As I sit here in the darkness of the night, I think of all things, yet nothing. I feel at home here. My little world, is all mine. The hustle frenzy of all things bad, disappear, if only for a little while. I feel safe. My world is a kindler, gentler world. A world full of imagination, where all things are possible. My dreams take me higher, to places unimaginable in my daily mind. The daily, have to grind, destroys me to the bones of my soul, for it is not me, and whom, I am. I force myself to exist, barely in a world I wish no part of. Why attempt to conquer the impossibility of living in that arena? I know not why, but find solace of soul in part of my existence, is better than none. To dream even a tad is life's healing force, there I experience the emotions unfound in the real reality of a world, that's unfulfilling, for a wonderer, with a wanderer of many souls, that attempt to live in me.
If not for the security of the darkness hours, the realization that all things are indeed possible, if only in my imagination, and in the completeness of my dreams I surely should wish to go to the next new beginning that comes only after the last breath of life no matter what lies beyond!
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Thinkin'!!!
Hello, my name is Glen, and this is where I have nightly fun, giving my opinions, my attempt at
humor, my rants, my innermost thoughts, my view. That's why it's called GlenView. I start off with absolutely nothing on my mind. I learned that from my dear old mother!
I made the mistake of asking her, on a fine summer day, as we were sitting on the front porch swinging away the day.
I said "what's on your mind" she replied "nothing."
Being the mean old son that I am, I asked again, and made a comment, I should of left it alone, but I did not! "There has to be something on your mind?"
Her reply was a little firmer, then I decided to leave it alone, "There's nothing . . . on my mind!"
Well now she apparently is not like her sonny boy, because even when my mind is slowed down it's still a churning! I sure wish, A LOT, that there was nothing on my mind! All that thinkin' wears a person out, all them questions, are hard, on an old feller. I need that energy wasted on thinkin' could be put to better use, like breathing, hearing, working and such. Serves a person no good, no how, to do a lot of thinkin'! The things I think about, are from habits trained into me over a lifetime, that no longer serves an old fool any good.
I sure don't see much thinkin' a goin' on in my daily grind, if you know what I'm sayin'! Oh my God I hope you don't! Seems to me we've become pretty much an unthinkin' society! Please tell me it's just the ramifications of an old tired soul! ((( That there ram word, be a nice long word, don't know where it come from but I like it! )))
Well I been a thinkin' upon something, every fricking time I mow the grass I get headaches, and cold like symptoms for a couple days. I read some where about allergies where your body releases something called histamines to counteract them invading invaders from them allergies, and I reckon there be a lot of things causing allergies. Well I seem to have the seasonal allergy thing, so I try to defend against them damn invaders with anti-histamines, you know prepare an army with that anti stuff, Sounded good, well doesn't seem to be a workin'! Damn it!
About eight years ago in January I had a bad allergic reaction, I had the hives and was breaking out all over. They gave me prednisone and some shots, worked real good! Never did know what caused it only had it that one time.
That prednisone was some real good stuff! Hallelujah on that! I got hooked on that stuff. I needed little sleep, and no aches, no pains.
Oh well just been doing a little thinkin' whilst I still can, and typed it as a post.
One of these days I may get the hang of this typing, posting, thinkin' thing!
humor, my rants, my innermost thoughts, my view. That's why it's called GlenView. I start off with absolutely nothing on my mind. I learned that from my dear old mother!
I made the mistake of asking her, on a fine summer day, as we were sitting on the front porch swinging away the day.
I said "what's on your mind" she replied "nothing."
Being the mean old son that I am, I asked again, and made a comment, I should of left it alone, but I did not! "There has to be something on your mind?"
Her reply was a little firmer, then I decided to leave it alone, "There's nothing . . . on my mind!"
Well now she apparently is not like her sonny boy, because even when my mind is slowed down it's still a churning! I sure wish, A LOT, that there was nothing on my mind! All that thinkin' wears a person out, all them questions, are hard, on an old feller. I need that energy wasted on thinkin' could be put to better use, like breathing, hearing, working and such. Serves a person no good, no how, to do a lot of thinkin'! The things I think about, are from habits trained into me over a lifetime, that no longer serves an old fool any good.
I sure don't see much thinkin' a goin' on in my daily grind, if you know what I'm sayin'! Oh my God I hope you don't! Seems to me we've become pretty much an unthinkin' society! Please tell me it's just the ramifications of an old tired soul! ((( That there ram word, be a nice long word, don't know where it come from but I like it! )))
Well I been a thinkin' upon something, every fricking time I mow the grass I get headaches, and cold like symptoms for a couple days. I read some where about allergies where your body releases something called histamines to counteract them invading invaders from them allergies, and I reckon there be a lot of things causing allergies. Well I seem to have the seasonal allergy thing, so I try to defend against them damn invaders with anti-histamines, you know prepare an army with that anti stuff, Sounded good, well doesn't seem to be a workin'! Damn it!
About eight years ago in January I had a bad allergic reaction, I had the hives and was breaking out all over. They gave me prednisone and some shots, worked real good! Never did know what caused it only had it that one time.
That prednisone was some real good stuff! Hallelujah on that! I got hooked on that stuff. I needed little sleep, and no aches, no pains.
Oh well just been doing a little thinkin' whilst I still can, and typed it as a post.
One of these days I may get the hang of this typing, posting, thinkin' thing!
Sunday, August 24, 2014
OOH! SHITE! (can i say that?)
I've decided to take some time off, I have three weeks of accumulated time off. If I don't use them I lose them, SO what idiot would not take time off??? This qwestion I shall get round to later IF I don't forget. Also I have accumulated the maximum amount of S. T. O.
((( STUPID TIME OFF ))) No! That don't a sound right! HEAH! If I can get some time off for that then I'll take it! OH! Sorry I mean S. T. D. I was pretty darn close, though wasn't I?
((( That means "SHORT TERM OFF FOR DICK HEADS," nooo, seems I be wrong again, in actuality it means . . . . drum roll, please . . . "SHORT TERM DISABILITY." )))
EVERYBODY knows . . . S. T. D. means something else entirely! Either that OR I'm completely NUTS!!! Please take your pick!
( Yes for those of you, new to my site, I did misspell question WRONG, butt I must warn you I sometimes do that on porpoise. It's a game I play with myself. So you'll nevur know when I do it on purpose! You must understand my mind, works along with my ears AND me ears has lost 50% of their conductivity, actually me ears don't go a ring-a ding-ding like a their suppose to. )
OH SHITE!!!! I wasn't going to go where this is going now! BUTT I'll follow the path of least resistance. USE-A them firing synapses while their a firing . . . heah?
There's times I wish I could not hear!
"WHAT! HUH! YOUR KIDDING ME!!!!"
"Nope!" There's plenty of loud noises, I have called it in the past "Noise pollution." Sounds that make my ears hurt and my adrenalin go wild!!!!
"HOW DO YOU NORMAL HEARING ONES STAND IT???"
Well-sa I had a somethun I a, was a, gonna tells ya, but a forgot a!
I decided to take some time off to do some thinkin', yep. I need to straighten my way of thinkin' up!
Because my way of thinkin' ainna, like a, them others I work with, no it ain't.
MAYBE, JUST MAYBE! I SHOULD TAKE ALL MY S. T. D. TIME OFF, WHICH IS 500 HOURS, AND GO TO A HOSPITAL WHERE I CAN BE "PROGRAMMED " TO BE JUST LIKE ALL THEM OTHERS.
Yep, I'd say "that would be the solution to all me problems! There is an old saying "if ya can't beat 'em, join em.".
THE TROUBLE IS I DON'T WANT TO BEAT 'EM, WELL THAT'S NOT TRUE SOMETIMES I WANNA BEAT THE SHITE OUT OF 'EM!!!!
I DON'T WAUNT, (yes meant to.) TO JOIN THEM! BUTT IF I CAN'T HEAR THEM AND ALL THE OTHER FUCKING NOISE POLLUTION, I WOULD BE SO MUCH HAPPIER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
((( STUPID TIME OFF ))) No! That don't a sound right! HEAH! If I can get some time off for that then I'll take it! OH! Sorry I mean S. T. D. I was pretty darn close, though wasn't I?
((( That means "SHORT TERM OFF FOR DICK HEADS," nooo, seems I be wrong again, in actuality it means . . . . drum roll, please . . . "SHORT TERM DISABILITY." )))
EVERYBODY knows . . . S. T. D. means something else entirely! Either that OR I'm completely NUTS!!! Please take your pick!
( Yes for those of you, new to my site, I did misspell question WRONG, butt I must warn you I sometimes do that on porpoise. It's a game I play with myself. So you'll nevur know when I do it on purpose! You must understand my mind, works along with my ears AND me ears has lost 50% of their conductivity, actually me ears don't go a ring-a ding-ding like a their suppose to. )
OH SHITE!!!! I wasn't going to go where this is going now! BUTT I'll follow the path of least resistance. USE-A them firing synapses while their a firing . . . heah?
There's times I wish I could not hear!
"WHAT! HUH! YOUR KIDDING ME!!!!"
"Nope!" There's plenty of loud noises, I have called it in the past "Noise pollution." Sounds that make my ears hurt and my adrenalin go wild!!!!
"HOW DO YOU NORMAL HEARING ONES STAND IT???"
Well-sa I had a somethun I a, was a, gonna tells ya, but a forgot a!
I decided to take some time off to do some thinkin', yep. I need to straighten my way of thinkin' up!
Because my way of thinkin' ainna, like a, them others I work with, no it ain't.
MAYBE, JUST MAYBE! I SHOULD TAKE ALL MY S. T. D. TIME OFF, WHICH IS 500 HOURS, AND GO TO A HOSPITAL WHERE I CAN BE "PROGRAMMED " TO BE JUST LIKE ALL THEM OTHERS.
Yep, I'd say "that would be the solution to all me problems! There is an old saying "if ya can't beat 'em, join em.".
THE TROUBLE IS I DON'T WANT TO BEAT 'EM, WELL THAT'S NOT TRUE SOMETIMES I WANNA BEAT THE SHITE OUT OF 'EM!!!!
I DON'T WAUNT, (yes meant to.) TO JOIN THEM! BUTT IF I CAN'T HEAR THEM AND ALL THE OTHER FUCKING NOISE POLLUTION, I WOULD BE SO MUCH HAPPIER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, August 23, 2014
ECSTATIC
IT'S . . . Freaking . . . Friday! My favoritiesest . . . time of the whole fricking week, BECAUSE I have two days off ya see! Come on pleeaassee tell me, you UNDERSTAND!?!? I canna, do a, anything I wanna at this moment. Please hold . . . I gotta, go a, you know. Old bladder.
Well! I do reckon me body, is telling me, who is in charge! heah?
Now that we have established that, maybe I can move on, to something else, while the feel goods, is still lingering. I could not help myself, I stopped at my new fav Convenient Store, yep there's a new one on the way to work, just off the interstate. Got me a shot of caffeine as in a sodie-pop, and a reese's cup, I got to have me peanut butter, and chocolate! Medicine for my heart, ya see! The caffeine keeps my heart in a right nice rhythm, and the peanut butter and chocolate . . . well just so fricking goood, I can't help it!!! I have cut way back on the caffeine. Just a drop in the bucket compared to these lightning strikes in a can these young-uns consume!!! My fav drink has 35 mg's of caffeine per 12 ounces. What is the exact word here, for them loaded, super, duper, caffeine, shot gun blast, as in 12 gauge shotgun, in a can??? I don't think I can describe it!!!
Man . . . I'd love to capture this feeling at this moment, and put it in a bottle! What would I call it?
VIAGRA, no that's taken. It does however capture the bare, foundation of . . . a kind of high. ya know!
EUPHORIA, Yep I do like that! Is that like ecstasy? OH SHITE!!! I may have opened up a can of worms on that one!
In the olden days before ECSTASY, a drug used that combines, stimulants, and psychedelics popular today.
I had the word ECSTATIC in mind. That's a nice word simply meaning feeling good, a natural, no pill kind a thing, just like the good feeling of getting out of jail, I mean work on a Friday night!
Well! I do reckon me body, is telling me, who is in charge! heah?
Now that we have established that, maybe I can move on, to something else, while the feel goods, is still lingering. I could not help myself, I stopped at my new fav Convenient Store, yep there's a new one on the way to work, just off the interstate. Got me a shot of caffeine as in a sodie-pop, and a reese's cup, I got to have me peanut butter, and chocolate! Medicine for my heart, ya see! The caffeine keeps my heart in a right nice rhythm, and the peanut butter and chocolate . . . well just so fricking goood, I can't help it!!! I have cut way back on the caffeine. Just a drop in the bucket compared to these lightning strikes in a can these young-uns consume!!! My fav drink has 35 mg's of caffeine per 12 ounces. What is the exact word here, for them loaded, super, duper, caffeine, shot gun blast, as in 12 gauge shotgun, in a can??? I don't think I can describe it!!!
Man . . . I'd love to capture this feeling at this moment, and put it in a bottle! What would I call it?
