Monday, June 30, 2008
And then there's This.......
Just a musical visualization of how I work things through........
I'm truly in Love this time, and I swear, for the last time. The Dragn gets me, as spooky as that seems...no secrets, no holding back....just love.......
Hmmmm.....An Ending, and I wish her well.....
Love simply is.....and it's not concealed, or hidden, or embarassed.....when looking deeply into myself on a recent painful experience, I realised just how "right" she was when she was concerned that she might be that "rebound" Woman.
Except that I was more that Man.....Fair seas, my Dear, you shall be a fond memory. I've moved on......Thank you for having the courage to kick this old Wollf to the curb.........I just had to do this....for me.
Amazing to me.......always did like dragons.....
Wollf
Except that I was more that Man.....Fair seas, my Dear, you shall be a fond memory. I've moved on......Thank you for having the courage to kick this old Wollf to the curb.........I just had to do this....for me.
Amazing to me.......always did like dragons.....
Wollf
I have a Dogglet........
His name is Uber Actually, Uber Doggen Snool........snool being that wet spot you find on your pillow in the morning.....ewwww, I know.
Uber came along with my new and last Lady.....he's a champion line Chocko Labrador, showed up in my life at six weeks old.....oh my. He is going to most likely be one of the best Dogs that I have evah been best buddies with.
But, at the same time.......I hate him. Dragn hates him, even the Cubs have their moments.....Nothing. And yes, I mean Nothing, is safe from his extremely sharp little teeth or the things that come out of his furry little a$$......
That being said, there is a list of reasons our Dogs act the way they do....to whit, a reprinting, *I think*, from a year ago or so.......
Ask your dog, if you have a relationship where He'll tell you the truth, what it is about us Hoomans that irritates him,....and he might just answer......"Well....
Blaming your farts on me..... not funny... not funny at all !!!
Yelling at me for barking. I'M A FRIGGIN' DOG, fer Chrissakes.........
Taking me for a walk, then not letting me check stuff out. Exactly whose walk is this anyway?
Any trick that involves balancing food on my nose. Stop it!
Any haircut that involves bows or ribbons. Now you know why we chew your stuff up when you're not home.
The sleight of hand, fake fetch throw. I hate that....... You fooled a dog! Whoooo Hoooooooo what a proud moment for the top of the food chain.
Taking me to the vet for 'the big snip', then acting surprised when I freak out every time we go back!
Getting upset when I sniff the crotches of your guests. Sorry, but I haven't quite mastered that handshake thing yet.
Dog sweaters. Hello ??? Haven't you noticed the fur? Please don't embaass me like that....sheesh.
How you act disgusted when I lick myself. Look, we both know the truth. You're just jealous. You can't do it, I can.....get over it.
Now lay off me on some of these things. We both know who's boss here! You don't see me picking up your poop do you?"
Oh, and by the way......is Uber not the cutest lil' Doglet you evah saw, or what?
Wollf is a happy Man.....just.....plain.....friggin' Happy.
Got what I need in Life...still have a ways to go on the personal Journey, but a Woman of Repute that Loves me, and......a DOG......and three of the finest Cubs evah made..........
Happy....that's Wollf
Breaking News.........
Iranian Official: Ahmadinejad Was Target of X-Ray Assassination Plot
See the entire story at FOX NEWS
Just goes to show that the little midget also has a dwarfed brain. X-Ray Death Plot? Puhh Leeze.
I apologize to any Dwarves, Midgets or Homer Simpson look alikes that I may have just now offended.
Somebody, please, really....just off this little nutcase......
Wollf
See the entire story at FOX NEWS
Just goes to show that the little midget also has a dwarfed brain. X-Ray Death Plot? Puhh Leeze.
I apologize to any Dwarves, Midgets or Homer Simpson look alikes that I may have just now offended.
Somebody, please, really....just off this little nutcase......
Wollf
Why we win.......
This is video of an insurgent "sniper"....not really, 'cuz he's got an auto....firing from the top of a Mosque minaret. Bet he feels pretty safe up there.
Til' the Marine called in an airstrike......ouch
Couldn't help myself.......
Wollf
Til' the Marine called in an airstrike......ouch
Couldn't help myself.......
Wollf
Saturday, June 28, 2008
To Sven in Colorado......
Yah, Nineteen and Sixty Eight
Life running at the speed of a freight
Train, flyin' by like a Bakersfield express.
I s'pose you wouldn't guess.
But I was also around back then,
Chasin' Girls, but then again,
Although I had my passion,
And although it was in fashion,
I calmed down.
My Sire took us to San Francisco,
Campin', makin' cakes all filled with Crisco..
To the place that called him Home.....
Cuz, cousin, even thogh we roam,
We all gotta go back there,
Just a moment smellin' that old air...
Show our kids from whence we came
The roots of our loss or maybe fame....
He just frowned....
I tell stories a lot,
But believe it or not.
And this really is true...
As my Oath is to the RW and Blue,
He grew up on the corner of Ashbury and Haight
Myself and my siblings thinking it great,
Psychedelic people, not a one with a care
The sweet smell of grass, heh, filling the air
"Hippy clowns"......
And then he said
"They're better off dead.
They just don't know,
And all that they show
Is their lack of knowledge.
Even though they've been to college
They don't ever take a shower
Don't they know that 'Knowledge is Power'?
Let's skip town......"
And that was our trip to the Sar'Majors home town of San Francisco....naked and "nekkid" folkes running up and down, carrying peace signs and posies and smoking and shooting and he was Pissed.
He really grew up in the three bedroom apartment above the Drugstore on that famous corner........
Yup, he was right....Knowledge IS Power.
H/T to Sven, I hope you heard our toast today.
Semper Fi....and Eff Phoenix, they stole our Capital.
Wollf
Life running at the speed of a freight
Train, flyin' by like a Bakersfield express.
I s'pose you wouldn't guess.
But I was also around back then,
Chasin' Girls, but then again,
Although I had my passion,
And although it was in fashion,
I calmed down.
My Sire took us to San Francisco,
Campin', makin' cakes all filled with Crisco..
To the place that called him Home.....
Cuz, cousin, even thogh we roam,
We all gotta go back there,
Just a moment smellin' that old air...
Show our kids from whence we came
The roots of our loss or maybe fame....
He just frowned....
I tell stories a lot,
But believe it or not.
And this really is true...
As my Oath is to the RW and Blue,
He grew up on the corner of Ashbury and Haight
Myself and my siblings thinking it great,
Psychedelic people, not a one with a care
The sweet smell of grass, heh, filling the air
"Hippy clowns"......
And then he said
"They're better off dead.
They just don't know,
And all that they show
Is their lack of knowledge.
Even though they've been to college
They don't ever take a shower
Don't they know that 'Knowledge is Power'?
Let's skip town......"
And that was our trip to the Sar'Majors home town of San Francisco....naked and "nekkid" folkes running up and down, carrying peace signs and posies and smoking and shooting and he was Pissed.
He really grew up in the three bedroom apartment above the Drugstore on that famous corner........
Yup, he was right....Knowledge IS Power.
