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September 6, 2012

Rollin Along

Filed under: Blogging,Life,Oklahoma,random — ldsrr91 @ 7:39 AM

Let’s all do something really stoooooopid today, let us all take a used soup can, tie piece of string on it, and then tell everyone we know how it is that we lost weight.  No good huh?  Thought so.

One of my favorite movies is “Pay It Forward” and any time it is on, I watch it.  If you have some spare time, locate a copy and check it out, you will not be disappointed.

Today’s offering is a story about the #13 bus.  This is the bus that I had to ride to the VA when I went in for treatments.  Parking is lousy at the VA downtown, so every now and then, I would opt for the #13 bus downtown which would deposit me at the main depot (9 miles and 45 minutes later), where I caught another bus to the VA.  It wasn’t the best solution to the problem, but it filled the need, it worked for me.

If you are riding a city bus these days, then you are definitely down close to the bottom rung of the food chain.  Buses in this part of the country are reserved for the socially economically deprived.  Low wage earners and for lack of better word, poor people are the main passengers.  Lot of crack heads, mentally unstable, homeless, they all ride the bus.  It is not advisable to wear jewelry or bling-bling when riding the bus and it is a definite trick to try and make yourself “unnoticeable” by most any means.  Just this week for instance, a young woman was stabbed too death on a municipal bus in Oklahoma City, riding the bus is not the best mode of transportation around here for sure.

Most folks, middle class folks, trying to save money on fuel will drive to the bus stop and park their cars and then load up on the bus.  Others they just sit at the bench and wait, occasionally looking down the road for the approach of old #13.  I would walk the three blocks up the street from my home, find the bench and wait for the next bus to come down the street.  I did not look forward to these trips and for most intents and purposes, did not enjoy several of them on different occasions (this is another story for another time).

There was an old man that rode the #13.  He was one of these people who always looked a little bit rumpled, worn around the edges, who dressed in wrinkled clothes and never seemed to comb his hair.  His face is tired, and is well etched with exhaustion and the dues he has paid over the years.  His life looks to be a lot different from mine or yours and he most always never has anything of value with him or carries any belongings.

The bus pulls up, the doors open, and he is there.  He just sort of appears out of thin air (you never find him sitting on the bench) at this one dusty road that is barely even considered a regular stop.  I often wondered where it was that he spent the night, especially on those cold Oklahoma memory makers.  Those nights when all he had to keep him warm were most likely a stack of old newspapers and his memories of better times.

One trip in particular I remember, he boarded the bus, took one of the side facing front seats and looked down at the 
floor.

  A few stops later a young woman boarded. She swipes her bus pass only to find the machine would not accept it. The driver told her she would have to deposit the correct fare.

“I just bought this card,” she said, “I paid the money.”

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The driver said she could take the card back to the sales office and explain the problem.  In the meantime she would have to pay the fare for that day.”  The woman became distressed and didn’t understand why she would have to pay the fare.  The rest of the bus passengers just watched wondering how the problem would be solved.

  Suddenly the old man, rose from his seat, dropped a 
jingle of coins into the fare box and sat back down, his eyes returning to the floor.  His act was so unobtrusive that the distressed passenger didn’t even realize what had happened.

“You’re good,” the bus driver said quietly, “he paid for you.”

The bus pulled away from the curb and headed downtown. A hush fell over the bus.

 The rest of the passengers sat there and had watched the woman’s discomfort, the old man had felt it.  Perhaps a few had wondered absently how the dilemma would be resolved.  He resolved it.

  Life is what happens to you when you are not paying attention.  You never know when you’ll be in the presence of greatness or of grace.

To the world my fellow passenger looked like a man in need of solutions.  I also had looked at him and saw only what he lacked.  By the time he stepped off the bus that morning, it was obvious that he was a richer man than the rest of us.

He had enough to open his eyes and see the need.
He had enough to open his heart to a stranger.
He had enough to give of what he had.
He had to trust life for the rest.

The strange part of all this, is I understand that he virtually disappeared.  I rode the bus several times after that, but he was never there, at that dusty spot in the road,  I don’t know what happened to him.  And I have never seen the act repeated or the need to arise again.  In some circles of thought, some people believe angels occasionally drop down and move among us.  Others will tell me that there are times in life that “you are tested and often unknowingly fail to pass the test” by a power that is higher than all.