VIAGRA, no that's taken. It does however capture the bare, foundation of . . . a kind of high. ya know!
EUPHORIA, Yep I do like that! Is that like ecstasy? OH SHITE!!! I may have opened up a can of worms on that one!
In the olden days before ECSTASY, a drug used that combines, stimulants, and psychedelics popular today.
I had the word ECSTATIC in mind. That's a nice word simply meaning feeling good, a natural, no pill kind a thing, just like the good feeling of getting out of jail, I mean work on a Friday night!
Friday, August 22, 2014
A REASON
I need a reason, to place my feet solidly on the ice cold floor, during each hot, August morn
For, I do mourn, every morn, I know not why
Always. . . been, this way
Why?
Feelings
Can't shake 'em
What, others cannot see
In front of their nose
Don't . . . or won't
The scent is sight-fully true
Easier, to . . . ignore
Truth digests, too mournfully
What to do
Do nothing, it'll recede
Be lost at sea
One tiny droplet
Forever gone
Forever . . . is only, a little while
Then returns, as a big wave
The answer my friends, not blowin', in the wind, it's installing radiant heating, so when yer feet hit the floor, they be toasty ass warm, whether a hot August morn, or a -10 January!!!!!
For, I do mourn, every morn, I know not why
Always. . . been, this way
Why?
Feelings
Can't shake 'em
What, others cannot see
In front of their nose
Don't . . . or won't
The scent is sight-fully true
Easier, to . . . ignore
Truth digests, too mournfully
What to do
Do nothing, it'll recede
Be lost at sea
One tiny droplet
Forever gone
Forever . . . is only, a little while
Then returns, as a big wave
The answer my friends, not blowin', in the wind, it's installing radiant heating, so when yer feet hit the floor, they be toasty ass warm, whether a hot August morn, or a -10 January!!!!!
Thursday, August 21, 2014
The Toll Of Life?
Life's toll, has taken its toll!
What is, the cost of living daily?
Toll of mind, body and soul.
Toll cannot be measured!
Once full of life, a mere tadpole, a searchin' for form.
Mind's a fillin' to capacity, so much to learn!
Soul forms, with all new experiences.
Girls, cars, I want it all!
College, marriage, children, grandchildren.
Bills, bills, bills, pay, pay, pay!
Where did, 40 years go?
All seems a blur!
Reminiscing a getting harder to do, minds not what it once was!
Was it worth the ride?
Never questioned the journey, seems . . . illogical!
The toll of life is real, but cannot be seen.
Not so true. We look in a mirror, "that can't be me!"
I feel as I did when I was young, with a lifetime, from a lifetime, inside, my soul my mind!
As I limp, drag, and walk away, I feel a lifetime, where time has taken a mighty toll!
I plop down into my favorite companion of many a year, my, not lazy, but tired old man recliner, sculptured by time, my newest dog, of, so many, I can no longer remember, hops in my lap, we're down for a nap!
I could complain, it'd fill many a covers, oh is there still books to read today? I've gone the way of print, in a world full of gadgets, I don't need, nor understand anyway!!!!
Has the world changed, for the good, or bad? Ask any old-uns, they'll say the same.
Once life was a shiny new metal toy on Christmas day. I still have that toy. It reminds me of me. See here, once a bright red Fireman's Truck. It become a symbol, the reflection of me, maybe 20 years ago, pert-nert I'd, say! Rust set in, slowly ate it away! That's me. I wanna be cremated with my Fire Truck. Only seem a proper, least wise to me anyway.
"I'VE USED A WORD A MANY A TIMES, THAT SOUNDS A LOT LIKE, AND RHYMES WITH TRUCK! I'LL BE JUST LIKE, MY RUSTED TRUCK REAL SOON IN THAT BIG OVEN. RUST AND DUST!!!!!!"
What is, the cost of living daily?
Toll of mind, body and soul.
Toll cannot be measured!
Once full of life, a mere tadpole, a searchin' for form.
Mind's a fillin' to capacity, so much to learn!
Soul forms, with all new experiences.
Girls, cars, I want it all!
College, marriage, children, grandchildren.
Bills, bills, bills, pay, pay, pay!
Where did, 40 years go?
All seems a blur!
Reminiscing a getting harder to do, minds not what it once was!
Was it worth the ride?
Never questioned the journey, seems . . . illogical!
The toll of life is real, but cannot be seen.
Not so true. We look in a mirror, "that can't be me!"
I feel as I did when I was young, with a lifetime, from a lifetime, inside, my soul my mind!
As I limp, drag, and walk away, I feel a lifetime, where time has taken a mighty toll!
I plop down into my favorite companion of many a year, my, not lazy, but tired old man recliner, sculptured by time, my newest dog, of, so many, I can no longer remember, hops in my lap, we're down for a nap!
I could complain, it'd fill many a covers, oh is there still books to read today? I've gone the way of print, in a world full of gadgets, I don't need, nor understand anyway!!!!
Has the world changed, for the good, or bad? Ask any old-uns, they'll say the same.
Once life was a shiny new metal toy on Christmas day. I still have that toy. It reminds me of me. See here, once a bright red Fireman's Truck. It become a symbol, the reflection of me, maybe 20 years ago, pert-nert I'd, say! Rust set in, slowly ate it away! That's me. I wanna be cremated with my Fire Truck. Only seem a proper, least wise to me anyway.
"I'VE USED A WORD A MANY A TIMES, THAT SOUNDS A LOT LIKE, AND RHYMES WITH TRUCK! I'LL BE JUST LIKE, MY RUSTED TRUCK REAL SOON IN THAT BIG OVEN. RUST AND DUST!!!!!!"
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
"Going to hell, in a hand basket?"
Have you ever heard this old "Going to hell, in a hand basket?"
Hey I thought it was just my mind! Don't make no sense, the hand basket part! SO . . . I Binged it, sure-nuff!
That plopped into my mind, and I thought. "WHAT?" The wonderment of me, really makes me wonder, A LOT!
SoMe tImEs, well . . . most, actually all the time it CONFUSES ME! So I just go with the tide.
I love those old sayings, I grew up with.
"Going to hell" I'm sure is the modern phrase.
OH SHITE! How in hell do I follow that?
Sometimes I feel like I'm in hell. Right now I feel like that old Devil has a hold of my mind, the only word that keeps looping in me mind is, hell, hell, hell. Oh hell!
Dag-nap-it!
In other Glen View news, , , , , , , , , , , , There doesn't seem to be any. Oh my God, the day has arrived! Where I'm tongue tied! No!!! That can't be right! I'm typing so therefore I would be, confused, stupid, illiterate, drunk, under the influence of my nighttime meds, CONFUSED will have to do I reckon.
I suppose I best go to bed and think about it.
MAYBE! If I dream, dream, dream, I shall have something to type about, quite possible, I have many dreams.
In my dreams, I feel the power of the universe flow through me, taking me higher, and higher! I leave my old tired body, my mind carries nary a glitch. My arms morph into wings, as I sail the wind currents of my mind, visiting one, and all, in peace and harmony.
My old tired body stays in sleep paralysis, while I travel and search my way out of the hell, I've created in my existence. Heaven is my dreams, and Hell is everyday!
Ahh . . . to slowly, slip, slide away, into dreamland . . . must be Heaven! IT IS TO ME!!!!!!!
Hey I thought it was just my mind! Don't make no sense, the hand basket part! SO . . . I Binged it, sure-nuff!
That plopped into my mind, and I thought. "WHAT?" The wonderment of me, really makes me wonder, A LOT!
SoMe tImEs, well . . . most, actually all the time it CONFUSES ME! So I just go with the tide.
I love those old sayings, I grew up with.
"Going to hell" I'm sure is the modern phrase.
OH SHITE! How in hell do I follow that?
Sometimes I feel like I'm in hell. Right now I feel like that old Devil has a hold of my mind, the only word that keeps looping in me mind is, hell, hell, hell. Oh hell!
Dag-nap-it!
In other Glen View news, , , , , , , , , , , , There doesn't seem to be any. Oh my God, the day has arrived! Where I'm tongue tied! No!!! That can't be right! I'm typing so therefore I would be, confused, stupid, illiterate, drunk, under the influence of my nighttime meds, CONFUSED will have to do I reckon.
I suppose I best go to bed and think about it.
MAYBE! If I dream, dream, dream, I shall have something to type about, quite possible, I have many dreams.
In my dreams, I feel the power of the universe flow through me, taking me higher, and higher! I leave my old tired body, my mind carries nary a glitch. My arms morph into wings, as I sail the wind currents of my mind, visiting one, and all, in peace and harmony.
My old tired body stays in sleep paralysis, while I travel and search my way out of the hell, I've created in my existence. Heaven is my dreams, and Hell is everyday!
Ahh . . . to slowly, slip, slide away, into dreamland . . . must be Heaven! IT IS TO ME!!!!!!!
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
we're all out of order!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's not easy being two people!
Some of you are saying "what?" While some are saying, "I understand!"
I am both ying and yang.
I am both positive and negative.
I am both manic and depression.
I suffer from manic depression/bipolar.
I was officially diagnosed in 1995. After several miss diagnosis, therapist and of course the big "Head Shrinker, The Psychiatrist"
After almost twenty years of self understanding, on my own, I now understand it, live with it, learned to live within it! I myself have tracked it to when and why! You must understand it first, not to conquer it, but to learn to live with it! To lay blame and feel sorry for yourself, becomes an excuse if allowed. Easily done and becomes acceptable, but only to you!
THERE IS MANY LEVELS OF SEVERITY OF BIPOLAR DISORDERS. I'VE READ SO MANY BOOKS AND ARTICLES ON THIS, THEY ALL RUN TOGETHER.
THIS IS AS GOOD A TIME, AS ANY, TO EXPLAIN MY UNDERSTANDING OF IT. THE BRAIN MAKES LESS SEROTONIN WHICH IT HAS TO HAVE.
THAT'S THE SIMPLE TAKE ON IT! WHY???? WELL OVER THE LAST FIFTY YEARS OR SO, OUR BODIES HAVE STOPPED GETTING THE NECESSARY NUTRIENTS, FOR A HEALTHY MIND, BODY, AND SOUL!
GO FROM THERE, WHEREVER YOUR MIND WILL TAKE YOU. BY NOW ALL ADULTS HAVE SEEN COUNTLESS PROGRAMS LAYING OUT THE INFORMATION.
"DAMN!" Seems simple don't it?
"Does it?"
THERE ARE COUNTLESS DRUGS TO HEAL (YEAH RIGHT!) ALL THE DISORDERS OF TODAY.
WELL NOW! WHAT HAS HAPPENED IN FARMERS FIELDS THAT TAKE OUT THE NUTRIENTS FROM THE SOIL?
SO OUR OWN BODY CANNOT MAKE THE SEROTONIN BECAUSE WE CANNOT GET ENOUGH NUTRIENTS TO MAKE THEM.
SOO WE BECOME DEPENDENT ON MEDICINE TO REPLENISH THEM!
WE HAVE SO MANY FUCKING DISORDERS TODAY, IT AIN'T FUCKING FUNNY!
WHO'S TO BLAME? "FOLLOW THE MONEY!"
Some of you are saying "what?" While some are saying, "I understand!"
I am both ying and yang.
I am both positive and negative.
I am both manic and depression.
I suffer from manic depression/bipolar.
I was officially diagnosed in 1995. After several miss diagnosis, therapist and of course the big "Head Shrinker, The Psychiatrist"
After almost twenty years of self understanding, on my own, I now understand it, live with it, learned to live within it! I myself have tracked it to when and why! You must understand it first, not to conquer it, but to learn to live with it! To lay blame and feel sorry for yourself, becomes an excuse if allowed. Easily done and becomes acceptable, but only to you!
THERE IS MANY LEVELS OF SEVERITY OF BIPOLAR DISORDERS. I'VE READ SO MANY BOOKS AND ARTICLES ON THIS, THEY ALL RUN TOGETHER.
THIS IS AS GOOD A TIME, AS ANY, TO EXPLAIN MY UNDERSTANDING OF IT. THE BRAIN MAKES LESS SEROTONIN WHICH IT HAS TO HAVE.
THAT'S THE SIMPLE TAKE ON IT! WHY???? WELL OVER THE LAST FIFTY YEARS OR SO, OUR BODIES HAVE STOPPED GETTING THE NECESSARY NUTRIENTS, FOR A HEALTHY MIND, BODY, AND SOUL!
GO FROM THERE, WHEREVER YOUR MIND WILL TAKE YOU. BY NOW ALL ADULTS HAVE SEEN COUNTLESS PROGRAMS LAYING OUT THE INFORMATION.
"DAMN!" Seems simple don't it?
"Does it?"
THERE ARE COUNTLESS DRUGS TO HEAL (YEAH RIGHT!) ALL THE DISORDERS OF TODAY.
WELL NOW! WHAT HAS HAPPENED IN FARMERS FIELDS THAT TAKE OUT THE NUTRIENTS FROM THE SOIL?
SO OUR OWN BODY CANNOT MAKE THE SEROTONIN BECAUSE WE CANNOT GET ENOUGH NUTRIENTS TO MAKE THEM.
