It snowed today, came rushing in from the Southwest, most folks I assume were ready for it. Me? Kind of oblivious to tell you the truth, winter time is my “shut down mode” time of the year. My own personal silly season of life, completely self induced and for the most parts, drug free. Continue reading
Monthly Archives: February 2015
Friends With Benefits …
Ask Me About My Gerbils …
This morning I am reading about Rats and Gerbils, take your pick. (Say? Did you ever stop to think, “Rats & Gerbils … Democrats and Republicans” all this nasty stuff seems to come in pairs. Never noticed that before). Continue reading
The Posse
One of my fondest memories in life are trips to the movies when I was a kid. Me and a buddy, would talk Dad into driving us downtown to go to the movies on Saturday. Always asked my Dad, cause if you asked Mom, she always had the “don’t you let no nasty old man touch you in the bathroom” lecture, and that kind of embarrassed me to no end. That one, and the “my first bra in High school and the other girls ….”
I really hated that one. Continue reading
Barkin At The Mailman …
Winter time, “in order to stave off boredom you need to create a ritual in the morning, or the evening, where you have ten minutes of quiet time.” They told me that on the news tonight and it has to be true, ‘cause Bill Oreilly or Brian Williams did not say it. (You know that is kinda strange, I cannot spell Oreilly but haven’t a problem with Orally … Wonder if Facebook has a 13 question quiz for that?) Continue reading
Say Something Funny …
There are times when I miss Robin Williams. There also moments, that I can personally relate to the guy, even to some point feel his pain. Robin and I are kindred spirits in one sense.
The pressure to be “on all the time” to say or do something amusing. The uncontrollable desire to make someone laugh, being able to relate to the dark world of depression. The simple fact that it is not easy being a comedian or the class clown in life. Continue reading
Encore … Play it Again
All this week for some strange reason I have been obsessing with time. Which is a form of anxiety or worry I suppose you could say. Each day I swear to myself, “I am going to write a piece on time” but never seem to get to it for some reason. Continue reading