Fishin' for ZooDuck 3 (Book) http://www.Writing.Com/main/books.php/item_id/1063038-Fishin-for-ZooDuck-3 Whoa. Noting the date on the last entry I made in here almost gave me a coronary. It brings me sharply back to Gram's injury, and how just a few short days later all of our lives starting changing. Things were changing partly because of the parade float accident, and partly because other things had been set in motion, or would be shortly thereafter. Thi...[Read Full Post] Wed, 24 Sep 2008 16:39:25 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/609114 Day after Thanksgiving : Still plugging along here. Zach is graduating from high school in the spring. He will turn 18 next week. He had surgery this summer for an umbilical hernia, and then another one two days ago for a Pilonidal cyst (actually two of them), at the base of his tailbone. Very painful, like sitting on a marble. Now, while recovering,...[Read Full Post] Fri, 23 Nov 2007 12:55:09 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/551093 I saw James Taylor singing the National Anthem during the major league baseball postseason this year, and after hearing that, I knew, that all was right with the world again. What an incredible job he did. Hope restored. Z Look for it on youtube. I don't know if it's there or not, but look for it, wouldja? ...[Read Full Post] Sat, 03 Nov 2007 22:14:15 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/546538 I had to oil the hinges on this rusty gate just now. Logging in, I almost couldn't even remember my passwerd. Or even how to spell that. I know it's been awhile. I can tell because I don't feel right sitting in my chair in front of this format. My butt not comfortable. It can tell that it's not in the Zenith chair back in the office, ...[Read Full Post] Mon, 09 Jul 2007 20:29:30 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/520201 Remember when things were easy? When you didn't have to try so damn hard to get your responsibilities taken care of? Those were the days alright.... I remember them. Little more than a pizza job and a creative spirit. That's all I needed. A few bucks and a beer. Pretty easy livin' back then. Now? Well it takes a llittle more beer. And ...[Read Full Post] Tue, 08 May 2007 22:00:27 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/507102 The frustrating thing about my being a musician with a discerning ear, is that my ability to reproduce what I hear inside my head is somewhat limited. I can hear it, but I can't always play it, or sing it to my own satisfaction. I think the same might be true for the other members of the "band". We hear what we want to do, but we are limi...[Read Full Post] Tue, 08 May 2007 21:52:55 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/507100 Stone Brick Like a leaf on a tree, short stem on a weather vane, baby, An old rock on the pile, crusty berm on the sandy beaches, I'm a drop in the ocean, blue fragment of all that's around you. I'm the razzle-dazzle, green neon thread on the back of your jacket. I'm a stone brick, in the miniscule, co...[Read Full Post] Mon, 23 Apr 2007 22:23:07 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/503789 Well, golf isn't going so well, so well, so well, so well. I'll give this a shot instead. It's about ten minutes before the tourney starts. The poker tourney, that is. There's a 250 dollar prize pool, and I didn't put up anything because of my frequent player points. FPP's! Looks like maybe 3500 people will have regi...[Read Full Post] Mon, 23 Apr 2007 20:27:07 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/503765 Holy Batshit, Batman! They took the safety net out from underneath me! My boss sent me this nice little note saying "You no longer have to submit your audits to me for review before transmitting them for processing." I almost shat a grape when I read that. A real grape. Not those little rubbery ones that only look real until you pop o...[Read Full Post] Wed, 11 Apr 2007 18:06:59 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/501054 Alrighty then - a most fabulous opening to a journal entry if I ever heard one. The day after April Fool's Day, and I have to slam down a little note in here to let you all know that I, we are alive and kickin', with just barely enough time to bake you a chicken. Couldn't resist. I got to the end of the line and just couldn't resist. ...[Read Full Post] Tue, 03 Apr 2007 00:18:04 EDT http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/499172 Female hormones are enough to deal with when they are all grown up and matured. Try filling a gymnasium with twelve-year old girls trying out for cheerleader, and add their moms (a lot that are even more nervous than their daughters), and what you end up with is place that no man should ever venture into unaware. I was somewhat prepared for the tear...[Read Full Post] Sat, 10 Mar 2007 13:08:20 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/493972 Out in the small rural areas of Texas, the signs along the interstate highways say "DRIVE FRIENDLY", because that's the way people are in small communities in the South. They honk or wave when they pass each other on the highway, usually whether they recognize each other or not. They pull over on the shoulder on narrow Farm to Market roads, t...[Read Full Post] Fri, 23 Feb 2007 22:27:14 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/490192 On January 6th of this year, I did a nasty dirty thing. I went through a reputable, online teller company and plunked down fifty real, American dollars into a poker account. I figured, I've been playing Hold'em for long enough now that I sort of know what I'm doing. The online poker communities out there are full of people that think they...