My dreams are so much more than anything, in life. That statement in itself, is most interesting! Maybe a bit of "I'll take you there!" If I can't get what I need in the daily grind, at least I can experience what I need in my dreams. (Sounds kinda, like reading a good book!)
Once upon a time I enjoyed fishing, something held over from childhood! A way, to get away, relax, not a care in the world. Has nothing to do with fishing, just away and free. I grew tired, of the evidence of humans, leaving their trash and such. It was no longer a boy, and his dog.
The first remembrance of the last dream, was me at the ol' fishin' hole. My favorite place to enjoy nature, and maybe catch a fish or two. I never kept them, it was just the experience. I reel my pole in and a wadded up chunk of fishing line, some one had left behind, irked the hell out of me. I get up and take a walk along the bank of the river and through a field of tall beautiful green grass ready for the first cutting of the season, swirling in the strong summer breeze. The feeling of complete contentment floods my soul. The warmth of the sun, the wind caressing my face, I close my eyes. I take off running at full speed, I'm being lifted up, my arms are now wings carrying me, I'm a bird rising slowly above the field. The view so strikingly different, from my new perspective. My arms, now wings, lift me. I feel every feather, every cell of my new body, the sensation is amazing, my gigantic wings soar, lifting me higher and higher. I move effortlessly, using the wind and my beautiful new wings. I was a giant hawk with a human brain, an experience like non other in dreamland!
I wish to get out of this clearing. For the first time I realize these are not the trees I looked upon as I began my walk. These trees are mighty redwoods in their height, but strange massive limbs shooting out like an old oak tree. There are no leaves on these trees and the braches are the color of sycamore trees. They seem to be growing higher as I pick up the necessary altitude to clear them. I wish to soar beyond this meadow and experience other parts of my new world from high. The trees are challenging me, trying to keep the man/hawk within the boundaries of the meadow. I struggle and finally clear strange trees. I'm up high above all, looking at the farmland and the fenced fields, so breathtaking, something I've never witnessed before. How could I? I've just grown my wings. I glide about, taking it all in. I fly close to several of the old fashion barns, in the barn lots were humans, so much larger than normal, perhaps 25 times their normal size! Remember now, I'm a hawk the sixe of a man, with a hell of a wing span. The humans are the stock, penned as farm animals.
It's at this time I wake up.
TO FLY ABOVE OUR WORLD, SHOWS A NEW PERSPECTIVE. WE'RE ALL ANIMALS IN A BARN LOT, RAISED TO MAKE MONEY FROM, TO BE LEAD AROUND, AS THE 2,000 POUND BULL, UNDER CONTROL, WITH MERELY A RING THROUGH IT'S NOSE!
Whow-wee! I just bet ya, without that ring through his nose, he would be a hand full, heah? GLEN
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Saturday, January 25, 2014
THE WALLS COME CRUMBLING DOWN
I HAVE BEEN GOING BACK THROUGH, SOME OF MY OLD, UNPUBLISHED POSTS. HOPE, YOU LIKE IT, BECAUSE I DO!
There is an underground cesspool, called The Fun Factory. Elected representatives of the people indulge, paid for by a secret society. Wives are pampered like Royalty, their children play with the latest electronic-gizmos before they go on the market. Deep underground, lies The Den of Sin, where billion dollar deals are carved by, The Elected Ones. The Den is real, here fantasy becomes reality. Here the last thread of decency is purged. These representatives, represent the biding of the much darker ones. These Darker Ones, pay Greedy Ones, to keep themselves seemingly clean. "These Powers That Are" are, everywhere. They're the Ones behind every aspect of your everyday lives, we don't even, know it. T.P.T.A., have always been! Why? Because they know . . . they can! Once you give yourself to The Fun Factory you are . . . THEM!
It takes, no drugs to induce mortals. It merely takes the oldest form of pleasure, known to man, along with greed. In The Fun Factory, your deepest darkest thoughts . . . become reality! Seems everyone succumbs, to The Fun Factory, it's only, a matter of time. Everyone except I. M. Justus. (Ian Michael Justus)
The Factory has always been known, behind closed doors. In today's world of information at your fingertips, it's rumored as truth, thanks to the Internet. It spreads like wildfire! I. M. Justus. demands, it gone! A rally by the people, protest, such a dastardly place. They've finally . . . had enough. Two hundred thousand strong show up! The speaker is, I. M. Justus. He is called Mr. Justice, by the people. Banners, signs read, Just Us, will take back our . . . country. The massive crowd will take control, their mission, tear down, the walls, of The Fun Factory. By this time everyone knew, all the hidden, secret, side, backdoor, underground entrances from private offices. They converge to these entrances. Thousands, stand mightily, outside, while thousands go inside, to ferret out, the vermin. It was a fine day for they found, many Roosters, to fry, pictures go out instantaneously, around the world. It was just not our elected officials, but powerfully big Cock-a-doodled-do's from around the world, caught with their cocks, in many places!
