Last night I finally got to watch "The Pursuit of Happyness." I had heard so many positive things about it and seen the interview with the person it was based on. It really gives one pause to examine what and when they want what they want and what might be necessary to obtain it. Dreams and sacrifice go hand in hand with pain and pleasure. The change of direction requires a harsh and constant friction to break the gravitational pull of the however tortured normal. It's even harder if you are constantly slapped in the face by reality and/or others' perceptions of your limits.
This powerful story begins with people thrown in the thick of life. They have very little money and the wife is working several jobs while the father is a commission only salesman of a product very few people want. In addition, they have a young son who needs and wants all the things a normal kid of 8 would. Needlesstosay, the only person they don't owe is the Lord, and He's waiting for thanks. Ultimately, the wife checks out due to the lack of money and understanding the husband is contributing to the relationship and household. [Herein lies the pivotal point; I suspect had she NOT left, Christopher would not have become the success story he is.] It is at this point that he maintains control of his son and realizes that he only has himself. Not to mention, now he and his son are counting on him. There are some gut-wrenching realities that anyone should at least realize are possible. "Anyone" can be homeless fairly quickly.
I won't ruin the movie in the event you haven't made up your mind to see it yet; DO. I would have to say that even days after seeing it; it is still in my thoughts — not only for the power to accomplish; but the power to fail. While it is true that we learn from our failures; I think it safe to say that at some point, we are resolve with the quantity of knowledge we have and will survive without "needing" to aquire any more. But even more riveting of the movie, is the study of the "human animal, the planet of the apes." What can keep us from what we want? What are we willing to do when we are desparate? How do we react when our young are at stake? Do our rules only apply when they are convienent?
...and then I am haunted by my father's words, "boy, I've done a lot of things I said I would never do to provide for my family..."
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Everybody Loves Chicken! Big Funky Chicken is fully fried with extra calorie statements for your wearing pleasure. Be colorful, sassy, funny or personal. In other words, don't be seen without it. "Get your Big Funky Chicken On!
Friday, May 25, 2007
It is a weekend among weekends! So much to be remembered, revalued, retreasured and revered. The lives paid for a freedom that has insurmountable costs. Those who serve still that celebrate this day far from the wienny roasts, hamburgers and family. I hope that we will each take a moment to remember and honor not only those who have died for many; but He who has died for all.
Memorial Day also hold a dear place in time and heart for me for another reason. It's my wedding anniversary. This will make 5 years! WoooHooo! Looking back, I could have never seen how good life would be now looking from there. What an incredible day it was. Some really tremendous friends, a great God and lawn full of spectators...living and dead. I say that for many reasons. We, my bride and I, worked for competing fundraising companies, our folks had never met, the ceremony was outside and a million other reasons it should have been a disaster. But it was a far cry from that. Five years later I still watch the video and marvel at the grandness of it all in its intricate detail.
L-R: Jenni Arnold (Linda's daughter), Pickle, Linda Fann (Jenni's mother)
Oaklands Mansion is suspended in time. It is an elegant mansion caught in the corssfire of the Civil War, reflecting a time of prosperity in the Old South.
We had an incredible ceremony. I still look forward to being the "groovy old couple" that lives up the block. For such a time as this, and such a monumental task with so many working parts, God certainly deserves all the credit for the amazing group of friends and family assembled that day. Even the thunder clapped at the end of the day. We giggled at that. Yes, it is terrifying to care about something/someone so much that you might be consumed; but passion requires fire and I say "let the flames reach the sky!" Happy Anniversary," dear.
RECIPE: PASTA SALAD W/ TOMATO AND BASIL
Combine all of the ingredients in a large bowl. Serve immediately at room temperature, or cover and refrigerate for up to 24 hours before serving.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
It was a very peaceful drive in this morning. One thing stood out particualry from the morning drive. I crossed this bridge over water. Above the water was a sort of light fog. Inside that fog/mist were tiny spinning eddies or little slow moving tornadoes spiraling down toward the water. Of course, at my unmentioned speed, I only got a glimpse of it. I wondered if I should have stopped to take a photo. I cannot explain what I saw; but now I am relating to you what I thought I saw. I was listening to a Bruce Springsteen CD. Born in the USA had just finished and 41 Shotes crawled out of my speakers in surround profundity. In the hush of my fog-glimpse; the lyrics of this song made more sense and this blog held its place in my mind until now. The lyrics go like this and refer to a national story about the police slaying of an unarmed West African immigrant in the Bronx that I hadn't heard of:
and we'll take that ride
'cross this bloody river
to the other side
41 shots... cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living
In your American skin.
