Seven days makes one weak........

Hunnerd percent aware ya didn't ask, but, as I sat (plopped) to write, I Googled "idioms about happiness."

Found:  On top of the World.... Tickled pink..  Like a dog with two tails (that'd be kinda hard for him/her to chase.)..  Happy Camper...  Grin from ear to ear..   Happy as Larry (I'd never heard that one, he musta sold an Alfa Romeo or Fiat, Lincoln, MITSUBISHI - I capitalized that 'cause it's fun to say, and, sounds happy especially if said real fast!), Maxda, VW, Huyundai, yada)...  Walking on air..  Happy as a pig in mud.. .. and, happy as a clam (and I understand it should be 'happy as a clam at high tide' because, then they ain't gonna be dug up by humans, ie, low tide.

Why?  I just like happy.  I'm in love with all things happy.  Happy friends, buddies, that, no matta', what you (or anyone) does to them, there ain't no knockin' the happy offa their face.  Yum. Thanks.  You know, like a Nancy or a Joyce FB post... or, when Randy takes the best dog in the whole dayum World out for a ten minute follow thru the woods on his four wheeler - Buddy, happy as a dog with two tails, leads Randy and thankfully he GoPro records to show us.

Stymie Halt Victor.  Your Title is "Seven days makes one weak."  That ain't got nuttin' to do with any'a that above.

Well, kinda does........

Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all brothers and sisters
Tell it all
How much you're holding back on me
When you say you're giving all?
And in the dungeons of your mind
Who you got chained to the wall?
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all brothers and sisters
Tell it ah-ah-aal

Confused again Victor. This ain't gonna be one'a them where we gotta open the comments, and click the first one to read the resta the story is it?

No.  In 7 days, I will be 73.

Well, strange you shout out to yourself a week early, but, ,Happpy Birthday I guess.

Did you plant your feet on higher ground
To avoid life's mud and stone?
Did you ever kick a good man
When he was down, just to make yourself feel strong?
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all brothers and sisters
Tell it ah-ah-aal

Band camp, maybe ten years ago.  I went online, took this "How long will I live?" questionaire test.  It hadya fill out personal health crap... the truth...  diet.. smoke? How much.?  Exercise? Drink? How much? Surgeries, illnesses, and, family health history. I did so, and accurately.

They said I'd die at age 72.  Hehe.  Seven days makes one weak, er, 73, or, mebbe keel, hell I dunno!

Tomorrow just might be too late
Now is the time
To get your jumbled mind straight
And seek a new design
Did you ever walk for a crippled man
Pretending you were lame?
And what made you think one feeble hand to God
Was gonna make him call your name?
Tell it all brother and sisters
Tell, Tell it all
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all brothers and sisters, tell
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell.. it.. all

OK, so, I guess I better tell.  Mr. Karstens, 7th Grade Science Teacher.  You still with us?  The science project on Electricity that you awarded me an S+ on?  My dad did it.  I didn't really even shake and bake help. He did it.  Sorry.

Mom?  Remember when I was 11 (I think).. you dropped me off with $5 at Antioch and I was supposedta buy my cousin Roger his Christmas present with it? I stole a bottle of Brut from Macys, then, I went to the basement Bowling Alley, bowled three games and had a soda and french fries. You could buy a lot with $5 back then.  Oh, and mom, TRUTH, I felt so bad about this, I never stole another thing the resta all these years, TRUTH!

That one time, it really wasn't a fart.  And in Mexico, we didn't fully stop at three Alto signs.

I am human, hear me blurt.  Sorry, fer sure didn't meanta hurt anyone, ever.

Yes, this is in jest. Mostly. Weirdly, I'd actually forgotten about that online test until this morning. The online health test is true, the age too - and, it should serve as a reminder to me (and whoever in whatever).. we should take care of ourselves, because there ain't no one else that's gonna.  Thus, we can't be helped if we don't help ourselves.  47 sure ain't gonna.  OH SHIT I'M SORRY, THAT SLIPPED!  Kinda.

Oh well.  Another quarter for the cuss jar.  I might have enough saved up for a dandy breakfast out.. .or..  mebbe some new cologne.

