I may not complete this post and go with whatever is there. We all know what "he's a horse's ass means" right? A donkey is also called an ass, but I don't believe that is downing the poor little donkey, somewhere's along the line and I know not why this example come to be.
(((UH! I wanna warn ya, I been tryin' to learn proper English through my hearing impaired close caption thing a-ma-jig on me tele, ya ee! ))) Wells now I am a tad confused, I see words that just donna seem spelled correcto-mundo to me.I be hearing impaired along with other impairments of age, and . . . it seems correcto, well at least to me sometimes. Then other times it really be screwy (ya though I was gonna say fucked up, didn't you?) Oops!!! I did . . . I did . ..I DID! Damn it! Here's the conclusion me old brain come-a to. I think they let computers decipher the words and they's fuk them up, yes they does! Maybe there ainna enough English majors arounds no more to properly fix them there wurdS! That there be an old fat farts opinion!
Oh, oh, oh I lostee me trane of thinkin' imagine that! ) is trane an air-conditioner or one of them big loco-motive what-cha-ma-call-its that runs on the tracks? )
Back to what the title of this lost post says. Asses. I binged it and guess a what it won't give me the definition of ass, so I punched in arse since that's how I think the English spell it. Nope so I was gettin' perplexed, flummoxed, mad, fucked up, causin I heard that word a gazillion times. Where did that word go? So I punched in derriere, yep . . . BINGO! Derriere = buttocks, butt for slang!
I type in butt, nope, I add an s and get butt splice, and butt surgery. What can't I get ass or the proper English version arse. I did not grow up hearing "buttocks, or derriere, I heard ass!, I'mma gonna whip yer ass!"
Good golly Miss Molly I'm out of it tonight!
The ass thing. Ya see there ainna nothin' I'd rather do than look at a woman with a nice, derriere, buttocks, ass. What in the world has happened to some of these ladies arses. ( I tried to proper that up! ) You know what I be a sayin' I don't have to e-l-a-b-or-a-t-e, no more, BUTT I'mma gonna. I see girls shakin', their ass so fast they could power a windmill on a windless day. You'll see a bunch of them on a certain channel convulsing like the old devil has cast a spell on them. I'mma thinkon' they a gonna shake their ass or pelvis loose and never be able to shake it ever again. What if they were working girls, you know! Anybody that had ass action like that could make a fortune! Yeah! Work that ass for a month or so and retire to The Bahamas. I'd be afraid of women that have asses and can shake it like that. Why they'd tear my manhood off.
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Sunday, March 15, 2015
DOES MONEY GROW ON TREES???
Haven't used my computer in a spell, I like to never got it up and running again. I was convinced it was down for good. I rebooted and rebooted and finally . . . it popped to life. I reckon it decided if, I wasn't going to use it then it would visit the great computer gates.
I'm-ma, gonna, prime me brain pump and see where this goes. One never knows with me!
FINALLY . . . the snow has melted, upper 50's, seeds of spring dance in me head, hallelujah! I been out walking enjoying the freshness of a big ol' bear rejuvenating after a long winter's nap.
I have been getting my chihuahua puppy used to riding in my car. Took him into my mothers, she didn't look to good, she's also suffering from a long cold winter. She was in a much better mood and smiling after a couple hours of playing with the puppy. She sits outside all day in the summertime rocking away the hours in her swing. I now can identify with older folks after retirement. The winters are extremely challenging. We don't have to get out in the cold, snowy winter so we don't. I do envy the worker bees still, one has to have a purpose, a true reason to continue, continuing on, with the adversities thrown at you. After a lifetime of feeling like a valuable member of the whole, shot down just when you think you've gotten a handle on life, you feel empty, physically and mentally.
The funny thing I have all the time in the world to peck away at the keyboard, I have little desire to do so. Whilst I was one tiny fraction of the whole, I emotionally was involved. I had many answers but no one cared. That in itself was hard to handle. A lifetime of experience meant nothing anymore. I made good money and that was part of the problem. They could hire young ones and save on the hour. Experience apparently is worthless. Ah! That's not the overriding factor. It's age and body takes a toil, insurance, hospital, so on and so forth. I hold no ill feelings against the ones I work with everyday. It's a upper management, money thing, you see. I have discussed with many people since my brush with the hereafter, sadly I hear similar stories.
Much money is made off the older people, with age comes old age problems. I cannot begin to estimate how big the healthcare, medicines, and yes the insurance companies, are in cahoots a legalized way to rob, especially the elderly. The elderly have the most money I'm sure, but they treat us as no longer important. We leave our money in the bank, no longer splurging as we once could. Physical limitations make it impossible. Yet if our children or grandchildren need money "who they gonna call?" The gray hairs!