H/T to Sven, I hope you heard our toast today.
Semper Fi....and Eff Phoenix, they stole our Capital.
Wollf
Friday, June 27, 2008
Warrior Champions......
IAVA....Iraq-Afghanistan Veterans Association is attempting to raise funds to send a number of our Wounded Vets to the Paralympics. Their goal is just $20,000.00.
Watch the video...if you're not touched by the Heart and Soul of these Warriors, well, you know what I mean.
Then, go on over to the IAVA site and donate if you will. Just clicky click right HERE
G-d Bless them and you.....H/T Mike the Marine
Semper Fi, all
Wollf
Watch the video...if you're not touched by the Heart and Soul of these Warriors, well, you know what I mean.
Then, go on over to the IAVA site and donate if you will. Just clicky click right HERE
G-d Bless them and you.....H/T Mike the Marine
Semper Fi, all
Wollf
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Now..Hey There........
This Is A Tattoo to be proud of.......hmmmm?
I'm thinking left bicep....I'll change the lettering.....but I think it's the One....
Comments?
Sissies if you don't.......
Wollf
I'm thinking left bicep....I'll change the lettering.....but I think it's the One....
Comments?
Sissies if you don't.......
Wollf
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
From a Long, Long time ago......
Some wisdom....not necessarily good, but there you go.....
This is the "users guide" that you were each given before being tossed unceremoniously into the Stork's sack.....to be delivered into this World....
Words have been edited....sometimes I do that....because it should be a bit clearer for the time being. Because Rule #10 is set in stone......
1. You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it's yours to keep for the entire period.Take care of it. It is a tool....your most important one, because if you abuse it or neglect it.....you're done...no need to read any further.
2. You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called, "life." Do your homework.......you won't be graded until the end of your "term".
3. There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of trial, error, and experimentation. The "failed" experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiments that ultimately "work."
4. Lessons are repeated until they are learned. A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can go on to the next lesson. If you don't learn it......things tend to get ugly.....
5. Learning lessons does not end. There's no part of life that doesn't contain its lessons. If you're alive, that means there are still lessons to be learned. That's how we move forward on our Path.
6. "There" is no better a place than "here." When your "there" has become a "here", you will simply obtain another "there" that will again look better than "here." Buckaroo Banzai said....yeah, I know, "Who's BB?"...look it up, it's silly, but he said...."No matter where you go.......There you are."....it makes sense, trust me.
7. Other people are merely mirrors of you. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself. It's called "projection"....and it's what makes us who we are....learn it, and Life as a classroom becomes much more fun......
8. What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours. Do something or don't...I don't care....and I will very rarely toss you some spare change just because you've gone to the trouble of writing "HOMELESS...HUNGRY" on a cardboard sign.
9. Your answers lie within you. The answers to life's questions lie within you. All you need to do is look, listen, and trust. And it's frigging hard to do....Introspection, as in Honestly....warts and hairballs and all. Know thyself, Accept your strengths and weaknesses, and you'll pass the final test. Always strive to be "Better".....
10. You will forget all this. Every frigging word.....because the Baby will cry, your Boss will yell, your Spouse will need your attention........heh
Too bad......it's a good way to live.....
Love you guys,
Wollf
This is the "users guide" that you were each given before being tossed unceremoniously into the Stork's sack.....to be delivered into this World....
Words have been edited....sometimes I do that....because it should be a bit clearer for the time being. Because Rule #10 is set in stone......
1. You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it's yours to keep for the entire period.Take care of it. It is a tool....your most important one, because if you abuse it or neglect it.....you're done...no need to read any further.
2. You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called, "life." Do your homework.......you won't be graded until the end of your "term".
3. There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of trial, error, and experimentation. The "failed" experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiments that ultimately "work."
4. Lessons are repeated until they are learned. A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can go on to the next lesson. If you don't learn it......things tend to get ugly.....
5. Learning lessons does not end. There's no part of life that doesn't contain its lessons. If you're alive, that means there are still lessons to be learned. That's how we move forward on our Path.
6. "There" is no better a place than "here." When your "there" has become a "here", you will simply obtain another "there" that will again look better than "here." Buckaroo Banzai said....yeah, I know, "Who's BB?"...look it up, it's silly, but he said...."No matter where you go.......There you are."....it makes sense, trust me.
7. Other people are merely mirrors of you. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself. It's called "projection"....and it's what makes us who we are....learn it, and Life as a classroom becomes much more fun......
8. What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours. Do something or don't...I don't care....and I will very rarely toss you some spare change just because you've gone to the trouble of writing "HOMELESS...HUNGRY" on a cardboard sign.
9. Your answers lie within you. The answers to life's questions lie within you. All you need to do is look, listen, and trust. And it's frigging hard to do....Introspection, as in Honestly....warts and hairballs and all. Know thyself, Accept your strengths and weaknesses, and you'll pass the final test. Always strive to be "Better".....
10. You will forget all this. Every frigging word.....because the Baby will cry, your Boss will yell, your Spouse will need your attention........heh
Too bad......it's a good way to live.....
Love you guys,
Wollf
1956......
This baby was The one and only 5 Megabit Hard Drive.
It should give you pause when you compare it to the 2 Gigabit thumb drive in your pocket.......
*Pause*
There.....feel better?
Ooooh, that reminds me.....I've got some stuff on changes.....next post, promise.
It should give you pause when you compare it to the 2 Gigabit thumb drive in your pocket.......
*Pause*
There.....feel better?
Ooooh, that reminds me.....I've got some stuff on changes.....next post, promise.
Just some fun pictures that I've got.........
A town in Britain has started a new multi-cultural event at their local Library. You can go in and "check out" a real human being for a half hour conversation over coffee. Want to find out a bit more about an ethnic or religious group? Go check out a Muslim....wear your burkha though, and no jokes about Mohammed....
I saw this........I wonder if he charges?
Sometimes, "funny" and "frightening" go hand in hand....this poster spooked me, as it should you.....steal as desired. As a side note to this one, Israel is going to kick his little midget a$$ here pretty soon.....just after the November Elections? Lame duck POTUS, plausible deniability on political motive.....hmmm
And finally.....Little Baby BroWollf and I come from a gene pool containing a "bit" of Country Boy....(spell Redneck).....and, using a bit of PS ingenuity, Miss Dragn has created the perfect "El Rancho Lobo" for our weekend getaways.....
Glad to see he's come to visit.....
Hey, it was fun for me.....
Wollf
I saw this........I wonder if he charges?
Sometimes, "funny" and "frightening" go hand in hand....this poster spooked me, as it should you.....steal as desired. As a side note to this one, Israel is going to kick his little midget a$$ here pretty soon.....just after the November Elections? Lame duck POTUS, plausible deniability on political motive.....hmmm
And finally.....Little Baby BroWollf and I come from a gene pool containing a "bit" of Country Boy....(spell Redneck).....and, using a bit of PS ingenuity, Miss Dragn has created the perfect "El Rancho Lobo" for our weekend getaways.....
Glad to see he's come to visit.....
Hey, it was fun for me.....
