A quick update. Time always seems to be in short supply and high demand. At least, it is for me. So, as I type, the Red Sox are barely winning, and fighting off very possible defeat. There's only two games left to the season, and if they want to get into the playoffs, their only chance includes winning both games. Of course, as a Red Sox fan, there is always a sense of doom that I feel in this kind of situation.
But I have been feeling very pessimistic recently about life. Not just the Red Sox falling apart, which they tend to do towards the end of many seasons. The damn media's slant on the Obama Administration is really annoying, and I don't mean a favorable one. The fat cat owners of the networks and news media love to make Obama look bad whenever they can. And I don't even want to talk about those traitors to humanity, the Republicans. Oh yeah, and the worst, and most proud to be ignorant, the completely laughable, if they weren't so vile, Tea Party.
Anyroad, life has an appearance of bleakness to me recently. But not too worry. I have too much to do to be able to afford the time to waste dwelling on it. I had a busy day today. It started at about 1:00 a.m., when Eddie had a nightmare and started flapping around in his cage. I had to talk to him for about a half hour so he would calm down, and go back to sleep. I still managed to get up in time to jog. And after showering, I trimmed Eddie's nails, which he hates, but it's got to be done. And, I did get a lot of cleaning done, ran some errands, managed to do some work on-line, including reviewing a Mandarin lesson. And even had some time to do a bit of reading.
That's it kids. Tomorrow's another day. Hope y'all had a good few days, and a wonderful night. Until next time, Adios, mi Amigos! Take no prisoners! Particularly if their damn Republicans.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
OoooOOO! I get soOOoo mad!
I try to never get in a serious discussion of politics because I have an unbelievable amount anger and disgust that seems to be brought out by the antics and despicable conduct of the Republicans, in particular that group that calls itself the Tea Party. So, my intention is to only get into this once, because even just thinking about it is too frustrating. And life is too short to waste it on moronic clowns who can't see beyond their own noses, and whose main concern in life are their wallets. OOOooo, I really don't like them.
There once was a good Republican. His name was Abraham Lincoln. That was back when the Republican Party actually stood for what the Democratic Party now stands for. Since then, I can't think of a single Republican that I would call good. Although, to be fair there must have been at least one somewhere back there.
Through what I could only think had to be greed, selfishness, hunger for power, and corruption, the Republican Party has come to represent only the rich and, of course, corporate America. They seem to have adopted that infamous pirate motto (from Pirates Of The Caribbean), take what you can, and give nothing back.
Right now they are petrified by President Obama, for, I think, a number of reasons. He represents everthing they are not. He actually wants to unify the country, make it a better place for everyone. That includes raising the quality of life for EVERYONE, including making health care available, and AFFORDABLE, for everyone. This pretty much goes against the grain of the Republican Manifesto. Being as they are anything but humanitarian, they do not want to see any costly help of anykind for the poor, disadvantaged, and elderly citizens of this country.
In my own opinion the behavior of the Republicans goes behind mere obstructionism. They are saboteurs, and yes, legislative terrorists. They will do, and say anything, and everything, to stop the President from accomplishing anything constructive, and do everything in their power to make him look as bad as possible.
As I said, I believe their fear is based mainly on the possibility of President Obama really accomplishing something. And I believe, at least in part, some of their fear has to do with him being an African-American. But regardless. Them dang Republicans (and I can think many good names for them) truly disgust me. So, to them, I say, Step Off, #@%^!&*s. Take a hike.
And that, as Forrest Gump would say, is all I have to say about that.
There once was a good Republican. His name was Abraham Lincoln. That was back when the Republican Party actually stood for what the Democratic Party now stands for. Since then, I can't think of a single Republican that I would call good. Although, to be fair there must have been at least one somewhere back there.
Through what I could only think had to be greed, selfishness, hunger for power, and corruption, the Republican Party has come to represent only the rich and, of course, corporate America. They seem to have adopted that infamous pirate motto (from Pirates Of The Caribbean), take what you can, and give nothing back.
