Spring's in the air. The fireworks are blazing through the warm night's sky... here I am on the 8th floor, and The Tribe is back in town! We live a half a mile from the Cleveland Indians’ stadium, The Jake, and finally we're watching our home team kick ass again... Well maybe, they really aren't that good.... But right at the moment, we're 15 to 3, and it's lookin' good for the Tribe tonight... with every home run there's fireworks,r ocketing through, lighting up the dark night's sky. Ya gotta love baseball, mom and apple pie... Baseball might not be your thing.. maybe ya don't even like sports, but everyone likes pie...
So what's your Favorite? The pie, the flavor ya savor?
It’s every womans dream…. streamlined and tapered… just the right sized shaft, long thick and smooth, it’s pistol grip action shoots a creamy sticky glob just right for doin’ the job… with a touch of the finger the sensation does linger… pulsating,whirling twirlin’ deep thrusting head and accessories are sure to please… vibrating with such ease… tickles her fancy and deep cleans even rims…. Yup once again for mothers day I found just the right gift ….. The Lysol ready brush toilet cleaning system… kinda like the toilet plunger and duck tape I gave her on Valentines day…. What did you give or get for Mothers Day?????
Times sure have changed since I was a kid... the Tv shows and the cartoons sure are different... back then when I was just about four there was Kookla Fran and Ollie, Lucy's Toy Shop and Captain Kangaroo to watch every mornin'... Saturday morning cartoons were something we really looked forward to watchin' and there was the Sunday Night Walt Disney Movie on TV.... even the weekly sitcoms were filmed with family viewing in mind... Parents never had to answer embarrassing' questions from what they'd watched on the screen..hell they couldn't even show a married couple in the same bed together back then unless they had one foot visibly on the floor, I dream of Jeannie wouldn't even show her Belly Button and ya never saw Aunt Bee wearin' a thong (thanx to God for that)...Now the Disney movies and cartoons are kinda steamy at times and even the PG movies raise some questions that can be hard to answer... But today's kids have more to choose from,there's cartoon network,Nickelodeon and so many shows, to many to list... cartoons,animated movies galore, Disney's steamed things up just to keep people watchin',all the while the censors are trying to clean things up, things they deem unfit.. all in ours and the kids best interests... while they'll allow sexually suggestive outfits,talk and even scenes, now they wanna give R ratings just for showing someone using tobacco or havin' a smoke.. that '70s show had to delete references to dope smokin',yet allowed to show the characters jumpin' in and outta bed like bunny rabbits... Now having been through a set or two of step kids, it's funny to see what they preferred to watch...my exes allowed them the freedom to watch most everything except porn,yet they preferred to watch things like Aladdin , Beauty and the Beast and the like... sometimes over and over again... (so many times that I went and hid Aladdin after seein' it for the 10,000th time) It's good to see that most kids will and still prefer to watch something entertaining and with a good message....
What were you watching back when,What are ya lettin' the kiddies watch today?
I just spent the day back home trying to catch up on some things down there.... I got to spend some time with Henri... for those that don't know, Henri's my cat, and Tiffy to... Short sweet and simple, I'm missin' Henri and Tiffy right now and thinkin' back to when I first got Henri... It wasn't easy coming up with a name for him, nor most of my pets I've had before... Ya see I let my pets name themselves, it's kinda hard to explain but I never name them right of the bat, I just wait until their name just falls into place, the right name for'em.. Cats, dogs, that's the way it's always been with me and them... Henri wasn't named after my dad as some think, his name was Henry, Henri's the most ornery cat I've ever had and Henri in french is pronounced, Onrey or something like it... just seemed so right at the time and still today... So now I'm wonderin', Past or present, what were your pets names, how'd ya come up with'em?
Bambi, Rocky Raccoon… little pink possums dressed up oh what a treat…. And I don’t mean field dressed… Road kill all, some see it as a food source… Now one sees it as an art form… In Southern Illinois an art major has taken to the highways and the byways turning road kill into still lifes…. With a trunk full of baby and doll clothes, cosmetics and nail polish, this fruit loop is giving the road pizzas an Extreme make over… Someone never taught her not to play with her food…. In an attempt to use art as a statement against the carnage caused by careless motorists she’s dressin’ em up in little costumes, even their Sunday’s best.. Styling their hair, painting their paws and their claws… A new art media layin’ in the median….. A picture I really don’t wanna see… Just when ya think you’ve seen it all…Another one’s brought to ya by Fox News Network
Once upon a time, in a media that time forgot… there existed a dinosaur that roamed the air waves… the ads that drove their message home. Before the pop-up ads that plague the internet, before the info-mercials that infest the boob tube today… back in the twilight zone of the ‘80s, that prehistoric time fondly known as the ‘70s… The As-seen-on-TV ad was born. The Pocket Fisherman by Popel… Music by K-Tel, songs by yer favorite srtist, but sang by some shitty-assed band. The Dice A-Matic… it slices, it dices, it subsidizes on your hard earned money. Ginzu Knives, the heart-throb of every culture’s housewives… They sawed through wood, steel, your empty beer cans… cuts through steel, flesh or bone. Gotta spouse that ya’ wanna dismember? Super Glue… strong enough to suspend a construction workin’ midget in mid air… Every conceivable, plastic useless invention invaded the senses, overwhelming us with the desire to buy the next trashy gadget. The Rontel Button-Matic, Popel’s Stud-a-Matic (how many horny housewives bought into that one?). All sold as seen-on-TV at WoolWorth’s Woolco’s, the Walmart’s of their day. P.T. Barnum was right. There’s a sucker born every minute, and we’re it! And that was their motto… much as it is today. The Nordic-Trac, Cross Country Skier, Instant Weight Loss Diets. They still exist. They’ve evolved, mutated into the info mercials we see… the useless crap we buy from Tv, pop-ups, even the ads sent with our credit card bills today… Bulk mail,junk mail, whole rain forests are cut down just to send those catologs and the unsolicited mail over flowin' our mail boxes and breakin' your mail man's back... The ‘info mercial’, Tv commercials,and those flashy trashy magazine ads today are designed by physiologists, consultants, to work on our psyche to lure us further into temptation, to buy these useless products that we sublimely believe will improve our lives… to be as slim as Paris Hilton, to sport wood as big and stiff as Smilin’ Bob himself… Are you the envy of your neighborhood??? Life comes at ya’ fast… got insurance??? Wanna kill that damn Aflac duck??? Do ya owe every where ya go? What’s in yer wallet??? What more needs to be said? They’re sayin’ it all for us in the subliminal adds today… What useless crap have you been sucked into buyin’? What’s in yer mailbox?
