Procrastination.........

Procrastination, procrastination

Is makin' me late
Is keepin' me waitin'

I ain't good at much, BUT, I'm very accomplished in procrastination.  House needs cleaning?  I AGREE, thrift store then grocery store it is!

So, me with my wanna be psychologist, possessing a lifetime of C+/M+ work, decided to go in attempt to find out more about procrastination, including, why me?

I'll Google it tomorrow.  I'm headed to play golf now.  Golf is a 'drather'.  I'd rather do that.  I suck at it, but, I have fun, enjoy the comeraderie, wish I was as good as my buddies - but, since I work at the golf course, I get free tokens to the range machine to get practice balls to work on my game.  I'll do that.  Soon.  Someday.  Mebbe next year.  It's hot out.

Google, or, AI... in my life and times of procrastination, it seems mebbe AI has 'Dave Wottle'ed' (he's a famous runner who waited at the back of the pack, procrastation mebbe, then, bootscooted the final however far it was, sprinted back into the lead, won, last second)   AI has 'Dave Wottle'ed' Google.  It's a shame. I'd heard that Google, in their Cali office, has a Happy Hour for employees.  I can go for that, oh oh oh.  "I'll be back soon boss.  Promise."

Victor, are you as bad as Henry Melville was?  Ahm, ain't he the guy that wrote Moby Dick?  Ahoy mate, one in the same.  How was he 'so bad'.  Well..... One report shows, during the writing of Moby Dick... temptations could easily pull him away from his book, desk.......so... he had his wife chain him to his desk.  Nuh uh.   Uh huh, it's what AI said, AI ain't got no conscience to worry about, why would AI lie?

I'm going to fix some scrambled eggs, mix some ham in, shredded cheese on top, zap it for 45 seconds or so in the microwave, brb.

VICTOR!   Git yer butt back here and finish this blog!  Anyways, mom and dad always told me (VICTOR, we've heard this one 12 times before when you didn't procrastinate in telling us).. ahm, mom and dad always said "Finish everything you start, except sex."  Damnit darnit, ok.

You can Google or AI or whatever, there are some famous procrastinators..... Hearda Mozart?  That name ring a bell... or a violin.. or a piano.  Yes Victor, we've all heard of Mozart, whadabout him?  He composed the overture for one of his best-known works, the opera Don Giovanni, the night before it premiered.  Nuh uh.  Uh huh.

Of course, Bart Simpson.  Victor, not a good one to emulate........

Victor?     Yeah, hang on, the eggs got another 45 seconds in the microwave.  I give up. NO, DON'T.  I'll finish the damn blog. Promise.  WHEN?  I no likey being pressed for answers, timelines, "you gotta by this time", huh uh.  I'm retired, there ain't many have to's, I'll get there when I get there.  Which, is all fancy for, I probably shoulda joined the Military right outta high school.  I've a lifetime of putting things off, I coulda used the discipline.

OK, so 'no Bart Simpson.'  I love me some Bart Simpson though, his "I'm Bart Simpson whothehell are you?" is onea my favorite lines I borrow.  Love Homer too.  "THE BOY DID IT!"  Victor, get back to your damn blog. I heard the microwave ding, your damn eggs are done.

That Harry Potter lady.  Victor, you mean J.K. Rowling?  YES, her.  She goofs off (procrastinates) on Twitter, or whateverinthehell it's called... she responded to a tweet “How are you doing?”   Rowling: “I’m well, thank you. Fighting with a tricky chapter and procrastinating by making tea and looking at Twitter. How are you?”

And then...... then she responded to a Tweet that "social media is the root of all procrastinating" with “Along with books bought for research that are too interesting to put down, 24 hour news and, of course, Minecraft.”

I won't name every name, tell every story (I gotta eat my eggs whilst warm) but I can tell ya the list of 'famous procrastinators' includes Dalai Lama, da Vinci, Victor Hugo, Hamlet, Steve friggin' Jobs... howabout them apples?

Procrastination leads to increased stress, anxiety, and even physical health issues.  While everyone procrastinates sometimes, chronic procrastination can be a serious problem with far-reaching implications.

That reminds me.  Some folks, mebbe a month ago, were very very generous to me.  I bought a thank you card.  It was in the car for a little over a week.  "I gotta write that, mail it."  I finally brought it in.  It sat on my desk for another week.  My coffee cup accidentally knocked it off my desk.  "I'll pick it up tomorrow when I vacuum."

Stress, anxiety, worry set in.  Ongoing.  I finally picked it up.  I gotta write it.  Two weeks.  And whoop there it is, still on my desk.  Taking it to work with me today, will write - and mail as it has to go far-reaching to the State of Illinois, my procrastination had far-reaching implications.  I hate it.  It's me.  I'm sorry.

Hungry still.  Think I'll go to Burger King for one'a their $5 deals.  Hey, can I borrow 5 bucks?

I'll gladly pay you Tuesday for a Hamburger today.

Love,. Wimpy

A little bundle.......

Are you a softy like me?

Perhaps it's because long ago I was blessed with a couple of nieces.... I have an affinity for little girls and love them to pieces.