SOO WE BECOME DEPENDENT ON MEDICINE TO REPLENISH THEM!
WE HAVE SO MANY FUCKING DISORDERS TODAY, IT AIN'T FUCKING FUNNY!
WHO'S TO BLAME? "FOLLOW THE MONEY!"
Monday, August 18, 2014
Re-bootin!
Hello, this is Glen and I work the combination night shift/graveyard shift. It's a hell of a challenging shift, simply because of the strange hours. Many people come and go, they will not work these hours. I've always found that rather odd! Apparently their rich, if that's so, why do they seek employment? Just an old man thinking, sorry I cannot stop that! You know the world does not stop after the nine to five dayshift hours. ( I'm sure there's some that do believe that!) Just wanted to get that off my mind. Doesn't matter if their in their twenties or over fifty.
I been eating that good fresh sweet corn, while it's available. Probably will see corn plants growing outta my ears, and navel!
I be a searchin' for somethum to grab onto and run with. Yes I am! You understand priming my mind ya see!
Don't care to elaborate on world news and world views, just a bunch of bull anyhow! News on the evening news orchestrated by a few, to brainwash the masses!
DAMN! I seem to be having trouble catching anything flying around in my mind! Could it be since I did not work today, my mind is totally relaxed, I cannot! Come on old man, there has to be something to bitch about! A word to play upon, surely there's something.
Sunday must be truly the day of rest! Gosh darn it! I think I'll watch Smallville and say "the hell with this writing crap!" A fuse must be bad, perhaps if I reboot during my now favorite show, My brain will get going.
"Do you think that possibly all this delicious sweet corn I been a chowing down on has destroyed me brain?"
I did have some good dreams over the weekend, perhaps my mind is in a state of meditation and I wasn't invited. Yeah! It be correcting the damage I did to it last week! Golly! That'd be so cool! I fuck it up through the week and Sunday heals all the damaged done! Wow . . . that's a thing of beauty!
Let me see if I can come up with a few thoughts for today. Hells fire, I'd settle for one1
I mowed my grass at 7 A M, because the radar showed a big storm a comin' my way. Nope dada, didn't happen! Where's that damn old storm go????
I'm a firm believer in that the media today, conjures up news and keeps it a brewin!
APPARENTLY THIS IS THE BEST I HAVE FOR TODAY! I BE A REBOOTIN!
I been eating that good fresh sweet corn, while it's available. Probably will see corn plants growing outta my ears, and navel!
I be a searchin' for somethum to grab onto and run with. Yes I am! You understand priming my mind ya see!
Don't care to elaborate on world news and world views, just a bunch of bull anyhow! News on the evening news orchestrated by a few, to brainwash the masses!
DAMN! I seem to be having trouble catching anything flying around in my mind! Could it be since I did not work today, my mind is totally relaxed, I cannot! Come on old man, there has to be something to bitch about! A word to play upon, surely there's something.
Sunday must be truly the day of rest! Gosh darn it! I think I'll watch Smallville and say "the hell with this writing crap!" A fuse must be bad, perhaps if I reboot during my now favorite show, My brain will get going.
"Do you think that possibly all this delicious sweet corn I been a chowing down on has destroyed me brain?"
I did have some good dreams over the weekend, perhaps my mind is in a state of meditation and I wasn't invited. Yeah! It be correcting the damage I did to it last week! Golly! That'd be so cool! I fuck it up through the week and Sunday heals all the damaged done! Wow . . . that's a thing of beauty!
Let me see if I can come up with a few thoughts for today. Hells fire, I'd settle for one1
I mowed my grass at 7 A M, because the radar showed a big storm a comin' my way. Nope dada, didn't happen! Where's that damn old storm go????
I'm a firm believer in that the media today, conjures up news and keeps it a brewin!
APPARENTLY THIS IS THE BEST I HAVE FOR TODAY! I BE A REBOOTIN!
Friday, August 15, 2014
The MASK . . .
Those out there who have never battled depression, say a little prayer of thanks, before you go to bed tonight! We may think it so unusual that a comedian could ever, do such a thing.
My mind sees the frown, and smile mask, so clear, at this moment. Absolutely NO ONE . . . knows, let alone understand, what truly goes on in someones . . . mind!
I say that, yet, I put my mind out for the world to see! That shows how smart, OR how stupid I am! Well, call it stupid if you want, however I believe what began as a nightly therapy session to relieve frustration, and depression, has enabled me to meet, that damn ol' Devil head on. Without this format, I'm sure, I would have slipped back into the grasps of the big D! No, not the Devil, DEPRESSION!~ I'm making light of it at this very moment, but it has sent major setbacks, and pert~ nert destroyed me at times!~
(Right now you're asking why is that crazy old man using them squiggly little lines? Because I can and I like them!)
I do not know where I'm headed on this at all, I do know for sure that this post has taken a complete about face, as to where I was going to go. Perhaps I shall share a little insight from my own battle. I'm not expecting you to understand. It's like a Boa Constrictor that'll suck the life tight out of you, as each new, and ever growing, with each new round, making the need of living, less meaningful, till the torment must stop, somehow, and so it shall . . . in one last act of desperation!!!
How many thousands, of lives are taken every year, by the act of trying to forget, to feel better. You have to know what I'm saying!!! The battle with alcohol, the battle with illegal drugs!
DAMN!! AND MARIJUANA GETS A BAD WRAP!!! That's probably the least type of illegal drug, one could fuck with! Look at the lives lost everyday from every other conceivable way to hide depression.
How many billions is made, and being spent on marketing campaigns, FOR LEGAL DRUGS?
Seems we the ones who have, and continue with the big D, never get cured! The cure ain't easy folks. It's not about how much money you have for combating the D with therapy, drugs.
In my case it's awareness, and understanding! It's always there! PLEASE do not give up, and let that BOA tighten, and tighten, and tighten, till there seems only one way out!
Have I fought with the urge to end it all? Absolutely, and I know that'll be in the back of my mind for as long as I live! Some day I'll write my story for all to read!
Oh my!!! Wasn't intending to go this route.
PLEASE . . . REMEMBER, THE PERSON BEHIND THE FACE, THAT CAN MAKE YOU LAUGH, MAY NOT BE SMILING INSIDE. JUST PUTTING ON A HAPPY FACE!
My mind sees the frown, and smile mask, so clear, at this moment. Absolutely NO ONE . . . knows, let alone understand, what truly goes on in someones . . . mind!
I say that, yet, I put my mind out for the world to see! That shows how smart, OR how stupid I am! Well, call it stupid if you want, however I believe what began as a nightly therapy session to relieve frustration, and depression, has enabled me to meet, that damn ol' Devil head on. Without this format, I'm sure, I would have slipped back into the grasps of the big D! No, not the Devil, DEPRESSION!~ I'm making light of it at this very moment, but it has sent major setbacks, and pert~ nert destroyed me at times!~
(Right now you're asking why is that crazy old man using them squiggly little lines? Because I can and I like them!)
I do not know where I'm headed on this at all, I do know for sure that this post has taken a complete about face, as to where I was going to go. Perhaps I shall share a little insight from my own battle. I'm not expecting you to understand. It's like a Boa Constrictor that'll suck the life tight out of you, as each new, and ever growing, with each new round, making the need of living, less meaningful, till the torment must stop, somehow, and so it shall . . . in one last act of desperation!!!
How many thousands, of lives are taken every year, by the act of trying to forget, to feel better. You have to know what I'm saying!!! The battle with alcohol, the battle with illegal drugs!
DAMN!! AND MARIJUANA GETS A BAD WRAP!!! That's probably the least type of illegal drug, one could fuck with! Look at the lives lost everyday from every other conceivable way to hide depression.
How many billions is made, and being spent on marketing campaigns, FOR LEGAL DRUGS?
Seems we the ones who have, and continue with the big D, never get cured! The cure ain't easy folks. It's not about how much money you have for combating the D with therapy, drugs.
In my case it's awareness, and understanding! It's always there! PLEASE do not give up, and let that BOA tighten, and tighten, and tighten, till there seems only one way out!
Have I fought with the urge to end it all? Absolutely, and I know that'll be in the back of my mind for as long as I live! Some day I'll write my story for all to read!
Oh my!!! Wasn't intending to go this route.
PLEASE . . . REMEMBER, THE PERSON BEHIND THE FACE, THAT CAN MAKE YOU LAUGH, MAY NOT BE SMILING INSIDE. JUST PUTTING ON A HAPPY FACE!
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
55 and over, are IRRELEVANT! WHAT???
It's 8 A M do you know where your mind is? I don't but about to find out! It be right here but nothin' wants to come out. This is what I call priming my mind, er I mean priming the pump, a tryin' to get somethun started. There's a plenty of thoughts in there but are afraid to come out. They don't want to get me on another useless tirade, ya see! Don't do no good, no how! Nobody in Daisyville gives a flyin' fuck, bout what an old man has to say!
At what point does the older ones seize, to be a functional part of the living. I had this thought a couple weeks ago then I read in a Business Magazine a story that made it seem more real.
First off my thought. I feel left out of the modern world have been for quite some time. Does each generation reach that point? It has to be so, but the reason I feel like an antique is the computers, the cellphones and all these magic gadgets that I'm not hooked on, and do not let control me, and my life. The children growing up in the last maybe 30 years or so, plop out of mother, and go for the toys it seems to me! Hell! if you want something to work with these gadgets get your 5 year old child or grandchild, they'll explain to you and you still won't get it!
Oh got off track, imagine me a doin' that! What I was going to say about that Business Magazine in a large city near me was. The writer of this article received a call from two national tracking companies. They asked him what age group he was in, when they both found out he was in the over 55 in their survey, they did not ask him any questions, they were polite, but did not care in where he spent his money. I as well as that 58 year old professional are irrelevant in today's society. I find that so alienating. His thought in his article, as well as mine before I read this article is, I'll bet you that the over 55 seniors have more money in which to spend than the younger generations. WE'RE IRRELEVANT!? Humm, I find that rather interesting to say the least.
When our children and grandchildren need money "who they gonna call!" I don't think they're gonna call them marketing information firms and ask them for money, like they would dad, mom, grandpa, or grandma!
I'll just betcha there's a lot of well off old-uns, that travel and spend a lot of money because they have it!
Well this is just another drawback of getting old!
I AM GETTING OLD, AND I DON'T LIKE IT. I HAVE THE ACHES AND PAINS OF A LIFETIME UNDER MY EVER GROWING BELT. I STILL NEED AND WANT TO WORK. I DON'T OWE A DIME TO NOBODY!
PLEASE TELL ME HOW A YOUNG COUPLE WITH KIDS ARE GOING TO GET BY TODAY?
COME ON TELL ME, I REALLY WANT TO KNOW!!! EVEN IF BOTH WORK AT MEDIOCRE JOBS, EVEN A COLLEGE EDUCATION DOES NOT GUARANTEE YOU, LIVABLE MONEY! THE SAD FACT IS, CHILDREN ARE LIVING LONGER WITH THEIR PARENTS. EVEN MARRIED ONES ARE LIVING WITH THEIR PARENTS. DIVORCES ARE HIGHER THAN EVER AND THEY'LL MOVE BACK IN WITH THEIR PARENTS. PARENTS ARE HAVING TO HELP THEIR CHILDREN AND HELP THEIR GRAND CHILDREN OUT OF DIRE NECESSITY. DON'T TELL ME, AN OVER 55 FAT OLD FUCKER! WE'RE IRRELEVANT!!! SANTA CLAUS AIN'T REAL BABY! THAT BE US OLD FART'S OF THE WORLD!!!!
"OH!,OH!,OH! I NOW SEE" SAID THE BLIND MAN! THEY WANT YOU HAVING HALF A DOZEN CREDITS INSTEAD OF HAVING MONEY! BE JUST LIKE THE GOVERNMENT PAYING INTEREST TO THEM BANKERS! I READ SEVERAL YEARS AGO, THAT WE THE AMERICAN TAXPAYERS PAID 35 MILLION DOLLARS AN HOUR ON THE MONEY BORROWED TO RUN THE GOVERNMENT. IT BE A HEAP HIGHER NOW I IMAGINE!!!
Awww . . . COME ON NOW! OUR GOVERNMENT WOULD NEVER LET SUCH A THING HAPPEN!!!
At what point does the older ones seize, to be a functional part of the living. I had this thought a couple weeks ago then I read in a Business Magazine a story that made it seem more real.
First off my thought. I feel left out of the modern world have been for quite some time. Does each generation reach that point? It has to be so, but the reason I feel like an antique is the computers, the cellphones and all these magic gadgets that I'm not hooked on, and do not let control me, and my life. The children growing up in the last maybe 30 years or so, plop out of mother, and go for the toys it seems to me! Hell! if you want something to work with these gadgets get your 5 year old child or grandchild, they'll explain to you and you still won't get it!