Wollf
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Gurls Got Game.......
Ball Gurl at the Fresno-Tacoma World Series game........
Reminds me of somebody........hmmm.
What a great catch
Reminds me of somebody........hmmm.
What a great catch
Monday, June 23, 2008
Amerind Language...Lesson Time....oh, friggin' yay...
Okey Dokey....as some might remember, I am one quarter Peskotomahkati Indian....a Tribe of good repute...and as luck would have it for me, Wollf...one of the few Tribes that does not believe in "gambling"........oh my.
My Grandfather, Clarence was a strong influence on my Spirit....my Sire was busy doing what Fathers of the day did....Providing. He was a bit more recalcitrant than Grandfather.....no feelings of a negative nature directed at the Sar'major....it was simply the way of the times.....
Anyway....my Amerind Totem is the Wolf....in the language of the "People of the Dawn", Malsom.....it says a lot about me....and my younger Brother, also a Malsom. We are Social to the n'th degree when "necessary", but we are very, very more comfortable in our "Pack".......
We are both Mates for life sorts of Men. We are there for our Own...be they adopted or Blood....the Totem choice for both of us was quite appropriate. We are gentle Men, by and large, but we both have an ability for.....well, this isn't about Malsom.
Look it up if you wish....
So......the point.....My youngest, Lil'Wolfie is turning eleven in August....time to solidify his particular Animal Guide according to the Ancients....and in so doing, it will be incumbent upon me to refer to both he and his Brother, "Bigger", by their proper titles.....
Bigger is easy....his Totem is Bear.....
Muwin is the easiest pronunciation.....strong, gentle....Brave and self assured..
The She-cub has always been Deer.....
Ohtuk....graceful, fast....shy...
Lil"?.....I'm still fighting with my feelings on this, and I have little time....my "ego" tells me, because he has been described as my clone in appearance and demeanor to give him the gift of Malsom.....but....there is a little bit of
Raccoon in him....
Espons.....a valiant creature who uses his wits to achieve his goals.....
Hmmm....I have a lot to ponder, and I have to remove my own thought from the process. Anyone have any ideas?
Oh....and my Dragn? No question in my Soul at all....and no, I won't be so easy as to go with Qaqsoss.....the Fox....even though it might gain me some points.....Nope, she is definitely one of the rare.......
Kcikakak.....the Raven.....the Teacher.......She who Understands.....
Wish me luck.....My Journey is becoming exciting......
Malsom needs a bit of the Wolf Pack's perspective......
I will elaborate on the qualities and frailties of the Totems if there seems to be any interest. This was simply on my Heart tonite.......
Wollf
My Grandfather, Clarence was a strong influence on my Spirit....my Sire was busy doing what Fathers of the day did....Providing. He was a bit more recalcitrant than Grandfather.....no feelings of a negative nature directed at the Sar'major....it was simply the way of the times.....
Anyway....my Amerind Totem is the Wolf....in the language of the "People of the Dawn", Malsom.....it says a lot about me....and my younger Brother, also a Malsom. We are Social to the n'th degree when "necessary", but we are very, very more comfortable in our "Pack".......
We are both Mates for life sorts of Men. We are there for our Own...be they adopted or Blood....the Totem choice for both of us was quite appropriate. We are gentle Men, by and large, but we both have an ability for.....well, this isn't about Malsom.
Look it up if you wish....
So......the point.....My youngest, Lil'Wolfie is turning eleven in August....time to solidify his particular Animal Guide according to the Ancients....and in so doing, it will be incumbent upon me to refer to both he and his Brother, "Bigger", by their proper titles.....
Bigger is easy....his Totem is Bear.....
Muwin is the easiest pronunciation.....strong, gentle....Brave and self assured..
The She-cub has always been Deer.....
Ohtuk....graceful, fast....shy...
Lil"?.....I'm still fighting with my feelings on this, and I have little time....my "ego" tells me, because he has been described as my clone in appearance and demeanor to give him the gift of Malsom.....but....there is a little bit of
Raccoon in him....Espons.....a valiant creature who uses his wits to achieve his goals.....
Hmmm....I have a lot to ponder, and I have to remove my own thought from the process. Anyone have any ideas?
Oh....and my Dragn? No question in my Soul at all....and no, I won't be so easy as to go with Qaqsoss.....the Fox....even though it might gain me some points.....Nope, she is definitely one of the rare.......
Kcikakak.....the Raven.....the Teacher.......She who Understands.....
Wish me luck.....My Journey is becoming exciting......
Malsom needs a bit of the Wolf Pack's perspective......
I will elaborate on the qualities and frailties of the Totems if there seems to be any interest. This was simply on my Heart tonite.......
Wollf
Rest in Peace........
George Carlin.....passed away at the age of 71......
Nothing else to say.....a whole lot better writers will...
Wollf
Nothing else to say.....a whole lot better writers will...
Wollf
Saturday, June 21, 2008
It's a Birfday......
Rthmcdragn Had A Birfday today.......spent it all with Wollf and the Cubs....we had a grand time. Presents....super soakers all around. a double triple super chocolate cake.....with candles....although not the proper number, you know how "gurls" are, went shopping, ate the most disturbingly deliscious Polish Hot dogs you ever saw....
Had an adult beverage at the local haunt....yes, after dropping off the Cubs...and topped it off with a walk through our small town car show......
Wollf has a Lady. A Conservative, America and Gun Loving, and at least "slightly"
G-d fearing, Woman of Repute.
A Gurlfriend.....that Loves him......hmmmmm, I gotta think about that....too much...must breathe......nah, Some Things are just Right.
...............*thud*
Had an adult beverage at the local haunt....yes, after dropping off the Cubs...and topped it off with a walk through our small town car show......
Wollf has a Lady. A Conservative, America and Gun Loving, and at least "slightly"
G-d fearing, Woman of Repute.
A Gurlfriend.....that Loves him......hmmmmm, I gotta think about that....too much...must breathe......nah, Some Things are just Right.
...............*thud*
Friday, June 20, 2008
I don't know....I thought it was funny.....
June 19, 2008
Man Who Used Stick To Roll Ball Into Hole In Ground Praised For His Courage
SAN DIEGO—A man who used several different bent sticks to hit a ball to an area comprised of very short grass surrounding a hole in the ground was praised for his courage Monday after he used a somewhat smaller stick to gently roll the ball into the aforementioned hole in fewer attempts than his competitors. "What guts, what confidence," ESPN commentator Scott Van Pelt said of the man, who was evidently unable to carry his sticks himself, employing someone else to hold the sticks and manipulate the flag sticking out of the hole in the ground while he rolled the ball into it. "You have to be so brave, so self-assured, so strong mentally to [roll a ball into a hole in the ground]. Amazing." The man in question apparently hurt his knee during this activity.
Via Onion Sports..