Each time I see a little girl,
of five, or six, or seven
I can't resist the joyous urge,
to smile and say
Thank Heaven for little girls,
For little girls,
get bigger everyday,
Thank Heaven for litte girls,
they grow up,
in the most delightful way,
those little eyes so helpless and appealing,
one day will flash,
and send you through the celing,
Thank Heaven for little girls,
thank heaven for them all,
no matter where,
no matter who,
without them what would,
little boys do.

They start out in that little burrito bundle thingy in the nursery.  Oh sure, they all look reasonably similar, boys too... but, little girls have a ribbon or a bow - they stand out... so, so, so.

Do. Not. Get. Me. Wrong.  I love me some little boys too.  No, I realize life doesn't begin at five, but...... with little boys, I know way more about how to deal with them when they're ready to wing that ball back to me...  stand up next to the batting tee.. smack that sucker into the neighbor's yard.....   but.......

Thank Heaven,
Thank Heaven,
Thank Heaven,
for little girls

those little eyes so helpless and appealing,
one day will flash,
and send you crashing through the ceiling, 

That, they do.

They become your buds.  For whatever reason, in a crowd of family, relatives, they meander on over and climb up on your lap.  Ya wanna stick your chest out and holler to the World, "LOOK!  SHE LOVES ME!"

With me...  my nieces, then, ultimately my two granddaughters learned....  "hey, he's gonna dote on me!"...  Thus, when they see your mug at the front door, they come'a runnin' like Pavlov's dogs.... fun, play time to be had......oh the games grandpa's (or uncles) play.. and then, when it eventually was time to go.. and that having to go didn't include fetching them up in your arms........ those Pavlov's dogs started a cryin' like you'd just clipped their nails, and... you were assuredly flying off to Tahiti  for a month or so.

Thank Heaven for little girls,
thanks heaven for them all,
no matter where,
no matter who,
without the what would
little boys do.

Games.  Spins for ice cream.  Trip after trip to parks, hoping to hear "WOW, this one is even cooler than that last one!"

The usual progression is....... smiles first. AH, ya GOT ME, I'll be there for life!  Then, butterfly kisses... and the best is when they come'a runnin' from across the room, arms held up in the air, "You bet I'll pick you up!"

Ya get that feeling........  that proud feeling...  (Uncle, or, grandpa is) More powerful than a locomotive, able to leap tall buidings in a single bound..... LOOK, up in his arms, It's a niece, or, a granddaughter!  He feels like Superman!

Thank heaven,
Thank heaven,
Thank heaven,
for little girls

And then, I'll never forget that day I was set to leave my grandkid's house... and, my eldest granddaughter DIDN'T cry.  Sinking feeling, but, don't get me wrong, knew it would happen, and still, it's a lifetime of best buds, you're special, yep!

What's that ya say?  My son, grandson, wanna play catch?  QUICK, grab the bat, and, that five gallon bucket with all the balls..........we're headed to the City Park! Say, did I ever tellya who my favorite player was growing up? (Yes dad/grandpa, 27 times).. I did?  Oh well, let's go, batter up!

Logic tells me, the best part of being an uncle, a father, a grandparent - is, you getta extend being a kid yourself for years to come.  I'm good with not growing up yet.

Thank heaven,
for little girls...........   and boys too!

Love, Victurd

Pong........ memories.........

If you've paid close attention here............... WHY?  JK, but TY.

My brain is, can be, skeery.

Atari conceived the idea of the game Pong.  It was, or is I guess, a simple black and 

white screen... two paddles (one on either end).. a little white 'ball' (was actually 

square shaped).  You, the player, controlled one'a the paddles, the machine the other... 

the object was to paddle the ball past the machine's paddle - thus, you scoring a point.

Dependent upon the speed, the game could go on, and on, and on, and on.  Kinda 

like kindergarten thru Senior year.....   First job thru 'take this job and shove it' I'm 

getting Social Security.

If memory serves...... (GOOD GOSH, look at that sentence...the older we get, the 

LESS memory serves, at least that's what I find.)...   If memory serves, the longer 

the game Pong went, THE FASTER THE DAYUM BALL WENT.... perhaps 

mimicking parts of Education (7th Grade?  WOO HOOO!  SIX, count 'em SIX 

different teachers!)....  16, "Hand over the keys Pops, I'll be home before Johnny 

Carson's monologue."

Or....... Work life, longevity.  As the Pong ball speeds up......DAMNIT, it's 

Monday ALREADY?

Memories
Light the corners of my mind
Misty watercolor memories
Of the way we were

So, yes Babs, my brain this morning bounced, from Topic to Topic.

Scattered pictures
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were

A first thought was Quilts.... and Buffets....  The Fabric of people we 

come across in life.  So so many different, similar, opposite, eccentric, 

shy, egocentric, incredibly smart, ones ya don't notice, some, ya can't 

help but notice for whatever reason.   Reminded me of The Gold Buffet 

in North Kansas City, MO.