The whole planet lie witness, as it happens. No military, no police, no one . . . could imagine, anything like this happening, if they did try, to stop it, it would be seen live, around the globe. After the rats, are paraded around, the world watches, the brick by brick walls, come crumbling down! Watched live, around the world. It's a victory, for WE, the common people!
The vermin rarely, are seen again. Elected officials that remain, realize, times they are a changing. New blood, with fresh outlook, are now in The City. Iowa is the new capital. The HEART of America, where corn's planted, not evil! A tidal wave has swept away, the old ways, building a fresh, beginning, led by I. M. Justus and all of US around the new world!.
There is an underground cesspool, called The Fun Factory. Elected representatives of the people indulge, paid for by a secret society. Wives are pampered like Royalty, their children play with the latest electronic-gizmos before they go on the market. Deep underground, lies The Den of Sin, where billion dollar deals are carved by, The Elected Ones. The Den is real, here fantasy becomes reality. Here the last thread of decency is purged. These representatives, represent the biding of the much darker ones. These Darker Ones, pay Greedy Ones, to keep themselves seemingly clean. "These Powers That Are" are, everywhere. They're the Ones behind every aspect of your everyday lives, we don't even, know it. T.P.T.A., have always been! Why? Because they know . . . they can! Once you give yourself to The Fun Factory you are . . . THEM!
It takes, no drugs to induce mortals. It merely takes the oldest form of pleasure, known to man, along with greed. In The Fun Factory, your deepest darkest thoughts . . . become reality! Seems everyone succumbs, to The Fun Factory, it's only, a matter of time. Everyone except I. M. Justus. (Ian Michael Justus)
The Factory has always been known, behind closed doors. In today's world of information at your fingertips, it's rumored as truth, thanks to the Internet. It spreads like wildfire! I. M. Justus. demands, it gone! A rally by the people, protest, such a dastardly place. They've finally . . . had enough. Two hundred thousand strong show up! The speaker is, I. M. Justus. He is called Mr. Justice, by the people. Banners, signs read, Just Us, will take back our . . . country. The massive crowd will take control, their mission, tear down, the walls, of The Fun Factory. By this time everyone knew, all the hidden, secret, side, backdoor, underground entrances from private offices. They converge to these entrances. Thousands, stand mightily, outside, while thousands go inside, to ferret out, the vermin. It was a fine day for they found, many Roosters, to fry, pictures go out instantaneously, around the world. It was just not our elected officials, but powerfully big Cock-a-doodled-do's from around the world, caught with their cocks, in many places!
The whole planet lie witness, as it happens. No military, no police, no one . . . could imagine, anything like this happening, if they did try, to stop it, it would be seen live, around the globe. After the rats, are paraded around, the world watches, the brick by brick walls, come crumbling down! Watched live, around the world. It's a victory, for WE, the common people!
The vermin rarely, are seen again. Elected officials that remain, realize, times they are a changing. New blood, with fresh outlook, are now in The City. Iowa is the new capital. The HEART of America, where corn's planted, not evil! A tidal wave has swept away, the old ways, building a fresh, beginning, led by I. M. Justus and all of US around the new world!.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
RESPONSIBILITY
This is what, I have on my mind, the last few days. What does the word responsibility mean to you? That word in itself seems to carry more than a lot of letters. Sure enough, and many syllables for this country boy!
Why is this word stuck in my brain, like a song you can't get out. I associate this word with, rules, work ethics, having mature grown up qualities. Responsibility is not assigned to adults as they turn 18 years old. Nothing magical like happens at that age that makes one an adult. You do not wake up on that day and feel any different than the day before. The law may say you're an adult. you may be able to vote, drink, die for your country, but does responsibility take hold and guide you for the rest of your life?
Sure it does you can go out and get drunk, are you being responsible. You, and your Buds, go celebrate and wrap a car around a tree. Is that responsibility?
This is a true story. I knew a guy (I'll call him Guy for reference.) who spent time in prison. He was a paramedic for the Fire Department who killed his best friend. His best friend also a paramedic. Both left the bar in different vehicles. His friend was on a motorcycle. The friend stopped at a stop sign at night after leaving the bar, and had his lights off. Guy came the same way but failed to stop at the stop sign, running over his best friend. Such a sad, tragic turn of events wouldn't you say?
How would responsibility have altered this event? Firemen and Paramedics should know better right? Of course! Lack of responsibility does not come more personal than this! Two lives shattered, in their early twenty's, one dead, one sent to prison for manslaughter . . . of his best friend!
