It has been so fricking cold, I think my brain might be froze up! It's not a fit night out, for man nor beast! Even the Abominable Snowman is curled up somewhere, riding out the winter! My feet are so cold, I'm sitting with them over the heat register. My old arthritic fingers fail to work. The thinning hairs on my head are shaking! That's cold baby!!! Even down south is having one hell of a time. Ain't that right my friend, on the peninsula. Hope them oranges don't freeze! I tell my dog to go outside and he looks at me like . . . "your kiddin', right?" I push his little ass out, and tell "him make it quick!" When the snow was on, it's mostly melted now, although I don't hardly know how. Over the weekend we had a high of 40 degrees on Sunday, in between Siberian blast. It melted some. Anyway when the snow was on and the 0 degree weather was upon us, my dog would go outside for just a minute, and would come back to the door holding up one front paw, that's how bad it was. I stay at the door waiting for him. Any way the hell with the weather! I'm so fricking over it I could just?????
I hate to drive my work truck anymore! I had to drive it, a lot the past few weeks, and that's way too much for me! A week ago I had to drive in terrible conditions, one hell of a snowstorm, the very next night it was below zero, again ol' Pop was out deliverin'. I don't a, wanna, do . . . no damn deliverin', in this type a weather. I don't even wanna drive the damn truck. That be for them young ones! How do I get through to my Bossy? Maybe, if she found me frozen in my truck, she'd understand! Ya see, nothing", I mean n-o-t-h-i-n-g . . . works right in fricking, below 0 weather! I've been home 45 minutes, me fingers, are still fricking cold! I'll finish this post later, I'mma, gonna, get my blanket and watch That 70's Show, I'll be back in an hour, but you won't know that will ya?
I'm still cold! I fixed me some fried taters and eggs, with a glass o milk, um, um, good! Now what were I complainin' 'bout? Ya can't hep it, when . . . . . yer cold! Them Siberians may be use ta this frozen shit! We here ain't! I'd like to send them some 90 degree weather with high humidity to pay them back! Ah! oh! I'm getting evil!
Let me change the subject. I'll talk about work other than me, driving the fricking truck! Talking and thinkin' 'bout work, usually gets me riled up, maybe, just maybe, if I'm lucky, I can raise my blood pressure, and get warm! Don't want to get too carried away though! We've been through a couple years of management/leadership crisis, here's on the graveyard shift. Hell 'ain't no wonderin'. Who in their right mind be a wanting to work the graveyard shift? Oh! I work the graveyard shift . . . never mind! It be a bunch o dead, people a comin' from them temporary work agencies. Yep they come in, don't appear to be the cream of the crop, if ya know what, I'm a sayin'.
Enough talkin' 'bout them agencies, they can't hep it, if all them childhood vaccinations, chlorinated water and sodie pop they been drinkin'. Let alone all them good ol' Doctorin prescribed drugs from them Cure Ya All, Pill Makers! Oh yeah! Have you really paid any attention to them Pill Poppers Commercials? Them wonder pills, can cure anything! Erectile Dysfuntion, man they got more pills available today, than you can add up! Pharma-cure-it all, OR Natural. Oh yeah! If ya be feeling a mite blue today, try them reuptake serotonin pills. They'll re up ya, and take yer money away! Got the Gout, take this here pill, and presto be gone! Have a headache from yer spouse, or my fav, yer bosses at work, take a little trip and never leave yer farm! Have the crappolas, take some of this real good super shits stopper, and you'll not visit the crapper for a week. If ya can't go, take this here loose o matic pill, caution, be sittin' on the crapper before taking!
Oh my God! What have I done? Have a cold, sinus congestion? Take a couple of these here pills, and we recommend this here, rooter-rootering, thing a ma jig, to put on a drill. and presto , rooter them sinus cavities clean, all the way to your brain. Another caution though! Don't treat it like you do your ear swabs! Instead of poking, turning, until you hit pay dirt, I mean that clump of ear wax. Man after I strike it rich, and pull out that wax, I go, yee-haw! Please be careful as you approach your brain! People have on occasion removed a few live, brain cells. When you do this You may become one of the thirty five million, that rely on one of them new wonder drugs the Pharmas sell!
Oh my! I could go on, and on 'bout these drugs of today! Don't we live in the best of times, and the worst of times? Ya know, that sounds familiar!!! THAT SURE WAS FUN!!!!!!
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Flying Dream, Analysis
My dreams are so much more than anything, in life. That statement in itself, is most interesting! Maybe a bit of "I'll take you there!" If I can't get what I need in the daily grind, at least I can experience what I need in my dreams. (Sounds kinda, like reading a good book!)
Once upon a time I enjoyed fishing, something held over from childhood! A way, to get away, relax, not a care in the world. Has nothing to do with fishing, just away and free. I grew tired, of the evidence of humans, leaving their trash and such. It was no longer a boy, and his dog.
The first remembrance of the last dream, was me at the ol' fishin' hole. My favorite place to enjoy nature, and maybe catch a fish or two. I never kept them, it was just the experience. I reel my pole in and a wadded up chunk of fishing line, some one had left behind, irked the hell out of me. I get up and take a walk along the bank of the river and through a field of tall beautiful green grass ready for the first cutting of the season, swirling in the strong summer breeze. The feeling of complete contentment floods my soul. The warmth of the sun, the wind caressing my face, I close my eyes. I take off running at full speed, I'm being lifted up, my arms are now wings carrying me, I'm a bird rising slowly above the field. The view so strikingly different, from my new perspective. My arms, now wings, lift me. I feel every feather, every cell of my new body, the sensation is amazing, my gigantic wings soar, lifting me higher and higher. I move effortlessly, using the wind and my beautiful new wings. I was a giant hawk with a human brain, an experience like non other in dreamland!
I wish to get out of this clearing. For the first time I realize these are not the trees I looked upon as I began my walk. These trees are mighty redwoods in their height, but strange massive limbs shooting out like an old oak tree. There are no leaves on these trees and the braches are the color of sycamore trees. They seem to be growing higher as I pick up the necessary altitude to clear them. I wish to soar beyond this meadow and experience other parts of my new world from high. The trees are challenging me, trying to keep the man/hawk within the boundaries of the meadow. I struggle and finally clear strange trees. I'm up high above all, looking at the farmland and the fenced fields, so breathtaking, something I've never witnessed before. How could I? I've just grown my wings. I glide about, taking it all in. I fly close to several of the old fashion barns, in the barn lots were humans, so much larger than normal, perhaps 25 times their normal size! Remember now, I'm a hawk the sixe of a man, with a hell of a wing span. The humans are the stock, penned as farm animals.
It's at this time I wake up.
TO FLY ABOVE OUR WORLD, SHOWS A NEW PERSPECTIVE. WE'RE ALL ANIMALS IN A BARN LOT, RAISED TO MAKE MONEY FROM, TO BE LEAD AROUND, AS THE 2,000 POUND BULL, UNDER CONTROL, WITH MERELY A RING THROUGH IT'S NOSE!
Whow-wee! I just bet ya, without that ring through his nose, he would be a hand full, heah? GLEN
Once upon a time I enjoyed fishing, something held over from childhood! A way, to get away, relax, not a care in the world. Has nothing to do with fishing, just away and free. I grew tired, of the evidence of humans, leaving their trash and such. It was no longer a boy, and his dog.
The first remembrance of the last dream, was me at the ol' fishin' hole. My favorite place to enjoy nature, and maybe catch a fish or two. I never kept them, it was just the experience. I reel my pole in and a wadded up chunk of fishing line, some one had left behind, irked the hell out of me. I get up and take a walk along the bank of the river and through a field of tall beautiful green grass ready for the first cutting of the season, swirling in the strong summer breeze. The feeling of complete contentment floods my soul. The warmth of the sun, the wind caressing my face, I close my eyes. I take off running at full speed, I'm being lifted up, my arms are now wings carrying me, I'm a bird rising slowly above the field. The view so strikingly different, from my new perspective. My arms, now wings, lift me. I feel every feather, every cell of my new body, the sensation is amazing, my gigantic wings soar, lifting me higher and higher. I move effortlessly, using the wind and my beautiful new wings. I was a giant hawk with a human brain, an experience like non other in dreamland!
I wish to get out of this clearing. For the first time I realize these are not the trees I looked upon as I began my walk. These trees are mighty redwoods in their height, but strange massive limbs shooting out like an old oak tree. There are no leaves on these trees and the braches are the color of sycamore trees. They seem to be growing higher as I pick up the necessary altitude to clear them. I wish to soar beyond this meadow and experience other parts of my new world from high. The trees are challenging me, trying to keep the man/hawk within the boundaries of the meadow. I struggle and finally clear strange trees. I'm up high above all, looking at the farmland and the fenced fields, so breathtaking, something I've never witnessed before. How could I? I've just grown my wings. I glide about, taking it all in. I fly close to several of the old fashion barns, in the barn lots were humans, so much larger than normal, perhaps 25 times their normal size! Remember now, I'm a hawk the sixe of a man, with a hell of a wing span. The humans are the stock, penned as farm animals.
It's at this time I wake up.
TO FLY ABOVE OUR WORLD, SHOWS A NEW PERSPECTIVE. WE'RE ALL ANIMALS IN A BARN LOT, RAISED TO MAKE MONEY FROM, TO BE LEAD AROUND, AS THE 2,000 POUND BULL, UNDER CONTROL, WITH MERELY A RING THROUGH IT'S NOSE!
Whow-wee! I just bet ya, without that ring through his nose, he would be a hand full, heah? GLEN
Saturday, January 25, 2014
THE WALLS COME CRUMBLING DOWN
I HAVE BEEN GOING BACK THROUGH, SOME OF MY OLD, UNPUBLISHED POSTS. HOPE, YOU LIKE IT, BECAUSE I DO!
There is an underground cesspool, called The Fun Factory. Elected representatives of the people indulge, paid for by a secret society. Wives are pampered like Royalty, their children play with the latest electronic-gizmos before they go on the market. Deep underground, lies The Den of Sin, where billion dollar deals are carved by, The Elected Ones. The Den is real, here fantasy becomes reality. Here the last thread of decency is purged. These representatives, represent the biding of the much darker ones. These Darker Ones, pay Greedy Ones, to keep themselves seemingly clean. "These Powers That Are" are, everywhere. They're the Ones behind every aspect of your everyday lives, we don't even, know it. T.P.T.A., have always been! Why? Because they know . . . they can! Once you give yourself to The Fun Factory you are . . . THEM!
It takes, no drugs to induce mortals. It merely takes the oldest form of pleasure, known to man, along with greed. In The Fun Factory, your deepest darkest thoughts . . . become reality! Seems everyone succumbs, to The Fun Factory, it's only, a matter of time. Everyone except I. M. Justus. (Ian Michael Justus)
The Factory has always been known, behind closed doors. In today's world of information at your fingertips, it's rumored as truth, thanks to the Internet. It spreads like wildfire! I. M. Justus. demands, it gone! A rally by the people, protest, such a dastardly place. They've finally . . . had enough. Two hundred thousand strong show up! The speaker is, I. M. Justus. He is called Mr. Justice, by the people. Banners, signs read, Just Us, will take back our . . . country. The massive crowd will take control, their mission, tear down, the walls, of The Fun Factory. By this time everyone knew, all the hidden, secret, side, backdoor, underground entrances from private offices. They converge to these entrances. Thousands, stand mightily, outside, while thousands go inside, to ferret out, the vermin. It was a fine day for they found, many Roosters, to fry, pictures go out instantaneously, around the world. It was just not our elected officials, but powerfully big Cock-a-doodled-do's from around the world, caught with their cocks, in many places!
