VIEWER DISCRETION RECOMMENDED FOR THE ENDING GROSS FACTOR 10................. Once upon a time in America, actually not that many years ago. We became a throw-away Society, once we're done with trash what do we do? Pitch it, unfortunately there are way too many nin-ca-poop-ish morons from hell that use the ground, the parking lots, anyplace they are. Lazy @#$%ing assholes!!! I'm saddened at what I witness. Once I was entering a Convenience Store, a woman with a 5 year old child was walking out, the woman unwrapped her candy bar and threw it on the sidewalk, there was a garbage can right beside her. Instinctively without thinking I told her "there is a garbage can right beside of you." She looks at me and said"@#%& you, mind your own business!" I bent down and picked the candy wrapper up, the child looked at me and handed me her wrapper smiling. I winked at the child and threw it away. The woman jerked the child by the arm and said "some people don't know when to mind there own business. "The woman was acting like trash and I hope the child got my message. I witnessed someone once open a car door and throw a diaper on the ground in a parking lot. You name it and I've seen it, haven't you!!!
Anyhow to get to the title of this post "The Crying Indian," while riding around in the country the other day immensely enjoying the simplistic beauty of an early spring day my euphoria took a nose dive. Remember the old commercial where an Old Indian walks around America, upon seeing trash a tear rolls down his cheek!
Now brace yourself for what I'm about to tell ya. It's mind boggling dumn-ass funny and better yet, absolutely true!
Sorry, I must finish my earlier train of thought before I can move on. We old farts get what's called Senior moments, no, not Senor as in Spanish. Yikes, I keep losing my point as well as brain cells! Ya'all reckon there is a connection here. Ha, ha just keeping ya waiting and cursing me!
The spring gully washer, washed all the crap from out of the ditches where all them !@#$%^&**&^%$#@! DUMASSES threw away!
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THAT AIN'T THE GROSSLY FUNNY THING I'M ABOUT TO LAY ON YA!
Many years ago, I was driving a truck making a delivery at a large nationally known College. A terrible gully washer of a thunderstorm had just hit. How bad was it? It was so bad my windshield wipers could not keep up. I decided to set the thunder boomer out in a parking lot. Please bear or is it bare, fuck I don't know. I'm going to leave you hints as I complete this "true" story. Watch my words and you can figure out where I'm HEADED. So this big ASS storm BLOWS through. I had no PROTECTION except for my trUCK, My trUCK was a-ROCKING and a-ROLLING RHYTHMICALLY, going for the CLIMAX before it BLOWS out. The CLIMAX nearly BLEW my FUCKING truck over. Then everything STOPS...RELAX...CALM...A RAINBOW EUPHORIA OF FEELINGS REMAIN..........
I stepped out of my truck COMING out of the storm drains was white yucky looking STUFF!!!!!
BUBBLING out of the drains was PROPHYLACTICS "CONDOMS" yes, RUBBERS!!!!!!!!!!!!
I kid you not!!! I said oooooh! and laughed for about 5 minutes... I don't know how much studying of the books goes on here at F. U. University but I sure as hell would like to have the Condom market here!!! THANK YOU FER VISITING MY SILLY LITTLE SIGHT!!!
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
MOTHER NATURE, RACCOONS & THE BITCH
Imagine if you would, a woman moves from the hustle and bustle of the city to the serenity of the woods. The home sits back a lane snuggled between a woods and lake. Magnificence of the country surrounds her no matter where she cares to look. You see deer and rabbits wandering by freely and peacefully day or night, a protected zone free of hunters. Around the lake lies expensive homes, they to enjoy the beauty and solitude of this area. You can stand on your own property and intermingle with nature and walk down and fish for bass, a real paradise. Mother Nature in all her splendor.
The woman moves in but experiences some unwanted guest of the masked variety kind. Furry Bandito type, smart ones they are, the critters have been getting under her house causing damage. Seems simple to me, repair the damage and critter proof your home. Most likely the crawl space vents, sheesh it would take a pretty decent size spot for a full grown raccon to get inside! She can't be the only person to be taken by Rocky Raccoons or Bandito Ones! The cute furry creatures of God are only instintively trying to survive, can you just imagine how many animals loose their natural habitat daily to man!!! They repair the damage to her home and critter proofed her house. All total it was several thousand dollars.