Guy told me his story 21 years ago as I drove him home. His drivers license at that time had not been reinstated. I doubt he'll ever drive again. He lost his friend, spent time in prison and he's wife was divorcing him at the time I knew him. One hell of a nice guy, was Guy. Instead of a solid future he was devastated and will live with the responsibility, or lack of, that night. He must live carrying inside the responsibility of his actions. The last time I talked to him he was heading back upstate to live and work for his parents, who own a restaurant.
He paid the state for his actions and will hold himself accountable the rest of his life.
This little story I have completely forgotten, until I sat down, and started this post. I find this eerily amazing, because I have not thought of him but maybe a few times after he went back upstate, that would of been 1993. I had no idea this word would take me there. I find it good and bad. Good to be reminded of him, but sad to relive what he told me.
Responsibility in my opinion is an unknown word in todays vocabulary. I see the lack there of, too often. I know not why, but am deeply saddened by it. I think I'll end this post on that note.
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OPINION
THIS POST HAS THROWN ME A CUREVBALL. RESPONSIBILITY, IS A LEARNED TRAIT! ACCEPTING ACCOUNTABILITY OF ONE'S ACTIONS, IS DISAPPEARING. LAWS CANNOT LEGISLATE MORALS, VALUES, RESPONSIBILITY, THAT SHOULD BE ACQUIRED BY ADULTHOOD. AGE CARRIES NO VALUE IN THIS EQUATION. LEADERS, MANAGERS, EVERYONE WHO CARRIES RESPONSIBILITY, OWES IT TO BE FAIRLY, CARRIED OUT! THAT'S WHERE THE PROBLEM LIES. IRRESPONSIBILITY, IS TOO EASY, AND SO MUCH LESS BURDENSOME. RESPONSIBILITY . . . ONLY IN MY DREAMS BABY!!! Glen,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Why is this word stuck in my brain, like a song you can't get out. I associate this word with, rules, work ethics, having mature grown up qualities. Responsibility is not assigned to adults as they turn 18 years old. Nothing magical like happens at that age that makes one an adult. You do not wake up on that day and feel any different than the day before. The law may say you're an adult. you may be able to vote, drink, die for your country, but does responsibility take hold and guide you for the rest of your life?
Sure it does you can go out and get drunk, are you being responsible. You, and your Buds, go celebrate and wrap a car around a tree. Is that responsibility?
This is a true story. I knew a guy (I'll call him Guy for reference.) who spent time in prison. He was a paramedic for the Fire Department who killed his best friend. His best friend also a paramedic. Both left the bar in different vehicles. His friend was on a motorcycle. The friend stopped at a stop sign at night after leaving the bar, and had his lights off. Guy came the same way but failed to stop at the stop sign, running over his best friend. Such a sad, tragic turn of events wouldn't you say?
How would responsibility have altered this event? Firemen and Paramedics should know better right? Of course! Lack of responsibility does not come more personal than this! Two lives shattered, in their early twenty's, one dead, one sent to prison for manslaughter . . . of his best friend!
Guy told me his story 21 years ago as I drove him home. His drivers license at that time had not been reinstated. I doubt he'll ever drive again. He lost his friend, spent time in prison and he's wife was divorcing him at the time I knew him. One hell of a nice guy, was Guy. Instead of a solid future he was devastated and will live with the responsibility, or lack of, that night. He must live carrying inside the responsibility of his actions. The last time I talked to him he was heading back upstate to live and work for his parents, who own a restaurant.
He paid the state for his actions and will hold himself accountable the rest of his life.
This little story I have completely forgotten, until I sat down, and started this post. I find this eerily amazing, because I have not thought of him but maybe a few times after he went back upstate, that would of been 1993. I had no idea this word would take me there. I find it good and bad. Good to be reminded of him, but sad to relive what he told me.
Responsibility in my opinion is an unknown word in todays vocabulary. I see the lack there of, too often. I know not why, but am deeply saddened by it. I think I'll end this post on that note.
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OPINION
THIS POST HAS THROWN ME A CUREVBALL. RESPONSIBILITY, IS A LEARNED TRAIT! ACCEPTING ACCOUNTABILITY OF ONE'S ACTIONS, IS DISAPPEARING. LAWS CANNOT LEGISLATE MORALS, VALUES, RESPONSIBILITY, THAT SHOULD BE ACQUIRED BY ADULTHOOD. AGE CARRIES NO VALUE IN THIS EQUATION. LEADERS, MANAGERS, EVERYONE WHO CARRIES RESPONSIBILITY, OWES IT TO BE FAIRLY, CARRIED OUT! THAT'S WHERE THE PROBLEM LIES. IRRESPONSIBILITY, IS TOO EASY, AND SO MUCH LESS BURDENSOME. RESPONSIBILITY . . . ONLY IN MY DREAMS BABY!!! Glen,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Monday, January 20, 2014
Flying!