Oh got off track, imagine me a doin' that! What I was going to say about that Business Magazine in a large city near me was. The writer of this article received a call from two national tracking companies. They asked him what age group he was in, when they both found out he was in the over 55 in their survey, they did not ask him any questions, they were polite, but did not care in where he spent his money. I as well as that 58 year old professional are irrelevant in today's society. I find that so alienating. His thought in his article, as well as mine before I read this article is, I'll bet you that the over 55 seniors have more money in which to spend than the younger generations. WE'RE IRRELEVANT!? Humm, I find that rather interesting to say the least.
When our children and grandchildren need money "who they gonna call!" I don't think they're gonna call them marketing information firms and ask them for money, like they would dad, mom, grandpa, or grandma!
I'll just betcha there's a lot of well off old-uns, that travel and spend a lot of money because they have it!
Well this is just another drawback of getting old!
I AM GETTING OLD, AND I DON'T LIKE IT. I HAVE THE ACHES AND PAINS OF A LIFETIME UNDER MY EVER GROWING BELT. I STILL NEED AND WANT TO WORK. I DON'T OWE A DIME TO NOBODY!
PLEASE TELL ME HOW A YOUNG COUPLE WITH KIDS ARE GOING TO GET BY TODAY?
COME ON TELL ME, I REALLY WANT TO KNOW!!! EVEN IF BOTH WORK AT MEDIOCRE JOBS, EVEN A COLLEGE EDUCATION DOES NOT GUARANTEE YOU, LIVABLE MONEY! THE SAD FACT IS, CHILDREN ARE LIVING LONGER WITH THEIR PARENTS. EVEN MARRIED ONES ARE LIVING WITH THEIR PARENTS. DIVORCES ARE HIGHER THAN EVER AND THEY'LL MOVE BACK IN WITH THEIR PARENTS. PARENTS ARE HAVING TO HELP THEIR CHILDREN AND HELP THEIR GRAND CHILDREN OUT OF DIRE NECESSITY. DON'T TELL ME, AN OVER 55 FAT OLD FUCKER! WE'RE IRRELEVANT!!! SANTA CLAUS AIN'T REAL BABY! THAT BE US OLD FART'S OF THE WORLD!!!!
"OH!,OH!,OH! I NOW SEE" SAID THE BLIND MAN! THEY WANT YOU HAVING HALF A DOZEN CREDITS INSTEAD OF HAVING MONEY! BE JUST LIKE THE GOVERNMENT PAYING INTEREST TO THEM BANKERS! I READ SEVERAL YEARS AGO, THAT WE THE AMERICAN TAXPAYERS PAID 35 MILLION DOLLARS AN HOUR ON THE MONEY BORROWED TO RUN THE GOVERNMENT. IT BE A HEAP HIGHER NOW I IMAGINE!!!
Awww . . . COME ON NOW! OUR GOVERNMENT WOULD NEVER LET SUCH A THING HAPPEN!!!
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Is that too much too hope for?
Welcome to my world, please come right on in. Nice to see you. This old world may be getting nuts, but I shall forever be the same. Good or bad there's no one to blame, it's what is, and what was meant to be . . I reckon! Can't be what we're not. They'll see right through you!
Been in another one of my ever increasing slumps, as in physical inabilities. The act of work increasingly takes its toil, on an ever increasing age. With that comes a decrease in "EVERYTHING!" Knees and back are shot!
Chronic ailments push me farther beyond my capabilities. I had planned to work till age 70. That's when my mother retired, and I did not see any reason why I could not repeat that. Well . . . I do believe we're all different! No matter how much I try to carry onward, I know in my heart, I must reduce my work hours, semi retire or retire altogether. I cannot get it through my head though, do I push, and push, my body, mind and soul until??? The will to continue, just as before, is still there.
There is another factor. The unavoidable conflict I needlessly fight everyday, from not being able to look the other way, at work, or just say "the hell with it! It doesn't matter, nothing I can do about it!"
Ahh! Now we're getting somewhere as I become a Psychiatrist and psycho babble myself.
I rode around the other as in 2 A M Sunday morn. Once it was so special, as me and my old dog Aussie Blue, would ride and search for Bigfoot. It's a private joke between me and her. I'd buy her beef jerky, the kind with a Big Foot character on the package. We'd ride around in the old Chevrolet Venture Van, searching for adventure as sidekicks of the night. I imagined her once again Sunday morning riding along, as I reminisce of them special times we once enjoyed. No matter how cold it was she had to have her window down. I'd have the heater on full blast. If I rolled it up she'd give me hell, she always got her way!
I cried, everything changes, we can't stop it, can we?
"We cannot push back the tides of change," I read that somewhere. Quite poetic!
I grow tired of putting the happy face on, when a frown is called for! I grow tired of keeping my mouth shut, when riding my horse shouting "ALL IS NOT WELL!" Is what is needed.
I'm just a tired old fool, why can't I die in peace? Is that too much to ask for?
Do I allow myself to have a dream, in possibly the last act of my sometimes tormented soul . . . by my own hands?
Yet I cling to one thing, perhaps one purpose I have given myself, and what the last several years of challenge, has brought me to one understanding!
Simple perhaps to most, yet please believe me when I tell you, "it hasn't been!"
Too place my overabundance of dreams, and the many, many, short stories from Apples to Zinc. I wish to have the time to give to you!!!!
THAT MY DEAR FRIENDS OF AROUND THE WORLD IS WHAT I WISH FOR.
OH! oh! oh! I visualize one book as I would like to write "The Life And Times Of Bill Lee Hill."
IS THAT TOO MUCH, TOO HOPE FOR? Glen
Been in another one of my ever increasing slumps, as in physical inabilities. The act of work increasingly takes its toil, on an ever increasing age. With that comes a decrease in "EVERYTHING!" Knees and back are shot!
Chronic ailments push me farther beyond my capabilities. I had planned to work till age 70. That's when my mother retired, and I did not see any reason why I could not repeat that. Well . . . I do believe we're all different! No matter how much I try to carry onward, I know in my heart, I must reduce my work hours, semi retire or retire altogether. I cannot get it through my head though, do I push, and push, my body, mind and soul until??? The will to continue, just as before, is still there.
There is another factor. The unavoidable conflict I needlessly fight everyday, from not being able to look the other way, at work, or just say "the hell with it! It doesn't matter, nothing I can do about it!"
Ahh! Now we're getting somewhere as I become a Psychiatrist and psycho babble myself.
I rode around the other as in 2 A M Sunday morn. Once it was so special, as me and my old dog Aussie Blue, would ride and search for Bigfoot. It's a private joke between me and her. I'd buy her beef jerky, the kind with a Big Foot character on the package. We'd ride around in the old Chevrolet Venture Van, searching for adventure as sidekicks of the night. I imagined her once again Sunday morning riding along, as I reminisce of them special times we once enjoyed. No matter how cold it was she had to have her window down. I'd have the heater on full blast. If I rolled it up she'd give me hell, she always got her way!
I cried, everything changes, we can't stop it, can we?
"We cannot push back the tides of change," I read that somewhere. Quite poetic!
I grow tired of putting the happy face on, when a frown is called for! I grow tired of keeping my mouth shut, when riding my horse shouting "ALL IS NOT WELL!" Is what is needed.
I'm just a tired old fool, why can't I die in peace? Is that too much to ask for?
Do I allow myself to have a dream, in possibly the last act of my sometimes tormented soul . . . by my own hands?
Yet I cling to one thing, perhaps one purpose I have given myself, and what the last several years of challenge, has brought me to one understanding!
Simple perhaps to most, yet please believe me when I tell you, "it hasn't been!"
Too place my overabundance of dreams, and the many, many, short stories from Apples to Zinc. I wish to have the time to give to you!!!!
THAT MY DEAR FRIENDS OF AROUND THE WORLD IS WHAT I WISH FOR.
OH! oh! oh! I visualize one book as I would like to write "The Life And Times Of Bill Lee Hill."
IS THAT TOO MUCH, TOO HOPE FOR? Glen
Monday, August 11, 2014
Sleep tight and dream of better days!
Too purty a nite to sleep away. It be 75 degrees at midnight. I go get me a midnite snack. (No Barg's root beer tonite, I don't wanna get pulled over for feeling too good while drivin'. I was a mite out of it
the other nite after drinking a large rooty-tooty-root beer! What is in them things? I may have discovered me a cheap way, of feeling, too darn good!
Must be a root of something or they couldn't call it root beer. That fricking root beer was striking synapses in me head that I thought were long burnt out! Was the fourth of July!
Sassafras root or bark is used for the taste. That explains everything!!! I sure-nuff was sassy after drinking that rooty beer!
Here is the other ingredients per Barg's own recipe. It is owned by Coca-Cola company.
Carbonated water, high fructose corn syrup and or sucrose, caramel color, sodium benzoate, (to protect taste,) citric acid, caffeine, artificial and natural flavors.
Don't seem no different than any other sodie-pop I suppose. All sodie pop and them caffeine drinks are a turnin' us all into a bunch o fruit loops!
Here's what I think it might of been. By the time Friday rolls around old Glen be tiirreedd! I have this chronic thing happening, then you add hafting to work, being hungry, REAL HUNGRY!!!!
Yes sir ree! I was thirstier that a herd of cattle, who has not had water for days. Then they get the smell of water up ahead! ONLY, with me I smelled the uniqueness of root beer! Whow-wee! I did drink it too fast, causin' it were soo good! Add to that caffeine, incidentally which is not in all root beer. "BELIEVE IT OR NOT!"
I think it must of been that Sassafras ingredient! Must a done went and done somethun to an old tired man with many disorders of the mind and body!!! Oh! I did also read, sassafras root, sassafras bark or other artificial ingredients. Ah-oh! Other artificial ingredients scare this here predicament out of me.
It is now two days later, time for, "what is on old Glen's mind."
Damn, apparently noth-ing! Rain has fallin' on my synapses ( fire crackers ) ain't none a firing!
I reckon I'll haft to try the meditating thing, please hold as I visit that state betwixt, alive and death. where people, attempt to find deeper awareness.
It's so quiet in my house I could hear a pin drop if I could hear better! The dog has had enough of my company and is asleep. The wife has gone to work and it's just me and you. Once parties and other craziness would be on my mind. Now it's just getting through another day for the Slavemaster.
The trouble is anymore I go to sleep and don't wake up for eight to nine hours. Don't have to go to the bathroom and since I'm hard of hearing I don't hear nothing unless my little yapper be a yapping! Never in all my born days have I slept like this! It creates some beautiful dream time, which I really love!
Decided to start taking some senior vitamins, may not help, but surely cannot harm me. I try to eliminate as much salt in my diet as possible. Seems eating all meals at home is the only way to do that. I have gotten use to not using salt at home on nothing. Not even on my favorite fried taters, nor anything I prepare at home.
I bought a sandwich at the convenience store the other day for lunch at work. I looked at the salt content before nuking it and there was1300 mg's of sodium. This was a larger than normal cheeseburger. I said nope! I did not eat it. I give it to my chocolate lab who stays outside and DAMN!!! It be a damn good thing I keep him in plenty of fresh water! He seemed to of bloated up a bit on that cheeseburger!!!
Let's see if I have any thoughts for today floating around.
You know I think I've finally figured out why these new convenience store are being built real close to these big ass super duper Wally's World's. You can zip in and zip out if yer in a hurry for the necessities, such as milk, cigarettes, monster caffeine drinks, bottled water, lottery tickets, regular sodie-pop and gasoline. The ones being built around me are stocking more and more of what the old mommy and poppy stores use to have. See--- it--- is--- MORE CONVENIENT, even though you're going to pay more. Who the hell wants to spend time in one of them "wander around stores!"
WELL I RECKON "THAT'S ALL FOLKS!!!!!!"
Sleep tight and dream of better days! Yeah right!
Sunday, August 10, 2014
You can see me if only you try!
From out of the air, possibly on the other side of the world, you can see me if only, you try.
Imagine me, at the ripe young age of twenty four, the sketch of me shows you how.
I have not aged a day, well possibly 18,250 + or - a few. I now keep my hair trimmed to one half inch length. I still wear glasses, no contact lenses for me!
I now wear the aging of almost a lifetime on my body, imagine that onto the sketch. Once hair of brown and beard the same, has been white for a heap of years.
Eyes once clear as the Canadian Rockies, now show the smog of L. A. or Beijing.
What lies behind the mask of life, is what I write about for you to see.
My hearing has lapsed enough, for many lifetimes. My waning eyes can still, fill in the blanks.
The work of life, shows on my body, as I go from point A to B. I walk slower and show several glitches in my stride. Actually . . . no longer a stride, as one might see in the strut of the young today. Mine would be a small stride, with a limp and determination, to get there!
My old joints ache with the fire of lighting a Colorado joint, legal today. ( Perhaps I need me some of them Denver self-medication! YEAH! My body would feel younger, even if just, for a spell! )
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"I'll take you there!"
All you gotta do, is sit down at your computer. That be right simple. Tune into Glenview. I'd truly recommend starting 782 post ago. Many a thoughts, rants, and stories are there. My heart and soul is all there, for the whole wide world to see. All you gotta do is????