All I know is that I have a new respect for the simple act of kindness.

These days, as some of you already know, I live in the country.   I no longer live in the city, and I do not have to ride the bus, so I have to substitute the experience with another.  I have to make due with what life presents me and then move with resolve.

Occasionally, I will observe an old couple in a beanery or restaurant enjoying their breakfast or lunch and I will discreetly pick up their tab for the meal.  Yesterday I did that very thing, just inquire about the old couple in this booth, ask for their ticket, pay it and leave.

I find this to be a nice pay it forward kind of thing.

When I am in town, and I see little kids setting up shop to sell lemonade on a hot summer day, I will often stop and purchase what they have to sell.  I could for instance, buy you a tank of gasoline to get you home.  It just helps to make this old world a little bit better for me, and it helps you out too.

It aint much but it keeps the bus rolling, it speeds us all along the way.

OOO

 

August 30, 2012

Long Live The Queen

Filed under: Life,random,Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 8:27 AM

Diamond Jubilee of Queen Elizabeth II (morph sequence)

A woman’s entire life in just under three minutes.

OOO

August 23, 2012

Dinosaur Land

Filed under: Blogging,Bus Life,Life,random — ldsrr91 @ 5:27 AM
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This morning I am thinking about Arizona for some reason.  I don’t know why.  I suppose it is because it is such a beautiful state and a wondrous place to visit.  Recalling a time, now long past, when we were there and life was good.

We are eastbound, just outside Holbrook, Arizona, and the wife notices this huge reptile looking thing, which seems to be running alongside the interstate.  After a little detective work we discover that it is a advertisement for a place called the “Dinosaur Monument.”  We find the exit and do our thing, slowly driving down the road, we note “truck parking” and then down the road, the main body of the place.

A small parking lot, a few cars, and a little guard shack off on the left.

I pull into the truck and trailer onto the lot, there is one tired old soldier sitting there, run of the mill Columbia Freightliner, all alone and by himself.  I pull up, make a slow leisurely circle and then slide up next to the Freightliner.  This is when I notice what appears to be a guard or a man, who seems frantic, running our way waving his arms in the air.  Shut the truck down, opened the door and stepped outside, and this guy runs up to me and matter of factually blurts out ….  “You cannot park there!”

So I look at him and I reply, “How you doin’ neighbor?” and again he repeats, “You cannot park there.”  The urgency is still in his voice, the lack of authority seems to be missing, but you can tell he is clearly upset about this entire thing.

I stretch a little, always good to stretch, to take advantage of the stop, and I say to him, “What is the problem here my friend, I do not understand?”  He then points at the behemoth I am parked next to, the old Freightliner, and says, “this lot is truck parking only sir.”  I look over at Cup Cake and I smile, she rolls her eyes, she knows what is coming next, she knows what is coming down, this is not her first rodeo.

“No problem pardoner, this is a truck and a trailer.”

He then starts gesturing with his hands and arms and making huge circles out of thin air.  Once again, clearly confused and very much not in control, he blurts it out ……… “It is a truck and trailer lot for big trucks” which a new or old Freightliner would surely fit the bill.  Unfortunately, my standard sized pickup and trailer also come under that heading, truck/trailer.

“I agree,” is what I answer up with and add, “and this, this is a truck and trailer parked in a truck lot.”

This time clearly with a sense of urgency in his voice for the second time he says:

“YOU CANNOT PARK THERE!”

I look at him and I say, “So in other words, you want me to drive this rig down there (and I point at the main body of the place, the small lot with a few cars) and you want me to park down there, is that right?” He smiles, he has won, the point has been made, “Yes!  Yes!” he says.  We both meet and agree on a mutual point and he seems dramatically relieved to have solved this monumental  problem.  Graciously, I acquiesce to his request and ask of him, “Can I ask one more question before we do this?” and he says, “Yeah sure, what is it?”

“I was just wondering.  When I get down there to that very small parking lot, it will be okay with you and those people down there when I take up five to six spaces in order to park my rig?  Is that okay?”  He seems temporarily knocked off balance and asks of me, “What are you talking about, I thought we had a agreement on all this.”

“We do, we do, no problem there” I replied, “We do.  We sure do not have a problem on that.  But this thing is 43 ft long, you cannot stand it on its head in order to park it, it won’t fit in ONE SPACE it needs five or six.”