I had a real doozie of a dream, a couple days ago, even by my standards, it was a dream that set itself apart from my others, please believe me, when I say, I'm a dream wanderer, or "a sleeping maniac," as I like to say! Well, I've told no one. Well now, I'm a tellin' it to you, my friends of the world.
Perhaps, a summary before, will help you to visualize, my dreams better. (I love that word visualize!)
For many years, perhaps ten, I have been having a type of dream, well I'll just tell you my first one, I still remember it as if it was only 3,650 days ago. (Sorry but I cannot leave out my Glen humor, or as I'm thinkin' it, it's the thought in my head as I'm typing.)
In my first dream I'm working at a part-time job, which I used to do. I'm high in the mountains and there was an overlook, I jump off, and an am like a parachutist without a chute! I'm enjoying the view and the ride down without fear of the inevitable ker-plunk! It was sizzalating, (Oh my another new word for ol' Gleno, I like it!) The downward spiraling of death, lasted a long time. No flashbacks of my life, just the wind in my face, and the thrill of FREEDOM!
As the earth drew larger, I was zeroing in on, where I was to become a big greasy spot! I close my eyes!
I awake at that exact moment, my oh, my what a feeling! Not of fright, but, ALIVE!!! Like perhaps someone fighting for breath, realizing their a goner . . . then, everything is alright!!!!
Another one a couple years after that saw me walking past this old fashion cathedral like they made hundreds of years ago in Europe. Suddenly, I see a priest flying above the trees. Then I'm up there with him, side by side, just floating. I see a huge golden ring on his hand, a gold necklace with a cross. I'm now walking across a railroad track behind the large church, the tracks are new, I could see that, the crossing was of fresh pavement. I look back and the priest was still up there!
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I INTERRUPT GLEN'S THOUGHTS . . . WITH A THOUGHT, THAT JUST HIT ME, AS I GO BACK ABOUT A YEAR, RE-READING A COUPLE OLD POSTS.) "DAMN I LOVE THIS!!!")
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My latest dream, I'm fishing in an inlet off a large lake. I have just reeled in a bunch of lost line, thinking the litter of mankind! I decide to take a stroll. Suddenly, my arms turn to wings. I feel my body lifting. It's truly unbelievable! So much more, I struggle for the words! My whole body has become a bird, the size of a man. It is the most amazing feeling, I'm aware of every feather, every fiber of my new wings, lifting me. I'm floating, rising higher with the aid of the wind. Changes in direction is effortless. At this time I notice my surroundings, the trees seem, so much higher than I thought possible. I'm gliding effortlessly and free. The trees so much higher than the tallest of oaks, their gigantic branches, towering, most strange in appearance, dull white in color, no leaves of any kind, no greenery to these trees they gave off the eeriest sight I 've ever seen.
To get out of this large meadow I circle many times in order to clear the tree tops. Finally I'm free. I soar high. My wings are gigantic, powerful, effortless in movement, so natural. I feel every feather lifting to new heights. I'm a man in a hawk's body. I glide over farmland, rivers, meadows. It was so fantastic, the freedom was like nothing I've ever experienced!
I soar above a farm where in the barnyard was human stock, 25 times the normal size. Sometimes in dreams things such as this happens, but you don't question it in the dream it somehow seems normal. After all it's a dream!
I FELT MY ARMS, BECOMG WINGS. SUCH A FEELING OF CHANGE COMES OVER ME. IT WAS EUPHORIC! THIS EXACT FEELING I'VE EXPERIENCED MANY TIMES IN MY FLYING DREAMS . MY ARMS BECOMING WINGS AND LIFTING ME!
Perhaps, a summary before, will help you to visualize, my dreams better. (I love that word visualize!)
For many years, perhaps ten, I have been having a type of dream, well I'll just tell you my first one, I still remember it as if it was only 3,650 days ago. (Sorry but I cannot leave out my Glen humor, or as I'm thinkin' it, it's the thought in my head as I'm typing.)
In my first dream I'm working at a part-time job, which I used to do. I'm high in the mountains and there was an overlook, I jump off, and an am like a parachutist without a chute! I'm enjoying the view and the ride down without fear of the inevitable ker-plunk! It was sizzalating, (Oh my another new word for ol' Gleno, I like it!) The downward spiraling of death, lasted a long time. No flashbacks of my life, just the wind in my face, and the thrill of FREEDOM!
As the earth drew larger, I was zeroing in on, where I was to become a big greasy spot! I close my eyes!
I awake at that exact moment, my oh, my what a feeling! Not of fright, but, ALIVE!!! Like perhaps someone fighting for breath, realizing their a goner . . . then, everything is alright!!!!