The Gold Buffet, much like the diversity life conjures up, had over 80 

different foods for one to sample.  30,000 square feet, 2,000 seats, served a half a 

million people annually.  Holy guacamole that's a lotta people, food, 

chairs, tables.  Yes, and uh huh, even guacamole. In fact, they had a table 

just for snotnoses. You could sample before you decided to put it on your 

plate.  AND, if you completely cleaned your plate - ya got a Golden Ring.

Can it be that it was all so simple then
Or has time rewritten every line
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me - Would we? Could we?

Bab's song is presumably about a relationship - and sure, most folks have 

that, one of them.  Ahm, and, some ain't content with just one 'plate', they 

go back and get another, and another, and so forth.  While the Buffet 

opened in 1961 and you could get "2 plates, as much as you want, $2", 

life finds going thru plates, ER, MATES, to be a tad more expensive.

Memories
May be beautiful and yet
What's too painful to remember
We simply to choose to forget

Then, I thought about Great Great Grandfathers everywhere.  They're 

gone. What is preserved, remembered?  Sure, some are up to snuff on 

Ancestry, but I think more commonly most of us don't even know the 

names of those in that generation.  VICTOR?  WHAT'S YOUR POINT?

So it is the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember
The way we were

THAT, kinda.   Fer sure we have, and need, those serious moments - and those too are impactive, genuine.  Along the way though, fun happens, slips out. I, just like you, have my very, very special moments of fun, reflection.  BUT TOO, I have had friends come up and relate stories of things we did, places we went, what exactly happened (followed by their laughter) that I ain't got the foggiest recollection of.

So it is the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember
The way we were

But, I'm so thankful of their recollection - just as I am my own recollection.

Memories as a kid.......  chasing a certain gal around the playground in 2nd grade.  Moving to Liberty, no one talking to me really for about two weeks (can't blame 'em, ugly redheaded freckefaced kid) then, Leroy Peters finally coming up to me offering me a piece pf blue gum.  I don't think (hope I don't anyways) I will ever forget that.

Junior Sheriff's badge, age 8.  We hadta do something for the Community, don't remember, but dadgum I remember being so proud.  The Plaza Theater, eons ago, first smooch. Of course I remember, and I remember her. (Time is funny though.. .we are on opposite ends of the political spectrum, she unfriended me on Facebook! HA!)...  

I am lucky that the golf course I work at allows me to have a tournament annually.  It's a lot of good friends from that quilt of life..   school, work, little league, maybe even a bar stool buddy.  Ages vary from 20-something to 85.   A perty dayum nice buffet of folks.

VICTOR?  POINT?  PURPOSE TO THIS ALL?  GO AHEAD, PUT ON YOUR JOEL OLSTEEN OUTFIT AND ACT LIKE YOU DA DAYUM PREACHER.

HA, Not a chance. I guess the point is Great Great Grandfather.  No one remembers.  Can't dance, might as well have fun here eh?

So it is the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember
The way we were

Love, Victurd 

Pong........... memories........

If you've paid close attention here............... WHY?  JK, but TY.

My brain is, can be, skeery.

Atari conceived the idea of the game Pong.  It was, or is I guess, a simple black and white screen... two paddles (one on either end).. a little white 'ball' (was actually square shaped).  You, the player, controlled one'a the paddles, the machine the other... the object was to paddle the ball past the machine's paddle - thus, you scoring a point.

Dependent upon the speed, the game could go on, and on, and on, and on.  Kinda like kindergarten thru Senior year.....   First job thru 'take this job and shove it' I'm getting Social Security.

If memory serves...... (GOOD GOSH, look at that sentence...the older we get, the LESS memory serves, at least that's what I find.)...   If memory serves, the longer the game Pong went, THE FASTER THE DAYUM BALL WENT.... perhaps mimicking parts of Education (7th Grade?  WOO HOOO!  SIX, count 'em SIX different teachers!)....  16, "Hand over the keys Pops, I'll be home before Johnny Carson's monologue."

Or....... Work life, longevity.  As the Pong ball speeds up......DAMNIT, it's Monday ALREADY?

Memories
Light the corners of my mind
Misty watercolor memories
Of the way we were

So, yes Babs, my brain this morning bounced, from Topic to Topic.

Scattered pictures
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were

A first thought was Quilts.... and Buffets....  The Fabric of people we come across in life.  So so many different, similar, opposite, eccentric, shy, egocentric, incredibly smart, ones ya don't notice, some, ya can't help but notice for whatever reason.   Reminded me of The Gold Buffet in North Kansas City, MO.

The Gold Buffet, much like the diversity life conjures up, had over 80 different foods for one to sample.  30,000 square feet, served a half a million people annually.  Holy guacamole that's a lotta people, food, chairs, tables.  Yes, and uh huh, even guacamole. In fact, they had a table just for snotnoses. You could sample before you decided to put it on your plate.  AND, if you completely cleaned your plate - ya got a Golden Ring.

Can it be that it was all so simple then
Or has time rewritten every line
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me - Would we? Could we?

Bab's song is presumably about a relationship - and sure, most folks have that, one of them.  Ahm, and, some ain't content with just one 'plate', they go back and get another, and another, and so forth.  While the Buffet opened in 1961 and you could get "2 plates, as much as you want, $2", life finds going thru plates, ER, MATES, to be a tad more expensive.