With what older citizens has paid in after fifty years of work our medical needs should be free. When you're young and full of piss and vinegar, most don't need it. Families do! I'm tired after working my ass off and giving all I can and of being treated like a third thought. DAMN IF THE KNOWLEDGE, LEADERSHIP, EXPERIENCE, COULD AND WOULD BE TAPPED INTO, I GUARNTEE YOU THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA WOULD BE A BETTER PLACE. WE HAVE SACRIFICED TO RAISE OUR CHILDREN, SEND THEM TO SCHOOL, TO MAKE IT A BETTER PLACE. IT'S NOT THE SENIOR CITIZENS WHO HAVE FUCKED AMERICA UP . . . NO SIR! IT BE THE FUCKING MONEY PEOPLE, THE POLITICIANS. WE HAVE EARNED . . .
PAID . . . OUR WAY TO BECOME DEMOTED TO THIRD CLASS CITIZENS BEHIND THE YOUNG, THE ALIENS.
WE HAVE TO LIVE WITHIN OUR MEANS ALWAYS HAVE. AFTER ALL WE UNDERSTAND THAT MONEY DOESN'T GROW ON TREES!
I'm-ma, gonna, prime me brain pump and see where this goes. One never knows with me!
FINALLY . . . the snow has melted, upper 50's, seeds of spring dance in me head, hallelujah! I been out walking enjoying the freshness of a big ol' bear rejuvenating after a long winter's nap.
I have been getting my chihuahua puppy used to riding in my car. Took him into my mothers, she didn't look to good, she's also suffering from a long cold winter. She was in a much better mood and smiling after a couple hours of playing with the puppy. She sits outside all day in the summertime rocking away the hours in her swing. I now can identify with older folks after retirement. The winters are extremely challenging. We don't have to get out in the cold, snowy winter so we don't. I do envy the worker bees still, one has to have a purpose, a true reason to continue, continuing on, with the adversities thrown at you. After a lifetime of feeling like a valuable member of the whole, shot down just when you think you've gotten a handle on life, you feel empty, physically and mentally.
The funny thing I have all the time in the world to peck away at the keyboard, I have little desire to do so. Whilst I was one tiny fraction of the whole, I emotionally was involved. I had many answers but no one cared. That in itself was hard to handle. A lifetime of experience meant nothing anymore. I made good money and that was part of the problem. They could hire young ones and save on the hour. Experience apparently is worthless. Ah! That's not the overriding factor. It's age and body takes a toil, insurance, hospital, so on and so forth. I hold no ill feelings against the ones I work with everyday. It's a upper management, money thing, you see. I have discussed with many people since my brush with the hereafter, sadly I hear similar stories.
Much money is made off the older people, with age comes old age problems. I cannot begin to estimate how big the healthcare, medicines, and yes the insurance companies, are in cahoots a legalized way to rob, especially the elderly. The elderly have the most money I'm sure, but they treat us as no longer important. We leave our money in the bank, no longer splurging as we once could. Physical limitations make it impossible. Yet if our children or grandchildren need money "who they gonna call?" The gray hairs!
With what older citizens has paid in after fifty years of work our medical needs should be free. When you're young and full of piss and vinegar, most don't need it. Families do! I'm tired after working my ass off and giving all I can and of being treated like a third thought. DAMN IF THE KNOWLEDGE, LEADERSHIP, EXPERIENCE, COULD AND WOULD BE TAPPED INTO, I GUARNTEE YOU THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA WOULD BE A BETTER PLACE. WE HAVE SACRIFICED TO RAISE OUR CHILDREN, SEND THEM TO SCHOOL, TO MAKE IT A BETTER PLACE. IT'S NOT THE SENIOR CITIZENS WHO HAVE FUCKED AMERICA UP . . . NO SIR! IT BE THE FUCKING MONEY PEOPLE, THE POLITICIANS. WE HAVE EARNED . . .
PAID . . . OUR WAY TO BECOME DEMOTED TO THIRD CLASS CITIZENS BEHIND THE YOUNG, THE ALIENS.
WE HAVE TO LIVE WITHIN OUR MEANS ALWAYS HAVE. AFTER ALL WE UNDERSTAND THAT MONEY DOESN'T GROW ON TREES!
Friday, March 6, 2015
IF?
I have been gone for awhile ... mentally and physically. Physically shot, in the bed for seven days, my mind was manic, I could not sleep.