Old age is, kinda, limbo.  As my same age buddy Robert said, "Whyinthehell should I nuy one of those 25 year light bulbs?"...  We can worry ourselves to-the-end-point.... or, we can peek back up at the top of this blog where the idioms of happiness are.  Sure, tween now and then, bucket lists, telling those ya love, ya love 'em with frequency... but mainly, be happy here.

Thank you to those who exhibit happiness, it rubs off on us all.

 I'll be home for Christmas... but, I'm going somewhere warm in January.

By Henry Gibson

Love, Victurd

Fall.......... Fell......... Fallen...

This, that and not much about anything.

Fall officially, I guess, began on September 22nd... so some days back.

Not a hunnerd percent sure why it's in Oklahoma, but, the song about Kansas City reads:

Everything's up to date in Kansas City
They gone about as fer as they can go

Eh, I spose. True dat they've expanded the Streetcar routes.  I hear tell now, with the Government shutdown, and there bein' 67,000 Federal employees here, they're considering expanding it from Springfield to Des Moines.  Eh, why not?

Breaking news:

BAD SCARE yesterday at work.  The every weekday golf scramble of the Seniors... At the SAME table, I seen a Republican AND a Democrat seated.  I put my safety glasses on.  I stuffed up some cardboard from empty beer cartons under my tee shirt - in case I had to break up potential lethal blows.  Kept my finger on the '9' in case I needed to call the local PD for backup.  Stood, behind the counter. That oughta block haymakers, shrapnel, 4 irons, bazookas and the likes.  Drum roll.................................

They got along.  Even seen 'em shaking hands, not fists, when they departed.  Further, they's both smilin'.  No sense in relating this to any news service, they ain't got no use for good news like that.

Back to Fall.

The geese are gathered, horn'sa honkin', the leader is looking up GPS to Corpus Christi, soon, they'll 'V' )  Golfers everywhere around here will pull out their Pings, delight in having no geese tootsie rolls to have to navigate their putts thru at least till early Spring.  Honk honk.

Whilst Herbert is'a golfin' with his senior buddies, Hazel is at home grabbing the boxes filled with long sleeves, long pants, light jackets, yada, outta the basement, attic, crawl space, wherever. Herbert ain't off the hook, he'll have to bring in the cheapy lawn furniture, winterize the hot tub, sharpen the shovels, spades, etc once he gets home.... and find, place somewhere in the garage, for the ice melt, for, Winter fallows fall. Take THAT autocorrect.

All about the Midwest, communities gather for one last fling with nice weather - the Fall Festival. Ladies will sneer, side eye, and try not to get in fist fights with other ladies as they elbow their way in line at the Funnel Cake booth...  Gents, dads, try to impress by grabbin' the biggest, heaviest sledge hammer to put the largest dent in the 1986 Caprice the Boy Scouts bought for the sole purpose of demolition for fundraising.

Couples mostly get along.  Seasoned dads will offer "Here honey, lemme push that stroller uphill".. or, "I'll carry Junior, you go ahead and browse in the craft booth ya wanted to."  It's learned, best to have 49% of the stock. Hey that's still a lotta stock, and, much easier than tryin'ta sleep with one eye open.

Kids, barely outta snotnose age, holding hands with other kids traipsing up the street... their first gallivant in public as a couple. In fact they call 'em their 'special' other, cause, they don't learn how to spell significant until 9th grade. I think some'a the gals snuck out the door before dad saw 'em 'cause, well, their outfits didn't have a lotta material.

Kids in the Corn Maze, take forever and a day to make it thru... shrewd moms/dads ain't worried cause they armed 'em with those Life360 apps for their phones....   Uncle Herkimer, himself having been around corn and grains of another ilk - eventually weaves his way back home from  the maze of The Corner Bar.

Parents everywhere, count the days until the Goblins bring home plastic pumpkins fulla Snickers, Hersheys, Almond Joys, yada so they can have a sample or ten after the kids go to bed.

Local baseball nerds start countdown calendars for "____ days until Spring Training"...  wonder, which side'a State Line Frank's statue will wind up on... and sing "All I want for Christmas is a corner outfielder with pop"... 

