Word Play "PORK BARREL POLITICS" by Bill Lee

How ya'all doing out there, wherever ye are roaming in this silly mixed up world of ours. My name is Bill Lee Hill, my good buddy Glen, or should I say, old crazy Professor of Dumassology, here in farm country. He runs a Sanitarium, here in the Heartland, Glen View. It was once a big, I'm talking BIG house. Legend has it, a foreigner named Sigman Fraud built this stately mansion. He fathered a dozen children or more, no one seems to know for sure. Seems the ever growing legend has him fathering many children around corn country, he fertilized (petered) many eggs all around the county like corn. (ha! ha!) People that come into contact with Sigman said all he wanted to talk about was sex, sex. sex.

A friend and former farm boy, Glen R. VIEW went off to college and got him a Doctorate in Psychology. He ain't worth diddly squat as a real Doc. though. He tells everyone I'm a Doctor of Psychiatric Disorders. Hells fire I don't even know what the hell he is talking about, we need regular Doctoring and Veternarian Doctoring anything else is useless around farm country.

Anyway to get to the pork of this article. Doc. View says to me "Bill Lee you are famous state wide and know more about pork than any man alive. I want you to write an article for me which I will post on my blog. I want you to write about pork barrel".

I, wishing to not appear ignorant in front of the Doctor said, "you mean pork bellies".
The Doctor said with authority, "No sir, PORK BARREL as in Politics".

Seems to me the Doctor may have been taking some of his wonder medicine so I say "okay". I aim to talk to Lilly Claire my wife. She is a real Doctor and in much demand around here, she is a Veternarian. That night at the dinner table I ask Lilly Claire to explain to me about pork barrel, as in politics. Real quickly I see I have got myself into a real nutso sit-e-ation. I should of been smarter than to get hoodwinked into this by Doctor Nutso, as he is called in these parts. So my Lilly Claire is helping me to understand or rather attempt too!!!

PORK BARREL is government appropriations for political patronage. She ask "you do understand that don't you"? I answer "HUH"! (My mind is flashing ALERT! and when I feel like that or try to figure something out I run to me pigs and talk to them.) I think I'm in deep pigshit. I know government and we have two political parties, but I'm blanking out on, appropriations and patronage.

Lilly says "you mean to tell me in you whole lifetime here in farmland you have never heard of appropriation! Have you heard of the word appropriate?

I answer, "yes, you sometimes tell me I'm not dressed appropriate when we are going somewhere, so I guess that means dressed right or correctly and I believe patrons may mean people that are having dinner when we are eating at that fancy restaurant that you absolutely love, that don't serve any pork, right"!

Lilly Claire says, "there is a brain in there, it's just smelled too much methane released from your pigs.

Appropriationns means money set aside for a specific use. Patronage means, the power to grant political favors. My head begins to throb and I am thinking to myself, lordy what have I gotten myself into!!! My Lilly knows me well enough to know, the run to me pigs look. She laughs at me and gives me a big ol'-smoocheroni. She takes the kiss one step farther and leads me to the bedroom saying, "I know how to calm that brain of yours down".

After my brain is on minimal life support she explains all the back door, dirty dealings of Politicians. I was totally flabbergasted, and she laughs saying, "you silly pig farmer, there is a whole lot more to this world than raising little piglets, but that's why I find you so irresistible, you're a real down home country boy and love animals and life as much as I do".

I had much thinking to do over the next several days. I did not like the sound of that pork barrel politics one bit. It gives my business and my hogs a bad rap. My porkers are good and serve a necessity to life. What good are them politicians! Them Politicians are growing fatter every day off we the people's money. If they are doing each other favors and don't care if the people know it, then what in tarnation is going on in secret. They are placing black gooey stinky stuff on us and rolling us to the road. We are being covered over with pig-shit. Damn I'm madder than a 500 pound sow protecting her piglets. Are all the people as in "WE THE PEOPLE ARE AS IGNORANT AS ME", I THINK IT'S HI-OH TIME WE ALL WAKE UP AND SMELL THE PIG-SHIT THAT IS TAKING OVER OUR COUNTRY. I RECKON THE PEOPLE HAVE BEEN AS IGNORANT ABOUT THE GOINGS ON IN WASHINGTON AS I HAVE BEEN.WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL THE HISTORY HOGWASH WE HAVE BEEN TAUGHT IN OUR SCHOOLS OUR CHURCHES ALL OUR LIVES. HERE WE HAVE TRUSTED THE GOVERNMENT TO TAKE CARE OF US!!! THAT BE OUR FIRST MISTAKE AND ONE HELL OF A BIG ONE!!!! WE HAVE BEEN PLAYED LIKE THE GREASED PIG CONTEST, THEM POLITICIANS ARE SAYING "THEM DAMN IGNORANT POORLY EDUCATED SOB'S AIN'T SMART ENOUGH TO KNOW WE ARE ROBBING THEM BLIND. THEY THINK THEIR VOTE COUNTS FOR SOMETHING. IT IS MEANINGLESS BOTH PARTIES ARE BEING LOBBIED AND GIVEN MONEY FROM THE SAME RICH ASS PEOPLE AND ORGANIZATIONS WITH ONLY ONE THING IN MIND. TO RULE THE WORLD AND """CONTROL""" THE MASSES AND THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT THEY HAVE DONE!!!! DON'T TRY TO REASON OUT THE WAY """DEMOCRACY""" IS A-WORKING. SINCE TAXES WAS INRODUCED WAY, WAY BACK, THE KINGS, THE QUEENS ONLY WANT "WE THE PEOPLE TO PAY TAXES, USE THAT SAME MONEY TO BUILD THEIR KINGDOMS, WAGE THEIR WARS WITH OUR "CHILDREN". Now THEY, along with THE MONEY CHANGERS (now where have we heard that word before!!!) are taking over the whole fricking planet. Don't kid yourselves more money is spent on military around the world than has ever been. Why??? to bomb OUR asses to smithereens "BABY"........