The Bitch was not happy with just solving the problem! This woman starts trapping them and shoots them. YES SIR a 22 between the eyes. This monster has killed 28 of them the last I heard.
"SHE" MOVES TO MOTHER NATURE FOR SERENITY AND GLORIOUSLY BEAUTIFUL SURROUNDINGS, TO BE ONE WITH MOTHER NATURE IN ALL HER DIVINE BLISS. I CANNOT FATHOM AN INDIVIDUAL THAT CAN SO CALLOUSLY DO SUCH AN EVIL DEED!!!!
THE KILLING OF ANIMALS FOR SURVIVAL AND CONTROLLING OF POPULATION I AGREE WITH, BUT TO MOVE INTO SUCH A MAGNIFICENT SETTING AND USE VENGEFUL RETALITORY MEASURES, IS AGAINST MY ABILITY OF UNDERSTANDING!!!!!
The woman moves in but experiences some unwanted guest of the masked variety kind. Furry Bandito type, smart ones they are, the critters have been getting under her house causing damage. Seems simple to me, repair the damage and critter proof your home. Most likely the crawl space vents, sheesh it would take a pretty decent size spot for a full grown raccon to get inside! She can't be the only person to be taken by Rocky Raccoons or Bandito Ones! The cute furry creatures of God are only instintively trying to survive, can you just imagine how many animals loose their natural habitat daily to man!!! They repair the damage to her home and critter proofed her house. All total it was several thousand dollars.
The Bitch was not happy with just solving the problem! This woman starts trapping them and shoots them. YES SIR a 22 between the eyes. This monster has killed 28 of them the last I heard.
"SHE" MOVES TO MOTHER NATURE FOR SERENITY AND GLORIOUSLY BEAUTIFUL SURROUNDINGS, TO BE ONE WITH MOTHER NATURE IN ALL HER DIVINE BLISS. I CANNOT FATHOM AN INDIVIDUAL THAT CAN SO CALLOUSLY DO SUCH AN EVIL DEED!!!!
THE KILLING OF ANIMALS FOR SURVIVAL AND CONTROLLING OF POPULATION I AGREE WITH, BUT TO MOVE INTO SUCH A MAGNIFICENT SETTING AND USE VENGEFUL RETALITORY MEASURES, IS AGAINST MY ABILITY OF UNDERSTANDING!!!!!
Sunday, April 10, 2011
LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL
Finally, early April! And what happens in early April boys & girls? Come on you can figure it out. I’ll give you a hint! In January you have cold ass days and cold asser nights! Dreariness makes you feel like going to bed and staying until… until come on you know!!!
We had springtime thunder boomers all morning long April 9th, then the sky cleared up and the sun popped its beautiful head out and the temperature was in the upper 70’s. What do you do boys and girls on the first really nice early April day? When the daffodils are a blooming and them tulips are a popping up and them Magnolia Trees are magnificent and all other trees and bushes and grass is greening up!
Aw shit, I was doing just fine until I remembered what happens if the grass starts growing. That temporarily took my beautiful vision away. Sorry, I hope I didn’t rain on your parade. Now, where was I before green grass stopped my vision?
Unfortunately for you, you see how my brain works! I have to work real hard to keep good thoughts in my noodle and keep negative ones from creeping me out! So help me get back to the mood I was painting for us before that damn grass slipped under my radar.
Daffodils, tulips, magnificently beautiful magnolia trees, upper 70 degree day, ahhh yes. I can visualize it and feel the warmth of the sunshine as me, and better me, ride around enjoying the late day to its maximus. Something for my belly and a cold one, (coca-cola) man oh man it don’t get any better than this!!! In the bitterly cold of January with snow on the ground my dreams are full of days like this! You know what… it is even better than my dream, uh, huh. No way, you say! You bet-cha, it’s more magnificent than the magnolia trees in full bloom. I wouldn’t lie to ya’ll, it’s true, the first day when it all comes together. The beauty is everywhere as we ride around in the country; ah, the country with the little springtime flowers appearing in the farmer’s fields.