So how was February or at least the last part, for you. Hopefully fair to meddlin'.
I could not sleep, no dreams for me, my most important medicine for mental state and physical replenishment. Ahh! I did have much time for thought! Little comfort from that, as my mind was producing no help. I was in a loop of same ol', same ol', stuck groove as the old vinyl albums use to do. The more I tried resisting proved futile.
I could not rest, there was no way to lay or sit in my easy chair that would allow the least bit of comfort. Seven days I battle the devil, the devil was me! Three times before I fought this particular condition in the hospital, "no more!" I say. "I'll ride this out at home or die here in my bed!"
The body will tell you the problems, if! "I say IF! we listen". The trouble be now, I quit listening!
Felt better lost some weight, slowly old habits return. After all, I've abused my body all my life. Once I turned blue, brought back to life, given a second chance. Sure enough, lifetime of bad habits creep back in. After all we all have bad habits, don't we.
SINCE MY TWO HOSPITAL VACATIONS BACK IN SEPTEMBER ( HA, HA) I GAVE UP MANY THINGS THAT I HAVE BEEN ADDICTED TO ALL MY LIFE SUCH AS CAFFEINE, SUGAR, SALT, FAST FOOD, ALL THE GOOD STUFF THAT'S BAD FOR YOU. SLOWLY I GO BACK TO THE BAD HABITS, SO SLOWLY I BARELY NOTICED. WELL, MY BODY GOES HAYWIRE AND I LET IT HAPPEN. GLUCOSE OUT OF WHACK, POTASSIUM, LOW, TOO MUCH SALT CAUSING MY BODY TO RETAIN WATER. ENTIRELY MY FAULT AND MY STUPIDITY. I KNOW NOW AFTER GIVING ONCE AGAIN ANOTHER CHANCE, I HAVE NOBODY TO BLAME BUT ME.
HARD LESSONS ARE LEARNED THE HARD WAY. THESE LESSONS MUST BE REMEMBERED PERMANENTLY OR BAD HABITS RETURN. IN MY CASE JUST POOR EATING HABITS. SO SIMPLE YET SO HARD TO DO. MY EATING HABITS MUST REMAIN GOOD AS IN THE LAST TWO WEEKS. I FEEL REALLY GOOD AND WISH TO HOLD ONTO THAT.
So how was February or at least the last part, for you. Hopefully fair to meddlin'.
I could not sleep, no dreams for me, my most important medicine for mental state and physical replenishment. Ahh! I did have much time for thought! Little comfort from that, as my mind was producing no help. I was in a loop of same ol', same ol', stuck groove as the old vinyl albums use to do. The more I tried resisting proved futile.
I could not rest, there was no way to lay or sit in my easy chair that would allow the least bit of comfort. Seven days I battle the devil, the devil was me! Three times before I fought this particular condition in the hospital, "no more!" I say. "I'll ride this out at home or die here in my bed!"
The body will tell you the problems, if! "I say IF! we listen". The trouble be now, I quit listening!
Felt better lost some weight, slowly old habits return. After all, I've abused my body all my life. Once I turned blue, brought back to life, given a second chance. Sure enough, lifetime of bad habits creep back in. After all we all have bad habits, don't we.
SINCE MY TWO HOSPITAL VACATIONS BACK IN SEPTEMBER ( HA, HA) I GAVE UP MANY THINGS THAT I HAVE BEEN ADDICTED TO ALL MY LIFE SUCH AS CAFFEINE, SUGAR, SALT, FAST FOOD, ALL THE GOOD STUFF THAT'S BAD FOR YOU. SLOWLY I GO BACK TO THE BAD HABITS, SO SLOWLY I BARELY NOTICED. WELL, MY BODY GOES HAYWIRE AND I LET IT HAPPEN. GLUCOSE OUT OF WHACK, POTASSIUM, LOW, TOO MUCH SALT CAUSING MY BODY TO RETAIN WATER. ENTIRELY MY FAULT AND MY STUPIDITY. I KNOW NOW AFTER GIVING ONCE AGAIN ANOTHER CHANCE, I HAVE NOBODY TO BLAME BUT ME.
HARD LESSONS ARE LEARNED THE HARD WAY. THESE LESSONS MUST BE REMEMBERED PERMANENTLY OR BAD HABITS RETURN. IN MY CASE JUST POOR EATING HABITS. SO SIMPLE YET SO HARD TO DO. MY EATING HABITS MUST REMAIN GOOD AS IN THE LAST TWO WEEKS. I FEEL REALLY GOOD AND WISH TO HOLD ONTO THAT.
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