You moron... it's oxy.......

I'm positive, I think.  That, is the title of the book I will never write.  Realist.  It's kinda like, I wanted to be a major league baseball player.  That is, until.  Until, mebbe the 11 and 12 year old league - some crafty pitcher threw me a curveball.  This is like wayyyyy before I learnt me some good cusswords from friends, relatives, movies, yada.  But....... I said "The HELL was that?"  THAT, is when I knew I'd never be a major leaguer.

The pitcher was awfully good.  I was of the age some know-it-all neighborhood snotnose spoiled Christmas for us all. ("Ha, HE still believes in Santa!")  Funny, ha ha, so did I.  I was 'tween the age of my Schwinn Tiger being too small for me, and, using my one curse word, howinthehell would I even shift ten gears?  Deafening silence, so to oxy, moron.

We loved us some mulberries back in the day on Miller Street.  Lived on Miller hunnerd years, then, bought the house from folks when they moved, lived a few more years. It's always been Miller STREET to me.  It's only a block and a half long street.  The other day I drove past... on the half block, noticed the sign Miller AVENUE.  Using a word I heard, mebbe age 14, I call bullshit.  It's STREET you idiot!

Victor, get back to your damn mulberry story.  Oh yeah, thanks.  We, the neighbor snotnoses, would be up there downing mulberries like there was no tomorrow - until our bellies hurt good, so to oxy.  Ricky's mom would always open the back door and holler "Ricky?  Climb down, we gotta go!"  I'm a moron oxy, that confused me.  'Climb↑down ↓.  I had a silent scream as Ricky motivated on down.

Got a little older and that song came out........ "DO THIS, DON'T DO THAT, CAN'T YOU READ THE SIGN?"  You forget, you moron oxy you, I am onea them never made the honor roll (had a literal blast in school though)... was C+ or M+, depending on how your district judged us chid'ren.  I'M STILL HAVING A HARD ENOUGH TIME UNDERSTANDING THE LANGUAGE, LET ALONE THE WRITTEN SIGNS!

Crash landing. WHAT?  Wise fool.  HUH?  Original copy. AHM, how can I count wit my fingers on that one?

Life, I find, is controlled chaos.  "That's another fine mess you've gotten me into", right Oliver?  Fine mess?  Hey, that's my living room floor!   Things I drop can sit for days 'cause it seems like they're two elevator floors away!  Ahm, Victor, that's what I would call an accurate estimate.  Aye yai yai, I give up.

To the small crowd that stops by here, thank you. (Small crowd slid right pastya didn't it? God awful.

This may be old news (huh?) but I use plastic silverware (?) and paper towels {?} due to cost, and, laziness.  I have given up on women, they clearly misunderstand me. {?} Why even start a relationship 'cause at some point, civil war (?) is gonna break out.  Good grief (?) Charlie Brown.

Well, my shoulder is kinda aching.  I'm either gonna put some Icy Hot (?) on it, or, I could grab that loosely sealed (?) bag of peas from the freezer, even though they've got freezer burn (?) and put on it.  Whereinthehell (learnt that one 'round age 16) did I put the peas?  They're behind the jumbo shrimp (?) Victor you moron, oxy.

Needta clean house, but, that'd be a minor miracle (?). That, or, a definite maybe. (?)

Victor?  Yeah?  STOP WITH THE (?) WOULDYA?

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Cruel kindness, sorry, kinda. A dull roar went over the crowd. Small crowd Victor?  Nah, just a crowd.  I used an exact estimate of it.  Kinda like those census takers, they always come up with those found missing.  Their errors are growing smaller year by year.

I'm off to see the Wizard. No, that ain't it.  I'm off to pee.  It's an old man thing, the only choice I have at present.  I'll avoid the mirror - pretty ugly.  Brings me a sad smile.  Victor, it's just too bad your blogs aren't seriously funny.  Bite me.

I'm deceptively honest in that I ain't got no catchy ending. I'd attempt humor but, it'd drop like a lead balloon.  Victor, 5 of your 7 readers left twenty paragraphs ago, intense apathy I think it was.

Yeah, I need a day off.  I'm tired of blogging, it's like a working vacation.  I need a guest host.

Or, a 65 year old blonde named Calgon, rich, divorced, hard of hearing, doesn't speaky English.  Calgon, emmene-moi.  That's Calgon take me away, in French.