The whole planet lie witness, as it happens. No military, no police, no one . . . could imagine, anything like this happening, if they did try, to stop it, it would be seen live, around the globe. After the rats, are paraded around, the world watches, the brick by brick walls, come crumbling down! Watched live, around the world. It's a victory, for WE, the common people!
The vermin rarely, are seen again. Elected officials that remain, realize, times they are a changing. New blood, with fresh outlook, are now in The City. Iowa is the new capital. The HEART of America, where corn's planted, not evil! A tidal wave has swept away, the old ways, building a fresh, beginning, led by I. M. Justus and all of US around the new world!.
There is an underground cesspool, called The Fun Factory. Elected representatives of the people indulge, paid for by a secret society. Wives are pampered like Royalty, their children play with the latest electronic-gizmos before they go on the market. Deep underground, lies The Den of Sin, where billion dollar deals are carved by, The Elected Ones. The Den is real, here fantasy becomes reality. Here the last thread of decency is purged. These representatives, represent the biding of the much darker ones. These Darker Ones, pay Greedy Ones, to keep themselves seemingly clean. "These Powers That Are" are, everywhere. They're the Ones behind every aspect of your everyday lives, we don't even, know it. T.P.T.A., have always been! Why? Because they know . . . they can! Once you give yourself to The Fun Factory you are . . . THEM!
It takes, no drugs to induce mortals. It merely takes the oldest form of pleasure, known to man, along with greed. In The Fun Factory, your deepest darkest thoughts . . . become reality! Seems everyone succumbs, to The Fun Factory, it's only, a matter of time. Everyone except I. M. Justus. (Ian Michael Justus)
The Factory has always been known, behind closed doors. In today's world of information at your fingertips, it's rumored as truth, thanks to the Internet. It spreads like wildfire! I. M. Justus. demands, it gone! A rally by the people, protest, such a dastardly place. They've finally . . . had enough. Two hundred thousand strong show up! The speaker is, I. M. Justus. He is called Mr. Justice, by the people. Banners, signs read, Just Us, will take back our . . . country. The massive crowd will take control, their mission, tear down, the walls, of The Fun Factory. By this time everyone knew, all the hidden, secret, side, backdoor, underground entrances from private offices. They converge to these entrances. Thousands, stand mightily, outside, while thousands go inside, to ferret out, the vermin. It was a fine day for they found, many Roosters, to fry, pictures go out instantaneously, around the world. It was just not our elected officials, but powerfully big Cock-a-doodled-do's from around the world, caught with their cocks, in many places!
The whole planet lie witness, as it happens. No military, no police, no one . . . could imagine, anything like this happening, if they did try, to stop it, it would be seen live, around the globe. After the rats, are paraded around, the world watches, the brick by brick walls, come crumbling down! Watched live, around the world. It's a victory, for WE, the common people!
The vermin rarely, are seen again. Elected officials that remain, realize, times they are a changing. New blood, with fresh outlook, are now in The City. Iowa is the new capital. The HEART of America, where corn's planted, not evil! A tidal wave has swept away, the old ways, building a fresh, beginning, led by I. M. Justus and all of US around the new world!.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
RESPONSIBILITY
This is what, I have on my mind, the last few days. What does the word responsibility mean to you? That word in itself seems to carry more than a lot of letters. Sure enough, and many syllables for this country boy!
Why is this word stuck in my brain, like a song you can't get out. I associate this word with, rules, work ethics, having mature grown up qualities. Responsibility is not assigned to adults as they turn 18 years old. Nothing magical like happens at that age that makes one an adult. You do not wake up on that day and feel any different than the day before. The law may say you're an adult. you may be able to vote, drink, die for your country, but does responsibility take hold and guide you for the rest of your life?
Sure it does you can go out and get drunk, are you being responsible. You, and your Buds, go celebrate and wrap a car around a tree. Is that responsibility?
This is a true story. I knew a guy (I'll call him Guy for reference.) who spent time in prison. He was a paramedic for the Fire Department who killed his best friend. His best friend also a paramedic. Both left the bar in different vehicles. His friend was on a motorcycle. The friend stopped at a stop sign at night after leaving the bar, and had his lights off. Guy came the same way but failed to stop at the stop sign, running over his best friend. Such a sad, tragic turn of events wouldn't you say?
How would responsibility have altered this event? Firemen and Paramedics should know better right? Of course! Lack of responsibility does not come more personal than this! Two lives shattered, in their early twenty's, one dead, one sent to prison for manslaughter . . . of his best friend!
Guy told me his story 21 years ago as I drove him home. His drivers license at that time had not been reinstated. I doubt he'll ever drive again. He lost his friend, spent time in prison and he's wife was divorcing him at the time I knew him. One hell of a nice guy, was Guy. Instead of a solid future he was devastated and will live with the responsibility, or lack of, that night. He must live carrying inside the responsibility of his actions. The last time I talked to him he was heading back upstate to live and work for his parents, who own a restaurant.
He paid the state for his actions and will hold himself accountable the rest of his life.
This little story I have completely forgotten, until I sat down, and started this post. I find this eerily amazing, because I have not thought of him but maybe a few times after he went back upstate, that would of been 1993. I had no idea this word would take me there. I find it good and bad. Good to be reminded of him, but sad to relive what he told me.
Responsibility in my opinion is an unknown word in todays vocabulary. I see the lack there of, too often. I know not why, but am deeply saddened by it. I think I'll end this post on that note.
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OPINION
THIS POST HAS THROWN ME A CUREVBALL. RESPONSIBILITY, IS A LEARNED TRAIT! ACCEPTING ACCOUNTABILITY OF ONE'S ACTIONS, IS DISAPPEARING. LAWS CANNOT LEGISLATE MORALS, VALUES, RESPONSIBILITY, THAT SHOULD BE ACQUIRED BY ADULTHOOD. AGE CARRIES NO VALUE IN THIS EQUATION. LEADERS, MANAGERS, EVERYONE WHO CARRIES RESPONSIBILITY, OWES IT TO BE FAIRLY, CARRIED OUT! THAT'S WHERE THE PROBLEM LIES. IRRESPONSIBILITY, IS TOO EASY, AND SO MUCH LESS BURDENSOME. RESPONSIBILITY . . . ONLY IN MY DREAMS BABY!!! Glen,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Why is this word stuck in my brain, like a song you can't get out. I associate this word with, rules, work ethics, having mature grown up qualities. Responsibility is not assigned to adults as they turn 18 years old. Nothing magical like happens at that age that makes one an adult. You do not wake up on that day and feel any different than the day before. The law may say you're an adult. you may be able to vote, drink, die for your country, but does responsibility take hold and guide you for the rest of your life?
Sure it does you can go out and get drunk, are you being responsible. You, and your Buds, go celebrate and wrap a car around a tree. Is that responsibility?
This is a true story. I knew a guy (I'll call him Guy for reference.) who spent time in prison. He was a paramedic for the Fire Department who killed his best friend. His best friend also a paramedic. Both left the bar in different vehicles. His friend was on a motorcycle. The friend stopped at a stop sign at night after leaving the bar, and had his lights off. Guy came the same way but failed to stop at the stop sign, running over his best friend. Such a sad, tragic turn of events wouldn't you say?
How would responsibility have altered this event? Firemen and Paramedics should know better right? Of course! Lack of responsibility does not come more personal than this! Two lives shattered, in their early twenty's, one dead, one sent to prison for manslaughter . . . of his best friend!
Guy told me his story 21 years ago as I drove him home. His drivers license at that time had not been reinstated. I doubt he'll ever drive again. He lost his friend, spent time in prison and he's wife was divorcing him at the time I knew him. One hell of a nice guy, was Guy. Instead of a solid future he was devastated and will live with the responsibility, or lack of, that night. He must live carrying inside the responsibility of his actions. The last time I talked to him he was heading back upstate to live and work for his parents, who own a restaurant.
He paid the state for his actions and will hold himself accountable the rest of his life.
This little story I have completely forgotten, until I sat down, and started this post. I find this eerily amazing, because I have not thought of him but maybe a few times after he went back upstate, that would of been 1993. I had no idea this word would take me there. I find it good and bad. Good to be reminded of him, but sad to relive what he told me.
Responsibility in my opinion is an unknown word in todays vocabulary. I see the lack there of, too often. I know not why, but am deeply saddened by it. I think I'll end this post on that note.
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OPINION
THIS POST HAS THROWN ME A CUREVBALL. RESPONSIBILITY, IS A LEARNED TRAIT! ACCEPTING ACCOUNTABILITY OF ONE'S ACTIONS, IS DISAPPEARING. LAWS CANNOT LEGISLATE MORALS, VALUES, RESPONSIBILITY, THAT SHOULD BE ACQUIRED BY ADULTHOOD. AGE CARRIES NO VALUE IN THIS EQUATION. LEADERS, MANAGERS, EVERYONE WHO CARRIES RESPONSIBILITY, OWES IT TO BE FAIRLY, CARRIED OUT! THAT'S WHERE THE PROBLEM LIES. IRRESPONSIBILITY, IS TOO EASY, AND SO MUCH LESS BURDENSOME. RESPONSIBILITY . . . ONLY IN MY DREAMS BABY!!! Glen,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Monday, January 20, 2014
Flying!
I had a real doozie of a dream, a couple days ago, even by my standards, it was a dream that set itself apart from my others, please believe me, when I say, I'm a dream wanderer, or "a sleeping maniac," as I like to say! Well, I've told no one. Well now, I'm a tellin' it to you, my friends of the world.
Perhaps, a summary before, will help you to visualize, my dreams better. (I love that word visualize!)
For many years, perhaps ten, I have been having a type of dream, well I'll just tell you my first one, I still remember it as if it was only 3,650 days ago. (Sorry but I cannot leave out my Glen humor, or as I'm thinkin' it, it's the thought in my head as I'm typing.)
In my first dream I'm working at a part-time job, which I used to do. I'm high in the mountains and there was an overlook, I jump off, and an am like a parachutist without a chute! I'm enjoying the view and the ride down without fear of the inevitable ker-plunk! It was sizzalating, (Oh my another new word for ol' Gleno, I like it!) The downward spiraling of death, lasted a long time. No flashbacks of my life, just the wind in my face, and the thrill of FREEDOM!
As the earth drew larger, I was zeroing in on, where I was to become a big greasy spot! I close my eyes!
I awake at that exact moment, my oh, my what a feeling! Not of fright, but, ALIVE!!! Like perhaps someone fighting for breath, realizing their a goner . . . then, everything is alright!!!!
Another one a couple years after that saw me walking past this old fashion cathedral like they made hundreds of years ago in Europe. Suddenly, I see a priest flying above the trees. Then I'm up there with him, side by side, just floating. I see a huge golden ring on his hand, a gold necklace with a cross. I'm now walking across a railroad track behind the large church, the tracks are new, I could see that, the crossing was of fresh pavement. I look back and the priest was still up there!
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I INTERRUPT GLEN'S THOUGHTS . . . WITH A THOUGHT, THAT JUST HIT ME, AS I GO BACK ABOUT A YEAR, RE-READING A COUPLE OLD POSTS.) "DAMN I LOVE THIS!!!")
