tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91253488318499930082024-03-12T20:30:57.725-07:00GlenViewglengearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584799892186696831noreply@blogger.comBlogger925125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125348831849993008.post-43961832336134036932019-10-21T03:51:00.001-07:002019-10-21T03:51:08.139-07:00FLY OVER STATESThe first time I heard this statement I was perplexed or should I say corn-fused, since I live in the middle of the flyover states. I had to ponder for a spell. The more I thought upon it I was angry. A put down. We work, pay taxes, raise a family. We're devoted hard working members of society.<br />
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If you fly over at 30,000 feet and you look down you can't see anybody, so you believe there's nobody down there. Duh! we down here alrighty! We're so small you cannot see us, so I reckon we don't matter! Oh my! do I sound a wee smart-assy? We across this nation that live in the country, that produce the food you eat our lives also matter. Whilst I'm on it or a thinkin', something I don't do so much anymore that I'm a senior, I save my moments. This country is more than big city coastal condos by the sea, you see. ( Oh my I may be on a roll! turn the spell checkee off and go fer it old man, shake them cobwebs out! )<br />
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Oh , what have I done? Get me a glass o tea, I'll put an extra sugar in it woo-wee and see how this post plays out, I feel loose. May as well fix me a chipped turkey sandwich with mayo, lettuce and cherry tomatoes, from my garden, hell yeah, live dangerous.<br />
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Hopefully eating will get me brain a turning. My mind has been on life support nye onto five years. My current lifestyle does not require the use of much brain power. eating, watching the news, playing with my dogs, minimal drain.<br />
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My oh my, this turkey seems to have turned, here doggies a snack fer ya. Ah, potato soup looks good. Rambo and Chico are smiling at me saying "more. more".<br />
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Back when I would drink way too much caffeine drinks. I'm talking sodas, not these<br />
defibrillators in a can. One of these lightning bolts would make me sail higher than a kite. No, no, not fer me. I got a big gulp about a week ago which I never do anymore, anyhew, hours later I was in misery I don't like that feeling like my heart is going to jump out of my chest . Back when I was in the workforce I needed that to jump start my tired old body. I reckon I've been out of the workforce for about five years. Don't take much drain on me old worn out Sears Die-Hard battery. Contrary to what you may think even they don't last forever. Next time I'm vacationing in the hospital, I'll get a new Die-Hard Gold installed with a lifetime warranty.<br />
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I be a ramblin' just like the old days.<br />
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Fly over states huh? We all be gun toting, pickup truck driving God fearing, banjo playing, Peterbilt semi drivers. Throw in some farmers, factory workers, you get the idea, regular folk. We even have schools, colleges.<br />
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What would this country be without the fly over states?<br />
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I was raised in the middle of the fly over states the heartland. What does the heart do? It pushes oxygen rich life sustaining nutrients to the edges of the body. Well that sounds kind of important to this old boy.<br />
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This country would be quite skinny if we took out the fly over states.<br />
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A life's a life no matter. This country is made from a mixture unlike any nation before. The problem is the uppity crustaceans become the uppity self-ordained want to be kings and queens. It's no different today than it has ever. Cavemen did not have the twenty four hour cable news like today. We have every Tom Dick and Mary, sharing their platforms twisted view of what they want. What is the truth, facts whatever, it has been lost somewhere in the money, and what does money buy you? The highest paid crookedest lawyers.<br />
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I read not to long ago the wealthiest two counties in the world are in Washington D. C.. Another fine fact is, the Unites States being 5% of the worlds population has 65% of the worlds lawyers. <br />
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Happy trails to you until we meet again.glengearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584799892186696831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125348831849993008.post-79072905023405878092019-10-12T00:23:00.000-07:002019-10-12T00:23:11.471-07:00OLD AGE, PAIN AND TIME.Old Age, Pain and Time. I reckon you can guess where this is headed! This is for you old farts, younger that forty need not read, you'll not understand. I had many a conversations today with some old-timers like me. You old-timers out there in blog land will get this post.<br />
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I have lived at my current residence for a long time. Much upkeep and many, many, dollars later, the only thing left to fix was my septic system. Oh crap! Ha! ha!, a wee funny I laid on you. Those of you in the cities may not know what a septic tank is. It has nothing to do with something you catch in hospitals. I did go into septic tank shock after getting an estimate though. I was literally sick to my stomach and my savings took a huge hit. No insurance for this!<br />
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Okay, about me and the old timers. I go outside and sit in my swing, ready to offer advice if needed.<br />
'Bout now, you're asking yourself "what's old Glen know about septic systems?"<br />
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The main man had a hip replacement, both knees refurbished. He now has a pinched nerve. I can feel his pain on the pinched nerve, yes-sir, I ya know 'bout them damn old pinched nerves! The other fella' his right hand man. comes up to talk to me, he be walking crookedly leaning on a cane. I say "have a chair rest them legs," "I can't, I hurt worse when I sit," he replied". We converse for a spell about pain and old age. Both agree the Doctors won't give us old farts anything good to take our pain of life's wear, just plain ol' living. The Boss man comes over and joins in on our old man conversation. We agree on all subjects about old age, pain and time. The old man with the cane gets on the cutest Kubota with a backhoe, place his cane to the side. Away he goes as straight as an arrow to go move some dirt. better than and old man operating one of them motorized house scooters.<br />
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Pain, old age is not something I would wish on nobody. Yet we all must suffer through it. There is meds that can block the pain, but my Doctor won't prescribe it. I asked him "why have them if you won't prescribe them to the ones that need them?" His answer "you don't want to get hooked on them". I gave a hearty laugh "I had a pulmonary embolism 5 years ago and you're worried about a few pain pills a day I just want to survive a few more years with less pain is that asking too much for modern medicine!"<br />
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I have tried repeatedly to get back into writing my blog. Seems I write about 100 words, then the words stop. Now that I have all the time I need seems nothing appeals to me. I shall attempt to write everyday hoping the automatic writing thing a ma bob will kick in. Man that's so beautiful when the words just flow. I don't wish to go political. Every time I watch the news I have a really bad taste in my mouth. No, no that's not from drinking! So you think quite watching the news is the answer to that problem. I' like a news junkie I must watch at least one newscast. Local news does not settle my thirst.<br />
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I must get emotionally involved. Back when I was working, my emotions would run the gauntlet. I could shift gears into overdrive to get mentally and physically high. Ah! but that's not good, I'd get high from taking life too seriously. I knew no other way. What seemed to make the words come easier was relaxing after work letting my fingers do the talking. I do miss it. My remembrance of dreams seems to have gone away, I truly hate that, my emotions inside the dream state was powerful.<br />
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I'm trying I have the phrase flyover states stuck in my crawl and I'll attempt to write it away. glengearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584799892186696831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125348831849993008.post-33312177531858326422018-03-03T16:14:00.001-08:002018-03-03T19:30:47.689-08:00The Robin, and A RamblingIt's beginning to look like spring time. Yip-pee-i-a pards! About 10 days ago I looked out the kitchen window about 9 AM and there was my first Robin of the season. He were a fat fella so finding food during the long winter kept him or her beautifully plump. The high temperature that day was 70 degrees, just like the Robin I was outside in the warm sunshine burning the winter's doldrums away. Um, um, um better than a orgasm.<br />
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(I'm gonna leave that in. From this day forward I'mma, gonna, leave in whatever, plops into me head.) (((like plop plop fizz fizz oh what a relief it is. No, no, no,no! me wittle mind goes around searching for a spot to land on, like Wheel of Fortune. Is that show still on?)))<br />
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"SORRY I MUST APOLOGIZE FOR THE POOR OLD MAN TYPING. HE MEANS WELL, BUT, HE AIN'T WELL. NOW BACK TO POOR OLD POP.<br />
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February typically is a bad month for me. I;m ready for sunshine and southern winds to blow away the coat of winter. Sunshine on me body makes me happy. A little car ride with my two dogs, Taco and Rambo, a Chihuahua and Yorkie. (Which one do you think is the Chihuahua?)<br />
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It's now March perhaps the gloom and doom will exorcise itself with the sunshine and longer days. Damn I hope so!<br />
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Having a rough time finishing any post I start. I have a dozen or so started, I write a sentence or two and then nothing. I do suppose since I have been retired for over three years, my brain thinks it can also. Keeping your mind active is very important as you age, per the old folks magazines I read.<br />
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I don't know why growing old is so bad? Wonder medications for any ailment in this modern age, right? Well... why the fuck can;t I get some. Back and shoulders hurt all the time, from a lifetime of physical work and youthful stupidity! You know what I'm saying!<br />
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Is that phrase still used? My younger brother used to say that all the time.I just hated it! I found myself using it, man did I have a rough time breaking free of it.<br />
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That's interesting different generations have their own words popular phrases, especially since the texting outbreak of the more modern era.<br />
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My mind just went down, I hate when that happens! my dog is in the chair sleeping beside me he's little help. Can't tap into his brain, I wish I could. That would really be something. Animal Planet said, "dogs have the mental capacity of a two year old." I can tell you from experience of many different dogs a few were smarter and some a lot dumber.<br />
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I'm going to plug away searching for wisdom, which will never come or my Yorkshire Terrier would take over.<br />
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My smartest dog was an Australian Cattle Dog. My wife named her Aussie Blue, I named her Punky. I suppose I could of called her Blue but Punk seemed to fit her personality.<br />