           Those so called POLITICIANS -???????????? in Washigton are playing WE THE AMERICAN PEOPLE, like a fine STRADAVARIUS in finest SYNPHONY ever wrote!!!!!!
I HUMBLY APOLIGIZE MY TIE HAS BEEN RATER SHORT RECENTLY AND THIS POST GOES AGAINSY MY MISSION STATEMENT HOWEVER; THE POLITICAL CRAPPOLA COMING FROM OUT OF WASSHH-ING-TON HAS FLAT PISSED OLD BILL LEE HILL PLUM OFF. RICH PEOPLE PLAYING WITH MINE AND YOUR MONEY. EVEN THE MENTIONING OF SOCIAL SECURITY AND WILL IT BE THERE FOR THE FUTURE JUST SENDS ME INTO A HISSY FIT. THAT DAMN MONEY IS MY DAMN MONEY THAT I HAVE PAID IN FOR SINCE I WAS SIXTEEN FUCKING YEARS OLD AND YOU TOO EVEN MENTION TAKING AWAY SOMETHING THAT MY 81 YEAR OLD MOTHER SURVIVES ON WELL , I TRY REALLY REALLY HARD TO BE A GOOD PERSON BUT YOU MY PORKSUCKING RICH ASS BACK STABBING SOB'S HAVE GOT MY DANDER UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  
If you like my little tirade about you know who's please tell me! I might let let Bill Lee get plum pissed off again!!

Let's Try Meditation "AGAIN"

Time once again is limited for my fav past-time. I would like to try this here MEDITATION stuf once more so here goes Ohm, ohmm, ohmmm, ohmmmm. I can hear mt heartbeating loudly, I gots to slow it down. Deep breathing, deep breathing.. deeper breathing... deepest breathing yet.... Damn Nich O las, (my yorkie), did you cut a fart? Ohm, ohmm, ohmmm....^__^__^__ SNORING...........................

Gosh darn it!, it happened again I be too damn tired to stay in me meditation state, I pass it right on by and go to nap-town.

I have spent a lot of time with my Mother recently one on one, trying to get her to tell me about her childhood, her thoughts. I desperately wish to get inside her head to view what makes her tick and what has made her so strong in her life!

I ask my Mom, "I really wish to write about you and especially what you have been through recently, I need to know your thoughts. please tell me"?

Mom answers, "I'm not thinking about anything".

I laugh and say, "you mean to tell me as we we're sitting outside with the wonderful warm breeze blowing through our hair, watching traffic go by, you ain't thinking one darn thing"!

Momma says, "NO", emphasizing that point, shaking her head.

I smile and say, "you wouldn't lie to your favorite Sonny Boy, would ya! I explain to her how my mind is all over the place filled with all conceivable thoughts and my brain does not rest even while I sleep because I'm dreaming and you my Momma don't think nothing!!!

Once again she says "NOPE"!!!

I smile and say "I love you Mom but you shouldn't lie to me, it ain't humanly possble to not think at all!

Momma says, "I ain't lying"!

I chuckle out loud with a belly laugh that gets her laughing with me and tell her, "well if that don't beat all. All these years I thought I was the only crazy one in this family, now I find out you're crazier than I am"!  

 TO CONTINUE AS I SEARCH FOR BRAIN ACTIVITY IN MY MOMMA'S HEAD...

LOTTERY

Time has been short recently, I have about an hour or so, SO I'm going to do what I have the most FUUN with. Meditate for about five minutes, clear me mind and type whatever silly, good or bad pops in. Sorry about yesterday's post, but it were plum silly ass fun! Here goes meditation..... ohm, ohm, ohm, ohm,ohm____________________^_____^______(snoring).

So much for meditation I fell asleep and lost some of my typing time. I hear Sue say "Hallelujah". Is that encouragement or sarcasm? Seems I have nothing on my mind, that can't be. I hate to go there but the Norway tragedy, sure seems like the Police was awfully slow!

I only read the headlines, BUT they sure don't seem to accomplish much in Washington do they! My thoughts is we should kick all Politicians out and withdraw their lifetime benefits package. The hell with elections, look where elections have got us. Let's have us a LOTTERY. CITIZENS OF ALL SKILLS AND TRADES THAT WANT TO SERVE THEIR COUNTRY WRITE INTO THE CAPITAL OF CORN COUNTRY. (NO LAWYERS ALLOWED) YOU WILL RECEIVE THE SAME PAY AND BENEFITS YOU CURRENTLY RECEIVE + ALL THE SWEET CORN YOU AND YOUR FAMILY CAN EAT. THESE WINNERS CONGREGATE AT BARBECUES, WEDDINGS, ALL KINDS OF FAMILY CELEBRATIONS, REAL PEOPLE DOING REAL THINGS DISCUSSING THE REAL PROBLEMS THAT FACE REAL WHOLESOME CITIZENS THAT HAVE BUILT THIS COUNTRY FROM THEIR BACKS AND BRAINS OF GOOD HARD WORKING REAL PEOPLE FROM AROUND THE PLANET SEEKING WHAT FREEDOM ONCE WAS.

WE REAL PEOPLE ARE SICK OF WARS CREATED SIMPLY FOR SOME FILTHY RICH SOB'S TO PLAY CHESS WITH THE LIVES OF REAL PEOPLE ALL OVER THE PLANET. PROGRESS MY ASS, WE HAVE GONE BACKWARDS. THE REASON THE "UNITED STATES OF A-M-E-R-I-C-A" WAS FORMED, FOR F-R-E-E-D-O-M. EVERY DAY WE LOSE A BIT OF THAT ONCE CHERISHED WORD. WHY SHOULD WE BABY BOOMERS HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT BENEFITS WE HAVE PAID OUR WHOLE LIVES FOR, AND WITH LIVES WE LOST TO GET WHAT WE DAMN WELL DESERVE. WE'RE NOT ASKING FOR HANDOUTS BABY, WE HAVE PAID AND PAID AND PAID OUR WHOLE????ING LIVES. WE HAVE MADE ONE MISTAKE, WE GREW UP LOYAL TO WHAT WE BELIEVED WAS A CAUSE BIGGER THAN ALL, IT WAS BUILT ON LIES, IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN SMOKE AND MIRRORS, HASN'T IT!!!   

Fun with Words "Politician"

The timing seems right to have fun with Politicians. Very appropriate as they fight over spending OUR MONEY! The word Politician sends shivers down my body.

I absolutely love to pick a word and put my spin on the meaning as only a humble, a mite crazy, getting old and the offspring of backwoodsy parents, right here in corn country, of the good old heartland of America.

So here goes word playing from a country boy you most probably won't get nowhere anyplace else except here on Glen View.

Sometimes I prefer to go a few words ahead of my intended target, or in this case possibly hog roasting. (a small funny I slipped in on you)

PO-lice, a civil "force" (don't like that word, I'll tell you right off the bat) for maintaining ORDER. "Please stay with me now, and don't go texting or anything else as I might get on a roll". Immediatly I spot a very, very KEY word! Do you see it? PO, or POO, or POOP!!! PO-litician, PO-rk, manure, gas, POOP! Everything with PO-liticians boils down to the very basic, basics of life. PO-lice are to maintain ORDER. We all know them PO-liticians or as I'm gonna call them POOP-liticians are always "out of order", just like a CRAPPER that never flushes, away U-KNOW! The POOP-liticians flush away our hard earned money like it's toilet paper. (that's funny) The Federal Reserve prints more money as easy as Charmin does. Remember the basis of Politicians "poop".