Man Who Used Stick To Roll Ball Into Hole In Ground Praised For His Courage
SAN DIEGO—A man who used several different bent sticks to hit a ball to an area comprised of very short grass surrounding a hole in the ground was praised for his courage Monday after he used a somewhat smaller stick to gently roll the ball into the aforementioned hole in fewer attempts than his competitors. "What guts, what confidence," ESPN commentator Scott Van Pelt said of the man, who was evidently unable to carry his sticks himself, employing someone else to hold the sticks and manipulate the flag sticking out of the hole in the ground while he rolled the ball into it. "You have to be so brave, so self-assured, so strong mentally to [roll a ball into a hole in the ground]. Amazing." The man in question apparently hurt his knee during this activity.
Via Onion Sports..
Extra, Extra........Breaking News........
Ahmadinejad is an Idiot.
Ahmadinejad: U.S. Plotted to Kidnap, Assassinate Me in Iraq
From FOX NEWS
Here's a little Super Sekrit Squirrel information for you, lil' fellah. We.....as in the U.S of A......don't do that stuff any more. As much as I would love for it to happen, you are, after all, a *spit* Head of State, and we don't off *spit again* Heads of State.
Proof for you?
If we did have a plot to assassinate you......you would be answering to G-d as we speak.
Eff you.
Oh yeah.....you're a dwarf too......putz
*End Transmission*
Wollf
Harsh words from a Loving Heart.......
I received this....or a version of it via e-mail back in September sometime, and now that my lil She-Cub is all graduated and stepping out into the Semi-real world.....College is Not the real world....I think it's a good one to share.
I love you, kiddo, but here are are few of the things that you as a "grownup" should get used to........
Rule #1. Life is not fair. Get used to it. The average teenager uses the phrase "it's not fair" 8.6 times a day. You heard it all the time from your parents, who said it so often you decided they must be the most idealistic generation ever. Suck it up and do your best...it'll work out if you work hard.
Rule #2. The real world won't care as much about your self-esteem as your school does. It'll expect you to accomplish something before you feel good about yourself. This may come as a shock. Usually, when inflated self-esteem meets reality, kids complain that it's not fair. (See Rule No. 1)
Rule #3. Sorry, you won't make $50,000 a year right out of high school. And you won't be a vice president or have a fancy car either. You may even have to wear a uniform that doesn't have a Hollister label.
Rule #4. If you think your teacher is tough, wait 'til you get a boss. He doesn't have tenure, so he tends to be a bit edgier. When you screw up, he is not going ask you how feel about it.
Rule #5. Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your grandparents had a different word for burger flipping. They called it opportunity. They weren't embarrassed making minimum wage either. They would have been embarrassed to sit around talking about "Brangelina" all weekend.
Rule #6. It's not your parents' fault. If you screw up, you are responsible. This is the flip side of "It's my life," and "You're not the boss of me," and other eloquent proclamations of your generation. When you turn 18, it's on your dime. Don't whine about it. You get credit for the good stuff too.....
Rule #7. Before you were born your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way paying your bills, cleaning up your room and listening to you tell them how idealistic you are. And by the way, before you save the rain forest from the blood-sucking parasites of your parents' generation try delousing the closet in your bedroom.
Rule #8. Life is not divided into semesters, and you don't get summers off. Nor even Easter break. They expect you to show up every day. For eight hours. And you don't get a new life every 10 weeks. It just goes on and on.
Rule #9. Television is not real life. Your life is not a sitcom. Your problems will not all be solved in 30 minutes, minus time for commercials. In real life, people actually have to leave the coffee shop to go to jobs. Your friends will not be perky or as polite as Jennifer Aniston.
Rule #10. Be nice to nerds. You may end up working for them. We all could.
Rule #11. Enjoy this while you can. Sure, parents are a pain, school's a bother, and life is depressing. But someday you'll realize how wonderful it was to be kid. Maybe you should start now.
It's your life now. Make the most of it. Keep hold of the "kid" in you....but be the "grownup"...
You Sire Loves you.
You're welcome.
Wollf
I love you, kiddo, but here are are few of the things that you as a "grownup" should get used to........
Rule #1. Life is not fair. Get used to it. The average teenager uses the phrase "it's not fair" 8.6 times a day. You heard it all the time from your parents, who said it so often you decided they must be the most idealistic generation ever. Suck it up and do your best...it'll work out if you work hard.
Rule #2. The real world won't care as much about your self-esteem as your school does. It'll expect you to accomplish something before you feel good about yourself. This may come as a shock. Usually, when inflated self-esteem meets reality, kids complain that it's not fair. (See Rule No. 1)
Rule #3. Sorry, you won't make $50,000 a year right out of high school. And you won't be a vice president or have a fancy car either. You may even have to wear a uniform that doesn't have a Hollister label.
Rule #4. If you think your teacher is tough, wait 'til you get a boss. He doesn't have tenure, so he tends to be a bit edgier. When you screw up, he is not going ask you how feel about it.
Rule #5. Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your grandparents had a different word for burger flipping. They called it opportunity. They weren't embarrassed making minimum wage either. They would have been embarrassed to sit around talking about "Brangelina" all weekend.
Rule #6. It's not your parents' fault. If you screw up, you are responsible. This is the flip side of "It's my life," and "You're not the boss of me," and other eloquent proclamations of your generation. When you turn 18, it's on your dime. Don't whine about it. You get credit for the good stuff too.....
Rule #7. Before you were born your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way paying your bills, cleaning up your room and listening to you tell them how idealistic you are. And by the way, before you save the rain forest from the blood-sucking parasites of your parents' generation try delousing the closet in your bedroom.
Rule #8. Life is not divided into semesters, and you don't get summers off. Nor even Easter break. They expect you to show up every day. For eight hours. And you don't get a new life every 10 weeks. It just goes on and on.
Rule #9. Television is not real life. Your life is not a sitcom. Your problems will not all be solved in 30 minutes, minus time for commercials. In real life, people actually have to leave the coffee shop to go to jobs. Your friends will not be perky or as polite as Jennifer Aniston.
Rule #10. Be nice to nerds. You may end up working for them. We all could.
Rule #11. Enjoy this while you can. Sure, parents are a pain, school's a bother, and life is depressing. But someday you'll realize how wonderful it was to be kid. Maybe you should start now.
It's your life now. Make the most of it. Keep hold of the "kid" in you....but be the "grownup"...
You Sire Loves you.
You're welcome.
Wollf
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Roight Backatcha.....
I chose thissun for the Hump Day Musical Interlude because the Boy finally gets the real Daisy......
Too bad it ain't Tennessee Ernie singing, though.....
Enjoy.
Wollf
Too bad it ain't Tennessee Ernie singing, though.....
Enjoy.
Wollf
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Graduation....Continued
A couple pictures that tugged my heart. Graduation is and ending and a beginning. First, here's my lilllest She-Cub, all sorta grown up and getting Wollf hugged. How come the "good lookin" gene was recessive in my generation? Dammit.......
Then, the "Bestest Friends" photo....since forever ....for....forever. They've rented a condo for College next year....good kids...bright future.
And then, this one got me.....these four have been in every group shot ever taken....birfday parties, slumber parties, Homecoming Dances....you name it, for years and years......Where'd the little gurls go.......
A time for Pride, happiness, and a bit of Melancholy.....been a busy weekend......