Memories
May be beautiful and yet
What's too painful to remember
We simply to choose to forget

Then, I thought about Great Great Grandfathers everywhere.  They're gone. What is preserved, remembered?  Sure, some are up to snuff on Ancestry, but I think more commonly most of us don't even know the names of those in that generation.  VICTOR?  WHAT'S YOUR POINT?

So it is the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember
The way we were

THAT, kinda.   Fer sure we have, and need, those serious moments - and those too are impactive, genuine.  Along the way though, fun happens, slips out. I, just like you, have my very, very special moments of fun, reflection.  BUT TOO, I have had friends come up and relate stories of things we did, places we went, what exactly happened (followed by their laughter) that I ain't got the foggiest recollection of.

So it is the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember
The way we were

But, I'm so thankful of their recollection - just as I am my own recollection.

Memories as a kid.......  chasing a certain gal around the playground in 2nd grade.  Moving to Liberty, no one talking to me really for about two weeks (can't blame 'em, ugly redheaded freckefaced kid) then, Leroy Peters finally coming up to me offering me a piece pf blue gum.  I don't think (hope I don't anyways) I will ever forget that.

Junior Sheriff's badge, age 8.  We hadta do something for the Community, don't remember, but dadgum I remember being so proud.  The Plaza Theater, eons ago, first smooch. Of course I remember, and I remember her. (Time is funny though.. .we are on opposite ends of the political spectrum, she unfriended me! HA!)...  

I am lucky that the golf course I work at allows me to have a tournament annually.  It's a lot of good friends from that quilt of life..   school, work, little league, maybe even a bar stool buddy.  Ages vary from 20-something to 85.   A perty dayum nice buffet of folks.

VICTOR?  POINT?  PURPOSE TO THIS ALL?  GO AHEAD, PUT ON YOUR JOEL OLSTEEN OUTFIT AND ACT LIKE YOU DA DAYUM PREACHER.

HA, Not a chance. I guess the point is Great Great Grandfather.  No one remembers.  Can't dance, might as well have fun here eh?

So it is the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember
The way we were

Love, Victurd

If the World were flat........

And I was a real estate developer........

Or mebbe Mayor....   No, not Mayor.  Howabout President of Sertoma?  Yeah, that'd work.  'Cept I might rename it Sertomawa (Service to Mankind AND Womankind.).........

(Side note, which has not one damn thing to do with this blog, but... I liked.  Two older chaps were visiting... prolly McDonalds, I dunno, mebbe Trail's Inn or similar... one guy says "Were you aware Elks have sex six times a day?  Other old guy remarked "Damn, and I just joined the Knights of Columbus.")

I'm back.  Forget that story.  We're back to flat Earth... President of Sertomawa...  I would enlist good Samaritans..... (The HELL is that Victor?)   It's folks who act selflessly to benefit others, even if a total stranger......  and I'd equip 'em with shoulder pads, knee pads and elbow pads.

We'd call 'em "Sense-us takers"...  They'd go about the land...  They'd get free gas, donuts and coffee at QuikTrip...  and we'd have 'em weed out certain sorts.

Victor?  You JUDGING?  Whaddaya mean?

I'm so glad you asked.  Let's take tailgaters for example.  It ain't that we, the residents of Sertomawa are better'n em, its just there's a better place for 'em.  So, our Sense-us-takers find 'em, use their pads (shoulder, knee, elbow) to scoooch 'em over to the edge of Sertomawa, and push 'em off.

VICTOR!  You're killing them? Pushing them off into thin air?  Well, no, not really.  A bit below our flat planet of Sertomawa, there'd be another flat planet.  I'm the developer, so, I'm gonna entitle this land Don't-You-Know-Who-I-Am-ville.  Ya know, folks who cut in line during plane delays, demand "me first"... mebbe folks who kinda just think "I'm a tad better than you.." due to... much..    'I must demonstrate my superiority to feel more comfortable and to validate my self worth.'  'I'm entitled, you ain't.'

In the town of Don't-You-Know-Who-I-Am-ville there'd be streets....... Ego Avenue..    High Horse Way....   Attitude Alley...  Cockiness Causeway.....of course there'd be some high rises for these 'high risers'... The Loftiness Lofts..  Superiority Complex..  and for Senior Don't-You-Know-Who-I-Am folks, there'd be some ranchstyle Strut Huts.

Just below the planet Don't-You-Know-Who-I-Am-ville which is just below Sertomawa, there'd be a 'resort town' (kinda).. a big ole lake "Dirty Water", surrounded by jail-like homes for muggers and theives... and, swindlers, computer hackers..  able bodied folks that desire not to use those able bodies, instead, live off of others.  When our Sense-Us-Takers bump 'em over the edge, yes, there'll be a bigger, longer drop than those of Don't-You-Know-Who-I-Am, but, we'll equip em with floaties for their arms, land safely, then they can swim ashore from Dirty Water lake.

The streets are gonna be......Bilk Boulevard..   Double-crosser Crossroad....  Lazy Lane.....  Fox Freeway...   Rascal Road....  They are on their own for Infrastructure, Commerce, Public Safety, Trash Collection, yada.