IMAGINE . . . A GRAY HAIRED BEARDED SANTA LOOKING MAN, COMING TO YOU, MOST EVERY NIGHT, FROM DEEP IN THE HEARTLAND, IN MY SMALL TOWN, FROM MY SMALL COUNTY, OF MY SMALL STATE, FROM MY COUNTRY. FOR IT DOES NOT MATTER, WHAT COUNTRY WE HAIL FROM, WE . . . ME AND YOU, FROM CALIFORNIA TO NORWAY, TO SPAIN, TO SIBERIA, TO BEIJING, INDIA, AUSTRALIA AND EVERYWHERE IN BETWEEN, WE ARE ONE AND THE SAME!!!
THE ASSHOLES THAT LEADETH US, NOT TO TEMPTATION, BUT TO DEATH, DON'T CARE A FRIENDLY FIRE, ABOUT US! WE'RE THE FATTED CALF, ONLY WE'RE A LINING THEIR POCKETS WITH GOLD, AND DOING THEIR BIDDING WITH OUR BLOOD, MY FRIENDS!
Goodnight, and let's keep any missile from launching anywhere! GLEN
Imagine me, at the ripe young age of twenty four, the sketch of me shows you how.
I have not aged a day, well possibly 18,250 + or - a few. I now keep my hair trimmed to one half inch length. I still wear glasses, no contact lenses for me!
I now wear the aging of almost a lifetime on my body, imagine that onto the sketch. Once hair of brown and beard the same, has been white for a heap of years.
Eyes once clear as the Canadian Rockies, now show the smog of L. A. or Beijing.
What lies behind the mask of life, is what I write about for you to see.
My hearing has lapsed enough, for many lifetimes. My waning eyes can still, fill in the blanks.
The work of life, shows on my body, as I go from point A to B. I walk slower and show several glitches in my stride. Actually . . . no longer a stride, as one might see in the strut of the young today. Mine would be a small stride, with a limp and determination, to get there!
My old joints ache with the fire of lighting a Colorado joint, legal today. ( Perhaps I need me some of them Denver self-medication! YEAH! My body would feel younger, even if just, for a spell! )
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"I'll take you there!"
All you gotta do, is sit down at your computer. That be right simple. Tune into Glenview. I'd truly recommend starting 782 post ago. Many a thoughts, rants, and stories are there. My heart and soul is all there, for the whole wide world to see. All you gotta do is????
IMAGINE . . . A GRAY HAIRED BEARDED SANTA LOOKING MAN, COMING TO YOU, MOST EVERY NIGHT, FROM DEEP IN THE HEARTLAND, IN MY SMALL TOWN, FROM MY SMALL COUNTY, OF MY SMALL STATE, FROM MY COUNTRY. FOR IT DOES NOT MATTER, WHAT COUNTRY WE HAIL FROM, WE . . . ME AND YOU, FROM CALIFORNIA TO NORWAY, TO SPAIN, TO SIBERIA, TO BEIJING, INDIA, AUSTRALIA AND EVERYWHERE IN BETWEEN, WE ARE ONE AND THE SAME!!!
THE ASSHOLES THAT LEADETH US, NOT TO TEMPTATION, BUT TO DEATH, DON'T CARE A FRIENDLY FIRE, ABOUT US! WE'RE THE FATTED CALF, ONLY WE'RE A LINING THEIR POCKETS WITH GOLD, AND DOING THEIR BIDDING WITH OUR BLOOD, MY FRIENDS!
Goodnight, and let's keep any missile from launching anywhere! GLEN
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Root Beer, and Castrated Hogs. (yes really!)
Hello my friends, you don't mind if I call you that, do you? I shall answer for you.
"Hell no! If we come back here to Glenview, to check out where your mind is, then we need help too!"
"I concur!"
It's Saturday in the A M and AM I tired! I was baaad! After work I was so HUNGRY! Others were baaad at work, but I was goood! They "worked me like a borrowed mule."
I'm also woozy, as in light headed, and a feeling rights goood!
If this damn spell check don't quit fixing my words I'mma, gonna, smack the letters off the screen!
I went to a place we call White Castle, got me a few of them little square cheeseburgers, with onion cooked on them. And a Barg's fountain root beer. Damn that root beer done went and done somethun to me brain, annnd me whole fricking body!!!
I have not had me any alcohol of no kind, in more years than I can count! Damnnn, don't have fun at all!
"""I believvve, I'lll get me one of them Barg's, root beer, eveeery night!""" Better still, I'lll get me a super large, as in 64 ounce insulated mugs and filll er up everrry night before I go to work.
Take me a huge hit, afore I walk in the dooor. I'lll be a singin', "tonights the night, everything gonna be alright!"
Susie will ask "what's the matter with you, you're singing and smiling?"
Me "oh, I be on some new medication! I ainna taking no more of those Doctor prescribed pills, I be on pooor man's-sodie-pop, and I be a popping baby!!!"
"Buttt . . . Gleeen, you can't work like that!" Susie emphasizes!
"The hell I caaan't, watch me now!"
I MIGHT BE A BIT OUT OF HAND TONIGHT, SO I'LL TRY A THOUGHT FOR TODAY.
As far as the ability to hear and converse, I'd be better off wearing hearing protection, instead of my hearing aids!
The dollar amount of an item, is determined by the dollar amount willing to be paid, by some one.
Welll, let me just say this about that! I do watch some late, as in really late, as in 3 A M, and there MUST be, a lot of really stupid people, willing to pay ANY price on the silly ass things I see!
Helll, they'lll give it to you frrreee + shipping and handling. Okay! okay! okay! I figure if their going to give you something frrreee, ya see, then they must be charging you an arm, and a leg for the handling and shipping part!
Heeere's what I figure, they'll have some local, big ass freaking morons, deliver your product, demanding the handling and shipping fee. So all you gotta do is let grandma answer the door, and have her do one of them Kung-pow moves, she be a learning on, The Destroyer Channel. Kung-pow them in the dumb-nuts, and they'll forfeit the handlin' and their shippin' fee! They'll be a squealing like castrated hogs!!
"Hell no! If we come back here to Glenview, to check out where your mind is, then we need help too!"
"I concur!"
It's Saturday in the A M and AM I tired! I was baaad! After work I was so HUNGRY! Others were baaad at work, but I was goood! They "worked me like a borrowed mule."
I'm also woozy, as in light headed, and a feeling rights goood!
If this damn spell check don't quit fixing my words I'mma, gonna, smack the letters off the screen!
I went to a place we call White Castle, got me a few of them little square cheeseburgers, with onion cooked on them. And a Barg's fountain root beer. Damn that root beer done went and done somethun to me brain, annnd me whole fricking body!!!
I have not had me any alcohol of no kind, in more years than I can count! Damnnn, don't have fun at all!
"""I believvve, I'lll get me one of them Barg's, root beer, eveeery night!""" Better still, I'lll get me a super large, as in 64 ounce insulated mugs and filll er up everrry night before I go to work.
Take me a huge hit, afore I walk in the dooor. I'lll be a singin', "tonights the night, everything gonna be alright!"
Susie will ask "what's the matter with you, you're singing and smiling?"
Me "oh, I be on some new medication! I ainna taking no more of those Doctor prescribed pills, I be on pooor man's-sodie-pop, and I be a popping baby!!!"
"Buttt . . . Gleeen, you can't work like that!" Susie emphasizes!
"The hell I caaan't, watch me now!"
I MIGHT BE A BIT OUT OF HAND TONIGHT, SO I'LL TRY A THOUGHT FOR TODAY.
As far as the ability to hear and converse, I'd be better off wearing hearing protection, instead of my hearing aids!
The dollar amount of an item, is determined by the dollar amount willing to be paid, by some one.
Welll, let me just say this about that! I do watch some late, as in really late, as in 3 A M, and there MUST be, a lot of really stupid people, willing to pay ANY price on the silly ass things I see!
Helll, they'lll give it to you frrreee + shipping and handling. Okay! okay! okay! I figure if their going to give you something frrreee, ya see, then they must be charging you an arm, and a leg for the handling and shipping part!
Heeere's what I figure, they'll have some local, big ass freaking morons, deliver your product, demanding the handling and shipping fee. So all you gotta do is let grandma answer the door, and have her do one of them Kung-pow moves, she be a learning on, The Destroyer Channel. Kung-pow them in the dumb-nuts, and they'll forfeit the handlin' and their shippin' fee! They'll be a squealing like castrated hogs!!
Friday, August 8, 2014
I wish, I'd Just Went to Bed!
It's practice time again. You know, my late night attempt to conquer this darn keyboard. It's a tough one, ya see! So many numbers and letters and stuff I don't know about. Sometimes I'm afraid if I hit the wrong button I may end up some where's else!
The word necessarily popped into my mind. I haven't the faintest idea why. I think, I know what the word means, but I don't think I've ever used it. I understand necessary, that makes some sense. Necessarily does not necessarily make sense to me. DAMN!!! I done went and used it in a sentence and don't even understand the word! Hey, maybe, do you reckon I'm starting to get the hang of this writing thing. I surely have been a practicing, almost every night. NAH! Just one of them coincidences.
Holy Ginseng knife . . . I did look it up, and I sware,
(My spell checky, I call it Chuckie, put them darn red underlines under sware. Now if I take that word sware and rearrange the last three letters I come up with swear and Chuckie accepts it.)
I'm losing too many brain synapses every day, did you understand that? Let me tell you.
Do you want me to tell you? Okay I just wanted to make sure! I love the pronunciation from people from all around this world and the way they speak the English language! I really do. I'm certainly not going to make fun of them. I have been hard headed, and hard of hearing, all my life. I cannot properly pronounce, or is it enunciate, my words, properly 'cause I cannot understand what goes through my ear canal. My ringy-dingy-vibrating-thing-a-ma-bobbies, dangy, are fucked up!!!
SORRY ABOUT THAT, BUT AS YOU CAN SEE, I MIGHT, BE A MITE TOUCHY ABOUT CERTAIN THINGS!
Whew-wee!
I try to stay in my neighborhood as far as meandering around the blog community.
I simply don't understand them! And that my dear pals is the truth. They be a throwing around what I consider to be made up words, just like mine! The topic gets lost in the big words.
I figure there's plenty of room for all in the gazillion of blogs.
I wish I would of just gone to bed!
Let's play thoughts of the day for $200 Mr. Trebek.
When I become aware of how big the world is, I pray to return to the beginning, wayyy, before being born. I wish to return to that microscopic wiggly squiggly microscopic tadpole of a spermy thing and hide forever, refusing to come out! AIN'T NO WAY, JOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NECESSARILY, In an essential manner.
~~~~~~~~~~~~ , In a manner as would not be otherwise. (That sure explains, everything!)
~~~~~~~~~~~~ , As a highly likely consequence.
IN CLOSING YOUR HONOR, SEEMS HIGHLY IRREGULAR TO LOSE A JET AIRLINER! THEN A FEW MONTHS LATER ONE GETS BLOWWN UP BY A MISSILE?
"STRIKE THAT STATEMENT YOUR OUT OF ORDER." I've always been out of order!!!!!!
The word necessarily popped into my mind. I haven't the faintest idea why. I think, I know what the word means, but I don't think I've ever used it. I understand necessary, that makes some sense. Necessarily does not necessarily make sense to me. DAMN!!! I done went and used it in a sentence and don't even understand the word! Hey, maybe, do you reckon I'm starting to get the hang of this writing thing. I surely have been a practicing, almost every night. NAH! Just one of them coincidences.
Holy Ginseng knife . . . I did look it up, and I sware,
(My spell checky, I call it Chuckie, put them darn red underlines under sware. Now if I take that word sware and rearrange the last three letters I come up with swear and Chuckie accepts it.)
I'm losing too many brain synapses every day, did you understand that? Let me tell you.
Do you want me to tell you? Okay I just wanted to make sure! I love the pronunciation from people from all around this world and the way they speak the English language! I really do. I'm certainly not going to make fun of them. I have been hard headed, and hard of hearing, all my life. I cannot properly pronounce, or is it enunciate, my words, properly 'cause I cannot understand what goes through my ear canal. My ringy-dingy-vibrating-thing-a-ma-bobbies, dangy, are fucked up!!!
SORRY ABOUT THAT, BUT AS YOU CAN SEE, I MIGHT, BE A MITE TOUCHY ABOUT CERTAIN THINGS!
Whew-wee!
I try to stay in my neighborhood as far as meandering around the blog community.
I simply don't understand them! And that my dear pals is the truth. They be a throwing around what I consider to be made up words, just like mine! The topic gets lost in the big words.
I figure there's plenty of room for all in the gazillion of blogs.
I wish I would of just gone to bed!
Let's play thoughts of the day for $200 Mr. Trebek.
When I become aware of how big the world is, I pray to return to the beginning, wayyy, before being born. I wish to return to that microscopic wiggly squiggly microscopic tadpole of a spermy thing and hide forever, refusing to come out! AIN'T NO WAY, JOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NECESSARILY, In an essential manner.
