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Out Of Context

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. A commie posted this quote on Facebook - "Nothing is more wholesome to the governmental and political process than increased participation of women.” Nancy Pelosi.

The quote is stupid.  Granted the bastion of liberal ineptness could have been taken out of context of course.  Well she did say this at a woman's group of course.  But whatever the case, the quote is dumb. It is nothing but a head nodding quote with no substance.  On the surface it sounds nice, but really means nothing.

The commie posting it expected people to knock the quote because of who said it.  An assumption, It doesnt matter who said it. It matters what was/is being said.  When a politican talks..so what.  The bigger impact is the useful idiots who repost such nonsense in hopes that this is somehow the undenying truth that shall set people free.

The country is a mess and more voting by people has gotten us in this mess.  Only a statist thinks more voting will help.

LAME.



Best Breakfast Ever

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  Some people can remember every single detail of an event.  A few can even remember every single event.  There are many events that have happened over the years but there is one breakfast that I'll never forget.

There are parts of the event I don't remember. I was probably 5 or 6.  It was most likely in the New York, but I always thought it was Canada.  It could have been either.  It was near Niagara Falls.  We were going on a family trip to Niagara Falls or at least we were stopping there on the way.  I don't remember much about that trip except we stopped at a restaurant for breakfast.

I'm pretty sure it was at a Howard Johnson's restaurant where we had breakfast.  So to me that meant it was New York  But sitting a few tables over was a Canadian Royal Mounted Police Officer eating his breakfast. He has his red uniform on and his large tan hat. I remember just staring at him and thinking it was indeed Dudley Doright from the Bullwinkle Series.

The other thing I remember was the smell and taste of the food.  An old waitress brought out the best pancakes in the world.  Fresh maple syrup and a ton of butter. They were perfect.  They were hot, sticky, and just a giant mess of goodness. But but but the toast was just as good. And the cool thing was the orange juice which was a treat.  Most of all the bacon was cooked just right.  Not that bacon is ever cooked wrong, but it was just right.  I remember the smell. I remember the taste.

Why? I don't know.  Other than that place at that time, has been etched in my head for years on end.  I don't know if it was the best tasting breakfast I've ever had...but it had to me.  Why else would I remember it?

Sometimes things get stuck in your head that become annoying.  This though is one of those things called a happy place.  I wish, I wonder, I would like to know if that place still exists. It is alive and well in my head.

I've Got Balls

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I own about 500 balls.  Basketballs, baseballs, softballs, golf balls, lacrosse balls, ping pong balls, pool balls, core balls, dodge balls, kick balls, bouncy balls, super balls, footballs, soccer balls, plastic balls, wiffle balls, bowling balls, Styrofoam balls, crazy balls...

I've just collected them over the years.  When I'm playing ball and I see a lonely ball out it in the field, I snag it.  When I'm driving and see a tennis ball, I pick it up. Been doing it for years.  I don't keep them all. I do sell some. I do give some away. I do lose some.  But most of all I try to use them.

I've always felt these "tools" of the game were more than just tools.  That they were fantastic elements like a golden chalice to be revered and treated with respect.  It makes me sad when I drive through a neighborhood and I see a ball on some kid's lawn.  All alone in the dark, neglected.  Where is the respect? Put that ball away.  Put it away so you don't lose it.  Put it where you always know where it is and how to get to it if needed.  Do you want some car running over it?  Do you want to lose it?  Do you want someone to steal it or give it away?  Do you want the elements wearing it out and tearing it apart?  Do you want them deflated?

Treat balls with respect.  Don't kick them for the hell of it.  Use them wisely.  If you have balls, I suggest you take care of them.  They could be your last.

Internet Brain

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. The internet has made everyone famous. It has made the famous even more famous. It has given everyone a voice.  Everyone can be heard.  Everyone can sound off.
Think for a second if all the online chatter...all the emails, the texts, the discussion groups, comments, and status updates were turned from bits to sounds all at the same time.

Imagine the chatter.  Imagine the noise. Imagine the confusion.  It is quite possible the brain could not handle all of that stimulation and noise.

The internet is another dimension.  Even though it has been around for quite some time, there are plenty of folks who aren't on it and rarely use it.  I wonder how their brains are functioning differently. I wonder if not being exposed to the noise and stimulation...how it effects them. Well at least their eyes are better off. I can tell you that from first hand experience.    Its come to a point where I check my email once to twice a day and maybe more if someone reminds me to check.  I try to avoid it as much as possible. It's just too much.  I am burnt out.  I don't miss it either.

I have embraced technology and I am a proponent of its progression.  But sometimes I just need a break, and think it is too much.  Time if flying by and I think all of the noise is adding to that quickness. I'm sure of it.

Wasted Dreaming

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  Daydreaming is something that this feeble mind is super good at.  If a nickel was earned for every weird or strange off tangent though that floated between these ears then millions would be in the bank.

Alas though as much as you will see cute quotes about imagination.  As much as you will heard about how wonderful it is to dream about this and that.  As much as you are encourage to think about it and follow dreams....well the odds are in favor of it being futile.

