BOLD 58
"Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth
shut."--Ernest Hemingway
"Give me the strength and courage to search for the truth, but spare me the comapny of those who know it."--Pam Landsen
You can not go from having the body of Chris Farley to having the body of Lance Armstrong over night. I have lost nearly 40 pounds, most all of it in my gut, and I still have a way to go(about 25 more pounds I am guessing). But losing the weight is not enough for me, so as well as doing my Yoga, riding my bike, and walking the dogs, I am going to join a gym, get a personal trainer, and start lifting weights when the money thing becomes stable enough to let me do so. I like being able to look in the mirror, and not be embarrassed by what I see.
My dogs don't like pretzels. I put two piles of them on the carpet, yesterday, for them to munch on. Now, I have crunched pretzels all about the abode, and the vacuum cleaner is still broke. I learned, after I quit drinking, that the quality of my problems is high these days!
I went for two bike rides, today, which is a super-duper world's record for me. In the morning I rode to my credit union, which is about a half hour away on bike, and about 15 minutes to get back home, riding those lovely hills in the fun, but not weight losing, direction. Tonight I did four loops in the park, which is about a mile. The ride took me about 25 minutes to complete. I did a decent Yoga session before each bike ride. I am going to fucking be Superman, I tell you.
It is a beautiful morning here at The K Hotel. The animals are all resting, after having had a hearty breakfast. It is cool on the front lawn. I transferred one of my ferns, yesterday, to the large vase that sits at the front door that leads to this mansion. I think that it had outgrown the pot that I had it in. This morning,I rained water down upon it from a water jug, and it seemed happy.
When I am doing chair back bend, I don't care who is Republican, and who is Democratic: I am completely in the now. Wow!(Who would have ever thought?)
I am snacking on a bowl of Trader Joe's Chicken Noodle Soup that I have saturated with Garlic Powder, and laced with Sriracha Hot Chili Sauce. My tongue is on fire; my eyes are watering. Man, it's great to be alive!
I can not prove the existence of my God, any more than any of you can prove the existence of Your Jesus. I enjoy my faith, though it may be different than your faith, which I am sure that you enjoy, even if your are Agnostic, or Atheistic. Religious Freedom is a great thing, and it must exist within relationships, within families, as well as within this Great Nation of ours. I love you. Peace be with you.
I did a search, yesterday, for home remedies for allergies, and one of the remedies was green tea. Historically, I have shunned green tea, but today I added a teaspoon of stevia to a cup of green tea, and added four ice cubes, and, now, I am really enjoying green tea; it is cheaper, and better for me, than the pills that I have been buying from the pharmacy to treat my allergies, which I believe are primarily caused by all the animal hair that all my animals generate in this apartment.
I have five dogs here with me, in this small space, today,and they are all asleep. Next to Henry, the great Great Dane, who lives next door, but who I am babysitting for a week, on the floor, is my prized teddy bear, The Last Teddy Bear I have that belonged to one of the kids, when they were a kid, and were into Teddy Bears. Henry can't have it; it is mine!!
Up at 4:50. Let Freedom Ring. Henry wasn't sleeping well, and of course, he was sleeping in the bed next to me, so I got up, and let all five dogs outside. For a bit, they all milled about me, thinking that something was going to happen, but all that happened was that I made myself some coffee, and sat down at my desk. All 5 dogs are now back to sleep.
Bummer. I spaced on giving the dogs their heart worm pills, and now I am going to have to pay to have another heart worm test done on each dog, and go through the fear that they might have heart worms until these tests are done.
Before scooting out The Door, to sell, sell, sell, I am cooking my two specialties: banana bread, and chili, at the same time. The dogs have been walked, the poems have been written; someone needs to clean the top of the oven, mop the kitchen floor, bring a vacuum cleaner over here, so that I can vacuum. I have the worst luck with vacuum cleaners. Do you think that it is because of all this dog, and cat hair that exists in this abode?
