Got busted by a nice neighbor Lady.....dancing to this in my living room, left the front door ajar....oh, the look on her face. She was "thoroughly" amused at my "Free Dancing".
Doesn't matter, I didn't have a cup of sugar to lend anyways.......
Remember, if you're a free Spirit.....oh, it will get ya....just enjoy yourself.
We All gonna die some day.....Now, we Dance!! Hit it.
When You're Hangin with your friends at night
and everything feels just right
(Its Always Gonna Get You Everytime)
The sun is out You're feeling great
There is no time to hesitate
( It’s always gonna get cha everytime )
It comes on fast
(you just hope that it will last)
it’s got a mind of its’ own
(it will not leave you alone)
It comes on like a friend
( who leaves you crazy in the head )
it sneaks up on you when you least expect it to
so hold on tight with both your hands
forget about those future plans
( it’s always gonna get’cha everytime )
so play it cool and you will see you can end up just
like me......
Or Better, we'll hope.
Wollf
Sunday, May 4, 2008
A Clarification......
In conversing with a Dear Friend....a question was raised, "You always write of your Male Cubs, but rarely of intimate daily interaction with your Eldst "At Home" She-Cub......Why?....."
It is quite simple, Dear Readers, but I figure it's an important item that needs to be addressed.
This Blog is about my growth, Spritually and Emotionally, the Changes, the Loves and the Heartbreaks of a "Middle Aged" Single Dad, my interaction with my Cubs, my goofy, off kilter observations, attempts at both Humour and coming to grips with the primal pain that afflicts and Blesses us all...and besides that.....
She is Eighteen.
SHE WOULD KILL ME. Plain and simple. Her privacy at this point in Life is Paramount. I mention her, and Lovingly, but I shall not intrude on the things that she considers "Super Sekrit".
I Love Her, and I will respect her "Shyness". The Male Cubs have no such inhibition. They understand that Nobody really knows who they are.......well...."Mostly"....and they love to ocassionally read about their exploits in print.
My Eldest living She-Cub, lives in Missouri with her Husband and my GrandCubbette Kylie. She is ........Preggers!!! As in a Family way, as in.....My Cub in Law didn't pay attention to my rule of not touching my Daughter....Dammit.
But I digress as always....I'm gonna be a GrandWollf again. I'm much too young for this, but I am Thrilled.
She-Cub, the eighteen year old, will never have to worry about me embarassing her here....that's why I mention her in passing. Same thing in a different way about Others....I Love very deeply, and although I do have a tendency to be impulsive, I am Rarely feckless in my consideration of others....
So, there you have a clarification, in case you needed it......
Wollf Loves and cherishes all his Cubs, Male and Female, the same. Seems that the Feminine are a bit more......yannow?
Now....I shall commit suicide. This is my Eighteen year old. Actually, no suicide, she will simply kill me.......I don't care. I Love the kid.
Coffee at Starbucks....
I have the Muggle Patch on....and I went up to Starbucks for coffee and to People watch. (Rose, I rode my Bike."Pale Rider" up the mile or so, so no recriminations..besides, I needed the exercise, and I look oh so cool on it)heh...Geez, that was way back on October 20 that I posted that pic....
Anyway, went in to the Starbucks and ordered a "Medium cup of Coffee, Black, with enough ice in it to cool it down".....They looked at me as though I was speaking an unknown "Hmong" dialect.
"Medium?"....."Room for Cream or Whipped?"...."Coffee? Flavor?".....this fancy coffee thing is getting out of hand Folkes.
Got my cup of Joe, and went outside, beautiful morning, and plenty of interesting folks out....
Fellow in his Seventies wearing an ankle length skirt....Don't even ask me, I just figured he must have an horrendous rash....or maybe he just didn't have the legs for a mini. I do....but that's a completely 'nother story.
Then a younger guy rides up on his Harley Softtail, lookin' all Biker with his Doo rag, German helmet, sleeveless button down shirt.....I figured, wow, maybe the real deal and not a Poseur...........and his Pekingese dog, pink ribbon and all.
The "Free Spirit" vision just flew right out the window when he sauntered up with "Poopsie" on a pretty leash....I figure he told his Lady that he was "Goin' for a Ride".
Showed her who's Boss....Come on, makin' fun here. I've been "almost" there, before I took "Mine" back down off the mantle where she had stored them for me.