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My latest dream, I'm fishing in an inlet off a large lake. I have just reeled in a bunch of lost line, thinking the litter of mankind! I decide to take a stroll. Suddenly, my arms turn to wings. I feel my body lifting. It's truly unbelievable! So much more, I struggle for the words! My whole body has become a bird, the size of a man. It is the most amazing feeling, I'm aware of every feather, every fiber of my new wings, lifting me. I'm floating, rising higher with the aid of the wind. Changes in direction is effortless. At this time I notice my surroundings, the trees seem, so much higher than I thought possible. I'm gliding effortlessly and free. The trees so much higher than the tallest of oaks, their gigantic branches, towering, most strange in appearance, dull white in color, no leaves of any kind, no greenery to these trees they gave off the eeriest sight I 've ever seen.
To get out of this large meadow I circle many times in order to clear the tree tops. Finally I'm free. I soar high. My wings are gigantic, powerful, effortless in movement, so natural. I feel every feather lifting to new heights. I'm a man in a hawk's body. I glide over farmland, rivers, meadows. It was so fantastic, the freedom was like nothing I've ever experienced!
I soar above a farm where in the barnyard was human stock, 25 times the normal size. Sometimes in dreams things such as this happens, but you don't question it in the dream it somehow seems normal. After all it's a dream!
I FELT MY ARMS, BECOMG WINGS. SUCH A FEELING OF CHANGE COMES OVER ME. IT WAS EUPHORIC! THIS EXACT FEELING I'VE EXPERIENCED MANY TIMES IN MY FLYING DREAMS . MY ARMS BECOMING WINGS AND LIFTING ME!
Perhaps, a summary before, will help you to visualize, my dreams better. (I love that word visualize!)
For many years, perhaps ten, I have been having a type of dream, well I'll just tell you my first one, I still remember it as if it was only 3,650 days ago. (Sorry but I cannot leave out my Glen humor, or as I'm thinkin' it, it's the thought in my head as I'm typing.)
In my first dream I'm working at a part-time job, which I used to do. I'm high in the mountains and there was an overlook, I jump off, and an am like a parachutist without a chute! I'm enjoying the view and the ride down without fear of the inevitable ker-plunk! It was sizzalating, (Oh my another new word for ol' Gleno, I like it!) The downward spiraling of death, lasted a long time. No flashbacks of my life, just the wind in my face, and the thrill of FREEDOM!
As the earth drew larger, I was zeroing in on, where I was to become a big greasy spot! I close my eyes!
I awake at that exact moment, my oh, my what a feeling! Not of fright, but, ALIVE!!! Like perhaps someone fighting for breath, realizing their a goner . . . then, everything is alright!!!!
Another one a couple years after that saw me walking past this old fashion cathedral like they made hundreds of years ago in Europe. Suddenly, I see a priest flying above the trees. Then I'm up there with him, side by side, just floating. I see a huge golden ring on his hand, a gold necklace with a cross. I'm now walking across a railroad track behind the large church, the tracks are new, I could see that, the crossing was of fresh pavement. I look back and the priest was still up there!
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I INTERRUPT GLEN'S THOUGHTS . . . WITH A THOUGHT, THAT JUST HIT ME, AS I GO BACK ABOUT A YEAR, RE-READING A COUPLE OLD POSTS.) "DAMN I LOVE THIS!!!")
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My latest dream, I'm fishing in an inlet off a large lake. I have just reeled in a bunch of lost line, thinking the litter of mankind! I decide to take a stroll. Suddenly, my arms turn to wings. I feel my body lifting. It's truly unbelievable! So much more, I struggle for the words! My whole body has become a bird, the size of a man. It is the most amazing feeling, I'm aware of every feather, every fiber of my new wings, lifting me. I'm floating, rising higher with the aid of the wind. Changes in direction is effortless. At this time I notice my surroundings, the trees seem, so much higher than I thought possible. I'm gliding effortlessly and free. The trees so much higher than the tallest of oaks, their gigantic branches, towering, most strange in appearance, dull white in color, no leaves of any kind, no greenery to these trees they gave off the eeriest sight I 've ever seen.
To get out of this large meadow I circle many times in order to clear the tree tops. Finally I'm free. I soar high. My wings are gigantic, powerful, effortless in movement, so natural. I feel every feather lifting to new heights. I'm a man in a hawk's body. I glide over farmland, rivers, meadows. It was so fantastic, the freedom was like nothing I've ever experienced!
I soar above a farm where in the barnyard was human stock, 25 times the normal size. Sometimes in dreams things such as this happens, but you don't question it in the dream it somehow seems normal. After all it's a dream!
I FELT MY ARMS, BECOMG WINGS. SUCH A FEELING OF CHANGE COMES OVER ME. IT WAS EUPHORIC! THIS EXACT FEELING I'VE EXPERIENCED MANY TIMES IN MY FLYING DREAMS . MY ARMS BECOMING WINGS AND LIFTING ME!
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Hello . . . It's ME, Again!!! Nevermind!
After yesterday's post, I don't know what to say. Probably best I say nothin'! The little piece I wrote sure was fun, that's what I want it to be, fun for me and possibly a slight smile or even a chuckle. Yep, that's what I hope for.
You know, or you won't, till I tell you. I've drove the work truck 3 days out of 5 this week. Kind a funny, cause, they said over a year ago, "Glen will get someone else to drive, so you can stay here in the warm, cozy factory." It was 15 degrees and snowing, so much for having a toasty derriere!"
I listen to talk radio sometimes, while driving. There was a guest on selling a book he just wrote, about axe murderers, over 150 years ago outside Saint Louis. First who cares, and who would want to buy a book where eight people are murdered! Not me! No one was ever convicted.
I think I'll look at the newspaper headlines and give my thoughts. Haven't done that in awhile.
(Just a thinkin', do they put the letters in the same place on the keyboard. Maybe they change places every day on me! That's why I cannot get the hang of this typin'! Just a thought!)
SORRY, about that thought!
Work went real swell tonight. It took us 5 hours to do a job that should of took 4, so I had it easy. Oh well, some of the help today. You can give them a job, but!
(ADD YOUR OWN THOUGHTS, NOW . . . 'BOUT THAT!)
Hey? You know what? I may have hit on something here! I'll say something and let you finish!
How about we start with this one? Glen is a ?
You got the hang of it now?
HEADLINE NEWS IN THE HEARTLAND
1.1 TRILLION BUDGET AGREEMENT. They spend money like it's printed on paper!
This one is a real riot! SURGEON GENERAL ADDS TO LIST OF SMOKING'S HARMS. I'll just bet ya, that'll stop, the smoking!
I like this one, COST OF FLYING, ON THE RISE. I prefer to take a trip here on the farm! (You know there was an old song, about smoking one, up high on the windmill. Maybe you don't! Just a flashback, Never mind!)
This is a letter to the editor, you know where people sound off and show their intelligence, like me! This article states, that our fine elected officials "should let the people decide!" Am I missing something here? Since when did our fine elected officials ever give a rat's ass about listening to "We The People." Sure seems like, I have read those words before !!! Never mind!
SEMIS LITTER INTERSTATE AFTER SNOWFALL. We've had a dozen snowfalls this year. Where have all these Semi drivers been, hibernating at the truck stops!
Let's look at sports.
Pacers has the best record in the N. B. A. WHAT?????
I would like to end, (pleeaassee!) Caught an old movie late, like 4 a m. I watch a couple scenes, and goose bumps, come up on my goose! What? Just seeing if you're still there!!! This was a 1935 black and white movie with Peter Lorre of Crime And Punishment. Somehow I never pictured Peter Lorre as Raskolnikov! Never mind!
You know, or you won't, till I tell you. I've drove the work truck 3 days out of 5 this week. Kind a funny, cause, they said over a year ago, "Glen will get someone else to drive, so you can stay here in the warm, cozy factory." It was 15 degrees and snowing, so much for having a toasty derriere!"
I listen to talk radio sometimes, while driving. There was a guest on selling a book he just wrote, about axe murderers, over 150 years ago outside Saint Louis. First who cares, and who would want to buy a book where eight people are murdered! Not me! No one was ever convicted.
I think I'll look at the newspaper headlines and give my thoughts. Haven't done that in awhile.
(Just a thinkin', do they put the letters in the same place on the keyboard. Maybe they change places every day on me! That's why I cannot get the hang of this typin'! Just a thought!)
SORRY, about that thought!
Work went real swell tonight. It took us 5 hours to do a job that should of took 4, so I had it easy. Oh well, some of the help today. You can give them a job, but!
(ADD YOUR OWN THOUGHTS, NOW . . . 'BOUT THAT!)
Hey? You know what? I may have hit on something here! I'll say something and let you finish!
How about we start with this one? Glen is a ?
You got the hang of it now?
HEADLINE NEWS IN THE HEARTLAND
1.1 TRILLION BUDGET AGREEMENT. They spend money like it's printed on paper!
This one is a real riot! SURGEON GENERAL ADDS TO LIST OF SMOKING'S HARMS. I'll just bet ya, that'll stop, the smoking!
I like this one, COST OF FLYING, ON THE RISE. I prefer to take a trip here on the farm! (You know there was an old song, about smoking one, up high on the windmill. Maybe you don't! Just a flashback, Never mind!)
This is a letter to the editor, you know where people sound off and show their intelligence, like me! This article states, that our fine elected officials "should let the people decide!" Am I missing something here? Since when did our fine elected officials ever give a rat's ass about listening to "We The People." Sure seems like, I have read those words before !!! Never mind!
SEMIS LITTER INTERSTATE AFTER SNOWFALL. We've had a dozen snowfalls this year. Where have all these Semi drivers been, hibernating at the truck stops!
Let's look at sports.
Pacers has the best record in the N. B. A. WHAT?????
I would like to end, (pleeaassee!) Caught an old movie late, like 4 a m. I watch a couple scenes, and goose bumps, come up on my goose! What? Just seeing if you're still there!!! This was a 1935 black and white movie with Peter Lorre of Crime And Punishment. Somehow I never pictured Peter Lorre as Raskolnikov! Never mind!
Friday, January 17, 2014
Write Something, Yet Say, Nothin'!
I have gone back through some of my, started, but never worked on again posts! Reckon, there be a heap more, than I thought. I might just finish 'em, but right's now, I feel liked doing something live! I don't know if that be good, or bad . . . Well, at least not till I see what's gonna happen! I be relaxed, I kain't say, I'm feelin' good, that would be a lie and I can't lie to you! I'm cold, and have the hankerin for, oh my God, should I tell you what I'm gonna eat? No! Ah, ha, ha, ha,! A little Glenview humor, by the way I be Glen! Howdy . . . I'll be your misfit for tonight's, goings, ons. I also must warn you, I'm fixin" to write something, yet say nothin'!
When I was a tadpole, my Mother would fix, fried taters, and eggs. Yep, that's what she liked! I'd roll my little noise up at that. I wasn't a fan of such food, back then. Well every now and then since I've gotten older, and on real cold winters nights, like tonight, guess what I like it?. I know, I know tain't healthy, fer ya! Well just kiss my arse! If ya, donna, knowa, whata, arse is, usa, youra imagination! Damn . . . I'mma feelin' goood, this mornin'! Wait a sec, I gotta check me fried taters, please hold . . . . . I be a using this here cute little frying pan, the littlest un, I ever did see. I cut me up a couple small taters, ama frying them up, and I'mma gonna fry me a couple eggs, um, um good!