Right now they are petrified by President Obama, for, I think, a number of reasons. He represents everthing they are not. He actually wants to unify the country, make it a better place for everyone. That includes raising the quality of life for EVERYONE, including making health care available, and AFFORDABLE, for everyone. This pretty much goes against the grain of the Republican Manifesto. Being as they are anything but humanitarian, they do not want to see any costly help of anykind for the poor, disadvantaged, and elderly citizens of this country.
In my own opinion the behavior of the Republicans goes behind mere obstructionism. They are saboteurs, and yes, legislative terrorists. They will do, and say anything, and everything, to stop the President from accomplishing anything constructive, and do everything in their power to make him look as bad as possible.
As I said, I believe their fear is based mainly on the possibility of President Obama really accomplishing something. And I believe, at least in part, some of their fear has to do with him being an African-American. But regardless. Them dang Republicans (and I can think many good names for them) truly disgust me. So, to them, I say, Step Off, #@%^!&*s. Take a hike.
And that, as Forrest Gump would say, is all I have to say about that.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
A Story
Once upon a time...many stories start just like that, with those exact words. So, to continue...
There was a young bear cub (baby bear), who got lost in the forest. A young girl found him wandering, and thought he was very cute, so took him home. The girl's parents, particularly her father, was very unusual in how he viewed the world, and decided to let his daughter keep the bear cub.
The bear cub became very attached to the young girl, and really liked living in a nice warm house. He and the young girl had many interesting adventures over the course of several years, but as all living things usually do, the bear and the girl began to grow up. Even though the girl loved the bear, the girl's parents became concerned that one day the bear might become dangerous and hurt someone. So the father arranged to give the bear to a zoo, where he would be cared for, but he would have to live in a cage. The girl was heart-broken at first, but in the way of young girls, she discovered other interests, including boys, and soon forgot all about the bear.
In the meantime, the bear was very unhappy living in the zoo, and became rather depressed. He soon lost interest in his surroundings, and in life. But one day, lo and behold, the zookeeper who brought him his food, was called away, before he had properly locked the cage door, by an emergency at the monkey cage. It seems a young boy, who had been taunting (teasing in a not very nice way) a monkey, got too close to the cage, and so the monkey got a grip on his hair, and wasn't letting go.
Well the bear, finally taking some interest in what was happening around him, took advantage of the situation, and escaped. He wandered in the woods, doing his best to avoid people for many months. One day, he saw his opportunity to sneak in a man's backdoor, while he was taking out the garbage.
And that my friends, is how Albert first came to be hiding under my bed. Lucky for me, I have the gift of the silver tongue (the ability of persuasion), which helped Albert to decide not to eat me and take over my apartment.
Anyroad, there's your story. So goodnight to ya'.
There was a young bear cub (baby bear), who got lost in the forest. A young girl found him wandering, and thought he was very cute, so took him home. The girl's parents, particularly her father, was very unusual in how he viewed the world, and decided to let his daughter keep the bear cub.
The bear cub became very attached to the young girl, and really liked living in a nice warm house. He and the young girl had many interesting adventures over the course of several years, but as all living things usually do, the bear and the girl began to grow up. Even though the girl loved the bear, the girl's parents became concerned that one day the bear might become dangerous and hurt someone. So the father arranged to give the bear to a zoo, where he would be cared for, but he would have to live in a cage. The girl was heart-broken at first, but in the way of young girls, she discovered other interests, including boys, and soon forgot all about the bear.
In the meantime, the bear was very unhappy living in the zoo, and became rather depressed. He soon lost interest in his surroundings, and in life. But one day, lo and behold, the zookeeper who brought him his food, was called away, before he had properly locked the cage door, by an emergency at the monkey cage. It seems a young boy, who had been taunting (teasing in a not very nice way) a monkey, got too close to the cage, and so the monkey got a grip on his hair, and wasn't letting go.
Well the bear, finally taking some interest in what was happening around him, took advantage of the situation, and escaped. He wandered in the woods, doing his best to avoid people for many months. One day, he saw his opportunity to sneak in a man's backdoor, while he was taking out the garbage.
And that my friends, is how Albert first came to be hiding under my bed. Lucky for me, I have the gift of the silver tongue (the ability of persuasion), which helped Albert to decide not to eat me and take over my apartment.
