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Friday, November 30, 2012

"HAPHAZARD"

This little taste of my life has morphed into me being totally honest, at being myself. An examination into the mind of a 61 year old, at being myself, an uncanny way of releasing my emotions and opinions at the end of the day. I reckon one might call it a diary, but somehow goes way beyond what I ever imagined a diary to be, having never kept one! A day in the life of Glen, told through his emotions. WOW talk about REALITY! From the farthest reaches of the empty caverns in my little used cranium, to the center of my chest to the very essence of whom I am!!! OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE I CREATED???

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The word haphazard has been stuck in the storefront window of my mind. I know why... but was trying to avoid it. Each day of avoidance has become a flashing neon sign, becoming bigger and BIGGER, I can't avoid it any longer. I have been trying to write what I feel about a certain individual at work. The simple fact that a man in his early fifties and working for a company all his life... YET KNOWS, SO LITTLE ABOUT """EVERYTHANG!!!""""

Loyalty and showing up for work every day is his forte. While the rest of us take our allotted vacation days, earned days off and such, not this man! Apparently this job is his life! I find that so SAD! Why? Somehow he was put in a position.... requiring leadership, and he has none!

It's so unfathomable to me to understand in the least HOW, a person can be around others, half a century, yet be so out of touch with the simplistics. I write this feeling mad at myself, for feeling this way, however; saying anything different would be a lie! I have given this individual more chances than 10 cats have lives. I'd come home feeling distraught at this one of a kind. (GOD I HOPE!) I'd sleep on it with my new found peace of mind and start over again giving this person whom I'll call Wee Willy, or should I call him Silly Willy?

While out driving my work truck in the early AM hours, I thought about this. At this time off the day with virtually no traffic out is when my mind is the clearest, like glacier water, clear, fresh. I feel so sorry for Wee Willy, how can such a person be? Then a simple thought hit me that rectified this matter.

Our young people are graduating high school with out the necessary skills taught. How after 12 years of learning can almost adults be so incompetent at the basic things. These young people have been passed on year after year, because no one knows what to do with them, so they slip through the cracks of learning, never achieving the basics of an education.

Well ya see, seniority in my opinion don't mean diddly-squat!!! To give someone a position of authority based on being at a company the longest is totally illogical/asinine/STUPID!!!  A person in a leadership role has to be able to manage... all that comes at him! That means people and all aspects of the title!

I'm old school, I tell people what I think! The Indians cannot be running the tribe!!! The Chief must be in charge... knowing what the fuck he's doing! There's this thing called respect! Respect is earned like leadership, not given!

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HAPHAZARD; characterized by lack of ORDER or PLANNING, by IRREGULARITY, or by RANDOMNESS; determined by or dependent on CHANCE; AIMLESS...............................   

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Feeling Mighty Good!!!

Feeling right good at this moment! Yippee... I.,  A., partners! I'm not sure what I'll say nor where I'm gonna go! That be the way I like it, spontaneous. I like that word spontaneous. I'm gonna look up the definition, in my old, Webster's New World Dictionary. If I like the definition I'll go with it, and if-fa I don't I'll come up with a little somethun... somethun.. of my own.

SPONTANEOUS be, 1 acting in accordance with or resulting from a natural feeling, impulse, or tendency, without any constraint, effort, or premeditation.   (Help me now, I've hit the mother load!!!) 
2 having no apparent external cause or influence; occuring or produced by its own energy, force, etc. or through internal causes; self-acting
3 growing naturally without being planted or tended; indigenous; wild  (I reckon I can throw this meaning out, but I do like that word indigenous!, Yes, I do!) 

OH SHIT!!! Guess what lies beyond spontaneous? Spontaneous combustion, I remember seeing a documentary about human spontaneous combustion. I've been mad enough, I thought I was going to burst into flames, I've had a high temperature, I've been in heat this past summer that I thought I was going to fry as if an egg! This here human spontaneous combustion was saying people catch fire supposedly from within and become charcoal! Makes one wonder about such silly nonsensical things! Hell we know it had to be Aliens with their Fry Daddy or Grandma Death Ray Gun! Sometimes them documentaries must think we the people are plum stupid!!!

Spontaneous definition #1 YEP THAT BE ME! Although I have tried meditation, but this says "premeditate." Let me think, pre... means before. I've heard of premeditation on Perry Mason as in Lawyering lingo and Detective shows. So if you do somethun before you meditate, you must spend all your time in meditation, thinking about the pre part. Yikes, I like my meditation to be about relaxing, peaceful, puppy dogs and good dreams! Oh my goodness, gracious, God almighty! Them premeditators be thinking before they get happy in meditation about committing dastardly evil stuff! NO! NO! I certainly don't do any of this premeditation stuff! I BE ALL SPONTANEOUS ALRIGHT, AND WE CAN LEAVE OUT THEM ALIENS RUNNING RAMPANT WITH THEIR HUMAN DEATH RAY GUNS!

Dfinition #2 Of course it has to come from within with its own energy.. duh! You think some wandering spirit, like in Automatic Writing shoots inside your head!!! I don't need no more lost souls, or as I call them Missfits, residing in my head I have accumulated the allowable maximum! That's why I can do this spontaneous bit, because I have what is called spontaniety.  

I went back and read this a couple times, I have no fricking idea what it says or means! It did come out unrehearsed, unorchestrated, planned, or premeditated. I reckon there is some kind of energy or force in my body most likely some of that etc. stuff! Since the dictionary never finishes spelling that word etc.

I SUPPOSE ME AND THE DICTIONARY ARE A LOT A LIKE! CANNOT FIGURE OUT EITHER AND THAT'S THE WAY WE LIKE IT!!! 

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Conclusion of Speakers, Pen and Peanuts!!!

I was not quite done with my story about the speaker the other night, that was only part of it. I had to stop because I was too sleepy to carry on. Actually, I was done with the speaker destruction part! Something else come about as I was crunching on me peanuts and drinking sodie-pop. Since the diesel pumps are the farthest away from the store and 4:30 in the AM, tain't many people out and about. This here morning be exceptionally busy fer the time.

(Howsa about that last sentence! I got me a big o'l word like exceptionally and some of my favorite country words, such as fer, in the same sentence, am I a learnin ur what?)

((Ur what, sounds more appropriate!)) "PLEASE DON'T WORRY, OR GET UPSET! I TALK TO ME, ALL THE TIME! THE ONLY DIFFERENCE BETWIXT YOU AND ME, IS I'M CRAZY ENOUGH TO ACTUALLY WRITE THAT I AM!"