Quickly doing the math required to make all this work, Mr. Security Guard decides that perhaps the best thing for BOTH of us would be to just let it set where it currently was residing.  He says, “Leave it right there where you have it, that will work.”

About that time a shiny little beamer (BMW) with New York tag pulls up, the window comes down and the guy in the driver’s seat asks, “Can you tell me how to get to Monument Valley, Arizona?”  So the security guard points at me and says, “Ask him.”

So briefly I poop the guy up.  I explain just how it is, that you get there.

“Go west on I-40 until you see a sign that says #89 north, Lake Powell.  That is your exit.  You drive north of Flagstaff and you will come to a fork in the road, one road heads north to the Lake Powell area and the other road bends to the east, it will say Kayantah or some other Indian name, heading east the road now turns into #166 at that point.  This will take your right into the main entrance of Monument Valley.”

The New York couple thanks me and then they head off west.  I look at the security guard and I say to him, “why didn’t you tell him how to get there, you live here.”  He shrugged his shoulders and then said, “Hell, you seem to know everything else I figured you knew that too.”

Next time I will tell you about the couple we met at the Painted Desert by paying their entrance fee for them (told the gate guard to pick up the guy behind me, who we did not know).  Turned out to be some pretty interesting people.

Life is short … Enjoy the Ride

OOO

August 13, 2012

Mellow Out

Filed under: Blogging,Oklahoma,random — ldsrr91 @ 6:29 AM
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“Keep this on the Q.T. until we can get it up and running?”

Chill Out Dude:  Hard to believe, but it is has taken me literally a lifetime to learn how to mellow out, to not let the little things in life get to me.  Now it should be understood that I am not entirely successful at this practice, but I do try and get it right on a daily basis. 

Some days I win and on some days I do not.

Angry men studies have found are three times more likely to develop heart disease and six times more likely to suffer a heart attack before age 55.  Now I am never going to see 55 again, and I sure do not want any or part of that, so I try and stay cool.  Feeling that you’re constantly at war with idiots and villains gets your body stuck in the fight or at least in fight gear mode, a lot goes on during this process.

All of the hormones and toxins are released which raise your blood pressure and eats away at your vitals.  I figure the absolute best revenge on all these people that steal my joy in life, is just to ignore them and find my happy place.  No matter how hard they try, they cannot take that away from me.

The happiest people it seems work for the government.  Hard to believe.  Public servants as they used to be called (we all know different now, don’t we?) found more happiness in life.  The least happy employees work in agriculture, mining, internet firms and the media.

Might be because “they don’t have to do anything all day long?”

Curious Minds Want To Know:  A Florida bar denied transgender customers discount drinks on Ladies Night.  A lady, who was born male, said she and three transgender friends were told by a bouncer at the Florida bar that they didn’t qualify or Ladies Night “because you’re dudes.”  The bar has since apologized vowing to be a premier nightlife destination for everyone.  Now I guess my basic question here would be, “if they were born male, then how did the bouncer know this, if they were indeed dressed like women?”

Stop Whining:  All these largely middle class people that want the 1% to cough up their riches ought to stop and consider something.  On a global scale, the world has a terrible inequity problem, that is a given.  But the self proclaimed 99% do not seem to understand that by global standards, they are considered rich.  The average American family makes about 50% more than the world’s poorest families, many who live on less than $1.25 per day.

So stop your bitchin’ you have it better than most.

Rising From The Dead:  BCM, Bus Conversions Magazine is coming back  This weekend I got an email from one of the editors of the now defunct Bus Conversion Magazine formally of MAK Publishing, soliciting material from me for a start up of the mag beginning in September.

Now this rag, earlier this year, walked away from all of its obligations to its readership, arbitrarily voided their subscriptions and stopped publishing.  They also did not respond to emails, telephone or any other inquiries or communications and shut everyone out.  Not a nice thing to do to people regardless of your situation.

Now they are wanting “free contributions of material” to get it back on its feet and going again.  I especially got a kick out of this:  “All of this needs to be kept on the down-low so we can surprise our subscribers in September.”

That last quote I found particularly amusing.

On the down-low is an expression used mainly by black males, who are married, and are sneaking out at night to engage in sex with other men (in all fairness I suppose it could mean to cover something of a clandestine nature).  Perhaps it would have been more appropriate to have said “Keep this on the Q.T. until we can get it up and running?”

