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MY BOOK! http://www.lulu.com/davidmac73 This picture was in the header of my first blog and I wanted to bring it back. Me and my sweetie on our wedding day....it is my favorite picture. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** This is my second Blog on WDC. The first Blog, Random Thoughts, is finished and done and I loved almost every minute I spent doing it. This blog will be somewhat different than the first because I want to use this space for my humor and my memories. The humor may sometimes fall flat and the memories may, at times be boring, but isn't that the way it is with life. Please join me here and partake in these pieces of me and if sometimes you find the jokes unfunny or the memories dull, then please come back another day and maybe you will find something to your liking. After all, like my daddy always said: "Some days you get the bear, some days the bear gets you." Thank you, vivacious   for this neat new logo for my blog! Yup, this about says it all, I think!** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I thought that Independence Day was the appropriate day to put this great new siggy in my blog....Thank you sultry ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Please check out Scarlett's Newsletter for Bloggers: The Blogville News
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| I got what I consider to be some sad news a couple of days ago. How many of you out there in Blogville remember pwilli ? Well I got an email....actually a review of my new blog. In the review he informed me that he would be leaving WDC. He said that, like many of us, life had interjected itself upon him and he found himself more and more, pulling away from WDC. He told me that when his membership runs out, he would not be renewing it. He also sent me all his remaining GPs for which I was very grateful, but I would much rather he had kept them and remained with us himself. I liked Patrick...I liked him a lot and I will miss him here in Blogville. Why is that? I have tried to analyze this response to the news of his leaving. It's not like we were close friends who talked on the phone or visited each other's home. He and I interacted here on the blog page only, but even that limited interaction seems to be enough so that his leaving has created a hole. We never exchanged phone numbers as I have with a few here in Blogville and I have never spoken to him in person...so why am I saddened at his leaving? This is a phenomenon that I believe is unique to the Internet experience. We tend to become wrapped up in the lives of people we have never met, and in some cases, never will meet. But that makes no difference does it, the people we meet here tend to become friends. When friends of any kind go away it is....bothersome. I am lucky in that I have made some really good friends online and some of those friendships have moved into the real world. There are people on this site that I talk on the phone with on a weekly basis. Some I have met, some more than once and there are more who I plan on meeting in the future. Friends. That is what this place is about. That is what makes this Blog page so different from blog spaces on other sites; we the bloggers tend to become friends. Does this effect what we write in our blogs? Probably, but so what. This is what I like about WDC's blog space, and it is why I write my blogs here. So a friend has moved on and though I am a bit sad about his going....I understand and I wish him a bon voyage. I will just hope that maybe, one day he will decide to give WDC another try and come back. Whatever happens I wish pwilli all the best in life and hope all his issues are worked out the way he would want them to be. |
| Well that tears it! Yes my friends, the defecation has struck the cooling-unit this time. I have been bodily assaulted....and BY MY OWN WIFE TOO! That is just so wrong on so many levels I don't know where to begin. Okay, maybe I should start at the beginning...that usually helps. The thing is, I will never, if I live to be a hundred and twenty, ever understand women. I mean, geeze, when you get right down to it, they have absolutely NO sense of humor. Not only do they have NO sense of humor, but they insist on saying goofy things that just invite a smart remark in return. Now having been married for some time now, I have learned to side step these little word traps women leave. When they make comments like: "Honey, does this make my butt look big?" I quickly stuff some sort of food substance in my mouth and feign inability to answer the question. Ever so often though, Mel will catch me in a weakened moment and I will slip up and make a really witty rejoinder to one of her goofy statements. Such was the case last night. She comes running into the living room where I am minding my own business, reading blogs and stuff and she excitedly tells me: "Hey honey, I just weighed myself and I've dropped a pound"! Maybe I was just distracted because I was reading ccstring's blog and his vile attack upon my person, but for whatever reason, without stopping to heed the warning bells which were sounding in my head I turned and looked at her...then I looked at her tailsection and I said: "Not to worry sweetheart, you didn't drop it FAR!" I KNEW BETTER AS SOON AS I SAID IT. I WAS NECK DEEP IN POO WITH NO WAY OUT! To her credit, she didn't go nuclear on me right away. Oh she growled and huffed and puffed a bit, but all in all, not a bad reaction. I think she even saw the humor in the remark. Well that all changed today! That's something else...women hold grudges longer than men do! Today I was again minding my own business...sitting at my desk and talking to ccstring on the phone. Mel was in the kitchen doing STUFF and everything was going quite good. Then I happened to relate the episode from the night before to CC and we were both sharing some well deserved chuckles at my sharp, witty, rejoinder when all of a sudden, Mel who had been listening from the kitchen, came around the corner with an ice tray in her hand. She deftly removed a chunk of ice from the tray and side armed that sucker right at my head! The thing landed with a meaty chunk right between my eyes! That ice cube struck with enough force to actually ricochet off my forehead and strike my glasses which dug a small gash on my nose....it damn near knocked me out of my chair! I let out a yell and grab my nose...WHICH IS BLEEDING....while CC is roaring with laughter on the other end of the line. I look over at Mel and she has collapsed into fits of laughing herself. "OMG, HONEY!" She yells between belly-laughs. "I MEANT to hit you on the leg, not the head....I'm soowwy". YEAH RIGHT! As I write this, she is in the bedroom and I can still hear her chuckling through the closed door. I know what happens next...within the hour she will be on the phone with her sister telling her all about it...AND THEY WILL BOTH BE LAUGHING ALL OVER AGAIN! Dang women...I just don't get them! |