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Every dog has their own personality. My Yorkie took some time training me. Ha-ha! He weighs in at 5 lbs, soaking wet, with a full belly and bladder. I made the mistake of taking him for a ride one time and he was hooked. Now that I think about it, I gave him a bite of my cheeseburger, a ride and a cheeseburger. He was too little to see out, so I made a box to bring him up. Man did I create a monster! He never leaves my side willingly! My wife calls him my tumor. He's actually her dog, but I think he sensed that I needed more help than her, plus she does not take him for a ride. He's a healthy little dog and a good burglar alarm.glengearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584799892186696831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125348831849993008.post-32295480310378603652018-02-22T03:17:00.002-08:002018-02-27T12:55:18.572-08:00A Crying Shame!My heart bleeds again. I'm devastated by the horrendous news in Florida. Senseless killings of children. How do you stop such madness? Can it be stopped? My first instinct is no. Craziness, hatred, been around forever.<br />
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Get rid of the guns, that'll stop it. I wish it's that simple.<br />
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Put trained professionals in all schools. Train teachers in the use of firearms, allowing them to carry. Metal detectors at all entrances. For that matter, that goes for churches, anywhere more than a few people gather, require armed protectors.<br />
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What is wrong with individuals that would even think about mass murder. I cannot grasp such insanity.<br />
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Cable news will run this story and have guest explaining why. Won't solve a thing.<br />
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Politicians have the solution just listen they'll tell you so. Look at what they have accomplished by stopping the drug epidemic. Illegal aliens stopped, right? What have the mighty politicians leading our nation accomplished. Talk is cheap and all the hot air blowing should keep Washington weather permanently hot!<br />
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So are these shooters mentally unstable? Well yeah!!! Do we take all mentally unstable people and place them in mental institutions? Why not, if their on medications why not, let the medicine manufacturers pay.<br />
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Tax the gun manufacturers, make them pay for the damages their guns cause.<br />
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Games that kids play shooting the bad guys, showing blood, then do it over and over. It's not real, over and over, again and again.<br />
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I grew up after WWII, war movies play everywhere. Westerns, killing the bad guys, the Indians, hanging cattle rustlers.<br />
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All the men in my family had shotguns for hunting, a fun hobby apparently. I never understood it but gained a healthy respect and understanding for a firearm,<br />
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When did these school shootings start, I've forgotten. There was no such thing in my generation, so what are the causes?<br />
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Everybody probably has an opinion and all are probably right. There are countless causes. I suspect there lies children that simply fall through the cracks.<br />
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There was once mental institutions in my state. I remember reading years ago where it was too costly to maintain them the way they have been since their beginnings. So many smaller private mental health homes/halfway house facilities became the norm. With modern medicines, a new era dawns curing enough to be a productive member of society. Seems their saying, per my interpretation is "give them the new meds, let them do the job and get them a job and earn their keep."<br />
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I do remember when Prozac was all the rage in the Psychiatry profession. Zoloft and Paxil are also the same medicine, if I understand correctly. Different Pharmas had to have their versions I suppose. Anyway I believe the Drug Manufacturers went crazy trying to come up the next big miracle drug to boost the bottom line. Perhaps this ushered in a new wave of making billions and curing all problems with a pill.<br />
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Can mighty pills cure all? Well many leaks seem to spring from the avalanche of modern cures. Anti-depressants are not for everybody, side effects for some are life threatening as in suicide. So much controversy follow these types of medications.<br />
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I don't have the answer, no one does. I suppose I'm just venting my frustrations like most of us.<br />
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Countless reasons for the mess we find ourselves in in this tortured world.<br />
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Drugs both legal and illegal tear families apart.<br />
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Our leaders cannot solve anything. Bickering at the Washington level is so saddening, so childlike.<br />
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The two parties fight and we the American people pay the price, in money and lives.<br />
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I WASN'T GOING TO POST THIS, BUT CHANGED MY MIND, AS RED SKELETON USED TO SAY AT THE END OF ALL HIS SHOWS, "GOODNIGHT AND MAY GOD BLESS." Glenglengearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584799892186696831noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125348831849993008.post-657831846325324582018-02-12T01:15:00.000-08:002018-02-12T01:15:51.825-08:00ONE DAY AT A TIMEWell . . . hello . . . there, it's been awhile it seems. I'm alive, alive, he lives. Some days better than others. Old Frankenstien movie, dialogue popped into my mind. "Don't mind do you?" I'm quite happy to get my mind working. It's been dormant for a spell now, I wish to resurrect it and blow them there darn cobwebs out. Get along spiders take your webs and visit someone else. This winter has been hard on me, damn! I want warm weather, sunshine, caress my body, umm-huh, give me, give me!<br />
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Now that I have that out-ta me system, perhaps I'll write a little somethun, somethun, in my own way, misspellings and everythang. Don't mind do ya? What shall I talk bout? I shoulda thought of that before I started hey? Nah, no fun in that!<br />
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"So Glen, hows the world been treating you?"<br />
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Well I'm certainly glad you asked that question since I have been out of commission fer quite a spell. Years go by faster than, than, you know.<br />
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"What is your typical day like Glen?"<br />
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Another fine question. Let me think, you know that's the hardest thing I do all day. It don't come easy like it use to. Let me elaborate on that. When I was a man of the world, doing worldly ways, you know a-workin fer the man. Taking care of the necessities of daily living. I always had something on my mind, always thinkin', mind going fast depending on the amount of sugar and caffeine. Now I'm talkin' sodie pop, not these lightning bolts in a can that the young-ins drink today. Well it's not just the younger generation a lot are addicted to the more caffeine the better.<br />
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I get up when I wanna, sleep when I wanna, eat when I wanna, do what I wanna when I wanna. Sounds thrilling but its not. Boring! Limited by physical limitations, it's not what you think! Don't go anywhere unless I have to, no longer like to drive, don't care to be around people, seems being out and about is a pain the the ass.<br />
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I have type 2 diabetes, I take glimipride and metformin for this plus try and watch what I eat. (I watch it go from my plate, my fork into my mouth.) My Doctor kept upping my meds, well now, I happened to notice something in my bowel movement.<br />
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"Okay, okay, okay, where is this shit heading?"<br />
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That be the most important part. Somethun coming out that ainna, suppose to come out. I have been taking metformin for a few years. Seems my sugar levels have risen since I stopped working. Two white pills shining through the brown turds.<br />
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"Say what?"<br />
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I thought that's not possible, just a coincidence. So now I must view my bowel movement every time. I am addicted to looking in the crapper at my crap to see if white pills are shining through. Yep seems There not dissolving, mighty interesting. I cut the pills in half, now I have four undissolved pills. What a conundrum, I must say. So I explain this to my Doctor, he said "talk to your Pharmacist."<br />
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I thought about this here predicament I be in. I crush my two pills up, low and behold my sugar level comes down drastically. I talk to my pharmacist, first thing he asked, "are you on time release metformin?" I did not know. Seems I was and the pills I have been taking for several years was doing me about as much good as sugar pills.<br />
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I never would of thought such a thing as not dissolving after going through the stomach and intestines. I cannot be the only one having this type of problem. Makes one wonder about all the other medicines. Don't it?<br />
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Oh well, I just take one day at a time. Don't do much good to do anything else. You know when something as simple as a daily bowel movement enlightens you to question and learn somethun, maybe there's hope! NAH!!!glengearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584799892186696831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125348831849993008.post-16779596885123324132017-05-25T00:05:00.000-07:002017-05-25T00:05:13.324-07:00Winter wheat and springtime beauty.It was such a nice day I pull into a farmer's field under a big oak tree and had a picnic, me and my two companions Taco and Rambo you remember Taco is a brown and black chihuahua, Rambo is my yorkie. Rambo has the heart of a lion and the body of a mouse. Taco is more of a lover than a fighter. I have a box on the passenger seat so they can see out. Rambo gets the window seat , Taco is happy watching the world go by.<br />
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It's a beautiful day, warm with a nice southern breeze. I look out over the wheat field, the wind is blowing the still green wheat that has reached its full growth soon to turn brown for the June picking. The wind sends ripples through the field, I was parked on a small rise so the sight was quite amazing. This feeling of complete contentment certainly made my day, by far the highlight. After watching the wheat field for quite a while. I decided to read a few chapters my book. Rambo and Taco are settled into their naps chasing butterflies. Time passes quickly, doesn't matter I'm retired and can spend my days doing anything I wish. For a couple hours there was no aches, pains, time didn't matter, only the feeling of the moment, peacefully reminding me there are still moments that do matter still. I was thinking "a ice cream cone would go good about know." I get one at Burger King for fifty cents, do you believe that, nothing better than a good deal, reminding me of yesteryear. Me, Taco, and Rambo have ice cream, whoo-wee! We take a little ride, with the windows down, smells of freshly mowed grass and flowers. Damn! is this heaven? Reality sets in as I pull in my driveway, grass needs mowing. "I think I'll trade Rambo and Taco in for a couple goats, let them chomp my grass."I take them into the safety of my house, Rambo's so small a Hawk might mistake him for a rat and have lunch.<br />
