It was a typo, I meant wrap.
Not, hopefully, a personal wrap, but, stuff all, some, most, maybe even none of us went thru. Things we might not know.. or, maybe forget.
The struggle is, can be, might be, fer sure can be - real. Combat veterans sleep interrupted by the sounds and sights of war. WE CANNOT IMAGINE YOUR STRUGGLE, and we are all so very, very thankful for your service, dedication - and, for, the Freedom in our Country you've provided on our behalf.
Happy happened in 2025. Marriages, births, starts. What better than programming where you are into your phone (or, mebbe with the help of ma/pa if you're a newborn), have a destination (or not) and then press that GPS START button for the first time.
The economics of the decade, coupled with the coupling of a couple - will hopefully help to pay fitty percent of the light bill, rent, mortgage, Piggly Wiggly bill, insurance, taxes, STOP VICTOR... you get the drift. That, and, I reckon it's especially nice to have conversation in the Sealy Posturepedic. (I need to tread carefully, because after yesterday's blog where I mentioned the happy lady donning her negligee (hubba hubba style) then greeting her honey when he entered the bedroom door as if he'd just returned from a six month military stay in Cambodia EVERY. SINGLE. (and married too) FEMALE. RAN. OFF. EXIT. STAGE. LEFT. RAISED. EYEBROWS. I. EVEN. FELT. SOME. VOODOO. PINS. IN. MY. SIDE. SORRY. KINDA. I. GUESS.
Then, IF your start, year, did include a mate on the mattress, mebbe it had to be sleep number - we all gots our differences. Hopefully, those coupled that ya gotta sleeper sofa just in case of LOUD snoring, 'I got Covid', 'I'm gonna read until 3am', "WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY MOTHER!", or even, "Hells bells, there's too many dogs, cats here, I can't breathe. heading to the sleeper." And then, there are smooches, that's always nice. (I DID NOT EXPOUND!)
And them there baby starts.... sometimes, WEEEE DOGGGIIEEESS, pew, ain't it your turn to change the diaper? Baby coos... smiles... HEY, he/she looked me in the eyes, I swear! Heartbeat heartbeat heartbeat. Harvey, the basketball you got him for Christmas was wonderful, but mebbe, let's let him start crawling first eh?
Victor... if you're gonna share the view from mom and dad's shoes regarding the little one... ain'tya gotta do so in lyrics? I thought you'd never ask, thanks..
When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, "What will I be?"
"Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?"
Here's what she said to me
I asked my mother, "What will I be?"
"Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?"
Here's what she said to me
Victor, that ain't a recap... that's wondering what life will be!
You mean.... you mean like... the WEATHER? The price of a pound'a ground beef at The Piggly? (And I don't mean the 20 pound hella long roll, I'm talking 16 ounces here boss).. Gas at Casey's.. The price of tea in (to/from) China? The Chiefs? DON'T GO THERE VICTOR.
Gotta, sometimes crap just happens. Honey, we (gotta flat, are outta gas, the power steering is really hard to steer, the temp gauge is just this side of Death Valley).. "Yeah but, you made that call to sign up for AAA last month didn'tya?" And again, this is where the sofa sleeper comes in handy.
UP's, girls night out...golf, just the fore of us.. wonderful, unplanned meetups with the neighbors on a beautiful Summer night in lawn chairs in the cul-de-sac. Birthday parties, mylar balloons, colds/flu/Covid passed on by "Now blow out the candles Louie! Cake and ice cream everyone eat up! Victor, that's a DOWN. Oh yeah, sorry. Downs happen too. Like:
Colds, flu, when you're sliding into home and your pants are full of foam, diarrhea.. wasps, spiders... Honey? Can you get ridda the mouse in the trap? Eww. Layoffs... I'm getting transferred to Boise? Hey, how do you get this rope back in the lawnmower? Did you read Victurd's blog today? Well don't. It was stupid, horrible even.
Our eyes hurt because of......... Candy Crush.. Size 10 type. The sun. Reels, hours and HOURS of reels. Facebook... A 10pm drive, "Agnes, line me up (grab the wheel) if ya needta, I can't see these damn white lines"..
In 2025 we ate bugs (uh huh, 1 to 2 pounds per Google), peed a bit before we got there (SPEAK FOR YOURSELF VICTOR).. on that one, I was. The car wouldn't start. Door dings. Itchy itchy rashes. We threw clothes away, took some to Goodwill, hit up Kohl's, and, bought some from the dead people's store.
We laughed. A lot. Thankfully. Over mostly stupid stuff, but too, a lotta really hilarious stuff. Movies, TV, steaming, Prime'ing, BFF's, around the table playing pitch, the back pew of the church shhhhhhhhh! And then, the next time we see that person that really made us laugh, it's almost as good as leftovers from the fridge!
We feel good. We have energy. We walk. We swim, ski, sled, DANCE regardless of who is watching (or is it irregardless? I always have to check with my cousin, the English teacher, that and affect/effect)..
We followed routines... We did something different. We seen new stuff. (Victor, it's 'we saw new stuff." Thanks teach!)..
Wiki, Google, hell, mighta been AI tells us, "While there is no exact scientific study counting yearly pet-directed words, people talk to their pets a lot, potentially thousands to tens of thousands.. Not me. "I'll be right back oochie coochie, I'm just going to the gas station."
Sometimes, that's a lot more that we do to the folks on Caller ID. Some'a them we rarely answer, some, the spam ones, we block.. yet others, we "It is SO GOOD (Right Neil Diamond) to see your name pop up here! I've wondered howintheheck you are! I'm gonna make a note NOW, that in 2026 I'll call YOU first!
We have a lot in common.
And we don't. I'm black. I'm Jewish. I'm single, divorced, married, widowed. I hate books. I've read over 200 so far this year. I drive a (Chevy, Ford, Benz, moped, Raz'r, geezer scooter.. DO NOT MAKE FUN OF ME.) Of course we all watch Channel 9.... or 4... or 5.. or Fox, or CNN.. I have cable, I stream, Analog for me, I ain't payin' nuttin'. I love (hate) sports. I can't wait to go to (I've never been within a mile of ) The Kauffman Center. Wanna go to the zoo? YES! NO!
Let's eat! Meat and potatoes for me! I'm a vegetarian. (Pleaose don't shoot me niece that's now in your 40's but I will never forget, and I ain't making fun, I LOVED IT, when you said "When I grow up I wanna be a vegetarian." Victor, you're mean! People were mean in 2025. Really nice too.
I need to run, which, should not be confused with the runs, or, not laughed at due to the fact I simply can't run any longer.... It's just one of the many things we did in 2025. Ran. Walked. Skipped. Hopped. Drove. Sat. Rode. Flew. Choo choo'ed. Hugged. Kissed. High fived, fist bumped, shook hands. We fell in and perhaps out of like with some folks. Some, we dug, loved even more.
Frank? Whadda you say? "When I was 17, it was a very good year."
It was a very good year. It sucked. Meh. Judging by recent pics, videos, I tend to disagree, but, I always enjoyed Joe Namath's "I can't wait until tomorrow 'cause I get better looking every day."
I'm guessing next year we'll love, hate, get sick, feel awesome, overeat, be hungry, worry, lay on the beach notta care in the world... just like last year... er, this year.
Happy Gnu year........ Victor? You ever seen a pic of a Gnu? They're HORNY! Oh crap, there go the women.
Eh to those still here, Happy New Year.
Love, Victurd
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