| Have any of you noticed how peaceful it has been around Blogville these past couple of months? Well take my word for it...it's been quiet....to quiet; kinda like the calm before the storm. Well today the "storm clouds" began to gather once again. Yes, that's right...ccstring is back in town and it looks like there's gonna be a rumble, real soon! Many of you may not be aware of why CC has been persona non grata around here lately, well I have to tell you about that....since he seems to want to keep it quiet and all.... You see, about a month ago CC finally got around to watching that movie...American Pie and he was so inspired by the scene with the teenage boy and the apple pie...well he went right down to the local bakery, bought a pie, and tried to reinact the scene right there in the bakery! So as a result of the resulting riot, our little buddy, CC ended up spending two months in the local Pervert Lock-up. He was just released yesterday, and I see he wasted no time in coming in here and starting some trouble. "What trouble?" You ask in a panic. Well here, let me see if I can copy it and show you first hand what the sneaky, underhanded, little troll has done now.... From: CC (38) ccstring Registered Author Offline or Private Est. July 7, 2005 YA STOLE MY STEEDS NAME and ya stuck it on DAT ???? What da heck is it ???? darn near looks like WILLY NELSON !!!!! I bet ya can RIDE DAT THANG wifout fallin off ya dang SISSY !!!!! (heheheeee) Gawd your gonna PAY FOR THIS !!!! And and and... What da heck is WRONG WIF IT's TAIL ? it's all stuck up in da air like he's got GAS !!!!! I sure hope ya ain't been KISSIN IT !!!! (lol) OH YOUR GONNA PAY !!!!!! (CC stomps out mumblin) ** steal my Steeds name will he ** Character Count: 513 Rating included: 1.0 stars out of 5.0 stars. (Note: A 3.0 is Average) DID YOU SEE THAT? That low-life, degenerate, trouble-maker gave my picture of Advilicus a 1 rating. Oh, and did ya see what the heck he said? He said my goat looked like it has gas!! Is that not the most Sicko thing you ever saw! Look at this poor little goat...see how innocent he is...and to have his picture besmirched by a 1 rating, well it's almost more than I can bear. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Now can you imagine anything more dastardily than to give such a sweet little creature a "1" rating....THEN TO CALL HIM NAMES ON TOP OF THAT! I think he needs to come in here and apologize for his boorish behaviour don't you. But you wait, I bet he even tries to blame THIS on me...he always does that....blames me for stuff when I am innocent. Just wait...you'll see. Of course he may not have the guts to come back in here after I showed all you good folks the kind of underhanded things he is capable of...we shall see!   |
| Good lord folks, this Goat Thang has gone absolutely CRAZY! As you all know, two days ago I decided to finally try to do the "Contest" thing. I wanted to start simple because I had no idea what the heck I was doing and I wasn't even sure how to set one of those things up so I opted to have a simple little "Name Da Goat" contest. Well things went south in a big hurry, let me tell you. In two days I have gotten 250 views and 50 entries to the dang thing!!! I never dreamed it would be so dang big and I want to give a special thanks to The Literary Penguin for his very generous donation of 5,000GPs to the contest coffers...which was quickly gathering cobwebs at the time...thanks a bunch!!Now SOMEBODY, and I won't call any names but her initials are Mrs. Whatsit , emailed me and wanted me to LIST ALL THE NAMES ENTERED SO FAR!!!WHAT??? She had no idea what she asked....but of course, me being the good guy that I am, I did it! Here is the list of names submitted after only TWO DAYS!!! Aleveia Greycoat Hippiegoatee Tylenolius Aspirinio. Or Hannibal (the Carthiginian, not the cannibal). Buttface Nadanothergoat' Thumbelina Chèvre Mel-Tor-May Midol? (my doll) Miss Liberty (Libby) Mel TORme Flo (kiss my grits) Buffy (Buffered aspirin) Tora Flora, Dora Allegora . Hopscotch Tink (after Tinkerbell) Pyper Capreolus Munchkinicus --- or Munchkin for short. Lilith, Maris, Rory, Lorelei, Teal???? Deb!!! ? Paris Hilton ? Chiva ( chee-vuh) ?---means female goat in spanish Reba ?I love her! Song...it's the evil ex wife's name ? Pollyanna. Gertie Bitty Scarlett Badvilicus Mbudzi/Budzi - shona word for "goat" Pirip - Zulu word for "goat Patches Washboard Pandora Capra Violet Cassandra, Athena, Nanna, Priscilla, Capricorn, Capra (I think it's the genus name for goats), Caprine, Caprina... that should be enough suggestions from one person! Abbey Athena Nann-i-goat Cleopatra Shanti Popidilly Tylenola Melrose Maggie Milicent Poppet Miss Priss / Prissy / Petunia / Prissy Petunia / Ruby / Pearl / Ruby Pearl / Beaulah Mae Tori Betty Smig Anacina EmmyLoo Motrina Annuka Rosemary Lilith Asprinia Queen Elizabeth Audrey Alevett Fanny If you happened to be counting...that is way more than 50 names so that also answers Mark  's second question....YES, you can enter more than one name! This thing has taken on a life of it's on and is growing by leaps and bounds...but I have to admit...it is a lot of fun and as soon as it is done I want to do a contest where we actually WRITE something....LOL! |
| Boy I got lots of stuffage to share with you all today. First off, you can not image how surprised and excited I was to find an email from susanL in my mailbox this morning before I went to work. I could not believe my good fortune. She informed me that my little story, "Invalid Item"  won SECOND place in her "Show Me Your Mysteries" contest. You could have knocked me down with a feather when I read that. Of course first place was won by Mavis Moog who, we all know is a marvolous writer and I am very proud to be judged second to her any day of the week. Thanks Susan for the GPs and the neat awardicon for my story. Now the next thing I have to share is.....I GOT THE CONTEST UP AND RUNNING!!!! I can't believe I finally figured it out. Here is the link and I want everyone to go over there and leave their suggestion for a name for our little pgymy nanny goat!