I go on the board tonight. It seems that when you don't kill yourself getting there on time, and you leave early that you do better!!
I don't feel like walking the dogs, but I am going to because that is the kind of Papa I am to these animals.
We have walked, and now, I really can't see any reason not to crawl into the sack. I might watch my newest comes in the mail cd, "Forgetting Sarah Marshall." I think that it is supposed to be funny, but beyond that I haven't a clue what the movie is about; I'm not even sure why I ordered it. Are we ever sure about many of the things that we do?
As I was still trying to sleep, Henry the great Great Dane, who lives next door was barking his buttocks off. I got up, and let him outside, and he immediately sprayed liquid poop all over the lawn. Often dogs bark for a reason. I let him go back home, and he kept barking, this time because he wanted to come visit us over here. His sister, Anna, moved fast out of their apartment also, and they are now both, quietly, visiting. Yeah!
Henry, and Anna, have not visited with us in awhile, and it is good to have them over here, today.
I like how my cats do not feel the need to move when I come their way, whether they are sleeping, or they are just lazing about the abode. However, I want my dogs to get out of my way when I walk anywhere near them. Morrison is good about this, but Dylan is, sometimes, slow about it. They are all, cats, and dogs, works in progress, and so am I. Back to bed, dogs, and cats.
Something that you don't see much around here, that is happening now: Jaggar waiting in line behind Kobain, as Kobain eats the new cat food. Usually, Jaggar dominates the bowl of dry cat food, while Kobain is the master of the wet snack that the duo is fed in the morning.
Two things are new about this: !) when I had the cheap generic grocery store brand food up there in the bowl on top of the clothes washer, Kobain hardly ever ate out of that bowl, and 2) Jaggar has always had full access to that bowl by himself, and looks a bit confused by the fact that he has to wait, and that Kobain is in front of him!
I got on the board, last night, with just short of a thousand dollars worth of ticket sales. It was my birthday, and what a great gift it was to be able to do so well. My weekly goal, for this week, is two grand, and I hit for half of it in one fell swoop!
My birthday was most excellent. The high of it turned out to be all the birthday greetings that I received from friends and stranger via social media. Greetings just kept coming, and coming; it was quite a fun experience. My kids sent me special shout outs of, "I love you," on the phone. We had all gotten together the day before, in person, at a great restaurant to celebrate Father's Day, and My Birthday at the same time. I am kind of like people who are born on December 23; I, often, get a two for one holiday celebration.
My youngest son, Graem, and I, are saving cash to go to Ireland. My parents came from there, and I think that it would be fun to return to The Old Country with my son. I'm thinking to land in Dublin, where my mother is from, and then go to Kinnitty, where my dad grew up. I have been to Ireland twice in my life, but both times were when I was very young. The things I remember most are how good the chocolate was, and that my grandmother spanked me! If you know anything about Ireland, let me know what you know! What is the best time to fly over there; the off-season as they say? I hate to stand in line for anything.
I'm going to The Zoo on Friday. I have not been to The Zoo in decades. I am going to The Zoo with
a pair of seven year old twins. I have not been around twins since my junior year in high school, when I hung out, and played tennis with two twins.
Life is certainly rewarding. I am hugely glad to be alive.
I'm the man your mother hung up on
Selling on the phone: I have had a man threaten to have me arrested. I have had a woman scream into the phone, "Something is burning...I HAVE TO GO!!" One woman was, "Watching John Stewart," so she hung up on my co-worker. A man's mother told me how nice my name was. A lady sounded like she was doing Quaaludes, so I let her go. Mary Bangs. John Raper. Les Stoner. There is a lot of singing the blues on the part of the folks at the other end of the telephone when I call them, and try to get them to buy!
I lost my job. My mother is sick. I'm moving. I'm retired. I'm too old to drive. I'm blind. I'm deaf. I'm dumb. Well, they don't call themselves dumb, but many of them sure act dumb when it gets time to pull out the credit card, and give me that number. I have chatted with a woman about the sale while she was going through the drive through at Starbucks. I asked her to order me a venti Americano with room for cream. She laughed, and then asked me to call her back.