Another one a couple years after that saw me walking past this old fashion cathedral like they made hundreds of years ago in Europe. Suddenly, I see a priest flying above the trees. Then I'm up there with him, side by side, just floating. I see a huge golden ring on his hand, a gold necklace with a cross. I'm now walking across a railroad track behind the large church, the tracks are new, I could see that, the crossing was of fresh pavement. I look back and the priest was still up there!
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I INTERRUPT GLEN'S THOUGHTS . . . WITH A THOUGHT, THAT JUST HIT ME, AS I GO BACK ABOUT A YEAR, RE-READING A COUPLE OLD POSTS.) "DAMN I LOVE THIS!!!")
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My latest dream, I'm fishing in an inlet off a large lake. I have just reeled in a bunch of lost line, thinking the litter of mankind! I decide to take a stroll. Suddenly, my arms turn to wings. I feel my body lifting. It's truly unbelievable! So much more, I struggle for the words! My whole body has become a bird, the size of a man. It is the most amazing feeling, I'm aware of every feather, every fiber of my new wings, lifting me. I'm floating, rising higher with the aid of the wind. Changes in direction is effortless. At this time I notice my surroundings, the trees seem, so much higher than I thought possible. I'm gliding effortlessly and free. The trees so much higher than the tallest of oaks, their gigantic branches, towering, most strange in appearance, dull white in color, no leaves of any kind, no greenery to these trees they gave off the eeriest sight I 've ever seen.
To get out of this large meadow I circle many times in order to clear the tree tops. Finally I'm free. I soar high. My wings are gigantic, powerful, effortless in movement, so natural. I feel every feather lifting to new heights. I'm a man in a hawk's body. I glide over farmland, rivers, meadows. It was so fantastic, the freedom was like nothing I've ever experienced!
I soar above a farm where in the barnyard was human stock, 25 times the normal size. Sometimes in dreams things such as this happens, but you don't question it in the dream it somehow seems normal. After all it's a dream!
I FELT MY ARMS, BECOMG WINGS. SUCH A FEELING OF CHANGE COMES OVER ME. IT WAS EUPHORIC! THIS EXACT FEELING I'VE EXPERIENCED MANY TIMES IN MY FLYING DREAMS . MY ARMS BECOMING WINGS AND LIFTING ME!
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Hello . . . It's ME, Again!!! Nevermind!
After yesterday's post, I don't know what to say. Probably best I say nothin'! The little piece I wrote sure was fun, that's what I want it to be, fun for me and possibly a slight smile or even a chuckle. Yep, that's what I hope for.
You know, or you won't, till I tell you. I've drove the work truck 3 days out of 5 this week. Kind a funny, cause, they said over a year ago, "Glen will get someone else to drive, so you can stay here in the warm, cozy factory." It was 15 degrees and snowing, so much for having a toasty derriere!"
I listen to talk radio sometimes, while driving. There was a guest on selling a book he just wrote, about axe murderers, over 150 years ago outside Saint Louis. First who cares, and who would want to buy a book where eight people are murdered! Not me! No one was ever convicted.
I think I'll look at the newspaper headlines and give my thoughts. Haven't done that in awhile.
(Just a thinkin', do they put the letters in the same place on the keyboard. Maybe they change places every day on me! That's why I cannot get the hang of this typin'! Just a thought!)
SORRY, about that thought!
Work went real swell tonight. It took us 5 hours to do a job that should of took 4, so I had it easy. Oh well, some of the help today. You can give them a job, but!
(ADD YOUR OWN THOUGHTS, NOW . . . 'BOUT THAT!)
Hey? You know what? I may have hit on something here! I'll say something and let you finish!
How about we start with this one? Glen is a ?
You got the hang of it now?
HEADLINE NEWS IN THE HEARTLAND
1.1 TRILLION BUDGET AGREEMENT. They spend money like it's printed on paper!
This one is a real riot! SURGEON GENERAL ADDS TO LIST OF SMOKING'S HARMS. I'll just bet ya, that'll stop, the smoking!
I like this one, COST OF FLYING, ON THE RISE. I prefer to take a trip here on the farm! (You know there was an old song, about smoking one, up high on the windmill. Maybe you don't! Just a flashback, Never mind!)
This is a letter to the editor, you know where people sound off and show their intelligence, like me! This article states, that our fine elected officials "should let the people decide!" Am I missing something here? Since when did our fine elected officials ever give a rat's ass about listening to "We The People." Sure seems like, I have read those words before !!! Never mind!
SEMIS LITTER INTERSTATE AFTER SNOWFALL. We've had a dozen snowfalls this year. Where have all these Semi drivers been, hibernating at the truck stops!
Let's look at sports.
Pacers has the best record in the N. B. A. WHAT?????
I would like to end, (pleeaassee!) Caught an old movie late, like 4 a m. I watch a couple scenes, and goose bumps, come up on my goose! What? Just seeing if you're still there!!! This was a 1935 black and white movie with Peter Lorre of Crime And Punishment. Somehow I never pictured Peter Lorre as Raskolnikov! Never mind!