A much newer than mine, Ford Ranger 4X4, extended cab with grey paint pulled in . Um, um, um, just lik-a I would love to have. It were prettier than my old dog Punkster, when she were a pup!!!  On the other side of the same pump as the Ranger pulls in a newer black Ford Mustang. My heart brgins to flutter, I be sitting in the lot of a Convenient Store in the early morn, munching with my false choppers on honey roasted peanuts, drinking a diet pop, and watching a car show. (Correcto, I have my REAL choppers, I just preferred the way false choppers sounded, I reckon that must be writing stuff... you know!)

Well I'm watching the Ford Channel, sponsored by Speedway Convenience Stores, live ya see! Ya get it don't ya!!! Please say you do, just to humor an old man... okey... dokey!!!

I was thinking, "This is the best damn commercial, I... ever... did... see... in all my born days." (When I get to going, feeling silly, this vernacular... (WHAT???) I lurned, frum all the wise ones, I happened to be around, as a young-in, comes, creeping, crawling, from craters, deep, with in, my cranium!) I'm not... about to reread what I just wrote, whilst I be practicing my writing! I just.. let'er flow... BABY!

Maybe, I'll refresh y'all, in case any newbys, ( I hope so!) be out there. This Automatic Writing thing, where SUPPOSEDLY... "spirits" write through you. Have you heard about this? If that be the case, I only get the retarded spirits, or as they refer to them today, challenged! Yep, I agree, 100%.  I reckon my ancestors be trying to write through me, and they never knew how to write to start with, SO... I reckon that it be all up to me, you see! Ain't that a hoot!

Now we have the Ranger, which is a small pickup truck, and we have the Mustang, which is a really hot car. I be munching while watching the CV channel. This monstrosity of a monster rolls in, like it just come from the monster truck show at the fairgrounds, where all them rednecks be drinking beer, eating hot dogs and gassing themselves into higher orbit!!!!!! (I'm truly sorry I had to describe it that way, I had to paint this scene!) There sits that cute little Ranger and that behemoth of a madd monster from hell, looking as if he's gonna consume that cute itty bitty truck. My munching isout of control, as I watch excitedly, missing my mouth and almost choking on my big gulp! Was I nervous, agitated? Hell yes! I thought that big red monster Dodge Hemi Truck was going to run over squishing, then consume my pretty baby truck!!! I was so out of control I did not see who or what got out of that Monster Truck!

Can't you just imagine all this excitement going on at 4:30 in the mornin! I zero in on the door to the store, while waiting, I fix one eye on that truck. Mercy sakes alive, some redneck done spent more money on raising that devil up as high, as my work truck! I figuring, he may, get 2 convenient stores to the mile, as in POOR fricking gas mileage!!! This skinny little feller about the size as my right leg, and not higher than that walks towards that Dodge Ram Hemi Monster Truck. I watch as that little monkey shimmys up the side of that thing, like Spiderman. I was so intrigued in witnessing what kind o person would drive such a THING, I plum lost sight of my pretty little puppy Ranger. Good thing I didn't see that Ranger leave, but I'm right's sure its tail, or tail gate rather, was tucked up underneath its hind quarters! Shoot wouldn't yours???
Well sir, after that Monkey Man climbed up in his truck, slowly strutting away, like King Kong, down Broadway! I look down, I had peanuts all over me belly! In all the excitement I had made a mess. I come to partial senses, cleaned up myself, and my International Truck. What a sad looking sight my new white common truck seems! Then I totally returned to my real, as in silly senses. I talked to Mr. In T. National and said, don't worry feller, we're one and the same, we be plain, it be WE, the PLAIN JANES,  that carry this here old world,  ANYHOW!!!  HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO ONE AND ALL, EXCEPTIN FER THE TURKEYS, BUT DAMN AIN'T THEY GOOOD!!!!! Glen View  

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

The Revivalist!

Possibly, I got all my silliness out of my system yesterday! Nah! I just got too sleepy, to write and went to bed. Today be a new day and I saw more silliness, so much so, my silliness cup, more like a five gallon bucket runneth over, as in all over everywhere!  As I said a couple post ago, we're in our busiest time of the year where I'm employed. I told my boss just a few hours ago "I never in over fourty years of working in a factory environment, saw so many people accomplish, so little work!" He just looked at me with one of his blank looks, (that man got nothing working up top!!!) He's been working 16 hour days and accomplishing... not very fricking much! He has to have his hands into everythang, (that there be the problem!) He's paid for management, leadership and he doesn't know how! I know y'all out there are saying "don't you think you are being a tad hard on him?" Well let me tell ya "NO!"

""""""""" I thought the same thing, and have felt guilty, and given him more chances than a cat has lives. I would get upset, think about it over night, sleep on it you know! I awake with my new found drunken stupor, (must a been the medication I was on!) and forgive all that was stupid! (Oh my God I cannot believe I said that!!!) Yes I did! It be nye onto six months now, that I have been trying to train this new boss. It can't be done! My heart aches for this man, that can work so long and keep his job! I'm sorry for saying these things and don't take them lightly, however the number one thing is I can't tolerate such incompetence in a man that cannot understand the most common basics to leadership, when he is being paid to do so! Carrying mentally challenged people is one thing, we feel sorry, overlook and make up for them! Oh my goodness gracious a thought just caressed my brain. Who in their right mind would of let this man be a boss! Doesn't say much about some leaders, does it? Well fuck... since I'm on the subject! From the smallest toad of a leader, to the toadest toad, of a Politician, that there be the problem, you see! I can see, and I'm an old man, most likely on my last stairwell of life. I'll be excited, or totally devastated, if I live to see 70!!!""""

""""DAMN! SINCE I'M LETTING THE FUR FLY! I AINNA GONNA HOLD BACK! I'M IN THE NEW BEGINNING OF BEING TOTALLY ME, FEELING FINE, THINKING CLEAR! WE DON'T NEED NO THEORETICAL PHYSICIST, NO HARVARD PROFESSOR, NO OVER HYPED HIGH I.Q. DORKS, NOR SUPER ASS BILLIONAIRE'S, THINKING THEIR GODS, OR GODS CHOSEN, NO KINGS, QUEENS, THINKING THEIR BLOOD IS PURE!!!"""'

""""WE NEED GOOD OLD FASHION COMMON SENSE! HELLO... IS THAT OUT THERE ANYMORE???""""