The canvas reproduces similarly refreshing scenes each and every year, yet they seem more colorful and more breathtaking each spring. Why is that? Seems as you grow older you slow down. You begin to see the simplicity that you once could not see because you chose to speedily drive by, always in a hurry to get somewhere, to be somewhere. We train ourselves at an early age that we must be doing something to enjoy. Therefore we enter the rat race of hell! The proverbial rainbow with the pot of gold could be within our sight; do we see it? Probably not!!! We are talking on cell phones with meaningless chit-chat, driving too fast because we are rushing and filling our minds with meaningless drivel. The rainbow you overlook or do not take the time to see is the pot-o-gold. Why can’t we see that? Why must our most precious youthful years be wasted? We are young, full of ourselves, full of in-maturity, ignorant. Wisdom can only be learned through maturity and sadly many do not make it. The youthful experiencing of life lures me in my old age; however I never saw the beauty of an April day the way I do now. Thank you and may April showers bring you May flowers… Glen View
Friday, April 8, 2011
Klem, Me & Pain
Pain, pain every where "PAIN." When does it become too much to handle and it breaks you? You know what I'm talking about! I saw a sign in a Doctor's window it said "We Manage Pain," that's for me. I go inside to talk about it, the sign in your window says "We Manage Pain." I want you to manage my pain please, as it's becoming too much for me to manage!
I ask the receptionist, "what exactly do pain managers do, I bet you have some really goo-ood pain manager pills and shots that are crying out to me. Yes, yes, I hear them! Cortisone, Prednisone, Hydrocodone, Oxycontin um, um, now were talking pain management!!! I want the full treatment.
The snooty receptionist looks up at me through the top of her glasses, "Sirr the first thing we need to know, do you have insurance? Secondly you just can't walk in her off the street and fill your bag with pain killers! What do you think this is Mexico!" (I'll give this receptionist an A for attitude, I like it!)
I smile at the snooty and testy receptionist and say, "honey put a little somethin, somethin on my insurance card for you. I'm in a hurry now, just pretend this is a drive-up window and make my order to go!!!"
The receptionist jumps up a huffing and a puffing, scoots her chair backwards, she comes back with a even snootier looking woman a looking up at me over them damn glasses just like her little snooty sidekick did and says "I'm the Office Manager, you must have a referral from your personal Physician and all your records before we can see you."
I answer "what, the sign says, you manage pain, do you or do you not manage pain because you are giving me more pain and you don't want to give a man teetering on the precipice more pain than what I already have!
Big Snooty says, "we can't do anything for you unless you Doctor refers you."
I walk out the door saying to myself ********&&&&&&&@@@@@@. So I go to my Doctor and he reefeers me...
So I go back to these here "Pain Managers." After a whole bunch of tests M. R. I. and such, they say blankety, blank, blank... Still no good Meds to take my pain away. What kind of "Pain Management" place is this after the amount of money my insurance have paid you, I could of vacationed in Mexico and stopped off at a local Drugs are Us and be having no pain right now!
These here "Pain Managers" want me to exercise , eat a certain way, lose weight etc. I'm an old man and have worked hard at physical labor all my life. With all the advances in medicine they are asking me to do all this other crap! What kind of @#%&ing Physicians are they anyway. They go to Med School so they can prescribe modern medicine and they want me to live with my pain!!! "Hells Fire" this ain't eastern medicine where they can use their mind to block out the pain, this here is America and we demand our drugs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Klem, my buddy and Me are getting OLD, have back problems and miscellaneous old age crap! He asked me "did your Doctor say whether or not, you could take over the counter pain pills with prednisone."I'm hard of hearing so I put my finger in my ear and shook it wildly to be sure I heard Klem say exactly what I thought I heard Klem say. My mind flashes alert! Overload because my mind is processing what I thought I heard, against why the hell do you want Ibuprofen if you are taking the good stuff! You can see my predicament here. I don't know if he or me is having what is called a "Senior Moment" or my hearing has let me down. I'm frazzled and poor Klem he looks more frazzled than I am. He has a headache and usually takes a hand full of Ibuprofen normally to get going.