The contest will be judged by Mel aka Mrs Tor and myself. The person who comes up with the winning name gets 10,000GPs and first and second runner-up gets 2,000 each. If I can scratch up enough GPs I will try to give everyone a couple of hundred just for entering....depends on how many entries I get.The contest runs from today, through June 29th with the winner to be announced June 30th so you only have like two weeks....what are you waiting for...get to naming dat goat!!! |
| Now I know this will come as no surprise to any of you who know Mel and her proclivity for collecting four-legged critters, but we have a new addition to our family. Think back a few entries ago, you remember don't you, when I introduced Advilicus, the pygmy billy goat to all of you. If you remember, we got Advilicus to keep Mel's horse, Time, company out in that big ole pasture. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Well about a week after Addy, as we call him, took up residence in the pasture, Mel informed me that now the billy goat needed a companion....do you see a pattern developing here? So, a few days ago Mel found this cute little pygmy nanny goat whose owner needed to find her a new home....seems the lady's husband had reached his limit on critters...boy do I feel his pain! So twenty dollars, and one more car trip in a dog carrier and our new family member is now at home in the pasture...a companion to the goat, who is a companion to the horse, who hates men in general and me in particular. Here she is.... ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Cute little bugger isn't she. She stands about twenty inches high at the shoulder and is full grown, weighing about thirty pounds. Well at this writing, she has made herself at home but the jury is still out as to how well she is going to get along with the dang Billy Goat. Right now she is trying very hard to ignore the randy little brute while he has been jumping through hoops in his effort to impress the lady. So the upstart of this tale is we have yet to come up with a name for the little lady so in the next day or so, as soon as I can figure out how to set one up, I am going to have a contest here on WDC. Now I know that all the contest you usually see on the site is geared toward great short stories or great poetry or other literary offerings but not mine...nope, this is going to be the first contest on WDC where the entrants are asked to NAME DA GOAT! You guys save all your suggestions and be sure and enter the contest when I post it. 10k GPs to the winner, 2k for second place and 1k for third place. I look forward to a lot of great entries and some really great names for da goat. |
| I will be back to do a blog entry of my own maybe later today but I just wanted to plug an exceptional blog by Carolina Blue . If you have not read his latest entry, then you need to go and check it out. "Invalid Entry" is one of the most well written and thoughtful entries I have read in a long time and it deserves to be read by everyone on this site. |
| Sometimes real life is so very much stranger than fiction could ever be. Tonight proved this to me beyond a shadow of a doubt. I was relaxing at home, watching a movie when the phone rang....IT WAS Nada and she was flying the panic flag! Let me set the scene for you here just a bit...As you all know, Nada is hip deep in the BIG MOVE today and it seems she has had an unexpected house guest. Murphy is in da house! She called me tonight to report that she was now in her bedroom at the ranch and it was now 6:30 in the evening.....NONE OF HER FURNITURE HAD MADE IT IN THE HOUSE! I know, I know, you are asking the same thing I asked her...Why is the furniture not in the house yet, Nada? THAT'S BECAUSE THE GIANT MAYFLOWER MOVING VAN IS SITTING AT THE END OF HER DRIVE-WAY HAVING RUN OFF THE NARROW ROAD....TWO WHEELS OFF THE GROUND!!!!! Yes, kiddies...Nada is sitting in an empty house while a mere quarter-mile away, her furniture lanquishes in a truck which has hit high-center! Yes, there sits Nada in a bedroom with no bed...but she DOES have the doggie steps Niles and Frasier use to climb up on the bed. She also has two doggie beds. Wait...she also has Niles with her. Oh and Mike is with her also....and Ceaser and Lars. A side note here....Nada has to be the only woman on the face of the planet who employees not one but TWO professional CHEFS to move her belongings into her new house! Oh did I mention....The Internet guys who were going to get her hooked up so SHE could blog are now trapped BEHIND the Mayflower moving van...they can't get by the big truck to make it up to the house. On the bright side, Nada had used her phone to have pizza and beer air-lifted into the ranch so that the five mayflower movers can at least have dinner while they sit on top of their truck and shoot off distress flares in hopes of attracting a passing tow-truck. Nada, trooper that she is, was defiant in the face of a full on Murphy attack and her last words to me was...."You gotta blog tonight and you have to tell everyone....I SHALL RETURN!" Of course it could be days before the Ojai Fire and Rescue units break through to her, but they do promise to bring in the internet guy with them when they finally get past the big-assed truck in her drive-way. Being as how I am now the acting CCNN reporter, I will continue to keep everyone updated upon the continueing Perils of Nada......I can't even make stuff this funny up. |
| I happened to be talking to one of my closest friends here on WDC the other day and she asked me a question: "Have you noticed a change in the readership of your blog?" Well I hadn't really thought that much about it but after she asked me the question I had to agree....Yes, I have noticed a change over the past two years and two blogs. Some of the readers who started out, two years ago reading my words no longer are around. Some have left the site, while many more of them just aren't around my blog...they no longer read or comment. Now do not get the wrong idea; I really understand that and this is not a rant about why some people don't read my blog. For some, what I write is no longer either relevant, or of interest to them. That happens a lot, heck if I had to read two years of my own writing I think I would get tired of it also. So those folks, most with their own blogs, move on to the blogs of people they enjoy reading more...again, this is only natural. Over the past two years I know I have lost some readers who just flat disagree with my politics and outlook on life and could no longer stand to read something they disagreed with so strongly. Again...that is okay and it is natural. I could never hold that against anyone. Heck if I feel strongly against a blog, instead of arguing with them in the comment section, I just move along and not come back. That is the ultimate right of all bloggers and readers.....we get to chose what we read and who we support with our comments. I don't think anyone should take it personal, it's just a matter of a difference of opinion. Now as I said before that chicken ran across our path, some readers are gone from my blog but I have noticed too, that I have gained some brand new readers who also have blogs of their own. No matter how saddened I may be by losing a reader for whatever reason, I am overjoyed to find new readers joining me on this word journey I seem to be on. So today I would like to plug some of those new readers I have picked up over the past months. This is just a partial list and I know I am going to miss some this time around so I will do it again soon. Now Carolina Blue is not on this list because I have already plugged this great writer in other blogs. The same goes for Budroe . Both these guys are well known by almost everyone now and certainly don't need any more plugs by this writer.First up: The blog of one of my favorite people. Barb is Blogville's cheerleader. She is always smiling, happy and she spreads her good humor wherever she goes. She is a sweetie.
Grifter is a new blogger, I think he has 27 entries to date. He is close to my own age and he writes a very intelligent blog replete with a good dose of humor I think you will enjoy.
What can I say about a lady who lives on a houseboat! Geeze I am jealous. Bugzy is another new blogger and so far I have been quite entertained with her entries.
} Finally, for this entry, I want to point you in the direction of Ski and his blog. Funny, intelligent, and thoughtful...you will find it all here in this blog. If you want a good read head on over and check out his blog.