Hey, we ain't named our own streets here in Sertomawa...  OK, thanks.   Charity Carriageway...  Pleasantness Parkway..     Tolerance Trafficway....  Understanding Avenue....

So Victor, you damn flatnose, biased, better than, uppity, judgmental idiot I don't believe you!

Eh, call me what you want. Just seems like it'd be a better World than the one we're wakin' up to today.  Say what you will........ I'm going to grab a bite.  Gotta urge for something flat.. Pizza..  Tortilla.. Waffle....  somethin.

Love, kindness, niceness, the Golden Rule, Sunshine, puppy breath, smiles, hugs, all that, make the World go round.  Or flat, 'pendin' on howya look at it.

By Earl Scruggs, Lester Flatt and Rascal Flatts.......

Love, President Victurd

If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life...........

Well, that's a tricky, individual, tough for some, impossible for some, seemingly cinchy for others.

My favorite customer service line.... "Are you on drugs?  You're always happy."

Sixty-three years ago things were a tad different...  Jimmy Soul, in his song "If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life" - replied with "Never make a pretty woman your wife, so for my point of view, get an ugly girl to marry you."   Wowzer, best left alone, to not comment.

I loved my boss when I was a kid.  He literally had a tough time reading or writing, entering our hours, adding them up -no reading into how he got there, who's fault, if anyone, was his incomplete education - but he was such a great teacher of "the right way to do thing/s."  Occasionally too, he would offer up a humorous idea on life......"Get you one (a partner) you don't haveta shake the sheets to find."  Again, we're talking the 60's...  around the time Buffalo Springfield told us "For What It's Worth."

The above two paragraph are both 'partner centered.'  I loved me some Logic class in college.  I think I even broke trend (C+ student) and got a B+ in the class.  Dr David was the prof, a gifted linguist, nice nice dude, and........ happy.  After going over something we kinda ascertained would be on the next test, or, was deemed "important in life, remember this" he'd turn, swivel his head left to right and offer "Dig?"

Logic, from the two previous paragraphs would suggest........ Partner = Happiness, or requisite of.

I ain't calling BS, but....... I ain't buying it.   VICTOR!  That reminds me of the jealous feller who didn't go for higher education berating someone who did.  Of, the assumption, someone with money automatically equates to snootiness, arrogance.

Forrest's mom would say "Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get." Or mebbe want.

We all (that's not a good start to a sentence if one is being logical, but)... we all are different in our likes.  Who, what, where, when, we like.

Sure, a lot of people equate happiness to absolutely having a relationship.  I get it, er, Dig.  Maybe, maybe not there is jealousy involved when saying "I don't believe it's an absolute necessity."  Some choose alone.  Others, find themselves alone, desire not to be, yet, continue on the path of life, smiling, being nice, kind, ENJOYING.

People... people who need people.  Some ain't.  Some could live an entire life with earbuds in.  Then there's tweeners........ I like golf and maybe three people.

Happy is as happy does.

So Victor...... if you're so smart, and, if I were sitting in a logic class (blog) you taught, I would then gather "to have a good life you must be happy."??????

I kinda think so.  Things, any - things, having or not having, shouldn't stay in the way of happiness, the ability to attain it.

Like mosta the time, I'm not really sure what I'm trying to say... or why... but, I personally enjoy times of happiness.  Fer sure, it ain't possible 24/7, every single day, hour, second, phase, month, year, situation, flat tire, fork in the road ("Take it" says Yogi Berra).. 

If you'ns are like Forrest and Jenny "Me and Jenny was like peas and carrots"... or, ya feel like running (took Forrest 3 years, two months, 14 days and 16 hours before he figured it out.. or.. . "I'm pretty tired.. .I think I'll go home now."

"Always be able to look back and say, at least I didn't lead no humdrum life."  Forrest Gump.

Unless, of course, humdrum suits you.  Mebbe makes you happy.  Some are happy being the drink, not necessarily being the straw that stirs the drink.

It takes all kinds.  It takes a village.  Or not.  Homesteaders wanna be home instead.  Screw traffic, people, taxes, bills, hustle, bustle, do this don't do that can't you read the sign.

Give me your head with hair.  Logic say "Hair = Happy."  Eh, I dunno, Bezos, Bruce Willis, The Rock, Patrick Stewart, yada, may think otherwise.

"I don't know if we have a destiny, or, we're all just floating around accidental - like on a breeze.. but I think maybe, it's both.............. some people don't think miracles happen, well, they do...   Momma always said you've got to put the past behind you before you can move on....   You have to do the best with what God gave you......    What's normal anyways?....    What's my destiny momma?  You're gonna have to figure that one out for yourself. "  Forrest, and his momma.

That's all I have to say about that.

Don't worry.........  Be happy.

Dig?

Love, Victurd

TOURNEY TUESDAY!

 BRING: $30 CASH (Total to pay is $55.. $25 of which is payable to the course, cash or charge, then the $30 CASH goes toward prize fund and to Liberty Shop With A Cop

ALSO BRING: WATER!  Gonna be hot, course gives you one complimentary bottle, there is no water out on the course, additional bottles may be purchased for $1 per.  No outside alcohol permitted!