Lena gets her son ready for school
She says "on these streets, Charles
You've got to understand the rules
If an officer stops you
Promise you'll always be polite,
that you'll never ever run away
Promise Mama you'll keep your hands in sight"
First things first: I got NO beefs with the po-po. They have an incredibly hard job...very little glory and mostly guts. There are very few limits to what the "human" can do in his quest for the bottom of the barrel.
I saw Springsteen in concert. I must confess; he was absolutely mezmerizing! I watched his band take several breaks; he never did. He was at least 50 yrs old; but time hadn't robbed the Pied Piper of wind or song. I watched bewildered as he ushered thousands of people into oceans of emotion with his haunting twang. He NEVER lost contact with the audience. Unbelieveable. Anyway....
The line that I find most provacative is "You can get killed just for living in your American skin." I think of the soldiers in Iraq who cannot afford to guess if the old lady or young child coming toward them is a friendly or hostile, having to choose between right or wrong vs what must be done. War is what it is, you can leave all that "white picket fence ideology" in your sparkling white porcelin comode...nobody's shooting at you. Your SUV has seat warmers and air conditioning and you will just keep buying and using as much gas as you want. The defenseless are the fuel of America...their sweat, their work and if necessary, their lives. (oops...getting off point) Soldiers, police, teachers, preachers, marriages......we're all at war. The enemy may come in various forms; but he is never visible. That's the magic of making us all fight each other. Nothing is as it appears.
I confess...every blue light behind me, gives me pause. I would also confess that the last speeding ticket I got was given to me by the most polite officer. I don't know if that's normal; I just know it ain't always so. I "choose" not to judge all by "one." The same should be said for different races of people, religions and etc. However; we judge most things by stereotype because we have burned our hands on the stove enough...so it becomes our snap judgement before later evaluation, that "that's hot," (no Paris pun intended).
If there is anything I learned growing up in the deep south; it's that everyone doesn't play fair or by the rules, life isn't fair, the world owes you nothing, people can be mean. But in all this, we "choose" our response. Evil is like dominos...its hard to stop them all from falling if that first one goes.
Posted by Maximus Doom at 5/24/2007 11:34:00 AM
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Today we celebrate my beloved wife's birthday. She's a pickle, what can I say. I am proud of her. She completed her ENLI (Every Nation Leadership Institute) course which is 2nd year VLI (Victory Leadership Institute). I had the pleasure of watching her receive her diploma. Her smile lights up my darkness. Happy Birthday, sweetie. Looking forward to a great night. Shoot her a birthday shout out if you are so inclined. Happy Birthday, Pickle!
Monday, May 21, 2007
This is a blog from a good friend of my friend, Joel, Pastor Rob's blog. Not only will you be struck with profundity; but also a moment of nirvana. Here is a part of that posting.
Subject: Charles Schultz Philosophy
The following is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the “Peanuts” comic strip. You don’t have to actually answer the questions. Just read the e-mail straight through, and you’ll get the point.
1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.
3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America Contest.
4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.
5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and actress.
6. Name the last decade’s worth of World Series winners.
How did you do?
The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.
Here’s another quiz. See how you do on this one:
1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.
2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.
3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.
4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.
5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.
The lesson: The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care.
Pass this on to those people who have made a difference in your life.
“Don’t worry about the world coming to an end today. It’s already tomorrow in Australia.” (Charles Schulz)" >
Friday, May 18, 2007
RECIPE: CARAMEL BROWNIES
14 ounces caramels
1/3 cup evaporated milk
8 ounces german sweet chocolate
6 tablespoons butter
1 cup sugar
1 cup flour (sifted)
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 teaspoons vanilla
6 ounces chocolate chips
1 cup chopped walnuts
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease and flour a 9 x 13
baking pan. Combine caramels and evaporated milk in top
of double boiler over low heat. Cover and simmer until
caramels are melted, stirring occasionally. Set aside, keeping warm. Combine German sweet chocolate and butter in 2 quart saucepan. Place over low heat stirring occasionally until melted. Remove from heat. Cool to room temperature. Beat eggs until foamy using electric mixer at high speed. Gradually add sugar, beating until mixture is thick and lemon colored. Sift together flour, baking powder and salt. Add to egg mixture mixing well.