Chiefs fans ride the rollercoaster of "It's Over" - "I think they're back on track"... why does everyone hate us, Taylor, Travis...

We're counting shopping days until Christmas... can't wait for Black Friday specials... and will soon Google when to start thawing Tom Turkey.  Saggers everywhere will switch to flannel.

All the leaves are brown (all the leaves are brown) and the sky is gray (and the sky is gray.)

Everything's up to date in Kansas City
They've gone about as fer as they can go
They got a big theatre they call a burlesque
For fifty cents you could see a dandy show!
One of the gals is fat and pink and pretty
As round above as she was round below
I could swear that she was padded from her shoulder to her heel
But then she started dancin' and her dancin' made me feel
That every single thing she had was absolutely real!
She went about as fer as she could go
Yes, Sir! She went about as fer as she could go!

I'm thinkin' Gene Nelson (the singer of the above in the musical Oklahoma back in 19fitty-five, had he had Life360, he mighta been at Hamburger Marys.

Life's a ride..  A hay ride.

Love, Victurd

Synonyms for plagiarism....

Copying. Piracy. Theft. Stealing. Poaching. Appropriation. Cribbing.

Fine print:  I do that. Steal. Why? Other people are way more funny than I. Not too mention creative. Hey, you.  Sue me. I ain't makin' a nickel here, and if I did, the way I piss money away (sorry, kinda) if you sued me, blood out of a turnip. Got that from Funk & Wagnall, the rest won't be notated.

Things I will never do a first time, or, again:

Stolen:  

Date men. (Me neither)

Branson, Missouri. There was just something…off about the place. It felt like everything there was just to the left of normal.

I asked a loved one her take, "maybe three things never again":   1) Get drunk.  2) Ride an elevator.  3) Buy a tampon ("YOU asked").

I will never again ask a loved on for their take.

I will never say “Yes please” when the waitress at The Olive Garden asks “soup or salad?” (I heard Super Salad?)

I will never meow at a dog again. Learned hard way.

My 4 year old niece and I were playing…and she throws the ball and somehow I failed to catch..and accidentally I blurted 'oh f*ck'…and….that's all I heard from her all day…

Go in a hot air balloon. We were told it would be an hour long ride max!. 4 hours later after passing landing field after field and almost hitting a skyscraper we have almost run out of gas and have to land in the middle of a busy city street while blocking traffic for 45 minutes . Everyone in the basket that day thought we would be up nerin the sky forever! It sucked....

Generic, prolly not funny:  Stay with a cheater.. Beg someone to stay. Overpack. Book  short layover. Crash diet. Mindless scrolling on social media. Be a people pleaser. Ignore a bad feeling. Miss a loved one's final years. Regret an unfulfilled life.  Not forgiving enough.

Feed my dog Puppuccinos at Starbucks. His farts in the car afterwards were death.

Victurd's list:  While driving, pick my nose or 'little finger' my ear (did anyone hear 'Simon Says?"eh, prolly just as well, running out of hiding places)...  Get married. Forward roll, backward roll (at least with intent). Drive 80 mph. Run, jump, hop. Date with intent of a relationship. Skydive. Cheer for KU. Eat seafood. Go up more than one flight of stairs. Tip less than 30%.  Ask, "why do women always announce when they are going to pee?"

Buy a new suit. Buy a new car.  Play softball. Buy expensive golf balls. Get all stressy at Mickey D's when in drive thru line, have ordered, clearly my turn and, the B* goes first.

As old age creeps in... never hold a firecracker in one hand, and, punk in the other.

Or, buy a tampon.

I would love your "I will never" examples, even, if one of them is admitting to fall asleep mid-blog.

Love, Victurd

The only two things in life that make it worth livin'

 

Is guitars that tune good and firm feelin' women
I don't need my name in the marquee lights
I got my song and I got you with me tonight
Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love

Chips Moman and Bobby Emmons wrote this song in 1977.

Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas
With Waylon and Willie and the boys
This successful life we're livin'
Got us feuding like the Hatfields and McCoys
Between Hank Williams' pain songs and
Newbury's train songs and "Blue Eyes Cryin' in the Rain"
Out in Luckenbach, Texas, ain't nobody feelin' no pain

Moman and Emmons approached one Waylon Jennings to see if he'd record it.  "How come you're asking me?".... "Because your name is in it."  At this time, neither the songwriters, or Waylon had ever been to Luckenbach... "I knew it was a hit song, even though I didn't like it... still don't." 

So baby, let's sell your diamond ring
Buy some boots and faded jeans and go away
This coat and tie is choking me
In your high society, you cry all day
We've been so busy keepin' up with the Jones
Four car garage and we're still building on
Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love

The town was originally called Grape Creek, Texas (Let's go to Grape Creek, Texas?  Just ain't got the same feel.)  Soon, renamed after one of the founders, Carl Albert Luckenbach.

Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas
With Waylon and Willie and the boys
This successful life we're livin' got us feudin'
Like the Hatfield and McCoys
Between Hank Williams' pain songs and
Newbury's train songs and "Blue Eyes Cryin' in the Rain"
Out in Luckenbach, Texas, ain't nobody feelin' no pain

Sounds as if the idea is to 'get away from it all'.. The town motto is "Everybody is somebody in Luckenbach."

Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas
Willie and Waylon and the boys
This successful life we're livin's got us feudin'
Like the Hatfield and McCoys
Between Hank Williams' pain songs
And Jerry Jeff's train songs and "Blue Eyes Cryin' in the Rain"

Out in Luckenback, Texas, there ain't nobody feelin' no pain.

The town sold to some ranchers in 1970 for $30,000. (Song recorded, released in 1977.) So, whadda ya think?  Was the population 1,500 and soared to 20,000?  20,000 and soared to fitty thousand?

While the song did bring Worldwide fame, floods of tourists, yada.... it's kept it's ghost town feel, Population 3.   Nuh uh?  Uh huh.  There are remnants of the post office (the Zip Code 78647 retired long ago), there's a working saloon, general store, and a new store where folks can buy top quality Western Clothing, of course with the Logo "Luckenbach, Texas" as well as the town's motto "Everybody is somebody in Luckenbach" and... other souvenir goodies.

Where the hell is it?  I ain't never been there.. you?  It's 50 miles North of San Antone... and 60 miles West of Austin.

I thought this might be a good idea for a blog. Sorry, don't seem like it is!  Waylon (his REAL, legal name is Wayland... born in TX, a preacher from Wayland Baptist College knocked on the Jennings household door to thank them for naming their child after Wayland Baptist College... Mom (Lorene, Church of Christ) thinking on her feet, "Nope, his first name is Waylon" and it stuck.

Waylon of course was in the supergroup The Highwaymen (he, Willie Nelson, Kris Kristofferson and Johnny Cash).... and, in spite of having some human flaws like all of us, he was 'Just a good ole boy, never meanin' no harm."

In fact, he wrote, recorded that for the TV show The Dukes of Hazzard as well as narrating the show.

Have a great week - we must mutually promise not to get our bowels in an uproar... and should we, let's go to Luckenbach, Texas.. maybe it's time to get back to the basics of love.

*I know you were dying to ask.  Neon lights were invented in 1910.

By Henry Wiki Gibson

Love, Victurd

Come on baby... Let's do the twist.......

Eh, like always, rabbit in a snowstorm infronta me, can't thinka nuthin' to write about.. hungry, too lazy to get up and fix nuttin.

Summer's here and the time is right... for dancing in the street...... All we need is music (sweet music).. there'll be music everywhere.. There'll be swingin', swayin' and records playing, And dancing in the street.

The baseball team is officially eliminated.  After three weeks, mebbe your/my NFL team is already basically eliminated too.

Now watch me whip (kill it)..  Watch me nae nae (okay)... Now watch me whip, whip, Watch me nae nae (watch me do it!)

My belly is'a killin' me... having trouble with elimination.

Everybody's doing a brand new dance now.. (Come on baby, do the Locomotion).. I know you'll get to like it if you give it a chance now..(Come on baby, do the Locomotion).

I cain't believe the cost'a groceries now.  Usedta get eleven, count em, eleven sacks at the Piggly Wiggly for a hunnerd bucks......... now it's six.....