So there you have the blogs of four of my newer readers. Remember, if you write a blog it is important that you support other bloggers as they attempt a genre of writing that can be among the hardest of genres to write...or at least to write it well. Those of you out there who are now on their second blog should try even harder to support new bloggers....lord don't we remember what it was like when we first stumbled into Blogville? So readers come and go and things change. That is really the only constant in life isn't it....Change. Well in this case, life and Blogville are much alike. Oh...and you guys who have been here from the first entry...THANK YOU and I LUV YOU ALL.....you know this right?? |
| When I was eighteen I considered myself invincible. In my mind, I was seven foot tall and bullet-proof; the world was mine for the taking and there was nothing I could not do if I wanted to bad enough. By the time I was twenty-five I had learned that I was not invincible, not seven foot tall and certainly not bullet-proof. On the other hand, at that age I still knew all the answers to life's questions...everything was black or white, without shadings, and the answers were either YES or NO...easy as that. By the time I reached the age of thirty-five I had learned that not only did I know few of the answers to life's questions, I did not really know very many of the QUESTIONS. I had also discovered that rarely was anything of the black or white persuasion, in fact the color gray, I discovered, surrounded me at every turn. So it is that I find myself now, well past fifty and able to access my life to some extent. What have I discovered? 1. I am an ordinary man. Prick me and I bleed, hurt me and I cry. I am mediocre in my strength and would never stand out in a crowd. 2. I am sure of only one thing in this life and that is I am unsure about almost everything. I have learned that, though I have specific ideas about most things in this world, those ideas are always subject to change when I let myself hear all the facts. I have learned that for every rule, there is an exception. 3. I have learned that it makes me happy to be an uninteresting person who lives an uninteresting life and writes about topics of little interest to the rest of the world. For you see, there is an ancient Chinese curse that goes: "May you live in interesting times" and though I have lived through some of those, I am happy to have moved beyond them and into the peaceful waters of boring life. 4. I have learned that age does not guarantee wisdom, but it does give some of us the humility to recognize our lack thereof. 5. And lastly, I have had to wait and live over fifty years of life before I was able to KNOW what true love was all about. Even though, many times I find myself wishing that I had been allowed to make this discovery when I was twenty, I am still thankful I found it when I did and I will cherish every day God gives me to share my life with that love. Being old, boring, and leading an uninteresting life is good enough for me. Now I know what heaven may be a little like.......peace AND love. Not bad...not bad at all. |
| Off Subject: I had made up my mind not to blog today. The only subject that was tumbling about in my head was on Social Security Disability, and how we sometimes have dead-beats that take advantage of a very needed program. Let's face it, who wants to hear about that stuff. This is where a wife comes in handy. We sat in the living-room and just talked....wild idea, huh. We reminisced about many different things and suddenly I had another, better blog topic...so thanks Mel...this one is for you! ********************************************** I have been many things in my life, I have held many different jobs and wore many different hats. I have been a common laborer, a manager, a business owner, a zookeeper and a route salesman and a body guard. I guess I was programmed, from my youth to hold a variety of jobs and to be many different things. You see, my father made sure that even at a very young age...seven or eight, I learned to be useful. I was about that age the first time he made me a dog! Yup, my first experience with the animal kingdom was being one of them. Dad needed a squirrel dog at the time and since he neither had one, nor could afford to purchase one....I was it! Ah, those father and son moments; Dad with his shotgun and his gunny-sack would stride through the Forrest with me at his side. Whenever he spotted a squirrel at a distance, on the ground feeding on acorns he would send me charging at the poor little animal, letting out whoops and hollers, Of course the startled squirrel would high-tail it up the first tree he came to and freeze, looking down at this crazy, small thing that was still making noise and running around the tree. Then dad would walk up, take aim, and BAM....we had supper that night! Now I was just a kid and this was really FUN! I mean, I got to run and make noise, and help my dad...what could be better than that. A few years later, it was still fun...kinda....I was thirteen and dad and my uncle and cousins were hunting deer at the time. You guessed it...I was their dog. Funny thing is, we HAD deer dogs at the time, but if I remember correctly, dad wanted to rest the damn dogs and just use me....that was kind of humbling. Anyway, they all took up "stands" or positions from which to shoot the game (there were no tree stands back then). Men just stood behind trees, in a rough semi-circle about a half-mile wide or so, and I would start out a mile or so away and head toward them, once again, whooping and hollering; driving game before me. THEY got to shoot the deer...all I got was scratched up by briars and brambles and winded from running through the woods hollering. My foray into the animal kingdom was not limited to dogs and hunting. Every year, from the time I was 12 and large enough to accomplish the task, dad would hook me up to the damn plow to break his garden which was almost two acres in area! You guessed it, we were too poor to own a damn mule so I was elected take it's place. This is the main reason I made up my mind that if I ever got off that dang sandy-land farm, I was never going to plant anything else as long as I live and I have kept that promise. That was some of the hardest work I have ever done in my life. It wouldn't have been nearly so bad had my father not had a very twisted sense of humor. Every time I reached the end of a row he would yell out "GEE" or "HAW"....commands one gives a real mule to turn either left or right. He always thought that was really funny....I failed to see the humor at the time. This "education" didn't stop after I was grown either. When I was in my twenties, dad got in on a bird hunting lease in North Texas. Sure enough, the first few times we went up there with him, none of us had a bird dog so Yours Truly got to range out ahead of the hunters and flush the covey of birds then dive to the ground as shotguns went off behind me! Thankfully that didn't last but one or two hunts before we acquired a good bird dog. At that time in my life I was rather jumpy about guns going off close to and behind me! So you see, my father made sure that I got a well rounded education and the type that could not be taught in any school. I guess this is why I have always been able to empathize with dogs....and mules....I been them! Thanks for the memories, dad. Damn I miss you on days like this. |