You know, or you won't, till I tell you. I've drove the work truck 3 days out of 5 this week. Kind a funny, cause, they said over a year ago, "Glen will get someone else to drive, so you can stay here in the warm, cozy factory." It was 15 degrees and snowing, so much for having a toasty derriere!"
I listen to talk radio sometimes, while driving. There was a guest on selling a book he just wrote, about axe murderers, over 150 years ago outside Saint Louis. First who cares, and who would want to buy a book where eight people are murdered! Not me! No one was ever convicted.
I think I'll look at the newspaper headlines and give my thoughts. Haven't done that in awhile.
(Just a thinkin', do they put the letters in the same place on the keyboard. Maybe they change places every day on me! That's why I cannot get the hang of this typin'! Just a thought!)
SORRY, about that thought!
Work went real swell tonight. It took us 5 hours to do a job that should of took 4, so I had it easy. Oh well, some of the help today. You can give them a job, but!
(ADD YOUR OWN THOUGHTS, NOW . . . 'BOUT THAT!)
Hey? You know what? I may have hit on something here! I'll say something and let you finish!
How about we start with this one? Glen is a ?
You got the hang of it now?
HEADLINE NEWS IN THE HEARTLAND
1.1 TRILLION BUDGET AGREEMENT. They spend money like it's printed on paper!
This one is a real riot! SURGEON GENERAL ADDS TO LIST OF SMOKING'S HARMS. I'll just bet ya, that'll stop, the smoking!
I like this one, COST OF FLYING, ON THE RISE. I prefer to take a trip here on the farm! (You know there was an old song, about smoking one, up high on the windmill. Maybe you don't! Just a flashback, Never mind!)
This is a letter to the editor, you know where people sound off and show their intelligence, like me! This article states, that our fine elected officials "should let the people decide!" Am I missing something here? Since when did our fine elected officials ever give a rat's ass about listening to "We The People." Sure seems like, I have read those words before !!! Never mind!
SEMIS LITTER INTERSTATE AFTER SNOWFALL. We've had a dozen snowfalls this year. Where have all these Semi drivers been, hibernating at the truck stops!
Let's look at sports.
Pacers has the best record in the N. B. A. WHAT?????
I would like to end, (pleeaassee!) Caught an old movie late, like 4 a m. I watch a couple scenes, and goose bumps, come up on my goose! What? Just seeing if you're still there!!! This was a 1935 black and white movie with Peter Lorre of Crime And Punishment. Somehow I never pictured Peter Lorre as Raskolnikov! Never mind!
Friday, January 17, 2014
Write Something, Yet Say, Nothin'!
I have gone back through some of my, started, but never worked on again posts! Reckon, there be a heap more, than I thought. I might just finish 'em, but right's now, I feel liked doing something live! I don't know if that be good, or bad . . . Well, at least not till I see what's gonna happen! I be relaxed, I kain't say, I'm feelin' good, that would be a lie and I can't lie to you! I'm cold, and have the hankerin for, oh my God, should I tell you what I'm gonna eat? No! Ah, ha, ha, ha,! A little Glenview humor, by the way I be Glen! Howdy . . . I'll be your misfit for tonight's, goings, ons. I also must warn you, I'm fixin" to write something, yet say nothin'!
When I was a tadpole, my Mother would fix, fried taters, and eggs. Yep, that's what she liked! I'd roll my little noise up at that. I wasn't a fan of such food, back then. Well every now and then since I've gotten older, and on real cold winters nights, like tonight, guess what I like it?. I know, I know tain't healthy, fer ya! Well just kiss my arse! If ya, donna, knowa, whata, arse is, usa, youra imagination! Damn . . . I'mma feelin' goood, this mornin'! Wait a sec, I gotta check me fried taters, please hold . . . . . I be a using this here cute little frying pan, the littlest un, I ever did see. I cut me up a couple small taters, ama frying them up, and I'mma gonna fry me a couple eggs, um, um good!
WARNING! WARNING! Better not try this at home! Ifin, you be a health nutto, your body may go into shocko!
Seems to me, there ain't nothin', good for us no more.
Okay, the fried taters and eggs were a slice of Hillbilly Heaven. I may make fun of my Daddy's family, only because they were! That's funny by itself!
Yes, I know, you're not following me, that's always my goal, because I was poking fun at my Momma earlier. Yep I was! She be a country gal, but not a hillbilly! She be normal! Oh my God, never thought I'd say that, about my Momma!
On the other hand, or the other side of the family, would make a lot more sense.
You know what the opposite of the last sentence would be? Not a lick of sense!
Them taters and eggs done fried, me mind!
Remember earlier I warned you, " I was fixin' to write something, yet not say nothing'." It's still true ain't it?
