A Moonshooters Diary

I've been going through some soul-searching lately. Hey, I got one 'cause if I didn't, I wouldn't be here. That's the story they told me when I was a kid and I've been believing it ever since. Anyhow...I seem to be spinning my wheels and moving forward one inch at a time. So, bless my soul, I figured it out, using 'rocket science math'. I've only got 24 hours to spend and I'm spending too much time wondering why I'm moving forward one inch at a time. So...I got me a priority list going. What is the most important thing for me to do today other than combing my hair and such stuff. I've got a rocket of desire on the launch pad, I know where I'm headed but I'm trying to get all I need to get done in one day. And the funny part is that I know it. And I keep forgetting that 'the horse' does not go before the cart in real life. So the answer is to 'lighten up and have fun with the project instead of working myself i

I've made an amazing discovery about myself. NOT so amazing when I come to think about it. I'm a writer...which is why I'm doing what I'm doing this moment. I've decided that I have the 'imagination and heart' of one of those 'writer' dudes so I'm stuck with it. If the shoe fits, wear it. Writer in training? Probably...oh,well. Anyhow, my favorite movie...next to the Wizard of Oz...is the Matrix. I have all three and I've come to my own conclusion as to what the 'Matrix' is. Which is another story. But I like to put my own names to the characters. That's called 'poetic license'...or something like that. Here's these three agents that keep chasing people all over creation in order to keep them from escaping the Matrix. Now what I did was dub them with nicknames. Agent Smith goes by the moniker "Fear" and his two sidekicks are "Doubt" and "Disbelief." Now if anyone would have t

I woke up this morning...which for me as usual, is the start of a good day. I set the alarm for 7 'cause I didn't get to beddy-bye until after midnight. At 5:38 AM I woke up, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Aha, I thought...I'll get up, check my email and hop back to bed for another hour. NOT Here I am...being inspired to write. In this busy, hustle and bustle world it's easy to get caught up in 'businessiness' and forget the simple things. I love exploring YouTube and checking out 'stuff' and this is something I found that is a little reminder. Today is the first day of the rest of my life and I ain't gonna waste a drop of it. It's like good wine...or grape juice...or soda...or orange juice. Hey, now I'm getting thirsty and I think that calls for a cupa coffee to wake up with. Then I think I'll be able to go back to what I was doing...whatever that was. Hmmmmm.

Sometimes it's not until you receive something unexpected that you realize that someone thought enough of you to give you a gift. I hate to brag...but I know one little girl that gave me gift that touched my heart and is one of my 'treasures'. It's a card...not from Hallmark or American Greetings...but from a 'heart' that I've learned to know a little better. A little girl thought to make a card and brought it to me personally. Am I excited when I think of it? Your durned tootin' I am. I saw 'in my mind's eye'...(cause I wasn't there when she was makin' it)..a little lady using her artistic talent to make something for someone else. She could have been spending that time doing something else...but she did it for me. It makes me appreciate her mostly for who she is and makes me think...about the times I've taken things for granted instead of giving the giver the gratitude they deserve. Thank you, Angeleah for the gift and t

I was thinking...which happens to be the first thing I do in the morning when the alarm goes off... And I'm not going to mention WHAT I think...but that's another story. Now where was I? Dang it, my train of thought ran off the track...again. Hey,what can I say... it's the first thing in the mornin' and I haven't had my coffee yet. And that's not an 'excuse', it's called a 'reason'. OK...now where was I...oh, TELEPATHY. "Telepathy is the subject that we're going to address today." Hey, do I sound like a 'teacher'? I'm not...but I figure through observation and unfortunately 'experience'...that telepathy is flunked by most in the early years. If 'experience' is the best teacher it is a subject they didn't teach at my school. I can hear it now. Question: What do you want me to do? Response: If you don't know...I'm not going to tell you. Now I figure that's going to lead to &qu