Even odds that'll happen.

I'm positive, I think.  Sorry, kinda.

By Hank Henry Gibby Gibson

Love, Victurd

We'd love to have you......(If you are already signed up, no reply needed)........

3rd Annual Liberty Townie Invitational Two Person Golf Scramble.

Tuesday, July 22nd, 9am Shotgun Start.........   The Club at MariMack, par 3 course, Kearney, MO.

Cost:    $55 total per player....... ($25 green/cart fee, payable card or cash, $30 cash only, includes twenty for prize fun, ten for Liberty's Shop With A Cop program.) Lunch provided.

We have 30 total golf carts, and 22 are already spoken for, ie, we have 44 golfers, SO HUBBA HUBBA, GRAB A PARTNER, TEXT VIC (816-394-1662) let's fill this sucker up, have some fun, WHILE. WE. STILL. CAN!

Signed up thus far (These folks don't need to do anything further):

David Gibbs/Justin Gibbs

Rich Gibbs/Ken Stegall

Ryan Stegall/Jake Gibbs

Lee Schneiderven/Doug Jones

Robert Wildman/Jerry Hibbs

Bill Barnes/Steve Schmidt

Brian Thomas/Ted Jacques

Tommie Grimm/Vic Schultze

Gary Lund/Ron Drew

Cary Wepler/Tom Albright

Mark Chambers/Chase Chambers

Fieldon Houston/Tim Schoeller

Jim Cooper/Craig Davis

Denice Morrison/Al Stilfield

Janet Maddox/Carol Lalumondier

Barry Bowles/Dick Bowles 

Larry Hall/Rick Wooldridge

Roger Svetlecic/Russ Kincade

Charlie Griffin/'Mo' Myer

Greg Lund/Mike Philpot

Rick Moody/Tom Riggs

Mark Pollard/Jesse Hall

Sandye Boyes/Shari White

Rick Lowe/

HAVE NOT HEARD FROM, WOULD LOVE  TO HAVE THE FOLLOWING PLAY:

Brian Anderson, Greg Arnold, Gerald Bernard, Sandye Boyes, Jeff Brown, Ben Cassady, Joe Evans,  Candy Hampy, Marty Hensley,, Greg Lalumondiere, David Lawson, Mike Morefield, Grundy Newton, Mark Rutliff,  David Schwabauer, Tom Shifflett, Steve Smithmeir, David Soltys, Pat Thomas, Deek Vanatta...

TEXT VIC (816-394-1662) TO RESERVE A SPOT!    Thanks!

Thunder, thunder - thunderation....

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay

My, oh my, what a wonderful day

Plenty of sunshine headin' my way

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay.

Well, not really.  4am. Hearda loud popping noise outside, said to self, "Self, it's 4am July 6, are those little bastas still at it?"  Kids, guilty until proven innocent ain't they?

Lights had flickered. Whereinthehell did I put that candle? The $7 really cool LED light I bought at Wally that had 9 settings (flash, flash fast, flash fast red, flash slow white, etc.), I was so excited about it, so..  wanted to show my grandkids, thus, it's in the car.  If only I had a light so I could go find my light.

Annuder flash boom siskai'yay... dark.  Damnit. Then they came back on. Yay! I've been lucky.  I haven't been able to bitch and moan like so many on the Facebook page "Liberty Area - Together We're Strong", darn, thought I had a chance.

Ruh roh Roku. No Direct TV. Long story. Had Spectrum, stopped em.  Restarted, sales rep promised me all the channels I wanted, specifically sports channels to watch the Royals, MU, etc...AND a free new phone AND service for that phone, and a partridge in a pear tree= $115 a month.

Sign me up Maynard. Did.  Bill came, $20 higher than promised. Called. Xplained Lucy "listen to the sales dudes conversation wit' me. "I'll have my boss check it out."

Four or five more conversations, begging, (OK, screaming REPRESENTATIVE at the recording, hey, made ME feel better.) "Please listen to the recording of that lady promising me her boss would listen to the original sales rep recording".   Can you verify your address please? Holy guacamole. I knew the dude who promised free phone, free service was smokin' Crack, but, whatever.

They promised wrong, nudder dude, light bulb, "Keep our Wi fi, there's a Direct TV streaming package that's at the rate you wanted." Ahm, OK. Felt a little weird using my JC Penny's card at Macy's, but, whatever.