You know, I be having some fun at my expense, causin' I got no sense!
How's my meandering, say absolutely nothing, about nothing, any different than them speech writers that write for Politicians?
They put in all these pretty sounding words, for the Politician to speak around in, meandering nonsense.
JUAT FUNNING WITH YA, Y'ALL COME BACK NOW YA HEAR!
When I was a tadpole, my Mother would fix, fried taters, and eggs. Yep, that's what she liked! I'd roll my little noise up at that. I wasn't a fan of such food, back then. Well every now and then since I've gotten older, and on real cold winters nights, like tonight, guess what I like it?. I know, I know tain't healthy, fer ya! Well just kiss my arse! If ya, donna, knowa, whata, arse is, usa, youra imagination! Damn . . . I'mma feelin' goood, this mornin'! Wait a sec, I gotta check me fried taters, please hold . . . . . I be a using this here cute little frying pan, the littlest un, I ever did see. I cut me up a couple small taters, ama frying them up, and I'mma gonna fry me a couple eggs, um, um good!
WARNING! WARNING! Better not try this at home! Ifin, you be a health nutto, your body may go into shocko!
Seems to me, there ain't nothin', good for us no more.
Okay, the fried taters and eggs were a slice of Hillbilly Heaven. I may make fun of my Daddy's family, only because they were! That's funny by itself!
Yes, I know, you're not following me, that's always my goal, because I was poking fun at my Momma earlier. Yep I was! She be a country gal, but not a hillbilly! She be normal! Oh my God, never thought I'd say that, about my Momma!
On the other hand, or the other side of the family, would make a lot more sense.
You know what the opposite of the last sentence would be? Not a lick of sense!
Them taters and eggs done fried, me mind!
Remember earlier I warned you, " I was fixin' to write something, yet not say nothing'." It's still true ain't it?
You know, I be having some fun at my expense, causin' I got no sense!
How's my meandering, say absolutely nothing, about nothing, any different than them speech writers that write for Politicians?
They put in all these pretty sounding words, for the Politician to speak around in, meandering nonsense.
JUAT FUNNING WITH YA, Y'ALL COME BACK NOW YA HEAR!
Thursday, January 16, 2014
Have You?
I was asked, to drive the work truck, which I hate, the last two nights. There is one thing, I had forgotten. The peace of late night causes me to think . . . more! DAMN! I really don't need more! Please take Old Glens word for this! One other thing, I should be concentrating on my driving. The driving bores me, to no end!!! It's certainly easier on my body, than working production, I just don't like it, especially in the winter time. I've been known to bust my ass on the ice every fricking year!!! Probably the reason I have tree bad disc.
I completely forgot to tell y'all, 'bout a BIG boo-boo, that happened to me, the last time I drove the damn, work truck. Most likely, I was tryin' to erase it from my memory. (I wish I could!)This is why I don't want to drive, no more! Are you ready?
I use to make this delivery all the time. I told my boss, "Boss, let these young ins do this, I have done it for years!" (By the way I do call her Boss, she be okay with it. She has worked here 34 years, what can I say!) I have not done this delivery for a long time exceptin', for showing another young-in. I deliver several skids of product to a certain location, using a lift off the back of my truck and line them in the assigned area. Like I said, "I've done it a hundred times." I've unloaded 4 skids in a heavy rain. Like I wasn't mad enough about about having to make this delivery, and it was fricking raining! I'm inside my truck turning around a skid of product, I hear a loud noise, a cracking sound. I thought to myself, "what the hell was that?" It was a sound, I've never heard before. Remember now I'm hard of hearing, but I have my hearing aids in. Oh well! I don't know what it was! Well, after I take the skid down on my lift gate, I'm taking it to where I was going to place it, I see, what the noise was! Glass lay everywhere! A plate glass window approximately 8 foot by 8 foot was shattered Let me just say, "that be one hell of a lot of glass!!!"
I wish to leave you with that thought momentarily, as I must add to, my other, threatening, problem. Yes there BE, more, than, one! This was a delivery on my off day. I sometimes have, a going to the bathroom problem. The toilet paper end. Just before the glass went, ba-lou-ey, the need was creeping up, from deep inside! I do not have a key to the building! "I'm a fixin', to be in, a heap of shit, if a miracle, does not come my way, s-o-o-n! You do see my dilemma, don't you?
So when I take a gander at the 64 square feet of doorway, that just opened up!!! Relief was in sight! Yes, I jump through that miracle on Washington Street, and done the squeeze walk, to the bathroom. Only thing I can say is, "the bathroom be within . . . breeches filling up distance!!!"
How do I spell relief? "Fllllttt" . . . I hope you got that, a cause, I, ainna, gonna, explain, any further!!!!!
One problem taken care of!
