Have a happy new year everyone!
Have a happy new year everyone!
THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR BEING HERE!
I went to the hardware store this morning and it got me thinking about men and poetry. Why do women always think they have the answers and to tell us when to be romantic and when to not be? Shakespeare had it right. My home, my siding, my way I want the garage. I am so sick of all the BS and I am a man of God and keep this blog positive.
I wrote a poem about women. It is from my perspective and it does not mean everything, but it is about a woman I know.
You pull our shades down,
then tell me to shut the door: We need to talk.What? I say
You say no, it is who.
And now I have to sit here with crumbs on my face from the breakfast burrito that you said you made from scratch.
And The Devil Dances his two-step like a deep throat gargoyle,
who is hanging from our abode and whispers secrets to the blinking stars of night
I hate you
I hate you
I love you
I love you
You make me sick.
Where are the angels twinkling in your eyes that played a harp with love?
Where are your fancy shoes?
Where did you put my goddamn slippers?
I am ready to go home now.
Leave me alone.
Cut me some slack.
Pick up the margarine.
I like margarine.
I ended my poem like that because I was thinking of my ex-wife from years ago and how I started this blog with the intent to find a real girlfriend. I am so tired of women that lie. I am not perfect, but like I have stated in previous times, I am a God-fearing man who tries his best. I will share more here about my life and my shop, my job and how I feel. I am going for a drive now to clear my head.
Let us all love one another. We can learn from history that anger, hate, and fighting does not get us anywhere and it will lead into a nother civil war if it is left unchecked. Let us chose the light and love, read positive affirmations and offer a smile to a stranger, it helps.
Let us not repeat negative influences to each other. It is not helping. Let this be a chain of love and purport it like the “letter chains” we used to do. Send this to 10 people you love (and even those you don’t) and you will spread positive light. Keep your smile going!
Be in peace.
Everything is bad these days, I know. Good for all, my new girlfriend keeps me on my toes and when I’m get angry at the gym for the “women” on the next two treadmills going on and on about their summer vacations and kid she texts me or calls and I don’t take all things seriously again. We watched Baby Mamma last night and I never laughed so hard. Maybe it will help you like me:
I’m not going to say whether or not I voted for the man, where I come from (as my Pop says, “Back in my day Young Buck…”) we keep close to the vest, and while you-all are tipping over your cards and spilling your drinks, I’ll just keep shuffling my feet under the table and making my face as stone as I KNOW HOW TO DO. We will see what happens. Meanwhile, I need a woman like this by my side. She know’s it, too.
Now I’m thinking of my Pop. He used to say short one-liners. I say them (mumble) now. We repeat my parents in different methods. Pop was an old cowboy, not officially, in the way he dressed and handled situations/events. I remember his old-fashioned invoice book. Pop wrote down numbers and receipts with a stubby little pencil from his business with the cars. I used to read his mail to him, the long letters, and with the forms. I am not ashamed to say that he wasn’t college or even high school educated, but he could make a business work. That happened. And he didn’t need the other stuff. He was smart in old-school way and was nice enough to give the shirt off his back, but if you mad him angry he would also give chase down the street and whip you with it.
I saw him give his shirt to a homeless man once, and a sandwich. I also saw him speed up in a crosswalk to hit someone. He was serious. In the backseat, terrified and inside me, thrilled that my dad was a crazy motherf*ck#r, I learned not to be afraid of life. He said if you are afraid, that’s fine, he would help. “I’ll help you fix that.”
I tried writing some political poetry on here before, and it was pretty good for a guy that dabbled back in high school and college. I think I should clear up (without a poem) my thoughts on OUR new president Donald J, Trump.
YES, we all know he has made a couple of mistakes. In my opinion, the Twitter posts are unprofessional and if my boss ever even said the words, “Yeah man, I tweeted that the other day…” all of the crew would keel over and pass out in their brains. We wouldn’t show it, but we would be shocked at it and try not to talk about it later. He needs to hold professional press conferences like he did this week, and then the liberals would stop their whining and carrying-on at least about that part of it.
So, what I’m saying her is, that while I DO NOT support anarchy or actions like flag-burning, I DO support having free speech, and a MEDIA that can do that.
I SUPPORT the president of the United States, but my support of him does not mean that I support actions like getting too close to the Russians. This I cannot sign up with.
I’m going to wait for all the facts, I WILL NOT be a blind sheep supporter, just because I did not like Hillary or the other choices.
What I’m saying is that I can believe in DJT and still be angry about the Russian bullshit, you can call bullshit when you see it.
I’m glad some other people and thinkers in WordPress sparked my interest and caused me to think harder about these current state affairs. AS WELL I hope the next woman I meet and date will not go on and on and on about HER politics when we go out for dinner. This actually happened to me. She would not quit and was LOUD and rude and even threatened me to a point when I said I did not agree with her about a committee selection. Next time, I am going to choose someone who is ACCEPTING and LOVING of all views, and not only the ones that she agrees with. That is judgmental and hypocrisy. I am a nice guy. You don’t have to agree with me, but I won’t be yelled at.
You can’t fake this kind of chemistry. I swear to God I just learned about this woman tonight when my uncle Stan told me to look it up. He talked about a car commercial, too, so I Googled her name on YouTube and this jewel fell out of the internet.
It is funny how things can be unplanned, but then match up with some other events. I saw a woman on the street who looked almost just like her, a few days ago. She wasn’t smiling or dancing, but she was close to the same.