Blend in cooled chocolate mixture and vanilla. Spread half of mixture into prepared baking pan. Bake for 6 minutes. Remove from oven and spread caramel mixture carefully over baked layer. Sprinkle with chocolate chips. Stir 1/2 cup of walnuts into remaining chocolate batter. Spread batter by spoonfuls over the caramel layer. Sprinkle with remaining nuts. Bake for 20 minutes. Cool in pan onrack.
* Refrigerate before cutting into bars or squares - it
will be difficult to cut if not chilled first.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
It's a beautiful morning, the air is crisp, the sun sparkles and the grass grows in silence but harmony with the morning dew. I sit at the red light and watch the little birds jumping around at the corner just before a monster truck with huge tires, gleaming side steps and fat chrome pipes whizzes around the corner. On the opposite side of the steet I watch an old man, at least 70+ yrs old, possibly a homeless immigrant trying to decide whether to cross at this busy intersection. I have only seen a few desolate places in person, seen pictures and movies of many more; but how odd and overwhelming it must seem to suddenly be surrounded by dripping abundance rotting from every pore. Our cars are big, they use enormous amounts of gas, they are shinier than our characters and image is king. It seemed that the little birds and the old man shared similar secrets. More cars went by and finally my own. America may not be perfect; but its got all the imperfections I want most. That's probably a sad statement; but I had to say anyway — its true for me and I love my home...home of the free, the brave and the I want mores! If there were no America, one might argue that the world would have been helped much less. I choose to believe that too.
How even more incredible to have left here and gone to a foreign shore to fight an invisible enemy with undisclosed rules. You see things that noone else would believe and the white picket fences would only shun, choosing to hide their eyes from the glare of human capabilities and darknesses. But everything is ok so long as "we are on god's mission." Support our troops; there is no question or hesitation there — you thank God they are there so you don't have to be. But let's take care of their families in the absence of their service. Everybody has a purpose and some people discover theirs and others are discovered by theirs. I suppose I enjoy the thought of being a Marine of Black Ops; but there is no director saying "cut." Maybe I prefer my illusions of ignorance and disconnect more than heroism. Life has no restart button, no command X (undo for non mac people); so how would you know how the future is going to turn out or which decisions change the future. Perhaps, if you are reading these mental droppings, you are already in the future. I hope you see that we supported our troops, valued their commitment and appreciated their sacrifice by taking care of their families. My "American Idols" run into the heart of trouble, not to the stage, not to the limelight, not the other way. If I had to choose an idol, that would be my preference.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
It's funny how the slightest changes can have monumental effects. Obviously I am preoccupied with home-selling; but the real-life correlations are impossible to miss. New paint here, new floor there, tighten this, losen that, get rid of those. I think my wife said it best; so I will just repeat it:
"We are going for curb appeal.
Putting on our best show as we get ready to sell.
It is funny how close selling a house is to courting.
Flowers are blush, lip gloss and eye shadow
Mulch is eyeliner, mascara, lip liner.
Pruning your shrubs and trees is like getting a great hair cut
Keeping your grass even is like putting on foundation.
Clean windows and doors, like putting in eye drops and brushing your teeth.
And then come the blind dates.
People who your real estate "dating broker" matches you up with.
Needless-to-say, things are getting hot and heavy. She is almost ready for her blind dates. I am hoping for short engagement and swiftly marrying it off. It's been good and I am sure that I will miss the ole girl and all the hard work invested. But life goes on. My neighbor and I chatted yesterday as we rode bicycles around the block in the warm beautiful day. He wanted to know what was going on? I told him that new floors were being installed. So I noted how much weight he had lost so quickly; to which he responded that he had quit drinking...not that I am saying you shouldn't but you can't live on it - you can die though. He apparantly had not been drinking very much water. Again, a slight change has had huge effects. He also helped his daughter move out into her very first apartment. We agreed it was good. We agreed it was bad. We agreed that both were necessary. When life happens; so does change. How we embrace that change can fill us with love or alarm; that's the power of our choice. Since nothing is guaranteed; in case of the xfactor; we are making everything like we would like it...no short cuts or el cheepy corner cutting. If I didn't love the destination so much, I would be ready to stay.