WARNING! WARNING! Better not try this at home! Ifin, you be a health nutto, your body may go into shocko!
Seems to me, there ain't nothin', good for us no more.
Okay, the fried taters and eggs were a slice of Hillbilly Heaven. I may make fun of my Daddy's family, only because they were! That's funny by itself!
Yes, I know, you're not following me, that's always my goal, because I was poking fun at my Momma earlier. Yep I was! She be a country gal, but not a hillbilly! She be normal! Oh my God, never thought I'd say that, about my Momma!
On the other hand, or the other side of the family, would make a lot more sense.
You know what the opposite of the last sentence would be? Not a lick of sense!
Them taters and eggs done fried, me mind!
Remember earlier I warned you, " I was fixin' to write something, yet not say nothing'." It's still true ain't it?
You know, I be having some fun at my expense, causin' I got no sense!
How's my meandering, say absolutely nothing, about nothing, any different than them speech writers that write for Politicians?
They put in all these pretty sounding words, for the Politician to speak around in, meandering nonsense.
JUAT FUNNING WITH YA, Y'ALL COME BACK NOW YA HEAR!
When I was a tadpole, my Mother would fix, fried taters, and eggs. Yep, that's what she liked! I'd roll my little noise up at that. I wasn't a fan of such food, back then. Well every now and then since I've gotten older, and on real cold winters nights, like tonight, guess what I like it?. I know, I know tain't healthy, fer ya! Well just kiss my arse! If ya, donna, knowa, whata, arse is, usa, youra imagination! Damn . . . I'mma feelin' goood, this mornin'! Wait a sec, I gotta check me fried taters, please hold . . . . . I be a using this here cute little frying pan, the littlest un, I ever did see. I cut me up a couple small taters, ama frying them up, and I'mma gonna fry me a couple eggs, um, um good!
WARNING! WARNING! Better not try this at home! Ifin, you be a health nutto, your body may go into shocko!
Seems to me, there ain't nothin', good for us no more.
Okay, the fried taters and eggs were a slice of Hillbilly Heaven. I may make fun of my Daddy's family, only because they were! That's funny by itself!
Yes, I know, you're not following me, that's always my goal, because I was poking fun at my Momma earlier. Yep I was! She be a country gal, but not a hillbilly! She be normal! Oh my God, never thought I'd say that, about my Momma!
On the other hand, or the other side of the family, would make a lot more sense.
You know what the opposite of the last sentence would be? Not a lick of sense!
Them taters and eggs done fried, me mind!
Remember earlier I warned you, " I was fixin' to write something, yet not say nothing'." It's still true ain't it?
You know, I be having some fun at my expense, causin' I got no sense!
How's my meandering, say absolutely nothing, about nothing, any different than them speech writers that write for Politicians?
They put in all these pretty sounding words, for the Politician to speak around in, meandering nonsense.
JUAT FUNNING WITH YA, Y'ALL COME BACK NOW YA HEAR!
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Have You?
I was asked, to drive the work truck, which I hate, the last two nights. There is one thing, I had forgotten. The peace of late night causes me to think . . . more! DAMN! I really don't need more! Please take Old Glens word for this! One other thing, I should be concentrating on my driving. The driving bores me, to no end!!! It's certainly easier on my body, than working production, I just don't like it, especially in the winter time. I've been known to bust my ass on the ice every fricking year!!! Probably the reason I have tree bad disc.
I completely forgot to tell y'all, 'bout a BIG boo-boo, that happened to me, the last time I drove the damn, work truck. Most likely, I was tryin' to erase it from my memory. (I wish I could!)This is why I don't want to drive, no more! Are you ready?
I use to make this delivery all the time. I told my boss, "Boss, let these young ins do this, I have done it for years!" (By the way I do call her Boss, she be okay with it. She has worked here 34 years, what can I say!) I have not done this delivery for a long time exceptin', for showing another young-in. I deliver several skids of product to a certain location, using a lift off the back of my truck and line them in the assigned area. Like I said, "I've done it a hundred times." I've unloaded 4 skids in a heavy rain. Like I wasn't mad enough about about having to make this delivery, and it was fricking raining! I'm inside my truck turning around a skid of product, I hear a loud noise, a cracking sound. I thought to myself, "what the hell was that?" It was a sound, I've never heard before. Remember now I'm hard of hearing, but I have my hearing aids in. Oh well! I don't know what it was! Well, after I take the skid down on my lift gate, I'm taking it to where I was going to place it, I see, what the noise was! Glass lay everywhere! A plate glass window approximately 8 foot by 8 foot was shattered Let me just say, "that be one hell of a lot of glass!!!"
I wish to leave you with that thought momentarily, as I must add to, my other, threatening, problem. Yes there BE, more, than, one! This was a delivery on my off day. I sometimes have, a going to the bathroom problem. The toilet paper end. Just before the glass went, ba-lou-ey, the need was creeping up, from deep inside! I do not have a key to the building! "I'm a fixin', to be in, a heap of shit, if a miracle, does not come my way, s-o-o-n! You do see my dilemma, don't you?
So when I take a gander at the 64 square feet of doorway, that just opened up!!! Relief was in sight! Yes, I jump through that miracle on Washington Street, and done the squeeze walk, to the bathroom. Only thing I can say is, "the bathroom be within . . . breeches filling up distance!!!"
How do I spell relief? "Fllllttt" . . . I hope you got that, a cause, I, ainna, gonna, explain, any further!!!!!
One problem taken care of!
The wet, as a drown rat. noo longer concerns me, as I walk back through, the miracle opening!
"""What the hell am I gonna do?"""
Plays, like a stuck record, in my head! I regain a lick of sense, and finish my delivery, like any good delivery person, SHOULD!
Neither rain, nor snow, nor dark of night, nor gators in me belly, nor shattered gigantic windows, shall stop Old Man Glen, from his assigned duties!!!
Now what do I do about the 64 square foot in question? I call my boss, after all that's why their called Bosses!
I said, "call the maintenance man, I just broke out a BIG . . . window."
OKAY? Do you want to hear the most unusual thing, like there, has not been strange happenings so far! This business where, I have just broken a big ass window . . . [ drum roll ] is the home office of where I work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After my head stops spinning, and some clearer, thinkin'. I do not remember nudging my hand jack, even the slightest into the glass. But, I had to of, had to! (What do you think of that last sentence is that not, a real doozie!) (((Damn! I'm on some kind of a roll, yet, I know not what.)))
I thought, since I heard the glass shatter, while I was in the truck, there is no way, I hit the glass, but after much pondering, there is no other logical conclusion!
HAVE YOU EVER FOUND YOURSELF IN SUCH A PREDICAMENT? THE LIFE OF GLEN IS SOMETIMES FUNNY AND SOMETIMES, S-T-R-A-N-G-E!
I completely forgot to tell y'all, 'bout a BIG boo-boo, that happened to me, the last time I drove the damn, work truck. Most likely, I was tryin' to erase it from my memory. (I wish I could!)This is why I don't want to drive, no more! Are you ready?
I use to make this delivery all the time. I told my boss, "Boss, let these young ins do this, I have done it for years!" (By the way I do call her Boss, she be okay with it. She has worked here 34 years, what can I say!) I have not done this delivery for a long time exceptin', for showing another young-in. I deliver several skids of product to a certain location, using a lift off the back of my truck and line them in the assigned area. Like I said, "I've done it a hundred times." I've unloaded 4 skids in a heavy rain. Like I wasn't mad enough about about having to make this delivery, and it was fricking raining! I'm inside my truck turning around a skid of product, I hear a loud noise, a cracking sound. I thought to myself, "what the hell was that?" It was a sound, I've never heard before. Remember now I'm hard of hearing, but I have my hearing aids in. Oh well! I don't know what it was! Well, after I take the skid down on my lift gate, I'm taking it to where I was going to place it, I see, what the noise was! Glass lay everywhere! A plate glass window approximately 8 foot by 8 foot was shattered Let me just say, "that be one hell of a lot of glass!!!"
I wish to leave you with that thought momentarily, as I must add to, my other, threatening, problem. Yes there BE, more, than, one! This was a delivery on my off day. I sometimes have, a going to the bathroom problem. The toilet paper end. Just before the glass went, ba-lou-ey, the need was creeping up, from deep inside! I do not have a key to the building! "I'm a fixin', to be in, a heap of shit, if a miracle, does not come my way, s-o-o-n! You do see my dilemma, don't you?
So when I take a gander at the 64 square feet of doorway, that just opened up!!! Relief was in sight! Yes, I jump through that miracle on Washington Street, and done the squeeze walk, to the bathroom. Only thing I can say is, "the bathroom be within . . . breeches filling up distance!!!"
How do I spell relief? "Fllllttt" . . . I hope you got that, a cause, I, ainna, gonna, explain, any further!!!!!
One problem taken care of!
The wet, as a drown rat. noo longer concerns me, as I walk back through, the miracle opening!
"""What the hell am I gonna do?"""
Plays, like a stuck record, in my head! I regain a lick of sense, and finish my delivery, like any good delivery person, SHOULD!
Neither rain, nor snow, nor dark of night, nor gators in me belly, nor shattered gigantic windows, shall stop Old Man Glen, from his assigned duties!!!
Now what do I do about the 64 square foot in question? I call my boss, after all that's why their called Bosses!
I said, "call the maintenance man, I just broke out a BIG . . . window."
OKAY? Do you want to hear the most unusual thing, like there, has not been strange happenings so far! This business where, I have just broken a big ass window . . . [ drum roll ] is the home office of where I work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After my head stops spinning, and some clearer, thinkin'. I do not remember nudging my hand jack, even the slightest into the glass. But, I had to of, had to! (What do you think of that last sentence is that not, a real doozie!) (((Damn! I'm on some kind of a roll, yet, I know not what.)))
I thought, since I heard the glass shatter, while I was in the truck, there is no way, I hit the glass, but after much pondering, there is no other logical conclusion!
HAVE YOU EVER FOUND YOURSELF IN SUCH A PREDICAMENT? THE LIFE OF GLEN IS SOMETIMES FUNNY AND SOMETIMES, S-T-R-A-N-G-E!
Monday, January 13, 2014
For I Do Try
You know? This writing, is tough! Possibly, it's tougher than this old man! What makes it so damn tough, is getting what I'm thinking, in my frickin' mind, to this frickin' keyboard! It's like my mind's high on energy drinks, and my fingers, have taken valium. I don't think the transmission's being received! DAMN IT! I try, I really do!
Maybe it's true, "you cannot, teach an old dog new tricks!!!" I'm getting frustrated! I have many things that I wish to say, but seems I'm not getting there! I try to practice every day. Damn, I'm getting older, not younger, if I don't get to where I wish soon, I'll be six foot under! I wish to write about my every day happenings, add my innermost thoughts, still I don't seem to be able the way I wish. I'm growing irritated and wonder why, I try? I cannot explain it other than, if I don't do something to challenge my mind, I'll surely die! I don't want to waste what time I've left watching the boob tube! I need to explain what I feel, and see, damn it, I need too, for some fucking reason!!!
When I'm at the keyboard, I enter another world. A world of where you can say anything you wish. I read others work and marvel at what they say, so proper! I know I've challenged myself to something I can never do, like others can. I also know my life probably is nothing like theirs. I on the other hand do not wish to be them. We can only write about what we know, see, think, witness. I have insight on hearing loss, so I can write about that. I'm still in the workforce so I can write about that. I've many experiences from another perspective, if only I could get them out, the way I wish!