Anyroad, there's your story. So goodnight to ya'.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Zippidy Doo Dah Day
I saw someone I hadn't run into in a long time in the supermarket a couple of days ago. A beautiful young woman, both in looks and, more importantly, personality, and her 3 year old daughter, who hid from me by putting her hands in front of her face. I do have a reputation for making young children cry. I don't know what it is about my face that brings not only tears, to their faces, but also pulls howls from their lungs, like the world is coming to a horrible end. I actually used to take pride in the fact, that I could get the baby daughter of two of my friends to cry to beat the band (an expression that, in this case, means at maximum volume), just be looking at her. It was quite amazing actually. I have to say, although she is older now, as a baby, X (no name to protect the poor cry baby) could cry like nobody else possibly could, no matter what the age.
Anyroad (I really like that word), I believe it's important to appreciate the people in our lives while we can. B (name not given to protect the beautiful) was once someone I saw every week in my conversation group at the local Library. Then her husband had to go and get her pregnant. That was over 3 years ago. Well, my loss was her gain. She always was a very happy person, now even more so. It was good to see her.
As I was saying, we need to appreciate the people in our lives. I have to say, I become very attached to the people who come to my conversation groups. And, I become not only used to seeing them, but I look forward to it. Then, schedules change, or jobs change, and in some cases, I see them very rarely, or not at all. Oh, I don't forget them, and I don't think they forget me. But my life seems a little emptier, a little more drab (colorless). And, of course, there will be other people who come to the Library for me to torture, but I will always miss all those I see no longer.
So, look around you. Make sure you appreciate the special people in your life. You never know when your paths may, or may not, go in different directions.
On that note, I gotta' go. Eddie is fed up with my typing, and wants some serious headrubbing. He knows he's the boss. And how can I refuse that sparsely (yup, he's a bit bald on top) feathered little head. Hasta luego (until later).
Anyroad (I really like that word), I believe it's important to appreciate the people in our lives while we can. B (name not given to protect the beautiful) was once someone I saw every week in my conversation group at the local Library. Then her husband had to go and get her pregnant. That was over 3 years ago. Well, my loss was her gain. She always was a very happy person, now even more so. It was good to see her.
As I was saying, we need to appreciate the people in our lives. I have to say, I become very attached to the people who come to my conversation groups. And, I become not only used to seeing them, but I look forward to it. Then, schedules change, or jobs change, and in some cases, I see them very rarely, or not at all. Oh, I don't forget them, and I don't think they forget me. But my life seems a little emptier, a little more drab (colorless). And, of course, there will be other people who come to the Library for me to torture, but I will always miss all those I see no longer.
So, look around you. Make sure you appreciate the special people in your life. You never know when your paths may, or may not, go in different directions.
On that note, I gotta' go. Eddie is fed up with my typing, and wants some serious headrubbing. He knows he's the boss. And how can I refuse that sparsely (yup, he's a bit bald on top) feathered little head. Hasta luego (until later).
Monday, September 12, 2011
Do You Wanna' Dance, and Hold My Hand?
I should probably remember the musical group (rock'n'roll, of course) that did that song, but it was a long time ago, and I was but a tadpole, so to speak. Memory is a funny thing. Sometimes I can't remember what I did last Tuesday. On the other hand, I can remember distinctly playing cards on the living room floor of my cousins' (plural) house the first time I heard the Beatles singing Yellow Submarine on the radio, and laughing hysterically at the songs lyrics. And that was quite a few blue moons ago.
I have always felt a need, upon occasion, to go back to where I came from in order to remember who I am. Confused? It's not too complicated really. As someone once said, how can you know where you are going, if you don't know where you came from? Every now and again I get a little lost along the way. It is not difficult for me to get distracted by the the unimportant things in day to day living, and to be overly concerned with my own minor needs and wants. That's when it's important to look back, and by way of my past, remember who I am and where I'm going. We never really lose that child we were, and it can be the best part of us a good bit of the time.
Anyhow, Eddie and Albert are here to help out as well. They tend to keep me focused, although not always in the way I would like.
