Letters from Home … Today I will share with you something really special. I have been considering this for a long time. The month of February is almost complete, and I still have a lot of things I was going to do, left to do. That is nothing new with me. (more…)
February 20, 2015
February 18, 2015
Lately I have been having some problems with my feet. As I am a magnanimous sort, and love to share with the world, my insight and knowledge, as it is acquired, today I will share with you what I have discovered about this all engaging subject.
Last month I passed on a tip to all of you about wearing a stocking cap on your head, in order to retain heat while sleeping on those cold winter nights. This month I have one on cramps in the area of your feet. (more…)
February 16, 2015
Do you remember when the Milkman delivered milk to your front door, and you could sneak over to his truck and get a handful of chipped ice.
How about the Ice Cream man, he actually sold Ice Cream and not dope, like they do today. (more…)
February 15, 2015
This morning they are saying 3 folks won the Powerball and will split three ways. I didn’t know that Puerto Rico was playing, what is the deal, 175 million to 1 odds AND all of Puerto Rico too? I am throughly convinced there are always two winners on the lottery.
- The Federal Government.
- The State Government.
February 13, 2015
As the day of celebration inches closer, I am thinking of love, Valentine’s, issues of spring and memories of times long past. At one time or another, I was considered a pretty romantic devil and knew the words, the moves, the good decisions in life came freely to me. Now I am old gray dog, that just wants to sleep on the front porch and bark at the mailman once a day.
February 10, 2015
My back is cold and I am lying here on the paper, looking up at the ceiling, and I know I have been in this room before.
How? The tiles look very familiar, the Dr. walks in, “What is going on today Mr. Smith?”
I always like that, how they refer to me as “Mister Smith.” A sign of respect, honor, dignity, something I am totally unaccustomed to, believe me.
January 25, 2015
The Valentine’s post can wait.
Here it comes, are you ready?
Warning: Contains nothing, absolutely nothing of literary value. As most of you already know. My blog’s major thrust today shall be, complaining, guilt and regrets. I will try not to let good writing get in the way.
“You Remember When?” (more…)
January 24, 2015
Yesterday, weather was good, so we made a Bacon Run to China-World. Great deal of traffic on the Super Slab, the low prices on gasoline has started to show up as a plus for the consumer. They can actually afford to go somewhere now.
I saw this at China-World and thought it would be a good deal, so we bought a package and brought it home, I really cannot remember what the price of the item was. (more…)
December 4, 2014
Going to doctor today, this always has tendency to really _____ me off.
They ask ALL THE QUESTIONS and I say:
Have you any new prescriptions?
Nothing has changed since my last visit.
Your phone number?
Do you still live at this address?
Is your health insurance current?
Can you tell me who recommended Dr. ______ to you?
The ambulance driver.
I am now going to shove four feet of firehose up your Whahzoo
Let me know if you feel any discomfort
Going to doctor today, this always has tendency to really _____ me off.
February 27, 2013
As Charlie approached middle age, mid-life, he suddenly came to the eye-awakening conclusion that physically, he was a mess. Not only was he going bald, but years of sitting at the desk quoting insurance rates, eating at Denny’s, had given him a rather large pot belly.
When asked about his love life, Charlie would sigh and then sadly lament, “If it wasn’t for pick pockets, I wouldn’t have any love life at all.” Old Charlie was not having much success, no matter which approach he tried, the life of a lover was just not working out.
He appeared at his doctor’s office for his semi-annual physical, the doctor asked him, “Well, Old Timer, I see you are still kicking.” And Charlie replied, “Yeah, but I don’t seem to be stirring up much dust anymore.” While sitting in the doctor’s office Charlie had read his horoscope and it said that he needed to institute a change in his life.
Maybe this was the key he thought.