SHOTGUN START 9AM, plz arrive by 8:30am

2023 Champs:  Wepler and Wepler    2024 Champs:  Svetlecic/Kincade    2025 ????????

Will a ladies team finish in the money this year?     Stegall/Gibbs took 2nd both years, BUT, was two different Stegall/Gibb's..  who will win Family Feud this year, and, would Snuggy have anything to say about that?

Vic not playing, Tom Grimm has picked up Cary Wepler and paying him big time NIL money. In the mix?   If Rick doesn't "Moody" too many shots, can he and T Bird win bucks?  Any newcomers to be in the money?  Woolridge, Waters, Lowe, Kincaid, Pollard, Hall, Gourley, Grampp, Hensley... Bowles and Bowles - and, do the two latter know as much about golf as they do medicine?  (What's a Zizzer anyways?)

The Lund grudge match (Gary and Ron Drew... Greg and Mike Philpot)  Odds?  Anyone in the running in the BT/Jacques, Billy B/Smitty foursome?  Does Ford (Lee/Doug, Jerry/Bo <-- replacement from GM) have a better idea?  Did your name, team not get mentioned?  We're in Missouri, Show Me!

Ever have a vanilla phosphate at Beggs?  What drug store sold both TV tubes AND cinnamon oil?  How many drawers were there on the East Wall at Boggess Hardware?  You, you old fart, could you still make it up the steps to a JC Dance?  In 1961 how much was a Mugs Up root beer?

What city in Missouri was the very first Men's Collegiate Basketball game in?  What famous TV Game Show Host took ground school at WJC during WWII to learn to be a Navy Pilot?   Were you aware Carrie Nation lived within a literal stone's throw of where the Corner Bar is now?

Watermelon added to lunch this year (Hot Dog, Chips, Beans, Cookies)... Prizes, compliments of the Corner Bar (12 combined) closest to the pins and longest putts.  Trivia contest for each team to compete, winning team gets two complimentary 18 hole green/cart rounds (ie, one apiece) from Marimack.

FOURSOMES ARE NOT FINALIZED YET.  SEEYA TUESDAY!

Roger Svetlecic/Russ Kincade

Tim Haas/Stephen Hayward

Rich Gibbs/Vic Schultze

Jeff Gourley/Eric Grampp

David Gibbs/Justin Gibbs

Ryan Stegall/Jake Gibbs

Lee Schneiderven/Doug Jones

Bo McCauley/Jerry Hibbs

Denice Morrison/Al Stilfield

Larry Hall/Rick Wooldridge

Sandye Boyes/Shari Waters

Janet Maddox/Carol Lalumondier

Fieldon Houston/Tim Schoeller

Rick Lowe/Kevin Kincaid

Tommie Grimm/Cary Wepler

Gary Lund/Ron Drew

Bill Barnes/Steve Schmidt

Brian Thomas/Ted Jacques

Jim Cooper/Craig Davis

Barry Bowles/Dick Bowles 

Mark Pollard/Jesse Hall

Greg Lund/Mike Philpot

Mark Chambers/Chase Chambers

Rick Moody/Tom Riggs

David Gibbs/Justin Gibbs

Rich Gibbs/Ken Stegall

Ryan Stegall/Jake Gibbs

Lee Schneiderven/Doug Jones

Bo McCauley/Jerry Hibbs

Denice Morrison/Al Stilfield

Larry Hall/Rick Wooldridge

Sandye Boyes/Shari White

Janet Maddox/Carol Lalumondier

Fieldon Houston/Tim Schoeller

Rick Lowe/Kevin Kincaid

Tommie Grimm/Cary Wepler

Gary Lund/Ron Drew

Bill Barnes/Steve Schmidt

Brian Thomas/Ted Jacques

Jim Cooper/Craig Davis

Barry Bowles/Dick Bowles 

Mark Pollard/Jesse Hall

Greg Lund/Mike Philpot

Mark Chambers/Chase Chambers

Rick Moody/Tom Riggs

Roger Svetlecic/Russ Kincade

Jeff Gourley/Eric Grampp

Tim Haas/Stephen Hayward

Marty Hensley/partner

 

Greg....... any twosome on this list you'd like to team up with?

 

Roger Svetlecic/Russ Kincade

Greg Lund/Mike Philpot

Mark Pollard/Jesse Hall

Tim Haas/partner

Marty Hensley/partner

Jeff Gourley/partner

Test teams.....