I'M A MAN ON A MISSION, STARTING RIGHT NOW, TODAY, AS OF 6:O5 AM, NOVEMBER, 21, 2012. MY MISSION IS TO BRING BACK SOME OF THE OLD WAYS, STARTING WITH GOOD OLD COMMON SENSE! WHAT EXACTLY IS COMMON SENSE? THAT WILL BE ANOTHER POST...ALTHOUGH... SINCE I'M IN A GOOD OLD MOOD TONIGHT, I MAY JUST TOUCH UPON THAT A WEE BIT! DON'T MIND DO YOU?

"COMMON SENSE" OH, MY, MY, MY! THIS HERE GONNA BE A GOOD ONE FOR ANOTHER NIGHT, WHEN I BE IN A MOOD LIKE TONIGHT! I THINK OL' GLEN MAY HAVE PAINTED HIMSELF INTO A CORNER WITH THIS ONE. HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN SOMETHING YOU DO NOT SEE, MUCH OF TODAY?

PLEASE STAY TUNE TO GLEN VIEW TO SEE IF GLEN CAN GET OUT OF THIS ONE!

HE MAY HAVE CREATED THE FINALE TO HIS SHORT LIVED CAREER, CREATING STORIES, RAMBLINGS, SILLINESS! PICTURE THIS, UNTIL NEXT TIME, GLEN IS HANGING ON FOR DEAR LIFE, TO A SMALL TREE ROOT, OFF THE SIDE OF A CLIFF, ONLY YOU CAN SEAL HIS FATE DOES HE FOLD OR DEAL AGAIN?

I WISH TO BE KNOWN AS A 'REVIVALIST,' THE RETURN OF COMMON SENSE!   ("Oh crap what have I gotten myself into???")

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

A Speaker.. A Pen... and Peanuts!!!

It's late and I just worked 4 hours over time, but if I don't touch upon the moment I had a couple hours ago, it will be lost forever, and this is why, I write! I had to make some extra deliveries in my work truck and stopped around 4:30 AM for fuel and peanuts, for me belly. I was getting out of my truck headed for the fuel pump and I sneezed, no big deal right! I always get diesel fuel at the same Convenience Store and the same pump, habit I reckon! You-sa, Know-sa, how-sa, I hate... the !@#$ing-music coming from that little speaker at the pump. It plum fucking rattles me! (Ah-oh I getting down to the nitty gritty tonight!) That sneeze must-a opened a new line on my bad hearing, because it sounded like someone turned the volume on that stupid !@#$ing-speaker up! Yep! I know! I HATE that stupid music, whilst I be trying communication between my brain, eyes and hand! (I have to remember my mileage, I have to remember the work truck pin number, I have to CONCENTRATE, after driving for a few hours. I's, have grown QUITE found, of my peace and QUIET! (( Well lookee there, I used the words quite, and quiet, in the same sentence, they have the same letters, man, oh, man, I be hot tonight! I best put the fire extinguisher close by! ))
I don't listen to the radio anymore! O'l Glen zooms, into his zone, out there in the early AM, and-a, o'l Glen likes it when he be in his ZONE!!!) (((Damn I think I may have blown a fuse, I had a thought within a thought, and now another thought, have mercy... I best be getting back to the little speaker on the fuel pump!

Okay! Okay! Okay! Where was I? Any how! That fricking little speaker on the pump be louder than usual after I sneezed. I was having trouble focusing, thinking, coordinating me signals! It ain't funny sometimes thinking, seeing, hearing + I got-sa push them numbers on the screen, and all that you see. The first time I keyed in the mileage, that-!@#$ing-computer-pump-thing-a-ma-jig-gee knowed, some how I fucked up, so that smart machine gives me another shot! (The computer machine at the pump was probably thinking to itself, "these old people today, can't do anything right!") SO.. it gives me another chance and I pass! That speaker be bugging the !@#$-out-of-me!!! I took my credit card and tried to get back at that speaker, nope, it plays on! Then I took my ink pen, I was going to poke that little loud ass speaker to death! I come to my senses! THEN, a song comes on the little speaker from hell, or should I say Mexico! I flipped out! It be baad enough, playing badd music over a speaker the size of a quarter, BUT... Spanish music in the heart of the Heartland, come on now, I was pushed over the brink!! Yes I was! I grabbed my ink pen and poked that tiny ass speaker to death! Yes... I did! LORD HAVE MERCY!!! THE DEVIL COME INTO ME BODY, AND FOR ABOUT 10 GOOD JABS I... WAS NOT... ME!!! I taught that itty bitty speaker to become louder on o'l Glen! U-KNOW a man can only take, soo much!!! These !@#$ing-Quasimoto-speakers!!!

The diesel pump is the farthest away from the store, so after killing one speaker, I have to walk past many others mocking me, volume raising! WHY? I wanted some peanuts. (Like-a, I ain't already, nutty enough!)
I ran the gauntlet, between the speaker pumps from hell, I made it inside. Oh shit! Now I must get back to my truck! Their waiting for me to walk out that door and all them squeaky, squawky, squealy, speakers are going to get me! So what is a big o'l truck driver gonna do that has just put one !@#$ing-little-gas-pump-speakers-ot-of-millions-gonna-do? I felt brave with a bag o peanuts and a soda! "I ain't fraid no speakers!" I stopped outside of the door, had me a second of brillance! Yes I did! I filled my mouth with noisy peanuts to crunch, so I would not hear them speakers, calling me names. Well now, I ran to me truck! Well as fast as an old man with a bad back, and knee could limp! It worked! I jump in me truck, feeling all snugly safe.

There's maybe a moral or something here I don't know! I still hate them little speakers!        

Sunday, November 18, 2012

"THE SEARCH... FOR BALANCE"

Do I have anything to say today? Most likely not, that's not stopped me before, so I'll ramble and see what happens. After all you don't come here for Brainiac ramblings, about Brainiac stuff! I be a good old boy, correction... good old man from the Heartland. That simply put, is... I'm like you! WE.. the real people of the world, DID NOT, cause the mess the world's in!!! Did we? That be, them educated ones, with all them "C"apital letters behind their names! I be, Glen E. View, they be, their name followed by ............................... letters that don't mean shit to me!!! They think, their so XXXXING smart. I'm about to quote myself, ready """uppa yours with a jack hammer""" also this letter, I'mma... gonna... show you... is also, a quote from me, butt... I have to explain a wee bit... because you can't see MY two middle fingers EXTENDED... they looks like this """ I """ ??? Is this a universal language that we all can understand? If not, my stupid ass attempt at being funny is lost!!! WELL... HELL... IT WON'T BE THE FIRST TIME... NOR THE LAST TIME!