Can you do it now? (Cool Jerk!)  Come on people...    Can you do it? Can you do it? Can you do it? Can you do it? Can you do it? Can you do it? Can you do it? (Cool Jerk!) Come on people.

Hey, get the list ready... ya just used your last scoop'a hair gel, the toothpaste tube has been rolled up into oblivion' for three days now (eew).. and, ya need dish soap, bar soap, coffee, ya got three rolls'a TP left.. oh, and btw, them undies you got on? One more clean pair in the dresser.

I keep on dancin', Keep on doin' the jerk right now, Shake it, shake it baby, Come on and show me how you work.....

Caller ID.. "Nope, not right now"..  Birthday tomorrow? Oh crap, brb, going to Amazon.. I cancelled Prime? I am such an idiot....

Give a little lovin' to your body, Macarena
'Cause your body's made to give it joy and good things
Give a little lovin' to your body, Macarena
Hey, Macarena (Ay!)
Give a little lovin' to your body, Macarena
'Cause your body's made to give it joy and good things
Give a little lovin' to your body, Macarena
Hey, Macarena (Ay!)

362 channels to watch and I can't find NUTTIN' I wanna....

You make me feel like dancin', I wanna dance the night away, You make me feel like dancin', Every night and every day, You make me feel like dancin'... 

QUICK!  TURN THE LIGHTS OFF!  Here comes the (HOA President, Jehovah's, boy tuggin' a push mower, dude runnin' for City Council, Trick-or-Treaters, two young men in shirt and ties, the landlord, Aunt Hazel, that guy you owe twenty to)...

He did the Mash... It was the Monster Mash.. It was a graveyard smash.. He did the Mash (it caught on in a flash).. He did the Mash, he did the Monster Mash.....

The electricity musta went out.. I'm late for work...  Ruh roh, on fumes... Willie Makeit.. . Drones, AI clones, broken escalators, teleprompters, I'm really good at this stuff... WHAT? That was the last cig?

Down on the corner, out in the street, Willy and Poor Boys are playin', Bring a nickel, tap your feet!

GOOD GOSH I GOTTA PEE!  I know, I'll just pull into this Mickey D's.. WHEW!  Reading the sign on the door next to the keypad.. "You code for entry into the restroom is at the bottom of your receipt." Damnit darnit!

Pee pee danced all the way to get a sausage biscuit, back to john, my code in hand... 

Dangit!  Do I have time to drive home, grab anudder pair'a shorts before the golfers get there?

Oh baby won't you save the last dance for me?  Oh you make the promise that you'll save the last dance for me.. Save the last dance, the very last dance, for me?

Only if you change your drawers, brush your chops, here, drink this prune juice, quit talking jibberish, especially since I'm a conservative, oh, and sport's teams lose, get over it.. 

VICTOR!  If you ever have doubts about 'should I blog or should I not', don't.  And, just an FYI, readers are tired of blogs about Dreams, like the long one above... my advice, ZIP IT, put on some Ray Charles...  dance like no one is watching.

Love, Victurd

How to watch the final 6 Royals games of the season.

(Turn left, go back to bed.. or, pee, then have breakfast if, ya ain't from KC, could care less, live in KC but, no likey Baseball Ray, yada.)

That (How to watch the final 6 Royals games of the season) was the question/answer posted by the KC Star this morning... and, of course, they supplied dates, times, TV Network, radio stations..

First thought, I'd put one hand up to my face.... spread my fingers to where I'd be able to peek out between the ring finger and the middle finger....like a kid at the movie theater uncertain as to whether it's a comedy - or, a horror flick. For instance, last Thursday, it was the Mariner Zombies sucking the life outta the hapless Royals two to nuttin.

The next night, it was 'one-liner' after anudder, kinda like a comedic event with the cast of Jim Carey, Bill Murray, Adam Sandler, Eddie Murphy, Steve Martin, Ben Stiller, Will Ferrell, Martin Lawrence all contributing in a 20-1 marination of the Mariners, all the while Kevin Hart puffing his DraftKings chest out saying "I toldya so!"