| I got up this morning all primed to blog about the Paris Hilton mess, I really did. I had planned on waiting until late this afternoon, after she was dragged back to court so that I could get all the "facts" of the case before doing my blog. Something funny happened though as I waited and I watched the news. I suddenly was filled with such a soul-sucking feeling of resignation that my first impulse was to just say "To hell with it all" and not do a blog at all. One of the problems I have with doing my normal type of blog on this subject is one of limitations. You see, with this case, I can not use any sarcasm, irony, or overstatement which I would normally use in order to make this a funny blog. I can't use any of these because the mere facts of the case defy irony, sarcasm, and overstatement. Facts? Okay here is what I have learned from the feeding frenzy of the news media. 1. Paris Hilton was charged with DUI and placed on probation. 2. She was subsequently caught TWICE driving on her suspended licence, thus breaking her probation. 3. Paris was sentenced to 45 DAYS in jail but that sentence was then cut down to 23 day. 4. Paris surrendered to authorities and spent a grand total of 78 HOURS in jail. 5. After that short time she was released to home confinement because her doctor said she was suffering from a mental breakdown due to her harsh confinement. I'll pause here for a moment for you all to grab your barf-bags...... Okay, now back to the story. The judge in the case is livid that the County sheriff overrode his order and released Paris to house arrest especially since the judge had written, in the order that she was definitely NOT to get house arrest. I'm thinking, at this point, that when the sheriff finishes his term in office, he is going to have a very cush job waiting for him with the Hilton family....maybe security chief at one of their hotels? So Paris was released before suffering a total mental breakdown and instead of being taken to hospital, is rushed home where she was treated with an emergency dose of designer cupcakes and avian water. Thankfully, she seems to have recovered quickly. I'm not making that up...it really did happen. And you see, that is the problem...designer cupcakes and all the other accoutrements for a person of her status. Status..,.that's what this is about. I have always known, as I am sure the rest of you have known, that there is two different levels of justice in this country. One for the poor and one for people like the Hilton's and it has never before been as glaringly apparent as in this case. She should be slammed in the general population of the jail, the door locked, and then let out in 23 days....end of story. That's what would happen to you and to me if we were in her little shoes. Cut and dried. I firmly believe that if you Google "Useless Waste of Flesh" you would come up with Paris Hilton. Celebrity? For what, for God's sake? The woman made a porn tape once. Oh yeah, she also made a CD; her contribution to the world of rock and roll. Critics report that it was so bad it was proved to cause farm animals to miscarry when exposed to her singing. Her claim to fame.....being seen, being a spoiled little rich girl. I have seen her try to answer serious questions from an interviewer who obviously didn't know her limits. Paris has the IQ of a damaged turnip...if that. But she doesn't have to be smart, she doesn't have to be talented....she is Paris Hilton. This whole thing has made me sick. This society of ours is so pathetic that is hard to say anything bad enough about it. It makes me want to find a mountain-top somewhere and just withdraw from the world. I have never been embarrassed or ashamed of our legal system and our country as I am right now. This is news? You know, if they really wanted to punish Paris Hilton they would forget about jail. Instead they would order that every time she made an "appearance" on any red carpet that the cameras would automatically shut off and the people in attendance would turn their backs until she had passed. Take away the camera, take away her adoring public and she damn sure would have a mental breakdown. That would be a thousand times more harsh than any jail sentence. As I write this, she is back in the courthouse and the judge has not issued any further ruling. I can only wonder how much worse this cesspool will get before its over. |
| Due to grumblings from the peanut gallery, I have decided to forego any further "reprints" from my first blog. So I dragged my sorry butt to the computer this morning and have engaged the two remaining brain cells I own in order to compose a NEW blog entry. You people are just cruel! ********************************************* I have never considered myself a poet but I do like poetry. Hell, there are some days I don't even consider myself a writer (like today) but that doesn't stop me from having an opinion on writing in general, and poetry in particular. What is it about really good poetry that makes it stick with us over many, many years. To this day, there are snipets of some poems which I am still able to recite even though it has been forty years or more since I read them. Really good poetry winds its way into other forms of literture and even movies. For example, the phrase: "A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou." You can find that phrase written on Hallmark cards, used in movies, and even in fiction novels. Do you know where it comes from? Love poems by Omar Khayyam is the answer. "A book of verses underneath a bough, a jug of wine, a loaf of bread? And thou, beside me singing in the wilderness? O, wildnerness where paradise enow." So you see...good poetry, like good fiction, hangs around for centuries. Now what got me to thinking about all this? Well that's easy, I had this snipet of a poem running around in my head the past few days. I could not remember the whole thing nor who had written it. I'm strange like that. I can remember bits and pieces of poems that I was required to learn as far back as junior high. Some poems I can still remember in their entirety, like The Charge of the Light Brigade, or In Flander's Field, or even Crossing the Bar. The line I kept playing over and over in my head was: "Abi Ben Adhem, may his tribe increase, awoke one night from a deep dream of peace." I could NOT remember any more of the poem to save my life so of course, this morning I went to the great alter of Google to seek the answer to this mental mystery. I typed in the lines I remembered and BAM, there it was..... Abu Ben Adhem Abu Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace And saw, within the moonlight of his room Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold And to the presence in his room he said 'What writest thou?' The vision raised its head And with a look made of all sweet accord Answered: 'The names of those who love the Lord 'And is mine one?' said Abu. 'Nay not so' Replied the Angel: Abu spoke more low But cheerily still and said 'I pray thee then Write me as one that loves his fellow-men' The angel wrote and vanished. The next night It came again with a great awakening light And showed the names whom love of God had blessed. And lo! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest. By James Henry Leigh Hunt To my surprise and my joy, I also found two other of my favorite poems posted along with this one by Hunt. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. By Robert Frost THE ROAD NOT TAKEN Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. By Robert Frost So there you have it. I feel quite superior, having expounded on a subject I know absolutely nothing about. I just know that I love these examples of poetry. Maybe this is why I find it impossible to read poetry on WDC, so far I have found nothing that can measure up to these examples of good poetry. Funny thing is, I have found many writers of short stories and novels who not only measure up to the classics, but in some cases out does them. Okay, that's all I got. Can I go back to bed now? |