Glen E. View hassa been in a right's good mood recently! Uh, huh! I sure do like this here right goood mood too! I'm not rightly sure WHY, but I'mma, gonna, spec u late a tad! SORRY! Well... not really causin if-un your a frequent lunatic visitor, here on Glen View, you know I like to give my opinion! Brothers and Sisters. (Shittola!!! That be about all... we regular... real people, have left to give, they done taxed us into oblivion! Can I have an amen brother, or, RIGHT ON... on that!)

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I wish to add the answer, bout now, to a question someone, once, asked me. Here's the question.

Mr. View "why do you write like you write, with all them silly spellings and funny sentences and just silly stufffff?"

No! NO! NOO! Did not, bother me at all! Are you ready for my answer?

I MEAN.. ARE YOU REALLY READY FOR MY ANSWER....???

Mr. View's answer. "I'm simply being me! I have always had an over active imagination. Ain't nuthin a wrong with that is there? Hell NO!!! Although IF, and you did notice, I said IF, didn't you? IMAGINATION is a double edge sabre! GOOD or BADDD! I have dwelt in the deepest, darkest pits of the BADDD! ((( OKAY, OKAY, OKAY!!! I knowsa that dwelt, should of been dwelled, (I THINK!) but for some reason, that's how my brain says it! Yes... I do reckon being 40% deaf in both ears has a mite to do with it!!! DUH! I AIN'T STUPID, "SILLY" YES!!!)

What-ta, an old fat man has learnt, in his 61 years and a few days of life is! (Oh my, am I about to give my secret away and possibly, a wee bit of wisdom... NAH!!!)

I'm about to say, with quotes and all that really smart learned e-d-u-c-a-t-i-o-n... I say "HELL NO, I'MMA GONNA DO IT "MYY WAYY!!!"

We're teetering on the precipice, of REALLY, getting down to the nitty-gritty of who I be! What you have seen, so far has been a prelude, to the REAL ME! I hear them, uwe's and awe's, out there!

I'M A MAN WITH MANY THOUGHTS SWIMMING THROUGH THE LOCK AT ALL TIMES. I CAN THINK OF THE OHIO RIVER, AS BEING TOO LOW, FROM TOO HOT, AND DRY A SUMMER, SO MUCH SO, THAT THE BARGES CAN'T SHIP, AND STAY STUCK AT THE DOCK, IN TURMOIL, WHERE AS, NOTHING GOOD, OR RELEVANT, FOR A PRODUCTIVE EXISTENCE.

OR, I CAN ENJOY THE SWEET PRODUCTIVENESS, OF MOVING SLOWLY, BUT SURELY, THROUGH THE DAYLIGHT, THE DARKEST, FOGGIEST, COLDEST DAYS, WITH WARMTH IN MY HEART, FUN IN MY SOUL AND SHOW YOU ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I... prefer the later, experiencing an epiphany, late in my life, with the burning desire, to make it sooo!!!

I wish to be funny, silly, possibly, wise at times. Ya see, I grew up experiencing, the fire and brimstone of religion, experiencing, unexplainable goings on, that only fueled, the over active imagination of a lad. Experienced the dark side of mental illness, through a parent's quest to find peace, which he never did!!!

I have searched a lifetime for BALANCE!  I HAVE EXPERIENCED IT, IN THE LAST SIX WEEKS OUT OF 3153 WEEKS. THAT'S .019%... I WISH FOR MORE! AM I BEING TOO GREEDY I THINK NOT!!!

To achieve this I must be Me! No more imagination, running amuck in a negative way! I'm tired of being held down, in a quagmire,  life, CAN hold, for us.

I CANNOT STOP WARS, THE FOREVER UNRELENTING IDIOCRASY OF THE POLITICAL INSANE ASYLUM, RUN BY THE FEW, THE POWERFUL, THE CONTROLLERS OF OUR EVERYDAY LIVES!!!   ((("WHAT'S SADDER THAN SAD, TOO ME, MOST ARE NOT THE LEAST BIT AWARE OF THIS!!!")))

I however, wish to find, a shady spot, under a tree, and have a picnic, even an imaginary one!!!      "IMAGINE" "THAT" "IF" "YOU" "CAN!"  

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Something I wish to say...

Trying to post every day, but DAG-GONE IT, seems stuff gets in my way.. you know what I mean! The busiest time of the year is upon where I'm employed. I've been feeling much better physically, and in tune with life mentally. I've lost 40 lbs this year, and pushing myself gently, in many ways. An example is using a manual pallet jack to move skids, instead of an electric one. Numerous little things in the course of a day to burn more calories, and nudge my body into better shape. Seeing what I can still do without going overboard. I have not taken any pain pills in over six weeks. I use to take six a day.

Yesterday, man oh man... how I love, saying, or typing that word! Yes, I was a Beatles fan! Growing up in the sixties one could not help, but to be. Yesterday, I go to work a half hour early, and work over 4 hours. How did I do it? I've been pacing myself, slowing down a tad, you know! Also I've found out it's better for me to eat 5 or 6 small meals, it keeps my metabolism consistent. I have found that a 12 ounce can of regular sodas can give me the needed jolt, between the caffeine and sugar, plus helps my aches and pains. I truly believe the weight loss has affected me in an amazing manner, mentally and physically--- YEE-HAW!!!

I have been writing, but too tired to finish what I start. I must keep a steady schedule as far as sleeping, so the overtime I've been working has messed my schedule up, but in a good way, still knowing I can if needed. Also, a little extra money around Christmas, sure as hell don't hurt does it?

Since I'm updating my life, I may as well tell my friends out there, WHO are strange enough to read my whatch-a-ma-call-it, ramblings, that come out of my head, through, my fingers and somehow get to you! Is that totally amazing or what? Well not to this here young generation, but to us older ones, it be AMAZING!

Ya see how I get sidetracked there was something I was about to say, and the smell of chicken I'm cooking confused my thoughts. Well I'll just ramble a mite and see what happens. Oh yes, where I work we are in our busiest time. I'm getting one of them De-ja-what, or is it who? Oh no! Pardoon, a silly old fart, that be me! One of them dejavu moments, seems like I already wrote, "we are in our busiest times at work!"

I need to go to the bathroom and check on my chicken, now... where was I? Oh shit! Amma, I going to have to start over, Wow something sure seems, like I have been there, done that, thought that, or typed that before.

You know, OR I hope you know, I have pullling (Ah oh! One too many l's, in pulling, I think I'll leave it in! Why? Because it be my post and I can do ANYTHING, I want! Surry... I be a feelun... too good... for me breeches! Oh... never mind... I ain't wearing any! Why? I ainna, gonna, go there!)