 So leaders that are full, have a PO-licy, which means g-o-v-e-r-n-i-n-g  p-r-i-n-c-i-p-l-e. (yeah right!)

Principle means general "TRUTH"; (my ass) law; precept... (please hang tough with me because we're getting in DEEP now!)

Precept means "established principles". Wait one dag gone minute, key word LAW. Most PO-liticians are Lawyers, right!!! Huum! I have been struck by lightning. Lawyers are taught how to bend, abuse, work around them established principles. It could just be me!

PO-lite, means showing regard; cultured. PO-lite my ass, oops! I made a mistake, they're Kissey Assey to the media, especially when them cameras are present and when they get behind closed doors and do the pork barreling two step...

Culture means behavior and technology of any people; acquired ability of appreciating excellence, "HUH"!!!

PO-lite means fartful, oopsey, artful sorry!

Artful (they are full) means sly, skillful, Hum!!! Kinda self-explanatory, ain't it!!!

(Interesting side note. I mean below note) Arthritis is below artful in the Dick-o nary.

Arthritis is imflammation of the joints. Well don't that just beat all! The most inflamed joint is near my hip pocket, where I carry me billifold. No wonder I always have a pain in my ass. All those taxes I pay causes permanent inflammation in me wallet!

PO-litical means of the government and we all know, U-kow about "THE GOVERNMENT"...

PO-litician one skilled in PO-litics, and we have had a fartful of that ain't we !!!

So these Politicians have got us into a 14 trillion dollar deficit. Every day in the newspaper it shows them looking so dapper in their expensive suits with their colorful ties as they are so full of themselves haggling over more ways to ruin the average Joe's that are losing everything. They are what's wrong not the fix. They are so artful in words, blame, backdoor negotiations. Only one word comes to my mind it atarts with P and ends with P.

Hello

BIG HELLO my friends in Blogosphere, how yo DOING? I hope the world is treating you satisfactory. Once upon a time I would of asked "is the world treating you good"? Times they are a-changing, ain't they? Not a lot of time for my new and absolutely fav hobby, but I ainna complaining. They is a-lotta stuff in them there hills, I call me brain, that may be bad for you all! HA, HA! I have all these thoughts and man-oh-man they seem pretty darn good when they are up top in the ol-noodle. Getting out of my mind passed the damn keyboard and that dang c-o-m-p-u-t-e-r in words that my computer English Major Mrs. Hewletta Iaa Packardo wants is another story. I always felt uneasy in English class. I thought I communicated right good until the farther up in school I went. I was as smart as anybody in elementary school. Then, I found out what learn-in is all about. I done real good in math, history, shop class. (them shop classes are e-a-s-y) I comma fromma backwoodsy country folks. They didn't know proper English from proper Canadian U-KNOW! My Daddy's ancestrial linneage is Hill-billy, ya-who! My Daddy's favorite show on T. V.  was The Dukes Of Hazzard, so you-a can a-see-a where I'm-ma comin from. (READING THIS HERE POSTEE MIGHT SET YOU'RE BRAIN BACK A FEW POINTS BUT WHAT THE HELL, YOU AIN'T POLITICIANS YOU CAN AFFORD THE LOSS OF A FEW SYNAPSES). Me Mommie is from the Heartland where corn is now seven feet tall and it is soo hot!!! How hot is-sa it? It has been so hot you can pick freshly cooked sweet corn right off the stalk!!! HA, HA, HA! U-know, i'MMA fEeLiNg So DaNg LoOnEy I tHiNk i'Ll Go PlUm AsS nUtS oN yA'lL.

Ya ain't a tru ass hillbilly unless you have pigs and chickens running loose in yer yard. Hillbillies measur thur valu bi scrap metal and old cars settin in the front yard. Yes-sir that ther scrap metal is moonee in the bank! My Grandpa on my Daddy's side had a few acurs in the hollers. What ur a holler? A holler is the opposet of a hill and, and, (drum roll pleeaassee) you can holler all you want, cuss, Ma & Pa can fight over who gets the outhouse first every mornun... Ther ain't a neighbor clos enuf to heer or giv a rat's ass! My Granny and Grandpappy had no runnin water, no electric, when I wassa youngin. They never wont fer nothin. They raisd animuls fer meat, gruw and cannd ther own vittls. I remember them homemade biscuits and food as the best I ever ate. Bacon, taters fried in lard, basic wholesome stick to your ribs food. They-a needed REAL grub because they worked from sun up to sundown. Gasoline was 15 cents a gallon and my Grandpappy wurked in town about 15 miles away. He brung home a large block of ice every evenun fur the??? REAL ICE BOX... Yep I kid ya not.

Entertainment was the little country Church. Back then they held services at the little Pentacostal Church several nights a week and twice on Sunday. I went with them sometimes when I was a youngin and let me just say they got to dancing and shouting and they worshipped!      WHOOPSY TIME IS RUNNING SHORT, IF YOU LIKE HEARING ABOUT MY HILLBILLY ORIGINS AS MUCH AS I ENJOY WRITING ABOUT THEM PLEASE LET ME KNOW, OKEY DOKEY!!!  Your friend here at Glen View...   

MOTHERS "MY THOUGHTS"

I declare Mother's Day 364 days of the year, that's official from old Professor GlenView and covers my humble Blog, starting "right now". It's my Blog, and I can "DO IT". Yes-sir-ree! Only Christmas shall remain the same. Why? I heard Sue ask that question, do you want my explaination, ready or not it's coming your way. Do you even have to ask! MOTHERS are simply (supercalifragilisticespyalidocious) wow! what a word, I just took a guess at how to spell it, it sure as hell ain't in the average dictionary. WHOW! that there word ain't in my computer dictionary. It said, no idea, ha, ha, ha I stumped the computer. It was in the movie Sound of Music. So I don't blow up my computer let's just say, Mothers are superb and totally A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. We take for granted and they are the biggest miracle of the universe!

Can't completely leave out the Fathers can I! Let's "briefly" talk about their role. They are the key that starts then clyinders turning, they are the starter on your Honda Accord. Instrumental but small in the overall scheme of life proding. Okay, okay, okay I best give the Dad's one day for Father's Day, lest they get a little annoyed. You see we men are like the fuse that sets the beautiful fireworks off on the Fourth of July, needed but short lived!!!