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I'm not in the mood to mow my grass, that's how I get my exercise, push mowing. I thought about buying a new mower the kind that's self propelled, then decided, I mow so slow it might be too fast for an old man like me, besides the extra exercise is good for me. I sit outside enjoying the day watching Taco and Rambo playing. The mowing gets pushed back as I read some more. Finally a couple hours before dark with the sun is on its downward slide I get to pushing. No need to hurry, I'm retired, all my life rush, rush, rush. Now its take my time, there's always another day, read another chapter, pet the dog, sip ice tea. When I was in the workforce we would get a fifteen minute break every two hours, NOW, I work fifteen minutes and take a two hour break. The Life of Riley you know. Before you know it, it's almost dark, time to go in and watch Grey's Anatomy. No news shows for me! I'm over that shite! Hog wash, pork barreling, dung slinging, all bull, bull, bull! and more bull, instead of Washington D. C. I call it "The Stockyards."<br />
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A shower, a sandwich, two dogs on my lap relaxed as one can get. I wish every day could be like today, and "make it so" just like John Luke Piccard would say.glengearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584799892186696831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125348831849993008.post-22952736457785339362017-05-15T01:51:00.000-07:002017-05-15T01:51:52.406-07:00Grey's Anatomy and Me!It's late at night I wish to see where my brain is. Nighttime medicines are dissolving in my belly, intestines, or . . . whatever the procedure is.<br />
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I have become addicted to the show Grey's Anatomy, I watched many of the episodes with my wife when they were originally aired. I was not excited about it but since she was I made an attempt.<br />
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Years of factories and a fast paced life, makes it hard to really slow down and smell the roses, no, no, that's not how I want to phrase it. Damn it the words escape me.<br />
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The medical problem I was dealt on September, 17, 2014 was a real awakening. It slowed me way down physically and eventually mentally. Unfortunately the physical slow down was immediate, the mental state took quite a spell. I use to read the paper, watch television, and talk to my wife at the same time. Trying to do all this simultaneously something has to give. I did not use close captioning then. Anyway you see my point, I truly wasn't paying attention to the television. I was aware she loved the show, it did not seem to be my cup of tea. It did not take much brain power to enjoy the shows I use to watch, add my lack of hearing, well now I was not receiving all that I need to receive to fire all me synapses and emotions in order to understand. <br />
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My two favorite shows at this time in my life are House and Grey's Anatomy which are popular in reruns. Grey's Anatomy has 4 shows every afternoon on the Lifetime network. House is on the Universal network. I have been able to watch Grey's Anatomy starting from the very beginning, a must do to truly appreciate the characters and what's going on. I still have a working V. C. R. unit with a D. V. D. player purchased in 2012. I simply record and watch at my leisure. Your probably saying to yourself "you old fart why don't you just use the play features on your cable system like the rest of the world?" I could, but why pay $2.99 per episode when I can do it for FREE! <br />
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I use the headphones and close captioning when I watch the show now. My mind is totally focusing on the show, man oh man! it sure is amazing what you are aware of if you're using all your faculties. Although my faculties are old and deteriorated I can get the most out of them. Example is when using the headphones I can get all the secondary sounds and music which add much to the overall enjoyment. It is also nice to speed through the commercials. <br />
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Wow-za my mind has gone fuzzy from me meds, whatever happens here on out, might be fun. Very few shows do I watch on the BooB tube. I use to watch the news, but I no longer get any enjoyment, depends on what network you watch. Its all about ratings and damn . . . news ainna news no more it's pure shite! I gain more knowledge watching Sponge Bob! I'm not going down the road of politics where it always ends in the swamp. <br />
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My mind is almost gone. I don't use alcohol haven't in 20 years. I'll admit to liking the feeling it gives you and see why people are addicted. Right now it feels as though I've had a few. I reckon that's 'bout all for today as my monitor is getting hard to see. I'm currently reading a book called The Symbol, one of them Dan Brown books. It's an easy read and I go get lunch and read some each day. My eyes like the sunlight, age thing you know! My last book was about the pilot who was able to land the plane in a New York river, Captain Sully Sullenberger, another easy read but quite compelling. I don't read much anymore, I need new glasses but find if I read with the aid of sunlight everything is clear. Oh well that's enough, "Happy trails to you, until we meet again" Roy Rogers use to say that at the end of his television show, Red Skeleton said "may God bless." Glen says "goodnight my friends."glengearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584799892186696831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125348831849993008.post-73307579488004264792017-04-27T21:26:00.000-07:002017-04-27T21:26:17.711-07:00I don't look in the mirror anymore. That's not me, can't be ... what has living done to me? The shell I don't recognize, the soul's still the same. Why? My heart, my mind, forever young. That hurts, it really does! I find myself staying in bed longer each day, no reason to rise. Snug under my covers not moving a muscle, no aches, no pains, sweet dreams, better than reality. I live a fuller when my imagination runs amuck. Sometimes I wish not to not wake. I live for my dreams that are beyond words. The emotions so full take me away, there I truly live and feel. One cannot understand, unless you've been there. <br />
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Life takes its toil on everyone, no one can escape the slowly tightening grip through age. I feel so limited, by what my body is able to do. I'm not alone, I find little comfort in knowing age creates the same curse to all. <br />
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Just a thought, not enough to be considered a post. Oh well it's my beddy-bye-time, sweet dreams........ <br />
<br />glengearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584799892186696831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125348831849993008.post-72350408589340576702017-04-20T21:51:00.002-07:002017-04-20T21:51:29.980-07:00I SHOULD A KNOWN BETTER (conclusion)Where was I? It's been six months since the first part of this post, six months a mere sniffle in time, seems to me anymore. Never one for regular dental visits, pain however overrides fear, in my book anyway. I open the Dentist's door, deep breathes, fear placed on the back burner. Almost instantaneously I find my body hovering above the dental chair. (A wee joke, you see, hovering instead of sitting.) X-rays confirm the damage. Infection, bridge broken, filling pulled out. Why should my teeth be good when the rest of my body is a scrapyard. I leave with a prescription of antibiotics, scheduled to come back in a month after the infection clears up. WHATT! No pain pills! Other people get pain pills, why not me? Thi old man is in pain, what do you have to do to get pain pills. I suppose old people must suffer while others get their addiction quota! <br />
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One of the many, many things I have been learned the hard way in my many, many years. (I kind of like that last sentence.) Why pray tell do you have wisdom at the end of your life, than earlier when you most need it? Any way, "As your teeth goes so does your health." So it seems, so it goes, so I have read. <br />
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Before I could leave, actually while I was still in the dental chair a plan of attack for repairing my teeth, wrong . . . I want them suckers pulled!<br />
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While getting x-rays the insurance person was keeping busy with my plan and payment for the rest. What pray tell does ones do without insurance? Suffer I'd reckon! My wife uses our part of our yearly allowance on our dental plan, tain't much, but better than nothing! <br />
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Next visit to the house of discomfort. I was sweating before I walk through the door, gonna pull 10 teeth today. Wowza, that seems like a lot o teeth, yes it does! My mind were made up and I be ready! Lord have mercy! Pulling, cracking, sounds like some kind of grinding. I was afraid I was going to pee my pants! He was doing some stitching, what the hell did he do? I must have some gushing of the red stuff! Yikes just when I think I'm at the end of my rope, the magic words are said "DONE" I mutter or at least I attempt to mutter "bathroom." I'm normally light headed, but with my head tilted back for what seemed like eternity, I was woos-ier than normal, yep! I have to climb some steps being as how their rooms of terror are in the basement, thinking "that ought to be fun!" After what was several minutes of emptying my bladder, pressure equalizes. I see the damage, meaning the money it was going to cost me after the insurance pays. I bob and weave to my SUV. I have in my hand a prescription for hydrocodone, yee haw! Hi-ho-hi-ho off to the drug store I go! I did not want to wait so I told them "my wife will pick them up in a few hours." I was feeling no pain AT THE MOMENT. By the time I got my pain pills it felt like 10 tiny people were a jackhammering on each tooth! What a day! Pain eases but the bleeding won't stop. I go to bed and wake up choking, blood all over me and my blanker, lordy, lordy! I go to the Dentist office first thing. Doctor Dentist says "put tea bags on it." I'm thinking "he must have a screw loose!" I thought maybe more stitches, but tea bags, bloody tea bags! So I get my tea bags and they done the trick.<br />
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Next visit he checks my gums, The next visit 6 front teeth are pulled and my upper dentures are placed in, no problem with bleeding.<br />
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Yep! I should a known better and took better care of my teeth. You know there are a lotta things in life that we should a known better. Oh well! I'LL JUST CREEP ALONG WITH MY CANE UNTIL "THE BIG ONE HITS" AS RED FOX USED TO SAY" glengearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584799892186696831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125348831849993008.post-75097760645444911642017-04-17T00:14:00.000-07:002017-04-17T00:14:57.530-07:00NOTHINGI know it's been awhile. From October of last year seems only a couple weeks in Glen's time. I shall make an attempt at where my mind has been a roll out any and everything that comes gushing out of my head. I made fun of my mother who is in here late eighties. I questioned here one day as we were4 sitting on here front porch on a beautiful 80 degree June afternoon. Momma I ask "what are you thinking about?" She replies "nothing, absolutely nothing." Like the pesky son that I am, I did not like "nothing" for an answer. Ya see I have been trying for a couple years now to get inside her mind, I wanted stories of her life which I intended to post her on Glenview. She would say, "I don't remember." I found that unsatisfactory, ya see she a smart woman who was dealt a bad hand in her life, stuck with a joker as a husband, she still rode the hand out as ones of her generation did. Growing up during the 30's, or "the great depression as they would say." Almost every time after trying to get her to open up she would say "you'll have to ask Marvin." Her younger brother. Well now, I did not want to hear it from Marvin! I wanted it from the horse's mouth you see. I wished to open the flood gates, hoping to have stories gushing out like the floods of springtime. <br />