So many dreams so many failures.  So many dreams so many projects not finished.  So many projects not even started.  So many off the wall pie in the sky dreams that are mostly unattainable. So what's the point?

No idea.

It has come to the where in the middle of a daydream the self has been asking why in the world is this dream happening and what the hell is going on?

So much wasted time.

Email Morons

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Time to vent.  I never used to be so easily annoyed over things. I might be getting grumpier as I get older. Shocking I know.

Nothing raises my blood pressure more when getting a reply email that has other people on the email that weren't there to begin with.  How freaking LAME and sophomoric. If I wanted the other person on the email I would have put them there to begin with. Pointless.

You know what that is? That is two things at play.  The first being "I need to include more people on here to validate what I am saying because what you are saying isn't enough".  Secondly it is chest thumping and taking the position "I need to include more people because you didn't and it matters".  Mostly it is ass kissing. That's what it is.

I'm tired of it. If you want to forward the email...fine. But including others, that's just wrong.  And yes there is always the wondering why so many of my emails always have to includes on the replies. Is it something I said?

Oh shut up.

Freaky Signals

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  Sometimes I see signs. Not like stop signs, but signs.  Not unicorn or wizard stuff.  Not hocus pocus.

I see signs. Things that elude to something that might happen. No not a premonition.  It may not even be real or true.  But I see things and my mind says "hey that's a sign, you should stop" or "hey that's a sign, go for it". Sometimes the sign says proceed with caution.  It's crazy.

A huge part of me knows it is not true.  But another part of me plays along so I do indeed stop or go with it. Sometimes I don't listen and tell myself I should have followed the signs. I can't win.

Signs signs everywhere signs. You dig what I'm talking about?

Are you ever confronted with signs?

Dude Where Is My Stuff?

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Oh a trip to the Salvation Army I dropped off a bunch of my clothes. Several bags worth.  Why?  Well for the tax benefit of course - duh!  Also because I'm still on the search to find people around the world wearing my old stuff. It has yet to happen.  I keep looking though.

It almost happened once. I saw a dude wearing an aqua colored jacket. But after further inspection it wasnt it; and the dude just had no taste.  Hey it was the 80's so sue me.Heck the other day I sold some old jeans on ebay for $5. Could you would you wear someone else's pants?  As I've mentioned in the past I did sell old boxers at a garage sale.  ugh.

So I'll keep looking in hopes of seeing someone wearing my old clothes. I've often wondered as well where are my old cars?  Are they melted down?  Are they smashed into smithereens? Are they sold to South America on the cheap?  I haven't seen an old car or old clothes.  It bugs me.

It also bugs me that I think about it.  Still would be nice to see some dude looking all dapper and handsome in my digs or driving my cool wheels.  Or yeah even a chick too.

Harmony Parked

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. I'd like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony. I'd like to hold it in my arms and keep it company.

Sounds corny and fruity.  Yet even though I probably heard this from a commercial it's stuck in my head for years.  One of the few jingles that doesn't annoy me.  It only annoys me that it is stuck in my head.

I can't sing so I can't teach the world to sing. If I could sing I might teach the world to sing if they wanted to. If they were listening. If they had the ability?  How can some people sing and others cannot even come close?

I don't fret that I can't sing.  I fret that I use the word can't for anything. I really don't like that.  But it is true...I can't sing. I mean I sound good in the shower. I sound good when the jams are up to 11.  But overall it's not a pretty thing to hear.

I'd like to keep the world in my arms?  Like Atlas...yes. Like Atlas, although at that point would I really shrug?  I would hope so.  Shrug with compassion of course.

People why can't we all get along?  That's a question no one can answer without giving excuses. Harmony sounds wonderful.  Living in harmony...man that may be impossible or light years away. I just don't know. I do know we are moving in the opposite direct of getting it; that is for sure.

Falutin Gluten

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.  I've been gluten free for a while now and loving it.  I feel great.  No sugar, no wheat, no dairy either.  Well I've had a few pieces of birthday cake here and there.  I'm not a complete dolt, I do love cake.

More energy.  More sleep. More meet. Less stomach issues. More clarity in the brain.  No it doesn't relieve stress or fix that.  Not it doesn't change how I feel about things.  What it does though is make me focus on those things good and bad.  Instead of feeling like taking a nap all day long after lunch, I'm good to go.

The one significant thing besides weight loss and mental clarity from this is the concept of time.  I have no concept of time.  I mean hours fly by like they are minutes.  I do more in 12 hours than I did before.  Everything goes by very fast. I don't know if that is a good thing because before I know it I will be 100.  But nothing seems to drag.  Nothing seems to take forever.  Well traffic still bothers me but I don't focus on it. I'm able to deal with other issues.

All in all it has been a good thing and I will try to stick to it. I'm not preaching. I don't know how it would effect you or not if you did the same.  I'm good though.  Some friends refuse because it means giving up their sacred beer. I could care less about beer so its no big deal.  What I do miss though is pizza.  I miss pizza.  Not sure how much longer I will hold out though on that.

Cheers!

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