I equate my fascination to giving birth greater than any simple and totally beautiful understanding explained to me by my Grandfather when I was about 8 or 9. I remember helping him plant seed corn and watching in total amazement as the seeds grew. In about 90 days I helped snap off sweet corn and proudly carried it home. I asked Grandpa to explain to me what makes this happen! He said "Mother Earth takes moisture and nutrients from the fertile ground and in about 10 days the tiny seedlings shoot upward, then the sunlight in harmony with the productive nutrients from Mother Earth's rich soil takes over and the corn grows to maturity". Simple right but totally mesmerizing amazing!

Granted babies sure as hell ain't no ear of corn! I won't dabble in the specifics of how babies are created . I wish to place my attention on the marvels of  Motherhood. UH, UH, UH, ain't it something!!! It's soo overlooked by Men! We can't begin to say we understand, how can we??? We have N-O-T-H-I-N-G to compare with such a feat!!! Such a monumental achievement, a life growing inside. That to me my friends is the most spectacular wonderful, wonder of the universe. Forget about the manmade wonders, that ain't diddly squat compared to incubation. Mothers give life's nutrients from every cell of their magnificent beautiful rounded bodies. It's glorious!

Those who have made life should be the Queens, Politicians, Diplomats, the Leaders of the world. Those ones who have made lives would look at wars differently. I have heard of ancient civilizations that revered women like Goddess, as they should be. We men are only the tiniest little egg cracking fertilizer of the seed, to fertilize the amazing bodies of life giving wonders.

Only evil man-ipulative ones could jealously take away from the rightful true miracles!      

Aussie Blue (Punky) & Me

          We are out riding around on this early morning, 3 A M. It be a hot muggy July night, just the way we like them. We, as in me and my furry friend, Aussie Blue aka Punky or Puppy. Punky's as happy as a young pup while riding around in her favorite toy, a Pick Up Truck. She holds her head high and mighty as we ride the country roads, the wind blowing in her face. There is absolutely no place she would rather be. Oh! I almost forgot, we rode over to Taco Bell first, to get us each a burrito, we couldn't enjoy the ride quite as much unless-un our belly's are satisfied u-know! I have her spoiled, this will most likely be her last Summer, as old age and cancer is upon her. She still loves our late night walks and rides. Just two old farts out doing what we love to do best. Eating, riding around when no traffic is out, the wind blowing thru our hair, playing like we're the mighty hunters, like our ancestors. I ask Punky "are we having fun?", she answers as always with a big "WOOF! WOOF!" I tell her, "I love you Punky", I swear she understands, because she looks at me differently and answers with a slightly different bark. I know people that are not animal lovers will laugh and say I'm crazy, but I say to you, "if you have never had the undeniable love of an animal you CAN'T understand". I have owned many a animal or pets in my life. Let me just say "there is a huge difference in having a pet and having the undeniable love of a pet, and I'm sorry if you have not experienced this". Somehow Punky knows instinctively the times I'm going to take her for a ride and not! At this stage in my life unquestionably she is my best compadre. She is part Australian Cattle Dog and Australian Shepherd, flashy black and white with a mask covering her left eye. She is a looker, she is!

          Only on Sundays can we truly enjoy the out of the way country roads, at a couple old dogs pace. There is no hustle and bustle of traffic out to break our fuuun. We ride slowly and see all the beautiful creatures of the night. A red fox runs quickly across our headlights, in a hurry to grab a meal and return to the den, possibly a mother looking for nourishment for her young. Down the road a piece, a young Buck grazes on the short sweet grass that has been recently mowed. Short little horns, Punky says "hello Bucky Boy". Down the road a piece we spot Momma Raccoon showing off her cute little Bambinos. There area we see the Raccoons is a very interesting and unique spot. We are riding around in the next county where rolling hills and hollers make numerous small rocky creeks that almost dry up in the summer time. Luckily pockets of water remain for the critters. I absolutely LOVE this particular spot, it reminds me of the type of backroads that once were numerous in my childhood days before the roads became asphalt, and the low lying hollers like this one was replaced with quaint wooden bridges. You see, they simply put cement on the rocky bottom creek bed and you actually drove into the creek itself. Most of the time there was very little water in the creeks. These type of creeks only become dangerous after springtime flooding, what the old timers call gulley washers. As a child I found these non-bridge roadways irresistible and I still love them, but very few remain like this today in the area where I live.

          This was before the Interstate Highway came through in 1961. The county roads and State Highways had gone mostly unchanged since their inception. Times they were a-changing after that dad burn Interstate. It brought out the good and the bad, but that is another story, so back to me and Punky having fuun!

         The early morning dew was breathtaking, in an eery way, man oh man!, it don't get no better than this! For the price of fuel and a burrito we are in late night heaven. I make a stop at the all night mega store and go see my mother, of course my sidekick goes with me. My Mom loves Punky and it brightens here day. My Mother is recovering from surgery and a light stroke and is getting stronger everyday.
         
          BEHOLD THE LITTLE THINGS IN OUR FAST PACED LIFE ARE MOST OFTEN OVERLOOKED, BECAUSE WE CAN'T SEE AND APPRECIATE THEM, WE'RE "ALWAYS" IN A HURRY AND GETTING NOWHERE, EXCEPT AN EARLY EXIT TO THE SIDE DOOR OF LIFE. IT TOOK A HOSPITAL VISIT EARLIER THIS YEAR TO RE-EVALUATE MY LIFE. IT WAS AN EYE OPENING EXPERIENCE, OR RATHER I SHOULD SAY, LIFE ALTERING. ANOTHER FAMILY HEALTH CRISIS HAS DONE ME GOOD, FURTHER ADDING TO LIFE'S LESSONS. I LOVE MY MOTHER, MY WIFE, MY FAMILY MORE THAN EVER, SO WHEN ME AND AUSSIE BLUE ARE OUT RIDING THE TRAILS, I APPRECIATE THE LITTLE MOMENTS "MORE" THAN EVER!!!!!!!!  Goodnight from Punky and Me!!!  
         

I AIN'T, AN ANT, NO MORE!!!