~~~~~~~~~~~~ , In a manner as would not be otherwise. (That sure explains, everything!)
~~~~~~~~~~~~ , As a highly likely consequence.
IN CLOSING YOUR HONOR, SEEMS HIGHLY IRREGULAR TO LOSE A JET AIRLINER! THEN A FEW MONTHS LATER ONE GETS BLOWWN UP BY A MISSILE?
"STRIKE THAT STATEMENT YOUR OUT OF ORDER." I've always been out of order!!!!!!
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Aa Regular Kind A Guy!!!
I just walked in the door, this time of the year when the corn has reached its growth, I like to ride round and smell the sweetness. Please tell me you understand that, because it's one of life's little pleasures I simply looove!!! So that's what I did for awhile to relax, and get away from the ev-IL-ness of life, AND the stuipid-ness of the modern workin' environment out my way, here in Daisyville, in the Heartland. I call where I work Doodletoon.
Welll . . . it were another one for the record book tonight. Yes it was! Had me a laughing, instead of crying. Thanks . . . for the wonderful healing ability of laughter! Amen . . . to that brothers and sisters on this little rock of a world in the Milky Way Galaxy! ( I first spelled galaxy, galaxie. Now you would of still understood what this here old man was a sayin' right? Of course you would have! )
((( Once upon a time I wrote a story 'bout my favorite character ever, Bill Lee Hill, his Ma and Pa, guess what I did? I misspelled every darn word on porpoise. ( No not a porpoise as in Flipper the porpoise! I did it on purpose. ) I'll try and track that down and make a post of it. I have it filled under S for STUPID!
I WROTE THE PART ABOVE A COUPLE HOURS AGO. LET'S SEE WHERE ME MIND TAKETH US NOW!
I am not going to preach doom and gloom here in my hometown of Daisyville, no sir!~~~~~~~
(I love them squiggly little lines!) We all know we're being raped, pillaged, and plundered! OH SHITE! Hope I didn't ruin your day!!!!!!
Sorry, the Devil got into me, ah, ha, ha, ha! That's what my grandma use to say when we kids use to get into trouble. No, no, no, I ain't in no trouble, BUT THIS HERE OLD WORLD SEEMS TO BE IN A HEAP, DON'T IT?????
Shall we play, "what did I learn today," or my favorite "thoughts for today."
"What did I learn today?" That there friends of the world is a most interesting qwestion! (And yes I know I misspeeled, qwestion, also misspelled, but who give's a giant rat's ass? ) I lurned, zip, nada, nuthin!
I'll now attempt "thoughts for today."
DAMN!!!~~~~~What did they put in my nighttime medicine? I feel like a drunk man, who thinks he is walking straight!
When it takes you twice as long to do a job, does that mean you're working twice as hard, or half as much? I do get cornfused, here in Daisyville!
Since I'm doing math qwestions, you remember them word math qwestions in school? Like if a train if going 50 mph going east and one is going west at 100 mph when will they go SPLATT?
Now they'll try and trick ya with these word qwestions! Do you have the answer?
You really must think.
First off, you know this is a trick qwestion, you don't have enough facts to answer the qwestion!
WRONG!
First off ain't no frickin train here in the U. S. gonna go 50 mph! Them be the slowest S. O. B's !
Now, if yer going 100 mph, you must be in Japan!
The answer is . . . they'll never go SPLATT! Too much ocean in between!!!
What is the point here?
There is not a point!
Ya see I was real good at real/normal math, the common sense math that even stupid people would use every day. THEN . . . they, as in these brilliant educated, educators, that have nothing to do, done went and sabotaged me young, still forming mind!
"What did they do to me?"
Some where's in them overeducated minds they decide to put me in more advanced program. Algebra never made no sense to me. Hey, I'm going to be in a factory for over forty years what in the hell do I need to make sense of somethun, that makes no sense? My family comes from slopping hogs and raising taters, and maters. (potatoes and tomatoes.)
You know these overeducated ding-a-lings took me will to learn anymore, right out of me! Yes they did! I head into high school in advanced classes In Science, Math or whatever the fuck you call that advanced shite! Hells fire! I wasn't going to help send a man to the moon!
I had to redo Science and uppity Math classes. They place me back where I belong in the regular/normal/average going to work all me life in a factory class, and I done right good.
YA SEE THIS HERE IS WHERE I BELONG, A REGULAR KIND A GUY.
Welll . . . it were another one for the record book tonight. Yes it was! Had me a laughing, instead of crying. Thanks . . . for the wonderful healing ability of laughter! Amen . . . to that brothers and sisters on this little rock of a world in the Milky Way Galaxy! ( I first spelled galaxy, galaxie. Now you would of still understood what this here old man was a sayin' right? Of course you would have! )
((( Once upon a time I wrote a story 'bout my favorite character ever, Bill Lee Hill, his Ma and Pa, guess what I did? I misspelled every darn word on porpoise. ( No not a porpoise as in Flipper the porpoise! I did it on purpose. ) I'll try and track that down and make a post of it. I have it filled under S for STUPID!
I WROTE THE PART ABOVE A COUPLE HOURS AGO. LET'S SEE WHERE ME MIND TAKETH US NOW!
I am not going to preach doom and gloom here in my hometown of Daisyville, no sir!~~~~~~~
(I love them squiggly little lines!) We all know we're being raped, pillaged, and plundered! OH SHITE! Hope I didn't ruin your day!!!!!!
Sorry, the Devil got into me, ah, ha, ha, ha! That's what my grandma use to say when we kids use to get into trouble. No, no, no, I ain't in no trouble, BUT THIS HERE OLD WORLD SEEMS TO BE IN A HEAP, DON'T IT?????
Shall we play, "what did I learn today," or my favorite "thoughts for today."
"What did I learn today?" That there friends of the world is a most interesting qwestion! (And yes I know I misspeeled, qwestion, also misspelled, but who give's a giant rat's ass? ) I lurned, zip, nada, nuthin!
I'll now attempt "thoughts for today."
DAMN!!!~~~~~What did they put in my nighttime medicine? I feel like a drunk man, who thinks he is walking straight!
When it takes you twice as long to do a job, does that mean you're working twice as hard, or half as much? I do get cornfused, here in Daisyville!
Since I'm doing math qwestions, you remember them word math qwestions in school? Like if a train if going 50 mph going east and one is going west at 100 mph when will they go SPLATT?
Now they'll try and trick ya with these word qwestions! Do you have the answer?
You really must think.
First off, you know this is a trick qwestion, you don't have enough facts to answer the qwestion!
WRONG!
First off ain't no frickin train here in the U. S. gonna go 50 mph! Them be the slowest S. O. B's !
Now, if yer going 100 mph, you must be in Japan!
The answer is . . . they'll never go SPLATT! Too much ocean in between!!!
What is the point here?
There is not a point!
Ya see I was real good at real/normal math, the common sense math that even stupid people would use every day. THEN . . . they, as in these brilliant educated, educators, that have nothing to do, done went and sabotaged me young, still forming mind!
"What did they do to me?"
Some where's in them overeducated minds they decide to put me in more advanced program. Algebra never made no sense to me. Hey, I'm going to be in a factory for over forty years what in the hell do I need to make sense of somethun, that makes no sense? My family comes from slopping hogs and raising taters, and maters. (potatoes and tomatoes.)
You know these overeducated ding-a-lings took me will to learn anymore, right out of me! Yes they did! I head into high school in advanced classes In Science, Math or whatever the fuck you call that advanced shite! Hells fire! I wasn't going to help send a man to the moon!
I had to redo Science and uppity Math classes. They place me back where I belong in the regular/normal/average going to work all me life in a factory class, and I done right good.
YA SEE THIS HERE IS WHERE I BELONG, A REGULAR KIND A GUY.
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
U Title!
I'm tired! I'm tired of being me. I'm going to attempt self analysis. The question I'm going to ask myself is . . . .
Why am I tired of being me?
At this exact moment a I have a throw over my shoulders because both my shoulder hurt like hell! I will go to bed and get some relief, than give it a go another day, I know nothing else! That sounds sad and is, because I know no other way to feel of self worth, other than working. My life has found itself reduced to this.
I am haunted with the ability to see right from wrong, liars, people who use others and so on and so forth . . . . . . . . . . . I hate it! Seeing these things eats me alive from the inside and these other people that do these things don't seem to give a shite!!! So why am I concerned? I don't fucking know or understand! Damn it all to hell I hate it. If stupidity is bliss, I demand to be struck stupid please!!!
I have learned lately I can give only partial of what I'm capable of and nobody will notice or care. God how awful that is! If you cannot beat 'em, join 'em . . . The cockroach ones are treated better than those who are the foundation.
There is an old saying "the squeaky wheel gets all the grease." That's for sure!
I am cursed and will most likely visit my grave site early because I cannot stop being whom I am!
I'm old fashion and respect people who give their all. That does in no way mean respecting those who can do more than the others! Please understand that!
We're all limited in physical and God knows mental ability.
Use to leadership was a special title. Doesn't matter what title or how much leadership to give. It meant RESPONSIBILITY! with responsibility comes many things. You put on a special hat and think beyond you measly self. Yes that's right. What has happened to the special people that take on RESPONSIBILITY.
WE NOW LACK THE RESPONSIBILITY THAT GOES WITH LEADERSHIP MORE THAN EVER IN MY OVER 60 YEARS OF LIFE. IF IT AIN'T SHOWN IN A HOUSEHOLD TO BEGIN WITH, YOU THINK ONE WILL EVER WEAR THAT HAT?
WE SO LACK RESPONSIBLE LEADERS A DEATH SENTENCE LIES ON ALL OF US, FROM THE SIMPLEST TITLE OF LEADERSHIP TO THE LEADERS OF NATIONS, WE'RE GONERS BABY!!! WE'RE DEADING PEOPLE WORKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Why am I tired of being me?
At this exact moment a I have a throw over my shoulders because both my shoulder hurt like hell! I will go to bed and get some relief, than give it a go another day, I know nothing else! That sounds sad and is, because I know no other way to feel of self worth, other than working. My life has found itself reduced to this.
I am haunted with the ability to see right from wrong, liars, people who use others and so on and so forth . . . . . . . . . . . I hate it! Seeing these things eats me alive from the inside and these other people that do these things don't seem to give a shite!!! So why am I concerned? I don't fucking know or understand! Damn it all to hell I hate it. If stupidity is bliss, I demand to be struck stupid please!!!
I have learned lately I can give only partial of what I'm capable of and nobody will notice or care. God how awful that is! If you cannot beat 'em, join 'em . . . The cockroach ones are treated better than those who are the foundation.
There is an old saying "the squeaky wheel gets all the grease." That's for sure!
I am cursed and will most likely visit my grave site early because I cannot stop being whom I am!
I'm old fashion and respect people who give their all. That does in no way mean respecting those who can do more than the others! Please understand that!
We're all limited in physical and God knows mental ability.
Use to leadership was a special title. Doesn't matter what title or how much leadership to give. It meant RESPONSIBILITY! with responsibility comes many things. You put on a special hat and think beyond you measly self. Yes that's right. What has happened to the special people that take on RESPONSIBILITY.
WE NOW LACK THE RESPONSIBILITY THAT GOES WITH LEADERSHIP MORE THAN EVER IN MY OVER 60 YEARS OF LIFE. IF IT AIN'T SHOWN IN A HOUSEHOLD TO BEGIN WITH, YOU THINK ONE WILL EVER WEAR THAT HAT?
WE SO LACK RESPONSIBLE LEADERS A DEATH SENTENCE LIES ON ALL OF US, FROM THE SIMPLEST TITLE OF LEADERSHIP TO THE LEADERS OF NATIONS, WE'RE GONERS BABY!!! WE'RE DEADING PEOPLE WORKING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, August 4, 2014
A Vaccine For Stupidity! (Timster this one's for you!)
What say . . . we play, what, or where be, Glen's mind today! Dag-nap it! Had me thoughts and wrote some partial post over this weekend, but darn it I tried to capture enough of the ideas to finish later. You know what? What seemed to be a good one, I thought would make a real good post, has blown away through the caverns of my mind, Yep!!! Once again unfinished posts are stacking up, yes sir good buddies.
Mowed me yard today and old Glen be sneezing and such ya know. I hate that shit! Called into work for a few hours, on the weekend, driving the truck. Ya know, seems yer not an important person, until you're needed. Then yer mighty important!
Damn computer is doing some strange shit! It's four years old and used only for Glenview, ancient I'd reckon by computer technology, and being used by a person, who is ancient by modern computer standards. Not used enough to be worn out except for the spell check gizmo! I probably sneezed on it and give it the a virus!
I suppose I fit the definition for a cantankerous old cuss at work. I have lived long enough to earn that title. I'm right proud of that.
What is the meaning of cantankerous? Hell I don't know, maybe ornery.
What makes me cantankerous is I know right from wrong and am not afraid to use it. I gotta be me, I gotta be me! Sorry! Didn't mean to go there, work I mean!
That cantankerous sounds like a disease or an illness. Well I think we need more of that cantankerous going around. If being cantankerous can stop stupidity then count me in!
