Be a major league baseball player... wait, nevermind.
Sing karaoke, but, not with the prompter, with the lyrics I remember hearing.
Never stop chasing women... in spite of forgetting "Then what" should I ever catch one.
See a contest to have THE BEST High School Marching Band play at halftime of the Super Bowl.
Have a button I can press on my phone to then verbally return a text message. Victor, they already have that. Oh.
Blink my eyes to change the channel like Samantha insteada sending out an APB as to where the remote is.
Talk back to the lady on GPS when I DON'T take the suggested road she offers. Victor, you already do that. Yeah but, I wanna talk back to her when she says "recalculating". Victor. You already do that too... don't you remember saying "Screw you lady" when you were taking your grandson home recently and she told you to "Make a U Turn on 8th Street"?
Go to the Piggly Wiggly, grab a one pound roll of ground beef, hand the lady a bill with Abe's pic on it, and have it be enough.
Stop coughing. Stop smoking.
Get ridda whoever this is that always invades my blogs. Stop writing then.
Get married again. Oh my.... well, I guess it's 5pm somewhere.
Turn the hands of time forward enough (NoTox) to where Cher looks old like the resta us.
See... a husband.. a Congressional Party member... and a Manager... in a room, and universally say, "You're right" even if just one time.
Have a school cinnamon roll for breakfast, an El Sombrero beef burrito for lunch and then for dinner, some ghetti from The Old Spaghetti Factory. Topped off by an ice cold beer and nachos from Twin Peaks Restaurant. They have food there?
Run, jump, hop, without a new knee, hip, sciatic nerve, trip, trip to ER.
Watch Stan The Man's infamous butt wiggle batting stance one more time whilst he laces a fastball into the leftfield gap.
If I make it to Heaven, years from now, I wanna see anuther Mahomes scramble, with Otis Taylor lifting one hand to make a "nuh uh, did you just see that?" catch/throw.
Find out "Mike's got what?"
Pet all my hounds. Again.
Call all my kitty cats by name again, and one by one get that "Be for real" look again from them.
Arrange, and hopefully win, a Geezer Scooter race at our 65th Class Reunion.
Find out if anyone ever (for real) did have Jenny's phone number........Jr's BR549's Area Code.... Forget Bob Hamilton's Area Code.. and, know the actual size glove OJ wore.
See an AI Hollywood Squares with Barney, Andy, Otis, Tim Conway, Red Skelton, George Carlin, John Candy, Richard Pryor, John Bulushi , Gilda Radner, Chris Farley and Don Rickles.
Take a walk on the wild side... you know, play golf on a course known for having gators.
Get a hole in one and have some one in addition to me and God, seeing it.
See Nurse Ratched smile. (See Chief dunk a basketball)
Skydive, awaken from my dream, then go have breakfast at whatever Hy-Vee is calling their restaurant this week.
See a cure for cancer, ALS, Alz, Parkinsons, much.
A home for everyone homeless.
See, live bipartisanship.
Live in a United States.
The inventor of pop-ups, not killed, but.. hung by his gonads just long enough for him to get to the point to promise, "OK, NEVER AGAIN!"
Write another blog. Hey, means another tomorrow.
Facetime a blog, just one time, to see who, if anyone, is out here.
I have a young friend who'm I'm extremely proud of... he's mentioned PTSD a time or two. He recently, by himself, took all 5 of his kids to Hawaii, by his lonesome. Excited to see him upon his return, "Hey, how was it?" "HORRIBLE". He did mention some behavior issues, but, name one coach that ain't had that with a basketball team eh? He did later relate some of the marvelous things he/they did. I said all that to get to this, I wanna be able to save (ie, continue to work)... I've got some of the money put away... to take my grands on their first plane ride... to their first time to see the ocean.... and, if needed, enough Xanax to get me through, as, kids will be kids. (I always remind kids, "Stop acting your age!")
That's about it... oh, and more Fritos, tangerines, pulled pork sannys, 300 burgers, a hand held at the movie theater, continued Everready Still Going 2002 Buick Century, and..................
Love in the air. Not mine. Ours.
Love, Victurd
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