I am tired, today, and would rather be taking a nap, but I don't get paid to take naps. "You're wasting my minutes..." said one person. Someone's email said, "proverbs." so I decided that if I reached them that I was going to speak very Heavenly. They didn't answer. Go to Hell! (Kidding. Kidding; I'm just kidding!)
I will always wonder if something was really burning in that lady's house, or if she just, suddenly, turned actress to get rid of me.
"I'm at dinner," is a leading reason to get rid of me. There are parts of the day, sometimes, where it takes courage to keep dialing. Some people have three numbers listed, and they don't answer any of them.
No amount of wishing, or prayer, makes them answer that phone. It is more the luck of the draw, and an act of happenstance, that occurs when a human says hello into your ear. It is much like winning at a game of craps just to have them answer the phone. I don't understand why people give their work number out to us, and then get mad when we call them at work.
Everyone of us who works here has a nice voice. You can't tell what any of us look like.
An aspect of this job that I like is that I am learning to overcome my fears. They call me the hippy at work: my beard, and my hair are long. I'm letting my Freak Flag fly, and the people at the other end of the phone don't know it.
It was nice talking to you; have a nice day.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
Do you want to be The Fan, or The Star?
Made two sales,tonight, but ended the night getting a stern chat from the boss about one that he said I let slip away. The old me would have gotten pissed off and said why wasn't I getting patted on the back for making the two sales? My boss mostly made sense, pointing out ways that objections could have been handles, but I strongly disagree with him when he said that I was not getting any better.
Poor Henry is barking incessantly. It is frustrating for him, and I. He barked much of last night. He hates to be alone. We do the best that we can with our pets. When we work, or go out, they have to be by themselves. I am selling from 10 to 2. I got a nice lecture from my boss last night about selling, and I am going to incorporate it into my work, this morning. Sell. Sell. Sell!!!
No sale today; but the promise of one at 4pm on Monday from A Nice Lady who I have been playing phone tag with back, and forth.I know that a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, and that you can't count your eggs until they are hatched, but sometimes, you just have to have faith. Looks like a storm is coming up. I am glad that I am home with the dogs.
For two days in a row I have poured regular cow's milk into my coffee, instead of soy creamer; absentmindedly. It is cool in this apartment, this morning, with the air conditioners not running. I wonder what temperatures lie ahead, today? It is my day off from work; I have earned it. I am going to love it, and embrace it. I hope that your day is blessed.
Mo, Dylan, and I just did a half hour walk in The Park. It was cool, and not crowded, which was also cool! My apple cider vinegar drink seems to have left me a bit short, just a bit, now, in the acid reflux dept., so I just drank 8 oz. of water with a tablespoon of baking soda. That concoction really helps the situation.
Made two sales,tonight, but ended the night getting a stern chat from the boss about one that he said I let slip away. The old me would have gotten pissed off and said why wasn't I getting patted on the back for making the two sales? My boss mostly made sense, pointing out ways that objections could have been handles, but I strongly disagree with him when he said that I was not getting any better.
Poor Henry is barking incessantly. It is frustrating for him, and I. He barked much of last night. He hates to be alone. We do the best that we can with our pets. When we work, or go out, they have to be by themselves. I am selling from 10 to 2. I got a nice lecture from my boss last night about selling, and I am going to incorporate it into my work, this morning. Sell. Sell. Sell!!!
No sale today; but the promise of one at 4pm on Monday from A Nice Lady who I have been playing phone tag with back, and forth.I know that a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, and that you can't count your eggs until they are hatched, but sometimes, you just have to have faith. Looks like a storm is coming up. I am glad that I am home with the dogs.