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I asked her "didn't you go to school in a two room schoolhouse where children would go until the eighth grade?" "Yes" she replied. Not quite the answer I had hoped for! The only other facts I got out of her was, it had outdoor bathrooms and a hand pump for water, seems everybody carried one of them fold up metal cups for retrieving water. This is the type of facts I wished for the form the foundation of stories about yesteryear, as told through my momma's mind. Imagine a two room red brick schoolhouse which was the mainstay of the country school system back the. Many of these structures were still standing in my younger days. Few remain, a handful still stand, a vivid reminder to those who know what they was once used for. A solid structure, outhouses, a well. WELL, seems a teaching young minds were a might simpler back then! She, like her father were hard working doers not talkers. Imagination, playing, having fun, did not fit into her life per what little I know of her upbringing. She the oldest child was buried deep in chores and hard work. Being big sis to four siblings was foremost in her formative years. Her mother was a small sickly woman as little as I gathered through the years. Helping to raise her brothers and sisters, helping her mother, raising a big garden, canning the fruit provided from the earth was her task. I believe that was referred to as responsibility, so you can see why she was the person she was. The helping of family necessities were ingrained in her. Simply went from her upbringing to bringing up her offspring. Seven children later, retiring at the age of 70, another necessity required of her because of a mistake in judgment at the age of seventeen. (Hey, that's another story.) Factory work her whole life to keep a roof and food on the table for her family. Losing two children od the seven also shaped her, it has too! All I shall tell you about my father at this time, he was a flawed man his upbringing was the opposite of my mother's.<br />
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Wow! that came out quick and wrote itself. I'm trying to explain where I rather my mind has been for six months now. My mind, apparently like my mother has been in hibernation. I know now what she was referring to when she answered "nothing" to my question on the front porch. <br />
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She has known responsibility, a beautifully fantastic trait. I reckon her mind has never been her own or so it seems to me, handling the responsibilities of whatever came her way. <br />
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I opened the computer for the first time in a long time. Why did the words in front of these spring up. "Most interesting" I might say. I hope as springtime is here my long winter's nap brings forth many more words. The last six months seems only days, no more than a few weeks. My last post about getting work done by the Dentist I shoulda known better seems so fresh. I do know what "nothing means," only I don't wish to return there! <br />
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My mother is judged by the content of her life, the responsibility she was made of. I have known many people from her generation. I admire them. The person I admire most in my life is my mother, next is her father, my grandfather. Quiet, hard working. Strong to have survived when others would have folded. <br />
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In summation, I like to type whatever comes, it's the attempt to make perfect in my words that bore me. I ask you to overlook the clumsiness of my writings. For I am but a poor clumsy man from my upbringing of a poor school system of the finest buildings money can buy. I never had the chance to go to college, never was a dream from the beginning, no one in my family did. I am a product of my environment and have many stories to tell. I have been blessed my whole life with very vivid dreams and imagination, they're back!!! glengearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584799892186696831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125348831849993008.post-72671700322156761232016-09-24T04:10:00.002-07:002017-04-17T00:30:58.935-07:00I Should A Known Better!!! (Part One)I sucked up my fear of Dentists Thursday after a couple weeks of pain, I gave in. I love peanuts especially the trail mix kind. Not too long ago in a galaxy far away, (Sorry about that, that was where my mind went so I took you there!) Not too long ago maybe three weeks or could of been two days ago the way time is in my daily life. Non the less I have not had any peanuts in a while. I chomp down on them like a pig to slop! (Yikes! I seem a bit silly this morning must be the antibiotics and pain meds.) I ate the whole bag several ounces, should a known better! Never one to be known for thinkin', if it feels good do it! That was in my younger days, now well you get the picture! Now I'll take, satisfaction, pleasure, any good feeling any time I can get it. The trail mix taste better than a $30.00 prime rib, umm, umm good! Lost a tooth not too long ago from popcorn, don't you just hate it when, you're watching a good movie eating popcorn and Lordy! An un-popped kernel, bringeth tears to your eyes, can't even say the f word! Well this one done some real damage! That sucker was loose and I decided I'll leave it alone for a few days, to see what happens and you know how much I love Dentists!!! It kept getting looser, I kept my tongue working on it, not intentionally, I'd find my tongue massaging it and tell it "to stop!" Just like children, they do the opposite of what you tell them! I was eating a few days later and that damn tooth just came right out of there! Yes it did! I said "Damn! probably just saved $500.00 and some discomfort." <br />
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So my latest go round eating things that us old people probably should not a even be eating. I have been eating nice soft food like, apple sauce, mash potatoes, you know soft food. I believe them almonds, (sometimes I feel like a nut some times I don't!) sorry 'bout that! I find myself under the influence of too much apple sauce, I mean a couple extra meds.<br />
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I have a bridge on my right side, from habit that's where I chomp away on hard foods such as peanuts. Broke the back side of my bridge and the side of the tooth behind. Well, everybody knows, a broken bridge is not good. I began the fretting of having to go see a Dentist. Done went and destroyed me bridge and the tooth beside it. I be in a world of shit now! <br />
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Should a known better, yes I should a!!!<br />
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The tooth behind the bridge has a filling in it, too much thinkin' can get one, especially an old fart like me in trouble! <br />
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With the insurance we have today, not too good, We have a $6,000.00 deductible, just a few years ago it was $500.00. Obama has done wonders for us the lower middle class working people ain't he? <br />
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Okay, now where was I? So I broke me little bridge from a hard nut, most likely one of them hard ass almonds, the filling is still intact in the other one and the bridge seems to be holding up okay. (Notice how I started the last sentence off with okay and ended it with okay!) No real rush, right? So naturally I put it off too long! Woke up one morning with blood on me pillow and the side of my mouth, I thought "what the hell?" The filling had come out, oh shit!<br />
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Should a known better, yes I should a!<br />
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What I'm about to tell you is a true story that happened in the town I live and grew up in, it was on the front page of our newspaper. A Dentist from one of them national chain Dental offices, was working on an older man in his fifties, pulling a tooth, apparently the man had a bad infection and the Dentist had to pull several more than any one expected. The wife wondered what was taking so long and checks on her husband, she saw blood everywhere, and she 'bout has a heart attack. She calls 911 and takes him to the hospital, yep what do you think 'bout that? <br />
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So I be a fretting about fixing my little bridge and the tooth behind it and you just know . . . their gonna find plenty of other work on this old fart that has not taken good care of his teeth. I be a sweating it and putting' it off. <br />
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Okay here is the quandary I was in. Do I put a shit-pot full of $'s in an old man's teeth or do I just yank them suckers, all of them. I thought about it and thought a whole lot more. <br />
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Should a known better, yes I should a! <br />
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Whilst I be doing all this thinkin', not only did I get a headache, I got a toothache, and my sinus's we're rebelling! Now I decided it be the right time to go see Mr. Dentist. TOO CONTINUE!glengearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584799892186696831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125348831849993008.post-48491339127406257222016-09-21T01:33:00.002-07:002016-09-21T01:33:47.320-07:00Odontophobia! (Crikey)I come to you today in great pain, I have never written before with such a jaw, sinus headache type pain. I should go to bed but don't wanna! I put off going to Doctors as much as possible especially the Dentist. I have a fear of Dentist, you see. No . . . I really do! Odontophobia is what it's called I think. I prefer I hate the Dentist. Scraping, drilling, pushing, with strangers sticking their hands in your mouth, gives me the hee-bee-gee-bees! I come from a very poor family and at a time when Dentistry was not practiced like it is today, preventatively I mean. There was a Army Dentist called Dr. Pushor, well he'd just jerk that bad tooth out whilst my parents held me down. Yep! that's my first experience at Dentistry! They didn't even give me a shot of whiskey, like on the westerns before surgery! HA HA! I may be exaggerating a little but very primitive unlike today. Luckily I brushed my teeth regularly after that, and was good until about the age of 22, as best as I can recollect. Had another tooth pulled. In todays world of perfect teeth and prevention this seems so archaic, but poor people did things differently, why? because they knew no better and did not have insurance. My Momma wore dentures by the age of 30. My Daddy was missing a few teeth, some were pulled by old Dr. Pushor and some were knocked out from Bar fights. <br />
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(It were a different time in my hometown and bar fights be another story, I hope I don't forget to write about!!!)<br />
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Golly . . . where was I headed? Perfect teeth, although hugely important was not number one, because of money and insurance, lack of, you see! (No Obamey Caring back then, you know!!!)<br />
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Dad-burn-it-all-to-hell, forgot once again what I was going to say! <br />
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I tried taking care of my teeth, well in my later twenties because my Momma lost her teeth I decided to go see a Dentist regularly, found me a new one just in town and done the works. I needed several things done and since I had first rate insurance I said "let's do it right!" Took right good care of my teeth, yes I did! <br />
