Man Oh Live it is COLD !! Well for Texas it is anyway. If that wind would just quit it might not be so bad. I figure I need to post before they ( whoever THEY are ) disconnect my blog and send me back to the world of the blogless, and then I would not have the power of the pen ( keyboard actually ) to influence others to emulate my every thought and action. Gotta love the unchecked power of persuasion afforded to us all now by this World Wide Web. Dubya dubya dubya dot com is where it's at baby! Wish I had a multinational corporation so I could use my bailout money to give myself a raise and then boost my image online to sell more widgets to midgets and make more money to justify giving myself an increase in salary to compensate me for being such a successful businessman. I guess I will just have to plod along trying to find enjoyment in the small details of life. You know, the unimportant things we all take for granted - a child's faith in you, a warm embrace of a loved one, a parent's approval of your efforts, that knowing nod and grin you get from your best friend at just the right time, and other assorted trivial meaningless attributes of humanity that have very little, if any, monetary value. They do, however, have LIFE VALUE. If I remember anything from Sister Mother May I's religion class, it is that we all should work on our life value and see where that leads us. Who knows, it might even help out on the bottom line at the end of the day. Why don't we all just give it a try and see. Okay I have reached the Livery and am ready to get off of this 20 hands high mare. I hoped to actually write The Penny Story that I wanted to post first on my blog, but again, much to my surprise, have gone woefully ary in my meanderings.......maybe now you all are starting to better grasp what neurotic neurons I have. I can never tell when their firings will be joined by equally represented misfirings. I will release you now from my linguistic languishings and attempt to refresh my DHEA levels with a hopefully adequate REM encounter. Until the muse's second cousin once removed bothers me again, I will leave you, just meandering down the dirt road of life.
2 comments:
Sister mother may I?
Oh, brother.
:)
I'm tellin' ya, she really taught at Catholic school. I know of at least ten different people at ten different schools who had her. I hear she is still out there somewhere torturing kids by making them copy pages from the dictionary.
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