For two days in a row I have poured regular cow's milk into my coffee, instead of soy creamer; absentmindedly. It is cool in this apartment, this morning, with the air conditioners not running. I wonder what temperatures lie ahead, today? It is my day off from work; I have earned it. I am going to love it, and embrace it. I hope that your day is blessed.
Mo, Dylan, and I just did a half hour walk in The Park. It was cool, and not crowded, which was also cool! My apple cider vinegar drink seems to have left me a bit short, just a bit, now, in the acid reflux dept., so I just drank 8 oz. of water with a tablespoon of baking soda. That concoction really helps the situation.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
"The longer I live the more beautiful life becomes."
--Frank Lloyd Wright
Up at 6:07...sell, sell, sell; no, just kidding!!!
"Your dissertations never cease to amaze me..."--Lisa Yarish
"Accept responsibility for your life. Know that it is you who
will get you where you want to go, no one else."--Les Brown
I wonder if the girls who scooped up Mick Jagger's leftover pizza crusts from his plate, at the old Fellini's in Little Five Points, when he was in town, years ago, to shoot the movie, "Free Jack," still have the crusts?
Dylan used to drag me when we went for a walk. It was miserable to be at the other end of the leash from him. I worked with him, and worked with him, and, today, I was pleased to note that Dylan is almost as easy, now, to walk as Morisson. HUGE obstacles can be overcome!!
I'm tired. I had good news at The Endocrinologist's Office, but I'll tell you about it tomorrow. Good night my pals.
Up at 7:37. As well as coffee, I am sipping on a drink of apple cider vinegar, & water, touched with stevia. It is a refreshing drink that does wonders for my acid reflux. Kudos to Rich Morarre, & the others who turned me onto this concoction; you have save me from pain, & you have spared me the big cost of the little pills that that I have long bought from the pharmacy; knowledge is king, and friendship is golden.
Coffee is The King of my morning. The Good News from The Endocrinologist's office is that my diabetes is way in check. It is so in check that The Good Doctor took me off of Glipizide, which I have been on for years. I think that it is always good when you can be on less medication. He wants me to take fish oil pills, and to continue eating right, and exercising. Yeah!!
I took a morning Yoga class, today, because I can't take my usual evening Yoga class due to work. It was an exhilerating class. I feel very relaxed right now, as I eat chips and salsa for lunch.
Up at 6:05. I am really irritated with how Microsoft Corporation can just hijack your computer, to install updates, and reconfigure, whenever they want to. It seems like they should ask first. Frigging Hitler-like behavior, it is. Anyway, welcome to a bright, and beautiful new day: all things are possible!!! Smile!
"Yoga is the cessation of movements in the consciousness."--BKS Iyengar
When I was new to Iyengar Yoga, it was all I could do to keep up in class. I was overweight, and very unlimber. The good thing about this, was that I was totally focused on The Yoga, when I was in class, because it took everything that I had to keep up with what was going on in the class.
I had no thoughts of over things; things such as prospective love, rent payments due, a job that needed to be found did not enter into my mind. I have been on the Iyengar Yoga mat for three years, now; and I am by no means an expert at the art, but where I could not see my toes, three years ago, I can now touch them.
Too often, though, in class, my mind wanders from where it should be. When I find the instructor talking about things that I do not understand, I start thinking of things that I do understand, such as which paycheck will allow me to get new handlebars for my bike.
I have always had this mind wandering issue. As far back as second grade, when I sat at my little wooden desk, in front of the nun, my mind would leave the classroom, and focus on things that I found more interesting than the punctuation lesson at hand. Does this indicate some sort of limited attention span? Do I need some sort of a pill to help me concentrate better in Yoga?
I can smell the metal on the pot, that is on the stove, as it gets warmer. It reminds me that I am boiling eggs, and to, not yet, head out the door with the dogs for a walk.
I just paid ten dollars to a bike shop so that my front brake pad would not rub up against my bicycle wheel, and it is still rubbing up against the wheel. This is the second bike shop where I have taken this bike for this problem. What's up bike mechanic people!!? No sales, today, nothing on the board. I haven't made a sale since Monday.