How are you today my friends on this BEAUTIFUL full moon Friday. Ya'all out there wherever ya are, how ya doing today? No I'mma not quite a complete idiot, but close! I just like being silly, ya don't mind do ya?
 Once upon a time, not too long ago this man had the need to make sense of everything in his little world. He watches the evening news, reads the newspaper, a regular thinker, wonderer, this man would think until his head hurts. He even tried sitting naked on the toilet with one hand under his chin, reminiscent of the statue, The Thinker, hoping something would pop into his mind, only in reverse. He tries reversing the process of his most intellectual few moments of intense straining. He believes the laws of gravity and the process of junk in junk out would change, and in that moment of losing a natural man made by product, a ray of cosmos lightning would strike him and a brillant earth shattering thought would fill his cranium.
Well, the cosmic jolt never comes, so the old man gives up, the hell with this search for knowledge crap. He skims the newspaper, reading only the headlines, the heartwarming articles, humorous stories, cartoons. He's convinced everything coming out of Washington is a soap opera. The separation of rich and the poor have always been there, that sure as hell ain't never gonna change. There has always been people dying from accidents and natural calamities he can't change that! The biggest problem he believes is that today's world of instantaneous communication only makes all the problems in the world, more intolerable. We are bombarded with non-stop everlasting mind altering, controling in all aspects of our everyday life. It doesn't matter, if there is, or isn't a conspiracy going on. He can't change the world and how it's being run, BUT he can control his tiny sliver of it...  Even in his hometown, death, destruction, politics making front page news, he tires of IT. The fun, fullfilling interesting reading articles becomes lost amongst meaningless drivel.
His life starts returning, the sun is so much more than he remembers, the home cooked food is more enjoyable, not feeling rushed, he talks to, instead of at, or on a cellphone with family. He hugs his love ones, he finds the time to walk his dog remembering how good it feels to RELAX, to really relax and enjoy the simple pleasures that he thought was not there anymore. Those simple pleasures have always been there, he had lost, how to see, and feel them. Let the world around me move at a fast pace to nowhere, or an early death.
WE ARE BUT ANTS SCURRYING TO OUR OWN OBLIVION. WE ARE BEING PROGRAMMED AND DON'T EVEN SEE IT. FAMILY, LOVE, PETS, HOBBIES ARE "OWN" INDIVIDUAL SPIRITUALITY IS, (I WISH TO REPEAT) "IS" "OUR" SALVATION.   GOODNIGHT FROM OLD GLEN...

MEDITATE WITH ME!

I have an hour before I must must hit the road, I'm going to see if anything worth writing is upstairs. Surely I can come up with something funny, and it'll probably be on me. I'm going to try meditating, not medicating. OHHMMM, oohhhmmm, ooohhhmmm, oooohhhmmm,(snoring)..... (Half an hour later). Damn that there meditating is some goood stuff! I reckon, I've got that meditating down pat! Oopsey, meditating is suppose to relax you right? So I went to sleep, real quick but didn't have any visions or anything, I did hear a loud Train, then felt as though I was gasping for air. I wonder what that meant, hold on as I meditate on that and try to understand...... (snoring, gasp thru nose and wake up). Sorry I reckon I was snoring like a train because of being tired, here I thought I had mastered meditation, I apologize. So if I don't fall asleep, take really deep breathes until my body and mind roams free......... My body feels relaxed, I can't move. I feel like you do when you're beginning to wake up from anesthesia. I think I like it, yeah baby, I'm woozy like the buzz you get from alcohol. I can't move, ohh shit!!! Now what do I do? I'll go with it and let my mind go the way of my body....,,,-----____________________^___^___^^^^^^^^ I'M FLOATING AND LAND IN A HOSPITAL BED

(thump). A big ugly Nurse comes in and says "don't get out of that bed young man". I'm a young lad of maybe 12. Uuh-la-la, I feel good, no aches no pains, I question why am I in a Hospital? I'm not sick! I jump off the bed and sit down cross legged wearing one of them Hospital gowns. Uuwweee, that floor is cold on my butt! Out from under the bed comes tiny dogs, tiny cats & really really tiny Lions, Tigers, Alligators, Elephants. All the animals from a jungle but extremely small. Smaller than one finger. They are playing together and walking over my feet and hands. It was M-A-G-N-I-F-I-C-O, EXHILARATING, WONDERFUL, BREATHTAKING only as dreams can be! Then, then, then from the bathroom walks a seven foot Bear & you'll never in a million years guess what else was with the Bear, arms on each others shoulders just like two beer drinking buddies that need each other to stay upright! (Are you guessing?) Aw, come on, use that IMAGINATION! I'll give you a few more seconds... don't it feel good to use that childhood imagination, you thought that was gone forever didn't you? Okay I'll tell you ..... are you ready? Are you sitting down cause here it comes! Walking from the bathroom was a seven foot Bear & & & a Bigfoot with their arms on each others shoulder just like they're two drunken Sailors out on the town after six months at sea. They come over and look at me and my world of animals from around the globe. Them two giddy looking buddies smile in happiness at me and I felt sooo, good, sooo, wonderful. There was peace, joy, contentment, euphoria, that you can only get in a dream or vision. I RECKON I COULD REALLY LEARN TO LOOVVE THIS MEDITATING STUFF!!!  As always thank you for visiting this mind I call Glen View, I hope I brought a smile to your day. That is my mission, from now on! In a world gone MAADDD, I wanna make you smile, Growing up watching Red Skeleton, we can't get enough smiles, can we? FROM ONE CHILD TO ANOTHER, GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS. OLD GLEN   

Laugh With Me

Laughter is our best defense. If you can maintain a sense of humor, your little world is bearable. Now I don't mean being giddy all the time as we might think of a fun drunk! Although I must admit I find a lovable drunk being played on T V hilarious. There used to be a comedian who played a drunk and played the piano many moons ago whose name currently escapes me, it seems I'm having another senior momento. We must laugh at ourself because all of you-ins, and me do silly things. I'm gonna tell a true story on myself that happened today.

As we age we get many aches and pains, right you old farts out there! ARTHRITIS, give me an amen on that! It's the natural aging process, can't help it. When your young, you absolutely CANNOT identify with the big A. Your joints plain and simple just don't like you anymore and they cry out. It ain't easy getting up out of some chairs especially them low ones and them soft ass ones you sink down into. Them cushy chairs feel good on the tushy, BUTT, after a half hour of caressing your lard ass, try getting out of them... Believe an old man like me who is full of a lot of aches and pains that I would like to get rid of. Any how this here story is true and on me and I hope you have a laugh as I recreate the moment.