I said I never was gonna show anything more than a face pic, butt I've been here a year now so maybe it's time to show my ass.... just posted my first album in me profile... Me showin' my ass... if ya happen to see it,let me know if it makes my butt look fat....
The time: 7:00 AM The place: Somewhere over Cleveland, 8 floors high in the sky, sound asleep, snuggled, dreamily away in our bed... Rinnnnnng! Cottontail bunnies, Eeyore and Toto, running up the Yellow Brick Road... there's a tea party and Alice is handing out fatties... Humpty Dumpty's manning the free bar... I'm in my happy place, dreaming away... Rinnnnggggg! Hillary Clinton's got Rush Limbauagh pinned on the mat... end of round three. Rinnnnng! Almost awake now, I realize it's the phone, but it's 7 AM. Just who could it be? Maybe it's one of the jobs I've been applyin' for! Rinnnngggg! Stumbling bleary-eyed to the phone, hands trembling in anticipation I pick it up... Me: Hello It: Good morning sir! me: huh? It: Are you satisfied with your phone service? me: What the fuck? It: Sorry sir, I'm with Sprint and we're.. me: fuck you Slam! Just another telephone solicitor. Don'tcha just hate that shit!!!
The Gander stood watch as best he could whilst the goose grazed away in the dew dampened grass... she hardly noticed him or her surroundings, she wasn't right in the head, a silly goose ya might say.... Yet she was content and felt safe as she sensed her mate was there beside her, protecting her from the dangers all around.... but she didn't know,couldn't because the brain damage from the shotgun pellet in her head... didn't realize that her mate was as damaged as she, was so lame with infection that he was about to die.. Winter had been hard on them, the trip north had started with them both being wounded by the hunters guns... they should've nested by now with a gaggle of gosling's beside them but that was a life denied them by those same hunters guns... Luck was with them, they'd found the one spot that safety insured them, the green manicured grasses of a down town Cleveland hospital... here man had been kinder to them, putting out corn and water to meet their needs... for what little time they had left, there was safety at long last....
Worse than a creepy, eight-legged mcnasty ya find in your shower, worse than finding cockroaches, even a mouse, rat or snake... no matter where ya are, these vermin, these pests will find ya...
Eight floors high in the sky, a security building, electronic card entry... no way in, no way out without a guard, the cameras watching your every move... yet here they are knocking on the door... They've found me once again... Yup, that's right... there's Jehovah's Witnesses here going from floor to floor...
And if that don't beat all there's the basement waterproofers calling on the phone...
They call me speed bump back where I come from, I’ve got an irrational fear of little red Pontiac sports cars…..but not without good reason….Then again I bought her that little red Pontiac for mother’s day the year before…..Never reealizing I'd be a target, the cause of the dents on it's hood and doors I can still hear that little four cyclinder engine's roar every time I step foot out the door. To say my marriage was a stormy one’s an understatement without a doubt….a marriage that was sure to crash and burn….A rocky road we traveled right from the start,but the final days are what this post’s about….
Tweetie birds and 24’s, bumper stickers,decals covered the windows and the doors….You can take the girl outta the trailer park but ya can’t take the trailer park outta the girl… NASCAR and Big Time Wrestling Real sports to her, American Idol, country music filled the world in which she lived…….
Third shift factory work and a few Boy friends thrown in, yet she thought I was cheatin’ and the stalkin’ started in…. at work,home or play, that little red sports car was never far away….
But the time came,enough was enough and on mothers day a year later she was gifted with the restraining order… and the repo man finally found that little red sports car….
Mother's day's upon us and here's a post,a bit of poetry I wrote for Lisa and her son in our couples blog, gypsy_and_wenchFor Her and Her Son... Please give a read and thanx to all of ya that do....
Fingers numb, achin’… muscles taut and straining against the rigid intense throbbing shaft…. Breath coming in gasps… nearly there, that climactic moment’s near at hand the moment ….
Now it’s past, but I’m left with a burning,yearning, a physical urge to scratch that itch an itch that must be scratched I had no choice but to take matters in hand yesterday…. Lisa was busy playin’ with the pussy so I was all alone and had to get the job done, That’s right My fucking made in America lawnmower wouldn’t start and the yard was almost knee high, all I had left at my disposal was my big assed weed eater so I had to weed whack that sucker into shape…. I fought the yard but the yard won…. I’ve got poison ivy now!
But Henri cat has a new friend and I got the yard chopped down, it’s now ready to bale into hay…. And with these gas prices I might just need that hay when I have to buy a horse or start walkin’.....
Figures though, after all was said and done the fuckin' lawnmower started....
