I wont it to go. It plum have a mind of eets ownn. My missus sayy practtus mak-us purfucted. Then why in the fuck is all them different colors underlineing my wurds, huh huh huh!!! I kan't rite on fuckun sentense witout ITT.
I'm plum stubborn assed deturmund to achiev my goal no matter whatt! I will smash as many mousees as many kee-boards ans as mantee computurds until I find one that likus me.
I impressed my buddy Klem with my deturdidamnation he fking feintud and went on an extendud vacatshion. I says I'll go with ya Klem and his wif says "no you have dun quit enuff alredy". She sounds like she is happee don't she.
Well Imma gonna keep on practicun and maybe if I get guud Klem my Buddy will let me rite somethun fer him when he takus a day off. OR MAYBE KNOT... goodnight fellow citizens of the planet, I wish you good harmony until we meet again. Glen View
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Ding-Bats & The Sanitarium
In case you have never heart those words, I will explain. I'm the Professor of Psychiatric Insanities Disorders here at Glen View Sanitarium. Some call me a ding-bat, hell call me anything you want to, I live in a mansion with servants to take care of my every whim. So I'm a well cared for and RICH ding-bat. These other ding-bats are locked inside the gates but I go home to my 5 children and lovely eccentric ding-batty wife. I look forward to leaving my profession at work, but NO, the only way I can get some peace and quiet in my own home is to hide. During an expansion I had a hidden entrance and apartment built so I can have some peace and quiet.
I can't for the life of me understand how I got into this jamb. I married the love of my life and everything was perfect for 5 years as my career was blooming and my Vivian began sprouting, and we were happy as ones could be. After Gersch things were pretty normal. But after Gesundeit things began to change. I was a proud Poppa and arranged my schedule to be home at dinner time and spend all my free time with my family. Vivian insisted on properness, she would say "there is a proper place for everything and everything has a proper place". It was worse after Gorst. She began hiring nannies and servants from all over the world. She wanted her children to be "PROPA" as she pronounced it. Then came along Gertrude and I thought now that she has a girl the boys will have it easier and they did for a little while. Finally our youngest Ginny came along and I told myself with two girls to occupy her, the boys will be allowed to be boys at last!
I wanted my children to be regular children, the way children are meant to be. Having fun getting dirty climbing trees, enjoy being a child, the adult stuff, the properness can be honed later. Vivian had sit out on a one woman crusade to make 5 perfect, proper children that were no fun at all. We did make an agreement early in our marriage that my job was to work and her job was to take care of the house and children. So I stuck to the agreement, even though I was having to drink more Bourbon to do it. I began coming home later and later and working on the weekends.
Ding-bats is like having bats running amiss in your gigantic house speaking foreign languages that you don't understand. That's what the help she hired was like. Everyone who taught our children was foreign. My own children ran around speaking French, Spanish, German and other languages and I never understood a word they said. They were so busy with the arts, the languages, and every other thing that My Vivian could come up with, they were well rounded but seemed like the other DING-BATS in my house, I was dumbfounded.
My home held crazier people than my Mental Hospital, I knew how to work at curing them but my own home was full of ding-batty crazy aliens from all over the world and I'm not completely sure from beyond this planet!!!
I had hidden cameras installed and began studying the unintentional lovingly applied yet creating of misfits that will not survive anywhere else but in the world my Vivian has created, as her vision of Utopia and (Properness). She had set out to do great things for her children; however she had created oddities to the outside world and would be forced to live in a bubble.
I call in colleagues to help me with this quandary that I have unintentionally found myself in. The cure would be to deprogram the mindsets of my wife and children as a group. This most interesting case has brought out the brightest Professors of Psychiatry from around the planet. Actually seems only proper after all, people from around the planet have helped my overly caring but ding-batty wife and mother to successfully orchestrate such a kind yet overwhelmingly screwed up family!
I began my mission to salvage my family, with the help of the Psychiatric community. My family became the most talked about case in modern history. First we made room here at the Sanitarium and went to court to prove that my family was the neediest family in the world for Psychiatric help. This was the first case of its type ever and I received a court order to proceed.
Professors from all over the world was converging on Glen View, the sleepily little country Mental Hospital was now world famous. I allowed the Doctors to stay at my house to further evaluate the other part of the equation.
I managed to get my family here under false pretenses of which I'm not proud of but the big picture looms larger. I would be living with them full time and guiding my family's future with love and that is my ace in the hole. I, and my colleagues begin a 24 hour a day vigil with failure not an option. I put trusted friends in charge of my household problems. The decision was made all aliens no matter where they are from must go.
From the look of a complete shell shocked family, slowly and surely small strides were being accomplished. It was Vivian that was the biggest obstacle, for out of undeniable love to be the best mother, she had become obsessed, eccentric, or a complete ding-bat and created clones of what she believed to be the perfect children. Within her narrow focus she was destroying them as adults by not allowing the child to be children and learn through their mistakes.
After a few months it became clear to her that she was destroying, rather than creating. Then she hit bottom, very hard and painfully. She became the arch nemesis of what she had set out to be and she went into a deep depression. This was expected and through the 24 hour around the clock vigil of FAMILY they actually learned how to be a family, Mighty amazing how the same thing that can destroy can also cure!!!
