Food For Thought

  It's an interesting thing, how a simple word or phrase when written or spoken.  That the tone of them is creating a world which doesn't exist anywhere, but in your mind.  I know for a fact, that I don't believe in what you're beliefs are. It's a simple matter of logical deduction.  My reality is cheeseburger hamburger helper, your's curry, chop suey, etc. etc. etc.. I believe in Sake, you perhaps beer, cola, or apple juice. It's a never ending combination of the foods that make our meal, our life.
  A simple slip of the tongue can turn the world upside down. It can mix the food and drink, and spoil the meal.  It can make you puke, heave, and hurl your way through each day.  A bitter hangover you might not have asked for, but got anyway.  I did not ask for a wobbly lime Jello mold with mandarin oranges suspended inside.  It's not that I don't like it, just hate it really. I'll eat it, but not happily.  That's life rarely giving you what you ask for, but sometimes, sometimes...  It's what you need.

Death!! Last Meal! (I'm Going to Skip out on This Check!)

  I like the snow, white and fluffy, cold, yet inviting.  I don't know why?   Really, I don't have a clue. I don't like being cold, but it is invigorating though.  I guess it's probably a morbid curiosity.  Cold, frozen, unmoving, yes dead, I mean dead.  It's a relationship I despise.  I do realize it is part of the life function.  A major part, although an unpleasant subject.
  A true calling, we all may not apply for, but get the task anyway.  I guess that's what is ringing so clear for me.  A taste of the end, without it being the end.  The weird delight I take in a joyful way of cheating death.  Even if only for pretend, and briefly, like I said before "I don't like being cold".  I'm pretty sure I'd like being dead even less.  So Winter is really a give and take from kinda season.  The end, mindful of a swiftly approaching gasp for the newness of spring.
  I'm just going to stand here and watch my breath roll from my mouth in a ball that's reaffirming I'm alive.  So enjoy the taste without paying for the meal.  But before you do try out Fall first, the leaves colors are to die for.

Beautiful Zombie Come Undo Me Tomorrow?

   I found myself in the bottom of a bottle. I stood looking westward at the sunset through the wavy glass bottom.  I just stood in a "hmmm really?" sort of manner.  I just breathe, and try to wipe my mind clean from the day. I mean without being too uppity and philosophical about it. I'm just your regular day to day asshole, still looking for a reason to be (me).
   I could be a million other people, but I'm just me. I'm not smart enough to be a free radical, and too damn poor to be a business tycoon.  I'm just about as average as the day is long. But today, today is different the kind that makes a "hmmmm really" mean something. I'm not smart enough to know what, but the wondering makes life a little less zombie rat race, and more colorful and dare I say interesting.  I could fight for meaning, but I guess I WILL CHOOSE to enjoy the moment, for the they don't come often. I found the being inside a little happier today.  I'm okay with that. 

Crawling baby, Siding quickly, Laptop tables, and the Burnt out Brain, All While making candy!

   My youngest son started crawling yesterday.  He's moving around quite quickly now. I had to build two gate systems today.  Also had an old buddy stop by today. I hear he's pretty good at siding too.  Which is good for me.  I have a pesky section of my home pretty open to the elements.  So I need to side it, and soon, before winter. 
   I also built a laptop table Mark 2 design for me.  I have some bugs to work out of the laptop table.  It's attached to my chair and has a definite lean to it.  It does rest in my lap, also spins 360'.  I'm pretty happy, yet still frustrated with it not being perfect.  I have an idea.  However at the moment it's in Oz with toto. So my quest to build a laptop table perfectly remains. 
    The solution is there, I just can't reach it.  Damn brain work already!!  I already deposited the necessary quarter to make it work!  Still nothing, nothing, nothing. Why does this pesky brain still fumble, forever grasping at ideas.  All the while missing the most pertinent to the project.  Arrrgghhh Damn, Damn it, frigin brain work.  I must be getting daft.  Every door I open, I manage to get hit with a back draft igniting my brain stem.
    Always leaving an occasional rainbow day of ideas free of burn and gleaming like the finest of diamonds.  Ahhh that's when the real creativity flows so pure.  Ahhh so pure, so clean, ring a ding-ding ohhh what love I have for those infrequent days.  I generally think from A to L to B, and X,Y, and Bingo finally Z. I think so weird, I probably should have been born a Wonka. I could make candy, probably kill the occasional oompa-loompa. But otherwise I could make candy mostly edible, just like Wonka.

Dentist to Travel in a Non-Nazi Germany.