I just feel like after 3 years I should be improving! My typing is crappy, on a good day, perhaps I'll never improve.
My mind thinks good and bad at the same time. That's certainly not helpful when you're trying to put a coherent post together. I can't help that that's the way I've always been. I believe some kind of defense mechanism, I created, to get through the bad times as a child. That continues and I don't know how to stop it. I can't, it's part of me. At work I cannot keep my thoughts to myself, my eyes do not have blinders, I see all. It goes upstairs and challenges me. My experience of life has seen the good the bad and the ugly. I'm seeking understanding. Understanding of one's self, that seems easy. Ah, not so, is it? We watch others and see bits and pieces of our self. That's never pretty because we see the bad in our self, not the good. Our wounds never heal, we carry them throughout our life. Self analysis cripples us. A reminder of our current fault of the minute, sends flashbacks. Our mind goes back to a lifetime of similar faults, embedded all too deeply, replayed instantaneously adding to the current reminder we've just experienced.
I try for laughter, to always make lite of all situations. If I give humor to one's day I'm grateful. Making fun is good, but healing takes place through understanding. We're mostly the same, there's a lifetime of crippled mindsets, we need to overcome.
I've always believed certain types of entertainment, say Soap Operas have allowed viewers to escape the boredoms of their lives, experiencing bottled up emotions.
The very things that make me, me, also kills me! I cannot overlook the dumb-ass-i-ties of myself, nor others! Sometimes I wish I had no emotions, or thoughts of anything!
This weekend has found me with the flu. The aches in every joint has brought me to a standstill! Yet my dreams have been a pleasant reminder of another world. The mind's way of healing. What I do know for sure, without balance, I would be, no longer!
I write for laughter. I write for self reflection! I hope you see some of each in what I do! For I do try!
Maybe it's true, "you cannot, teach an old dog new tricks!!!" I'm getting frustrated! I have many things that I wish to say, but seems I'm not getting there! I try to practice every day. Damn, I'm getting older, not younger, if I don't get to where I wish soon, I'll be six foot under! I wish to write about my every day happenings, add my innermost thoughts, still I don't seem to be able the way I wish. I'm growing irritated and wonder why, I try? I cannot explain it other than, if I don't do something to challenge my mind, I'll surely die! I don't want to waste what time I've left watching the boob tube! I need to explain what I feel, and see, damn it, I need too, for some fucking reason!!!
When I'm at the keyboard, I enter another world. A world of where you can say anything you wish. I read others work and marvel at what they say, so proper! I know I've challenged myself to something I can never do, like others can. I also know my life probably is nothing like theirs. I on the other hand do not wish to be them. We can only write about what we know, see, think, witness. I have insight on hearing loss, so I can write about that. I'm still in the workforce so I can write about that. I've many experiences from another perspective, if only I could get them out, the way I wish!
I just feel like after 3 years I should be improving! My typing is crappy, on a good day, perhaps I'll never improve.
My mind thinks good and bad at the same time. That's certainly not helpful when you're trying to put a coherent post together. I can't help that that's the way I've always been. I believe some kind of defense mechanism, I created, to get through the bad times as a child. That continues and I don't know how to stop it. I can't, it's part of me. At work I cannot keep my thoughts to myself, my eyes do not have blinders, I see all. It goes upstairs and challenges me. My experience of life has seen the good the bad and the ugly. I'm seeking understanding. Understanding of one's self, that seems easy. Ah, not so, is it? We watch others and see bits and pieces of our self. That's never pretty because we see the bad in our self, not the good. Our wounds never heal, we carry them throughout our life. Self analysis cripples us. A reminder of our current fault of the minute, sends flashbacks. Our mind goes back to a lifetime of similar faults, embedded all too deeply, replayed instantaneously adding to the current reminder we've just experienced.
I try for laughter, to always make lite of all situations. If I give humor to one's day I'm grateful. Making fun is good, but healing takes place through understanding. We're mostly the same, there's a lifetime of crippled mindsets, we need to overcome.
I've always believed certain types of entertainment, say Soap Operas have allowed viewers to escape the boredoms of their lives, experiencing bottled up emotions.
The very things that make me, me, also kills me! I cannot overlook the dumb-ass-i-ties of myself, nor others! Sometimes I wish I had no emotions, or thoughts of anything!
This weekend has found me with the flu. The aches in every joint has brought me to a standstill! Yet my dreams have been a pleasant reminder of another world. The mind's way of healing. What I do know for sure, without balance, I would be, no longer!
I write for laughter. I write for self reflection! I hope you see some of each in what I do! For I do try!
Friday, January 10, 2014
Shorts, Sandals and Stuff!
I was able to go outside, a couple a days ago, wearing shorts and sandals, there's a heat wave, beautiful sunshine, I'm a going to lounge, around in my lounge chair, and apply suntan lotion, to, darken slowly, like a Thanksgiving Turkey! Only I be a human turkey . . .gobble! gobble!, y'all already, know that, ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!! I'm in one of my moods! I wish to go where I ainna gone before, stretch the limits of my boundaries, like me, ever increasing waistline!!! HA! HA!
YEAH! ALTHOUGH . . . ABOVE FREEZING IS NICE! NOT QUITE, THAT NICE!!! (And believe you me I have a good imagination !!!)
While I sat down after work, my dog, demands, my attention. Such a wonderful feeling, I can't, refuse, my little buddy!. I lie back, in my lazy-old-man recliner, and place a small blanket over my sore knees, lights out! Me and Buddy are a dreaming! Buddy's running through beautiful green grass in springtime, as a young pup. I'm a young lad shooting basketball in the school yard! In dreamland Buddy has no seizures, I have no body aches.
Turmoil of the day are cleansed with my little buddy's help. Every family should have a Mind Cleanser in every home, just as we have a dishwasher. Maybe I'll invent one. I would make an electronic robot dog, that senses your emotions.
Sheeesh, shoulda, coulda, woulda, be a wonderful thing! Take them old fashion electrodes, the mental institutions used to zap them criminally insane, or the different, not normal, trouble makers, free thinkers . . . so on and so forth. Years ago, I'll bet ya, them crazy assed, mad, fraudian witch doctors, before all these new wonder drugs was brewed up by mad, basement dwelling, mad scientist. I'll betcha they'd charge the State by the zappings! Can you imagine what their electric bill would be? I bet the state even paid for that!!! There used to be State Hospitals for the mentally insane in my State. Years back they done away with these type ???? places. They moved them into what was called Half-Way houses! Half-Way to where? They already have problems so much that they cannot exist in NORMAL society! It's my contention, many ended up in prison. Some of the lucky ones, with the aid of modern drugs, sit at home looking out the window, instead of the Institution. It is also my contention that some did survive the Half-Way house and were introduced into the Normal society as slave labor, for big conglomerate chain stores and restaurants.
Ah the comfort, the silence of nighttime. I'm going to practice my typing. Man! I have a bunch of unfinished, strange posts. (I find that hilarious, all my posts are strange!) Most make no sense, even to me, and I write them . . . although not right . . . I read some of my unfinished ones, I'm certain, there is such a thing as spirit writing. I think "I need several spirits in me that does know how to write!"
"All you wandering spirits that wish to further screw with Glen's mind! Pleeease . . . come on down!"
Good golly Miss Molly!!!
There ain't no reason why, I should have so much fun, is there? I have been thinkin' 'bout, nye onto three years now, to write the actual true to life happenings, at my place of employment. That would be hilarious! I cannot seem to apply the ultimate silliness, that I witness, every night, into words. I don't think there are words, I can use, to properly explain the hysterical, dysfunctional, situations.
Well I'll be doggie!!! I just a had me a dandy idea! I'll just make up me own words, and you know howsa, I like a, to make up my own words! Yippee! Maybe, just may-be, my screwed up American style of, improper English, a gonna pay off!
I think I'll jump right into it with a serious thought I had at work, hopefully, I can get my sense of humor into it.
Seems to my eyes, (and I have new eyeglasses) a battle of the old and the new is shaping up. The older ones have a completely different mindset, because we have been around for a spell. We have earned our way, by experience. . . into experience! The young ones walk in, thinking they deserve what we have worked for, now.
Several months ago a young man through a temporary agency said, "I want to do computer work. I laugh and tell him, "The computer work is at best, 5% around here, and the bosses do it!"
I added "if you want to do computer work, you better go to college!"
He did not find it as funny as I did! I was laughing inside, thinking, "All the time spent on gaming and whatever the young-ins do, have not prepared them for reality, and this here is . . . real reality"
My generation was built out of haftin' too!. Today's younger ones think they can come in and make a living on computers. (Where I work, ainna owned, by Bill Gates! Where I work, it's mostly old fashion work, as in physical work, not computer work.)
YEAH! ALTHOUGH . . . ABOVE FREEZING IS NICE! NOT QUITE, THAT NICE!!! (And believe you me I have a good imagination !!!)
While I sat down after work, my dog, demands, my attention. Such a wonderful feeling, I can't, refuse, my little buddy!. I lie back, in my lazy-old-man recliner, and place a small blanket over my sore knees, lights out! Me and Buddy are a dreaming! Buddy's running through beautiful green grass in springtime, as a young pup. I'm a young lad shooting basketball in the school yard! In dreamland Buddy has no seizures, I have no body aches.
Turmoil of the day are cleansed with my little buddy's help. Every family should have a Mind Cleanser in every home, just as we have a dishwasher. Maybe I'll invent one. I would make an electronic robot dog, that senses your emotions.
Sheeesh, shoulda, coulda, woulda, be a wonderful thing! Take them old fashion electrodes, the mental institutions used to zap them criminally insane, or the different, not normal, trouble makers, free thinkers . . . so on and so forth. Years ago, I'll bet ya, them crazy assed, mad, fraudian witch doctors, before all these new wonder drugs was brewed up by mad, basement dwelling, mad scientist. I'll betcha they'd charge the State by the zappings! Can you imagine what their electric bill would be? I bet the state even paid for that!!! There used to be State Hospitals for the mentally insane in my State. Years back they done away with these type ???? places. They moved them into what was called Half-Way houses! Half-Way to where? They already have problems so much that they cannot exist in NORMAL society! It's my contention, many ended up in prison. Some of the lucky ones, with the aid of modern drugs, sit at home looking out the window, instead of the Institution. It is also my contention that some did survive the Half-Way house and were introduced into the Normal society as slave labor, for big conglomerate chain stores and restaurants.
Ah the comfort, the silence of nighttime. I'm going to practice my typing. Man! I have a bunch of unfinished, strange posts. (I find that hilarious, all my posts are strange!) Most make no sense, even to me, and I write them . . . although not right . . . I read some of my unfinished ones, I'm certain, there is such a thing as spirit writing. I think "I need several spirits in me that does know how to write!"
"All you wandering spirits that wish to further screw with Glen's mind! Pleeease . . . come on down!"
Good golly Miss Molly!!!
There ain't no reason why, I should have so much fun, is there? I have been thinkin' 'bout, nye onto three years now, to write the actual true to life happenings, at my place of employment. That would be hilarious! I cannot seem to apply the ultimate silliness, that I witness, every night, into words. I don't think there are words, I can use, to properly explain the hysterical, dysfunctional, situations.