I'm getting AWFULLY SLEEPY! I may not be able to continue and tell you something, that I keep fergetting.

OLD GLEN HAS BEEN OFFERED A POSITION ON DAYS... YEP.. WHO WOULD EVER A THUNK IT! yeah! yeah! yeah!

Well this old man, that be me! Glen has beeen doing some maintenance work on this machine, since he went to night shift, 9 years ago. Actually, it not be as GLORIOUS, as it sounds!!! I call myself the "GREASE-A-NATOR." This machine has over 300 grease points, and apparently them foools, (There goes an xtra letter again!") could not find them grease points. I made the mistake of finding them, and shooting some grease in them, and somehow found myself doing maintenance, and then, one thing led to another. Apparently that machine started sending e-mails, that it liked me, and well... before you know it, I be a fixing other things on old "Betty Lou." Yeah, that's what I call her. (YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT? SORRY, STUPID IMPRESSION OF MINE. Terminator, Grease-a-nator, it sounded much better in my head!!! )

Damn, I be a mite too windy on a Friday night! I would be doing some light maintenance work on some machinery AND... AND... taking care of the warehouse in this small company I work for. My two fav-o-rite jobs of all time, be these two positions, both I have done in the past.

I suppose this does not seem like a big deal to y'all out there, remember I be over 60 years old, in a place where they hire only young-ins. SO for an old whipper snapper like me, to be wanted, and thought of, is pretty... pretty... fucking... mind... numbing...! So I be excited, and should be starting my new position sooon. I say sooon, because these youngins they hire, have been dropping like flies after spraying RAID!!!

SO SOOON, I MAY BE BACK ON A NORMAL SCHEDULE. I ONLY HOPE I DO NOT RETURN TO WHATEVER NORMAL WAS, 9 YEARS AGO. I cannot remember 9 years ago, that be too many yesterdays for this gray haired old man to remember. I don't see any changes here on GlenView, causin I like visiting with ya, and having FUN! I'm having more fun than an old fart like me should have. AIN'T THAT A HOOT!!!      GoOd NiGhT, mY fRiEnDs! (In case you can't read my typing it says "GOOD NIGHT MY FRIENDS.)

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Away We Go!

Man... oh man... did we have a doosie... of a night, tonight, at work!!! It were plumm silly, even sillier than my posts, and you know, how silly those are! It be soo stupid. I did myself a survey out of eleven people, if I had a business, would I hire these people? Fair enough it seems since I work with them and know them well! Well now, the majority of them most assuredly would not work for me! Now two of these people are "suppose" to be bosses! I would hire them, BUT not as leaders! I like them both and are good workers BUT they need a firm hand, or a number 12 boot up their arse, from time to time.

WHOW THERE PARTNER!!! I believe that is, what a LOT O people are missing! I'm not completely sure how... it got to the madcap madness I witnessed tonight, ALTHOUGH old Glen has a heap of ideas! I start with leadership and work on down.

I've heard this old saying all me life, "can't make a silk purse out of a pigs ear!" Well shit fire that don't make no sense, OR DOES IT??? Let ol' Glen dissect this here silly ass saying a second or two. No, I reckon a silk purse, be made, out of SILK, "well dah!!!"  I never in ALL my born days, that be 61 years now, ever, heard of no purse made out of pigs ears! (TAKE MY WORD ON IT, I HAVE BEEN AROUND, SOME S-T-R-A-N-G-E PEOPLE, AND   ""AM FORCED""   TO CONTINUE TOOOOOOO!!!) I know of absolutely nothing that pigs ears are good for, even though I have seen them in pet stores as treats for dogs. My Vet. says "there not good for dogs", so I don't give mine, pigs ears!

Lets play this scenario out, I buy some pigs ears for my dog Blue, I walk in the door and Blue asks me, "what did you bring me, huh, huh?"

I say "I bought you a most lovely treat today Blue, pigs ears."

Blue says "come again, I thought I heard pig, and ears together, I'm old, please say again?"

About that time I know... I'm in the dog house! (HA, HA!) "I started to bring you a quarter pounder like I had, but I was at the store, and saw these, scrumptious looking dog ears with barbecue flavor and the saleslady told me how much her pit bull loved them so I bought you some as a treat there are 25 in this bag so here ya go Blue, knock yourself out!!!"

Blue is thinking to herself before she speaks (~!@#$%^&*()_+) Old Blue may not be as smart as Old Yeller, but she sighs, lowers her head down, goes over and lays down on her bed not looking at me.

I talk to Blue "I'm sorry Blue, I know how you love your quarter pounders, but I thought this would be better on you after all, you are a dog." (Oh shit! I think to myself, she thinks she's human!") Blue rolls over with her back to the wall and won't look at me! I'll have to make this up to her, I tell her "I'm sorry Blue, I'll give them treats to the neighbor rottweiler and I'll take you with me for a ride, at the mention of ride, Blue is out of her bed and is at the door with her leash in her mouth, and... and... we'll get a quarter pounder for you, and go to the park so you can work off your snack, hows that?" Well Blue is back in prime form now and that tail is going like... well... I reckon the only description I can rightly do justice to a dog being soo happy is a dog flapping, it's tail with happiness! YOU DOG LOVERS OUT THERE GET MY MEANING!

WELL NOW, YOU SEE THAT'S WHY I LOOVE TO COME HOME AND VISIT WITH Y'ALL AT THE END OF A HARD DAY, VENT A LITTLE, THEN MY SCRAMBLED OLD BRAIN GOES SOME WHERE'S ELSE, MY FRUSTRATION HAS DISAPPEARED, THEN I GO TO BED AND SLEEP LIKE... LIKE... LIKE OLD GLEN LIKES TO SLEEP, AS IN, HEAD HITS THE PILLOW AND ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.   Hope y'all don't mind? Goodnight my friends wherever ye be!!! Glen   (((Damn I'm one silly old fart  ain't i, oh. oh. oh am i still typing!))))
"I buried my dog Aussie Blue, an Australian Cattle Dog a year ago, I miss her deeply!"

Monday, November 12, 2012

Lollygagging

Is that a word, or what? I know lollipop, I like them lollipops, um, um, good!

LOLLYGAGGING, to waste time in trifling or aimless activity; fool around. Well now, that lollygagging sure goes on where I work! I have found me a new word to describe them lazy ones. They be lollygaggers, on my goodness that so fits them to a tee!

Sounds like what a Pirate Captain might call his men, "you lollygaggers there, quit drinking that rum and fooling around with them women!"

Voice inside my head, "not that kind of fooling around you Dodo bird!"