Point? Do I Ever have a point? Oh, yes I s'pose that I do. Interesting People, going about their Lives, each with a unique, if mysterious style. I observe. I am aused, entertained and oftentimes enlightened.
It reminds me just how "Normally Eccentric" I am. We are all a bit "off". That's what makes us Human.
Talk to you later....gotta do some housekeeping, half my stuff is still in the garage, and it's Karaoke Night at AZARS tonite. Gotta visit with some friends, and then maybe I'll swing by to sing some Sinatra.....heh
Wollf
Anyway, went in to the Starbucks and ordered a "Medium cup of Coffee, Black, with enough ice in it to cool it down".....They looked at me as though I was speaking an unknown "Hmong" dialect.
"Medium?"....."Room for Cream or Whipped?"...."Coffee? Flavor?".....this fancy coffee thing is getting out of hand Folkes.
Got my cup of Joe, and went outside, beautiful morning, and plenty of interesting folks out....
Fellow in his Seventies wearing an ankle length skirt....Don't even ask me, I just figured he must have an horrendous rash....or maybe he just didn't have the legs for a mini. I do....but that's a completely 'nother story.
Then a younger guy rides up on his Harley Softtail, lookin' all Biker with his Doo rag, German helmet, sleeveless button down shirt.....I figured, wow, maybe the real deal and not a Poseur...........and his Pekingese dog, pink ribbon and all.
The "Free Spirit" vision just flew right out the window when he sauntered up with "Poopsie" on a pretty leash....I figure he told his Lady that he was "Goin' for a Ride".
Showed her who's Boss....Come on, makin' fun here. I've been "almost" there, before I took "Mine" back down off the mantle where she had stored them for me.
Point? Do I Ever have a point? Oh, yes I s'pose that I do. Interesting People, going about their Lives, each with a unique, if mysterious style. I observe. I am aused, entertained and oftentimes enlightened.
It reminds me just how "Normally Eccentric" I am. We are all a bit "off". That's what makes us Human.
Talk to you later....gotta do some housekeeping, half my stuff is still in the garage, and it's Karaoke Night at AZARS tonite. Gotta visit with some friends, and then maybe I'll swing by to sing some Sinatra.....heh
Wollf
Saturday, May 3, 2008
A Day in the Life.....
Of a Single Dad.....
You ready for the King of all run on sentences?
Up at 0500hrs Friday morning to get the two Cubs cleaned, dressed and fed for school, Lil' Wolfie left some all important homeworks at X's house, swung by, got it, dropped him at school, then drove Bigger over, almost late, to the High School, did a loop and drove the fifteen up to work in Ventura where I finished a Bid Project and kept frantically busy all day till my phone rang at about 1500hrs and it cried to me in Biggers voice,"Daaaad, I'm Hungry!!!".
Drove up the hill picked him and his little smarty mouthed cohort up, picked up Lil'Wolfie, after suitably admiring his Lego rendition of our new Condo, fed them at Islands, a pretty nice little restaurant, headed home, heard that Bigger had plans for Conejo Valley Days....our version of a Fair, so, I then became the bus driver, ran around town picking up the rest of the crew, guaranteeing that they would be transported home by and Adult by 2200hrs, and went Back home.
*Breath*
Settled down for a relaxing Movie night with Lil' Wolfie, and the phone rings with the eighteen year old daughters call sign....Yes, I will admit that I winced....sems she's having the usual "I hate my mom and can I move in with you, even though I have an apartment in Santa Barbara, and I can't stand her, and I ned to move right now and I'm Eighteen!!! for G-ds sake.....ad infinitum.
*Breath*
Calmed her down....went back to the movie, and lo and behold Biggers ride flakes, so off Lil'Wolfie and I go across town, pick up the usual suspects and bus all five back to their houses, at which time we finally rrive back at the Lair, 2300hrs by now and finally "Taps".
Breath*
0530hrs again, that's becoming common....Bigger has to...change that, is Honored to march with a combine High School-Middle School Band in the aforementioned CVD Parade, had to be at the High School by 0645, but of course....he had forgotten his Band Shoes at the X's....aaaagh, so stop by we did, he snuck in, got his shoes and we made it in the knick of time...went back to the Lair, where yes, I had left Lil' Wolfie sleeping, along with my extra cell phone.