I can tellya, not ONE 70+ old geezer will make it thru an entire game as, they're on the West Coast and starting times resemble go-to-bed times, three of em at 8:38pm, two at 9:05pm and the last one Sunday starting an hour or so before the Chief's game.  Good luck Q, Salvy, Bobby... we'll see you in Surprise in February. (And yes, I'm aware, if we win all six games, and the three teams above us, lose all their games, we make the playoffs, but, let's be fer'real.)

 

Royals players' and coaches' wives will watch the games with one eye on boob tube, other, fast dialing travel agents for rates, flights, rooms to Bora Bora, Rome, Maui, Sanibel, Galapago Isles, Turks and Caicos, or mebbe even an RV trip to see dear old mom.

Royal's fans, diehard ones, will find a way to stay up and watch... and like anything on social network today, they'll run the gamut from 'Save Kauffman' to blast-it-to-smitherines whilst playing Petula Clark's 'Downtown.'  "We've GOT to get more pop from our corner outfielders."  Salvy for Mayor.  A "meh" season... with my buddy, head ticket taker Brad looking over my shoulder - I must stand up for the team.  We been here, here in Kansas City, for 57 years now.  Just two seasons ago we LOST 106 games. We were ten games over 5 hunnerd last year, and this year figures to be among the top 20 seasons in Royal's history. 

Season ticket holders will reenlist...  Tee shirts, hoodies, bobbleheads will be stowed away (some, may pull out a Frank Bobblehead and symbolically yank the spring from it on September 30, if ya know ya know.)

The Rotten Tomato folks might rate this season a "Certified Fresh" season, 75%+ rating on the Tomatometer (as opposed to 'Fresh'/60%+ or, Rotten/59% or less.)

John Sherman will watch, while counting beans.  He might dial up GM JJ Picollo, and the conversation might go like.........

"Hi JJ, whaddaya doing, I hope it includes finding us some corner outfield pop for 2026?"...  "Funny you should ask boss, I was just going thru the Halloween Costume catalog (it is almost October) and I found a Brett Veach costume I'm gonna buy."  "Wonderful, and I will say, you've done Brett Veachlike work this season. Go find 'em (the outfielders) then we'll take a look at how many beans we do have." 

Me thinks it was Tupac who said "Through every dark night, there's a bright day after that."  It's been wonderful to watch this late in the season, have interest in other team September scores whilst scanning the newspaper the next day.. Some really good youngsters..  Salvy (and The K, my take anyways) showing no signs of aging. Bobby is really Somebobby. Vinnie, Miguel, arms aplenty, cause for future hope.

Me? I'm done with baseball for the year.  Brad! WAIT!  I'm only done because everyone and their brother knows I can't watch a West Coast game...   Come the yawns at 7:30, I'll jump in the hay around 8.. as Hud says, "You got to go" to sleep - and I will.

Good Lord willing you/I will be here next year and they'll Surprise even better.

Love, Victurd

In hindsight........

Klinger, of all people... or mebbe, he, the writers of MASH, are attributed to the quote "Shave your butt and walk backwards."  (At least, that's what AI, Google, AOL, Yahoo, Merriam-Webster, CNN, FOX, Rona Barrett, Al Gore, National Enquirer, George Carlin, Snopes... them, all them, said.)

It is a suggestion, I guess, that one is so ugly mebbe it'd be better if they did that.  I prefer to think, mebbe Michael and his Moonwalk, Kris Kross and his bassackwards clothes and dyslexics of the land, have/had it right.

Hindsight.

As we face life........ yeah, I'm taking nose first, of course eyes, belly, toes, etc... we (speak for yourself Victor)..ok, I... allow frustration, anger, failures, discomfort, disappointments, all - to hop into the microwave of our being and snap, crackle, pop, soooo fast, to the point of - we can't think rationally, function, stop twitching, bitching, yada... ie, we get UPSET.

As we get over it.... past it...  and we peek out of our shaved buttocks, (when the smoke has cleared, eew) we realize, mebbe we overreacted. Tweren't that bad.  Hindsight.

