Postings of whatever crosses my mind that I perceive to be relevant to the World as I view it... Rational...Irrational... Sane... Insane... Who gets to make that call?? I DO!!!
... Pussy is the name of a song by David Allan Coe. And if you don't believe me then play THIS!!!!
I'm definitely in one of those moods today...
Looks like someone has this cat by his balls... of course, if someone had me by my balls, I'd probably look like that too...
This looks kinda sorta like how my house used to look when I was married once upon a time... she had become a cat freak. She knew I was allergic to cats, so she would always amp up the cat count... I'm sure she felt at some point I would just keel over and die... she had nine indoor cats when we divorced... how "passive aggressive" is that?
Cats are pooping machines... anywhere... everywhere... they don't care...
I wonder if Green Eggs and Ham is really processed catpoop?? Of course, Soylent Green is peeeppleeeee......
Charlton Heston said so...
He was there... he would know...
Awwww... what a cute little pussy...
Hmmm... a scared pussy!!!!!
Rhut Rho!!!
Dad is going to be in trouble!!!!!!!!
Hmmm... this would give a new meaning to oral contraceptive... no?
Don't flies vomit when they land? So is the male fly throwing up on the female fly? Is there such a thing as 'vomit play?'
Be right back...
OMG!!!
Do NOT go there!!!!!!!
Blerk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(yes there is!!!!)
fukken cat...
I think I used this line recently in a post... the 'she' frog looks dead to me...
Hmmm... I'm afraid this is probably true for a lot of men!!!!!!!!!
Carol, over at The Gardener has tagged me to answer eight questions.... there are always fun... and I'm always willing.. so here goes!!!
1. Is there any one thing in life you still long to do?
Hell... there's a bunch of things I want to do... I guess it depends on the mood I'm in at the time. I still need to get back to Monument Valley... or Moab, Utah... or Sedona, AZ. I have some unfinished business there. I wish I had been more tuned into this area earlier in Life, but then again, things happen on their own time frame.
2. What makes you sad?
Ohh.... knowing that I will never ever see my Mother or Dad again. If I could have had another fifteen minutes with each of them, the fact is that Mom would still have been gone 30 years... and Dad 15 years. I do miss them so... each and every day.
3. When you think back over your life so far...what is the one perfect day that stands out in your mind?
I'm going to have to claim two such days... the days of the births of my daughter and of my son...
4. Who is your favorite person to be with?
No names yet... but there is someone's company that I do enjoy.
5. Do you keep or tell secrets?
They are secrets!!! One doesn't tell secrets!!!!!
6. What kind of music do you listen to the most?
Well... mostly classic rock... if you are going to press me for bands, you are out of luck because I tend to listen to a whole bunch of everything! Due to a recent post by Carol, I'm listening to Creedence Clearwater now...
7. Eggs and bacon or French toast and waffles?
It depends... eggs and bacon are really good somedays... French toast AND waffles sound redundant... now, French Toast and bacon? or Waffles and bacon?? Let's flip a coin... but I do like making waffles on occasion... I wish I could get them nice and crispy though... I'm beginning to think that they aren't crispy because of the non-stick stuff... Boooo!!!!!!
I am going to try to make some pan fried potatoes like my Mom used to make... they were SO good... anyone have any ideas on how that is done???
8. If you had one idea to share with the world what would it be?
I would encourage everyone to be kinder... nicer... less rude, and most of all, more respectful of others... I think that is the greatest problem in our society... and in the world today... people, all in all, are mean, hateful... And in part, I blame the increase in this type of activity on the 'reality shows'... where it seems to be 'cool' to be hurtful... spiteful... mean to others. I don't get it.
I would like to answer one of the questions asked of Carol... it was:
What is the best thing you ever ate?
It had to be the pancakes and syrup that my Mom used to make. They were SO good... and if I could get that 15 minutes extra with my Mom, I would ask her how she made her pancake syrup... do any of you make your own syrup? If so, share with me...
I will ask any of you to answer these questions... or return to Carol's site and answer the ones asked of her.
Carol, over at The Gardener has seen fit to honor me with a blog award... I am so honored when someone finds my ramblings to be something special... I'm either off on some kind of a humor tangent... or a music quest... and from time to time, get on a serious note like the last couple of posts... Like myself, Carol says she started her blog in order to journal... and the things just seem to take a mind of their own and go off on some tangent.
