Ser de verdad

Ser de verdad (Be for real)

¿Debería quedarme o debería irme (Should I stay or should I go?)

Feliz navidad (Merry Chritmas)

Esa mierda (That crap)

And no, I don't think Christmas is crap.. a figure of speech so to speak. 

This morning as I read the paper, coffee-ed, made paths to/from john,  BE FOR REAL continually crossed my brain. 

I, personally,  think BE FOR REAL, is the end all/be all, Pat, I'd like to buy a vowel, phone a friend, PERFECT, entitled answer for us old farts.

In a World of multiple choice, there is:

A. Yes

B. No

C. (In keeping up with the times) I prefer not to answer

and...

D. BE FOR REAL (Ser de verdad)

Baby it's cold outside, wanna go to the grocery store?  Be for real.

Hey, that movie we've been wanting to watch is at our theater...starts at 9:50pm. Wanna?  AHM, BE FOR REAL.

Tell the kids we'll watch our grands all of next week, take em bowling, to the bounce palace, the zoo, come home, make cookies, blanket forts, monopoly, jinga, smores and other fun stuff?  Ser de verdad ('Are you crazy' might be a fair alternative but I don't know that one in Spanish.)

I don't know about you, and maybe this is being selfish (don't care), I lean toward 'I'll do what I want, when I want.' Look that one up in your funk y wagnall.

Me? I'm tired. 

Friends?  Loved ones? Bless them.

(A few years back) "For quite a few reasons, I'm  going to take in, raise our grandson." My ex, bless her, truly.

"Honey, even though we're 70-something and we've got two, beautiful, but perhaps energetic (rambunctious) Weimaraners, wanna get another?"

How did that old age multiple choice answer go?  Yes... No.. I prefer not to answer.. be for real. Bless them, they picked yes.

I had coffee with a gal a few years back. Very much enjoyed, I think, each. Then, I observed her. She goes, nonstop. If she ain't got her grandsons strapped in, headed for Union Station, Pomme, museums, fairs, trains, trampoline joints, anywhichwhere.... she's off by herself, hiking, exploring, around rattlers, gators, bears, even worse perhaps, creepy strangers ("not afraid, I carry")... I'm kinda glad she opted not to go out again with this afflicted idiot. I could just see, hear myself answering each outing offer with..."ahm, be for real, I'm a dinosaur, slow one at that."

That's about it today, sorry, kinda. The Spanish crap is because, while I've listened to the lyrics of the song "Should I stay or should I go?" a kajillion times, I didn't remember they repeated each line in Spanish. I'm so po' I can't afford to pay attention.

Bless those of you who have an ounce of spunk in your old self. Me and Motel 6 have elected, stay, be for real, we'll leave the light on.

Victor, after reading this nonsensical blog we kinda wish you'd selected 'I prefer not to answer.'

Bite me, in Spanish (muérdeme)

"The snow is accumulating,  roads are very slick. If you don't have to get out, please stay home!"  Now THAT, is a different story! Waffle House, here I come!

Love, Victurd