 

Four Direct convo's w/Direct. All set. $85 a month for streaming, and yes, FanDuel included to watch your Royals.. (Spectrum wi fi then went from forty to fitty, billed at 55. Huh? Yeah, take the streaming box to UPS, then you ain't gonna be charged the 5.

Beer, cigs, thick pork chop cooked all by myself in my new air fryer, time for the Royals!

Road racing instead. Huh?  Ring, ring, Direct TV. "Well, that's the FanDuel included in your package, the one with the Royals is $125 a month."  I started to request they go back and listen to two conversations, diddies, I had with Jack and Diane, two Direct employees doing the best they can.  Didn't. "Best I can do is knock $25 a month off for three months."  As king of procrastination, "let's do it."

Back to Sunday am, 5:18am to be precise, thunder thunder thunderation - no wi fi.

Enter cussword here.

TV suggest "Restart?" Yes, good idea.  Hey, there's my email, but the password is blank. Crap. Do I use my Spectrum password or my Direct password,  and, more importantly,  whathehell are they?

I gotta go to work. No time for Sargents (Schultze). Later, I'll do it later.

I miss the days where ya pushed the TV out from the wall. Gotta a mirror in front leaned up agin' a chair, you pulled three bulbs out, took em to Breipohl Drugs (I know, but that's where they tested, sold them), problem fixed insidea 30 minutes....  ballplayers weren't multi million dollar dudes thanks to TV revenue, they too had part time jobs in the off season. Channels were 4, 5 & 9 were enough.. and whatever it was that froze on your TV screen at midnight ingrained "go to bed ya old coot."

BRB, gonna copy all this crap and paste it on the FB page Liberty Together We're Stronger page.

Love, Art Stinkletter 

Geez Louise...

(MUCH of the below taken from a 1994 article in the Washington Post.)

One of my favorite, all time, roles by an actor, actress - was Charles Durning as "The Governor" in The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas."  Fun, funny, damn talented.

Life, to me anyways, is all about "Wow, I didn't know that."

Durning was born in 1923 in Highland Falls, NY.  His father was an immigrant from Ireland who joined the Army in order to obtain citizenship - he did so, but, he also lost a leg in World War I and, his life, in 1935 when Durning was 12.  His mother was of Irish descent as well.

Charles was the only survivor of a Unit that landed on Omaha Beach, D Day, June 6, 1944.  During the invasion, Durning, age 17,  suffered serious machine gun wounds to his leg, and shrapnel wounds to his body. Later, he was stabbed eight times by a bayonet-wielding German teenager.  He managed to fight him off with a rock.

A few months after that, he was taken prisoner at the Battle of the Bulge, survived a massacre of other prisoners, then had to return to help identify the bodies. A bullet in the chest finally ended his wartime duty.

Durning endured four years of hospitalizations for his physical and psychological wounds. "I'd like to have a decade of my life back," he said. "I dropped into a void for almost a decade. It's your mind that's hard to heal. There are many horrifying secrets in the depths of our souls that we don't want anyone to know about.

70,000 men went ashore that day in Normandy, 15,000 of them to their death.  On the 50th anniversary of that day - Durning agreed to read a letter on a Discovery documentary that a 22 year old paratrooper had written,.  He choked up as he read, and he'd asked film makers in advance if he could 'face forward' so as not to see the videos of war showing behind him.

"We didn't get an actor, we got a Normandy veteran who happens to be an actor, and that was precisely what the film called for," said Chris Koch.

Durning and Chris Koch talked for several hours beforehand about Durning's experiences. "He said, 'You know, everybody who was there is in some state of denial. There are things I'll take to my grave.'"

In the course of his life, Durning appeared in over 200 movies, TV shows and plays.

 For his valor and the wounds he received during the war, Durning was awarded the Silver Star, Bronze Star, and three Purple Hearts. Additional awards included the Army Good Conduct Medal, the American Campaign Medal and the European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal with Arrowhead device and two bronze service stars, and, the World Ward II Medal. Victory .  His badges included the Combat Infantryman Badge, Expert Badge with Rifle Bar and Honorable Service Pin.  

He is buried in Arlington National Cemetary.