| This entry first saw the light of day in the latter half of my first blog; "Invalid Item" . For those of you who read it the first time, I apologize for repeating myself. For those who haven't seen it before, I hope you enjoy it. Now I'm off to mow the grass, feed the animals, and just generally make a nuisance of myself around the house. ******************************************************** I think there should be a law passed that ensured every man and woman on earth would get exactly one year free to chase their dream, no matter what the dream might be. Think about it a minute. What is your dream and how wonderful would it be if you had one whole year to pursue that dream. To be free of the job and the responsibility, free from worrying about others...365 days to chase a dream with single minded determination. What if a year is not enough time? Well, heck you gotta draw the line somewhere I guess, besides, if you are really concentrating on something why couldn't you get it done in a year. What happens at the end of the year? That depends on wither or not you succeed I guess. Either your dream comes true or you go back to being a wage slave at a job that sucks the life out of a stone. The important thing is that you had your shot. You can die knowing you had a fair chance to be what you wanted, to be happy. That knowledge alone should be worth your weight in gold. Peace of Mind. At least you would have that. I read somewhere, I have no idea where, a phrase that stuck with me and made me go hummm..... "Why is it thought of as only natural for birds to be free, but for the souls of man to be caged". LOL...I must be feeling exceptionally philosophical today or something. I can't help but wonder if I will ever see that year. If not I guess I will keep doing what all the rest of you are doing...just keep trying. The rest of you have a good weekend, I go back to work tomorrow. |
| Since I am on vacation this week I decided to "vacation" in my blog as well. So, for the next couple of days I am going to reprint essays I have written previously. Since I write my blog entries more in essay form and not journal form, I figured they would fit right in. This first entry was written for a Blog inspired contest here on WDC. This essay, entitled Blog Grievances, was written a year ago and I believe garnered an "Honorable Mention" of which I was quite proud because the competition was very stiff indeed. I hope you enjoy the read...let me know. ************************************************** There are a few things about blogs and certain bloggers that never fail to trip my trigger, push my buttons and otherwise just plain TIC ME OFF! 1.Blogger Bullies....This particular type of blogger bottom feeder is, thankfully, very rare here on WDC but they DO exist. You know the type I am talking about. These people will brook no difference of opinion of any kind to one of their many Rants and they Rant a lot. Anyone who dares to offer a difference of opinion to them in "comments" is subject to scathing attacks, usually sprinkled with four letter words. Personally I believe these bullies should set their blogs up to not allow comments. After all, they just want to impress us with their own ideas and have no interest in the thoughts of others, so why bother. 2.Blog Whiners...Now some whining, from time to time is not a bad thing, lord knows I have been guilty of this on a few occasions. I am talking about those few who blog on a daily basis about the cesspool their lives seem to have sunk into. The "Poor Me" subject line dominates each and every entry they make and personally, I find the whole thing very tiring. Never once will you read anywhere in their blog their plans to make what is wrong, right. No, these folks don't seem to WANT to change whatever problem they have; they would rather wallow endlessly in their misery and have the rest of us wallow with them. Some of these whiners also write about their lack of readers. They whine about being all alone and no one is reading their problems. The funny thing is, these folks never comment to other blogs. I have pointed this out to one or two but never see a change. How else can anyone hope to build a readership if they don't read and comment themselves? 3.Blog Language.....Okay, now you might think this is just being picky but I can't help it. One of my biggest peeves is clicking on a new blog and finding myself inundated in four letter words and terms such as: "He was LIKE....", "You know I LIKE..." Come on people do us all a favor and get a vocabulary! I mean, really, even though you might be unable to carry on a conversation in real life without using the "F" word or its many brothers and sisters, you should at least strive to bring your written word out of the gutter. Many of the people who do this also dream of one day being a published writer. Can you imagine ANYONE being a successful writer by pumping out trash talk like that in their novels? My message to these people: Make the effort, in your blog, to upgrade your vocabulary. Try to convey ideas and emotions with acceptable words. Don't think that just because you give your blog an XGC rating, you have the excuse to be vulgar and ignorant. Wheew, I feel so much better now. Thank you for allowing me opportunity to voice my little peeves. Of course the flip side of all of this is that I am sure that what I do in my blog probably tics some off also....such is life. |
| "My wife cheated on me!" How many of you have heard that phrase spoken by some sniveling, whinny, cry-baby man before? Well all I gotta say is "SUCK IT UP SUZIE!" You need to get over it and move on. Hell, I have had to share my wife's affections ever since we got married, six years ago. She is constantly falling in love and moving a different suitor into our home and lives. The thing is, if it were just some other guy, I could handle that; one 16oz. can of Wup Ass, applied liberally usually does the trick with human male competition. No, what I have to deal with is the four legged variety. Dogs, cats, birds, fish, lizards, snakes, turtles, horses, goats....you name it, they have shacked up at my house, ate my food, and monopolized my wife's time and affection on a daily basis. Yesterday marked the arrival of the latest in a long list of my wife's love affairs. Please say hello to Advilicus, the pygmy goat! Mel named him after ccstring's mighty steed. Hell I wanted to just name him CC cause he reminds me so much of the bucket head. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** See what I mean, he looks like CC...short, hairy, and horny (the ones on his head!) Yup, this is our newest addition to the "family". Mel discovered an ad from this person wanting to sell the goat for $20 and of course she jumped at the opportunity. I told her that if she bought the dang goat, she wasn't gonna get to eat out this week. I usually reserve twenty dollars of my check every two weeks to take her out to experience some fine dining at MacDonald's.....well she sure ain't getting it this week! Of course we could always have Goat Burgers.....yeah, that one got me slapped! Her rationale was that her horse, Time, needed some company out there in that big old pasture where we keep her all by herself and the goat would be perfect for that. Like a fool, I went for it and agreed; after all, the damn creature wasn't going to be living in my house. Don't laugh, there was a good chance the goat could have ended up sharing a spot in the living room next to the dogs and cats! So, anyway, I agreed and we traveled across town to the lady's farm and picked up the goat. Did I mention I don't own a truck? Yeah, that's right, the goat road in the back seat, in a large dog carrier. I prayed not to get stopped by a cop on the trip home...those guys all know me and I would never have lived down the fact that I was transporting a goat in my car like a real country bumpkin. Nothing would do Mel but stopping at home first, instead of going straight to the pasture to unload the goat. She wanted to give him some time to "get use to us" and to "Settle down". HA! So we unload the goat at home, put him in the back yard and he immediately declares war on two dogs, either of which are TWICE his size. The little goat took the high ground, on the back door steps, with the two dogs standing on the ground looking rather befuddled, confused, and irate at this interloper into their domain. Then the dog whupping commenced! It was really funny watching that little horned tornado smash into two giant dogs and chase them around the back yard. Yeah, it was funny alright, right up until the time both dogs sought refuge BETWEEN MY LEGS! I now have multiple bruises on both shins where the little monster tried to batter through them to get to the dogs! Needless to say, it didn't take long to figure out that the goat was about as settled down as he was going to get and it was time to take him to his permanent residence (Please God, make it permanent). So we took him to the pasture, I threw his ass through the gate and introduced him to the horse. "Time, this is Advilicus. Advilicus, this is Time; you two kids get acquainted!" I then jumped back in the car and tore out....I did not want to watch a goat chase a horse! We will go over there this morning and see how they are getting along....I'm hoping one of them as killed the other. I don't care who wins, just so long as the fight was mortal! |