David Gibbs/Justin Gibbs

Rich Gibbs/Ken Stegall

Ryan Stegall/Jake Gibbs

Lee Schneiderven/Doug Jones

Bo McCauley/Jerry Hibbs

Denice Morrison/Al Stilfield

Larry Hall/Rick Wooldridge

Sandye Boyes/Shari White

Janet Maddox/Carol Lalumondier

Fieldon Houston/Tim Schoeller

Rick Lowe/Kevin Kincaid

Tommie Grimm/Cary Wepler

Gary Lund/Ron Drew

Bill Barnes/Steve Schmidt

Brian Thomas/Ted Jacques

Jim Cooper/Craig Davis

Barry Bowles/Dick Bowles 

Mark Pollard/Jesse Hall

Greg Lund/Mike Philpot

Mark Chambers/Chase Chambers

Rick Moody/Tom Riggs

Roger Svetlecic/Russ Kincade

Jeff Gourley/Eric Grampp

Tim Haas/Stephen Hayward

Marty Hensley/partner

I'm pickin' up good vibrations

She's giving me the excitations (oom-bop-bop)
I'm pickin' up good vibrations (good vibrations, oom-bop-bop)
She's giving me the excitations (excitations, oom-bop-bop)
I'm pickin' up good vibrations (oom-bop-bop)
She's giving me the excitations (excitations, oom-bop-bop)
I'm pickin' up good vibrations (oom-bop-bop)
She's giving me the excitations (excitations)

Victor?  You in a relationship?  

YES, with life.

She's giving me the excitations (oom-bop-bop).......  SHE, is life.  Excitations is, happy. Smile.  Happy tears.  Observations of events, happenings, people mingling where delight seems to be a common theme.

(oom-bop-bop)

Side note:  This band....... three brothers, a cousin, and a buddy....... Wiki done tell me "Distinguished by their vocal harmonies, adolescent-oriented lyrics, and musical ingenuity, they are one of the most influential acts of the rock era."  This delights me.  Good vibrations.

A garage band.  That could be me and you eh?  Don't be an idiot, I couldn't carry a tune..  I could maybe write adolescent-oriented lyrics... yeah, the end of this song is.........

Na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na (bop, bop-bop-bop-bop, bop)
Do-do-do, do-do, do-do-do (bop, bop-bop-bop-bop, bop)
Do-do-do, do-do, do-do-do (bop, bop-bop-bop-bop, bop)

If life were a poker game, color me ALL IN on stupid lyrics....Ooga-Chaka Ooga-Ooga Ooga-Chaka Ooga-Ooga Ooga-Chaka Ooga-Ooga Ooga-Chaka Ooga-Ooga... VICTOR, that's a different song.  Nope, can't do.

Watch, bite - me.  I AM NOT A GREAT FAN OF (TOO MANY) RULES.  I usedta know a place that was actually fun to work at, then, started 4-5 LONG texts to all employees a day, reminding "Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign."

I'm ME, I like LIGHT (not stressy). I guess you could say I'm different.  (Boy you can say that again Victor)

Ok.  I'm ME, I like LIGHT (not stressy). I guess you could say I'm different.  Thanks.

Ya mean like "Tutti frutti, oh rootie.. A wop bop a loo bop a lop bam boom."  Uh huh, that's some good vibrations there.

I know most prefer conformity.  Hup two three four, march together please. Speak only when spoken to. Raise your hand if you have to use the restroom.  Any Horshack outbursts "OOH! OOH! OOH! MR. KOTT'I'ER!" will have you taken to the office, put in time out (padded room) for a week, given (forced) Ritalin... Oh, and teachers are advised not to smile until Christmas.

Tutti frutti, patooey.

Fun, as in have a bit.  The Crystals had fun waaaaaaaaaaay back in 1961 when they sang "I met him on a Monday and my heart stood still, Da doo ron-ron-ron, Da doo ron-ron, Somebody told me that his name was Bill, Da doo ron-ron-ron, Da doo ron-ron"

YES, I know we need rules.  Fences, so to speak.  (Ever seen a little doggie go go go when someone left the gate open?)  VICTOR!  OK, sorry.  "C'mere buddy, we'll go to the dogpark later... you can run, sniff, jump, chase tenny balls, frisbees - to your heart's content." I'm pickin' up good vibrations.

I know, I know there are some, ok, maybe quite a few - that think people like me, over-the-top-hey-lets-have-fun, are...... disgusting.  Sorry. I am 72. I'm damn lucky to have hair on my head. I'm gonna let it down, as one day, it will be "To everything, urn, urn, urn" there is a season, "urn, urn, urn" (a damn long one too).

I'll go now.  Grandkids for an ice cream cone?  Doggie with his head out the winder' a goin' 45mph?  Wayside Waifs having a $25 pet adoption sale all weekend? Can't you just seem them tails!  I'm pickin' up good vibrations.

Victor?  A point?  A purpose?  Meaning to all this?

Ahm, there gotta be one, that the rule?  I think, vely true, all work (rules) and no play make Jack a very grumpy old fart.  And OK, OK, all fun, and no work (rules) might be a tad bit over the top. I'll calm down.

Some.

My lymph system don't circulate my lymph fluid.  THE HELL VICTOR?  TEA? PRICE? CHINA?  I dunno, did he ever settle on a tariff amount for them?

What I meant was........ I've got this NIFTY new machine..... Ya plug it in, stand on it, or, sit in chair, put your feet on it.  And, it vibrates like crazy.

I'm pickin' up good vibrations.

Hope you do too...........

Love, Victurd

Golf Tourney One Week from Today! (Tuesday, July 22nd, 9am Shotgun)

Morning! 3rd Annual Liberty Townie Invitational!