Most everyone, today, asked to be "taken off the list," or clicked, or slammed the phone in my ear. Tomorrow is another sale's day!
I just paid ten dollars to a bike shop so that my front brake pad would not rub up against my bicycle wheel, and it is still rubbing up against the wheel. This is the second bike shop where I have taken this bike for this problem. What's up bike mechanic people!!? No sales, today, nothing on the board. I haven't made a sale since Monday.
If the first two pages are any indication, I just started reading a book that is going to be incredible. It is called, "A River Runs Through It," and it is by Norman Maclean. I dug the movie, "Black Swan:" it was weird, and intense. Bob Dylan once sang, or said, "You'll know that you're at the bottom, when you've reached the top." I wonder if Bob ever needed anti-depressants?
I am also starting to read, "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory," by Roald Dahl. Our second opera is called, "The Golden Ticket," and it is based on this book. Hmmmmm, I wouldn't mind some chocolate right now!!
I wonder who Dylan's dad was? Or Morisson's? Or Kobain's? Or Jaggar's? Or Rue Paul's? Or Prynce's? Do animals not need a father in their lives?
--Frank Lloyd Wright
Up at 6:07...sell, sell, sell; no, just kidding!!!
"Your dissertations never cease to amaze me..."--Lisa Yarish
"Accept responsibility for your life. Know that it is you who
will get you where you want to go, no one else."--Les Brown
I wonder if the girls who scooped up Mick Jagger's leftover pizza crusts from his plate, at the old Fellini's in Little Five Points, when he was in town, years ago, to shoot the movie, "Free Jack," still have the crusts?
Dylan used to drag me when we went for a walk. It was miserable to be at the other end of the leash from him. I worked with him, and worked with him, and, today, I was pleased to note that Dylan is almost as easy, now, to walk as Morisson. HUGE obstacles can be overcome!!
I'm tired. I had good news at The Endocrinologist's Office, but I'll tell you about it tomorrow. Good night my pals.
Up at 7:37. As well as coffee, I am sipping on a drink of apple cider vinegar, & water, touched with stevia. It is a refreshing drink that does wonders for my acid reflux. Kudos to Rich Morarre, & the others who turned me onto this concoction; you have save me from pain, & you have spared me the big cost of the little pills that that I have long bought from the pharmacy; knowledge is king, and friendship is golden.
Coffee is The King of my morning. The Good News from The Endocrinologist's office is that my diabetes is way in check. It is so in check that The Good Doctor took me off of Glipizide, which I have been on for years. I think that it is always good when you can be on less medication. He wants me to take fish oil pills, and to continue eating right, and exercising. Yeah!!
I took a morning Yoga class, today, because I can't take my usual evening Yoga class due to work. It was an exhilerating class. I feel very relaxed right now, as I eat chips and salsa for lunch.
Up at 6:05. I am really irritated with how Microsoft Corporation can just hijack your computer, to install updates, and reconfigure, whenever they want to. It seems like they should ask first. Frigging Hitler-like behavior, it is. Anyway, welcome to a bright, and beautiful new day: all things are possible!!! Smile!
"Yoga is the cessation of movements in the consciousness."--BKS Iyengar
When I was new to Iyengar Yoga, it was all I could do to keep up in class. I was overweight, and very unlimber. The good thing about this, was that I was totally focused on The Yoga, when I was in class, because it took everything that I had to keep up with what was going on in the class.
I had no thoughts of over things; things such as prospective love, rent payments due, a job that needed to be found did not enter into my mind. I have been on the Iyengar Yoga mat for three years, now; and I am by no means an expert at the art, but where I could not see my toes, three years ago, I can now touch them.
Too often, though, in class, my mind wanders from where it should be. When I find the instructor talking about things that I do not understand, I start thinking of things that I do understand, such as which paycheck will allow me to get new handlebars for my bike.