At the moment, however, it's only Eddie and I, and Eddie is sleeping in his castle (it's a really big cage). Albert's out dancing in the night time air. But whether he has found someone to hold his hand, only he can say. Whether alone or not, any physical activity he gets is good. You wouldn't believe how much that bear can eat. Trust me. He needs any and all the exercise he can get. And, as most of us do, he'll come home when he's ready. There's always a light burning.
I have always felt a need, upon occasion, to go back to where I came from in order to remember who I am. Confused? It's not too complicated really. As someone once said, how can you know where you are going, if you don't know where you came from? Every now and again I get a little lost along the way. It is not difficult for me to get distracted by the the unimportant things in day to day living, and to be overly concerned with my own minor needs and wants. That's when it's important to look back, and by way of my past, remember who I am and where I'm going. We never really lose that child we were, and it can be the best part of us a good bit of the time.
Anyhow, Eddie and Albert are here to help out as well. They tend to keep me focused, although not always in the way I would like.
At the moment, however, it's only Eddie and I, and Eddie is sleeping in his castle (it's a really big cage). Albert's out dancing in the night time air. But whether he has found someone to hold his hand, only he can say. Whether alone or not, any physical activity he gets is good. You wouldn't believe how much that bear can eat. Trust me. He needs any and all the exercise he can get. And, as most of us do, he'll come home when he's ready. There's always a light burning.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Shanghai'd
Some of you may wonder where I have been. I'm really not sure. Really! Some people I don't know very well, asked me to go to a tea party. When I entered the building at the address I was given, I was whacked over the head. The next thing I knew, I was in a moving vehicle, blindfolded and tied up.
To make a long story short, I ended up on a farm somewhere in the southwest, someplace hot and dry. Maybe Arizona. Anyway, I ended up working in the fields for what seemed like weeks, but was probably only a matter of days. I finally managed to escape late one night, and I was able to hitch (hitchhike) a ride most of the way back here, from a truck driver.
I had a bit of time on the ride back to think about it what happened to me, and my best guess, is that all those idiotic Republicans and Tea Partiers are getting too successful in keeping out the the illegal immigrants from Mexico. Now, they don't have anyone to work the fields. And of course, they sure don't want to do it themselves. So now they're shanghai'ing whoever they can, including US citizens, like yours truly, to get the work done. Maybe I can get a book deal out of this. How about, "I Was Kidnapped by Rabid Tea Partiers!", for a title?
The truth shall set you free! Hallelujah!!
Anyroad, I'm back. Much has been happening in the world. And as soon as I find out what, I'll probably have something to say about it. Interestingly enough, it seems, that while I was gone, Albert managed to take care of Eddie without eating him. Kind of amazing, actually. Neither one of them seemed to even know I was gone. Show's you how much I'm appreciated around here.
A final note of warning. If I were you, I wouldn't be accepting any invitations to any tea parties, unless they are from VERY good friends. Even then, BE CAREFUL! Those right wing fanatics are lurking everywhere!
To make a long story short, I ended up on a farm somewhere in the southwest, someplace hot and dry. Maybe Arizona. Anyway, I ended up working in the fields for what seemed like weeks, but was probably only a matter of days. I finally managed to escape late one night, and I was able to hitch (hitchhike) a ride most of the way back here, from a truck driver.
I had a bit of time on the ride back to think about it what happened to me, and my best guess, is that all those idiotic Republicans and Tea Partiers are getting too successful in keeping out the the illegal immigrants from Mexico. Now, they don't have anyone to work the fields. And of course, they sure don't want to do it themselves. So now they're shanghai'ing whoever they can, including US citizens, like yours truly, to get the work done. Maybe I can get a book deal out of this. How about, "I Was Kidnapped by Rabid Tea Partiers!", for a title?
The truth shall set you free! Hallelujah!!
Anyroad, I'm back. Much has been happening in the world. And as soon as I find out what, I'll probably have something to say about it. Interestingly enough, it seems, that while I was gone, Albert managed to take care of Eddie without eating him. Kind of amazing, actually. Neither one of them seemed to even know I was gone. Show's you how much I'm appreciated around here.
A final note of warning. If I were you, I wouldn't be accepting any invitations to any tea parties, unless they are from VERY good friends. Even then, BE CAREFUL! Those right wing fanatics are lurking everywhere!
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