Our new future...."if the Lord be willin' and the creek don't rise..."
Monday, May 14, 2007
Sqak Shook, Squaaaak Shook as the Mulch Monster died one shovel before the last.
Well, let me tell you; it was another spectacularly sunny warm weekend down in the 'boro. I had a fantastic weekend. Our day started at 7am Saturday morning and ended at sundown. That intense day of outsideness included mowing the lawn, weeding, 7 yrds of mulching, stipping and painting the mailbox, planting MORE flowers, and applying turf builder. WHEW! Glad its Monday! The bad news; that was only half of the yard work.
Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers; we wouldn't be here without 'em. My wife had a nice Mother's Day. She enjoyed a Keri Underwood CD, cards, visiting with youngest son Nick and Tyler and voicemails wishing her well. We laughed and talked for several hours along with some outstanding french toast, cheddar brots, poundcake, and tapioca pudding. (Hmmm...I better workout tonite) Oh yeah, pass the popcorn.
Traffic was great and this day is moving along. I cannot help but think about our flowers. There's just something exciting about "life" and watching it happen and how it works in synchronicity. With the flowers come butterflies, hummingbirds and various other little critters that we don't normally see or notice. The air wafts by with a sweet perfume. The honeysuckle permiates the air in the backyard. We have two squirril-proof bird feeders on the back deck...only one is really squirril proof — they're pretty sneaky little brainiacs! Great bird watching weekend. I saw bluejays, goldfinches, english sparrows, wood thrushes, cardinals, chickadees, starlins and a tufted titmouse. (in case you had any doubts of my nerdness....)
Friday, May 11, 2007
"Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken." Ecclesiastes 4:12
It's Friday! In the face of a very busy weekend of monster projects, I am glad I am not doing it all alone. I am listening to Tim and Faith's new song I Need You...great lyrics.
|Tim McGraw F/ Faith Hill - I Need You(Tim)|
I wanna drink that shot of whiskey
I wanna smoke that cigarette
I wanna smell that sweet addiction on my breathe
I wanna ride across West Virginia in the back seat of a Cadillac
You know some cowboys like me go out like that
So I need you
Like a needle needs a vein
Like my uncle Joe in Oklahoma needs a rain
And I need you
Like a lighthouse on a coast
Like the father and the son need the Holy Ghost
I need you
I wanna get lost in some corner booth, Cantina Mexico
I wanna dance to the static of an AM radio
I wanna wrap the moon around us, lay beside you skin on skin
Make love til the sun comes up, til the sun goes down again
Cause I need you
Like a needle needs a vein
Like my uncle Joe in Oklahoma needs a rain
I need you
Like a lighthouse on a coast
Like the father and the son need the Holy Ghost
I need you, OOH I need you
I wanna drink that shot of whiskey
I wanna smoke that cigarette
You know some cowboys like me go out like that
So I need you, wohh I need you
I need you I need you I need you, I nee-ed you
Source : JHuge.com - Music Lyrics
|I am looking forward to a weekend of activity, the least of which is "mulching." I like curb appeal and apparently you do too. We strive to look our best in spite of knowing that in the end, it rarely matters. Of course, "Three Wooden Crosses" by Randy Travis followed that one. Reaffirming that latter statement. Life is full of curve balls. IF we are fortunate enough to be surrounded with good relationships, friends, and information; we realize the value of great partners. They are those that tell you your barndoor is open, your nose is occupied or that was really stupid. Those are the people you really want around you. I am extremely thankful for my partner and I ain't much on "needing" people; luckily "me be wrong this time." Either way, we are ready for brave new worlds; it's time to move! We work well together for our common goals.|
RECIPE: S#&t CAKE
1 Chocolate cake mix (aquire ingredients specified on back of box)
3/4 cup of water
1 stick of butter
1 Tub Chocolate frosting
1 microwave safe bowl (I use glass)
Open frosting and spread along the inside of the microwave safe dish. According to the cake recipe, mix all ingredients (eggs, butter etc.) for the cake in the frosting covered bowl. [you migt want to be sure your bowl is large enough or put something under it.] Add bowl to microwave and cook for at least 10 mins at full power. Sometimes I will go for one additional minute. Beware, the name will be apparent when you look at it; but NO S#&t!, it’s delicious! Remove, cool and serve or dump into your favorite serving dish. Serve with cold ice cream and maybe even some caramel.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