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You know there is nothing quite like a person, well a woman with a nice smile and beautiful teeth. She smiles and you see them pearlie whites shining, just looks so nice1<br />
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My family the older ones had no teeth, wore dentures, or when they smiled it was frightening. watching.<br />
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Never stopped them at supper time, they'd be gumming or two teething the corn bread and beans!<br />
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Several years back this whitening of teeth become the craze. I've seen women news anchors, opening their mouths so wide with them sunny bright smiles, that's all I could see, especially if they had dark skin. On my old tube television I would never of noticed that, but when with my new big screen high resolution television, damn, baby!!! <br />
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Had me a point when I began this little ordeal in writing, lets see I started off, let me go back and check because I did forget. It's not old age, it's just the way my mind really works and it has slowed down immensely in the last several years. It burnt out long ago!<br />
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Pain, dental phobia, as in O-DON'T-FUCK-WITH-ME-A-PHOB-I-A! I mean Odontophobia, that be a mouth full ain't it? There is more I was a gonna write a, but I'm going to the Dentist tomorrow and I'll keep you posted. glengearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584799892186696831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125348831849993008.post-32855602471379245302016-09-17T02:02:00.000-07:002016-09-18T01:29:10.364-07:00I just don't understand!It's been a week since I sit down at me computer, I can hardly believe that, seems like only a couple days in Glen's time. I have nothing to base my days on, I basically do the same thing every day, so every day seems the same. That's kind of interesting and scary at the same time. Don't rightly recollect what day it is or the date. No need to I suppose. Haven't been watching the news, seems I'm stuck in limbo or la-la land. Actually la-la land is a nice place to be, no worries, no ups or downs, just hanging in there surviving. Nothing wrong with that is there? <br />
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The earth is still turning, wow just sit back in the swing and swing away. That is a learned process, which has taken me a heap of time to get used to. I was always used to going faster than my mind could go and making sense of it all. I'm here to tell you "it don't make no sense!" <br />
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Two years ago the 17 th, of this month the world as I knew it come to a standstill. If not for an old Army Sergeant I'd be dead, he literally breathed new life back into me after a blood clot stopped me dead in my tracks. A most interesting experience I wish not on no one. Many jump starts from them paddle of life chargers, thing-a-ma-gigs and I'm charged for life like the energizer bunny! Half a month in two different hospitals returns me not to normal, but somewhere in between, whatever normal is? <br />
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Friends and relatives are dropping like . . . you know. We all have expiration dates, sooner as in accidents, later as in old age or illness, we're headed to wherever. Sad but certain fact we cannot stop. <br />
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I struggle to make sense of the world I find myself living in. Simply put very little makes any sense at all. I feel like an alien in my own little world. Seems common sense, simple solutions to simple problems have become so bloated, no amount of Gas-X can cure! <br />
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I'm ready for whatever lies beyond this world, simply to get off the merry go round. I tire of simply turning in circles as the world is out of focus all around me. <br />
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I do not understand even my closest friends and family, perhaps that's because I'm not out there in the rat race anymore. Glad I'm not! I watch, read listen, thinking I'm hard of hearing but the world is simply F'd up! Any national newscast confirms that. I see things from a different light, perhaps I'm just set in my ways but the problems I see are solvable but "ain't no one working on them!" <br />
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I once heard this saying "it takes a village to raise a child." You're saying "WHAT!" <br />
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I have no idea what it means, unless, people working together for the good of one creates a whole village that works together. Damn . . . that does make sense! Ain't never gonna happen baby!glengearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584799892186696831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125348831849993008.post-28056478616687854922016-09-10T03:06:00.001-07:002016-09-10T03:06:26.196-07:00Laugh along with me!Can't sleep so thought I would try and type a little somethun, somethun. I will warn you Just like I used somethun, I absolutely love to play around with the spelling of wurds. "Why?" Thanks for askin'. I haven't the foggiest idee. Welll that's not entirely true. Once again I remind you I have a sisnificant hearing loss. I've had hearing problems all my life. Didn't know I did, till I did not pass the hearing test in school. So the school sent me to the Doctor, Doctor give me the news. <br />
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(Sorry a wee funny, well at least to me, reminds me of an old song, please bear with me as I feel a mite wild, lack o sleep I reckon!) Cannot be lack o sleep I sleep more now than ever!<br />
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The family Doc. was an old Army Doctor, no fancy, smancy tests back then. This is when they give you a shot for everything, he checks my ears and did a verbal hearing test with his back turned. Thank God no shot, said "some hearing loss, but okay, recommend to sit up front in class." So every hearing test it was the same o same o. <br />
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Dad burn it, I lost my train o thought, talkin' about the hearing shite! Where the hell was I? Oh wasn't talkin' 'bout nothin' no how! <br />
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Had me a good day if-fin I took out having the shits! You know the diarrhea thing-a-ma- bob. Wow that'll sure clean you out! Hahaha. This just proves I'll talk about anything, maybe I should be a Political Advisor! <br />
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Let me tell you what I witnessed the other day. I was at the grocery store and watch a little old lady come out of the store in one of them scooter carts for people that you know have problems with walking, back, whatever. Anywhoo, I watch her while I was writing down my grocery list. She drives to the back of her van unloads her groceries, then she takes off the front part of her scooter, then she takes off the seat. So we have like one third of a scooter left, she picks, what remained up and places it in the van. Yes she did! I kid you not! I was in shock! Now I'm no expert in people scooters but damn! This part had the battery, and batteries to run that ain't light! Let's imagine for a minute, please imagine along with me. If the scooter weighs say 100 pounds and she reduces it by half, I cannot see an old lady, especially with some kind of affliction picking up half, can you. Lets take it a wee further, say what's left weighs 35 pounds. Dead weight, placing it in the van, well she's still a pretty good old lady I'd say!<br />
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I'd like to see what she bought in the grocery store and ask her what she eats. I would start eating whatever super food she's on. She can't have a back problem, or heart trouble. "Yikes" is all I can say!!! <br />
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The corn is turning brown, the days are shorter, seems summer just gets started and fall is upon us. I took a ride out into the country today with my sidekick Tigger (Rambo) all 4 pounds of him. There is this one spot where corn covers all four sides at a stop sign. From green to brown it is a sight to behold. Then the farmer picks it and the fields look so empty. The ground has done its job giving life for countless people. It's magical if you really think about it. May finds planting of a small kernel in the soil with proper moisture it grows to 7 foot tall, in just a few months. If that's not something, I don't know what is! <br />
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Since springtime I like to take a little ride everyday. I row the windows down and enjoy the fresh air. I'm like Tigger he has his head stuck out the window the wind in his hair. Other the other side I take in the goodness of simple pleasures. Even on hot days the breeze keeps us cool, a cold ice tea also helps, he has his own ice water, whoo-wee, were good baby! <br />
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I mow grass most every day. Tigger sits in the car my Mom's old Monte Carlo our favorite riding around in vehicle. I park it under a shade tree and he watches as I work. He has the life doesn't he, all he has to do is look cute, whilst the ugly must do the work. Haha! <br />
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Animals are so special, literally life savers to ones with special needs. I've read and watched many amazing stories about the bonding and saving of lives by our friends of the furry kind. <br />
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I find it impossible to stay on one subject, but those of you that tune in regularly know that, don't you. My mind don't whirl as fast as it used to, the old motor needs rebuilt, but what's left of it will have to do until the rebuild into my next go round. Do we reincarnate, hell I don't now, don't care do you? Do we go to a beautiful white house in the sky? Do we visit the deeps of hell? Questions, questions, questions? Always questions but no answers! Some make a mighty fine living producing answers. Do they really know? I don't think so! I live by the answers felt by my soul and my heart. For there lies where we have to live. <br />
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Not a moment of wisdom but seriousness in that last paragraph. I shall try to stay away from that, takes too much energy!glengearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584799892186696831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125348831849993008.post-33114078952370810232016-09-08T00:03:00.000-07:002016-09-08T00:03:35.260-07:00WOULDN'T THAT BE NICE!A big HELLO my friends. What's new in the looney-tooney world of American Politics? No one cares anymore! Cannot get any more boring can it? Donald Trump is out campaigning or should I say out inflating his ego playing to his choir, soaking up all the limelight that celebrities get off on. Hillary spends her time not campaigning but raising money, lord have mercy! She has a new plane, those suckers ain't cheap! Three or four hundred million, ought to buy one! Crikey! She spent a week hobnobbing with the rich and famous so I hear in California, probably paid for that new plane in one week. She has to out do Donald's old plane you know! I wonder if it has Clinton on the side? <br />
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As I age I get the feeling I have crossed over into an alternate universe. I have had that feeling for quite a spell now. Every day things sometimes seem out of sync. I'm not kidding! I believe I partially enter into the bent strings of other universes, where briefly I find myself. There is what is called string theory and I think my last synapse short circuits and there I be! Yep makes sense to me! <br />
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That makes as much sense as what I encounter in this here real world. I must spend my last few years in. "THE TWILIGHT ZONE?" FOR SURE MY GOOD BUDDIES!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