Klem and me start discussing aches and pains and how it seems you continue to get more and more. Klem is getting an M. R. I. and he already has a bad back. We talk Prednisone, Vioxx and such. I used to take Vioxx before they took it off the market and all I can say is woo-wee I felt right good when taking that stuff!!! I experienced Prednisone a few years ago and um, um good, nothing in my entire body hurt! My mind was reving at 8,000 rpm's. I only needed 4 hours sleep a day and I was up and ready to gooo! As I was weaning myself slowly off Prednisone all hell broke loose. Them damn aches and pains plus ones I never had before appeared. I had become a junkie in three weeks of taking that devil drug! I even asked my Doc "how about prescribing me the least amount possible for my old body."
Klem had tried Prednisone before but couldn't tolerate it. It's spooky stuff. When you are really hurting you have to resort to certain measures and there is no way to identify with that unless you have been there. When you're young you can't identify with with that but as wear and tear of living decimates your body, then and only then can you really comprehend why older people move so strangely.
I ask the receptionist, "what exactly do pain managers do, I bet you have some really goo-ood pain manager pills and shots that are crying out to me. Yes, yes, I hear them! Cortisone, Prednisone, Hydrocodone, Oxycontin um, um, now were talking pain management!!! I want the full treatment.
The snooty receptionist looks up at me through the top of her glasses, "Sirr the first thing we need to know, do you have insurance? Secondly you just can't walk in her off the street and fill your bag with pain killers! What do you think this is Mexico!" (I'll give this receptionist an A for attitude, I like it!)
I smile at the snooty and testy receptionist and say, "honey put a little somethin, somethin on my insurance card for you. I'm in a hurry now, just pretend this is a drive-up window and make my order to go!!!"
The receptionist jumps up a huffing and a puffing, scoots her chair backwards, she comes back with a even snootier looking woman a looking up at me over them damn glasses just like her little snooty sidekick did and says "I'm the Office Manager, you must have a referral from your personal Physician and all your records before we can see you."
I answer "what, the sign says, you manage pain, do you or do you not manage pain because you are giving me more pain and you don't want to give a man teetering on the precipice more pain than what I already have!
Big Snooty says, "we can't do anything for you unless you Doctor refers you."
I walk out the door saying to myself ********&&&&&&&@@@@@@. So I go to my Doctor and he reefeers me...
So I go back to these here "Pain Managers." After a whole bunch of tests M. R. I. and such, they say blankety, blank, blank... Still no good Meds to take my pain away. What kind of "Pain Management" place is this after the amount of money my insurance have paid you, I could of vacationed in Mexico and stopped off at a local Drugs are Us and be having no pain right now!
These here "Pain Managers" want me to exercise , eat a certain way, lose weight etc. I'm an old man and have worked hard at physical labor all my life. With all the advances in medicine they are asking me to do all this other crap! What kind of @#%&ing Physicians are they anyway. They go to Med School so they can prescribe modern medicine and they want me to live with my pain!!! "Hells Fire" this ain't eastern medicine where they can use their mind to block out the pain, this here is America and we demand our drugs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Klem, my buddy and Me are getting OLD, have back problems and miscellaneous old age crap! He asked me "did your Doctor say whether or not, you could take over the counter pain pills with prednisone."I'm hard of hearing so I put my finger in my ear and shook it wildly to be sure I heard Klem say exactly what I thought I heard Klem say. My mind flashes alert! Overload because my mind is processing what I thought I heard, against why the hell do you want Ibuprofen if you are taking the good stuff! You can see my predicament here. I don't know if he or me is having what is called a "Senior Moment" or my hearing has let me down. I'm frazzled and poor Klem he looks more frazzled than I am. He has a headache and usually takes a hand full of Ibuprofen normally to get going.
