Jul 15, 2014

That moment when. .

. . it's the middle of night and the dog goes from dead asleep to flying off the bed barking his fool head off. I go from a DEEP sleep ( which by the way is very difficult to achieve ) to instantly awake with my heart racing out of my bloody chest.
I think I'm going to buy a nerf gun, keep it close and and shoot the little frigger every time he pulls that crap. Do you know how long it takes me to fall back asleep after??

. . I want to get out of my vehicle at a red light, walk over to the very new very yellow convertible corvette, tap the old dude on the shoulder ( I'm talking white hair with, yes, the famous comb over) open palm gesture the entire vehicle and say, " Why, old man, why? "

. . I can finally
                                (fess up, you are SO singing it right now :-P)

. . the fence goes up between me and my neighbour and we're suddenly on speaking terms after 4 years? Yup, the old adage holds true, Peeps.

. . I get woken up by the sound of a steaming hot cup of coffee being placed on my bedside table. I'd marry that boy all over again on that one alone.

. . I think I'm all clever, stealthy and shit. ( I tried bringing up the James Bond tune in my head but all I came up with was the Pink Panther. Oh well, more my style )
I'm still giggling over my cleverness. Hey, give me this one mmkay? it doesn't happen often.

. . I write a post in my blog after a long long time of not writing anything.

Jun 29, 2014

May 22, 2014

What once was a home. .

“Home is one's birthplace, ratified by memory.”

Abandoned houses hold a fascination of their own. The stories they would tell if they could. . . 

May 9, 2014

"Man is a dog's idea of what God should be."

Once upon a time there was a dog and a man

Who frolicked and played

Lending a helping hand

Watching each other's backs

Never straying too far from one another

. . . and then they were gone.

Apr 4, 2014

It takes a special kind of . . .

To pass through the back alley with a backhoe, bucket down, early in the morning when the ice/snow has frozen over from the overnight temperature nosedive. My town's tax dollars at it's best.

Self entitlement
to pull a u turn just before a light, to which yours was red. You made everyone wait because it wasn't a u-turn, it was a four point effing asshole self entitled 180 turn.

Not to bring your cart back to it's holding pen at the grocery store but rather leave it right in front of the driver's door of the car beside you. May the doors of every car held together by duct tape within a 100 mile range park really close beside you.

To bring your world down to one 'subject'. To not explore outside your box. Creativity stilted. You become a mere one colour and one gets tired to looking at the same shade all the time.

To continually take and not give. Or is this ego I wonder?

And some just don't have it. Despite the effort. Again is this ego I wonder?

Of self esteem to constantly seek attention. Why? Why does one need it so? Not the kind of attention that sustains and allows one to learn either. The shallow meaningless kind, the fluff. Sorry but I refuse to buy cheap seats to your show.

Not to reach out and throat punch many people that fit the above categories. Yes, I agree, I should be commended. ;-)