Just wanted to say thanks to all that have bought my book in the last few days. I am humbled by the numbers. I hope you have enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. Again thank you so very much. I never guessed it would get off the ground so fast.
If you are interested please check it out at Amazon.
Several things have kept me from writing as late. The main thing I have been working on a new book. Check it out on Amazon and read a few chapters for free. If you like it down load it and tell a few people, If you don’t keep it to yourself. lol
Even if you don’t buy it I would love to know what you think.
I am not much on sharing my personal life on the blog. Today I feel in the Christmas spirit so I will.
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Hi Sweetheart, I am sorry about getting into an argument about putting up the Holiday lights. I guess that sometimes I feel like you are pushing me too hard when you want something. I realize that I was wrong and I am apologizing for being such a hard-headed guy. All I want is for you to be happy and be able to enjoy the holiday season. Nothing brightens the holidayspirit like holiday lights! I took the time to hang the lights for you today; and now I will be off to the hockey rink. Again, I am very sorry for the way I acted yesterday. I’ll be home later. Love you gary Hi Honey, I love you too! Pam |
Christmas starts a little too early at my house. It actually starts the day after Thanksgiving to be exact. My wife loves Christmas. You might even call her a Christmas Addict.
Typically I have to work the Friday after Thanksgiving. That means I get to miss out on all the decorating. This year I was off so guess how I spent my Friday morning.
If you haven’t guessed, I will tell you. Hand me that, tack this there. Move it to the right. That is too far move it back some the other way. Not that way, the other way. Then there was get that down. Be careful with that.
Yes my friends, for me work is where I belong on black and dark Friday.
The afternoon was spent looking through piles of stomped on items at the mall. To her credit she did take me to a very nice restaurant. I had a bowl of soup and a $15.00 hamburger. I don’t guess any one told this place that it was Black Friday and they needed to reduce their prices.
Saturday night we went to a little town about twenty miles away. It is Canton Mississippi. It is a small little country town. To its credit there have been several movies made there. They call their self the city of lights. I guess the town square of lights simply wouldn’t sound as appealing.
The town happens to be the county seat. That means there is a very old court-house in the center of the town square. Unlike most little sleepy Mississippi towns ever store is filled. This tiny little town has 324 restaurants in it. I looked it up. The people are truly happy and fat. That of course is my kind of place.
Starting on Black Friday night until January the first every year the square turns into a huge Christmas scene.
My photography is almost as bad as my writing, yet I still decided to attach a couple of pics.
Times sure have changed. My wife and I took my grandson out to a fairly nice restaurant the other night. It was a hibachi grill. Everyone sat around and talked and watched the chief.
Not really, that is how it would have happened a few years ago. This time my wife and I talked while everyone else at the table played on their phone. I mean everyone.
I don’t even know why the poor chief went to the trouble of doing all the tricks with the knives and spatchlers. Besides Pam and myself, no one else looked up.
When the food was placed on the plates most had to finish their texting before they could even eat.
I suppose I am getting old but whatever happen to talking to the person you are with?
I have a question. When I was in my teens, we went parking. This meant finding a secluded place and fog up some windows. What do they do now? Text someone else and talk about romance.
I agree with Einstein. You will see his comment in the last photo.
My grandson and I share the same birth month. It is October. Our birthdays are within a couple of weeks of each other. That make me exactly fifty years older than him. He just turned 13. Right, do the math and you see I am 63 and have not updated my profile in a while.
Last night I thought back to when I turned 13. Like the title says 13 sucks.
When I was a kid, this is how life looked to me and most of my friends.
Birth – 5 You are a baby. The world revolves around you. You are happy.
6 – 12 you are a kid and everyday is a new adventure. Some excellent some not so pleasurable. You are happy.
13 you are a blank a negative more about 13 later.
14 When I was 14, you could get your license. A whole new world opened up. You were mobile and could get into all kinds of brand new trouble. You were very happy.
15 you got your first real summer job. It was normally doing something the high-school dropout labor refused to do. However, you had your own money. You were happy.
16 you met the girl of your dreams and fell in love. A month or so later she dumped you and were heart-broken. You day dreamed of killing yourself to get even with her. You could even see your own funeral. There was no hope. You could never forget her.
Two weeks later you met your second true love and forgot the first one’s name. You were happy.
17 you either got serious about school, or you dropped out and joined the service. This was a stupid idea but when you came home on leave, you could take your military ID and buy beer for yourself and your friends. You were happy.
18 you could now legally drink beer. You either started college or you got drafted. If you got drafted you could take your military ID and by hard liquor when on leave for yourself and friends.