She also posts some good music! Just recently, she featured one of my more favorite 'Mamas and Papas' song, "Monday Monday..." If you haven't already, go over and spend some time at her place. I think you will like it.
Carol stated in her post that one can go through a 'middle-life metamorphosis that makes one do some deep thinking...' Maybe that's where a lot of that stuff comes from!!! I like 'middle-life' better than 'mid-life' anyway...
Please go by and spend some time at these sites... I do...
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This is in keeping with the spirit of my last two posts... to an extent... and I believe theis to be true... We ARE in charge of OUR lives... if WE don't like something that is going on, then WE should take control... take charge!!!
A 'Thank You!' to Robelyn for finding this and emailing it to me...
I am thinking of this as a follow-up to the 'Inspired By Tee' post from the other day...
The comments you all left are so appropriate for what I was wanting... trying... to convey...
Robelyn's comments reflect a great deal of my thoughts... it's "how" one worships... how one lives, more so than where...
I remember when my Mom was dying... and I was trying to come to grips with facing the first death of immediate family in my life. A 'friend' commented to me one day that he was worried about my Mom... I thanked him and told him that I was as well. He replied back with something along the lines of not being concerned about her physical death, but the "hereafter"... because as he put it, 'your Mom never went to church.'
I was so offended! I was so angry!! I was so mad!!! I wanted to bitch-slap this 'Holier Than Thou' person as hard as I could... but I didn't. Mom and Dad lived next door to this really wonderful Baptist minister... Brother Hubbell was such a good man. I shared this story with him... and he told me to not worry... that Mom was ok and was going to be ok. Brother Hubbell later performed my Mom's funeral... and in it was a message, I'm not sure if it was for me or for the @#%^#@%@&^ I talked about above, but he told his wonderful story of how he and my Mom would spend many afternoons talking over the backyard fence... and given the conversations that they had, he wasn't worried about her salvation...
Tee asks... 'What is the right thing to believe? What's the truth?' I think what is the right thing to believe... what is the truth... is what we think. No one has any business telling me, or you, or anyone else what is right and what is wrong... I think that what I believe, what you believe, Tee... is the truth and is the right thing for each of us to believe.
Much like Magnolia commented... she is where she is at this point in her life. That's ok for her... it just is!!
Sunny says she believes 'in love,' but that she's wishy washy on the topic. That's ok... many of us spend a lifetime trying to determine where we are spiritually... and I think that if we don't get the message this lifetime, then maybe the next!
f8hasit mentions the atrocities that have been committed historically by organized religion... and it's true. The countless numbers of people who have been killed and tortured in some God's / god's / gods' name or worship. Much along that same line, Marnie mentions the use of fear of a higher power. I recall learning it that way... that if you do this, God will punish you. My God is a benevolent God... not angry... not a punisher. Christine added that she grew up Catholic... there are many stories there...
Robin reminds us that it is a complicated decision that would be much easily resolved if we knew the answer beforehand... but we don't. I do believe that it is ok to be skeptical about things in Life, but eventually, only each of us has to believe what we believe... damn, that makes no sense!!!
Carol sounds as if she's in about the same place I am... it is a process...
Robin and Carol each acknowledge that they are glad that I didn't take my life. I recall at the time, it being such an easy decision to make, and almost too easy to carry out. I posted about it Here and Here. It's not pretty...
Shelly Rayedeane's comment is wonderful! 'Without faith in something, the soul rots.' Even if what you believe is the polar opposite of what I believe, I think it's important to have some belief.
I also like what Jen commented... 'I know that, no matter what I think, it doesn't or shouldn't matter to anyone else. ' and 'Each of us must follow their own heart in the matter of God and religion...' There is SO much truth in this!!!
And Pat... who says that as a believer, she struggles with a mix of ideas... I think the common thread that we have in the comments, and with which I would totally agree, is that it isn't something that one takes on easily...
I think the summation of the comments were wonderful, and warranted a post instead of replies in the comments section... Your comments help me define what it is I perceive myself to be... and where I am headed.
I know that this is the journey that I am on... and it is even stated in my profile... I am trying to find that mix... that blend... that successfully gets me to the end of my Life... one with little or no regrets... and as I have stated, it's not easy.