So then that be them "FOOLS" as in crazy fools who ain't worth a shit for nothing! Now that be right down my alley, I could write a book about the crazy, lazy, lollygagging, fools I have worked with in my lifetime of factory employment, let alone, the lollygagging fools that I come into contact with in my daily activities, let alone the fools, fools, fools, fools.... never mind... sometimes... I do get carried away! But there be a heap O fools out there!

I'm going to look up lolly.There be no lolly, but there be loll, which means to lean or lounge about lazily. Yep, that certainly fits some I know! Definition number two is, to hang loosely; droop [the camel's tongue lolled out] -- vt. to let hang loosely. OH MY! Seems this number two definition, done went and opened a new can o worms! (As you see when Glen gets confused, which is a heap, I regress to words and sayings, I feel most comfortable with!)

Let's try the word in the dictionary above loll, "and the winner is," loiter. Loiter, is to spend time idly; linger. Definition number two, is to move slowly and idly. Hey we're back in business with the ones I work with and know most about, I've heard them called loafers. Why in the hell did I bring another dang word in like loafers. Loafer simply means to loaf. I hope I clarified that enough for ya!

Mr. Dic T Ionary also says "Loafer, one who loafs," "see told you" idler. [Ger. landlaufer, a vagabond] YOU SEE WHY NOW I USE MY OWN WORDS, ONCE I GET STARTED IN THE DICTIONARY, I GO ROUND IN CIRCLES AND GET NUTTIER THAN A FRUITCAKE!!!

Well now... since I been lollygagging, spending time on aimless activity, fooling around, I may as well go up one more word, since this post is already lost and gone down the toilet!

Loincloth, (I never know when to stop,) a cloth worn about the loins, (That actually makes sense!)
Loin, the hips and the lower abdomen regarded as the region of strength.

Well now, this post has most certainly taken some interesting turns, twists and lolls! I'm thinking about recapping what I have screwed
up, or should I just put a lid on it and say goodnight, but noo, I cannot put a lid on it. I must recap so I can recoup a tiny sliver of credibility. (Yeah right! That went down the crapper a long time ago!)

We have "lollipop," "lollygaggers," aimless activity, yep, know that all too well! "Fooling around," and "fools." "HEAP O FOOLS," hallelujah to that!!! "Lolly" becomes "loll," to hang loosely. "Loiter," "loafers" "landlaufer" "fruitcake." I'M TOTALLY LOST!!! "Loincloth," "loin."

Me brain is lying outside my ears, would that be considered loll, hanging loosely?

OH! OH! I GET IT NOW! WHEN MEN ARE YOUNG THEY THINK THROUGH THEIR... LOLL YOU KNOW!

AS THE LOLL AGES AND GETS USED UP, THEY LEARN TO THINK THROUGH THEIR BRAIN BECAUSE THEIR LOLL IS IN A PERPETUAL STATE OF LOLL.

Damn if this wasn't a waste of time! Me fooling around, nuttier than a fruitcake, showing my lack of strength! But damn it were fun! I like being in a fun, silly mood! It be so much better on me, and if you find ANYONE sillier than me, "I PITY THAT FOOL!!!"

Saturday, November 10, 2012

THE BIG ROLLER

You know what the best feeling of the week is for old Glen? Think real hard!

Give up? Getting off work on Friday night, I hear a band playing as I walk out that door, fireworks in the sky, and if I was tired or limping from working overtime, like tonight. I step about five paces outside the door and step on the green green grass, I find myself almost home. I take in an over abundance of crisp refreshing air, of the early morn, as in 5 AM. It be so fine, and it be all mine! T. G. I. F. Yesterday , no, no, it was the day before, to be exact, Thursday around 2 AM. I left the plant where the heat dries me nose and sinus cavities out. The first step outside was like the fine mist, around a shower's head, the air was that laden with moisture. I like it, no I loved it! Old Glen fills his lungs with that, beautiful air, gosh darn it, made me feel right good! I apologize... sometimes.. it does not take much for me! Them peaceful, easy, feelings just ring my bell sometimes! Humm, I thought, I may see some snowflakes, it's suppose to get close to freezing. So I mosey on up the interstate in my old work truck, oopsey, I know have a new truck, anyhow, by the time I return to the plant the fog has ambled on in, and although, a mite eery to some, that moisture in the air, was like running a spray nozzle through me head, and coming out me ears!  ((( Yes I wrota what you reada, member now this be Glen View, not The Evening News!)))  It was a cold fog I'm a telling ya, since it be close to freezing! You see EVERY early AM, I'm talking after midnight, to daylight, is different. You have to see it, feel it, observe it, well just take an old fart's word for it, JUST IS!!!

Damn! Did I get sideswiped again? I started out talking about getting off work, you know the T. G. I. F. thing, good stuff, better than drugs, fried chicken, steaks and sex! Okay! Okay! Okay! I'm lying a tad, but you get my point, I HOPE!

Getting off work after 10 hours, and not feeling like one of them big asphalt rollers, has rolled you into the pavement is GREAT! Somehow, for about a month my old body seems to have turned back time! I was rather sick before, and just fed up with feeling that way!

Earlier in the year I began eating better, have lost some weight, but did not seem to be feeling the benefits. Well let me tell ya! After being sick for a couple weeks, and getting back on my feet literally, the mind set Is different, I don't mean different, I mean DIFFERENT!!!

SO I HOPE I BE ON A ROLL, AND NOT ROLLED DOWN BY THAT BIG ASS ASS-PHALT ROLLER OF LIFE! YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN, I'M SURE OF THAT!!!!   GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS...... Glen

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Teflon Man

Well let's see what be on old Glen's brain today. I got up, went to work, came home, ate some chicken and deviled eggs, feed the dog, took my meds, and know I'm typing this. Rather easy to write about my day, so I reckon I'll be telling you goodnight.

Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha! Ain't nuthin to this here riting stuf! Man! I should of started earlier than 58! Just say what's on your mind, don't worry about spelling, or all the other proper things... I nerver knew anyhow, whew doggie, I feel sillier than Granny on the Beverly Hillbillies show, after a quart of moonshine. Y'all do know what moonshine is, don't ya? No! No! No! It ainna showing some one the shine on your buttocks, as my hero Forrest Gump would say! You know, dropping yer breeches, showing some one your arse! Moonshine be hard liquor, it'll tickle your innards all the way down, and make you holler "yee-haw"! It be so powerful you can run your pick up truck on it.