If you went to college, you found someone with a fake ID. Either way you were happy.
19 you were standing somewhere. You might be standing in front of a judge deciding were to join the military or go to jail. You might be standing in front a preacher you never met before getting married.
You were doing this for one of the following reasons.
A. You were sure that you were in love.
B. The man standing behind you was going to kill you if you didn’t do right by his daughter.
C. Your girl friend was knocked up.
The one place you weren’t standing was in the room you grew up in. Somewhere between 18 and 19 either you moved out on your own or your daddy changed the locks and didn’t give you a key.
Either way you were happy even if it was for a short time.
Now back to 13. You are too old to get toys for Christmas, and you really don’t appreciate nice clothes.
You are too old to trick or treat, and you are too old to pass out candy. You are too young to roll yards, and you are a year away from driving.
You are old enough to keep the younger kids while your parents go out but too young to stay the weekend by yourself. In short, you are either too old or too young for anything. You are unhappy.
13 sucks
FIVE HORSES IS HER NAME
This is too beautiful not to share!
Five Horses Is Her Name
This is mythical and deep.
Truly beautiful…
A man asked an American Indian what was his wife’s name.
He replied, “She is called Five Horses”.
The man said, “That’s an unusual name for your wife.
What does it mean?”
The Old Indian answered,
“It old Indian Name. It mean…
NAG, NAG, NAG, NAG, NAG!
All Aboard
This Train Is Bound For “?”
When yet I was still a baby, my mother pulled me from her breast.
She handed me to the conductor. Who said, “I’ll take care of the rest.”
I remember the words of my mother, “It is your life baby do your best.”
The conductor smiled and said, “I can look at this one he will pass the test.”
He then told my mother, “Get on with your life, you have other stops to make.
This one you have given for me to take.”
I waited quietly and soon from the station my train pulled out.
With the sudden jerk and moan it caused me to begin to pout.
The conductor shouted,
“Hush it only takes a while to learn to do without!”
At the beginning, the old train moved very slow.
Occasionally, I would hear the whistle blow.
The powerful engine had many cars in tow.
Time passed, and I was crawling to and fro.
I didn’t know it at the time but the train of life starts with many cars in tow.
However, with the passing of years one by one, it loses its tow.
As a boy for the very first time I saw it snow.
Still the massive train was under such a duress it had to strain to move even slow.
I ask the conductor, “Why do we have to move at such a snail pace, always going so slow.”
He smiled, “My boy a life time is a massive tow.
Fear not though soon we will be moving faster.”
As always, he was right, and soon time had become my master.
As a middle-age man I peered out the windows to see where I cast my seed.
I sighed and thought, “I should have pulled more weed.
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Then as an old man I cried out to the conductor, “Can’t you slow this damnation speed.”
He ignores me and announces in a loud voice, “Final stop just a head”
With a moan, I shouted, “What do you mean final stop just ahead?”
“It’s the end my friend, right around the next bend.”
He looked at me, “Now, now don’t you pout!
After all you choose this route.”
As we rounded the next curve I once again peered out the window to find all the cars other than mine had vanished. Over the years, they had one by one dropped off.
I turned to speak to the conductor my life-long companion. To my amazement, he was no longer about.
At last, it was only me to face this final bout.
Then the train passed into a dark tunnel.
Out the window I squinted my eyes attempting to look my best.
Suddenly, there was a light I had passed the test.
Alright, once again I find myself confused. This time it is about the so-called gay cookie. Tell you the truth, I didn’t know cookies had sexual preferences.
It seems as if Oreo decided to bake a cookie to celebrate gays. First allow me to say, Oreo owns their ovens and their cookie dough, so I suppose they can bake anything they like.
What I can’t imagine is why they would slap so many people in the face. Call them homophobic, haters or whatever. I call them customers. Are the gays and their supporters going to eat more cookies now just to make up the lost in the market? I doubt it.
I am in the car business. What if I ran an ad celebrating my love of fat women. Of course, I would show a picture of an old Lincoln. I would choose this car because it would be big just like them. This whole idea would be stupid. In this case, it would be an insult to BBW as well as much of my other clientele.
Same applies to a gay cookie. Say that they simply ran off 30% of the customers. To me that is a stupid move.
First thing you are taught when you’re getting into sales. Never talk about religion or politics and avoid sports at all cost. If you don’t you will loose way more sales than you make every time.
Still maybe I got this wrong. After all I have a small car lot, and they control most of the cookie business in the world. I will end this as I started.
I am confused.
ggs