So he flipped the paper over to the Personals section. “Burned out lady, seeks the next getting to know you hour and one-half phone call, preceding over-priced restaurant dinner in which we both trot out our desperate stories and whatever rancid history we happen to have dragged along with us, knowing from the start that it’s a complete waste of time, because the only ones we would really be interested in don’t exist. Looking for SWM (Single White Male) 35-45, hair, eyes, wallet, etc.” No that won’t work he thought, so he browsed the ads some more. The next personal ad was almost as interesting. “Dolly Parton look alike, raving beauty in her mid thirties, seeks good man with beard or without. Family, not flings, interest me. Broke and hungry, but can cook. Bring food.” Charlie thought to himself, “Hmmmm, this could be her?”
Nowhere was the word “hefty or nice personality” and any other adjectives.
This one, he mused, sounded good. So he dutifully sat down and answered the ad. But things just did not work out for Old Charlie, even tho’ he desperately wanted them to. When he showed up at the appointed hour for the date, the lady who accepted his answer to the ad, just doubled over and laughed at him. “That does it! This is the final straw!”
Charlie shouted, “I am going to turn over a new leaf. I am going to become a totally NEW man.”
Old Charlie decided right there, that he was going to get a new look. Setting out to radically change his life, Old Charlie sat out upon his new task, his mission in life. Charlie began a totally new daily regime. He laid off the heavy salad dressing and went for the low-cal instead. He began setting his alarm clock and each morning, he danced through the living room on the “Early Morning Workout.”
He started carrying his briefcase with a new vigor. He began to lift weights and jog at the local gym.
Old Charlie had, it seemed, definitely put some new life in his step. Charlie cleaned out the closets of his life, no shelf was left unturned. “Out with the old and in with the new!” became the war cry of this Hun. No more quick bag of chips for breakfast, forget the candy bars (with the creamy caramel centers) after lunch, it was strictly the Granola Bar for Charlie, this was after all, “serious business.” This changing his life attitude that Charlie had developed from all outward appearances was working.
Old Charlie was determined that he was going to change, to have that NEW look. Not to be detoured, he decided he would go all the way. He went about his business one hundred and ten-percent (110%) he gave it his all. Taking out a second mortgage on his house, he got a new expensive hair transplant (not the cheapie model mind you, he got the Corvette of hair transplants), a pair of new corafam wing tip shoes, patent leather no less. A bright new red PT Cruiser with a CD player and tape deck. Rings, watch, enough gold to hang around his neck it looked like a Mr. T. starter set.
In the short span of six weeks, Old Charlie was a new man, or at least, he thought so. Again he answered the ad in the paper and asked the very same woman out for a date. Pleading his case like a seasoned trial lawyer, sounding like the Ben Matlock of the dating scene, he made his case. He said, “I have changed, you owe it to yourself, to inspect the NEW me.” The Perry Mason of charm had won his case, the lady agreed to meet with him. All of his hard work, his dedication, finally had paid off.
The day for the date arrived. For the first time in a very long time, Charlie was excited as he had never been excited before (kind of like that feeling you get when you get your first bicycle or something like that, right?) almost like a schoolboy facing his first prom. All polished and shining like a Jewel of the Nile, old Charlie stood there on the threshold of the lady’s house, all dressed up for the date. Decked out to the nines, looking better than he had ever looked in his entire life!
The NEW Charlie had arrived. He stood there on the steps of romance and wondered to himself, “If perhaps tonight, he might get lucky?”
Tonight is the night Old Charlie is going to give the lady a ring. “She will be sorry for laughing at me, I am a new man, from top to bottom. Things are going to be a lot different this time around.” As he stood there on the doorstep poised to ring the woman’s doorbell, a bolt of lightning struck him and knocked him off his feet.
As he lay there dying, he turned his eyes towards the heavens and asked, “Why? Why? I have busted my tail for this day, why now? After all I have been through, how could you do this to me?”
From up above, there came a rumbling and a deep, bold voice said ……… Oh, sorry Charlie, didn’t recognize you.” *
* Any resemblance to anyone living or dead named Charlie, is purely coincidental and should not be construed as an actual representation of fact.