I have always had this mind wandering issue. As far back as second grade, when I sat at my little wooden desk, in front of the nun, my mind would leave the classroom, and focus on things that I found more interesting than the punctuation lesson at hand. Does this indicate some sort of limited attention span? Do I need some sort of a pill to help me concentrate better in Yoga?
I can smell the metal on the pot, that is on the stove, as it gets warmer. It reminds me that I am boiling eggs, and to, not yet, head out the door with the dogs for a walk.
I just paid ten dollars to a bike shop so that my front brake pad would not rub up against my bicycle wheel, and it is still rubbing up against the wheel. This is the second bike shop where I have taken this bike for this problem. What's up bike mechanic people!!? No sales, today, nothing on the board. I haven't made a sale since Monday.
Most everyone, today, asked to be "taken off the list," or clicked, or slammed the phone in my ear. Tomorrow is another sale's day!
I just paid ten dollars to a bike shop so that my front brake pad would not rub up against my bicycle wheel, and it is still rubbing up against the wheel. This is the second bike shop where I have taken this bike for this problem. What's up bike mechanic people!!? No sales, today, nothing on the board. I haven't made a sale since Monday.
If the first two pages are any indication, I just started reading a book that is going to be incredible. It is called, "A River Runs Through It," and it is by Norman Maclean. I dug the movie, "Black Swan:" it was weird, and intense. Bob Dylan once sang, or said, "You'll know that you're at the bottom, when you've reached the top." I wonder if Bob ever needed anti-depressants?
I am also starting to read, "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory," by Roald Dahl. Our second opera is called, "The Golden Ticket," and it is based on this book. Hmmmmm, I wouldn't mind some chocolate right now!!
I wonder who Dylan's dad was? Or Morisson's? Or Kobain's? Or Jaggar's? Or Rue Paul's? Or Prynce's? Do animals not need a father in their lives?
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
You will love Susan Henderson's stunning novel, "Up From The Blue," no matter what kind of childhood you had, but if being a child was hard for you, if you didn't feel loved as a child, even though, on the surface, things seemed to be normal in your existence, you will totally relate to Tillie, the protagonist of this story.
When people move, they usually leave behind things, things too cumbersome to bring with them, or things not really needed. When Tillie's family moved, so that her, on the surface, successful career military father could, once again, advance his career, not only were many of Tillie's favorite toys left behind, in the process, but, somehow, her not quite right in the head mother got lost in the shuffle. For this, Tillie points a finger at her father, as she so often does through out this book.
I don't think that I have ever cared so much about a character in a book. Each page that I learn a bit about Tillie makes me want to jump to the next page to learn more about Tillie. I care about Tillie, and my heart aches for her. I want to see her have a happy ending.
Though the two books are greatly disimilar, Ms. Henderson has done the same fine job that Janine Walls did in her book, "The Glass Castle," of involving you in the story. I was unable to put either book down.
Tillie is not an innocent victim in her world. She has a strained relationship not only with her father, but with her brother, her schoolmates, her friends, and her teacher. In a sense, she is a rebel without a cause in most of what she does, except in her relationship with her mother who she finds living, hidden, in the basement of the family's new house.
There are bits and pieces of Holden Caufield in Tillie. Both are tortured souls, creating most of their own mental barriers, and confusion. I can't remember if Holden worked his issues out by the end of, "The Catcher in the Rye," and I won't tell you if Tillie does.
I will tell you that Tillie, and Susan Henderson, will pull you into a story that is faxcinating, amazing, wonderful, brilliant, entertaining, challenging; a story that will drive you from one chapter to the next, wanting to find out what happens, but never really wanting the story to end.
When people move, they usually leave behind things, things too cumbersome to bring with them, or things not really needed. When Tillie's family moved, so that her, on the surface, successful career military father could, once again, advance his career, not only were many of Tillie's favorite toys left behind, in the process, but, somehow, her not quite right in the head mother got lost in the shuffle. For this, Tillie points a finger at her father, as she so often does through out this book.