Wollf
Then, the "Bestest Friends" photo....since forever ....for....forever. They've rented a condo for College next year....good kids...bright future.
And then, this one got me.....these four have been in every group shot ever taken....birfday parties, slumber parties, Homecoming Dances....you name it, for years and years......Where'd the little gurls go.......
A time for Pride, happiness, and a bit of Melancholy.....been a busy weekend......
Wollf
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Happy Fathers Day.........
Happy Fathers Day, indeed to all who have strived to be the best Sires that they can. I personally had a mostly delightful day. Spent most all of it with the Cubs and a certain Dragon that I have met along the way......
Started the morning at IHOP, the She-Cub, all freshly minted as a Graduate, joined us for breakfast....then "surprisingly" begged off of the adventures I had planned.
We headed North to Ventura....stopped in at my Offices and played a few rounds of suicidal Raquetball......wow, four on the court, no rules but "Duck", four balls wizzing.....fun stuff...a few bruises to mark the adventure, and off to Downtown Ventura....
For "Guy" shopping.....Military Surplus, most every delightful thrift shop on the street.....I swear we didn't look at a single piece of lace or frill....ah, twas Heaven.....bought a couple air soft autos for the Cubs.....damm good.
*Squirrels Beware....the Lil' One is locked and loaded*
Then ran down to the beach at the Pier.....(you know the one, Leonidas), played in the water, walked the Pier, had a drink, and headed home....
Lil' Wollfie confronting a Dragon he met on the beach...Fearless is he....
Arrived back at the Lair and visited a bit with the She-Cub....well, after I drove to her mom's house, refueled her always empty Jeep, and explained that it was after all, Father's Day, and that she should prbably swing by....especially today.
Sheesh. We had a nice, though short visit, and off she went, with the Cubs....
I have a bunch of wonderful pictures of the Graduation, but I won't be able to download them till tomorrow....I'll continue that story then.
Kinda rambling today, I apologise, but I'm a bit spent, and I needed to write.
For all of you.....if you have the luck to still have a living Sire.....let him know that you Love him.....we don't always get along, but don't spite yourself because of hurt that you cling to.....
Wollf
Started the morning at IHOP, the She-Cub, all freshly minted as a Graduate, joined us for breakfast....then "surprisingly" begged off of the adventures I had planned.
We headed North to Ventura....stopped in at my Offices and played a few rounds of suicidal Raquetball......wow, four on the court, no rules but "Duck", four balls wizzing.....fun stuff...a few bruises to mark the adventure, and off to Downtown Ventura....
For "Guy" shopping.....Military Surplus, most every delightful thrift shop on the street.....I swear we didn't look at a single piece of lace or frill....ah, twas Heaven.....bought a couple air soft autos for the Cubs.....damm good.
*Squirrels Beware....the Lil' One is locked and loaded*
Then ran down to the beach at the Pier.....(you know the one, Leonidas), played in the water, walked the Pier, had a drink, and headed home....
Lil' Wollfie confronting a Dragon he met on the beach...Fearless is he....
Arrived back at the Lair and visited a bit with the She-Cub....well, after I drove to her mom's house, refueled her always empty Jeep, and explained that it was after all, Father's Day, and that she should prbably swing by....especially today.
Sheesh. We had a nice, though short visit, and off she went, with the Cubs....
I have a bunch of wonderful pictures of the Graduation, but I won't be able to download them till tomorrow....I'll continue that story then.
Kinda rambling today, I apologise, but I'm a bit spent, and I needed to write.
For all of you.....if you have the luck to still have a living Sire.....let him know that you Love him.....we don't always get along, but don't spite yourself because of hurt that you cling to.....
Wollf
Graduation.........Where in the Hell is my little Baby Girl???......
My youngest.....my baby darlin'....my "Scooter", the She Cub....has graduated high school.
My emotions are high...good, bad, loving.........hating the fact that I have to let go.
It's happened twice before......hurt and pride reigned equally then too..... So very much to write, but it's now after midnite, I have three teenaged Cubs downstairs, I'm exhausted, and my stomach is feeling a bit of dragon......
I have pictures....and I'll share them tomorrow.
I need to share a bit of the emotions that I'm feeling....'Nite,
Wollf
My emotions are high...good, bad, loving.........hating the fact that I have to let go.
It's happened twice before......hurt and pride reigned equally then too..... So very much to write, but it's now after midnite, I have three teenaged Cubs downstairs, I'm exhausted, and my stomach is feeling a bit of dragon......
I have pictures....and I'll share them tomorrow.
I need to share a bit of the emotions that I'm feeling....'Nite,
Wollf
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Baby Brother Wollf.........
Is a Proud, Proud Papa......
Just got her home from the Body Hospital, 1972 Torino, 500 pnies under that shiny hood.......He's just about bustin' a gut with pride......
Congrats, Lil' Bro.....
Hey, nice sign you got up there on your Garage......heh
Wollf
Just got her home from the Body Hospital, 1972 Torino, 500 pnies under that shiny hood.......He's just about bustin' a gut with pride......
Congrats, Lil' Bro.....
Hey, nice sign you got up there on your Garage......heh
Wollf
A Metaphor of sorts.......
Just a little bit of Southern Arizona style descriptive......
About Barak Hussein Obama, and his bid for the most powerful political position in the world....
You see, he's what we call a Post Turtle.
When you're driving down a country road and you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that's a 'Post Turtle'.
You know he didn't get up there by himself.
He doesn't belong up there.
He doesn't know what to do while he is up there.
And you just can't help but wonder.........
What kind of a dumb ass put him up there to begin with??
Yup, that's exactly right......
*The sculpture is by David H. Turner*
Wollf
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
The Sar'Major........
A crusty old Marine Sergeant Major found himself at a gala event hosted by a local liberal arts college.
There was no shortage of extremely young idealistic ladies in attendance, one of whom approached the Sergeant Major for conversation.
‘Excuse me, Sergeant Major, but you seem to be a very serious man. Is something bothering you?’
‘Negative, ma’am. Just serious by nature.’
The young lady looked at his awards and decorations and said, ‘It looks like you have seen a lot of action.’
‘Yes, ma’am, a lot of action.’
The young lady, tiring of trying to start up a conversation, said, ‘You know, you should lighten up a little. Relax and enjoy yourself.’
The Sergeant Major just stared at her in his serious manner. Finally the young lady said, ‘You know, I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but when is the last time you had sex?’
‘ 1955, ma’am.’
‘Well, there you are. No wonder you’re so serious. You really need to chill out! I mean, no sex since 1955! She took his hand and led him to a private room where she proceeded to ‘relax’ him several times.
Afterwards, panting for breath, she leaned against his bare chest and said, ‘Wow, you sure didn’t forget much since 1955.’
The Sergeant Major said in his serious voice, after glancing at his watch, ‘I hope not; it’s only 2130 now.’
On Anthropogenic Warming and Humans destroying the Earth...
Oh woe is us.....we wicked and vile stewards of Gaia...or are we....