                                                            Old Man &The Knees
I had a very physical day yesterday and worked over to boot. I normally need some time and several Aleve to aleve the pain. I had responsibilities that must be taken care of before old Glen can relax and ice down his worn parts. ( My whole body) So I was deteriorating and in need of down time. I'm relaxing in one of them cushy tushy sofas with my Mom and putting a new battery in my hearing aid. (Yes the whole body is wearing out) Them batteries for my artificial ears are small u-know and I'm concentrating on that tiny battery and my itty bitty compartment that dang battery goes in you see. That right there takes what concentration old Glen has left, since I'm way past my prime as far as needing sleep. I get the itty bitty battery out and am attempting to place that there dang tiny ass battery in a tiny ass compartment when Mom said "the phone is ringing" and it's 15 feet away, baaad timing I must say!!! My Momma is 81 and just got out of the Hospital a week ago and she is walking with the aid of a walker so she can't get it! In Tennis sometimes a player gets caught going one way expecting the ball that direction , you know what I'm saying. Picture this An old fat man down in a cushy Sofa with bad knees and really tired, trying to get out of the Sofa from hell and trying not to loose his itty bitty battery and his itty bitty cover to the hearing aid, u-got a mental picture to that! Okay I'm inching my tushy out to the edge of the cushy sofa, in a hurry mind you and my body gets all tied up as my arms are going one way and my big Ass is going the other way and... and... I fell on the floor. Now I'm trying to get my big Ass up from the floor to get to the phone in time, are you a seeing a mental picture of this, this here adventure of old Glen. WELL, I'm a-telling you all out there I did make it to the Tele in time, bruised butt, bruised ego and all, yes-sir-ree, mind over pain does matter!!! I get back to Mom and she is cackling and having a much needed gut busting laugh at her Sonny Boy's expense. We had a real good laugh and nothing was damaged. You see that was a much needed laugh for both of us.

WHAT IS THE MORAL OF THIS STORY? DON'T PLACE YOUR TUSHY ON A CUSHY SOFA, IF YOU HAVE BAD KNEES...
 WHAT!, NO CELLPHONE IN THIS DAY AND AGE!!!
 DON'T CHANGE A BATTERY ON A SOFA!!!
 CRAZY OLD FART...
DON'T WORK HARD, AND YOU WON'T FALL ON YOUR ASS!!!
A LAUGH A DAY KEEPS THE DOCTOR AWAY!!!
 I PREFER THIS ONE, BIG BUTTED, BAD KNEES PEOPLE SHOULD NEVER PLACE THEIR TUSHY ON A CUSHY COUCH.........
LATER & LAUGH WITH ME!!                   thanks for visiting my humble site, my compadres.

In Search of "ME"

Seems I have spent my whole life searching for ME place in this here life. The basic questions I believe we all ask ourselves. Who am I, what am I suppose to do with my life? I'm no different than anyone else am I? We reach a point after many years of playing adult, we need answers. Early on, ignorance is bliss. Some children may be forced to grow up early, possibly the eldest child of many children, may take on responsibilities as I believe was almost mandatory many years ago to help their parents. They accept their role and never questioned it. Wow! almost like starting childhood off as an adult! I'm sure it was not forced, love, loyalty, family obligations come first and foremost. Definitely different times heh? Good or bad? Obligations, chores, work ethics are formed. Of course there can be extremes but I'm not talking about that.

I wish to examine life on a farm of 100 years ago. Help is needed to run the farm so big families were common. The family was pretty much self sufficient, you had to be! Children receive only the basic schooling, it probably was satisfactory. The lessons of life are learned everyday from as early as the children would watch Ma and Pa working for simple survival. Ah! survival is the key, no modern conveniences like today. Somehow this life would seem to promote family togetherness and appreciation for what you have. You must work hard to survive, pride, loyalty, team work as in family togetherness. Do you see what I'm getting at here FAMILY...

The search for ME has been going on for so long I can't remember when it started. I do believe I began way too early out of neccessity and I'm not crying over that. Unanswerable simple questions will short circuit your life forever if allowed. I did unintentionally allow that to happen. It most certainly controlled way too much of my life and I thought that was NORMAL. Hell!, if there is such a thing as reincarnation, and we have had numerous passed lifes, then why the hell aren't we allowed to tap into that WISDOM, seems somewhat assinine to me to have all that KNOWLEDGE and not use it. Wow! maybe them enlightened ones, do ya reckon!!! Wouldn't that be nice. I want me some of this enlightenment wisdom. There are many "WISE ONES" pushing self-help, inner knowledge, meditation and so on and so forth. MY question is, why is WE  so "MESSED UP"???? You wanna ME to gave ya all MY OPINION? Whoops even if you don't I'MMA  gonna do it, YEP!

WHOOPSEY, I'M PLUM OUT OF TIME FER TODAY. I WILL HAVE TO CONTINUE AND THINK MORE ON MY ANSWER. MY FREE TIME HAS BEEN SHORT RECENTLY AS MORE IMPORTANT FAMILY MATTERS ARE NEEDED TO BE TAKEN CARE OFF. I WILL LEAVE YOU HANGING AND I WILL BE A-THINKUN, IF-FUN I DON'T FERGET. YOUR HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT IS TO WRITE DOWN FER ME OLD PROFESSOR GLEN VIEW. REMEMBER THE QUESTION "WHY ARE WE, SO MESSED UP TODAY"?????    

"Unleash", The Child Within!!!

Hi there from the Heartland, its been a hot day here in corn country. This time of the year with hot humid nights, I believe you can see the corn growing and hear them stems crackling as they push upward. I know your thinking that old man is having a senior moment. That's an alternative explaination I'll give you, BUT if you could measure them stalks before dark and measure them stalks at daylight I'll just bet ya, it has pushed towards the heavens.

The dog days of summer are here. Why do the old timers call it dog days? I never asked any old timers when I was a pup that question, I reckon a dog is smart enough to find a shade tree and just do nothing, that's what I've always thought that saying meant.

How is it where you live, hope everything is going good for ya. I have been out of touch with the world recently. I trust the Politicians are still accomplishing nada. Still as full of themselves as always, still wars and all the evil of the world happening while I have lost touch, yep, sam-o, sam-o. Death, destruction, lies, don't miss the news one iota. As a matter of fact we all should boycott the news. How depressing, its always depressing. Ain't no wonder we're all on drugs illegal or legal, we need escape from the madness, that seems to be spreading across the world. Where do you get away from it? We must find solace! I hope my friends you can take some time each day to keep yourself grounded, life is so overwhelming at times. We must have our moments to refresh our souls and clear our minds! If we don't the problems although seemingly little start building and building, with no way of stopping life's damn irritations, it's as though these damn pesky irritating mosquitoes keep biting and no bug spray, no screening, no netting can stop them. We unknowingly allow them into our sanctuary and they take control. We try blocking them, but BABY you can't block them pesky pest! At times life comes at us from all fronts and we can't retreat. What do we do? I say we must make time, if pressure is getting to you, go take a walk, buy an ice cream cone, take your shoes off and place them in the fountain.Take the afternoon off on a scorching July day and go see that movie you been wanting to see. Find a family member to watch the children for just one night, so you and your spouse go and be naughty! What I'm trying to tell you all, is before you know it your old DAMN IT!, and life has broken you mentally, physically and spiritually... So gosh darn it, make a little time and act like a child again, that child has never left you, you have simply forgotten how to enjoy life as a child, resurrect that child before...      