Well I'll be doggie!!! I just a had me a dandy idea! I'll just make up me own words, and you know howsa, I like a, to make up my own words! Yippee! Maybe, just may-be, my screwed up American style of, improper English, a gonna pay off!
I think I'll jump right into it with a serious thought I had at work, hopefully, I can get my sense of humor into it.
Seems to my eyes, (and I have new eyeglasses) a battle of the old and the new is shaping up. The older ones have a completely different mindset, because we have been around for a spell. We have earned our way, by experience. . . into experience! The young ones walk in, thinking they deserve what we have worked for, now.
Several months ago a young man through a temporary agency said, "I want to do computer work. I laugh and tell him, "The computer work is at best, 5% around here, and the bosses do it!"
I added "if you want to do computer work, you better go to college!"
He did not find it as funny as I did! I was laughing inside, thinking, "All the time spent on gaming and whatever the young-ins do, have not prepared them for reality, and this here is . . . real reality"
My generation was built out of haftin' too!. Today's younger ones think they can come in and make a living on computers. (Where I work, ainna owned, by Bill Gates! Where I work, it's mostly old fashion work, as in physical work, not computer work.)
Thursday, January 9, 2014
I'M TOUCHED!
I decided to take a break, while typing, and watch a movie, All The King's Men, the 1949 version. I'm sure I'll talk about it later. It intrigued me, in many ways. Funny, I know I've seen this movie before. Naturally it's been a long time ago. Once color T. V. became the standard, now I have to think a wee bit on that. There wasn't a television set in my family until I was 'bout 12, I reckon. Before that Saturday evening at Grandpa's was the thrill.
I remember one day we went downtown to Sears. There was a portable probably 19 inch model we come home with. It was like Christmas you see. I helped dad put up the antenna and pointed it northward. Four clear channels, the major channels and one local one, well it was about 50 miles away. We were in electronic heaven. This was around 1963.
For those of you from today, I don't quite how to equate that. Maybe if you can remember the olden days, before cell phones, upon which nobody in today's world today can do without, except for yours truly, you might, I say MIGHT, have a tad, of understanding.
"What did I do for relaxation and to pass the time?"
Now that's a darn good question! I'm going to try and go back to 1963. I must ponder on that. I'll go into my meditation mode, hopefully I won't fall asleep. In this year, In 1963 I became a paper boy. I delivered 85 copies of the local paper, on my trusty steed, my Schwinn bicycle. I was clearing $8.00 a week, the paper delivered to your door was less than four bits, (.45 cents) six days a week. Man O man, I was in the money! Cigarettes were about .25 cents a pack.( No, no, no! I did not smoke,) back then all adults apparently was too lazy to buy their own smokes, that's what kids are for. A bottle of Coca-Cola was .05 cents, a candy bar was the same. I could go to the theatre and watch the latest western at a real old time theatre. (Yes-sir-re-bob. I know, I spelled theater/theatre!) I think of an old time movie house, like they made in early 1900's, as a theatre, they'd show silent films, vaudeville, and such. Whilst I think of the modern screenings of movies as shown in a theater. The magnificence of seeing a show/movie in a real theatre was part of the excitement, feel. The seats, the smell, the balcony, the building itself so . . . magnificent!
DAMN!!! Sometimes, I do . . . get carried away!
If any of you young ones read my posts, look at a 1963 Chevrolet Impala, compare it to whatever the most popular car of today is? I'm too old to know! I drive a Mercury Mountaineer.
I've been hard of hearing all my life, I have missed, and misunderstood some of the dialogue, couldn't help it. I 've learned to play close attention to body language, feel the story, when missing the dialogue. I still enjoyed the shows, but only recently I have close caption on everything I watch, I catch all the words. I know it probably does not seem like much, but some of these movies is like watching for the first time, because I really understand it all, in ways that were impossible before. Most movies, certainly most television, ya, ain't missing nothin', however it's those meaningful shows that make you think, it's like I'm hearing them for the first time. Compare this to watching your favorite music on the television with the music silenced, or watching dancers with the mute button on. You can still see your favorite musical group, watch the dancers but . . . that ain't good enough is it.
One other thing in todays world is . . . There is this new worker where I work, I've never seen such a person as her. I guess her to be in her fifties. A nervous Nellie I suppose. She has had an incredibly rough time at learning, what I call a simple job. To watch her work makes me nervous! In the break room she never sits still, is up and about doing everything it seems. This got me to thinkin', sorry I can't help it! After a hard day's, actually, night of labor. I can look forward to such a simple thing as relaxing. Can this woman? I really doubt it!
What I'm getting at here, is, I have learned to relax, and understand meaningful things, such as all the dialogue, for the first time in my life. How so? I have found my way through words. Had I not, have taken this adventure ride, I have been on for a few years I would never of learned how to relax in such a meaningful way!
Working in factories all my life, there has always been fast pace, pressure. That pace carries over to everyday life, unwillingly so. I know you out there know what I mean! It's not the hard work that kills us, it's the mental frenzy.
To come home and relax, to understand the dialogue, completely, with dialogue worthwhile, it is wonderful. I'm doing that for the first time in my life and I'm an old man.
MY HOPE IS TO LET YOU RELAX, MAYBE A GRIN OR TWO. IF ONLY TO COME VISIT MY SITE OVER AND OVER AGAIN, SAYING TO YOURSELF, "LET'S SEE WHAT'S ON GLENVIEW TODAY, WELL . . . I'M TOUCHED!
I remember one day we went downtown to Sears. There was a portable probably 19 inch model we come home with. It was like Christmas you see. I helped dad put up the antenna and pointed it northward. Four clear channels, the major channels and one local one, well it was about 50 miles away. We were in electronic heaven. This was around 1963.
For those of you from today, I don't quite how to equate that. Maybe if you can remember the olden days, before cell phones, upon which nobody in today's world today can do without, except for yours truly, you might, I say MIGHT, have a tad, of understanding.
"What did I do for relaxation and to pass the time?"
Now that's a darn good question! I'm going to try and go back to 1963. I must ponder on that. I'll go into my meditation mode, hopefully I won't fall asleep. In this year, In 1963 I became a paper boy. I delivered 85 copies of the local paper, on my trusty steed, my Schwinn bicycle. I was clearing $8.00 a week, the paper delivered to your door was less than four bits, (.45 cents) six days a week. Man O man, I was in the money! Cigarettes were about .25 cents a pack.( No, no, no! I did not smoke,) back then all adults apparently was too lazy to buy their own smokes, that's what kids are for. A bottle of Coca-Cola was .05 cents, a candy bar was the same. I could go to the theatre and watch the latest western at a real old time theatre. (Yes-sir-re-bob. I know, I spelled theater/theatre!) I think of an old time movie house, like they made in early 1900's, as a theatre, they'd show silent films, vaudeville, and such. Whilst I think of the modern screenings of movies as shown in a theater. The magnificence of seeing a show/movie in a real theatre was part of the excitement, feel. The seats, the smell, the balcony, the building itself so . . . magnificent!
DAMN!!! Sometimes, I do . . . get carried away!
If any of you young ones read my posts, look at a 1963 Chevrolet Impala, compare it to whatever the most popular car of today is? I'm too old to know! I drive a Mercury Mountaineer.
I've been hard of hearing all my life, I have missed, and misunderstood some of the dialogue, couldn't help it. I 've learned to play close attention to body language, feel the story, when missing the dialogue. I still enjoyed the shows, but only recently I have close caption on everything I watch, I catch all the words. I know it probably does not seem like much, but some of these movies is like watching for the first time, because I really understand it all, in ways that were impossible before. Most movies, certainly most television, ya, ain't missing nothin', however it's those meaningful shows that make you think, it's like I'm hearing them for the first time. Compare this to watching your favorite music on the television with the music silenced, or watching dancers with the mute button on. You can still see your favorite musical group, watch the dancers but . . . that ain't good enough is it.
One other thing in todays world is . . . There is this new worker where I work, I've never seen such a person as her. I guess her to be in her fifties. A nervous Nellie I suppose. She has had an incredibly rough time at learning, what I call a simple job. To watch her work makes me nervous! In the break room she never sits still, is up and about doing everything it seems. This got me to thinkin', sorry I can't help it! After a hard day's, actually, night of labor. I can look forward to such a simple thing as relaxing. Can this woman? I really doubt it!
What I'm getting at here, is, I have learned to relax, and understand meaningful things, such as all the dialogue, for the first time in my life. How so? I have found my way through words. Had I not, have taken this adventure ride, I have been on for a few years I would never of learned how to relax in such a meaningful way!
Working in factories all my life, there has always been fast pace, pressure. That pace carries over to everyday life, unwillingly so. I know you out there know what I mean! It's not the hard work that kills us, it's the mental frenzy.
To come home and relax, to understand the dialogue, completely, with dialogue worthwhile, it is wonderful. I'm doing that for the first time in my life and I'm an old man.
MY HOPE IS TO LET YOU RELAX, MAYBE A GRIN OR TWO. IF ONLY TO COME VISIT MY SITE OVER AND OVER AGAIN, SAYING TO YOURSELF, "LET'S SEE WHAT'S ON GLENVIEW TODAY, WELL . . . I'M TOUCHED!
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Peter and Paul
Temperature is - 6 as I write this! Luckily this bitterly cold weather, is only going to visit, for a couple days. Thank goodness for little things. A little dab of this crap will do ol' Glen for another 30 years, then I'll be dead and won't feel nothing"! Oh no! I'm not going to go on, any more about that! Two things that should never be discussed is you know, religion and politics. I'm not going to touch upon that, at least I think not. This post has only just begun, and it's also true, I never know where my mind will take, me and you. I like taking you on trips with me, sure beats an empty page! ( I'm not sure if I meant that as humor or as a smart ass! I'll have to write on to see!)
CAUTION . . . I HAVE NUMB NUTS FROM THE COLD . . ., DO NOT TAKE ANYTHING I MIGHT SAY, AS ANYTHING, OTHER THAN ME HAVING SOME FUN!!!!!!!!!
Politics, why is it that people get so upset about politics, Seems like the saying, "robbing Peter to pay Paul."
Now that I think about it, Peter and Paul are names out of the bible right?
Is there a cherished book, the Politicians use?
When Politicians are sworn in, don't they use a bible?
Politicians, seem to have plenty of money, people donate to the Politicians of their liking, do they not?
Seems to me, Religions have plenty of money. I read where the largest, had so many holdings around the world, paintings, valuable artifacts, so on, and so forth, with so much value, no one can truly figure their worth. Can this be true?
I should not of gotten, on these two subjects, I had to open these two doors which, I vowed to keep shut! Oh, hell! Since I've started, I may as well go with it! Whether it be wise, or not, makes no difference here on Glenview!
Don't we have freedom of speech? Oops I'm writing and thinkin', it should be freedom of thought!
We still have that don't we? I'm not SURE!
No! I believe we still have freedom of thought, I THINK!
It's saying what you think you believe . . . that gets you into trouble!
What the hell is this political correctness?
I cannot think of anything . . . correct . . . about Politics!
I remember learning about politics at a very young age, I overheard my dad saying, "the mayor is full of shit!"
I think, therefore, I do not know!
Seems, I'm stuck and don't know where to go from here, I'm confused!
We all, seem to know the best political party, the big fat one, or the skinny stubborn one.
Both seem rather stupid to me! Elephants are big, and can suck a damn dry ! That's why there's so much dry land where they roam!