Klem and me start discussing aches and pains and how it seems you continue to get more and more. Klem is getting an M. R. I. and he already has a bad back. We talk Prednisone, Vioxx and such. I used to take Vioxx before they took it off the market and all I can say is woo-wee I felt right good when taking that stuff!!! I experienced Prednisone a few years ago and um, um good, nothing in my entire body hurt! My mind was reving at 8,000 rpm's. I only needed 4 hours sleep a day and I was up and ready to gooo! As I was weaning myself slowly off Prednisone all hell broke loose. Them damn aches and pains plus ones I never had before appeared. I had become a junkie in three weeks of taking that devil drug! I even asked my Doc "how about prescribing me the least amount possible for my old body."
Klem had tried Prednisone before but couldn't tolerate it. It's spooky stuff. When you are really hurting you have to resort to certain measures and there is no way to identify with that unless you have been there. When you're young you can't identify with with that but as wear and tear of living decimates your body, then and only then can you really comprehend why older people move so strangely.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
CONNIPTION
Strange how words pop into my head and I can't get them out, until I address them by either looking them up in the dictionary or write something about them. It didn't use to be that way, something has stirred up the hornet's nest that I call a brain. It's possible that I have made an effort to challenge myself, so as I can keep what brain cells I have left. I have fun with these words and hope I can give you a smile as I play with them. (My goal is to be more like Benny who's always having fun.) So hang on or fasten your seat belt, I don't know where this ride is going to take us!!!
I'm not sure, "conniption" is actually a word because in my childhood years I would hear many words that wasn't in the dictionary. I'll just refer to these questionable words as backwoods slang.
The word would be phrased this way, "don't have a conniption fit." Conniption fit, tell me what that conjures up to you! I see a young child throwing a hissy fit!!! A tantrum because they aren't getting their way, clinching their fists, lying on the ground, kicking, hollering, crying at the top of their lungs. Unfortunately I have witnessed this behavior in person and it sure ain't pretty.
Conniption is defined as, a fit of rage, hysteria, alarm. Hello! if we see anyone having a conniption fit we are definitely going to be alarmed. We would be thinking what the **** is wrong with them.
There possibly is another explaination for this conniption fit thing. You reckon they might need an Exorcist? Nah, on secomd thought just a spoiled brat. Seems there's an old saying, "spare the rod and spoil the child." This saying, seems to be saying, "no spankee the child and they become spoiled!"
I'll betcha if any of my Grandma's children or grandkids threw a conniption fit she would give them a real reason to roll around on the ground. Grandma would blister our butts so bad we would be rolling around on the ground to get the coolness to put out the fire on our asses!!!
I DO BELIEVE WE COULD USE MY GRANDMA TODAY! I THINK WE NEED MILLIONS OF OLD FASHIONED GRANDMAS PATROLING THE STREETS OF EVERY CITY. I WANT ME ONE OF THEM OLD FASHIONED GRANDMAS TO TAKE TO WORK!!! SHE'D WHOOP SOME ASSES THAT NEED WHOOPING. I'D TAKE HER TO POLITICAL MEETINGS, WHOOP SOME OF THEIR ASSES!!! I'D TAKE HER TO WASHINGTON D. C.... GRANDMA WOULD HAVE A LIFETIME JOB WHOOPING THE ASSES IN THAT CITY!!! I BET I COULD MAKE A REAL GOOD LIVING SUPPLYING THE SASSAFRAS SAPLINGS TO HER. I'D TAKE HER TO AFGHANISTAN, WHOOP ALL THEIR ASSES. I'D TAKE HER TO IRAQ, WHOOP SOME MORE ASSES. I'D TURN HER LOOSE ON THE WHOLE MIDDLE EAST. I'D GIVE THEM OLD FASHIONED GRANDMA'S PERMISSION TO ACT AS GODS TO RESTORE THE WORLD TO WHAT IT SHOULD BE. GRANDMAS MAY NOT BE THE SMARTEST IN BOOK LEARNING BUT THEY KNOW RIGHT FROM WRONG AND THEY SURE AS HELL AIN'T GONNA SPARE THE ROD AND SPOIL NOO-BODY. WHAT THE WORLD NEEDS NOW AIN'T LOVE, IT'S OLD FASHIONED GRANDMAS THAT KNOW HOW TO CLEAN HOUSE!!!!! Thank you for visiting my humble little world. Sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite. GLEN VIEW
I'm not sure, "conniption" is actually a word because in my childhood years I would hear many words that wasn't in the dictionary. I'll just refer to these questionable words as backwoods slang.