From a reading of the book Jurassic Park, a lay version of the situation:
You think man can destroy the planet? What intoxicating vanity! Let me tell you about our planet. Earth is four-and-a-half-billion-years-old. There’s been life on it for nearly that long, 3.8 billion years. Bacteria first; later the first multicellular life, then the first complex creatures in the sea, on the land. Then finally the great sweeping ages of animals, the amphibians, the dinosaurs, at last the mammals, each one enduring millions on millions of years, great dynasties of creatures rising, flourishing, dying away—all this against a background of continuous and violent upheaval. Mountain ranges thrust up, eroded away, cometary impacts, volcano eruptions, oceans rising and falling, whole continents moving, an endless, constant, violent change, colliding, buckling to make mountains over millions of years. Earth has survived everything in its time.
It will certainly survive us. If all the nuclear weapons in the world went off at once and all the plants, all the animals died and the earth was sizzling hot for a hundred thousand years, life would survive, somewhere: under the soil, frozen in arctic ice. Sooner or later, when the planet was no longer inhospitable, life would spread again. The evolutionary process would begin again. Might take a few billion years for life to regain its present variety. Of course, it would be very different from what it is now, but the earth would survive our folly, only we would not. If the ozone layer gets thinner, ultraviolet radiation sears earth, so what? Ultraviolet radiation is good for life. It’s powerful energy. It promotes mutation, change. Many forms of life will thrive with more UV radiation. Many others will die out. You think this is the first time that’s happened? Think about oxygen. Necessary for life now, but oxygen is actually a metabolic poison, a corrosive gas, like fluorine.
When oxygen was first produced as a waste product by certain plant cells some three billion years ago, it created a crisis for all other life on earth. Those plants were polluting the environment, exhaling a lethal gas. Earth eventually had an atmosphere incompatible with life. Nevertheless, life on earth took care of itself. In the thinking of the human being a hundred years is a long time. Hundred years ago we didn’t have cars, airplanes, computers or vaccines. It was a whole different world, but to the earth, a hundred years is nothing. A million years is nothing. This planet lives and breathes on a much vaster scale. We can’t imagine its slow and powerful rhythms, and we haven’t got the humility to try. We’ve been residents here for the blink of an eye. If we’re gone tomorrow, the earth will not miss us.
And then....if you're much more interested and would like the Educated Version, hit the *clicky thingie* and read the most excellent piece by Mark Alger over at
ETERNITY ROAD
Good stuff....really, really good stuff......
Wollf
From a reading of the book Jurassic Park, a lay version of the situation:
You think man can destroy the planet? What intoxicating vanity! Let me tell you about our planet. Earth is four-and-a-half-billion-years-old. There’s been life on it for nearly that long, 3.8 billion years. Bacteria first; later the first multicellular life, then the first complex creatures in the sea, on the land. Then finally the great sweeping ages of animals, the amphibians, the dinosaurs, at last the mammals, each one enduring millions on millions of years, great dynasties of creatures rising, flourishing, dying away—all this against a background of continuous and violent upheaval. Mountain ranges thrust up, eroded away, cometary impacts, volcano eruptions, oceans rising and falling, whole continents moving, an endless, constant, violent change, colliding, buckling to make mountains over millions of years. Earth has survived everything in its time.
It will certainly survive us. If all the nuclear weapons in the world went off at once and all the plants, all the animals died and the earth was sizzling hot for a hundred thousand years, life would survive, somewhere: under the soil, frozen in arctic ice. Sooner or later, when the planet was no longer inhospitable, life would spread again. The evolutionary process would begin again. Might take a few billion years for life to regain its present variety. Of course, it would be very different from what it is now, but the earth would survive our folly, only we would not. If the ozone layer gets thinner, ultraviolet radiation sears earth, so what? Ultraviolet radiation is good for life. It’s powerful energy. It promotes mutation, change. Many forms of life will thrive with more UV radiation. Many others will die out. You think this is the first time that’s happened? Think about oxygen. Necessary for life now, but oxygen is actually a metabolic poison, a corrosive gas, like fluorine.
When oxygen was first produced as a waste product by certain plant cells some three billion years ago, it created a crisis for all other life on earth. Those plants were polluting the environment, exhaling a lethal gas. Earth eventually had an atmosphere incompatible with life. Nevertheless, life on earth took care of itself. In the thinking of the human being a hundred years is a long time. Hundred years ago we didn’t have cars, airplanes, computers or vaccines. It was a whole different world, but to the earth, a hundred years is nothing. A million years is nothing. This planet lives and breathes on a much vaster scale. We can’t imagine its slow and powerful rhythms, and we haven’t got the humility to try. We’ve been residents here for the blink of an eye. If we’re gone tomorrow, the earth will not miss us.
And then....if you're much more interested and would like the Educated Version, hit the *clicky thingie* and read the most excellent piece by Mark Alger over at
ETERNITY ROAD
Good stuff....really, really good stuff......
Wollf
The War in Iraq.......
Finally, irrefutable proof that we're winning.......
When an Apache Crew has this much time on their hands.
Great fun.....high spirits
*now get back to work* heh
Wollf
When an Apache Crew has this much time on their hands.
Great fun.....high spirits
*now get back to work* heh
Wollf
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Just the way I'm thinking........
Just sose yannow.....I Believe that what we, as in the USA, are doing in Iraq is a Good thing. I don't waste my time contemplating the politics of why we're there. I Believe in my Country. I Believe, that although flawed...yah, I know.....our POTUS has issued a Mission that needs to be completed.
Something that bothers me greatly.....Anti War activists....not at all because they hate war. I HATE war, and Death, and Injury to any People, but because they, or at least all the ones that we hear from, distort, and spin the Facts.
Including, most assuredly, the Main Stream Media.......
We are constantly bombarded by "body counts", "bring our troops home", et cetera forever.
Yes, the Mission is dangerous.......duh, Way Dangerous....our Men and Women understand that. They are Warriors. They CHOOSE to be there, protecting you.
But yannow something? It is not as "suicidal" a Mission as you have been led to believe. Politics Folkes.......only a slice of fact.
You....yes You, are in a war zone yourself. Let's spin this a bit differently, and bring it home....and yes, I grant that I'm spinning a bit, but the facts are the facts....I've included links.
Wollf and his, live just north of Los Angeles County Kalifornia. Relatively peaceful, in fact the #4 safest city in the Country.....*heh...I live here, do not eff with mine*....but....L.A.?
103.........MURDERS.....since January of this year. That is People being killed, in One County, of One State, of our entire Country. 103. Truth is at....
L.A. COUNTY MURDERS
183.......American Troops, of all Branches have been killed in Iraq in the same time period.....In an entire Country, in a declared War Zone.........Yup, the Facts are here at.....TROOP DEATHS IN IRAQ
It just seems to me that we as Citizens, have to put things into perspective once in a while.....I mourn every Death of one of our Warriors.
What pi$$es me off is the way that our own home grown violence is ignored, while our losses "over there" are over played.
It ain't that bad Folkes.
We're winning over there.
We oughta do it here, eh?
