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 fallTell it all brothers and sistersTell it allHow much you're holding back on meWhen you say you're giving all?And in the dungeons of your mindWho you got chained to the wall?Tell it all brother, before we fallTell it all brothers and sistersTell 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 groundTo avoid life's mud and stone?Did you ever kick a good manWhen he was down, just to make yourself feel strong?Tell it all brother, before we fallTell it all brothers and sistersTell 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 lateNow is the timeTo get your jumbled mind straightAnd seek a new designDid you ever walk for a crippled manPretending you were lame?And what made you think one feeble hand to GodWas gonna make him call your name?Tell it all brother and sistersTell, Tell it allTell it all brother, before we fallTell it all brothers and sisters, tellTell it all brother, before we fallTell.. 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
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