| I swear to God, there ought to be a bounty on women! Has there ever been any pain or embarrassing moment in the history of the world, that has happened to a man, that there wasn't a woman at the bottom of the story? No. And Today is no different. The day started out innocently enough; I got out of bed early and came in and started my coffee. Then I proceeded to the desk and turned on the computer to see what was happening at WDC...fairly normal off-work morning for me. Mel finally staggered out of the bedroom and promptly ousted me from my chair and took over the computer...again, fairly normal off-work morning. She then gave me the good news: "Honey, I bought a washer and dryer yesterday and they will deliver it today." Well that was great news...even better news was that she got them both for a total of 100 bucks! That, by the was is what we paid for the two that is NOT working right now. Okay, a little back story here..... About four years ago we bought a washer and dryer for $100. They lasted until about a month ago, at which time both contracted a terminal decease and died within days of one another. Since that time Mel has been doing the wash in the bathtub and hanging the clothes out on the line. As I explained to her at the time, washing in a tub was good enough for our grandmothers then by God it was good enough for us! We need to learn to not be reliant on a bunch of dang machines to do our daily chores! To her credit, she bought this line of bull hockey and commenced to wash the old fashioned way. Of course the fact that we could not come close to affording a new washer and dryer probably played a large part in her acceptance of the situation. Okay, now back to the story.... Well it seems that a teacher at Mel's school had just bought a fancy washer and dryer combo and wanted to get rid of her old ones. She offered them to Mel for a hundred bucks and Mel sealed the deal. The thing is, Mel told me about it THIS MORNING! The old washer and dryer were still in place, in the bathroom and those folks will be here this afternoon with the "new" ones! Now the space they occupy in the bathroom is exactly the same size as the defunct appliances, with maybe a half inch to spare in any direction. Getting them in there took an act of Congress and I knew that getting them out was going to be even harder. Yet there she sat...calmly playing on the computer while the clock ticked away....tick..tock...tick...well you get the idea. I stood there and stared at her; she was making no move to get up and get busy. It was about then that I heard a voice in my head..... "Okay Bucko," the voice yelled. "It's time for you to 'Man Up' and get the damn job done. We don't need no stinking woman to help us, this is MAN'S work!" For those of you new to my blog, that voice I heard was Capt. Stupid, about to take control of my body one more time. My regular readers know what's coming now....don't you. Well I puffed out my chest and put my hands on my hips, and declared: "You just relax there sweetie. Your MAN is gonna take care of this little chore. I don't need no stinking help!" I never knew that rolling the eyes made a noise, but I swear I heard her eyes roll in disgust when I said this. All she said was: "Yes dear, you go ahead." This was said in much the same tone of voice probably used by Sam Houston upon being told that Col. Travis was going to occupy the Alamo and fight the Mexican Army. "Yeah, you go ahead and spank those pesky Mexicans....I'll wait over here about two hundred miles away." So I went forth and tackled the job! First was the washer. Because of the confining space, I was forced to climb on top of the washer to reach behind it and take loose the water hoses. Said hoses proved to be fused to the faucets! "Honey! I need some #@$% lubracant to get these hoses off!" "Yes Dear." Tick....tock...tick...tock.... "@$$%^$&*@!" "Oh, you mean right now?" "@#$%^&$! I'm standing on my head on top the washer....of course that's what I meant!" She finally arrives with the lubricant, hands it to me, chuckles gleefully, and heads back to the computer. Well I get the dang hoses off, then I begin to inch the washer away from the wall. Funny, I don't remember the thing being that heavy. I finally got it positioned just right, and I wrapped my muscular, manly arms around the piece of dead metal and gave a huge HEAVE! The washing machine lifted approximately two inches off the ground, and at the same time my man-parts struck the ground with a loud THUD! The same moment that happened, my back...not healed from the last time Capt. Stupid took over, seized up and left me simi-permanently in a squatted position. I froze there for a few seconds, then gravity took over and I wilted slowly to the floor...still in the squatted position. It was at that moment that a miracle happened! I don't know how long I was out and when I awoke, I was laying in bed and Mel was sitting next to me, forcing pain pills in my mouth....she said I was moaning too loud even after I lost consciensciousness. It was then she told me what she had FORGOTTEN to tell me before....I needed to empty the water out of the washer before I moved it....now she tells me! I finally managed to crawl out of the bed and I decided to try and finish the job. Here is where the miracle comes in..... THE WASHER AND DRYER WAS OUT OF THE BATHROOM!!!! "Wow," I exclaimed to Mel. "I can't believe it, I must have finished the job even after passing out....WHAT A MAN!" Funny thing...when I said that, I heard those eyes roll again then she said... "Yes Dear." Dang Women!! |
| Back in the 90's I played on in a softball league locally and I really loved the game. We didn't play for money, or fame, or any other tangible reward...just the pure joy of competition. So why then, did we cheat? Like I said, no money was involved, nothing but the end of the year standings and the ever present stats each player amassed over a season. Baseball, like all other sports, has a plethora of stats to gauge the performance of a team and an individual player. So maybe it was the stats and the standings we all competed for, maybe that was the reason to cheat. We cooked the ball. Before a big game we would take all the team balls and microwave them. This both hardened the center of the ball and lightened it considerably causing it to literally fly off the end of the bat. Balls that would, with a non-tampered ball would have been a long fly ball out, would sail over the fence for a home run. So why did we cheat? Why did we feel the need to alter the stats to reflect a performance that was not real? Cheating in sports is not a new thing, nor is it confined to all of us terribly competitive Americans. The Olympics have long been plagued with examples of countries from around the world trying to cheat in one event or another. In America we have such sports scandals as The 1919 Black Sox scandal......Eight players from the Chicago White Sox (later renamed the Black Sox) were found guilty of throwing the world series to the Cincinnati Reds. In 2002 Salt Lake City bribed Olympic officials to gain the games for their town. Then there was the Danny Almonte Little League Scandal of 2001. The coaches played a boy two years too old to be in little league in their run for the world series. The thing is, this cheating is not confined to sports alone. No, we seem to live in a culture throughout the world that believes in cutting corners and gaining an unfair advantage. You see it in business, in politics, and just everyday life in general. Heck, if you looked hard enough, you could find it happening right here on WDC. So why do we cheat? Why is it so important for many of us to be seen as a winner in something? What good does it do any of us to get our names in the record books if there is an asterisk beside it. Even today, whenever I run into one of those people who played softball in the league with me and we start to talk about the batting averages of different players, we have to qualify our praise with: "Well everyone did cook the ball back then." So the records are really meaningless. So why did we cook the ball? I really don't know. Maybe it was because we were young and stupid and wanted to be #1 at SOMETHING. Looking back now though, I can see how meaningless it all was. I learned a hard lesson. Being #1 is sort of an empty accomplishment when YOU know, in your heart, that you didn't get the position honestly. That's why, from then on, I tried never to "Cook the Ball." |
