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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:

 

 

 

 

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Late post

Sorry guys I know you’ve wondered where I’ve been. My new girl is awesome by the way, 🚼👫 can see us together until the end of time. Or we kill each other. LOL, I am obviously kidding.

Obviously you can tell she’s gotten me in the emoticon land. Haha.

This does not mean I will not post. I am going to post a lot in the future. A lot. I have so much to share and a few drafts of poetry. I will keep up if I can tbeing regular.

So, I’ll tell you, she’s gotten me into some very interesting shows. This is my first night watching “Black Mirror” and, I think it is pleasant, so far. We are watching episode “San Junipero” and it is interesting and beautiful women.

I hopeshe’s not peeking over my shoulder, LOL.

Show still hasn’t rounded second but I think the most important question in it is:  You’re not from around here, are you? (Haha, here being this planet) #Averyinterestingshow

#watching

 

Update!!! It was weird. But the next episode looks way, way better. There are soldiers.

We’re all learning here.

Listen guys, we are human and make mistakes.  Sometimes some bigger than others.  I got a HUGE reprimand by the boss for the way I yelled at a lower command-hand than me yesterday.  Then I think of Mike Flynn.  I have moments.  I learn from them.  This is how life works.  Tomorrow, I will not yell at Jose, I will treat him respect, even if he is not listening at first.  Wich I know he hears me and is ignoring me, but I am a great leader.  Let us remember that Flynn was commissioned in the U.S. Army as a second lieutenant in military intelligence since 1981.  

He made some mistakes.

My new GIRLFRIEND played this song this morning.  It was funny.

 

The Beguiled

So they’re remaking the Clint Eastwood movie the Beguiled.  Seems like a good first date movie HA HA.

Colin Farrell better do the role right.   Here’s a link to the first preview =

http://www.breitbart.com//remake-clint-eastwoods-beguiled/

Refreeze the Artic and send MRSA to space

I keep finding cool science articles and when I do I will post them here.

These make me think.  First of all:  Yes, refreezing the icebergs with huge machines will create many jobs for Americans but how do we know other countries won’t try to take over all the positions.  Second: I wouldn’t send MRSA to space.  I’ve seen what this DISEASE can do at it’s worst and it is not a pretty picture.  Here are the articles for you to read if you have the time:

http://www.cnn.com/2017/02/15/weather/refreezing-arctic-ice-study-trnd/

 

http://www.cnn.com/2017/02/17/health/superbug-mrsa-space-station/index.html

 

I like it when people talk to me

One of the best things is when I’m on the job and one of the guys starts joking with me about his wife or whatever. We’re shaping a window or sanding and he starts shooting the crap and then we start talking about REAL THINGS.

I wouldn’t say it at work and you know why. I can say it here. I also enjoy when I do something wrong (Well not DOING something wrong!) and one of ’em points in out in a good way. NOT in front of everybody. So I’m posting a poem here and if YOU WOULD LIKE TO I am allowing you to post a comment in the comment section and tell me what you think, or improvements. I will listen!

The BIBLE says “Have patience God, isn’t finished yet.” Philippians 1.6
I think it is a good thing to think about and let them say in school and maybe that would start making our country better again. That’s a different topic altogether. Have a Good Day! The poem is below.

(This is an experiment. A poem about talking to someone and inner reflection. Trying something new.)

 

A Filthy Day

Oh God.

Another day.

Why?

Why do we have to do this crap?

Why do I look out the window and see my neighbor’s dirty, filthy siding

that has not been washed in years
and how does he live there?

Who lives like that?
Why can’t he just wash it?

I know I’m supposed to love everyone and it gets more and more difficult when I have to look at this ridiculous man’s dirty siding.

It used to be a yellowish beige,

but now the rain-drenched and mud-streaked vinyl

warps and cause my ire: early. Early in the morning.

I take my coffee
black!

Out to the porch and I see this catastrophe and wonder why you don’t

consider a fiber cement trim, or some sort of composite.

IT resists ROTTING

WARPING

CRACKING

and pests.

 

Who are you?

Do you own a circular saw?

I never see you in your yard.

Sometimes late at night I hear your truck pull up

(It is very late)

and you move in real fast.

When I look out the window to catch you and figure it out

I can see you duck your head to the left, always wear BLACK and big jackets

but never with someone.

 

You go in real fast.

It’s weird to me and I think about the siding again.

It is one of the worst things I’ve seen in my life.

You can find siding: wood panel, stone veneer… There is freedom of choice.

Pine, plywood, insulated, shake and shingle. Many options.

 

In 1937, Frank Hoass began experimenting with steel siding in imitation of wood boards.

He made houses great for the blue collar Americans in the city.

After the war, his business took off.

He fixed the rust problem by adding,

not subtracting,

a locking joint that joined with a flange on each panel

A WATERTIGHT HORIZONTAL SEAM.

You should be grateful.

You don’t even try.

 

If it were not for him, your house would be a big ball of rust,

corroted and disintegrating

like our souls. (Without God)

A Very Romantic feeling of flight

I’ve been busy working (again).  It is a good thing.  I found this video and it made me think of Hannah.

I know it’s corny, but I am in touch with my feelings and it is a very good quality about me I’ve been told many times.

 

“Let me share this whole new world with you.”  I will definitely put that in the card LOL!

 

O.k., so what now?

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.”

 

“Just put the quarters in the can, you’ll see.”

 

“Coffee makes you short.”

 

“Don’t just stand there like a hatrack.”

 

“Where’s Sally at?”

 

“If you don’t stand up for something, you’ll fall down for anything.”

 

“Boy, I had thoughts that lived longer than you.”

 

“Unless you’re sleeping with ’em, always say good morning.”

 

“Good idea… baaaaaad judgement.”

 

 

 

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