This weekend has gone by faster than the last one. Boy! I be a struggling tonight to get somethun a going here maybe I'll just try for a thought for the day and go to bed!
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If I lived in the desert I would not have to mow grass. I'd die from heatstroke!
I used to think I was "dumber than owl shit." Now that I know I'm smarter than owl shit. Why don't I feel a heap better?
Oh! oh! oh! I read that my government was sending aid to Israel, in the form of missiles. I had hoped that we had used them all up in our previous two attempts at conquest, but no I reckon you never run out of such toys for GROWN, CIVILIZED, men!
When I was growing up I though Jew meant rich, by that equation we definitely need to charge them, so we can pay down our national debt, or use that money to buy more Viagra for them Politicians. After their current recess they'll need to get things up and going again!
You know, there are way too many viruses going around the world today. if we could just find a vaccine for one, the world would be a better place. With all the modern medicine, they'll never find a cure for STUPIDITY!!!! GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS FROM AROUND THE GLOBE!
Mowed me yard today and old Glen be sneezing and such ya know. I hate that shit! Called into work for a few hours, on the weekend, driving the truck. Ya know, seems yer not an important person, until you're needed. Then yer mighty important!
Damn computer is doing some strange shit! It's four years old and used only for Glenview, ancient I'd reckon by computer technology, and being used by a person, who is ancient by modern computer standards. Not used enough to be worn out except for the spell check gizmo! I probably sneezed on it and give it the a virus!
I suppose I fit the definition for a cantankerous old cuss at work. I have lived long enough to earn that title. I'm right proud of that.
What is the meaning of cantankerous? Hell I don't know, maybe ornery.
What makes me cantankerous is I know right from wrong and am not afraid to use it. I gotta be me, I gotta be me! Sorry! Didn't mean to go there, work I mean!
That cantankerous sounds like a disease or an illness. Well I think we need more of that cantankerous going around. If being cantankerous can stop stupidity then count me in!
This weekend has gone by faster than the last one. Boy! I be a struggling tonight to get somethun a going here maybe I'll just try for a thought for the day and go to bed!
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If I lived in the desert I would not have to mow grass. I'd die from heatstroke!
I used to think I was "dumber than owl shit." Now that I know I'm smarter than owl shit. Why don't I feel a heap better?
Oh! oh! oh! I read that my government was sending aid to Israel, in the form of missiles. I had hoped that we had used them all up in our previous two attempts at conquest, but no I reckon you never run out of such toys for GROWN, CIVILIZED, men!
When I was growing up I though Jew meant rich, by that equation we definitely need to charge them, so we can pay down our national debt, or use that money to buy more Viagra for them Politicians. After their current recess they'll need to get things up and going again!
You know, there are way too many viruses going around the world today. if we could just find a vaccine for one, the world would be a better place. With all the modern medicine, they'll never find a cure for STUPIDITY!!!! GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS FROM AROUND THE GLOBE!
Saturday, August 2, 2014
First And Foremost
FIRST AND FOREMOST I WISH TO THANK YOU THE READERS OF A HUMBLE OLD FAT MAN, THAT IS WELL PAST HIS PRIME!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! This past month has been the best month ever for Glenview, and I'm truly beyond humbleness, tears are a forming as I type! Yesterday's post "Colonel Sanders, Dave Thomas, and Sam Walton" was my best opening post for a while. Three of my post continue to get the most visits, "Snake Oil Pitch, Lackey's, and Here's Your Sign," I'm fascinated why these three are so far ahead of all the rest and while they apparently resonate with you. Europe and especially Ukraine and Russia have taken a liking to me. THANKS!
WHY? To have attempted such a feat in my "wonder years," wondering if I'll be around tomorrow has warmed the cockles of my heart. I was wondering if I even had a heart a few years back. The coldness of society and the worldly problems I thought had devoured it, like my country cousins and family sitting down at grandma's house at Sunday dinner where a mountain of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, dumplings and country style biscuits disappeared within minutes of her saying grace. We be a thinkin' 'bout what vittle we gonna grab first, whilst she's saying a heartfelt prayer. I always went for her dumplings, yes I would.
I make funny of my pappy's family because I can, but I also understand now, from a lifetime of living, and only I can love them and make fun of them with open affection, for you to enjoy. Simplicity of life is still the best, IF you can learn to enjoy it. Today with so much, of the too much, has blinded us! Yes it has!
There is a young man at work who is a nice young man, who was driving a newer car a Cadillac, most likely a gift from his parents. He wears Michael Jordan shoes, more than one color, so he can afford, or was given them, well now he dresses well, as in taking a mighty effort to be color coordinated. What I'm a wondering is, does he appreciate them expensive shoes as much as I did many years ago getting a new pair of cheap ones for the new school year.
I know I'm a wandering nut that's just me, and whom I am. I'm a wandering, wondering old fool!!!
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ALL THE QUESTION MARKS ABOVE IS FOR, AM I GOING TO WRITE SOMETHING FUNNY, SAD, WELL WHO THE HELL KNOWS, SO SIT BACK AND SEE WHERE GLEN'S MIND TAKES US TONIGHT!
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Here I sit trying to relax all my achy breaky parts of me body. It takes a whole weekend of my tired, hurting joints to rest, them. I say then, that damn arthritis settles into them, uh huh!
Hey, you know somebody ought to make a song about "Achy Breaky Parts!" OOPSEY! I believe Billy Ray Cyrus did! Only it was "Achy Breaky Heart."
WHO IS BILLY RAY CYRUS???
You know he was the straight man/also father/in real life father to Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus.
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See how my mind roams! You know if I could ever reel it in, I have many a short stories on my mind. My favorite one would be to write more about Bill Lee Hill, I absolutely love him, and his girlfriend Lilly Claire. I have written several posts about them, and his family. You know if I was to write a book it would be about them, I love them so much after my short story "The Flame" he is my favoritiest, yes it is!!! Oh! oh! oh! I have another one that continually writes itself, must be writing itself in my dreams OR while I'm at work, ya see I don't need my mind there. What started out as a simple story called "Racoonville" about a Doctor who leaves Chicago in the early part of the 1900's, after losing his wife and daughter in childbirth, wanders un-soulfully and settles in a small place where a boat ferries passengers and goods across the Ohio River. I reckon it's my salute to my favorite writer. Samuel Clemens, otherwise "Mark Twain. There is many twists and turns.
I shall give you a little information about it.
The reason it's called Raccoonville is Raccoons board the ferry and ride it back and forth between the two states.
There's only a Hotel, a Warehouse, a Tavern, Sheriff's office/jail and few houses, but it's the colorful people that are the storyline, plus some recent ideas that I think would boggle even Samuel Clemens's mind. I'm not going to give that away yet because it's gonna be a big surprise.
Many parts of this colorful story has come from places I have visited and spent time in my childhood, a place such as the Ohio River plays a vital part because my family hails from them parts and we spent time in the summer on the Ohio River.
Should I give you a wee hint of where this story takes us? A presence from out of this world will play a part.
HOW'S ABOUT A THOUGHT FOR TODAY!
"If YOUR BOSS CALLS YOU AT HOME, DON'T ANSWER, OR RETURN THE CALL."
"ONE EAR OF SWEET CORN IS WORTH TWO STILL UNPICKED!"
"GASOLINE IS ALWAYS CHEAPER ON THE OTHERSIDE OF TOWN!"
"I betcha I could check my mind at the front door of work, and still make the same money, with no side effects!!!"
WHY? To have attempted such a feat in my "wonder years," wondering if I'll be around tomorrow has warmed the cockles of my heart. I was wondering if I even had a heart a few years back. The coldness of society and the worldly problems I thought had devoured it, like my country cousins and family sitting down at grandma's house at Sunday dinner where a mountain of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, dumplings and country style biscuits disappeared within minutes of her saying grace. We be a thinkin' 'bout what vittle we gonna grab first, whilst she's saying a heartfelt prayer. I always went for her dumplings, yes I would.
I make funny of my pappy's family because I can, but I also understand now, from a lifetime of living, and only I can love them and make fun of them with open affection, for you to enjoy. Simplicity of life is still the best, IF you can learn to enjoy it. Today with so much, of the too much, has blinded us! Yes it has!
There is a young man at work who is a nice young man, who was driving a newer car a Cadillac, most likely a gift from his parents. He wears Michael Jordan shoes, more than one color, so he can afford, or was given them, well now he dresses well, as in taking a mighty effort to be color coordinated. What I'm a wondering is, does he appreciate them expensive shoes as much as I did many years ago getting a new pair of cheap ones for the new school year.
I know I'm a wandering nut that's just me, and whom I am. I'm a wandering, wondering old fool!!!
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ALL THE QUESTION MARKS ABOVE IS FOR, AM I GOING TO WRITE SOMETHING FUNNY, SAD, WELL WHO THE HELL KNOWS, SO SIT BACK AND SEE WHERE GLEN'S MIND TAKES US TONIGHT!
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Here I sit trying to relax all my achy breaky parts of me body. It takes a whole weekend of my tired, hurting joints to rest, them. I say then, that damn arthritis settles into them, uh huh!
Hey, you know somebody ought to make a song about "Achy Breaky Parts!" OOPSEY! I believe Billy Ray Cyrus did! Only it was "Achy Breaky Heart."
WHO IS BILLY RAY CYRUS???
You know he was the straight man/also father/in real life father to Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus.
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See how my mind roams! You know if I could ever reel it in, I have many a short stories on my mind. My favorite one would be to write more about Bill Lee Hill, I absolutely love him, and his girlfriend Lilly Claire. I have written several posts about them, and his family. You know if I was to write a book it would be about them, I love them so much after my short story "The Flame" he is my favoritiest, yes it is!!! Oh! oh! oh! I have another one that continually writes itself, must be writing itself in my dreams OR while I'm at work, ya see I don't need my mind there. What started out as a simple story called "Racoonville" about a Doctor who leaves Chicago in the early part of the 1900's, after losing his wife and daughter in childbirth, wanders un-soulfully and settles in a small place where a boat ferries passengers and goods across the Ohio River. I reckon it's my salute to my favorite writer. Samuel Clemens, otherwise "Mark Twain. There is many twists and turns.
I shall give you a little information about it.
The reason it's called Raccoonville is Raccoons board the ferry and ride it back and forth between the two states.
There's only a Hotel, a Warehouse, a Tavern, Sheriff's office/jail and few houses, but it's the colorful people that are the storyline, plus some recent ideas that I think would boggle even Samuel Clemens's mind. I'm not going to give that away yet because it's gonna be a big surprise.
Many parts of this colorful story has come from places I have visited and spent time in my childhood, a place such as the Ohio River plays a vital part because my family hails from them parts and we spent time in the summer on the Ohio River.
Should I give you a wee hint of where this story takes us? A presence from out of this world will play a part.
HOW'S ABOUT A THOUGHT FOR TODAY!
"If YOUR BOSS CALLS YOU AT HOME, DON'T ANSWER, OR RETURN THE CALL."
"ONE EAR OF SWEET CORN IS WORTH TWO STILL UNPICKED!"
"GASOLINE IS ALWAYS CHEAPER ON THE OTHERSIDE OF TOWN!"
"I betcha I could check my mind at the front door of work, and still make the same money, with no side effects!!!"
Colonel Sanders, Dave Thomas and Sam Walton.
Man oh man! work was well------work, of course! I don't mind the work part, you know. The only thing I would like better is to take out the stupidity part! I'd sure-nuff would like it much better.
Ya see, I like to get me old fat body a movin' faster than normal. Normal is a turtle's pace. I get to goin' and get into a kind of a zone, a slow zone, get me some perspiration going, me body feels better, looser. My body must take the air normally for reserved for me brain, when I get to movin' like a fast turtle, with a little flame to the hind parts! Anyhow --- I get kind of a caveman endorphin rush, I gotta out run that hairy prehistoric elephant with them big tusk! Don't want to be a sis-ka-bob on one of them tusk!
Man oh man, sure seems like I write a lot about work don't it? Well now if I was a brain surgeon most likely I talk about that or if I was a rocket scientist I'd talk about that, so on and so forth.
I have read a few articles about Walmart sales being down and trying to reinvent itself here in America, sales are good everywhere else but continues to slide here. I shall give my opinion based solely from my experiences starting from my first visit to one. That most likely would of been in the early seventies. My city did not yet have one, but smaller towns north and south did. I was impressed. Clean, more items than the variety stores of that era. I did like it and the prices were more reasonable. Then a few years later one was built in my hometown, back then they were still a small version of the humongous centers of today. Sam Walton would pass by in his plane and he would be front page news. It seemed like we were privileged to have one! Several years later maybe as many as 15, a super center was built. Simply too much under one roof for me. The auto care center was nice in the beginning, but poor service changed my mind about that quickly. These super centers never worked for me. Then another super center was built out my way on the opposite side of the city, with a Sam's Club, nope not for me.