With all of the above, it was impossible for Charles Durning to dance a little sidestep in his mind of the events.  Geez Louise, thank your Charles Durning, we are so lucky to live where we live, and be free like we are, thanks in large part to folks like yourself and so many, many others.

Vic Schultze 

Breaking news......

Good Morning, Happy Friday, July 27th here in good ole' Liberty, Missouri - from the home of WCEL News (Whatever Check Engine Light)...

Breaking news!   78 year old Agnes, on her way to watch her grandkids for a few hours - had a blow out on I-35.  Mark, a 32 year old package handler for Amazon, had allowed enough time in advance of work in case HE had a flat tire.......... stopped, changed Agnes's tire.. it was skeery, left front tire, on the shoulder, right next to buzzing 70mph traffic.  Changed, done, all happy, Agnes elated, Mark, enriched himself.

In sports.... The 10 and under Titans battled the Smashers in the Championship final... Amazing fielding plays, some bombs on offense, and pro-like pitching from several. Smashers prevailed 11-9, both teams lined up after, high-fived the other team - and, swung by where the umps were standing to relate, "Nice job Blue."  After, in the parking lot - moms from both teams had arranged for a fire pit........ hot dogs, chips, pop... dads parked a motor home, taped a big ole sheet to it... brought a projector - all the kids (and siblings, folks, grands) gathered, watched Sandlot.  Before departing for the night, they all licked their lips after downing some s'mores.

In Entertainment, "Four Men, Three Guitars and Some Drums" performed a concert a the City Park, donation requested, benefiting the Smith family who'd recently lost everything they owned in a house fire.  The music had folks dancin', groovin', singin' and dipping into their pockets, purses... filling up the donation jug TWELVE times... by the enda the night, the Smith's were brought to happy tears, memories made for all, to last years and years and years.

In Weather - it's a 'Weather Impact' day......  That's when it's perfect..as in a high of 77, no humidity.. slight Southerly breeze... entitled "Impact Day" so you, your family, can set out to do things with your family, and or others, to impact your lives positively. Have some fun of your choosing, kayak on the lake, family bike ride, grab your pic-a-nic basket - blanket and or lawn chairs down by the river.... grab your cooler, buy some dry ice - six boxes of sugar free popsicles - and disperse them at the three area nursing homes.

Reporter Jimmy Justoutta Broadcasting School has the WCEL van and he's out looking for 'Do Gooders'...   thus far he found the Melendez family, as they snatched up five 99 cent ice cream cones at Mickey D's, then, paid for the food for the folks in the 2008 Toyota in line behind them....  he caught wind that Max, in spite of losing the championship to the Smashers last night - had his parents drive him and his Briggs and Stratton across town to mow Aunt Sally's yard (for free).  Reporter Jimmy stood in line at a lemonade stand in Westboro, caught former City councilman Sam handing the young entrepreneur a twenty and mumbling "keep the change ma'am." 

In Government News, Fire Station 2 hosted neighborhood kids, handed out cookies and plastic fireman helmets, let 'em sound the siren, ring the bell, then... pet Tucker, the resident Dalmatian.

And now a word from Susie, Department of Psychology, William Jewell College.  "As we travel down the road of life, it's potholes, surprises, listen and watch much negativity emanating from Social Media, airwaves, conversations we over hear - we must stop and remember all of the above.  Yes, 'BLT's happen (Bullies, Liars, Thieves) and they steal the headlines.  The vast majority of the fill-in-the-blank of life is yummy.  Moving, and in a good way."

Walter might say, "And that's the way it is."

We can't be overwhelmed by bad when there is sooo sooo much good.

Love, Henry Gibson and Victurd

Twist and shout......... (sorry, kinda.. not really)

Well, shake it up, baby, now (shake it up baby)

Ahm, that thingy of paprika has been in your cabinet since you were fitty.  Shake it up bebbe.  Way to the left and way to the right in the nooks of your closet - are outfits from when Archie and Meathead were  popular on TV  - shake it up baby - Savers, Goodwill, Salvation Army, wherever whatever, git ridda them.

Twist and shout (twist and shout)

It's icy out.  En route to car, we slip.  We catch our-self, but we slip. Damnit darnit. We twisted, now, shouting.  Prolly woulda been better off had we fallen all the way, broke'a hip - six weeks in bed, catered meals, heightened personal concern over little ole me. Instead, we slipped, twisted, caught ourself, SHOUTED.