It is hard to believe that Jimi Hendrix has been gone 40 years... he died September 18, 1970...
He came out of nowhere, it seems... with such fluid chording structures and rhythm playing... He took guitar playing to the next level, and although there are players today who could probably play circles around Jimi... he is who I want to listen to... Those opening licks to 'Voodoo Chile'... wow...
Did you know that Jimi Hendrix was in the 101st Airborne Division and stationed at Fort Campbell, Kentucky?
Did you know that Jimi Hendrix played guitar for the Isley Brothers??
... as well as Curtis Knight and the Squires???
In 1966, Chas Chandler was ending his stint as the bassist for Eric Burdon and the Animals... and felt he could make promote Jimmy... Chas was the one who changed the spelling to Jimi... and gathered the personnel to form 'The Jimi Hendrix Experience'...
Jimi Hendrix recorded three albums with the Experience, and then moved on to 'Band Of Gypsies' with Billy Cox and Buddy Miles...
... and early on September 18, 1970, at the age of 27... Jimi Hendrix died...
It's hard to believe it's been that long ago that he died... he influenced so many guitar players... it was always the guys like him and Clapton that made me want to sell my gear and just quit...
He had a song on the 'Axis: Bold As Love' album called 'If 6 was 9'... and there is a lyric in the song... that helped set myself in motion towards where I would be heading the rest of my Life... and that lyric is:
"I'm the one that's gotta die when it's time for me to die..."
I can remember the first time I read it... as if it was only yesterday... it told me that I was responsible for myself... and that I need not worry about what others thought about me or said about me. It's not easy to do...
I wonder if I will be remembered 40 years after I am gone... I doubt it... but it's ok. It's all part of the plan...
Tee over at "The Diva's Random Thoughts" posted a topic the other day in which she asked questions. I have spent a great amount of time thinking about them. My Mom and Dad were never very religious people... but when we were kids, they did insist that we go to Sunday School... later I went to church... and even became involved in various activities in my church... Hell, to the point where I mentioned to my once-upon-a-time-wife that I might go to seminary. She told me bluntly that if I did that, she would divorce me... Hell, she divorced me anyway, so I guess I should have gone!
As I've aged, I've shifted from being 'religious' to being more 'spiritual'...
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religious[rɪˈlɪdʒəs]
adj
1. of, relating to, or concerned with religion
2.
a. pious; devout; godly
b. (as collective noun; preceded by the) the religious
3. appropriate to or in accordance with the principles of a religion
4. scrupulous, exact, or conscientious
5. (Christianity / Ecclesiastical Terms) Christianity of or relating to a way of life dedicated to religion by the vows of poverty, chastity, and obedience, and defined by a monastic rule
n
(Christianity / Ecclesiastical Terms) Christianity a member of an order or congregation living by such a rule; a monk, friar, or nun
1. Of, relating to, consisting of, or having the nature of spirit; not tangible or material. See Synonyms atimmaterial.
2. Of, concerned with, or affecting the soul.
3. Of, from, or relating to God; deific.
4. Of or belonging to a church or religion; sacred.
5. Relating to or having the nature of spirits or a spirit; supernatural.
n.
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a. A religious folk song of African-American origin.
b. A work composed in imitation of such a song.
2. Religious, spiritual, or ecclesiastical matters. Often used in the plural.
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I'm not sure that the definitions helped a great deal... afterall, I do believe it's what one feels inside and how one acts that goes greatly toward defining who and what that person is...
I guess when I claim to be 'Spiritual' and not 'Religious,' I am making the distinction about not being all caught up in the finer details of what makes one a Baptist... or a Methodist... or any of the other World's religions...
I do belive in a higher power... I do believe in God... but from that point on, I start to struggle a bit...
I have found that over time, as I read and learn more about different theologies, I've found myself 'cutting-and-pasting' from them and creating my own 'Shoesology.'
I've read several of Gary Zukav's books... he is best known for 'The Seat Of The Soul'...