Being as they have in the past taken submitted material from me and NOT paid for it, I have no use for them or their two-bit poorly conceived rag.  One thing BCM and its people need to learn is, “Never forget the hand that helps you up, and the boot that shows you to the door.”  Nothing forthcoming from here, and because it is Mickey-Mouse in nature, I cannot see it surviving in the future.  Some people get lost in the woods, and some people get found.  This poorly written, sub-standard magazine is doomed from the start, new leadership or not.

This mailed out media-dog aint gonna hunt.

So that are it for Monday boys & girls, the good, the bad, and the ugly.  Just remember that four out of five people between the age of 9 and 21 at least temporarily show some form of mental illness.  This would be depression, anxiety, obsessive-compulsive disorder, and of course, addictions.

Now look around the room.

If you haven’t learned to mellow out now, you should be thinking about it.

OOO

June 10, 2012

The Perfect Job

Filed under: Blogging,Life,Oklahoma,random,Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 5:18 PM

What would you imagine the “Perfect Job” to be?

For some reason that thought has been with me for a day or so.  I have been running that one around and around in my head for a couple of days now.  At one time, I actually believed that driving a truck would be the perfect job, not just driving it mind you, but being the owner operator of the truck. that to me, was going to be the perfect occupation.

That is before I knew of such matters as local small town sheriffs, speed traps, the D.O.T. and Federal Regulations.  Then one night, in a small town in New Mexico, a Friday Night, I looked down from the cab of my truck, and I saw two couples in a car, out on the town for the night.

The blonde in the backseat, dressed up to the nines, was making out with the guy next to her, the woman up front had her hand in his lap, from my advantageous viewpoint I silently wished I was one of those guys, didn’t matter to me if it was front seat or back seat, I just wanted to be in that car.

As I listened to the windshield wipers scraping the windshield and waited on the light to change, I thought to myself, “what in the world are you doing here?” … I thought to myself, “there has to be a better way to make a living.  That night, instead of turning off and heading up north on fifty-four, I drove right on by the junction, headed east into Oklahoma City, parked it in the yard, locked the door and walked away.  That was the end of my career as a Truck Driver and my idea of the Perfect Job.

So, what would be the perfect job? 

Anyone … Anyone?

Take a shot at it … we will be here to read your answer tomorrow.

OOO

May 26, 2012

Retrofit Post

Filed under: Blogging,Life,Oklahoma,random,Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 7:52 AM
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Kind of funny, how something written years ago (2008) can still be considered appropriate and right on the money.  Doing a little house cleaning this morning and stumbled up on this.

I Cannot Drive My Car

I asked a girl to go traveling with me

See the country in an SUV

Pulled into the station the sign was obscene

The pump was hooked up to a cash machine

I cannot afford to drive my car

$50 won’t get me far

baby you can push my car,

and maybe I’ll help you

beep-beep it aint cheap yeah

I had a friend said his Honda was good

Because they have batteries under the hood

Owning a Prius is all very cool

But I got a gas hog that guzzles the fuel

I can’t afford to drive my car

$50 won’t get me far

don’t know how to push that car

or maybe I’ll buy me a mule

beep-beep it aint cheap yeah

beep-beep it aint cheap yeah

beep-beep it aint cheap yeah

OOO

April 20, 2012

Life Is One Grand Adventure

Filed under: Blogging,Life,Oklahoma,random,Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 5:49 AM

Kind of nasty and cold this morning, a surprise, but then again, “this is Oklahoma” the extreme weather capitol of the world.  So I guess I will just sit inside, drink my coffee and savor those salacious Sandal’s commercials on tv and devote myself to whiling away another day … what’s up with you?

Having realized a long time ago, it doesn’t pay to complain about it, I have just learned to adjust and try and go with the flow.  Life is an adventure (or at least it should be) and we all get a shot, what we make of it is our biz.

A friend of mine related a story to me along those lines not long ago, so perhaps, this is the right time to share it with all of you?

He told me that he was out walking his dog with his son who is three.  He also mentioned that the dog, a six month old Golden Retriever was a little difficult on the end of the leash, so it’s sort of like trying to walk two toddlers at the same time.

Having at different times in my life, owned small puppies I know how difficult it can be to walk them.  On most days it is simple, “you just go where the puppy goes.”

But that is another story.