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The funny thing is you know what I'mma talkin' about, don't you. Two years ago I fell hard onto the concrete at work, the Dr.'s were worried about damage to my brain, this is true now. Dr. asked my wife after waking me up from a drug induced coma for several days "Is he acting normal?" My wife answered "he's always been that way!" Is that supposed to be funny? I just came back from the land of almost gone from a blood clot, where they shocked me back numerous times! <br />
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I do not watch Hillary Clinton or Donald Trump talk, it is unnerving. Trump cares only about his brand, so what can go beyond his Ivory Tower that he has built? If you're stuck on yourself as he is The White House I suppose! <br />
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Hillary, she cannot answer press questions apparently! She appears to be a power hungry manipulation of the Elitist. Where money, name alone will buy the White House. She wants to be the first women President soo baad! <br />
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WELL SEEMS TO ME AN OLD MAN WHO SEES MIGHTY STRANGE GOINGS ON IN HIS DEGENERATIVE YEARS, EVERYTHING IN THIS OLD WORLD IS MANY DEGREES OFF PLUM. SAD FACT IT CARRIES OVER NOT JUST IN POLITICS BUT INTO EVERY FACET OF TODAY'S WORLD. <br />
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I HOPE ALL THESE ALTERNATE, PARALELL WHAT EVER THE FRICK THESE WHOLE UNIVERSES BEYOND UNIVERSES, WHATEVER! IF THEY WOULD COME TOGETHER AND MAKE ONE UNIVERSE THAT MAKES A LICK OF SENSE, WOULDN'T THAT BE NICE!!!!glengearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584799892186696831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125348831849993008.post-57025109840985832682016-09-06T01:38:00.000-07:002016-09-06T01:38:24.345-07:00I Shall Overcome!Some day I just want to stay in bed, I feel no pain in my dreams ya see. I live inside my dreams, whether it be leaping tall buildings with a single bound, or flying like a bird over the country free as one can be. I have many dreams about flying like a bird. I find my body turning into a giant hawk my arms become wings my, body completes the transformation and it is the most satisfying beautiful part of my reoccurring dreams. <br />
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I also have dreams where I just float upwards like a balloon, I go where the breeze wills me, sometimes just over the rooftops, above the power lines. My first dream of this type found me up, up, and away higher and higher. I felt no cold something protected me, I did not worry or ask why? I simply enjoyed the moments actually hours floating viewing the countryside from a different perspective. Floating above ball players having fun after dark, the lights seem so spectacular. Shopping centers seem so clean I could not see the trash that people leave behind. Flying over the interstate was a sight to behold, car lights go on forever. Seeing my city looking so small from high above. The view from just above the trees to high above made me feel so free, so alive, no fear, the highest highs, of my life. Shame it's only a dream! Hey I'm convinced its the dream state that has kept me alive in time of troubles, Mother Dream comes to me, giving me dreams of wisdom, soothing I escape in ways not possible in real life.<br />
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The most reoccurring dream I have is, I always find myself trying to get back home to the house I currently live in. Obstacles of monumental proportions seem to keep that from happening. The house I grew up in from about 6 to 17 years of age is more prevalent than the other house I have lived in. There is a tie to this house that prevents me to coming home, where I wish to be.<br />
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Obstacles of every day plight to evil forces surrounding my neighborhood, baggage created by my father. Really dark forces, I mean REALLY DARK FORCES enters in a few of the dreams. Nightmares of sorts, but I'm able to overcome them. <br />
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Most of my dreams are really good dreams, I can do anything, like play guitar, sing, always interesting. My only regrets is that I cannot transfer the emotions actually the dream itself into the computer at the time I have it. What remains after I wake up, just for a short spell is soon gone. I do remember some more vividly than others. I believe that is the reoccurring dreams staying fresh. glengearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584799892186696831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125348831849993008.post-59013663787624025912016-08-31T01:33:00.000-07:002016-08-31T01:33:39.605-07:00Good neighbors and more!Here I sit this is the time I like to fiddle around, hoping some notes come my way. I probably should give up this attempt at writing, seems I have nothing much to say anymore. I play around waiting for the Big Kahuna, the writing God will send a tiny speck of something my way. Ya see the automatic writing thing-a-ma- jig is contagious. When it hits me I can type out a post lickety-split. My fingers and mind work together in ways I never thought possible. My clumsy old arthritic fingers peck away at the keyboard and it is truly exhilarating. I get high, and the best way to keep the mind alert in old age is to keep it active. It may not appear much to you, my friends out there but I do try. My imagination has dropped off considerably and I don't wish to lose what I have left, so every night I spend some time hoping, a few drops of auto pilot writing, something or the other comes out of the deep recesses of my cranial cavity. Surely there lies from past experiences, a lifetime of chaos, order, funny predicaments, my God there's endless possibilities, if I can pull it out. Seems when I was forced to participate in the madness of work and every day activities, my emotions and endless thoughts run amuck. Now I live a simple life where nothing much happens. My brain activity is pretty much on minimal life support. If it wasn't for watching the daily news my few remaining brain cells would wither away. I watch the news but am able to laugh where I use to get mad. I shake my head in disbelief most of the time. I do like seeing people views and what they believe. It gets down right hilarious members of both political parties arguing and defending their candidates. I must keep my mind active, my body shrivels, however if I can keep my mind active I feel I will survive. <br />
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I mow my grass for exercise I have a riding mower but choose to mow at least a half hour a day. It has been relatively hot this summer the sweating and mowing seems to help me. I mow as much or as little as I want ya see. My next door neighbor cannot understand and has talked to me about mowing in the hot dog days of summer weather, when the dogs are smart enough to do nothing and lay around in the shade. Not true of my dogs they are in the air conditioning. Damn doesn't make me look too fricking smart does it? I'm out sweating and their lying around in the coolness. I choose to do it, rather than walking for exercise I am productive by pushing my mower. Any how my neighbor mows part of my yard when she is out there mowing her yard, on her riding mower. I'm not going to tell her not to I'm not that dumb! <br />
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Just to be thought of and someone going out of their way is so meaningful, so special. Words cannot describe what has been lost in today's selfie world. It warms me in ways un-thought of. We pass each other and wave and smile everyday. It helps an old worn out man get through another day at that simple act of kindness, we sure need more don't we? <br />
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While typing the last paragraph I remember a little kind and funny incident that happened not all that long ago I use to visit a certain convenient store all too often to get a sugary soda, don't do that any more! I have always opened doors for people, a habit still done but not a lot. I had my big gulp death in a big ass cup, headed to the door when a young woman opened the door for me, a mighty kind gesture I'm thinking. Then a thought passed, I must be getting old when young people are opening the door for me. It was the kindness shown that helped make my day, even though I'm getting old! glengearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584799892186696831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125348831849993008.post-79748575564152079052016-08-26T01:01:00.000-07:002016-08-26T01:01:34.906-07:00Can't sit still!!!I come to you tonight with a blank brain, having just watched the news. Ha ha ha. I just lost an hour of my life! Why do, I do that? Better still, why do, I do that, every night? ( There sure is a lot of dos in the last two sentences . . . just remember where your at! ) I'm addicted to mental anguish, I suppose. So how about I do something else in the evening. I was fixin' to mow grass. I took a peek at the radar and it shows NOTHING, no rain anywhere near me. I open my garage door, fill my push mower with gas, there was a most wonderful breeze, even though it was 90 degrees. I was looking forward to mowing some grass ya see, I need the exercise and me old body always feels better afterwards. It be the getting going waking up all my worn out joints, I cannot get in no hurry, I can't!!! I mow for a spell, sit for a spell, read the newspaper and watch the world move at my pace. I use to haf-ta move at the worlds pace, don't haf-ta do that NO more! I have a old fashion rocking chair with webbing, I plant my big arse in it to rest or just study the situation ya see. What be I studying? aw come on people, us-ta be front porches on every house, few had air-conditioning the older retired folks especially grandpa would sit in his rocker on the airy front porch waving away at the people going by and you know what? everybody would wave back because that's what they always have done. Friendly folk retiring to the front porch doing their job as greeters, that's where Sam Walton got the Greeter idea.<br />
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I feel a sprinkle, doesn't concern me, I just looked at the radar on the computer. Forecast for this evening was a slight chance for pop up rain. The steady breeze was from the west, felt so good . . . I can't rightly express, how it enhanced my feeling so damn good at that moment. It blew a good mother nature high on the moment. Ya see I'm old and pert-nert shot, mentally and physically. So when them little moments in life thrill me, baby they really thrill me! <br />
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I use to attend church with my grandma and grandpa on my daddy's side, poor simple folk. They had been around, been through much in their lives, never got shook up at anything. Although I have seen my grandma get all shook up when the spirit of the Lord leaped in her soul. I have wrote about the Pentecostal religion before. You may be thinkin' "what the hell is that old boy a talkin' about?" Sometimes, well that's not quite right, once in a while, an energy, a presence of goodness, that feels so good you just have to shout, shimmy and shake. Um huh, not rock and roll like old Jerry Lee, but a feel goodness so as you cannot sit in the pew, no more! My grandma was one of them when she felt the power, the goodness, the holy spirit strike, she was rejuvenated. I don't have the words to do justice my friends but I sure am going to try and take you along with my grandma through my eyes and the thrill I received watching her take herself to a new, higher level. <br />
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Most of the services I hate to use these words in the little country church out in the hills and hollers, were rather boring dead like. There was singing, testifying, preaching but no chord was hit to take it higher. But then I say THEN . . . something would click, the energy comes, yes it does, hallelujah! out of no where, like a breeze blowing in from out of the universe, dag-nap it its so darn hard to explain unless you have experienced it. I shall do my best! There has been times in our life when we cannot sit still. Okay some of you may not fully grasp what I be a tryin' to tell ya! Think of a Black Baptist Church with a choir, singing church songs with the feeling that is simple, sweet, special to the heart. Now come on "people you can imagine that, think Blues Brothers, every one is in the groove feeling the power, damn I can feel it as I type it! I'm feeling good!" <br />