I don't think that I have ever cared so much about a character in a book. Each page that I learn a bit about Tillie makes me want to jump to the next page to learn more about Tillie. I care about Tillie, and my heart aches for her. I want to see her have a happy ending.
Though the two books are greatly disimilar, Ms. Henderson has done the same fine job that Janine Walls did in her book, "The Glass Castle," of involving you in the story. I was unable to put either book down.
Tillie is not an innocent victim in her world. She has a strained relationship not only with her father, but with her brother, her schoolmates, her friends, and her teacher. In a sense, she is a rebel without a cause in most of what she does, except in her relationship with her mother who she finds living, hidden, in the basement of the family's new house.
There are bits and pieces of Holden Caufield in Tillie. Both are tortured souls, creating most of their own mental barriers, and confusion. I can't remember if Holden worked his issues out by the end of, "The Catcher in the Rye," and I won't tell you if Tillie does.
I will tell you that Tillie, and Susan Henderson, will pull you into a story that is faxcinating, amazing, wonderful, brilliant, entertaining, challenging; a story that will drive you from one chapter to the next, wanting to find out what happens, but never really wanting the story to end.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
"If you realize that all things change, there is nothing you will try to hold on to. If you are not afraid of dying, there is nothing you cannot achieve."--Lao Tzu
"A woman is like a tea bag - you can't tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water."
--Eleanor Roosevelt
"A woman at 20 is like ice, at 30 she is warm and at 40 she is hot."
--Gina Lollobrigida
Momma, don't let your babies grow up to be Poets.
I love the heat. I love the heat. I love the heat: I have decided to try a new approach; instead of bitching about the heat all summer, I am going to try to embrace it, love it, and thank it for being here for my attitude about the heat sets my attitude in general, and I don't want to have a shitty attitude.
I made a sale, tonight; woot, woot. It takes a bit of pressure off, but I am salivating like a Pavlov's Dog to make more, more, more sales. I got on the board, and I want to stay there!!
Morisson, and I, just took a nice walk around the block a couple of times. It wasn't our normal block, the block that our abode sits on, but it was the block a bit north of us that is covered in shade that we walked, this morning. Trees are such a wonderful thing; don't you think?
I had forgotten how much my dogs love ice. I put a tray of ice, less two cubes, into their drinking water, after we got back from our walk, and then I hollered out, "Who's been good?" which is my cue that some sort of nice treat is at hand, and threw the ice to the dogs. The dogs caught the ice in the air, and are licking it now. Thank God for the little things; you know?
I guess that I must be really old fashioned, or something, but I just don't get the style of a man wearing his pants down below his ass, showing off his underwear. When these guys pass me on the sidewalk, I feel as if they are sort of exposing themselves to me.
Ga. Power has decided that I have been paying too slow; their remedy: to add a hefty deposit to my bill, so instead of having all this extra money due to now having a job, I will be scraping for groceries for the next two weeks. I am glad to have power in my abode, & would be glad for any cash that you put in the tip jar to help the situation. I will provide you with E copies of K Poems, or K Memoirs for doing so.
Is poetry a craft, or an art?
I am tired, but it is one of those nights where I don't want to go to bed. I'm eating an Italian Ice that my daughter left in the refrigerator when she was over here the other day, hoping that she left if for me! Shawtie goes home tomorrow. It will be weird walking only two dogs, again, and weird not having her around here. She has been really good this time.
Am I real, or Memorex?
Got no rock star ambitions
when I'm working 9 to 5.
I have Gastroesophageal Reflux Disease.
I am studying, "The Close," because I need to close some deals this week, and not just have brilliant conversations with people who say NO to me.
How about adding peanut butter to the mayonnaise on a bologna sandwich?
The front brake on my bike fell off, yesterday, in Little Five Points, and when I got to The Bike Shop they were closed, so I locked the bike to a tree in a friend's back yard, and, now, I am headed to get the bike, and to head back to The Bike Shop, not complaining, at all, about the heat, but loving it. The dogs just got a hot walk; yeah!!