On the other hand, mules, donkeys, jackasses are stubborn. I've known few mules, but one hell of a lot of jackasses.
Politics and Religion, you can go to school and study both. I find that really . . . interesting!
What do I think about each?
That's the interesting part. I believe that most believe in the way their brought up. Most likely parents and grandparents thoughts, trickle down, to the next generation. If it was good enough for grandpa Jacob, then it's good enough for me. That also works with religion, I think!
My summation on politics and religion. Stay away from them, NEVER talk about them! The dumber you are the better.
In closing. I read in the new-se-paper, just today where scientist have tuned the Hubble telescope, so that it can, and does look back 13 billion years. I say, "hubba. hubba, hubba!!!"
Politicians take credit for creating this, from tax dollars!
Religion sees God's creativity!
THIS IS ONE HELLUVA A WAY TO MAKE A LIVING AIN'T IT?
CAUTION . . . I HAVE NUMB NUTS FROM THE COLD . . ., DO NOT TAKE ANYTHING I MIGHT SAY, AS ANYTHING, OTHER THAN ME HAVING SOME FUN!!!!!!!!!
Politics, why is it that people get so upset about politics, Seems like the saying, "robbing Peter to pay Paul."
Now that I think about it, Peter and Paul are names out of the bible right?
Is there a cherished book, the Politicians use?
When Politicians are sworn in, don't they use a bible?
Politicians, seem to have plenty of money, people donate to the Politicians of their liking, do they not?
Seems to me, Religions have plenty of money. I read where the largest, had so many holdings around the world, paintings, valuable artifacts, so on, and so forth, with so much value, no one can truly figure their worth. Can this be true?
I should not of gotten, on these two subjects, I had to open these two doors which, I vowed to keep shut! Oh, hell! Since I've started, I may as well go with it! Whether it be wise, or not, makes no difference here on Glenview!
Don't we have freedom of speech? Oops I'm writing and thinkin', it should be freedom of thought!
We still have that don't we? I'm not SURE!
No! I believe we still have freedom of thought, I THINK!
It's saying what you think you believe . . . that gets you into trouble!
What the hell is this political correctness?
I cannot think of anything . . . correct . . . about Politics!
I remember learning about politics at a very young age, I overheard my dad saying, "the mayor is full of shit!"
I think, therefore, I do not know!
Seems, I'm stuck and don't know where to go from here, I'm confused!
We all, seem to know the best political party, the big fat one, or the skinny stubborn one.
Both seem rather stupid to me! Elephants are big, and can suck a damn dry ! That's why there's so much dry land where they roam!
On the other hand, mules, donkeys, jackasses are stubborn. I've known few mules, but one hell of a lot of jackasses.
Politics and Religion, you can go to school and study both. I find that really . . . interesting!
What do I think about each?
That's the interesting part. I believe that most believe in the way their brought up. Most likely parents and grandparents thoughts, trickle down, to the next generation. If it was good enough for grandpa Jacob, then it's good enough for me. That also works with religion, I think!
My summation on politics and religion. Stay away from them, NEVER talk about them! The dumber you are the better.
In closing. I read in the new-se-paper, just today where scientist have tuned the Hubble telescope, so that it can, and does look back 13 billion years. I say, "hubba. hubba, hubba!!!"
Politicians take credit for creating this, from tax dollars!
Religion sees God's creativity!
THIS IS ONE HELLUVA A WAY TO MAKE A LIVING AIN'T IT?
Monday, January 6, 2014
Brrr . . . it sure is COLD!!!
It's 0 degrees, a stout north wind howls, this here old fella don't like it, one bit. (The old fella be me . . . HI!)
I went to the grocery for necessities, before the storm. You know like, pringles, peanut butter, jelly, popcorn, essential stuff . . ,. to sustain life! I thought, "I'll pick up some batteries, a flashlight, some candles."
I had a good laugh, I bought a bag of ice. An artic blast of air with record cold air is, bearing down, why ice, hum? I have city water, and is pumped from an underground lake. It's really good water, but . . . them "assholes" put chlorine in it. Yes, I drink it! My ice maker has been acting funny, old, I reckon, like me. I don't like coffee, nor any drink that's hot . . . never did! WHY? Hell . . . I don't know, I'm old, give a person with wisenheimers, a break! Any how . . . after the ice melts in my tea, lemonade, water, whatever, it taste funny. I like purchased ice better.
I could place a Coca-Cola outside right now and it would be the perfect temperature in just a few minutes. I'd be drinking that thing and shivering in my long underwear. Seems drafty on my legs in the winter, if I don't wear sweats or long underwear. Another old thing, I hate it!
My furnace sure runs a lot, hope it don't give out, and I don't lose electricity. Had all new windows and doors put on this summer, hope they'll help.
Others were purchasing eggs, milk, bread, stupid stuff you know! If you lose electricity you can't cook them eggs. Bread by itself, yuck! Milk's okay, but what if you have no peanut butter and jelly?
My dog wants out, you should of seen him do his business, in fast motion, looked like he was hovering above the snow, and shot back to the door a barkin', so as I wouldn't forget him. He went to his bed and covered himself up, probably thinking about hibernating for the rest of the winter. That was an hour ago, he's still under there! He's probably letting his animal instincts tell him, "if I don't drink, nor eat, I can stay under this blanket for quite a spell, and dream about butterflies, sticks and chasing wabbits!" If I were smart like him, I'd call in for a few days, like until the temperature gets above freezing. It's going to be pop-sicle ass cold, for the next couple days.
Anybody's . . . body, is stiffer, and will get frozen in this kind of temperature. "Frost bite in 10 minutes the weather channel says!" I've not needed gloves, until now! Don't need them going from my house, to my S. U. V. and to work. SHITE!!! My mountaineer has a heated seat, for my cold arse! Are we spoiled or what? My first automobile was a 53 Buick, I paid $75.00 dollars from money saved from a paper route. Top of line in its day, age had taken a toll on the heater. It did put out much heat, when it really got cold, you'd have to let it heat up, for quite a spell. Really, it was a good old car. I hope someone thinks that way about me, now!
It's -2 as I type this the latest forecast, which I just checked, calls for a high today, of -8. Whew-wee . . . get out the suntan lotion for the Eskimos!!!
So to put this temperature into perspective . . . stick your head in a freezer!
WARNING! ALERT! PLEASE don't do that!!!
I need a taco or something to lighten this post up!!! Brrr. . . my feet are cold and I hate that feeling!
Oh! I just remembered something, a true story and it's about me. About five years into my marriage, we moved into an old farm house. Since I had access to wood, I bought a Baby Bear wood stove, it was a good one! We loved it, used it in our new home for many years. Something about the light smell of wood smoke, watching a fire in the dead of winter, the crackling of wood, soothing! A oak log pops, scaring the bee-gee-bees out of you!
I'd been outside for quite a spell in the dead of winter, my feet were cold. I grab a book and lie in front of the woodstove with the screen on, so I could watch the fire and read. About as relaxing as one can get except for my feet freezing! It began to snow and we have a double, full length glass doors that face west. Follow this now. I have on insulated socks and house slippers. I have my feet as close to the wood stove as they can get. I actually had them under this wood stove. I'm reading enjoying my book, lying on a blanket with a pillow propping my head up, man was I feeling good!
There is a ledge across the front of the wood stove, a very heavy sturdy one at that. I turn over and place my feet upon it, just a few inches from the fire, ya see! I'm immersed in this book, warm fuzzies, running through my body. I'm like toast, warming up, before it gets too hot, you know what I'm a sayin'! One of the things I really like about this kind of heat. Your cold, you walk right up to it, and Sha-zam! You can toast your buns, right quick!
Okay by now you can see where this story is going!!! I'm reading, lying on my comforter in front of the wood stove, snow is a fallin'. My book is good. I'm as close to a heaven as one can be!!! I fall asleep . . , yes I did! I wake up with a start the smell of shoes was in the air, my feet are a smokin'! I kid you not my brothers and sisters . . . my feet, er, a, smokin'! There toasting baby!
Saturday, January 4, 2014
nO nEW yEAR'S rESOLUTION, nOPE!!!
I'm going to practice my typing, every day. One hour a day, every day for 365 days, yep . . . I'm going to do it! I want to be able to type faster, because . . . my mind is moving, so much faster, than my fingers, I absolutely, positively, hate that! I want, to push it, to the limit, to see where my mind can go! Right now my miserable typing, is in control. The words I screw up are underlined in red, and that throws me off. "Reminds me too much of my teachers, and . . . the dreaded RED corrections!" I stop dead, in my tracks, my heart rate increases, go back and fix them. I fool around so much. I want, the correcting gizmos, to stay the hell away! This is the reason I don't want any kind of correcting teacher crap!!! I lose my thoughts! I know "you thought I was silly now!" Before Mr. Red Underlining, I just let 'er rip, then I would go back and Glenview it, or correct the words thru the spell checky, ya know! Mr. Spell Check I could turn on, or off, but some where's along the line, this damn red underling thing started. It could be something I did, and . . . that's my bet, but . . . I don't want the S. O. B. okay!!! I don't know diddly-squat about computers. I just want to have some fun, and type the stuff that's in my fricking HEAD!!! ( Oh my . . . I hope, I didn't come on too strong, and scare you! But that's the whole truth and nothing but the truth!!!
I have no clue, as to what kind of writing I do. Don't want to, because I just go with the flow of whatever is peeking out from behind the curtain. (And a I have, a lot, o curtains, to choose from!) It's fun and makes me relax. Don't want no labels, hanging on me!
Automatic, writing, spirit writing, (My ass!) There's not one spirit, that would channel through me, no way, no how! I wouldn't let 'em! It's all me, baby! I have many curtains in my head, always have, they're the ones, I wish to share!
I don't call it inspirational writing, soul writing, it's just me having a good time, releasing my emotions, because it's fun! I admit to finding some of my meandering, laughable. It's a cleansing of the mind thing! In the beginning, it was so damn frustrating. I gave up several times. If I've learned one thing, it's stick-to-it! Yes! My typing's improving, but I want the rest, just to see where this road takes me! (Just like Star Trek "I wish to go where no one's gone before!)
A few posts back I wrote about a snow. Tonight, as I walk through the Pearly Gates, the snowflakes are extremely large, like that snow, I wrote about titled, "The Big Snow." The wet snow sticks to the trees, falling at a brisk pace. The kind you rarely see, I was captivated, enjoying, the moment to its fullest. I said, "man . . . this would be a good time to get me a taco and just chill out!!! As I travel the road, as of yet, un-traveled, I love, breaking new tracks! Umm, umm, magnificent, makes you feel like, the only one in the world! I watch the state trucks plowing snow, we're only suppose to get 3 to 4 inches, a passable snow. The white blanket, covers all, hiding evidence of man!. For a spell everything's appears so clean, so beautiful! A nice feeling, I wish, I could bottle it! Ahhh!!! Non the less, I must, come back to reality. It sticks for tonight. A fresh breath of amazement, beats reality! Right?
TO THAT I SAY, BYE BYE. UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN!!! gLEN . . .
I have no clue, as to what kind of writing I do. Don't want to, because I just go with the flow of whatever is peeking out from behind the curtain. (And a I have, a lot, o curtains, to choose from!) It's fun and makes me relax. Don't want no labels, hanging on me!
Automatic, writing, spirit writing, (My ass!) There's not one spirit, that would channel through me, no way, no how! I wouldn't let 'em! It's all me, baby! I have many curtains in my head, always have, they're the ones, I wish to share!