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Me grandma was a couple hairs over 5 foot, long red hair, worn up. As country looking as your imagination can imagine, Grandpa was over 6 foot, only had one eye. He loved to wear suits he bought second hand. Any way I would be sitting besides grandma and could tell when it was 'bout to happen. She always got into the singing feeling good. But . . . once in a while it'd go beyond just good. When she was beginning to feel real good, her body would start to sway, her feet could not be still, she'd be standing up, hands above her head she had to move, shake, she was happy her body was full of the spirit!!! Every body would be on their feet, singing .They were under a joyful power greater than themselves, a natural glory high! It sure was something to experience let along witness. <br />
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I doubt many have experienced such things. All I know is they were happy, no drugs, alcohol. High from life at that moment, if one got started it become contagious. Call it anything you will. Nothing wrong with feeling good about something, anything! Power be it the Holy Spirit, the spirit of a wonderful breeze the kind that happens rarely, The smell and beauty of a summertime rain. Whatever makes one feel good. Dag-nap-it . . . there are times unexplainable happenings that make one just want to shout. Ain't nothin' wrong with that, is there????glengearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584799892186696831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125348831849993008.post-74909654085533762052016-08-22T01:13:00.000-07:002016-08-22T01:13:57.126-07:00Smells and RadioMy life is so boring riding over to Burger King for lunch getting some chicken nuggets and an ice tea with my dog is pert-nert the highlight of my day. Wow huh? Actually it is quite refreshing, the wind blowing through our hair, just feels natural to me and my Yorkie. Today as we we're headed to my car a rabbit was in the front yard. Rambo seen it, ah all I thought never get him into the car as he raced after that wabbit! No matter how cute he is, nor the size he is a dog after all. Well the race is on, Rambo was doing pretty good until the wabbit made one of them running back moves. I hollered to him and sure enough he knew better than to chase that wabbit, his heart was set on a ride with the breeze blowing through his hair. He applies his brakes and runs to the car, jumps in ready to ride. Dogs are born to hold their head out the window and ride, ride, ride. I have a jumper seat for him so he can see out, remember now he weighs in at the fighting weight of 3 and 1/2 pounds that's why I nicknamed him Rambo, his real name is Tigger. <br />
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On the way to lunch a smell got my attention, I go the same way every day but never noticed this smell before. As soon as that scent hit me I thought of the old library I use to visit when I was young. I spent a lot of time there doing schoolwork, books to read and such. This library was very old with wooden floors and the smell of books was everywhere. That smell briefly sent thoughts through my mind. No where else have I experienced that except the old downtown library, which by the way was torn down and replaced over years ago. <br />
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My question is? Did My mind cause that smell or did I actually smell that while riding around? <br />
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Our minds can play many tricks on us of that I'm sure. I have experienced this most unusual, weird whatever for probably twenty years. I will wake up in the middle of the night and hear what I have identified as a radio being played so low I cannot understand the words. With that being said I have caught a song lyric, once the call letters of the station and once a couple words being said. I know I'm nuts but I swear this is true! I make light of the fact that I'm hard hearing and if I wasn't possibly I would understand more. hahaha<br />
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I have read where this has happened to other people and it was believed to be fillings in their teeth. I've also read where some people are super sensitive to electric, micro wave signals and such.<br />
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I bring this radio thing up only because of the smell I described earlier. I do believe our mind is far more active than we allow it to be. If only we could tap into it more. <br />
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I believe famous thinkers have been able to tap into some kind of cosmic intelligence or whatever you wish to call it. I believe Nikola Tesla said he got his ideas in his dreams.<br />
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YOU KNOW STRANGE THINGS DO HAPPEN IN OUR LIFE. MY IMAGINATION WHICH KEPT ME GOING HAS DRASTICALLY BEEN CURTAILED. I DO MISS IT BECAUSE THE STORIES I WROTE EARLY ON CAME OUT OF IT. SEEMS A PART OF ME HAS DIED AFTER MY ORDEAL A COUPLE YEARS AGO. MY IMAGINATION WAS WHY I STARTED WRITING AT THIS AGE. <br />
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I CURRENTLY HAVE AN INTEREST IN POLITICS, I REALLY WISH I DID NOT! POLITICS IS EASY EXPLAINED PER MY INSIGHT, ITS ALL GREED, POWER, MANIPULATION, USING US COMMON PEOPLE AS SLAVES. THAT GOES BACK THROUGH HISTORY, ALWAYS BEEN THAT WAY.<br />
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I WOULD RATHER HAVE MY IMAGINATION BACK QUITE FRANKLY AS I ABSOLUTELY LOVED WRITING THE STORIES THAT I ONCE WROTE. <br />
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BETTER ALIVE AND WATCHING POLITICS THAN DEAD AND NO IMAGINATION HEAH? <br />
glengearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584799892186696831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125348831849993008.post-28822539976796791562016-08-20T02:41:00.000-07:002016-08-20T02:41:25.852-07:00??? THE CHOICE Is this it? Tell me, please . . . it ain't true! I'm begging you! The choice is between the bad and it gets ugly. I can no longer listen to neither of them. I mute the television and just laugh at them. Like watching someone doing skits of them on Saturday Night Live. Then I think, "one will actually hold the highest office in our country, shiver me timbers, can't be, can it?" <br />
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Do you really think either one of them, knows what walking in our shoes for one day, hour, minute is all about? Both have misused their power over people. Clinton name is synonymous with abuse in politics. There is no way Trump could be as wealthy as he is without shady dealings. <br />
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The most amazing thing I have noticed about both candidates is no matter what baggage there is, voters believe in their candidate.. <br />
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I've heard countless times the ones backing Trump are uneducated white men mostly. So that must mean, the educated back Clinton. <br />
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Blacks vote for Democrats every election at 80 % per an article I read recently. I find that astonishing! Why is that? <br />
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I do love to listen to the guests on news shows. Their opinions pro or con sometimes trigger the last watt in my head. ( 'bout now your thinking WHAT? )<br />
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The best part is to remember their opinions, comments, feelings and try looking at it from their perspective. <br />
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We older ones have been around for a long time, have witnessed and remember all the bad stuff of our lifetime. Younger ones have no recollection of past history to go on. <br />
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As for Donald he has spent a lifetime creating himself, he's not going to change. You love him or hate him for who he is. He gets his highs on being in front of thousands of people, his die-hard fans. He is hung up on himself and the audience glorifies him. There's no place he'd rather be! The world is his stage and he is a super star.<br />
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Hillary all she has is the Clinton name, and it is as worn out to most people as she seems to be! She wants to be the first woman president so bad! <br />
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I was wondering about the last census and the percentages of the races. <br />
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White 63.7%<br />
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I would of thought Blacks would outnumber Hispanics, wouldn't you? I remember reading an article many years ago seems like it was after the 2,000 census reports came out and, the reporter was talking about that the fastest growing race was Hispanics and even gave a time line of when they would overtake the blacks and gave another timeline for the Whites would no longer be the majority. <br />
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Well, well, well, that sure is a deep subject. I have had the time to watch many different television news shows and such. Since I have much free time I am trying to learn about Politics. I reckon you can actually get a degree in Political Science. I cannot imagine that, really I cannot!!!!! <br />
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I have come across many interesting, facts from, pollsters, brainiacs, and such. I am an uneducated old man who has a degree in Life Sciences as in living over 60 years and being out there, working for living, paying taxes, not cheating on my tax returns, obeying the laws, rules of humanity!!! <br />
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I consider myself the minority. I have paid, and paid, and paid. When I hear phrases like Sanctuary Cities, it just makes my blood boil. WHY? There would be very little problems with Hispanics coming here if as a country the laws already on the books were enforced! <br />
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The laws that I have followed for over 60 years are there for a reason. When government passes the laws then they're the laws of the land. OR at least I thought that's how it used to be! Being the person that I am I would never consider going against them! <br />
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Ah! Only the government can make the laws and only the government can decide what laws not to enforce. That must be taught in one of them Political Science classes. <br />
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I could go on and on, thankfully I won't! The poor people trying to survive, the uneducated apparently, think in terms of raising our families and getting by. I balance my budget and don't spend more money than I take in. Armies of Lawyers, don't work for me! We the uneducated don't screw the goose that lays the golden egg. Yep! I reckon we the poor people don't understand the Political way. <br />
glengearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584799892186696831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125348831849993008.post-73573374988045525062016-08-18T00:57:00.000-07:002016-08-18T00:57:14.990-07:00Rage at McD's Drive ThruFirst this is a true story that I witnessed happening right in front of me on Sunday. I pull up to the please take my order speaker, waited, waited, waited, there was two lanes in which to take orders, but nobody a helpin' me. Finally I said "is anybody in there?" Still didn't acknowledge, several seconds later I hear a person, ("yeah, yeah!") I'm thinking. One of my pet peeves is to not be acknowledged! If they'd said "please hold" acknowledging my existence, no problem. Well any way, that's not the problem all I wanted was an ice tea, if I had any glimpse into what was about to unfold, I would of brought my own drink and popcorn, to the show, yes I woulda! Finally the little speaker comes alive and I order my tea. I see a car from the other lane pull in front of me, it stops at the first window and waits for someone to take her money. After a while I think to myself "pull up to the first window lady ain't nobody home!" Sure-nuff, Jimmy mus-ta went home early. I pull on up behind the soon to be show, as it's about to start. "There short handed" I say to myself, all I want is a ice tea I shoulda went to B. K.. It sure was taking a long time! "Hey, I got no schedule to keep, after all I'm retired." The show is about to begin.<br />