[Read Full Post] Sat, 10 Feb 2007 15:41:21 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/487070 On the weekends, I climb up on the roof to sweep off all the offending debris that has collected there throughout the week. Marinas, boat rentals, pleasure craft, YMCA's, Day Care centers, Children's shelters, distribution facilities, trucking companies, AC/HEAT, concrete construction, asphalt application, restaurants, hotel reservations, mil...[Read Full Post] Sat, 10 Feb 2007 13:05:12 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/487041 Last night she was a squirrel. I saw her scurrying up the dry bark of the pines, skittering along the branches and jumping from tree to wire, wire to tree, freeze framing herself still as a ghost, twitching her tail before racing off again. When she stopped, she did things with her little clawed fingers. Clutching little bits of this and that, nibbli...[Read Full Post] Fri, 26 Jan 2007 23:07:44 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/483852 Even HoloZoo has been acting funny lately. I caught him out behind the back fence reading Nancy Drew mysteries, and sipping bloody marys. So I asked him, "are you messing with me, or are you really going to start dressing like a girl?" He said, "Yes." He said it very calmly without looking up, and when I walked away dumbfounded, h...[Read Full Post] Fri, 26 Jan 2007 22:39:52 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/483845 Sixty-six emails says the little banner, but the eye-liner brigade is camped out at the dining room table, looking like the walking dead to my untrained eye. I've never seen the walking dead except on TV, so I'm not really qualified in that area. Physcology either, but that's okay. I still think that with me on the outside and El Guapo on the...[Read Full Post] Sat, 27 Jan 2007 00:54:54 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/483844 Erica looks you right in the eye when she talks to you; mature beyond her years, self confident and sure of herself. If she is nervous, or uncertain, it doesn't show at all. She draws anime characters of her own creation, and draws them well, well enough to be able to get her cartoons in the school newspaper. She's a pretty neat kid, all in all, ...[Read Full Post] Sun, 07 Jan 2007 15:46:00 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/479776 I was standing in a carpet store one day, and someone pulled the rug out from under me. Then, a year later, on Halloween, I was dressed as a wolf and someone pulled the wool over my eyes. Then, about six months after that, I was standing in line at the chiropractor's and someone pulled my leg. Really. Isn't that weird? The world is a funn...[Read Full Post] Fri, 05 Jan 2007 20:03:22 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/479351 I have dropped off the edge of the earth, and I can safely say... Christopher Columbus was right, after all. If you just keep driving and driving in a straight line, you'll eventually drive off the edge of the world. It's dark here. There are no witty insights, no ridiculous assumptions, no crazy musings, no gross generalizations or anythin...[Read Full Post] Wed, 03 Jan 2007 20:03:45 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/478886 Thirty-four years ago I was a nine year-old, sitting in the basement of Violet Ave elementary school with the rest of the music class. The music teach, Mrs. McKey was going around the room, student by student, asking each of us who our favorite musician or performer was. I don't remember what the other kids' answers were. Probably "The Be...[Read Full Post] Fri, 22 Dec 2006 15:56:29 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/476658 Underneath these things that we pretend to do each day lie our ulterior motives- the things we really want to do, the things we really think about. But we all have to do something with our day to day lives- something substantial and meaningful, even if our dreams aren't. So we swallow the nasty taste in the backs of our throats and we sign on with th...[Read Full Post] Wed, 20 Dec 2006 19:11:06 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/476317 I know it's been a long time, but something is coming. It will be long, and indulgent, and very much like a giant summary of everything from musical thoughts to life's little insignificancies, to job summaries, to religous awakenings, to family happenings and everything in between. Until then, I'm confident the wait will be worth it. T...[Read Full Post] Tue, 19 Dec 2006 01:07:49 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/476013 Inspiration hits in the early evening, when you come home to an empty house. This is written for a friend of mine, a house daddy, with four young kids, while mama works 9 to 5. EAGD Mama Big Where you been ... Mama Big It's time to get yourself home... and take these kids, offa me.... They been wearing me down straight on down,...[Read Full Post] Sat, 02 Dec 2006 12:50:22 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/472588 And there I was, sitting in a corner of Gram's garage, literally swatting flies with the other old men, watching Dallas play football on Thanksgiving afternoon. It was good that I was sitting down, though. I needed that after only ten minutes of chasing Zach around with a soccer ball. Ten minutes. That's all. Just ten minutes. Whew. So, sitting a...[Read Full Post] Fri, 24 Nov 2006 11:03:06 EST http://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/470905