sup

I'm gonna try and do better for all of you followers or droppers by

what's up with that...

so

anyway

yeah I've been around

just not posting

reading the real bloggers blogs

not writing

no one stops by anyway

or if they do they don't say they were here

yeah so anyway she says she wants to be by herself, happier alone...

leaving

moving out

and I'm here alone

me and the dog

and she's alone, all by herself

living with her brother and his family

boy, you talk about empty nest

this is it

st. patricks day

Happy St. Patricks Day everyone....
were all Irish today...
green beer for all

march 15th

went up to visit Steph sunday
took up a case of beer for other visitors
she has 4 new neighbors
sat awhile
should have brought a chair
the ground was damp
not bad though
my ass didn't get wet wet
I sat there
thinking
talking
remembering
listening
it's a rather noisy place
beside the cars from the near by highway
geese
crows
birds
there was deer poop to
I'm still mad
I'm still sad
why us
why her
also
there's plenty of math to do there
ya know the other head stones
born on dates
end on dates
years in between
yep
plenty of things to do at the cemetery

taters

I work with this guy I call Dan, I call him that cuz that's his name.
He used to work with me, still does just a different job, but back in the day we did the same job. The job we did is called scalping ingots, we ran, operated a Scalper, huge milling machine, planer if you will.... I still do.

any ways

some where along he line he picked up or was given the nickname spud or tater. which because of his job..... wait for it... he became "scalped tater"..
funny huh?

anyways

we have here a program where if your kid is going to college they can get hired on as a summer help.. sumare and sumaren't.. hahaha

anyways

Dans son got a summer help job and if you haven't guessed yet he was called.... wait for it.... tatter tot....

anyways

a few years later his daughter got a summer help job and seeing how we already had tatter tot, she became..... sweet tatter..

and when they were all together in the breakroom... we had tatter salad...

the things one thinks of when one is hungry...
so how are things in your world?

the thoughts of a rock... if rocks thought

I was walking the dog the other day, cuz that's what you do when you have a dog, walk him, lots....
which gives one lots of time to think, depending on the length of the walk = how much thinking time there is...

anyways

the days before said walk it was cold again, 10 to 15 degrees and the landing, between the breakwall and the land was froze over again.. and I noticed some kids playing around down there.... and the day of said walk there is a rock on the ice...

anyways


here's where the thinking whilst walking comes in..

anyways

the rock:

what the??

I'm flying, I'm FLYING... weeeeEEEeeeee

shit, I'm falling ... I'm fallllLLLlling

clunk...

clunk?? what the hell is clunk??

I've thumped, thudded, bounced... never clunked..

so where am I??

nice view though, I can see every which way and a long way, too

ohhh the sun feels nice..

wait, why is my bottom cold, why is there ice on my bottom???

I've had ice on my top but never my bottom, whatever the sun feels nice and warming...

huh, now what, why is my bottom wet, it's not raining?? aahhh boy the sun feels nice..

wait, think, ice, wet, sun, warm
wet, sun, warm, ice
sun, warm, ice, wet

huh??? sun warm ice wet??

wait

where am I??

land,

land,

land,

breakwall

land, land, land, breakwall????

I'm on the ICE and ice is frozen water and that means I'M ON THE WATER

shit

shit shit shit

and the sun is warming me melting the ice between me and the WATER!!

no

no no no

sun sun go away,
don't come back any other day,
cause it's here I want to stay,
not under water,
no fucking way.....

plunk

oh man, fish poop down here

Bobbie Labonte or George Clooney

this was better last night but I was drinking and the pointer just wasn't pointing in the correct spot and all was lost... so here it is again, sorta...

As you may or may not know, I'm happily married, aren't we all. That being said, 50% of all married women say they would marry the same guy, it just happens that that same guy is George Clooney....

Not the wifiepooh though, she likes Bobbie Labonte, the race car driver. He has gorgeous eyes. Myself and I have this on good authority cuz I heard a gal say it, "oh my you have pretty legs, for a guy". Out loud she said it, in a parking lot in Speedway In. as we were walking toward each other. I'm thinking it just slipped out but the guys I was with heard it too. The rest of the weekend it was.. hey pretty legs, grab me a beer or hey pretty legs, you and your pretty legs want to go for a walk... guys...

So I ask ya, is it gorgeous eyes or pretty legs?