It seems that sometimes you have these blogs in mind that are just too big, too ambitious, too to; they just constipate everything behind them. It's better for me, I find to just start typing...don't set out to be coy or wise or mysterious.....just let the energy flow....it will fill in all the blanks. When I talk with blog friends; we speak of similar limitations created by blogging. So you blog, get comments; then you want to outdo the last blog and constipation sets in.....but that is a self imposed censorization of your efforts. You start wondering if you said things right or the best way or will anyone be offended or sitting at you house later waiting on you to arrive. In the end, the power of blogging is just an emptying of yourself....sure some folks do it for money — what don't people do for money at some point — and apparantly I am not smart enough to do the same. Blog for me is just self release; if it helps anybody in the process, hooray! I find that if I don't blog or empty, there is a grand frustration that hampers the rest of my day. I can be a workaholic....once I am in the zone and head down; I don't have to come out any time soon. I can be alone in a room full of people easily....or so they say. Anyway, that's blog magic for me. Between blogging and pumping iron, I don't need a fish tank yet...but I would love one.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Great Partnerships among good men make great rewards. Congratulations!!!
Like most things with us, we encountered these two modest, cheerful chaps by accident. It was evident from the beginning that this would not be a chance meeting. We quickly fell into conversation and discovered similarities and like spirits. I have always studied and admired strong friendships. They typically are strong because of a commitment to be that way. Great friendships require something most people aren't willing to give ....a commitment to selflessness. History and legends are full of dynamic duo: Batman and Robin, Lone Ranger and Tonto, Ben and Jerry. Here's to another two, Dudley and Ray. Good luck and continued success in all you do. These guys build great houses, love their families and keep a skyward perspective nothing short of "magnificient." PLUS, they're great folks too. I could go on and on; but you could not bear the weight of such. Have a great weekend!
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Ensure that socks have been glued in place or removed prior to tasting this dessert. Flavor may cause extreme sock knocking and in some cases, complete and forceful evacuation from feet.
Well the sun is beautiful and the temperature is 80 degrees in fair Nashville; so what better way to celebrate than to eat. Sopapillas have been a New Mexico favorite for hundreds of years which made their way to Baja during the first half of this century. Derived from Indian fried bread, they are generally served hot with cinnamon and honey for dessert. Light and scrumptious! A scoop of cold rich vanilla bean ice cream really sets it off!
Sift flour, baking powder and salt into a mixing bowl. Cut shortening in using two knives until it forms a coarse mixture. Gradually add cold water. Mix together just enough to hold together as you would if making a pie crust. Turn out on a lightly floured surface. Knead gently until smooth.
Cover and let dough sit for five minutes. Roll into a rectangle about 12" x 15". Dough will be very thin.
Cut into rectangles about 2" x 3" in size. Heat oil until a drop of water sizzles when dropped into it in large skillet. Drop a few sopapillas at a time into the oil. Turn them over three to four times to make them puff up evenly, then fry for two to three minutes on each side, until they are golden brown and puffed up like small pillows. Dust with cinnamon sugar or pour small amount of honey over the sopapillas.
Serve hot. Makes about 20.
Monday, May 07, 2007
There are very few things more important than giving to others or at least that's the way I see it. The punch line to that is to know what it is that you are exporting. I read in Proverbs a verse that was staggering..."Better is one who manages his emotions than he who conquers a whole city." WOW! Sometime or at least little points all week long, I think I will note what it is that I might be accidentally or intentionally exporting through my smiles, frowns, responses or energies. I got this from one of my email subscriptions and it has been worth every moment of its reception. Of course; I share it with you.
Friday, May 04, 2007
Well its another rainy Friday which is great for my flowers. Hope you have enjoyed yours. I will leave you with these few wise words:
Stress :: Three Happy Things
Unfortunately, people often get into a pessimistic mood where they can only see the failures and problems with their life. This can cause people to experience stress and its many negative side effects.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Respect your elders or else; but will they respect you?