The word would be phrased this way, "don't have a conniption fit." Conniption fit, tell me what that conjures up to you! I see a young child throwing a hissy fit!!! A tantrum because they aren't getting their way, clinching their fists, lying on the ground, kicking, hollering, crying at the top of their lungs. Unfortunately I have witnessed this behavior in person and it sure ain't pretty.
Conniption is defined as, a fit of rage, hysteria, alarm. Hello! if we see anyone having a conniption fit we are definitely going to be alarmed. We would be thinking what the **** is wrong with them.
There possibly is another explaination for this conniption fit thing. You reckon they might need an Exorcist? Nah, on secomd thought just a spoiled brat. Seems there's an old saying, "spare the rod and spoil the child." This saying, seems to be saying, "no spankee the child and they become spoiled!"
I'll betcha if any of my Grandma's children or grandkids threw a conniption fit she would give them a real reason to roll around on the ground. Grandma would blister our butts so bad we would be rolling around on the ground to get the coolness to put out the fire on our asses!!!
I DO BELIEVE WE COULD USE MY GRANDMA TODAY! I THINK WE NEED MILLIONS OF OLD FASHIONED GRANDMAS PATROLING THE STREETS OF EVERY CITY. I WANT ME ONE OF THEM OLD FASHIONED GRANDMAS TO TAKE TO WORK!!! SHE'D WHOOP SOME ASSES THAT NEED WHOOPING. I'D TAKE HER TO POLITICAL MEETINGS, WHOOP SOME OF THEIR ASSES!!! I'D TAKE HER TO WASHINGTON D. C.... GRANDMA WOULD HAVE A LIFETIME JOB WHOOPING THE ASSES IN THAT CITY!!! I BET I COULD MAKE A REAL GOOD LIVING SUPPLYING THE SASSAFRAS SAPLINGS TO HER. I'D TAKE HER TO AFGHANISTAN, WHOOP ALL THEIR ASSES. I'D TAKE HER TO IRAQ, WHOOP SOME MORE ASSES. I'D TURN HER LOOSE ON THE WHOLE MIDDLE EAST. I'D GIVE THEM OLD FASHIONED GRANDMA'S PERMISSION TO ACT AS GODS TO RESTORE THE WORLD TO WHAT IT SHOULD BE. GRANDMAS MAY NOT BE THE SMARTEST IN BOOK LEARNING BUT THEY KNOW RIGHT FROM WRONG AND THEY SURE AS HELL AIN'T GONNA SPARE THE ROD AND SPOIL NOO-BODY. WHAT THE WORLD NEEDS NOW AIN'T LOVE, IT'S OLD FASHIONED GRANDMAS THAT KNOW HOW TO CLEAN HOUSE!!!!! Thank you for visiting my humble little world. Sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite. GLEN VIEW
Sunday, April 3, 2011
SERENDIPITY
Ser-en-dip-ity, what a wonderful word… Say that word a few times, does it not sound and feel good?!!! “SERENDIPITY” Zippity do da, Zippity aah, my oh my, what a wonderful day, plenty of sunshine headed my way, zippity do dah, zippity aah. Sorry, I sometimes get carried away! Let’s look that word up in the dictionary, it means, a seeming gift for finding good things accidentally. Remember last week’s word was simplicity. I’m a simple person, am I an accident “probably” and I’m trying to be good, but gosh darn it, I don’t have a gift, at least not until my Birthday or Christmas. (Whew that took one whole day’s worth of brain waves, so I’m going to take a short nap now, can’t allow my Alzheimer to get complete control of my brain.)