My friend told me that a couple of blocks down the street from his house is an old orchard. It’s unfortunately not really active anymore, but for one block down the street there is no sidewalk, only dirt.

As they were walking along he was saying to his son that they were going to have an adventure by walking on the dirt. The toddler thought that was great fun, of course.

So when they got past that dirt lot, and to the end of the street where it was time to turn back, the small lad hesitated a bit, and then he said he wanted to go on the “adventure” again.

If you are like me, you have to listen very carefully when a youngster talks to you.  My friend, said that when the boy said adventure, it sounded nothing like when he says it.  In fact at first he mentioned that he could barely tell what word he was trying to say.  That is the way it is in the beginning.  Over time, his son will sound like he’s been saying “adventure” all his life and it will sound “normal.”

Stepping out onto the front porch, nothing has changed.

The wind is straight out of the north, it has a bite to it, with veracity it tears at the corner of my eye.  I am not a happy camper, but as the sun slowly rises above the horizon, I know it is important to take my licks and face the day.  I know that over time, things will gradually come full circle and bring back to me, the joys of life, the adventure.

Just takes the wisdom of a kid, to show you the mysteries of life on some days, the words and feelings you are struggling to learn now will sound like your “normal” vocabulary and feel right, later on and will be easily understood by your audience.

No one ever achieved peace by avoiding life, it just doesn’t happen.

Have a great weekend.

OOO

The picture was lifted from FourBlueHills.com

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What folks have been reading at Creative Endeavors this past week:

Bikinis (The reason men are pigs)

The Worry Tree

Weather Guessers Game

Clear Blue Sky

Ramblings of a Retired Mind

A Moment In Time

Get It Right America … Something is Very Wrong.

Goin With The Flow

April 19, 2012

EMAIL OF THE WEEK: How the Internet Began

Filed under: Blogging,humor,Life,Oklahoma,random,Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 12:57 AM
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In ancient Israel, it came to pass that a trader by the name of Abraham Com did take unto himself a young wife by the name of Dot.  Dot Com was a comely woman, broad of shoulder and long of leg. Indeed, she was often called Amazon Dot Com.

And she said unto Abraham, her husband, “Why dos’t thou travel so far from town to town with thy goods when thou cans’t trade without ever leaving thy tent?”

And Abraham did look at her as though she were several saddle bags short of a camel load, but simply said, “How, dear?”

And Dot replied, “I will place drums in all the towns and drums in between to send messages saying what you have for sale, and they will reply telling you who hath the best price. And the sale can be made on the drums and delivery made by Uriah’s Pony Stable (UPS).  Abraham thought long and decided he would let Dot have her way with the drums. And the drums rang out and were an immediate success.

Abraham sold all the goods he had at the top price, without ever having to move from his tent. To prevent neighboring countries from overhearing what the drums were saying, Dot devised a system that only she and the drummers knew. It was known as Must Send Drum Over Sound (MSDOS), and she also developed a language to transmit ideas and pictures – Hebrew To The People (HTTP).

And the young men did take to Dot Com’s trading as doth the greedy horsefly take to camel dung. They were called Nomadic Ecclesiastical Rich Dominican Sybarites, or NERDS.  And lo, the land was so feverish with joy at the new riches and the deafening sound of drums that no one noticed that the real riches were going to that enterprising drum dealer, Brother William of Gates, who bought off every drum maker in the land.

And indeed did insist on drums to be made that would work only with Brother Gates’ drumheads and drumsticks.

And Dot did say, “Oh, Abraham, what we have started is being taken over by others.”  And Abraham looked out over the Bay of Ezekiel, or eBay as it came to be known. He said, “We need a name that reflects what we are.”

And Dot replied, “Young Ambitious Hebrew Owner Operators.” “YAHOO,” said Abraham. And because it was Dot’s idea, they named it YAHOO Dot Com.

Abraham’s cousin, Joshua, being the young Gregarious Energetic Educated Kid (GEEK) that he was, soon started using Dot’s drums to locate things around the countryside. It soon became known as God’s Own Official Guide to Locating Everything (GOOGLE).

And that’s how the Internet began. (Al Gore didn’t have a thing to do with it at all)

OOO

Kudo’s to Art our Nevada correspondent.