Wollf
Something that bothers me greatly.....Anti War activists....not at all because they hate war. I HATE war, and Death, and Injury to any People, but because they, or at least all the ones that we hear from, distort, and spin the Facts.
Including, most assuredly, the Main Stream Media.......
We are constantly bombarded by "body counts", "bring our troops home", et cetera forever.
Yes, the Mission is dangerous.......duh, Way Dangerous....our Men and Women understand that. They are Warriors. They CHOOSE to be there, protecting you.
But yannow something? It is not as "suicidal" a Mission as you have been led to believe. Politics Folkes.......only a slice of fact.
You....yes You, are in a war zone yourself. Let's spin this a bit differently, and bring it home....and yes, I grant that I'm spinning a bit, but the facts are the facts....I've included links.
Wollf and his, live just north of Los Angeles County Kalifornia. Relatively peaceful, in fact the #4 safest city in the Country.....*heh...I live here, do not eff with mine*....but....L.A.?
103.........MURDERS.....since January of this year. That is People being killed, in One County, of One State, of our entire Country. 103. Truth is at....
L.A. COUNTY MURDERS
183.......American Troops, of all Branches have been killed in Iraq in the same time period.....In an entire Country, in a declared War Zone.........Yup, the Facts are here at.....TROOP DEATHS IN IRAQ
It just seems to me that we as Citizens, have to put things into perspective once in a while.....I mourn every Death of one of our Warriors.
What pi$$es me off is the way that our own home grown violence is ignored, while our losses "over there" are over played.
It ain't that bad Folkes.
We're winning over there.
We oughta do it here, eh?
Wollf
Monday, June 9, 2008
Joke Time.......
A young man was strolling down a street in south London. As he passed a large building with a fence around it, he heard a group of people chanting “Thirteen, thirteen, thirteen” over and over again.
Curious, he tried to see over the fence, but couldn’t. Then he spotted a knot in the wood, and put his eye to the hole.
He just managed to spy some old people sitting in deckchairs chanting, before a finger came out of nowhere and poked him in the eye. As he staggered back, the old people started chanting, “Fourteen, fourteen, fourteen …”
*I liked it*........
Wollf
Curious, he tried to see over the fence, but couldn’t. Then he spotted a knot in the wood, and put his eye to the hole.
He just managed to spy some old people sitting in deckchairs chanting, before a finger came out of nowhere and poked him in the eye. As he staggered back, the old people started chanting, “Fourteen, fourteen, fourteen …”
*I liked it*........
Wollf
Random Musings.....Sometimes from Famous People
"If somebody thinks they're a hedgehog, presumably you just give 'em a mirror and a few pictures of hedgehogs and tell them to sort it out for themselves."
A Message I received today........
My fellow Americans:
As your future President I want to thank my supporters, for your mindless support of me, despite my complete lack of any legislative achievement, my pastor's relations with Louis Farrakhan and Libyan dictator Moamar Quadafi, or my blatantly leftist voting record while I present myself as some sort of bi-partisan agent of change.
I also like how my supporters claim my youthful drug use and criminal behavior somehow qualifies me for the Presidency after 8 years of claiming Bush's youthful drinking disqualifies him. Your hypocrisy is a beacon of hope shining over a sea of political posing.
I would also like to thank the Kennedy's for coming out in support of me. There's a lot of glamour behind the Kennedy name, even though JFK started the Vietnam War, his brother Robert illegally wiretapped Martin Luther King, Jr. and Teddy killed a female employee with whom he was having an extra marital affair and who was pregnant with his child. And I'm not going anywhere near the cousins, both literally and figuratively. And I'd like to thank Oprah Winfrey for her support. Her love of meaningless empty platitudes will be the force that propels me to the White House.
The fact theat The American people pay absolutely no attention to the fact that I changed my name from Barry Sotero to the Muslim form Barak Hussein Obama, that my brothers are Muslim Luo Militants and hate America warms my heart as your candidate.
Americans should vote for me, not because of my lack of experience or achievement, but because I make people feel good. Voting for me causes some white folk to feel relieved of their imagined, racist guilt. I say things that sound meaningful, but don't really mean anything because Americans are tired of things having meaning. If things have meaning, then that means you have to think about them. Americans are tired of thinking. It's time to shut down the brain, and open up the heart. So when you go to vote, remember don't think, just do. And do it for me.
Thank You.
Barack Hussein Obama, Jr.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Now this might just be tough........
I had an e-mail conversation today.......and it made me a bit sad for some Very Good Folkes. If they were closer, I'd hug one and slap the other upside the head.....
Yah, I have to be circumspect in my descriptions, the absolute need for anonymity reigns supreme in this case, but I feel the "almost" need to explore what's going on in my heart......
To elaborate......a "Couple" has a problem that many do......One is....*afraid* of commitment.....or that was the term used in our conversation....The other is "done" with waiting....
It seems to me that being *afraid* of commitment is a rather natural thing, in fact that term might better be described as "Being comfortable with the status quo", I don't know....I'm afraid that the term *afraid* in this case....
Would better be replaced with the word *Averse*.
And that would be sad. A lot more sad for the commitment averse party than the Person who so desperately desires that commitment.......The second will move on, broken hearts heal....damm,don't I know that one....and will feel the joy of a Partner again....
The first....will grow old alone.
I hope the best for them both. I hope that they both take the time to look inside themselves and take positive steps forward....hell I hope the one simply takes the first baby steps to beginning a journey of awareness....
Be well...I'm in entirely too good a mood tonite for this essay.....I promised I'd write something. I'll follow up in a future post.
There's a deck, some blankies and an adult beverage calling to me.....oh, and some absolutely delightful company.
Wollf.......belly full of Greek sausage, spinach wrapped in filo, baklava....the Festival was grand.
Yah, I have to be circumspect in my descriptions, the absolute need for anonymity reigns supreme in this case, but I feel the "almost" need to explore what's going on in my heart......
To elaborate......a "Couple" has a problem that many do......One is....*afraid* of commitment.....or that was the term used in our conversation....The other is "done" with waiting....
It seems to me that being *afraid* of commitment is a rather natural thing, in fact that term might better be described as "Being comfortable with the status quo", I don't know....I'm afraid that the term *afraid* in this case....
Would better be replaced with the word *Averse*.
And that would be sad. A lot more sad for the commitment averse party than the Person who so desperately desires that commitment.......The second will move on, broken hearts heal....damm,don't I know that one....and will feel the joy of a Partner again....
The first....will grow old alone.
I hope the best for them both. I hope that they both take the time to look inside themselves and take positive steps forward....hell I hope the one simply takes the first baby steps to beginning a journey of awareness....
Be well...I'm in entirely too good a mood tonite for this essay.....I promised I'd write something. I'll follow up in a future post.
There's a deck, some blankies and an adult beverage calling to me.....oh, and some absolutely delightful company.
Wollf.......belly full of Greek sausage, spinach wrapped in filo, baklava....the Festival was grand.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Good news about gas prices......
This will make us all feel better!!!! A recent study found that the average American walks about 900 miles in a year.Another study found Americans drink, on average, 22 gallons of alcohol a year.That means, on average, Americans get about 41 miles to the gallon. Kind of makes you proud to be American.