Siesta’s over, I’m back to thinking. I’m temporarily stumped, oh, oh, I might have something here. Forrest Gump was serendipitous. How about Gomer Pyle, you remember Gomer Pyle don’t you. I’ll refresh your memory, he was a tall goofy looking character who joined the Marines and drove his Sergeant crazy. Maybe you must be simple and goofy or challenged to have serendipity.
I want some of that serendipity. I found a red M & M peanut under a piece of paper on my desk, I love them; is that serendipity? Seems to fit the meaning of gift, good things, accidentally!
When given a gift, a book for example, and the book title is horrendous, yet it turns out to be extremely mind numbingly excellent. That is serendipity toying with me right!
I’m out walking with my dog and I find a $20. I think that must be serendipity. After a long hot day of walking we need our nourishment as we eat grilled steaks from the money. Good golly Miss Molly we’re thinking as we eat our steaks. We love this here serendipity stuff!
I was out looking for a job once and found one. Is that serendipity? Let’s examine this closer. With the money I make I can buy gifts, food, shelter, fuel. I’m having trouble with the finding the good thing part of this equation though. It was accidental because I sure as hell never thought I would be doing what I’m doing. You see most days I don’t find my job good! I need it most certainly, but finding good things is stretching it a mite. I occasionally run across some intelligent conversation, as in “the weathers calling for rain today and guess what, it’s raining.” When Benny asks me “are we having fun” and I just want to smack the snot out of him. Benny meets the requirements of serendipity, the gift of finding good things accidentally. Klem that’s my Buddy says that Benny has frontal lobe damage. Aye yi, yi, yi, yi. Klem are the smart one between us. I don’t think Benny’s elevator goes all the way to the top. I also believe he sees the world as one gigantic toy box. It is hard not to like Benny as he is a good worker, always in good spirits. I must admit in the beginning I wondered if Benny wasn’t taking something to be in the happy go lucky moods he seemed to stay in. You see Benny is the epitome of serendipity. He is a young man due to no fault of his own has found the gift of finding good things accidentally by possessing the mind set of simplistic pleasures of life.
The simple pleasures of life, are what I’m looking for. I think I’ll have Benny teach me the simple pleasures. He talks all the time, I’m not kidding!!! Never says anything meaningful, but he sure is having fun!
I wish to examine this phenomenon a little more. Benny is being taken care of by us; society. Benny is challenged. He has found a job where he is taken care of because of his condition. He views the world as a playpen only to have fun and work where he is rewarded by buying himself a pick-up truck, hunting, fishing supplies a cell phone, t-shirts with what he considers cool wondrous funny words on them.
I hate to admit it but I an old man with a lifetime of anxiety under my belt that has only been counterproductive to my health and serendipity. I find myself jealous of this young man with the world of fun all around him. The simplest pleasures in life are free if you can find them. I have searched my lifetime and seem to be finding it, hopefully to enjoy, if only for a short period of time. What is it you ask “It is what you are currently reading,” my way of finding solace, serenity, pleasures at a time I should be just sitting around watching sports and saying if only!!!
THIS ATTEMPT AT WRITING IS QUITE BY ACCIDENT. I WOULD NOT REFER TO MY MISADVENTURES IN WRITING A GIFT. I DO FIND IT FUN AND GOOD AT THIS TIME IN MY LIFE. AS BENNY WOULD ASK “ARE WE HAVING FUUN” GOSH DARN IT I AM… Glen over here at GLEN VIEW
Friday, April 1, 2011
WINE
I haven't drank alcohol of any kind in years. Even in my younger days, I didn't like the taste of it, but I sure as hell liked the way it would make me feel! Um, um good, but when you drink too much, it becomes, oh, oh bad! Everyone has been there right! Today, I drink water with God only knows what's in it. For for a kick start to the day and to keep my energy flowing, I drink sodas for the caffeine. If I didn't have caffeine, my body just wouldn't run. Have you ever put a tankful of bad gasoline in you car? It spits and sputters and tells you no!!! Oh the poor car will run but it don't wanna.