Besides, "a fire about this high",  other things that burn our butt are, can be:  word hurts, belly aches (real and incited ones), sport's scores, bank balances/lack thereof, the forced smile on our face as we've just opened a Christmas/birthday, any kinda present and selfishly think, "really?".. (I know, selfish.. eh, deal wit it!).. mistreatment of others... "I SAID TOTS, NOT FRIES!", a salary review where your boss 'eloqently' praises you, then says "Our goal is to get ALL our employees up to industry standard... the problem is, you're already there."

We get over it.  We make it.  Brylcreem, a little dab'll doya.. Take two aspirin..   "honey I'm gonna put a little Mercurochrome on it, it'll sting for a sec, but then, you'll be ALL better." Kleenex.  Hugs. Laughter. Put the lime in the coconut and drink it all up.

But yeah... or mebbe, butt yeah, we get past it.

This ZIT just HAS TO BE about the size of Delaware.  If I pay the electric bill online, then, walk into the gas company and write a check, mebbe, just mebbe, my paycheck will be depositied before the gas folks cash it.

I REALLY cannot believe my friend just said that!  Were they teasing?  Did they (mean) mean it?  I'm gonna go ahead and go to bed, but first, after I lay down I'm gonna toss, turn, toss, turn s'more, go pee, turn the fan on me to cool off, cover up with the blankie 'cause I just can't get my body temp, disposition, dat position, right.

If ya walk it backwards... let it go... turn around... or, shave your butt and look back on it.  All the worry, turning, tossing, microwave belly churning - makes one exhale and laugh.  Or, baby slap yourself for being goofy.  Yourself telling yourself the dreaded, "I told you so."

Walking forward again... most of our lives we do do that... gotta see, don't wanna step on dog's tails (or their doo), a crack in the sidewalk, when traffic clears, down the yellow brick road........ we stop mebbe and ask................

As upset as we got.......are we alone?  Ya think Santa Claus..... Winnie the Pooh?... John Walton, Sr?...  Mr. Rogers... Billy Graham.. Jimmy Carter..  Spongebob himself....  you think they have them little moments in life?

You bet your bippy.  Henry Bippy too.  But(t) they all, move on, get over it... let it go, right, Elsa? Anna, Rocky Balboa, Bambi, Simba..  Hermione Granger...

As we look back, life, as it almost always always does, calms us down.

I was sad yesterday.  I was visiting with a young lady, around 20, and, I asked if one day she'd like to have kids.... she thought a moment, but only a very quick moment (which, to me, told me she'd had this conversation with herself before).. and answered, "I don't think so.. I'm not sure I'd like to bring a child into this World the way it is now...  maybe I'll reconsider when I'm 30 or so."

There is always going to be:  Bankruptcy. Divorce. Hatfield/McCoy. There's gonna be the "Oh hell no" places folks avoid, Hobby Lobby, Target, Bud Light, Chick-fil-A, yada.. the dreaded "Yankees, Cowboys, Dodgers, Chiefs"..  this side, that side... inside, outside........

And........... backside.  As in, hindsight.

Whether or not to have a child is absolutely a personal choice, and it's respected.

Age certainly helps teach "slow down, be careful"...  "I can't afford that"..  "Now, I try try try not to blurt.. still happens, but not with the frequency it usedta..."  how to smile a little more, huga lot more, throw the L word out often, comprende there's gonna be bumps in road no matter what we drive......  ie, hindsight done taught us.

Now it's time to say goodbye to all our company (er, you three blog readers you).  M-I-C... see ya real soon.. or not.. . K-E-Y...  Why?  Because we (I) like you....

Mebbe Klinger had it right......  once we see the things behind us... we've overcome, learnt from, prepared, ready for the moment: Ibuprofen, Rolaids, Brylcreem (cowlicks), Benadryl (itchy itchy rashes), mebbe a Chardonnay, cold beer, gummy, et al.

Objects in the mirror may be closer than they appear.

Would that be nearbuttsided or farbuttsided?

No matter, we'll be ok.  Hatfields, McCoys, Pubs, Dems, innies, outties, blood, inlaws, Cub fans, Cardinal fans, even KU, MU fans.  Perhaps there's a touch of irony in the fact that War sings "Why can't we be friends?"..  point being though, we can.

Looking back, life ain't bad.

drutciV, evoL