Rather than going back home the family toured the world visiting the homes of the Doctors that valiantly helped give new and fresh beginnings to the once family of created ding-bats. By seeing the families from around the world and living with them this family was now a family, a real old fashioned family the way it was meant to be.
MY PERSONABLE BELIEFS ARE, THAT WE ARE CREATING UNINTENTIONALLY A YOUNGER SOCIETY OF DING-BATS, FROM OUT OF OUR OWN DING-BATISH WAYS AND WE THINK WE ARE DOING AN EXCELLENT JOB OF RAISING OUR KIDS!!! goodnight
I can't for the life of me understand how I got into this jamb. I married the love of my life and everything was perfect for 5 years as my career was blooming and my Vivian began sprouting, and we were happy as ones could be. After Gersch things were pretty normal. But after Gesundeit things began to change. I was a proud Poppa and arranged my schedule to be home at dinner time and spend all my free time with my family. Vivian insisted on properness, she would say "there is a proper place for everything and everything has a proper place". It was worse after Gorst. She began hiring nannies and servants from all over the world. She wanted her children to be "PROPA" as she pronounced it. Then came along Gertrude and I thought now that she has a girl the boys will have it easier and they did for a little while. Finally our youngest Ginny came along and I told myself with two girls to occupy her, the boys will be allowed to be boys at last!
I wanted my children to be regular children, the way children are meant to be. Having fun getting dirty climbing trees, enjoy being a child, the adult stuff, the properness can be honed later. Vivian had sit out on a one woman crusade to make 5 perfect, proper children that were no fun at all. We did make an agreement early in our marriage that my job was to work and her job was to take care of the house and children. So I stuck to the agreement, even though I was having to drink more Bourbon to do it. I began coming home later and later and working on the weekends.
Ding-bats is like having bats running amiss in your gigantic house speaking foreign languages that you don't understand. That's what the help she hired was like. Everyone who taught our children was foreign. My own children ran around speaking French, Spanish, German and other languages and I never understood a word they said. They were so busy with the arts, the languages, and every other thing that My Vivian could come up with, they were well rounded but seemed like the other DING-BATS in my house, I was dumbfounded.
My home held crazier people than my Mental Hospital, I knew how to work at curing them but my own home was full of ding-batty crazy aliens from all over the world and I'm not completely sure from beyond this planet!!!
I had hidden cameras installed and began studying the unintentional lovingly applied yet creating of misfits that will not survive anywhere else but in the world my Vivian has created, as her vision of Utopia and (Properness). She had set out to do great things for her children; however she had created oddities to the outside world and would be forced to live in a bubble.
I call in colleagues to help me with this quandary that I have unintentionally found myself in. The cure would be to deprogram the mindsets of my wife and children as a group. This most interesting case has brought out the brightest Professors of Psychiatry from around the planet. Actually seems only proper after all, people from around the planet have helped my overly caring but ding-batty wife and mother to successfully orchestrate such a kind yet overwhelmingly screwed up family!
I began my mission to salvage my family, with the help of the Psychiatric community. My family became the most talked about case in modern history. First we made room here at the Sanitarium and went to court to prove that my family was the neediest family in the world for Psychiatric help. This was the first case of its type ever and I received a court order to proceed.
Professors from all over the world was converging on Glen View, the sleepily little country Mental Hospital was now world famous. I allowed the Doctors to stay at my house to further evaluate the other part of the equation.
I managed to get my family here under false pretenses of which I'm not proud of but the big picture looms larger. I would be living with them full time and guiding my family's future with love and that is my ace in the hole. I, and my colleagues begin a 24 hour a day vigil with failure not an option. I put trusted friends in charge of my household problems. The decision was made all aliens no matter where they are from must go.
From the look of a complete shell shocked family, slowly and surely small strides were being accomplished. It was Vivian that was the biggest obstacle, for out of undeniable love to be the best mother, she had become obsessed, eccentric, or a complete ding-bat and created clones of what she believed to be the perfect children. Within her narrow focus she was destroying them as adults by not allowing the child to be children and learn through their mistakes.
After a few months it became clear to her that she was destroying, rather than creating. Then she hit bottom, very hard and painfully. She became the arch nemesis of what she had set out to be and she went into a deep depression. This was expected and through the 24 hour around the clock vigil of FAMILY they actually learned how to be a family, Mighty amazing how the same thing that can destroy can also cure!!!
Rather than going back home the family toured the world visiting the homes of the Doctors that valiantly helped give new and fresh beginnings to the once family of created ding-bats. By seeing the families from around the world and living with them this family was now a family, a real old fashioned family the way it was meant to be.
MY PERSONABLE BELIEFS ARE, THAT WE ARE CREATING UNINTENTIONALLY A YOUNGER SOCIETY OF DING-BATS, FROM OUT OF OUR OWN DING-BATISH WAYS AND WE THINK WE ARE DOING AN EXCELLENT JOB OF RAISING OUR KIDS!!! goodnight
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