The wet, as a drown rat. noo longer concerns me, as I walk back through, the miracle opening!
"""What the hell am I gonna do?"""
Plays, like a stuck record, in my head! I regain a lick of sense, and finish my delivery, like any good delivery person, SHOULD!
Neither rain, nor snow, nor dark of night, nor gators in me belly, nor shattered gigantic windows, shall stop Old Man Glen, from his assigned duties!!!
Now what do I do about the 64 square foot in question? I call my boss, after all that's why their called Bosses!
I said, "call the maintenance man, I just broke out a BIG . . . window."
OKAY? Do you want to hear the most unusual thing, like there, has not been strange happenings so far! This business where, I have just broken a big ass window . . . [ drum roll ] is the home office of where I work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After my head stops spinning, and some clearer, thinkin'. I do not remember nudging my hand jack, even the slightest into the glass. But, I had to of, had to! (What do you think of that last sentence is that not, a real doozie!) (((Damn! I'm on some kind of a roll, yet, I know not what.)))
I thought, since I heard the glass shatter, while I was in the truck, there is no way, I hit the glass, but after much pondering, there is no other logical conclusion!
HAVE YOU EVER FOUND YOURSELF IN SUCH A PREDICAMENT? THE LIFE OF GLEN IS SOMETIMES FUNNY AND SOMETIMES, S-T-R-A-N-G-E!
I completely forgot to tell y'all, 'bout a BIG boo-boo, that happened to me, the last time I drove the damn, work truck. Most likely, I was tryin' to erase it from my memory. (I wish I could!)This is why I don't want to drive, no more! Are you ready?
I use to make this delivery all the time. I told my boss, "Boss, let these young ins do this, I have done it for years!" (By the way I do call her Boss, she be okay with it. She has worked here 34 years, what can I say!) I have not done this delivery for a long time exceptin', for showing another young-in. I deliver several skids of product to a certain location, using a lift off the back of my truck and line them in the assigned area. Like I said, "I've done it a hundred times." I've unloaded 4 skids in a heavy rain. Like I wasn't mad enough about about having to make this delivery, and it was fricking raining! I'm inside my truck turning around a skid of product, I hear a loud noise, a cracking sound. I thought to myself, "what the hell was that?" It was a sound, I've never heard before. Remember now I'm hard of hearing, but I have my hearing aids in. Oh well! I don't know what it was! Well, after I take the skid down on my lift gate, I'm taking it to where I was going to place it, I see, what the noise was! Glass lay everywhere! A plate glass window approximately 8 foot by 8 foot was shattered Let me just say, "that be one hell of a lot of glass!!!"
I wish to leave you with that thought momentarily, as I must add to, my other, threatening, problem. Yes there BE, more, than, one! This was a delivery on my off day. I sometimes have, a going to the bathroom problem. The toilet paper end. Just before the glass went, ba-lou-ey, the need was creeping up, from deep inside! I do not have a key to the building! "I'm a fixin', to be in, a heap of shit, if a miracle, does not come my way, s-o-o-n! You do see my dilemma, don't you?
So when I take a gander at the 64 square feet of doorway, that just opened up!!! Relief was in sight! Yes, I jump through that miracle on Washington Street, and done the squeeze walk, to the bathroom. Only thing I can say is, "the bathroom be within . . . breeches filling up distance!!!"
How do I spell relief? "Fllllttt" . . . I hope you got that, a cause, I, ainna, gonna, explain, any further!!!!!
One problem taken care of!
The wet, as a drown rat. noo longer concerns me, as I walk back through, the miracle opening!
"""What the hell am I gonna do?"""
Plays, like a stuck record, in my head! I regain a lick of sense, and finish my delivery, like any good delivery person, SHOULD!
Neither rain, nor snow, nor dark of night, nor gators in me belly, nor shattered gigantic windows, shall stop Old Man Glen, from his assigned duties!!!
Now what do I do about the 64 square foot in question? I call my boss, after all that's why their called Bosses!
I said, "call the maintenance man, I just broke out a BIG . . . window."
OKAY? Do you want to hear the most unusual thing, like there, has not been strange happenings so far! This business where, I have just broken a big ass window . . . [ drum roll ] is the home office of where I work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After my head stops spinning, and some clearer, thinkin'. I do not remember nudging my hand jack, even the slightest into the glass. But, I had to of, had to! (What do you think of that last sentence is that not, a real doozie!) (((Damn! I'm on some kind of a roll, yet, I know not what.)))
I thought, since I heard the glass shatter, while I was in the truck, there is no way, I hit the glass, but after much pondering, there is no other logical conclusion!
HAVE YOU EVER FOUND YOURSELF IN SUCH A PREDICAMENT? THE LIFE OF GLEN IS SOMETIMES FUNNY AND SOMETIMES, S-T-R-A-N-G-E!
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