I was listening to talk radio this morning and the subject began on Fred Thompson. I like Fred; so I kept listening. He's to the point and tells it like he sees it. That's cool. I would rather that than someone only saying what I want to hear while I am looking and doing something completely different when it counts. Go for it Fred!
Then came "elderly driving: how old is too old." Apparantly, TN has no limitations. This issue squared off with "motorcycle riding without helmets." I listening to passionate calls for each issue. The one that stuck out to me was a response about "responsibility." To paraphrase, we should be "responsible" as children of parents, good citizens, concerned neighbors to notice when someone too old is behind the wheel. Obviously, age effects us all differently. Of course the elderly don't want to lose their independence; but someone must be responsible and make the hard calls. The other issue...which is worse, old drivers or no motocycle helmets. There are alot more older drivers and that means that the rest of us aren't wearing helmets. The stats are terrifying. See for yourself. Maybe you are aware of this recent story:
By Robert Davis and Anthony DeBarros, USA TODAY DALLAS — As his 90-year-old neighbor struggled last May to set out on a morning drive to the store, David Prager began to worry.
Elizabeth Grimes, a widow who had lived on Meaders Lane for 50 years, had backed out of her driveway, across her lawn and off the curb. Her 1994 Mercury Grand Marquis then hit the curb across the street, Prager recalls, before Grimes mistook the gas pedal for the brake and "took off with a jackrabbit start."
Six blocks away, Grimes drove through a red light. The car slammed into Katie Bolka, a 17-year-old high school junior who was driving to school to take an algebra test. Five days later, Bolka died. ...more...
But you know and I know; had someone interceeded or spoken up, they would have been labeled as "nosy busybodies" or "do gooders" or "whatever." Why would we not care if any elderly driver is capable of making good driving decisions while my child is crossing the street or driving to the market? We had to go through tests to get the lisence — would you want a brain surgeon who hadn't been checked recently?
Driving is a privilidge; not a right. It's unfortunate that as Americans, it would seem that EVERYTHING is our right! God forbid anyone or anything should remotely question anything we do or say; yet we look around at Vtech and other incidents and wonder why.......Hmmmm...but that's another blog. For the most part, our children are becoming who we said they could be...undisciplined, disrespectful, question everything, answer to noone, trust noone, if it feels good do it, just do what's right for you, etc. Equally bad, I see these horrible commercials by cell phone companies implying that "mom" has to get a second job to pay for everybody's else's, including dad's — who somehow is cheering with the kids, not his wife who is off to work as a taco....there's something wrong with these messages; but that's another blog too.
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Who can see beneath our bones? My skeleton gleems in the southern hospitality of the sun, kissed and tanned. What skeleton can hide without its skin?
The sun is absolutely radiant in downtown Nashville. I have opened the blinds and watched the light chase away the shadows. Its fun and thought-provoking to watch the shadows sulk away to the corners and edges of things...very interesting patterns and shapes come to life. I spent some time remembering my little doggie this morning. Remembering her little bouncy ears coming around the corner with that big smile or her oingy boingy bounce when I said her magic word for milk bone dog bisquits. All good memories. Memories are grand but not big enough to overcome presence or the lack thereof. Hmmm...
My sweetie and I planted a boat load of flowers over the weekend. We watered them yesterday afternoon before going to the gym. It was a warm day at 86 degrees and today seems much the same. I even took time to water them this morning in expectation of today's warmth. I am looking forward to seeing a yard of beautiful living color swaying in the evening breeze when I drive home. It's nice doing things together...even better to watch them grow and change and mature in a healthy manner. It's fun to get down in the dirt and transform the earth...its good for what ails a man, I suppose. Certain that I have now been branded the "metro-sexual" on the block or "who knows," I don't care. If that mattered to me, I suppose I would have taken a poll first.
Now we are looking for some "artsy" yard art that will really set the place apart...you know, kinda whimsical but landmark! I saw this one house once that had this cool flying saucer sculpture in the front yard with some groovy colorings and markings on it. That would really get some passersby. I look forward to our hunt of such oddities. Something that just creates a happy conversation piece or at least gets noticed.
Hmmm....State Troopers were everywhere this morning on the drive in. Seems most mornings my speedometer spends more time horizonal than verticle; but luckily no blue light specials for me. It's always better to see it happen to somebody else. (tee hee hee; no really) Ok...one quick funny from my friend Joel...