I got my bike fixed, and then I rode it home from Little Five Points to Midtown in the beautiful heat. Sometimes, a bologna on white bread sandwich, with mayonnaise, appeals to me like nothing else. I think that a nap is in order; I really do.
Day off: yes! (Let's hear it for days off!)
No sales tonight: so close, and yet so far away. I walked the dogs, today, I rode my bike, I swam, and I did Yoga. What a great, great day. Tomorrow is another day to make sales. Shawtie will be leaving us in minutes. We will miss her, this time, when she goes, because she was so sweet.
"A woman is like a tea bag - you can't tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water."
--Eleanor Roosevelt
"A woman at 20 is like ice, at 30 she is warm and at 40 she is hot."
--Gina Lollobrigida
Momma, don't let your babies grow up to be Poets.
I love the heat. I love the heat. I love the heat: I have decided to try a new approach; instead of bitching about the heat all summer, I am going to try to embrace it, love it, and thank it for being here for my attitude about the heat sets my attitude in general, and I don't want to have a shitty attitude.
I made a sale, tonight; woot, woot. It takes a bit of pressure off, but I am salivating like a Pavlov's Dog to make more, more, more sales. I got on the board, and I want to stay there!!
Morisson, and I, just took a nice walk around the block a couple of times. It wasn't our normal block, the block that our abode sits on, but it was the block a bit north of us that is covered in shade that we walked, this morning. Trees are such a wonderful thing; don't you think?
I had forgotten how much my dogs love ice. I put a tray of ice, less two cubes, into their drinking water, after we got back from our walk, and then I hollered out, "Who's been good?" which is my cue that some sort of nice treat is at hand, and threw the ice to the dogs. The dogs caught the ice in the air, and are licking it now. Thank God for the little things; you know?
I guess that I must be really old fashioned, or something, but I just don't get the style of a man wearing his pants down below his ass, showing off his underwear. When these guys pass me on the sidewalk, I feel as if they are sort of exposing themselves to me.
Ga. Power has decided that I have been paying too slow; their remedy: to add a hefty deposit to my bill, so instead of having all this extra money due to now having a job, I will be scraping for groceries for the next two weeks. I am glad to have power in my abode, & would be glad for any cash that you put in the tip jar to help the situation. I will provide you with E copies of K Poems, or K Memoirs for doing so.
Is poetry a craft, or an art?
I am tired, but it is one of those nights where I don't want to go to bed. I'm eating an Italian Ice that my daughter left in the refrigerator when she was over here the other day, hoping that she left if for me! Shawtie goes home tomorrow. It will be weird walking only two dogs, again, and weird not having her around here. She has been really good this time.
Am I real, or Memorex?
Got no rock star ambitions
when I'm working 9 to 5.
I have Gastroesophageal Reflux Disease.
I am studying, "The Close," because I need to close some deals this week, and not just have brilliant conversations with people who say NO to me.
How about adding peanut butter to the mayonnaise on a bologna sandwich?
The front brake on my bike fell off, yesterday, in Little Five Points, and when I got to The Bike Shop they were closed, so I locked the bike to a tree in a friend's back yard, and, now, I am headed to get the bike, and to head back to The Bike Shop, not complaining, at all, about the heat, but loving it. The dogs just got a hot walk; yeah!!
I got my bike fixed, and then I rode it home from Little Five Points to Midtown in the beautiful heat. Sometimes, a bologna on white bread sandwich, with mayonnaise, appeals to me like nothing else. I think that a nap is in order; I really do.
Day off: yes! (Let's hear it for days off!)
No sales tonight: so close, and yet so far away. I walked the dogs, today, I rode my bike, I swam, and I did Yoga. What a great, great day. Tomorrow is another day to make sales. Shawtie will be leaving us in minutes. We will miss her, this time, when she goes, because she was so sweet.
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