I was bitten by the 'writing bug' since I learned how to put a pencil to the paper and write cursive in grade school. Hey...I'm not a natural, just a late bloomer. Over the course of many, many years I had 'short bursts' of creativity. I'd dabble here and doodle there, but nothing serious. Then I started to blossom. Like something that takes forever to bloom. A bloomin' idiot. At last I've arrived. This is a of me sketch drawn when I was working in a casino in Reno and I love it because it is soooooooo ME. Anyhow...Sylvia has been listening to me yammer on about 'writing a book' since we met umpteen eleven years ago. How many? A bunch. Anyhow, I told the same story to people I knew about what I was going to do 'when I grew up'. The normal question was, "What's it going to be about...or what's the title.' Heck, I couldn't answer either one. But now that I've decided to grow up at age 71 I've come up with both a

There are few times in the year that I can express how I feel about the mother of 'our' kids and I'm not going to let another day go by without telling her what is in my heart. Dear Sylvia, Throughout the years I've watched you be a mother to our 'boys' who have now grown into men. I've observed the work, the time, the effort...and the tears that you've spent being a Mother. You've not only talked the talk but walked the walk. You've shown your love. I admire and respect you for who you are. You did not have a 'Mother's manual' to go by...you wrote you're own as you had to deal with the realities of life...the good and the bad. It wasn't an easy journey but you are a mother that I can be proud of to call my wife. Sylvia, I vote you the Mother of the Year and a trophy is not much to give but you have my heart. I love you and respect you. Love Always and in all ways,

Dear Moms, Sylvia and I are writing you one letter because we know that wherever you're traveling you'll be reading it together. There are no Mother's Day Cards that we could find that would really tell you what you mean to us. We want you to know that before the two of you left, you gave us gifts that we will never forget. It's because of those gifts that the two of us are one. The first gift you gave us was yourselves. You taught us the meaning of love, of courage, and how to lead by example...and not only by words. Even though, as each of us was growing up, we didn't think you knew what was best for us we realize now that being a Mom didn't come with an instruction manual. You two taught us to how to be individuals and think for ourselves. You taught us the meaning of going against the odds and coming out winners. How to climb mountains that would come our way. How to dance in joy and hold fast to the tears that were in your hearts. Why? Because you were...Mo

I was looking thru stuff at YouTube...again...and found some things that were a real 'blast from the past'. This video took me back to my 'childhood',... a couple of minutes ago. LOL So...why should I grow up when I'm having so much fun. Any how this is a REAL roller coaster. I grew up a few blocks from an amusement park and spent a lot of time riding the up-down thingys. Wheeeeeeeee. This makes me think a lot about life. It's been a Thriller...with all the ups and downs that a wild ride could contain. But it's the ups that make it so much fun and the downs that I've experienced that made it all possible. I'm on a ride that I don't know or can't see the track ahead, but as long as I hang on and believe that I'm on the right track I'll be able to make it to the end...safely. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee.

I've gone through a lot of tears and fears in my life and survived it all. Now I'm at the stage where I like to laugh. I'm a guy and guys aren't supposed to cry. Hey, I'm not one of those dudes...and I don't think that there are many people who don't. Just because the tears aren't streaming down the cheeks doesn't mean that there's not a Tsunami building on the inside. I like this song. It helps me deal with a lot of the 'stuff' in life. The more of the good stuff I find the better I'm able to deal with the other stuff when it happens. It's something that works for me and something I just felt like sharing...like a cup of coffee. Or tea, if someone doesn't drink coffee. Or soda. NO I don't have the diet stuff. How about water? Beer? Hey, if you don't want anything...I tried. LOL

If 'candy is dandy' than Cracker Jack's are better. I grew up with both and never got over either. I was lookin' at a box the other day and the old feelin' came alive. My mouth started waterin'. So what's new. I'm a candy junkie. Nah, not all of it...but if some comes my way...it's a goner. Then I was 'inspired'...hey, I like the word. It sounds intelligent...so I looked it up on YouTube of all places and this is what I found... Then I got to thinking about people...of all things. Hey...so my mind connects the dots differently. lol We are all somebody's KID, we'd have to be otherwise we wouldn't be here I deduced, from using 'rocket science math'. Hmmmm. What would happen if I looked at someone as if there was something 'special' hidden inside...because there is...if only I take the time to look for it