Recently I've started drinking orange juice, not everyday but I find myself liking it. I never liked it before, why now? Anything that's good for you shouldn't taste good right! What the hell is the matter with me, do you think I should see a Doctor! Nah, just old age I reckon. Needing vitamin C would be my guess. Any how I place a large glass of orange juice in the freezer for maybe 10 minutes and wal-la, damn it taste soo good! So I'm now wondering about them other juices, in the juice aisle of the supermarket. Apple juice, nah! Prune juice, not yet! Wine is made from grapes, ooh! That's looking promising.
I seem to have my heart set on the grape variety. A glass of wine or two can't hurt you, can it? I've read where a glass of wine is good for your heart. After a lifetime of making my heart pump from anxiety, how about I let it relax a little!
Now hear this, oops! read this. I'm getting old and sometimes my senses become short circuited from loss of brain cells. This is where orange juice and more potent juices are to come in.
I remember reading a Medical study, from I believe Greece,where the group being studied typically ate all the wrong foods; however this group had less heart disease than the rest of the world. The secret is out...they drink wine with their meals! They take their sweet time, relaxing and enjoying...their meals to the fullest. Huum, makes me wonder if it's the wine that makes them be in no hurry, so they enjoy and don't worry about all the bad stuff going into their body. So the wine counteracts the anxiety, they relax and don't give a shit and they become healthier. Simple pleasures utilized to the maximum, now they are smart ones, they are!!!
Okay then I'm all for a big meal and some wine, hell yeah I think I can do that! Wine, relaxing music, good food, good conversation. I'll not be in no hurry, now I see why they don't have heart disease etc. If I spend that much time eating and sipping wine, there would be one thing on my mind!!! So after dinner you get your ticker a tocking real good from natural instinctive physical activity. There ain't no wonder them folks are healthier and live longer, they know the secrets of juices, eating, relaxing and physical therapy. Seems them simple pleasures sure are the best after all.
Recently I've started drinking orange juice, not everyday but I find myself liking it. I never liked it before, why now? Anything that's good for you shouldn't taste good right! What the hell is the matter with me, do you think I should see a Doctor! Nah, just old age I reckon. Needing vitamin C would be my guess. Any how I place a large glass of orange juice in the freezer for maybe 10 minutes and wal-la, damn it taste soo good! So I'm now wondering about them other juices, in the juice aisle of the supermarket. Apple juice, nah! Prune juice, not yet! Wine is made from grapes, ooh! That's looking promising.
I seem to have my heart set on the grape variety. A glass of wine or two can't hurt you, can it? I've read where a glass of wine is good for your heart. After a lifetime of making my heart pump from anxiety, how about I let it relax a little!
Now hear this, oops! read this. I'm getting old and sometimes my senses become short circuited from loss of brain cells. This is where orange juice and more potent juices are to come in.
I remember reading a Medical study, from I believe Greece,where the group being studied typically ate all the wrong foods; however this group had less heart disease than the rest of the world. The secret is out...they drink wine with their meals! They take their sweet time, relaxing and enjoying...their meals to the fullest. Huum, makes me wonder if it's the wine that makes them be in no hurry, so they enjoy and don't worry about all the bad stuff going into their body. So the wine counteracts the anxiety, they relax and don't give a shit and they become healthier. Simple pleasures utilized to the maximum, now they are smart ones, they are!!!
Okay then I'm all for a big meal and some wine, hell yeah I think I can do that! Wine, relaxing music, good food, good conversation. I'll not be in no hurry, now I see why they don't have heart disease etc. If I spend that much time eating and sipping wine, there would be one thing on my mind!!! So after dinner you get your ticker a tocking real good from natural instinctive physical activity. There ain't no wonder them folks are healthier and live longer, they know the secrets of juices, eating, relaxing and physical therapy. Seems them simple pleasures sure are the best after all.
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