Come on, come on, come, come on, baby, now (come on baby)

Hurry up Grandpa... WHO drives the speed limit anymore?  Scoot it over OG....  "MOM, grandpa just went pee ten minutes ago... we gotta pull over again?"....  2nd in line at QT, not a moment to spare to make it to work on time:  "Dad burnit, I wish Walter Brennan would pick out his 12 scratch off tickets some time other than rush hour, I'm gonna get fired."

Come on and work it on out (work it on out)

Work out.. Up from the EasyBoy to get another beer (Working on a 6 pack).... Laps, as in 7, from midnight to 4am, bed to pee, and back...  Work it on out:  Milk of Magnesia, prune juice, coffee, water.  Say, did you hear about the constipated mathematician?  He worked it out with a pencil.  Sorry, kinda, not really.  I'll erase it if you really want me to.

Well, work it on out, honey (work it on out)

Sweatin' to the Oldies.  Getting one's steps in looking for golf balls in the woods. Not tonight Mildred, I'm out of Mr. ED blue thingys... pulled a muscle.. slipped, twisted, shouted, cussed.... it ain't a Holiday, whatsup?.

You know you look so good (look so good)

You really really do. I knew when I met your momma fitty years ago, you'd still look good now.

You know you got me goin' now (got me goin')

Well.. i guess I kinda, sorta, did, feel a twitch.  We shall see bebbe... twitch and shout?  Are we toooo old to shout during you know?  What if my choppers fly out?  OH BABY you're gonna have to shout I ain't got'ma hearing aid in... and no worry on the choppers, they're in that glass on the nightstand.

Just like you knew you would (like I knew you would)

I admit to owning 49% of the stock you beautiful thing you.  Momma knows best.  Life ain't multiple choice, it's "Yes honey."  "OK honey."

VICTOR!  PLEASE DON'T HIT THAT PUBLISH BUTTON IN THE UPPER RIGHT HAND CORNER.

Oops.  Sorry.  

We old.  We ain't dead.

By Henry and Mildred Gibson

Love, Victurd

You are getting sleepy..... verrrrrrry sleepy........

Yes, yes I am, or do.  I've noticed, sometimes I actually fall asleep with phone in hand, or, hand on keyboard......... and............ 345rpiodfslgkep4otxxxxjsafpertlakajj happens.  You every wake up, see something similar and ask "What in the Wide Wide Worlds of Sports is that?" I once even dialed my eye doctor at 3:17am, sadly.. true.

Welcome to old. I kinda like old.

Oh sure, it'd be nice to have that red and blue outfit, cape of youth.... restore being "able to leap regular stairsteps in a single bound.

Now, I get sleepy around 8 or 9, I go lie down.  NO, I ain't talkin' PM, I'm talkin' AM. I remember getting sleepy at work that early- in fact, one day the phone rang - my boss.. "Were you sleeping?"  "No." Forgive me Father for I have sinned, I was.  "Someone walked by and said you were sleeping."

I am like............ B 4 REAL.  Whyintheheck, coworker, just tap me on the shoulder, say, "Hey Vic?"  Oh well.  I Pinocchio'ed my way thru it.

You are getting impatient......  verrrrrrry impatient.....

Yes, yes I am, or do.  Do you ever find yourself mid-post on Facebook... or in the first several minutes of a show after flipping the channel....  on Facebook you read comment after comment after comment, then, finally realize, whatinthehell am i doing here, I'm bored, time is precious, amscray, stage left.  Or same, as we attempt to wipe our fingerprints off on the remote control changing stations.

Situations.  Arguments.  Raised voices.  No thank you, I'm old.  I quickly realize whatinthehell am i doing here, I'm bothered, time is precious, amscray, stage left. I'm old. I think I'll take a nap, or, listen to Van Morrison...or, watch an hour of Tim Conway on Youtube.  It's MY time, I'm old.

But Victor..... you old people...... we watch, listen to..  as you limp, waddle... graduate to them smaller steps... make pirate noises when you get up, or, sitdown, laydown.  And then you smile.  YOU SMILE.  What gives?

Life.  Life gives.  When we limp, mebbe it's because we survived, passed the test, parking over 18 spots from the front door at Wally... made it in.. back out.. HAHA youngsters, we can do it too... so, we smile.