Below is a list of players... (not necessarily foursome groupings)..  We've had one drop out due to physical health, thus, we're presentlly at 47 (which, is an awesome number.. we had 36 the first year, 42 last year.. and I don't think we're done grabbing folks for this year)...

REMINDER.......  Total cost $55. 

As you walk in, the counter is to the right... PAY YOUR $25 GREEN/CART fee here, can be cash OR card...

To the left, will be a table where personnel will collect $30, and IT'S GOTTA BE CASH. Twenty of it goes for prizes...  Ten of it goes for Liberty's Shop With A Cop program, for underprivileged youth, help with Christmas presents.. (We will raise this amount to Twenty next year, the Good Lord Willing)

So............ REMEMBER TO BRING $30 IN CASH.

I very much look forward to it.......... Thanks, Vic Schultze

David Gibbs/Justin Gibbs

Rich Gibbs/Ken Stegall

Ryan Stegall/Jake Gibbs

Lee Schneiderven/Doug Jones

Bo McCauley/Jerry Hibbs

Bill Barnes/Steve Schmidt

Brian Thomas/Ted Jacques

Tommie Grimm/Cary Wepler

Gary Lund/Ron Drew

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

Greg Lund/Mike Philpot

Rick Moody/Tom Riggs

Mark Pollard/Jesse Hall

Sandye Boyes/Shari White

Rick Lowe/Kevin Kincaid

Tim Haas/partner

Marty Hensley/partner

Jeff Gourley/partner

Follow the yellow brick road.......

Follow the yellow brick road
Follow the yellow brick road
Follow, follow, follow, follow
Follow the yellow brick road

Sometimes, roads, even yellow brick ones, have ruts in 'em.  Oft times, we get stuck in a rut.  Actions, in life, that follow.....  we try to shift gears, first D, then R, then D again, then R...... we 'race' our engines, the rut gets deeper, our faces get redder........ it sucks.  It really sucks.

Follow the yellow brick, follow the yellow brick
Follow the yellow brick road

Whilst we're in that rut, we perhaps take on the wants, needs, of Dorothy, and those walking along side her.  We may think, I usedta have a brain, what's wrong with me?  I've always had heart - I just ain't feeling it right now.  I wish I had the damn courage and want to, to change... and, speakin' of change, I could go for a new pair of shoes. 

You're off to see the Wizard
The wonderful Wizard of Oz
You'll find he is a whiz of a wiz if ever a wiz there was
If ever, oh ever a wiz there was, the Wizard of Oz is one because
Because, because, because, because, because
Because of the wonderful things he does

Ruts are real.  Victor, YOU are no psychiatrist, psychologist, this is where, RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW, you remind - see a professional if your depression is debilitating, your symptoms become persistent, interfere with your daily life, or, you have thoughts of self harm or suicide.  (Yes, blogs, even mine, can be serious. Life is serious.)

You're off to see the Wizard
The wonderful Wizard of Oz!

Life and ruts.  Stealing a bunch from a very nice article from verywellmind.com, we learn many of us get stuck in ruts.  We go thru the motions, tread water, be it work related, in y\our relationships, or, perhaps our social lives.  Ruts suck (that's my take, and perhaps verywell's too, without using that term.)

The hell is one to do?  Every day feels the same.... unmotivated... just trying to get through the day... ya/we want but fear discomfort.

Enter, shifting from D to R to D to R, spinning tires.  Rinse, repeat - here.

Very well then verywell, suggestions?

Thought you'd never ask....

Take care of yourself.......  take an assessment...  eating well?  Sleeping well?  Spending time with those you care about the most (and they in turn, care strongly about you)?

Change your RoUTine.  Find, talk to new people.  I hate braggers (HA) but, I think I just mentioned that one in a recent blog.  We can expand our friend list, and, learn new and interesting goodies.

Have some fun.  Set aside time for it, plan it, follow thru. Could be simply hanging with buddies - or, an activity you love and is good for your health.

Try something new.   Victor?  You mean like mebbe the red brick road?  Uh huh, take it to work some day. Checkout a new TV show or movie.. Sign up for a class, add some zest, spice it up.

Be spontaneous.   Live in the moment.  Say "yes" to new experiences, and don't be afraid to do the unexpected.

Head outdoors.  I soooooooooooooooooooooooo love this one.  Mebbe it's just me, outdoors makes me happy, giddy.  The colors, the animals, sunsets, sunrises, WATER, outdoors is yummy. Sure there are times when it ain't so yummy (too hot, cold, rainy, icy, yada).. still, seek NATURE.  The outdoors is a FREE, ever changing Art Gallery.

Designate something to look forward to.  The release of a new movie, an upcoming Holiday.. Text friends, plan a Friday night outing.  Take a vacay.  Or, a staycay (but plan fun within).. 

Small steps........ Reward yourself.......  Squash perfectionism..  

And by all means, gets ya a new damn pair of shoes.  Avoid creepy old men behind curtains.  Have a heart, use your brain, conjure up some courage. 

Victor, this was a really dumb blog idea.  Eh, I dunno.  If it helps one person, I consider it worthwhile.

Happy day,

Love, Victurd