Thursday, May 28, 2009

Time to lighten up and have fun...

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 into a sweat over nothing.

So now I'm athinkin' that if time is a tool...then the trick is to only do what is practical and comfortable to do in one day. Hey, tomorrow I may move two inches...and three the next day and before I know it I'll be flying. Shoosh.
In the meantime, I'll just relax and have fun doing what I'm doing. If I get nothing done, I've deserved a rest and can listen to some relaxing stuff.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Make a friend of your fear...?

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 told me I'd be watching something like this when I got it, I would have told them they were nuts. But again, another story. Like I don't have enough already to write a book.

Anyhoo. One of my favorite scenes is where Neo jumps into the middle of Agent Smith's gut and goes poking around. Pokes, wham, kazam...and "Fear" has this weird look on his face like to say, "What the heck do you think you're doin'?" Then after Neo goes 'exploring' "Fear" he decides that there's nothing there and pops out a new Neo and becomes ONE with himself and has the power to kick the crap out of the head guy. The other two dudes, "Doubt" and "Disbelief", seeing what Neo did to "Fear" decide to get the heck outta Dodge and take a hike.

This is the way I would write the scene...if I had the talent. It's allegorical fiction. Love it. Hang on a second and I'll jump into YouTube and see if I can round up a clip to show you what I'm talkin' about. 'Scuse me.

I'm back...here it is.


Now I'm not much of a fighter like Neo but I've had a lot of "Fears" in my life like most people. I've come to the conclusion that the best way I can deal with them is to 'take them out to lunch' and explore what it is about them that bothers me. No...not literally take them to lunch. But talk to them and find out more about them and I've found by exploring them, fear disappears and I have a new 'friend.' It's worked...a lot of times.

The little things in life...

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.

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

A gift from an Angel...eah...



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 the 'growth' that came along with it.

Friday, May 15, 2009

I vote it the #1 Most Failed Course on the Planet...

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 "Trouble" if he or she doesn't come up with the right answer...'cause I'm going to get a -zero on that one. I could elaborate on the 'subject'...but I won't.

I've concluded that 'telepathy' isn't the best form of communtication for Earthlings.
Talking is. It works the best for most people.

This song is a hoot. I love the translation 'cause without it ah wouldn't have a clue.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Introducing...The Crocker Barrel Philospher




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 title and the subject matter. What? What what? Oh...the title will be Crocker Barrel Philosophy . I got the idea from the term 'crackle barrel philosophy, where guys used to sit around the crackle barrel in the country store jawing about life and what's happening in their world.

Now I'm not one that is claims to be a philosophical guru 'cause I'm one who thinks that what a person believes is their own business and I find everyone's ideas...interesting. I have my own 'cause I 'connect the dots' differently than most. Hey, I figure that makes me unique...weird...whatever. Now that I've grown up...kinda... I'm going to write my first book and call it "Crocker Barrel Philosophy". It's a start. At least I've got a title.

What's it going to be about? Don't know. I haven't written about it yet. I put the 'Crocker' in 'cause it's the way I see our fast paced life in modern times. I don't know if I'm right or wrong...but it's only my spin on things. And since it is my nature to see the funny aspects in 'normal' situations...hey, it's going to be humorous...I hope.

I figure if I'm going to write the danged thing it's going to have to be well-written, it's going to have to be something people will be interested in 'cause who the heck would be interested in something that I'm interested in and it'll be funny, 'cause I write funny. Naturamente I'll want the danged thing published or why write it to begin with?

Interesting, well-written, popular appeal, and fun to read. I hate having to 'wade' through a book. I wouldn't waste my time or my money on a 'wading' book and with a little bit of luck, I won't be writing one. I'm taking my shot. Wahooo.
Sink or swim...I'm on the launching pad.

Saturday, May 9, 2009

A Mother's Day Trophy for Sylvia...

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,
Your husband,
John

Thursday, May 7, 2009

To: Philomena Romanelli and Stella Crocker...

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...Moms...and we realize that we were the lucky ones to have you two.

We must have caused you both many tears...not on purpose but because we were your kids and you loved us. We remember the 'words of wisdom' you gave...Just wait until you're a parent, then you'll understand. There are no instruction manuals labeled 'Parent'. We found that out.

What you have shared with us we pass down to our children. But we wanted to let you know that, all that the two of you were to us as we were growing up, you still are. Distance will never change that. The two of you are still our Moms. We talk about you often and we wanted you both to know how much we miss you. You're in our hearts more than you will ever know.

Thank you, both for being who you are and for helping us to be who we are and for the chance we had to find each other and be one couple. I know that this letter will reach you and I hope it will make you smile as much as the two of you have helped us to smile.

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY
Love ALWAYS,
Sylvia and John

PS We're enclosing a video that probably says more than we could express in our own words.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Life is like a roller coaster...

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.

Monday, May 4, 2009

Tears can be like a Tsunami...

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


Sunday, May 3, 2009

Cracker Jacks go on and on...

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