It's been a while since I have read this book, and I may need to go back and re-read... a great deal of what he espouses in his writings seem to greatly mirror Hinduism... especially from the concept of reincarnation. My buddy, KP, Hindu and Dot-Indian, tells me that Hindus believe that one can be reincarnated forward or backward... so if in this life time as a human, there is a life lesson that you can learn better as a dog, a cat, or a rat, or a whatever, that is what happens... Zukav is of the opinion that everyone is reincarnated forward. Of course, there is no evidence/proof that any of this happens. I think having a belief system... some kind of tenet... just helps one adjust as he/she moves through Life.
Zukav and the Hindus agree that one lives and is reborn over and over until something akin to the 'perfect Life' is attained. From that point, they then ascend to Nirvara or some other Heavenly Bliss... of course, if that is true, then what happens once we reach that level?
I have been visited in dreams by my friend, Barry, and my former mother-in-law. I say visited, because in those dreams, each said or did something to address something in our lives/relationships that had not been finished. I believe that my Dad intervened the night that I was prepared to take my Life... now on that night, Dad didn't appear in any form or fashion, but instead, in a comment that kept playing over and over in my head.
My son, BoyShoes insists that my Mom... his grandmother, was sitting at the foot of his bed reading him a story... and that when he sat up in bed, she put her finger to her nose to have him remain silent.
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Who really knows, Tee... what is out there? Scientists are saying that Outer Space is the last great frontier, but I'm just not sure. Of course, I'm not in any kind of hurry to make that journey!!
I'm not quite sure where this post originated... maybe it has something to do with my mental state... my inner psyche... or just simply the fact that I am fucked up...
I'm not exactly sure why I remembered this 'fact' this afternoon... but I remember reading somewhere that pig penises (penii??) are shaped like cork screws...
WTF?!?!?!?!?!?!
Ladies... would you have sex with a man if his penis was shaped like that corkscrew there? I mean, look at the end on that thing?!?!?! I would think the old 'pile-driving' maneuver would become ever so painful!!!
Evidently, former President Clinton sports one... YIKES!!!!!!!!
Hmmm... that guy looks kinda like John Holmes... no?
When did the 'corkscrew' become a phallic symbol? Hell, I'm a guy and it seems painful to ME...
Maybe this is where the usage of the word, 'pork' became a verb for sex... Oddly enough, it DOES look like a pig... no? And why doesn't Porky Pig wear a shirt and pants? I mean, a tie and a jacket... he looks like he may be a valet in some kind of Pig Porkin' Sex Club or something... and if you study the photo, Porky does NOT have a corkscrew shaped penis...
I've discovered a phrase, "Porky Piggin' It"... and it relates to one hangs around his house pants-less... I have to admit to having done this on a rather regular basis...
I wonder if my desire to "Porky Pig It" goes back to my childhood... when I saw Porky Pig on a regular basis walking around essentially naked... Hmmm... It may explain a great deal!!!!
This guy has a penis shaped like a pig... however, it doesn't appear that the pig's head is all that 'full'... if'n you know what I mean...
Charley Brown doesn't seem to have a corkscrew-shaped penis... or a pig shaped penis... but given the scale of that thing, Charley is quite 'hung'...
Poor guy... he's losing his big head AND his little head...
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Now... if that wasn't twisted enough.. consider THIS!!!
Not only do pigs supposedly have a corkscrew-shaped penis, but their orgasms also last thirty ( 30 ) minutes!!!! I am SOOOOOOO FUKKENNNN Jealous!!!!!!!
I have to admit that I've been called a 'pig' by a few women, but I don't think it had anything to do with thirty-minute orgasms or corkscrew-shaped penis...
I wonder... is it just the male pig that has the thirty minute orgasm, or does the female get to participate as well? If not, I would think things would be rather 'Boaring" for her...
... and if a pig has a corkscrew-shaped penis, does it take him thirty minutes to unwind?? Inquiring minds want to know!!!!!
And maybe now, we better understand why someone squeals like a 'stuck pig!!!!'
OUCH!!!!!!!
Hmmm.... he doesn't appear to have a corkscrew-shaped penis... and appears to be too large!!!!
For some reason... I don't think I will ever view '69' quite the same...
Makin' Bacon!! or... Sex Education, The Early Years...
I'm not quite sure what comes to mind here...???
'Hard up' or 'Desperate?'
Oink, Oink, Baby...
Hell.. this was going to be about corkscrew-shaped penises and thirty-minute-orgasms... and the thing just took on a life of its own...
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