I don't call it inspirational writing, soul writing, it's just me having a good time, releasing my emotions, because it's fun! I admit to finding some of my meandering, laughable. It's a cleansing of the mind thing! In the beginning, it was so damn frustrating. I gave up several times. If I've learned one thing, it's stick-to-it! Yes! My typing's improving, but I want the rest, just to see where this road takes me! (Just like Star Trek "I wish to go where no one's gone before!)
A few posts back I wrote about a snow. Tonight, as I walk through the Pearly Gates, the snowflakes are extremely large, like that snow, I wrote about titled, "The Big Snow." The wet snow sticks to the trees, falling at a brisk pace. The kind you rarely see, I was captivated, enjoying, the moment to its fullest. I said, "man . . . this would be a good time to get me a taco and just chill out!!! As I travel the road, as of yet, un-traveled, I love, breaking new tracks! Umm, umm, magnificent, makes you feel like, the only one in the world! I watch the state trucks plowing snow, we're only suppose to get 3 to 4 inches, a passable snow. The white blanket, covers all, hiding evidence of man!. For a spell everything's appears so clean, so beautiful! A nice feeling, I wish, I could bottle it! Ahhh!!! Non the less, I must, come back to reality. It sticks for tonight. A fresh breath of amazement, beats reality! Right?
TO THAT I SAY, BYE BYE. UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN!!! gLEN . . .
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
OLD AGE, AND BOREDOM!
I find myself bored sometimes, at this earlier hour of the morning. Seems to me weekends anymore is mainly relaxing. Nothing wrong with relaxing, it just seems, I now need the whole weekend to get my tired, aching, old body rested enough, to do it again, the rounds are getting tougher!
Went to the Doctor, my blood pressure was higher than it's ever been. I find that rather amazing, because I've been as even keeled, as ever in my entire life. I take several blood pressure medicines. I get plenty of rest . . . I must, because my tired body rebels. By Friday night I'm exhausted from workin', and what the Doc. calls, chronic anemia. I have other miscellaneous disorders, of which I ainna complaining. You know, aging, SUCKS! Many of my friends have passed on, and I'm still a workin', fool! (Have to! Ignorance as far as my money manager in my younger years, that be me! ) I still enjoy working, it's the side effects, aches, pains, the arthritis in every fucking joint! (I need to smoke a joint to feel better! Just a kiddin', I don't smoke! Maybe I should start!)
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Sometimes, as I lie awake in bed counting the aches and pains, my body fight's its war against me, I think to myself, "is this it? Is this the last chapter, if so, I wanna go in my sleep, peacefully," you know! (I DO NOT want the hospital to add a new wing, from money used to keep me ALIVE!!!)
Mind, my peace of soul, has peaked! Yet, when body rebels, cries out, you can't ignore it!
I was so happy getting off of work Friday night I could cry . . . the thought was so good, it gave me the warm fuzzies. ( You know what I mean! )
"Why am I bored?" Thanks for asking.
That feelings of dejavu, sometimes, overwhelm this old soldier of life! What once come, soo fricking easy, now's a struggle! I can still do the job at work, but am forced to push myself, beyond my decaying body.
I see younger ones with such fluidity! (Which they should be, as I was once!) Yet, they do not understand! How can they, their mere babes in life! Still living in the warm comfort, of their mother's, protection! Having never experienced the many dark shadows of life!
Do you sense jealous in my words?
Ya, damn tootin, brothers and sisters!!!!!
I, an old man, slip deeper into the grave, every day, watch, as responsibilities, I've take seriously, be, but water, off their backs! Nothing, to them!
I've always, gave all, that's all I've ever known, never had a choice, I know no other way! No free handouts given to me!
No, don't take me wrong, I'm not complaining! 'Tis has made me, whatever . . . I, is . . . (Don't answer that in your mind, what, yee think, I be, 'cause, I'm still, figuring it out!!! That be the purpose of Glenview, I reckon!)
I hate no one! That's not true! Sometimes I hate myself, for what I am! A tired old man with too many emotions, thoughts. Is that wrong?
I love to write with about the funnies of life. I cannot dwell there forever, can I?
There is a flip side to us, has to be, we're only human, whatever that's suppose to mean.
I dare to be quiet, keeping my mouth, my mind contained, but I am not as a ship with all tethers tightly tethered, against the storms, the never ending battles, that challenge our very being!!!
I have been working on this post for a week or two, not knowing, whether I'll publish it or not.
The excitement that once was, has left me. Stolen, for safe keeping, I suppose! I don't reckon it'll do me one bit of good, when I'm dead huh?
YES I'M BORED!!! BORED NOT OF LIVING . . . BORED TO DEATH . . ,. OF WHAT LIVING HAS COME TOO!!! SEEMS, I'M CONFINED TO MY, REALITY OF REALITIES. WORK AND THE EMBECILES THAT RULE!
THE SLOW PACE COMFORTS OF HOME, ALLOW ME TO KEEP ON LIVING. TO GO OUT AND ABOUT INTO THE DAILY TRIBULATIONS OF LIFE, I'D RATHER BE DEAD! I CAN NO LONGER BEAR, THE NORMALCIES, OF THIS, ILL-NORMAL WORLD. I FIND IT SOO????
I ENJOY THE FRUITS OF WORKING! MY BODY, INSTEAD OF BEING TIGHT, LIKE AS A CLINCHED FIST, IN ANGER, LOOSENS UP, ENJOYING THE RUDIMENTARY CHALLENGES. DAMN! IT BE THE PEOPLES BAGGAGE, THAT GALLS MY MIND! I DON'T HAVE TO EXPLAIN, ANY FURTHER, I'M SURE YOU THE NORMAL PEOPLE OF THE WORLD, MUST ALSO PUT UP WITH THE SAME BORING, EVERY DAY SHITE!!! I APPLAUD YOU, FOR, WE ARE THE WORLD BABY!!!!
I'M NOT A WISE MAN, JUST WISE ENOUGH TO SEE THROUGH MOST OF THE BULLSHIT!!! SEEMS, LIFE'S A RODEO, FULL OF WILD HORSES AND CRAZY-ASS BULLS! SOME OF US, ARE THE RODEO CLOWNS, ATTEMPTING TO SAVE SOME DAREDEVIL ASSES, FROM DESTRUCTION. MOST OF US ARE THE FANS IN THE STANDS PAYING TO WATCH WAR, IN THE ENCLOSED ARENA. WE BUY OUR BEER, GET DRUNK AND WATCH THE WORLD INSIDE A CONTROLLED ARENA!
Went to the Doctor, my blood pressure was higher than it's ever been. I find that rather amazing, because I've been as even keeled, as ever in my entire life. I take several blood pressure medicines. I get plenty of rest . . . I must, because my tired body rebels. By Friday night I'm exhausted from workin', and what the Doc. calls, chronic anemia. I have other miscellaneous disorders, of which I ainna complaining. You know, aging, SUCKS! Many of my friends have passed on, and I'm still a workin', fool! (Have to! Ignorance as far as my money manager in my younger years, that be me! ) I still enjoy working, it's the side effects, aches, pains, the arthritis in every fucking joint! (I need to smoke a joint to feel better! Just a kiddin', I don't smoke! Maybe I should start!)
'
Sometimes, as I lie awake in bed counting the aches and pains, my body fight's its war against me, I think to myself, "is this it? Is this the last chapter, if so, I wanna go in my sleep, peacefully," you know! (I DO NOT want the hospital to add a new wing, from money used to keep me ALIVE!!!)
Mind, my peace of soul, has peaked! Yet, when body rebels, cries out, you can't ignore it!
I was so happy getting off of work Friday night I could cry . . . the thought was so good, it gave me the warm fuzzies. ( You know what I mean! )
"Why am I bored?" Thanks for asking.
That feelings of dejavu, sometimes, overwhelm this old soldier of life! What once come, soo fricking easy, now's a struggle! I can still do the job at work, but am forced to push myself, beyond my decaying body.
I see younger ones with such fluidity! (Which they should be, as I was once!) Yet, they do not understand! How can they, their mere babes in life! Still living in the warm comfort, of their mother's, protection! Having never experienced the many dark shadows of life!
Do you sense jealous in my words?
Ya, damn tootin, brothers and sisters!!!!!
I, an old man, slip deeper into the grave, every day, watch, as responsibilities, I've take seriously, be, but water, off their backs! Nothing, to them!
I've always, gave all, that's all I've ever known, never had a choice, I know no other way! No free handouts given to me!
No, don't take me wrong, I'm not complaining! 'Tis has made me, whatever . . . I, is . . . (Don't answer that in your mind, what, yee think, I be, 'cause, I'm still, figuring it out!!! That be the purpose of Glenview, I reckon!)
I hate no one! That's not true! Sometimes I hate myself, for what I am! A tired old man with too many emotions, thoughts. Is that wrong?
I love to write with about the funnies of life. I cannot dwell there forever, can I?
There is a flip side to us, has to be, we're only human, whatever that's suppose to mean.
I dare to be quiet, keeping my mouth, my mind contained, but I am not as a ship with all tethers tightly tethered, against the storms, the never ending battles, that challenge our very being!!!
I have been working on this post for a week or two, not knowing, whether I'll publish it or not.
The excitement that once was, has left me. Stolen, for safe keeping, I suppose! I don't reckon it'll do me one bit of good, when I'm dead huh?
YES I'M BORED!!! BORED NOT OF LIVING . . . BORED TO DEATH . . ,. OF WHAT LIVING HAS COME TOO!!! SEEMS, I'M CONFINED TO MY, REALITY OF REALITIES. WORK AND THE EMBECILES THAT RULE!
THE SLOW PACE COMFORTS OF HOME, ALLOW ME TO KEEP ON LIVING. TO GO OUT AND ABOUT INTO THE DAILY TRIBULATIONS OF LIFE, I'D RATHER BE DEAD! I CAN NO LONGER BEAR, THE NORMALCIES, OF THIS, ILL-NORMAL WORLD. I FIND IT SOO????
I ENJOY THE FRUITS OF WORKING! MY BODY, INSTEAD OF BEING TIGHT, LIKE AS A CLINCHED FIST, IN ANGER, LOOSENS UP, ENJOYING THE RUDIMENTARY CHALLENGES. DAMN! IT BE THE PEOPLES BAGGAGE, THAT GALLS MY MIND! I DON'T HAVE TO EXPLAIN, ANY FURTHER, I'M SURE YOU THE NORMAL PEOPLE OF THE WORLD, MUST ALSO PUT UP WITH THE SAME BORING, EVERY DAY SHITE!!! I APPLAUD YOU, FOR, WE ARE THE WORLD BABY!!!!
I'M NOT A WISE MAN, JUST WISE ENOUGH TO SEE THROUGH MOST OF THE BULLSHIT!!! SEEMS, LIFE'S A RODEO, FULL OF WILD HORSES AND CRAZY-ASS BULLS! SOME OF US, ARE THE RODEO CLOWNS, ATTEMPTING TO SAVE SOME DAREDEVIL ASSES, FROM DESTRUCTION. MOST OF US ARE THE FANS IN THE STANDS PAYING TO WATCH WAR, IN THE ENCLOSED ARENA. WE BUY OUR BEER, GET DRUNK AND WATCH THE WORLD INSIDE A CONTROLLED ARENA!
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