PRIORITIES OF LIFE

One needs a taste of reality once in a while to remind us of our real priorities in life, the family and the  values they represent. TV shows such as Andy Griffith, Little House on the Prairie, My Three Sons, Father Knows Best, Leave it to Beaver etc. I don't watch television enough to know if shows like these exist anymore. I'll bet they don't. Call me old fashion, values must be taught for the following generations to prosper accordingly. Maybe it's just me but it appears family values have been misplaced or harder to come by in modern times. Is there no place for Andy Griffith in the modern world? Probably not! Instead of taking a leisurely stroll to the old fishing hole, everyone in the family is doing their own thing. The boys are playing video games on the mammoth television, sis is texting to friends. Mom and Dad have their own computer and enjoying them perhaps too much! No time for church on Sunday. Don't get me wrong, I know good families and wonderful children. Is this the exception rather than the norm? I certainly hope not, but can't help questioning. I love seeing the whole family taking a leisurely stroll in the park, taking time to look at the beautiful surroundings and enjoy the simplicity of being together. Dag-nap it!!!, do families of the modern era hop in the old Chevrolet and take a scenic drive out into the countryside and see the beauty of farm country with corn growing seven feet tall, stop at a country market and buy fresh corn, green beans, tomatoes. Drive down the road of easy street, slowly, calmly, relaxing, talking about everything, togetherness U-KNOW!!! Does this happen anymore? Please tell me that once in a while the modern family does something "TOGETHER"!!! I HOPE this happens, I need to renew my faith in the future of the basic family values. I do see good hard working young people, don't write me off as an old fart, I may be, but that is beside the point. Every generation is crossed off, just as I was in the 60's. Before that and before them. It has probably been that way since the caveman.

It appears to old Glen View feller here, that families are being pulled apart by too much of too much today. Dickie can't pass a simple physical, instead of riding his bicycle with friends to play softball or basketball during summer break, they stay inside using their fingers and playing video games. Does that stimulate the muscles, more like frying the mind! Too much is not good! How many children will parlay that skill into a job? A child's mind needs to dream, not to be overloaded with hours upon hours of instant gratification of killing or countless hours of exercising the fingers. If children put in half that time in learning, reading, using their beautiful childhood imagination the generation after would become smarter, healthier.

YES, I RECKON I HAVE BECOME JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER PAST GENERATION THAT SAID THE SAME THING. I HUMBLY APOLOGIZE TO YOU YOUNG ONES, YOU KNOW NOT WHERE THE PATH LEADS YOU, I CRY FOR YOU, AND AM GLAD I WON'T BE AROUND TO SEE FUTURE GENERATIONS BROUGHT TO THEIR KNEES. THE INSTANTANEOUS GRATIFICATION OF FRYING THE MIND "IS" KILLING OFF WHAT ONCE MADE US SO DARN SMART, IMAGINATIVE, LOYAL, COMPASSIONATE, VALUES, LOVE, DAMN IT TO HELL!!!, I HATE FEELING THIS WAY!!! IT APPEARS THE HANDWRITING IS ON THE WALL! IF DICK & JANE, WILL EVEN BE ABLE TO WRITE IN FUTURE GENERATIONS!!! goodnight my friends from old glen view.....    

LOVE & FAMILY

I really wish to get my mind away for a spell. My intentions are to slow brain activity to a crawl. I'm relaxing without the influence of alcohol, drugs, legal or illegal. I'm drinking a lemonade and cooling down in my air-conditioning. (I absolutely love air-conditioning)  I want to summon anything that has been lying around in my subconscious. Come to Poppa is anyone home up there? For the first time in my life, my brain appears to be on minimal life support, gee whiz I would not have high blood pressure if I can keep it like this! Come on brain give me something damn it don't peter out on me now! Maybe if I meditate oohhmmm, oohhmmm, oohhmm... Please feel free to get yourself something to drink while I revive my brain in meditation.....

I have not read the newspaper or watched television or even listen to my once favorite overnight talk radio Coast to Coast and I have the feeling that I have not missed one gosh darn thing, have I? U-know in the grand scheme of things there is not one single thing that we, the average common person of the world can do, is there? We can think or worry about our individual problems and worry ourselves into an early retirement of life! What do you reckon we have solved? Not one single solitary thing! If we go to bed fretting (I like that old fashion word) and wake up in the morning we have only lost sleep and not solved one itty bitty thing, have we? U-know what I'm saying, my friends out there. It is the worrying that is a-killing us! We get all stressed and unable to carry on, so what do we do? We go to the Doctors and they put us on PILLS. Pills to cure everything, they would let us believe!

We must find hobbies. Ones that can bring out the child in us. We have lost our imagination, we have become trapped in our adult bodies. We need to quit reading the bad articles in the newspapers. Skip the front page, go directly to the comics. Get a smile before skimming for "ONLY" enlightening positive stories. Stay clear of politicians completely. Old Glen is a-telling ya as sure as Will Rogers stated close to a century ago. The Politicians are full of manure u-know that, we all know that! There all the same.

Television is killing us, we are saturated with unlimited channels of brain washing crap. I have completely quit watching news, even the weather forecast I find assinine. Why do we need a 24 hour weather channel, you got to be kidding me... With all the channels I can not find much to entertain me. I try to catch a movie or two on the weekend and that my friends is it. I carry the simplest packag with about with about 15 channels and on these few channels is 2 PBS stations, 3 religous stations, 1 political station from Washington, 2 sales channels. I have basically 3 or 4 channels I may pick something up on and watch a smidgen before boredom sits in from more commercials per hour than programming.

We have become a nervous Nellie society of nincapoops. We can't relax! I spent a lot of time in the hospital waiting, in waiting rooms the last week. Apparently I'm the only human in the world without a phone! I'm not talking just a cell phone. I'm talking brain eating, mind stealing monstrocities of ??? I can't describe it properly. Have we become a world of instantaneous ??? I'm trying to keep my head on straight and all I see and hear is non stop texting, talking and game playing???