I did like having the Super Center open all night, I did do a lot of shopping, since I worked the graveyard shift. This one opened in maybe 2005. I would of graded it very good in the beginning, then a slow slide latched on. On weekends some of the product I wanted was sold out. The produce become poor quality, could not find shoes my size, in the ones I wanted. Is a size 12 too big or too small. The final straw happened a couple months ago. Before they'd have one checkout open at 2 A. M. Someone would watch and open another if needed. NOW THERE'S SELF CHECKOUTS AND BABY I AINNA DOING IT! NO SIR . . . THE LINE HAS TO BE DRAWN SOMEWHERE. I'VE TAKEN MY $$$$$ ELSEWHERE!!!
I REMEMBER SAM WALTON A TALKIN' ABOUT PRIDE, MADE IN AMERICA FOR AMERICA. THERE'S NO SUCH THING ANYMORE!
THE MEGA STORES HAVE DRIVEN ALL THE SMALLER STORES OUT, THEY SIMPLY CANNOT COMPETE.
I NOW DO MY GROCERY SHOPPING AT ONE OF THE SMALLER GROCERY CHAINS, THAT HAS SURVIVED. WALMART'S SUPER CENTERS ARE TOO FRICKING BIG! I HAVE TO SHOP IN THE DAYTIME, BUT IT'S WORTH IT, EVEN IF THE PRICES ARE HIGHER, IT'S BETTER FOR ME.
THEY'VE BECOME TOO BIG AND TOO CORPORATE. WANT MY ADVICE? NOW THAT YOU'VE LEVELED EVERY MOM AND POP STORE, BRING THEM BACK!!! YOU HAVE NO COMPETITION. GO BACK TO THE BASICS! BEFORE YOU DESTROYED SERVICE, PRIDE, PLAIN HUMBLE MOM AND POPS STORES. IT WAS THE QUALITY AND KNOWING THE MANAGERS WHO WOULD BEND OVER BACKWARDS FOR YOU . . .
THE NAME HAS BEEN TARNISHED SINCE THE EARLY 90'S. WE ALL KNOW WHY! CORPERATE GREED!
THE BEST SALESMEN EVER IN MY HUMBLE OPINION! HAVE BEEN COLONEL SANDERS, DAVE THOMAS AND SAM WALTON. ONCE WE BELIEVED IN WALMART. A SIMPLE MAN WHO BECOME KING!
WALMART NEEDS A FACE, A NEW BEGINNING HERE IN AMERICA.
IF I WAS THE C.E.O. OF SUCH A UNIVERSAL COMPANY WITH LOSING SALES IN AMERICA I WOULD FRANCHISE SMALLER STORES WHERE YOU'VE PUT ONES OUT OF BUSINESS. PUT THE PRIDE, QUALITY BACK WHERE YOU HAVE DESTROYED.
ONCE I WAS HAPPY AND PROUD TO SPEND MY HARD EARNED $$$$'s THERE. NOW! WON'T GO BACK!!!
HOW ABOUT THE FACE OF CAPTAIN SULLY WHO LANDED THE PLANE 1549 IN THE HUDSON RIVER, JUST A THOUGHT, SOMEONE WHO WHEN WE THE AVERAGE JOE SEE, WE SMILE AND IDENTIFY WITH. WE DID WITH SAM WALTON!
Ya see, I like to get me old fat body a movin' faster than normal. Normal is a turtle's pace. I get to goin' and get into a kind of a zone, a slow zone, get me some perspiration going, me body feels better, looser. My body must take the air normally for reserved for me brain, when I get to movin' like a fast turtle, with a little flame to the hind parts! Anyhow --- I get kind of a caveman endorphin rush, I gotta out run that hairy prehistoric elephant with them big tusk! Don't want to be a sis-ka-bob on one of them tusk!
Man oh man, sure seems like I write a lot about work don't it? Well now if I was a brain surgeon most likely I talk about that or if I was a rocket scientist I'd talk about that, so on and so forth.
I have read a few articles about Walmart sales being down and trying to reinvent itself here in America, sales are good everywhere else but continues to slide here. I shall give my opinion based solely from my experiences starting from my first visit to one. That most likely would of been in the early seventies. My city did not yet have one, but smaller towns north and south did. I was impressed. Clean, more items than the variety stores of that era. I did like it and the prices were more reasonable. Then a few years later one was built in my hometown, back then they were still a small version of the humongous centers of today. Sam Walton would pass by in his plane and he would be front page news. It seemed like we were privileged to have one! Several years later maybe as many as 15, a super center was built. Simply too much under one roof for me. The auto care center was nice in the beginning, but poor service changed my mind about that quickly. These super centers never worked for me. Then another super center was built out my way on the opposite side of the city, with a Sam's Club, nope not for me.
I did like having the Super Center open all night, I did do a lot of shopping, since I worked the graveyard shift. This one opened in maybe 2005. I would of graded it very good in the beginning, then a slow slide latched on. On weekends some of the product I wanted was sold out. The produce become poor quality, could not find shoes my size, in the ones I wanted. Is a size 12 too big or too small. The final straw happened a couple months ago. Before they'd have one checkout open at 2 A. M. Someone would watch and open another if needed. NOW THERE'S SELF CHECKOUTS AND BABY I AINNA DOING IT! NO SIR . . . THE LINE HAS TO BE DRAWN SOMEWHERE. I'VE TAKEN MY $$$$$ ELSEWHERE!!!
I REMEMBER SAM WALTON A TALKIN' ABOUT PRIDE, MADE IN AMERICA FOR AMERICA. THERE'S NO SUCH THING ANYMORE!
THE MEGA STORES HAVE DRIVEN ALL THE SMALLER STORES OUT, THEY SIMPLY CANNOT COMPETE.
I NOW DO MY GROCERY SHOPPING AT ONE OF THE SMALLER GROCERY CHAINS, THAT HAS SURVIVED. WALMART'S SUPER CENTERS ARE TOO FRICKING BIG! I HAVE TO SHOP IN THE DAYTIME, BUT IT'S WORTH IT, EVEN IF THE PRICES ARE HIGHER, IT'S BETTER FOR ME.
THEY'VE BECOME TOO BIG AND TOO CORPORATE. WANT MY ADVICE? NOW THAT YOU'VE LEVELED EVERY MOM AND POP STORE, BRING THEM BACK!!! YOU HAVE NO COMPETITION. GO BACK TO THE BASICS! BEFORE YOU DESTROYED SERVICE, PRIDE, PLAIN HUMBLE MOM AND POPS STORES. IT WAS THE QUALITY AND KNOWING THE MANAGERS WHO WOULD BEND OVER BACKWARDS FOR YOU . . .
THE NAME HAS BEEN TARNISHED SINCE THE EARLY 90'S. WE ALL KNOW WHY! CORPERATE GREED!
THE BEST SALESMEN EVER IN MY HUMBLE OPINION! HAVE BEEN COLONEL SANDERS, DAVE THOMAS AND SAM WALTON. ONCE WE BELIEVED IN WALMART. A SIMPLE MAN WHO BECOME KING!
WALMART NEEDS A FACE, A NEW BEGINNING HERE IN AMERICA.
IF I WAS THE C.E.O. OF SUCH A UNIVERSAL COMPANY WITH LOSING SALES IN AMERICA I WOULD FRANCHISE SMALLER STORES WHERE YOU'VE PUT ONES OUT OF BUSINESS. PUT THE PRIDE, QUALITY BACK WHERE YOU HAVE DESTROYED.
ONCE I WAS HAPPY AND PROUD TO SPEND MY HARD EARNED $$$$'s THERE. NOW! WON'T GO BACK!!!
HOW ABOUT THE FACE OF CAPTAIN SULLY WHO LANDED THE PLANE 1549 IN THE HUDSON RIVER, JUST A THOUGHT, SOMEONE WHO WHEN WE THE AVERAGE JOE SEE, WE SMILE AND IDENTIFY WITH. WE DID WITH SAM WALTON!
Friday, August 1, 2014
Mannn ... I love IT!
Let me see if I can come up with something intelligent, you know like a thought for today. Well we can throw that out the window. An intelligent thought sounds mighty complicated, I live in a very, very, very, small corner of the world where intelligence is neither seen nor understood. I'mma, gonna, thinka real hard, until I get a splitting headache, hopefully a little somethun, somethun, shall surface from me head like a periscope. That is funny and would be real fascinating if one had a periscope coming up outta your head. Instead of a light bulb coming on above one's head to signal an idea or thought, up periscope! It would be my luck the periscope would not pop up, or at least totally erect. Things as they age stop performing the way they did, when their not in their prime ya see!!! What the fuck am I talking about, your guess is better than mine! Remember, I'm an old man therefore everything on me is oldd!
"Hold on there partner . . . I beg to differ, this is your mind a talkin, it's not my fault you have never used me! I been here all along. It's not my fault that you quit using me after the sixth grade. I been here forming cobwebs. Until you started this typin', writin' escapade, to escape from your doldrums. Your silliness has formed from a lifetime of not using me! Hey, I do not wish to stand in your way, go for it partner!"
SEE HOW IT IS TO BE ME! ME MIND IS MAKING FUN OF ME! I THINK IT'S JUST JEALOUS, 'CAUSIN I LET MY COMPUTER HAVE A LITTLE SCREEN TIME THE OTHER DAY, REMEMBER H. P.
Seems I mentioned a thought for today, I'm about to close my eyes and think, "oh my God!"
How about Politicians go on vacation for five weeks, thought . . . "I thought they were on vacation! I've not seen nothing accomplished."
How about where I work "we seem to get more accomplished, when no bosses or people are there!"
How about these late night commercials that just give things away like "We'll send you a coin worth $30.00 and double the offer giving you two coins for $10.00, That's a $60.00 value, plus shipping and handling. Well now!!! Somebody gotta explain this to me, an old silly man! I get two coins "a sixty dollar value, forrr $10.00 . . . . . . ???????? Lookeeee-here . . . I be a poor dumb old man, butttt, iffun I was a trading and a dealing at the country Auction house wherst I usta go with my grandpappy when I was a wee lad wearing my country coveralls, just like me grandpappy who by the way never went to school, he would laugh at this here commercial so hard, his bladder would erupt all over his Osh Kosh coveralls!!!
OH CRAP! I DONE WENT AND FORGOT WHAT I WAS A TALKIN ABOUT!
He's probably say somethun like this as he was a chewin' and a spittin' his tobaccy.
"Ya dang foooooollll! Sounds like the government has somethun to do with that!!!! they spend our money like it grows on trees. Who else is gonna do somethun like that? Remember Glen if it, sounds to good to be true, it sure-nuff is!"
I sure-nuff been playing around. I would like to end this post with something more profound. I looked up the word profound, now I'M PERPLEXED.
I shall try once again for a daily thought to end this post, I doubt anything profound will happed, what I do know real well is profanity!
"""I've searched a lifetime for wisdom and happiness. Why is it when I finally find it, I'm passed out?"""
"Hold on there partner . . . I beg to differ, this is your mind a talkin, it's not my fault you have never used me! I been here all along. It's not my fault that you quit using me after the sixth grade. I been here forming cobwebs. Until you started this typin', writin' escapade, to escape from your doldrums. Your silliness has formed from a lifetime of not using me! Hey, I do not wish to stand in your way, go for it partner!"
SEE HOW IT IS TO BE ME! ME MIND IS MAKING FUN OF ME! I THINK IT'S JUST JEALOUS, 'CAUSIN I LET MY COMPUTER HAVE A LITTLE SCREEN TIME THE OTHER DAY, REMEMBER H. P.
Seems I mentioned a thought for today, I'm about to close my eyes and think, "oh my God!"
How about Politicians go on vacation for five weeks, thought . . . "I thought they were on vacation! I've not seen nothing accomplished."
How about where I work "we seem to get more accomplished, when no bosses or people are there!"
How about these late night commercials that just give things away like "We'll send you a coin worth $30.00 and double the offer giving you two coins for $10.00, That's a $60.00 value, plus shipping and handling. Well now!!! Somebody gotta explain this to me, an old silly man! I get two coins "a sixty dollar value, forrr $10.00 . . . . . . ???????? Lookeeee-here . . . I be a poor dumb old man, butttt, iffun I was a trading and a dealing at the country Auction house wherst I usta go with my grandpappy when I was a wee lad wearing my country coveralls, just like me grandpappy who by the way never went to school, he would laugh at this here commercial so hard, his bladder would erupt all over his Osh Kosh coveralls!!!
OH CRAP! I DONE WENT AND FORGOT WHAT I WAS A TALKIN ABOUT!
He's probably say somethun like this as he was a chewin' and a spittin' his tobaccy.
"Ya dang foooooollll! Sounds like the government has somethun to do with that!!!! they spend our money like it grows on trees. Who else is gonna do somethun like that? Remember Glen if it, sounds to good to be true, it sure-nuff is!"
I sure-nuff been playing around. I would like to end this post with something more profound. I looked up the word profound, now I'M PERPLEXED.
I shall try once again for a daily thought to end this post, I doubt anything profound will happed, what I do know real well is profanity!
"""I've searched a lifetime for wisdom and happiness. Why is it when I finally find it, I'm passed out?"""
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