Damn, this post went by the wayside awfully fast! Just like... I like it! I been in a right nice mood, nye onto 30 days now. Don't know why don't care, I'LL take it. The only thing I can wrap my mind around is, it is the side effect of the medicine I took while sick, awhilst back. (PLEASE DON'T PAY NO ATTENTION TO PROPERNESS! I feel like letting 'er rip!!!

I did have one bad moment about a week ago. I started getting madd, yep... hard to believe ain't it? I figured out a solution to a work problem, and made some changes at another plant of arn. (ours) Anyway's after some hard work, and hard thinkin on my part, somebody went and screwed it up! (You just knew... I was going to say fucked it up didn't ya?) Dad burn it... I reckon... I did say "fucked it up after all"! Shit! Here I been trying to stop cussing, damn it!!!! OOPSEY, big time, I best mooove on!

Old Glen was getting per-turd-ed. (That spelling seems to fit my meaning better!) Yep! I thought I was going to blow my new found peace! I had to vent me a little steam. Yes I did! I found myself talking to myself. (I know! I know! Hard to believe!) Then, I say... THEN... I remembered some good news I had about where's I work. I said "jump back devil get away from ME!" I stop at one of my fav Convenient Stores on the way back from my delivery. I delivered me some cashews and a diet coke zero into me belly. Um, um, had to make sure my venting was over, ya see!

There has been more occasions where I use to, would of blown a fuse. I be, TIRED of that crap! I gotta roll with the punches, like water off a ducks back, become... the 'Teflon Man'! That every day fricking crappola, ainna gonna stick, if you don't let it stick! So I say here and 'Now' to the world, after 61 years young "you devils get back, and outta my way! No more pulling my rope to release steam!"

A LITTLE SILLINESS BEFORE BEDTIME. I DO HAVE SOME   "REAL"  GOOOD NEWS, BUT YOU'LL HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL IT'S OFFICIAL. yEr FaVoRiTe SiLlY fRiEnD....ME!

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

I... Interview... Me!

GLENVIEW APPROACHES 500 POSTS, WHO WOULD EVER, A THUNK IT?

ATTENTION, PLEASE KEEP IN MIND AT ALL TIMES, I AM ME! NO TELLING WHERE THIS IS GOING TO GO, AS I ALWAYS FLY BY THE SEAT OF MY PANTS!

INTERVIEWER, "Mr Glen View, please describe to your faithful fellow bloggers how it feels to be approaching such a milestone."

GLEN, "Have mercy, I cannot believe, my wittle brain had so many words in it, where these posts come from I don't know! I have thought much about where so much silliness could come from. I reckon meandering lost spirits are paying me nightly visits OR them lost souls that an old fart like me works with, penetrates my psyche or psycho brain. Sometimes, I close my eyes at the end of the day, take a few deep breaths and shit happens!"

INTERVIEWER, "So your saying to the world, you plan nothing?"

GLEN, "Nope, silliness can't be planned it just happens, it's un-or-che-strate-able, it be so natural, for me! Must be in my genes, or jeans. That particular phrase, always has confused me! Of course, don't take much to confuse me. Genes and jeans sounds, pert near the same to me. You must remember, I began life confused. I've always been somewhat off in the hearing department, or one of my senses, has always been challenged. It used to be "called hard of hearing" or "partially deaf." I reckon the current modern lingo is "somewhat challenged." This challenged word is thrown around so much today, most days I feel totally and completely retardo challenged! When I was young we used simpler more down to earth names like deaf, dumb or blind, or I like to visualize the little statue of the three monkeys, hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil. Ain't that just the cutest little thing you've ever seen, every time I see them three monkeys I smile. So I may be a mite slack in one of the three senses, I still get 'er done!"

INTERVIEWER, "You do know, we have more than three senses, Glen!"

GLEN, "What most people I come into contact with on my daily escapades in lunaticism, ainna got one lick o sense! How many senses do we have?"

INTERVIEWER "I'm asking the questions not you!"

GLEN "Sounds to me like you don't know!"

INTERVIEWER "This question and answer session is all about you and your most uncanny ability in the writing of silliness, these are our senses, sight, hearing, smell. taste, touch."

GLEN, "What about having sex, isn't that a sense?"

INTERVIEWER, [ thinking to self ] (Damn what am I interviewing a moron?) "That would fall under touch!"

GLEN, "I do a lot more than that! My old heart get's to pounding and my"

INTERVIEWER CUTS GLEN OFF RIGHT THERE SAYING, "That's quite enough, we'll stop right there and move on!" [ thinking ] (Crazy &@#$er!)

INTERVIEWER, "There is what is referred to as a sixth sense, like premonition."

GLEN, "I've heard the saying "they don't have a lick o sense," what sense are they talking about?"

INTERVIEWER, "No, no, no! That's not even a sense! They be meaning that person has no common sense!"

GLEN, "Then there is more than five senses!"

INTERVIEWER, "I can see I'm getting no where talking to a !@#$%^&*() lame brain silly ass challenged, deaf, dumb, and blind !@#$%^&*( NEVER MIND!!!"

Saturday, November 3, 2012

To be or not to be. What?

To be or not to be. I've heard these words some where? My friend a wise old owl, with the nickname Ah Clem, most assuredly 'wise' does not come to mind after Ah Clem, does it? He likes some old writer by the name William Shake something or the other. He's not like me, a poor boy from the hills and hollers or should I clarify by saying boondocks! This William feller wrote plays and stuff a long time ago. If he ain't wrote a successful screenplay or writes for these modern 'Reality' shows no body's heard of him today.

Just look how modern technology has improved us. W. S. wrote plays for theatres where only a few hundred would watch. Now, by golly, we can beam them signals off satellites and millions, upon millions, can watch them real, reality shows. See how technology has improved our lives, "unbelievable!!! I must say!!!"

To be or not to be? That be my question! Whether it is nobler, to be serious, or so much more fun, to be silly! Well, I don't know about y'all, out there in the real REALITY WORLD! """"I'm feed up with this serious shit!"""

Answer me this? If yer all serious, all day, every day, work yer ass off, feel the pains of the world, and every person you come into contact with, let us not forget, "listening to your boss!" UWE! Aren't we a tad drained at bedtime, we fall into the bed dead tired, but sleep doesn't come! Nooo, you know why you can't sleep? Of course you do! Don't you lie to Professor A. Fraud! That tired body hits the bed and the bed feels so snugly comforting, then.... all them pains of the world hits you, like a Mack Truck, spinning one of them wheel of fortune flapping waiting, waiting to see what pain it stops on! Your mind's opened a portal into hell! You know what I'm a saying! Don't you lie to Professor A. Fraud! So tell me what feeling all that discombobulating energy be doing to ya? It fucking fries them synapses baby, AND when you fry all them synapses, you become like all them brainless nincapoops you see every day!