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I see food and drinks being handed into the car, I reckon they're done, then I see an arm trying to knock on the window, the arm was too short, so the woman opened her door and knocked on the window, she was holding a large French fry and jibber-jabbering, I just figured by the looks of the fries she was not satisfied with the amount, after all if you up size you want all your French fries!<br />
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"My mind wanders away for a second, remembering once I only got 7 chicken nuggets for a 10 piece order." ( The reason I say this is "it ain't no big fricking deal, I sure as hell don't want their job, mistakes happen, I ainna, gonna, get all riled up over 3 pieces of nuggets! )<br />
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So I see the French fries going back thru the window and a new full bag comes back. "Yeah! Yeah! I'm gonna get my ice tea!" Sadly no! I see finger pointing from the woman ahead of me in a loud voice which I could not hear, because I'm hard o hearing. Actually I did not need to hear it, watching told the story, I was filling in the blanks. Remember this whole exercise is taking an unreal amount of time, especially considering she was the only one in front of me. I'm laughing to myself, then I hear horns honking behind me, "oh shit, road rage at McD's drive thru, they'll think it's me and I'm just watching the show!" From out of the back seat two doors open with semi-adults of 15 or 16 years of age they start hollering profanities, if looks could kill, lets just say every one in the drive-thru lane would be toast, ready for the jar to put their ashes in. The woman was giving the drive-thru person hell, pointing at him, shaking her head like some do emphasize her point, speaking loud and you can figure out the words being used, her children was using them, looking back at the ones waiting for a Big Mac. So the un-lady like lady is giving the worker hell, cussing having a conniption fit, her children are hollering out their open doors using such language I held my hands over my dog's ears. About now I'm thinkin "Is this ever going to end?" The worker tired of the verbal tirade, shut the window, then the woman threw a drink at the window, and FINALLY moves away! Here she was worried about a few fucking French fries and she threw a drink at the window. I pull up after I swear 15 minutes of my life wasted for a glass of ice tea. I had the exact change ready for my tea, wanting to grab it and get the hell out of there. The woman in the car ahead of me was still in the parking lot, "oh shit!" <br />
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I'm glad I live in a small quiet town and not Chicago! I could of been tomorrows headline 'Old Man Shot At Drive-thru Waiting For Ice Tea.'glengearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584799892186696831noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125348831849993008.post-4625590737500940842016-08-11T22:58:00.000-07:002016-08-11T22:58:15.644-07:00Woudn't it be nice! (Up close and personal)I just can't get over tiredness. Tired of everything, life, health, trying to keep at bay the mental disillusionment of what I've become. I think about it often, but try not to dwell upon it. When I hit the big mat for a full ten count a couple years ago, it would of been better, to stay down and not get back up. No pain just the big knock out out and that's it. There has been two in-laws die in the last six weeks and one cannot help but think about such things. Damn it! I'm just fucking tired of trying, why do so? <br />
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Wouldn't it be nice to be dreaming a fantastic dream and just slide into that dream, dying in your sleep. Yes the dream becomes your new life where you stay forever. Wow! wouldn't that be nice.<br />
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I'm thinking out loud to you just like we're having a conversation in person. <br />
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Seems dying doesn't bother me, it's the suffering that erodes all of what once was. I've slipped mentally, physically, everything is a chore any more, with no desire for anything. That's not living, that's purely existing! <br />
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Once I had hopes, dreams, things to accomplish, after all I have a lifetime ahead of me. Then one day all that was, gone, life had taken its toil. Where did I go wrong? Well when your young you don't take age into consideration. You cannot understand what you've not experienced. Funerals bring sadness of lost ones, however you tell yourself "I'm young, my life lies ahead." <br />
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To do life over retaining the knowledge learned, definitely yes. To do over again the same, no thanks! Ya see just putting one foot in front of the other some days hurts so fricking bad, I don't want to! I will continue because I must. Living a little is better than no living, or is it? I question everything in life but know nothing. <br />
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I'd like to say I don't care any more, sadly I still do. I wish I did not! Just say fuck it! I can say those words easily but their not the way I feel. <br />
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HEY! I tell this not for pity. My true thoughts are important to me and I wish to give you the pure truth in my posts. All will go through the same emotions before the end. glengearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584799892186696831noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125348831849993008.post-37757051030805033992016-08-09T01:14:00.002-07:002016-08-09T01:14:57.135-07:00Glen-i-fy themI have many posts started, most of them get erased. Ya see, I may have a thought, a sentence a flash of something, a feeling that's really good at that time. Sometimes it becomes a post, mostly it's gone before I get to my computer. When I use to toil away at the daily grind I could usually tap into the daily emotions, which for me was all over the place. I loved when that happened it just comes out. I must do one hell of a lot of playing around, "priming the pump." I absolutely never know what'll come out of my brain next. I don't try to stay focused, hell I can't. I usually get a good laugh at myself and that makes it worth it. <br />
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My days are mundane, same o, same o, ya see. The biggest thrill for me is to have a pleasant day as far as the temperatures goes. I like to ride with my car windows down, smelling all the aromas that mother nature provides. This time of year the corn is fully grown, releasing its own beautiful smell. You would never notice you drive out into the country, with your air-conditioning on. That's as thrilling as my days get, plus my old ticker can no longer stand the challenges of life in the big city. Hahaha, big city I would die if I lived in a big city. I live out here in the heartland outside a city of approximately 35,000. Actually it was country when I moved here, half my lifetime ago. DAMN! seems only yesterday! <br />
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Lets look at the week in review. Don't remember anything of any importance, in the on going struggle, and I do mean struggle, to elect a president! Fire them both and let the runners up in both parties have a go at it. We're tired of all the lies and bullshit from both. Neither knows jack about the real people! Rich spoiled brats who's asses get kissed every day! <br />
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I believe I know now why my brain doesn't work any more. I am addicted, I find myself watching one of the evening news shows every night. I cannot help myself! I learn nothing it seems. I don't drink, smoke, do drugs. I'm addicted to learning nothing, I need help, this presidential election is killing me! <br />
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What is the positive traits of both candidates?????????????????????????????????? DAG-NAP-IT, that has left me wordless.......................................................................... <br />
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I shall try to hit upon another subject. How about the Olympics, have you watched any? <br />
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My personal week in review, boring, uneventful, still alive, mowed some grass, played with my dogs, listen to my wife describe her days. Whoa . . . I see daylight in the swamp! My life's so boring, I can become a piranha and feed off her daily stories. That might just work. Her feelings about things are pretty much the same as mine. I can steal her life and put my own thoughts and color them to my shades. I will feed off her emotions and Glen-I-fy them! glengearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584799892186696831noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9125348831849993008.post-7977031925275633462016-08-07T00:04:00.001-07:002016-08-07T00:04:28.421-07:00PeOpLe!!!Hello friends, what's new in your neighborhood? My neighborhood is still the same, peaceful, just the way I like it. It's not Mr. Rogers Neighborhood by no means. "Does anybody out there remember Mr. Rogers?" I reckon the world is still the same, I sure wish that some of the bad things would magically disappear. It'll never happen though, will it? We can pray all we want but it'll remain the same.<br />
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I'm going to give you the answer to what's wrong with the world? "PEOPLE!" Ah, ha, ha, funny right? The animal kingdom has structure built in, instinct. I've seen many documentaries describing how the animal kingdom operates. <br />
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Many people go by their own standards, while most follow basic moral guidelines, obeying the laws of the land, working hard, raising children. These plain folks, cannot understand how the despicable, money grubbing individuals sleep at night! Money Grubbers, worship money, that's their God, basic simple folk pray to God to get by. <br />
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It's a sad fact that modern families just don't work out, hard to raise a family with only one parent and a one parent income. Sheesh! Even if you have both parents with both working giving their all to be good parents, there is no guarantee when Johnny goes to school and hangs with undesirables. Johnny hopefully has the foundation to succeed! <br />
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Education is the key to breaking the bonds that hold our children back. That also goes back to lack of parents or parental skills. Too many teenagers having children following in their mother's footsteps, getting on welfare and never getting off. Too many uneducated parents that probably cannot assist their children with homework. I cannot blame the child if the parents are illiterate do I say this? trash!<br />
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I felt a rant coming as I started this post, I'm not sure I even have one in me right now, seems I summed up the problem with the title. Can it be so simple? Yes it can! It be the problem of fixing them! Can't be done, no way, no how, impossible!!! <br />
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I read a piece in the paper that just floored me when I finished the article. Seems we now give Israel 3 bllion a year in aid and it's going up to 5 billion for 10 years?????? HUH!!!! They have been country since 1948 so why the hell are we giving them that kind of money? We could build our own walls with that! <br />
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I UNDERSTAND LITTLE IN LIFE, ESPECIALLY THE EVERYDAY WORLD I FIND MYSELF IN TODAY! I RECKON I KNOW THE ANSWER BECAUSE IT'S ISRAEL! BEST LEAVE IT AT THAT! I HAVE A FRIEND THAT COULD SHED MORE LIGHT ON THAT IF HE CARES TO!glengearhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01584799892186696831noreply@blogger.com0