Musical Interlude......
Just don't seem to have any Howling in me at the moment.....
Maybe, I'll just Dance.......
Got the Cubs again this evening....getting my upstairs deck tricked out, going to the Greek Festival down the hill in Camarillo tomorrow, Baklava for Everyone!!
Should be a hoot.
See why I feel like dancing?
Wollf
Maybe, I'll just Dance.......
Got the Cubs again this evening....getting my upstairs deck tricked out, going to the Greek Festival down the hill in Camarillo tomorrow, Baklava for Everyone!!
Should be a hoot.
See why I feel like dancing?
Wollf
When Pushkin comes to shove......
A Magic Moment I Remember
by Alexander Pushkin
A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there.
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that's beautiful and rare.
I pray to mute despair and anguish
To vain pursuits the world esteems,
Long did I near your soothing accents,
Long did your features haunt my dreams.
Time passed- A rebel storm-blast scattered
The reveries that once were mine
And I forgot your soothing accents,
Your features gracefully divine.
In dark days of enforced retirement
I gazed upon grey skies above
With no ideals to inspire me,
No one to cry for, live for, love.
Then came a moment of renaissance,
I looked up- you again are there,
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that`s beautiful and rare.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
This is a Wack World......
WTF......between cloning hair as being a "Huge" discovery, the Space Station doesn't have a place to poo, Amma dinnerjacket calls "US" the Satan and says that Israel is going to die, the Democratic frontrunner is an inexperienced, placating, White Man hating Socialist, the FLDS has decided to ban "underage" polygamous sexual relations, a picture of some drunk rat bastard plowing through a crowd in Mexico, dudes smearing Preparation H on their bellies to get "The Look", Hulk Hogan's sissy a$$, don't wanna pay the Piper son, the fact that I am falling deeply and permanently in..........
Too much. Just too much.
Gotta take a break.....just tonight, I have to think.......
Aaaaagh, I hate thinking.
I did get a bag of fresh picked cherries, though.
Yum
And, I have ice cream.
Wollf
Too much. Just too much.
Gotta take a break.....just tonight, I have to think.......
Aaaaagh, I hate thinking.
I did get a bag of fresh picked cherries, though.
Yum
And, I have ice cream.
Wollf
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Defining Moments...Parte Deux....
My goodness, this is the most difficult of tasks......
My second born Cub.....a She-cub......no names allowed.......
Her absolutely wonderful appearance in this world, and the joy that I had in being there...was marred......I was handed my bundle of joy, I snuggled her, fresh from her former home and....
She was snatched from my arms.
"Wollf......we have to check this baby out...doesn't look like she's getting enough oxygen".....
BOOM......happy to sad in 0.4 seconds. She was examined, x-rayed and then I was told that,"Your Cub has a hole in her heart. We're going to have to 'crack' her".....
I was devastated. Twenty something year old, crushed. They were prepping my newborn daughter for heart surgery......
I prayed. For the first time, sincerely, in years.....I went to the Chapel and cried, and moaned, and prayed......I was a rather scary young fellow back then, and I cried, "G-d....if you will heal this Baby of mine....uh...ummm...I will stop drinking....anything alcoholic...for ten years.....on My Life"......
*I enjoyed tipping a few after "work" back then....*
The Doc came in to see me.....Momma was kinda out of it....and said that they had the Surgery room prepped, they had a Surgeon on site, and that they were going to "shoot" one more set of x-rays to confirm the incision site......
They did.
He, the Doc, came back in and said,"Wollf....step outside with me....we have an interesting situation......" I freaked....yup....freaked.....
"Wollf", he said, "Calm down.....your She-cub will be fine, in fact she is fine.....the second x-ray showed no abnormality...none...none....."
His voice trailed off, then he continued.."If there are such things as Miracles, I've just seen it....the first x-ray os perfect, and shows a large hole, her skin is blue, the oxygen levels are low.....and now she's pink, no hole, no reason to operate. I have no idea what is happening......"
I did. I made a Covenant with the Greatest Power in the Universe....He accepted, knowing that I meant it, and that I would hold up my end of the bargain.....duh, Something Happened......no way would I not.......
Yup...absolutely true story...badly written, perhaps, but true.
A Defining Moment. I realised, and Understood, that G-d....One and only One G-d really existed. He always does what He is supposed to.....It's up to me to do what I am supposed to.
Honor sank its' anchor in my heart that day.......
*By the bye....yup, ten years....yup, She is healthy as can be, the Mother of my Grandchild Kylie...real name.....and expecting again*
Learned two things......Don't mess with promising unless you'll keep 'em, and G-d, in some Form that none of us can understand.....is real.
See yuh later...got the Cubs..
Wollf
My second born Cub.....a She-cub......no names allowed.......
Her absolutely wonderful appearance in this world, and the joy that I had in being there...was marred......I was handed my bundle of joy, I snuggled her, fresh from her former home and....
She was snatched from my arms.
"Wollf......we have to check this baby out...doesn't look like she's getting enough oxygen".....
BOOM......happy to sad in 0.4 seconds. She was examined, x-rayed and then I was told that,"Your Cub has a hole in her heart. We're going to have to 'crack' her".....
I was devastated. Twenty something year old, crushed. They were prepping my newborn daughter for heart surgery......
I prayed. For the first time, sincerely, in years.....I went to the Chapel and cried, and moaned, and prayed......I was a rather scary young fellow back then, and I cried, "G-d....if you will heal this Baby of mine....uh...ummm...I will stop drinking....anything alcoholic...for ten years.....on My Life"......
*I enjoyed tipping a few after "work" back then....*
The Doc came in to see me.....Momma was kinda out of it....and said that they had the Surgery room prepped, they had a Surgeon on site, and that they were going to "shoot" one more set of x-rays to confirm the incision site......
They did.
He, the Doc, came back in and said,"Wollf....step outside with me....we have an interesting situation......" I freaked....yup....freaked.....
"Wollf", he said, "Calm down.....your She-cub will be fine, in fact she is fine.....the second x-ray showed no abnormality...none...none....."
His voice trailed off, then he continued.."If there are such things as Miracles, I've just seen it....the first x-ray os perfect, and shows a large hole, her skin is blue, the oxygen levels are low.....and now she's pink, no hole, no reason to operate. I have no idea what is happening......"
I did. I made a Covenant with the Greatest Power in the Universe....He accepted, knowing that I meant it, and that I would hold up my end of the bargain.....duh, Something Happened......no way would I not.......
Yup...absolutely true story...badly written, perhaps, but true.
A Defining Moment. I realised, and Understood, that G-d....One and only One G-d really existed. He always does what He is supposed to.....It's up to me to do what I am supposed to.
Honor sank its' anchor in my heart that day.......
*By the bye....yup, ten years....yup, She is healthy as can be, the Mother of my Grandchild Kylie...real name.....and expecting again*
Learned two things......Don't mess with promising unless you'll keep 'em, and G-d, in some Form that none of us can understand.....is real.
See yuh later...got the Cubs..
Wollf
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