| Men, by our very nature are "Works in Progress". From the day we are born the work commences, begun by our mothers, to try and mold us into something vaguely acceptable for polite society. Now after a given number of years, the mother gladly passes off her partially complete handy-work to another woman who then makes it her life's work finishing the job. Thus we get the very word: "Wife", which comes from the ancient Assyrian word, "Wudda" which loosely translates to mean: "One who fixes mistakes." Go figure! I have been a "construction site" now for 58 years. My mother, bless her heart, did all she could do, then she passed me off to another unsuspecting female as a fixer-upper. Well in all that time since dear ole mom threw up her square, saw, and hammer in frustration, there have been more than one other woman who tried to complete the renovations needed to make into something acceptable....it ain't worked yet. The thing is, the lady who now wields the tools seems to be quite single-minded in her pursuit of a finished job. She shows absolutely no sign of giving up and moving on to another project, but, dammit, she still has her work cut out for her. I will be the first to admit that men are not perfect....yeah, I know, hard to believe isn't it. I KNOW we all have a few little quirks that women seem to attach way too much significance to. 1. Men scratch.....Yeah, so live with it! We itch so we scratch, is that so hard to understand? 2.Men do not pick up after themselves..... Come on, if God had meant for men to pick up their own messes, we would have been born with garbage bags attached to our bodies! That's why many men look forward to being married...to have someone besides their mom to do that for them. 3.Men Look.... Now this one is my own pet peeve. Is it so hard to understand that if a good looking woman comes, oh I don't know, maybe within 200 yards, a man is going to look at her. The length and the intensity of the look corresponds directly with the amount of skin said good looking woman is showing. I have heard more complaints from women on this than any other problem. Ladies....just because we look does not mean we touch, for God's sake. Hell if one of those lookers ever made a move on me I would run like a scared rabbit!! I must admit that Mel has managed, in her work on me, to alter my looking habits somewhat. I can still manage to look, but I now do it without turning my head, slobbering, or howling. You would be surprised what repeated, well placed, head slaps will accomplish. 4. Don't ask a man what he is thinking unless you really want to know..... Men are literal thinkers. Our minds work along just a few very simple lines of thought. Take the other night. We were laying in bed, watching TV. I had the Travel channel on watching a show about the ten top beaches in Florida. It was showing Miami beach...full of bikini-clad beauties, running, bouncing, up and down the beach and in the water. Mel picked that time to ask me, "What are you thinking about?" I told her. BAM! Next thing I know, I'm in the living room with my pillow and that damn Sherman was laying on my side of the bed! 5. Men aren't smart enough to lie well....Dang, women, please do NOT ask your man his opinion on how a dress looks on you, or whether you need to start that diet, or any other question that has more than ONE answer. The effort and the strain of trying to figure out what we are supposed to say...then choosing wrong and saying something stupid, is really painful to us...SO STOP IT! So there you have it...Men are works-in-progress, but don't be surprised if you are never able to get the construction perfect. You might just have to settle for "comfortable" and leave Perfection to the professionals! |
| One of the problems a blogger faces when they are well into their second blog is repetition: "Have I already said this in a blog?" This is a problem which quite a few of us here grapple with on a daily basis. I mean, come on, nobody wants to end up sounding like their senile aunt Lucy, repeating oft told stories until all the party goers at the family reunion succumb and fall into a stupor on the lawn next to the barbeque pit. I have completed one blog already and now am almost half-way through a second one. Roughly 720 entries all told, most around a thousand words, and I have to wonder.....how many times have I repeated myself in my blog? I try to vary my blog entries. I have always alternated between humor, rant, and remembrances, and not have too much of any one thing. I have readers who write me that they love to read my humorous pieces, I have some more who write to tell me how much they enjoy my rants, and then some tell me they would prefer my memories to any of the others. An even larger number always write to thank me for having a black day...I think CC pays them to say that! Now there are those who will delete old entries in their blog in order to put in new ones and delay reaching the magic 500th entry and the end of the blog. I have never been one to ascribe to that practice. I figure 500 entries is enough for anyone....no use to torture them any longer. I think that when this blog is finished, I will combine the two blogs into a book. I may call upon you all to help me come up with a name for this future mediocre-seller. I was thinking something along the lines of: Essays From a Redneck....is that too classy? Anyway...like I was saying...We worry about repeating ourselves in our blog. This brings me (Finally) to the topic of today's offering. Uh....wait, no I can't use that one. I did it already about two months ago. Uh...no, can't do that one either. I just realized.....I don't have ONE central topic today! Well, I mean I did have a couple but I think I already did them somewhere, sometime. I know, I'm starting to sound like aunt Lucy aren't I. Dang. Okay, okay....I got it! I just want to say hello and welcome to any and all new bloggers who happen to fall into this space by some cosmic freak of chance and have read this far. Blogville is a wonderful place and you will find many warm and gentle people out there who are just waiting to become your regular readers. The thing is though, you have to invest your time and effort not just writing a good blog (don't repeat yourself) but you also have to go out and read and comment to others. If you don't do that, you will be very slow to gain readers and your blog will gather cobwebs and stuff. One of my greatest joys on this site is to discover new, talented people and their interesting, entertaining, and informative, blogs. I want to leave you with a plug for one of those people. He is fairly new and his blog fits all those adjectives I just wrote up there. I believe that one day Carolina Blue will have the top rated blog on this site...that's how good it is.
And now I will end your pain by ending this entry, but I think I will end it with a joke, told to me by one of my customers....gotta love em! "The other day a very mysterious thing happened. A man in Australia and a man in New York City had the very same thought at the very same moment in time. The man in Australia was walking a tight-rope suspended three hundred feet over a gorge which had a raging river boiling through it. The man in New York was making love to a 80 year old prostitute. What was the thought they shared, you ask? "DON'T LOOK DOWN!!" Good bye! |
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