I'm so far out of touch with today's brain robbing creating of instantaneous mind numbing nincapoops and I don't want no part of it. I wish I was born around 1900 and would not have to be around to see the destroying of simplicity and family values and work ethics and mind comtroling and mind destroying loss of direct face to face communication the way it was meant to be. We have become lost in our own everyday search for existence, where there is no time to smell the roses.

My dear friends take time in your busy hectic day to "RELAX". Turn the cellphone, the computer, the T. V. off. Have the children help with preparing dinner and eat at the dinner table to talk REAL family issues. We have forgotten what communication is all about. It is looking at each other, laughing with each other, hugging each other. We're never to old for a heartfilled hug and a kiss. Say what you will, we have forgotten the pleasures in life and we may never regain them unless we take the time to truly evaluate what is the most important thing in our simple existence and that is love gave and received.                          

Tired as a Tire with Little Tread

Your probably saying to your self  "that there Glen View feller has been teetering on the precipice and done went and fell over, yes sir"!

WARNING, WARNING!!! READING ANY FARTHER MAY WARP YOUR MIND, FOR YOUR OWN PROTECTION, YOU MUST SLOW YOUR READING DOWN TO MINIMAL SPEED AND BRAIN FUNCTIONING. CAUTION READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!

Nah, I been hanging on the edge of the cliff so long I done went and growed me some strong roots! HA, ha, ha. Yep, I know my limitations and I like to play with them. You see the stronger my silliness becomes, the stronger my roots are. That is really silly ass, silly, BUT, I betcha there is some silly ass people who understand what I'm saying. Maybe we should start a Silly Ass Club and if you can't decipher our silly ass way of silly ass writings, you can't become a club member. Ah oh! Maybe its just me at the end of a looong day, sometimes what I write makes sense, yep that's probably it, as I talk to myself and answer my own question. That be the first prerequisite, if you don't talk to yourself and answer youself, you can't join our secret club. Whoopsey, if it's a secret club how are we going to get members? "I know, I know" damn, you see! there I go again answering my self again! How the hell do I stop that? So to WHOM am I talking to now? Okay to make this P-E-R-F-E-C-T-L-Y clear if you're following me you are automatically a member of The Silly Ass Club and I'm the President until we vote on someone sillier than me. Oops, I'm picking up signals from my first member, it's Silly Sue, calling on the Silly Ass Hotline. U-KNOW maybe, just maybe, we might have silly ass signals that only silly-assers can pick up. Dang, I might have something here! U-know, I'll just betcha there are plenty of us out there, but have no way of getting together, and finally Silly Ass me, in my silly ass ways have created a break through format for us to get together on. U-know there are a heap of smart intelligent well educated Bloggers out there jockeying fer other smart intelligent well educated ones like themselves.
My tread is soo low right now and I plum forgot to take my meds, hold on I'll have to put you on hold for a moment, please feel free to take the time to talk to yourself as much as you want as I put you on hold starting NOW............................... Okay meds in me belly and I have a few minutes of brain functioning left before before I visit the land of snooze! Damn I'm picking up signals from ones wanting to join The Silly Ass Club. Oh my goodness, if there is 8 billion people on planet earth, how many people are crazy ass silly like me. I'm going to set the first rule, NO POLITICIANS.
 "Gee whiz Batman we gotta help this Glen View nit wit before he destroys Metropolis" says Robin.
Batman answers, "pull yourself together boy wonder, he'll only increase the intelligence level of the city, the Politicians and Lawyers have hold a tight grip on society, let's let him help rid our favorite city and the planet, as Silly Ass Avenger attempts to set the people free from brainwashing of the Mass Media and The Powers That Be that are taking over the planet. Evil Aliens once upon a time came to this Rock-O-Planet with only one thing in mind. The mining of GOLD and stayed, to strip the people of their intelligence. Our fellow brother can help us. So let's go take a vacation on the Bat Yacht and drink some margaritas and go see Jimmy Buffet in the Carribbean Maannn"!!!
 
IF YOU HAVE READ THIS FAR YOU APPARENTLY DID NOT TAKE MY CAUTION SERIOUSLY. PLEASE FOR THE SAFETY OF REGAINING YOUR SANITY DO NOT! TURN ON YOUR TELEVISION SET. THE BIGGER THE SCREEN SIZE THE MORE DAMAGE CAN BE DONE. NO, PLEASE DON'T READ THE NEWSPAPER! RELAX, OHMMM, OHMMM, MEDITATE CLOSE YOUR EYES AND REGRESS YOUR MIND SLOWLY BACKWARDS BEFORE YOU COULD READ. YOUR YOUTHFUL MIND WILL RECLAIM YOUR SANITY AS YOU ERASE ALL THE BRAINWASHING OF YOUR LIFE...... snoring.... goodnight my friends and thanks for visiting my mind as we chart the journey of untested empty chambers together.                   

Challenges

Whow-wee ain't the challenges of life FUN! Without challenges we can't appreciate the GOOD TIMES. Something as simple as putting in a day's work and coming home to relax with a glass of tea, wine, or a cold one, is WOMDERFUL!!! Don't take such fundamental pieces of the puzzle of LIFE for granted. We ain-na, gon-na, have everything we wan-na out of life so just throw that notion out the backdoor, cast that devil out, that's right! Now that wer're thinkin clearly. You can't buy happiness, you can't create happiness, But you can-na create moments of glorious pleasure. You are askin me right know, okay Mr. Smarty Pants how? So Im-ma gon-na tell ya'all.

Pleasure just ain-na the curling of your toes feeling you have after sex and the big O u-know... The newness of cuddly, snuggly, cutie pie, sweetness stuff ain't forever, old Doc Glen View is a-telling ya! Hell no! The real part of living is after the youthful abyss of ignorance subsides, REALITY hits you smackdab in the face. Life baby! is paying them bills, raising them rug-rats, teaching them kiddies morals and life's lessons. Your petty wants become secondary to being a mother or father. If your a real man, or a real woman, you should be able to appreciate the beauty and pleasure your bestow to you. The moment of relaxation of a nice hot bath, the glass of wine, the beauty of a sunset, a lovely tear jerker movie. BABY, what I'm trying to tell ya'all, you betcha ya best slow your ass down and learn to smell the smell of roses here and there. We overlook simple pleasures everyday because we have never recognized them as such, "WE" have always had them!

Little things like age crepts up on you. Your young and mighty and before you know it, you're old and failing. Then the most glorious pleasures will be the simplest. Being able to get around on your own in your own home and taking care of yourself. That's a simple pleasure someday I hope we all can enjoy. Until then, please evaluate your daily routine and find ways to enjoy the simple pleasures that someday we may lose, it's only a matter of time for all of us!!! GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS FROM DOC GLEN VIEW...