We go from Big Chief Tablets (that's Big Ole Steps in our younger days) to.. baby, smaller steps, because - mebbe there are lines painted on the floor (ha).. or twigs on the sidewalk.. or, frost/ice as the temps go from forty to thirty something, could be someone just cleaned the kitchen floor - slip and fall could mean a five hunnerd dolla Medicare deductible.  Or, two months in Golden Acres.  Huh uh. Baby steps. Then, smile once we get wherever.

Why smile Victor?  The hell is there to be happy about nowadays?

Well....... lots..... In 'our day', we tuned in, laughed at, Mr. Magoo.. watched Captain Kangaroo, Mr. Green Jeans... Bugs.. Barney and Fred... we had termites.. and they watched Bart and Homer..  Beavis and Butthead... sure, a little looser morally, but hey, it's the turn we, our nation took.  Modern day 'little feet' (grandkids) enjoy Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh who lives in a pineapple under the sea......Spongebob Squarepants...   Minions, Dora.. Bert and Ernie (still)..  and that Frozen lady.

What are you saying Victor?

Well....... leather, over time, gets all hardened.  Bananas, yuck, ain't long 'fore theyr'e black, limply wimpy...  Cars... they might start'ta rattle... the sheen wears off... the tires, here a bump, there a bump, everywhere a bump bump.   

THINGS, WE, AGE.  Sooooooooooooooooo, do we go hide under the covers?  Drown our sorrows?  Order another 90 day supply of that feel good medicine? (mebbe!)... but too... we saddle soap our boots, condition 'em...  we make banana bread... we get an oil change, alignment, tire rotation, tune up... buff and wax the car's paint surface.

Children learn... they ain't been all hardened, limpy wimpy... aint started rattlin', here a bump there a bump...  they laugh... have fun... go, go, go, like 60 (right Bonita?).. or, like a pin pricked balloon, zipping here, zapping there... before finally collapsing from hours of exhilaration.

We old folks do too.  No, we no longer move like Arthur Ashe or Billie Jean King usedta, rather, we rock steady (steady rockin' all night long).. lift the front end up so the tennis balls don't get stuck in the crack.  We use grab bars, anti-aging crap in jars, we have the Life360 app so our kiddos knows where we ares..... 

Like a bridge over a lifetime of troubled water, I will lay me down... take forty winks..  we bide our time, and enjoy it.  we guard our cereal so there ain't no one pissin' in our cornflakes.  Our shirt may be buttoned one button off.... the zipper like fitty percent down.. a pocket may be hangin' out... we occasionally forget whether it's SMTWTFS, but, tell me how my smile looks eh?

Shortly after that Big Chief, we learnt how ta tell time. We ain't forgot.  Now, we ain't talkin' big hand, little hand... AM/PM...  digital crap...  we're talking Golden time.  We hurry up and waited for this fo'ever and 'eer.

We done took that job and shoved it..... OH.. HELLO BANK BALANCE THE THIRD WEDNESDAY OF THE MONTH..   THANKS!

Daytime, nighttime, bedtime, anytime, everytime, presenttime, timeofday...  all the dayum... any dayum.. .whateva' time it is.....we're happy to be here... so... we smile, enjoy.. use our flyswatter on yucky stuff.  Six comments in a on a Facebook post and uh oh, up pops 'ugly'.. nope, nada... I, we, ain't got time for a bad day.  Hasta la vista baby.  Are you coming with me Snagglepuss?

I gotta go......  I may..... go lay on the floor and play a Roblox board game with youngin's.. or, mebbe learn 'em paper, rock, scissors... watch the pineapple under the sea show and xplain Lucy to the grands how Patrick can be so happy when he ain't got no hands or toes..... or perhaps... go to Wally and do like I usually do... all around the store until I finally see someone older'n me.  "Excuse me ma'am, what year did you graduate?!!"

Might take a drive to nowhere..  find a fun meme to send to the regular golf foursome.  Use my Mickey D app for a buy one get one breakfast sandwich. (It's what we old people do... thrift... pinch)..  

When the goin' gets rough........ take a nap.  See if you can fart on purpose.  Make fun 'teenage' faces in the mirror..  watch Vanna turn letters..... write a buddy a letter...  Youtube me some Ray Charles.....

I'm serious.......  we can't be so serious......  I'm positive, I think.

Enjoy your time......  I planta.....

Love, Victurd