OR YOU CAN WRITE SILLY ASS SHIT LIKE ME EVERY NIGHT, AND SLEEP LIKE A BABY YER CALL!

KIND OF A SHORT POST TONIGHT, BUT THAT'S ALL THAT'S ON MY MIND. I HAD ANOTHER GOOD WEEK, AT WORK AND EVERYTHING.... DO YOU BELIEVE THAT? I HAVE SOME REALLY GOOD NEWS COMING UP. THIS STUPOR I'VE BEEN IN JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER! PLEASE STAY TUNE FOR MORE ADVENTURES OF "THE OLD MAN IN A STUPOR DRIVES A FORK LIFT."

Friday, November 2, 2012

Late Halloween Post!

Test! Test! Test! Are you sure you're in the right place? Ah, ha, ha, ha, a little GlenView humor there, in case you wasn't sure where ye be! Well come on down! Have a seat, oh, never mine, you're most likely already sitting! Hey, it takes me a while to stir up a thought, I'm getting old and work the graveyard shift. I wonder, ah oh, a synapse may be firing! I wonder why, they call it the graveyard shift?

I must ponder for a second............ We all know what a graveyard is! Shift, is to shift gears, like on my old Ranger 5 speed, or gears on my work truck.

I'm always a day late and ten dollars short! I should of wrote about this a day or two earlier, before Halloween! So if we have a graveyard that shifts gears, what in hell does that tell us? Is them you know, I just can say it, are they boogying, as in dancing to the graveyard shuffle? Oh my! It's another fine mess I find myself in! Let me see if I can write my way out of it.

I see mighty strange bodies/aliens/ghost/etc. Oh my! You don't reckon them ones parked on the outside ring of the graveyard, in their non-wheels, that take you, for the last ride of your life, take turns, and are out among us? Who in this world would even think up such a lame brain idea?????

"Hello it's me, I've been right here for the longest time." (What was that all about? Don't you just hate when a few words of old songs pop into your head?)

Hey! Laugh if you will! (Actually I hope you at least grin, come on, you can do it!) That's why I'm writing my Halloweenie story late. Man, when you're having fun, or been in a drunken stupor for three weeks, like me, TIME FLIES!!!

I had some kind of thought I was about to make, before that fricking song fricked me up!

Something about people, lets recap to recapture, ohh that's what recap means to recapture what was lost. Did you know that?

Test, thought, sit, graveyard shift. I went back and read this post, damn if I know what I'm talking about!

I see people out late at night, I'm talking after midnight till daylight. Spooky... I'd imagine! Sometimes, I have trouble with my bifocals focusing properly, so I don't like to really, get a good, truly focused look, because what I'm seeing scares me already! You know what I'm saying!

I know why they call them Convenient Stores. They make them Convenient Stores every where, so them Night Walkers will come.

Now that I'm thinking, why is it that all them delivery trucks, deliver at night? Think about that! There's probably be a back room, no, no, no I just hit the mother lode! Graveyard, basements, under the local Convenient Stores, can't you see the connection here. Supplies for the underground, Night Walkers. Man oh man, am I on a roll!

I have a heap of synapses firing now, it looks like Fourth Of July night at the fireworks show!


A NEW THOUGHT JUST SURFACED, DAH, DON'T I FEEL SILLY!!!

Graveyard shift, maybe that means, after dark! HUH! HUH! HUH! SORRRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Still a Rambling!

Can't believe it's November already! June, July and August produced record temperatures well over 100 degrees and low humidity, here in the Heartland, most or should I say 'moist' unusual. Wind and cooler weather is giving us a tad of what lies ahead, brrrrr. Ah, I'm not acting like a wuss yet, but when it gets down in the teens or lower with that cold north western wind howling, the Bear instinct takes over.

Funny note here, when I was in my twenties a few years back. I'm not a easy wake up kind of person, now keep that in mind. Back then I had long hair and have had a beard for longer than I can count. A friend of my wife was over at our house with her boyfriend, who happen to catch a glimpse of me from the living room as I just woke up going to the kitchen. Hell I didn't know we had company, wouldn't matter anyhow to me. I sure as hell ain't going to get all prepped up! It be my house you see! Apparently, I made a lasting impression on this guy! He told our friend "I would not like to come upon him in a dark alley, he looks mean enough to go bear hunting with a switchblade!" Is that funny or what?

I'll try to get back on track but y'all that read me blog know, I don't run on no track, and that's how I like it. I like to write as if we're having a conversation. I personally think that's when I'm at my best and I wish to come across as if we're sitting by a cozy fireplace, sipping hot chocolate just friends, talking about anything and everything. (Correction No Politics.) A friend and I was talking at work tonight, he was working, I was off, I mean off the clock having a pleasant conversation. Friends you can talk to I mean truly have a two way intelligent conversation is so delightful. There is nothing I enjoy more!

One of MANY things I hate about the inevitable, unstoppable, aging process is, feeling out of place in your own world. Music, clothing EVERYTHING, I don't understand, anymore! Believe old Glen here when I say I live a laid back simple life as possible. I work while people sleep, I'm out and about making deliveries after midnight. The world sings a different tune, and I have gotten use to that song. Just yesterday I took one of my vehicles in for service during the morning rush. UWE, UWE UWE!!! I reckon I have worked the graveyard shift too long, me blood pressure was telling me, "what the hell is a matter with ya, you stupid old fart, your normally snoring bout now!" I no longer wish to fit into the hurry up and wait world of Waldo Hector Going-no-where! I've been there, done that, don't need, nor want, no more!!!

Old Glennie wants to dance to his own tune. I must work, and like to work. I feel better, sleep better.

Oh it's more than the feeling out of place, old habits die hard, don't they? Seeing ones giving less than their best, just... frost my balls! It is a sign of the times, I see it deteriorating and must let go, who gives a rat's ass! I'm getting to old, that devil has been exorcised for good HOPEFULLY!

My body has died at sea, that I can see! I wish for calm southerly breezes to guide me. I can no longer do the physical needs necessary to man my ship. My hobby so late in my life is to write whatever is in my mind. (Lordy Lordy!) My ship has modern upgrades with computers and little robot sailors manning (roboting) for me. I want to sit back, drink ice tea and take this new hobby of mine, as far as I can go. In doing so I will show you every piece of the puzzle along the journey. One can only write about what they know about, AND THAT MY DEAR FRIENDS I WISH TO DO MY WAY1 Thank you goodnight Glen.