Take two aspirin and virtual visit me in the morning.......

My boomerang won't come back.

There's a hole in my bucket, dear Liza dear Liza.

I've got an itchy, itchy rash.

And then, if you think about, try to think positively.........

Hands........ touchin' hands....  reaching out...  touching me touchin' you....

Sweet Caroline, (bahp bahp bahhh) Good times never seemed so good (SO GOOD SO GOOD SO GOOD.)

I've got a secret.......

(Horshack......) "OOOH!!! OOOH!! OOOH!!!, a nineteen fitties, sixties game show hosted by Garry Marshall...  Ahm, the panel... lemme see...  Bill Cullen... Henry Morgan... Faye Emerson... and Jayne Meadows.."

Horshack put your damn phone away, there ain't no cheatin' in this class.

My secret ain't no secret, thanks (HA) to fingers that hit the keyboard, blog, and tell too dayum much about life, feelings, yada.

I like to think.. (BOY do I like to think) life is really good (And, it is, and... I do think that.)

Butt (my butt is getting fat)...well, it is, butt that ain't where I was going, huh uh, ain't.....

But, negative thoughts creep in........sometimes it's like the annual stream of gnats that get in your house... or...  them Gosh Darn 'skeeters' that welt you up outside in the Summer.

There.......... ain't........ no............ way........ around......  em........

I........... think of ways I'd love to fix the World....... when the World is perty dayum good.   I think of something someone did or said that really bugged me... and rather than let it go... it's like them thoughts travel up into your noggin' in a pair of maracas, and they ShAkE rAtTlE and RoLl, again and again and again.  

Then, I think of that one dude, friend....... (he's so dadgum calm, ain't nuttin' that shakes him... don't he get maraca 'music' up there too?)...... or her, that one lady that you can't knock happy off her face if you wanted to. No mariachi bands for her?

HOW YOU ABLE TO DO DAT?

So......... I come here....... start to write about 'bitch and moan'... play me a game of "Ain't it awful"... and tell the story about boomerangs, bucket holes and itchy itchy rashes.

Truthfully....... I think we all have them moments (OK OK, not all'a ya, but most)..  but, am I the only one that mebbe has a cork in one ear to keep them suckers in?

That's why.......  I try to think'a happy junk to type. I do, I reawwy reawwy do.

Happy like........... little kids.  Innocent, having fun.... eyes wide open... fun. Exploring this, laughing at that, hugging her, him, that hound, their teacher, mom, dad, yada.

Or music....... Clapton's been running thru my brain.  I love, love, love, the rhythm, beat, melody to Promises, then, I pay closer attention to the lyrics...   I got a problem, can you relate

 I got a woman callin' love hate, We made a vow we'd always be friends, How could we know that promises end.

Aye chihuahua... build me up, buttercup.  Lemme be like you (the dude where nuttin' shakes him) or her (can't never wipe no smile off'a her face.)

I do............... oh baby....... I do think........ in general....... I wear a smile..... (or smirk, SEG, whadeva' ya wanna call it.)..... I DO very much love me some life....... people watching.. engaging with folks...  and I think I do (mosta the time) puttin' them negative Nelly thoughts in a smaller font....... La Cucaracha, maracas, GO AWAY.)

Victor, what else?  What else what?  What else do you think of to be, stay, promote, HAPPY?

Ahm, chocolate covered pecans.  Bobby Witt runnin' the bases...  a dog's tail...... a kitty's 'leave me the hell alone'....... THOSE.... those in my life I love love love, even ole' gf's who took the Snagglepuss, "Exit, stage left."

Humor. I think humor (or attempts at, I know, I know)..... help.  Like my ex SIL.  We call each other Outlaws now.  I don't want to discourage her though... that's why I tell her "You're still, in my top 150 favorite people." Hehe.

People are truly wonderful. i believe it, STRONGLY.  I love when folks ask "Howya doing?" AND, not just in passing.  I love when they ask that, and then, watch 'em listen intently to the answer... I too... TRY to do that to you, my friends, as well.  Care, concern = happy.

So Victor......... how are you doing?

I'm good, honest, and tyvm.  Them negative thoughts... thankfully, to put in.... ah, porcelain comparison, only happen as often as #2, and thankfullyl not as often as #1.  VICTOR, I MAY NEVER READ THIS BLOG AGAIN, THAT was disgusting.  Sorry, kinda sorta, not really.  Sometimes I like disgusting as much as white lies, fingers crossed behind the back.  Disgusting is better'n negative ain't it?

Googling 'howthehell do stop negative thoughts' brought me, 

Show gratitude.....I likes me some blog readers.

Focus on strengths..... Pew, strong... brb, going to hose off, brush chops, put some Mando on.

Embrace humor......... did you hear about the constipated mathematician?  He worked it out with a pencil.

Help others.  Ahm, I can try to put a smile on your face, but, if like, you're moving across town, call 2 Men and a Truck.

Enjoy the moment.  I do, I am, I planta. Hope you do too.

I'm ok now. I ain't taking two aspirin.  I might have a pina colada and put the lime in the coconut and drink it all up, but nope, cancel that $25 copay Mabel.

Negative thoughts....... grain of salt.  Reckon bat'ries wouldn't charge without negative posts.

Don't worry (too much), be happy,

Love, Victurd