April 16, 2012

​Ramblings of a Retired Mind

Filed under: Blogging,humor,Life,Oklahoma,random,Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 7:16 AM
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Sitting here with my first cup of coffee for the day (one of many I suppose) and reading some of the blog posts from the weekend.  One thing about the Internet, it can often be entertaining and at the same time, informative.  This morning I am reading where Obama took a vacation to the Islands and it cost us $4 million, I sure hope he had a good time.  Last year it was Vail, Clorado, Martha’s Vineyard and a trip to Spain, all on the taxpayers tab, some $10 million.

We are thinking about taking a cruise on the South Canadian River in southern Oklahoma this summer, if the sandbars don’t get too bad.  It is all that we can afford.

But then again, we buy our OWN gasoline and FUEL and that makes a big difference.  All of a sudden, Ol Gee-Dubya (George W Bush) hosing around the old homestead in Crawford Texas with a chainsaw is looking better and better.

I read this morning that they have discovered a mushroom that eats plastic, now that is a trip.  You can read all about it here.   Now here is a fungus with attitude.  Scientists are always discovering new and interesting things, and it amazes me, some of the lengths they will go to doing this.  I read of a chemist in Minn. that had been working on a new chemical compound, and not knowing what it was capable of, he decided to brush his teeth with it.

And low and behold, his teeth got much, much whiter and brighter.

Everything was just swell, until he walked outside in the chilly Minnesota weather, and discovered that cold air, turned the chemical coal black.  Oh well, back to the drawing board.

Speaking of creative people and drawing boards.  I got this one over the weekend, you be the judge.  There is nothing more dangerous than a perverted tradesman/electrician with a pen, or an old guy with too much time on his hands ….

I will never look at a power outlet the same way again.

Are you aware of the fact that Denny’s puts eight (8) pieces of bacon on a BLT?  I found that out over the weekend, that is a lot of bacon.  It is sooooooo good, but so bad for you, one of those “everything I love to eat, is killing me” things.

One thing you can count on in America, good or bad, it will be marketed and given to you in one way, shape, form or manner.  You can now get a “Bacon Shake” at Burger King …. Have it your way.  And afterwords, when your arteries choke up and you win the lottery for high numbers on Cholesterol, you can get buried in your own bacon coffin.  I know, I know, you are sitting there chuckling and chortling to yourself, saying this dude is making all of this up.  Uh huh … sure, but you can read about it here.

Bacon Sundae’s and French Fries … Is this a Great Country or What?

Only on the Internet …. Nothing says Easter and the rejoicing of the risen savior than a hammer to the head.  Memphis police said an Easter egg hunt ended with a brawl between two families and a woman’s arrest for taking a hammer to a man’s head.  Read more:

Well, I see the old bottom of the page rolling up, and I have to make a trip to town for some materials (I am getting low on coffee and as it is a staple of life, a geriatric vitamin of sorts, it is time for resupply), guess I ought to close this out and get cracking.

One more post, locked down in the hard drive and I am through for the day.  I now leave you to your respective musings.  Think of me fondly, here on the old goat farm, trying my best to figure out all the wrinkles and crannies of the Internet age.

Pondering important hot button issues and the mysteries of life,  for example, how a status symbol of today is one of those new fangled cell phones that everyone has clipped onto their belt or purse. I can’t afford one. So, I’m wearing my garage door opener.  (I also made a cover for my hearing aid and now I have what they call blue teeth, I think.

If none of this has helped you out, I am truly sorry.  If you still need more drama in your life this Monday?  Good.  We got it.

Watch this. 

And by all means, try and remember this one impotent fact of the Internet and blogging ….. This what happens when you reach old age and have decided that old age is  “when you still have something on the ball, but you are just too tired to bounce it.”

I am headed to the kitchen for another cup of Joe … What else do I have to do on a Monday?  I don’t have $4 million to go to the Islands for some R&R.

OOO

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March 17, 2012

Fantasy And Reality

Filed under: Blogging,humor,Life,Oklahoma,random,Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 12:05 AM

The wife is mad again, she says I didn’t put the seat up.  I don’t understand this at all, there are TWO ADULT PEOPLE living here, why can’t one put it up and the other one PUT IT DOWN?  You would think after thirty some odd years of marriage, someone (hint-hint) would figure it out?

If you enter the men’s room in the Schiphol Airport located in Amsterdam , you will see a fly in the urinal.


Who says you can’t potty train a man? 

You want reality, well there it is folks.

Life goes on.

OOO

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