 In all, teeth, 5 of them- Gone.  The damnable dentist!  (bless his soul)  Now mind you he was the cheapest dentist around and about 84 years old.  His hands, they shook as he drove that needle in.  It hurt like hell (minimal Novocaine used).  The crazy bastard was pull happy with my frigin' teeth!
  He's dead now with his old office building condemned, to be knocked down next spring. I shouldn't complain, the old man was there when I needed him. He died about 5 1/2 years ago.  I have a permanent fear of dentists and the pain involved in every visit (although my current dentist doles out way less pain than was received from the old man.)
   Present day: New Dentist Office; in which I continually still to feel like backhanding the dentist when he rolls his crappy little chair over to my padded internment cell in the middle of the room, under those annoyingly bright lights.  I feel like a losing gladiator, with the emperor giving the gloriously evil thumbs down for me.  I obviously can't piss with the big boys. Nazi maybe, ah probably couldn't be, couldn't have been.
   Damn, Nazi's, I hate them.  My bohemian ancestors got the short end of the stick in those "cleansing camps" along with Jews, and the polish Catholics.  I went to Dachau when I went to Germany in 95' and people just didn't talk about it.  I know they were trying to forget their shamed past.  I know I would. However my pen pal family I stayed with were great.
   Their grandma's favorite song was "The yellow rose of Texas".  She couldn't speak any English, neither could the mom.  The dad and daughter could speak great English.  My German was passable at the time, not anymore though sadly.   They really were the greatest of families to stay with.  I love the hospitality, and generous nature.  They wanted me to feel comfortable with them, so they of course had Hot dogs and chips, with beer.  Being 18 years old and the drinking age being 21 in Wisconsin I was thrilled!   I noticed them all staring at me as I ripped into a hard roll to place the dog into it, slathering it in the ketchup and mustard they bought especially for me.  They looked at me like I was an alien.  I guess I was- being in Germany instead of my old America.  Then they all started to do the same thing.  I don't think anybody had seen it done that way before so it was kinda hilarious.  I smiled and ate my breaded dog, my chips, and drank my beer.  I was happy the dad totally ignored my pen pals persistent pleas not to feed me alcohol.  Man, I really liked that guy.  I feel bad bringing such lame gifts for them, but they weren't rich, and neither was I.  I went to 50th anniversary of the fire brigade (fire Dept.) (they called it Fire Brigade) I got pretty lit for just a few marks (money they had before the European Union.) Although having homes from the twelfth century,  you kinda would think there would be something in place for fires, Oh well.  I guess better late then never.  I really had a good time there.
    Germany, one of my favorite European countries.  I ran into very few people who didn't like Americans.  I supposed that if you act like an ass, then your going to treated like crap, and Americans will be marked after you as asses.  So if you travel BE NICE AND POLITE!  It's just the right thing to do.  You wouldn't want to be treated like crap, would you?  I know I sure as hell don't.  The people I have met in my many travels have been great.  Travel well, and Americans- don't act like entitled asses.  I know for the most part every country has their own people who act like jerks.  It isn't just Americans,  We all have our own dumb ass Dentists. I'm probably one of the asses, I hope not, but.......

Beer to the wise? or Is five kids enough (for me?)(to end me?)

It's the Way of the Beer, Sensei!  The gentle amber flowing from the bottle,  the end of the beers trip in an equally amber flowing stream.  The not so lovely pounding of ones skull the next day, or maybe even the same night.  "Suck it up" you say.  It's the way of the beer!

Well the Way of Beer takes me in even less pleasant ways nowadays. I mean in your teens, your twenties it was easy, but "Nope, Not for me anymore, Thank you." I'm in my thirties, and would rather bang my head on the wall to get a headache, But hey, I have 1,2,3,4,5 kids!! I don't need to bang my head on the wall.
    Kids can bring on a headache to rival a hangover, no prob.  I love my kids, but when school starts, Hallelujah!!  Free to breathe for 8 hours, 5 days a week!  Miracle of school, bless you, bless you. I love 'em but they do drive me up a wall.  I'm still trying to figure out how they got my personal "go nuts" code.  Two of them got it down pat.  Two of them are working on their graduates degree in nut-ology, and the other ones only a baby, give him time.

The magic of Parenthood is the survival OF PARENTING.  If I can do it, anybody can!  Beer to the wise, Drink'em when your young, becuase you sure as hell can't do it later. "If you want to keep your kid's dumbass!" says this worn and torn parent. ("But I still love parenting! I must be completely insane!")

T.V. and why I can't fit inside the new ones

  Friggin' flat screen T.V.! Have you ever wanted to actually be in your T.V.? Well your chance is quickly eroding. I find it physically impossible to fit inside an actual t.v., however with limited options "and those fading fast" I found an old T.V. and climbed my fat ass inside. So I'm in there with the neighborhood squirrel's chillin' that's right chillin'. I gots to gots too have my t.v. dinner in here once. So yes to the old, boo to the new. The nerve of those bastards taking up less space in the house, and having a much better picture too. Although they can't handle a baseball being whipped at them either. So screw it, back to the old for me. Till my kids get older and I'm pretty well assured a baseball doesn't happen. I'm a T.v. addict, and gosh darn it people like me "anyway."