*Breath*
Then, it's time to get him up for the last Home Track Meet, wherein we have to arrive by 0830 for his first race, we're on time, except.....guess where he forgot his Uniform???? Anybody?....yup...X's....aaagh, stop back by for the second time barely before the sun is in the sky, get it, change in the truck and make it at second call for his race.
*Breath*
You'd think it slows down here, wouldn't you? Nope, not a chance, Skippy. I get volunteered at the Timers end of the field, things go awry at the Lane Judging and off I am whisked, get it under control and the alarm on phone number two goes off....what the hell?.....Ooops, Saturday, makeup Piano Class for Lil'Wolfie at 1030hrs....I run to the far end of the stadium, check him out of his shotputt competition and off we go across town to his Music Academy for a half hour lesson, in his Track Uniform......
Take him in, give him over to "Nice" Amy, his teacher, and realise, I'm only about three blocks from the Parade!!!!! Luckily, Wollf was in Track and Field mode, and I ran the three blocks and was rewarded with being able to holler Hey to Bigger as the Ensemble marched by....turned, ran back to the Music place in time to search for and purchase a new amp for Bigger's Luscious Drum Set....you can see it if you do a search on this site for "Garage Band", picked up Lil'Wolfie, said hi to "Nice" Amy, discussed how well he's coming along since I got a new piano for the Lair..and
*Breath*
Drove Back across town, checked him Back into shotput, finished my Volunteer duties, and got a call from Bigger. He's back at the High School, and for once, I was in the right place at the right time....Yay for Wollf. We all cut out, had a late lunch, went back to the Lair, went for a Little hike around the neighborhood, fed 'em again.....and just dropped them back over at their moms.
It would be over, except I got a call from Bigger.
Seems he forgot his shoes. And Lil' forgot his homework. And the She-Cub is fighting with her mom in the background
I'm going to take two aspirin, down a beer, and take a nap out on the porch.
There you have it.....a typical day in the Life.
Wouldn't have it Any. Other. Way......
I Love 'em
Wollf
So....wanna go dancing?
*Thud*
You ready for the King of all run on sentences?
Up at 0500hrs Friday morning to get the two Cubs cleaned, dressed and fed for school, Lil' Wolfie left some all important homeworks at X's house, swung by, got it, dropped him at school, then drove Bigger over, almost late, to the High School, did a loop and drove the fifteen up to work in Ventura where I finished a Bid Project and kept frantically busy all day till my phone rang at about 1500hrs and it cried to me in Biggers voice,"Daaaad, I'm Hungry!!!".
Drove up the hill picked him and his little smarty mouthed cohort up, picked up Lil'Wolfie, after suitably admiring his Lego rendition of our new Condo, fed them at Islands, a pretty nice little restaurant, headed home, heard that Bigger had plans for Conejo Valley Days....our version of a Fair, so, I then became the bus driver, ran around town picking up the rest of the crew, guaranteeing that they would be transported home by and Adult by 2200hrs, and went Back home.
*Breath*
Settled down for a relaxing Movie night with Lil' Wolfie, and the phone rings with the eighteen year old daughters call sign....Yes, I will admit that I winced....sems she's having the usual "I hate my mom and can I move in with you, even though I have an apartment in Santa Barbara, and I can't stand her, and I ned to move right now and I'm Eighteen!!! for G-ds sake.....ad infinitum.
*Breath*
Calmed her down....went back to the movie, and lo and behold Biggers ride flakes, so off Lil'Wolfie and I go across town, pick up the usual suspects and bus all five back to their houses, at which time we finally rrive back at the Lair, 2300hrs by now and finally "Taps".
Breath*
0530hrs again, that's becoming common....Bigger has to...change that, is Honored to march with a combine High School-Middle School Band in the aforementioned CVD Parade, had to be at the High School by 0645, but of course....he had forgotten his Band Shoes at the X's....aaaagh, so stop by we did, he snuck in, got his shoes and we made it in the knick of time...went back to the Lair, where yes, I had left Lil' Wolfie sleeping, along with my extra cell phone.
*Breath*
Then, it's time to get him up for the last Home Track Meet, wherein we have to arrive by 0830 for his first race, we're on time, except.....guess where he forgot his Uniform???? Anybody?....yup...X's....aaagh, stop back by for the second time barely before the sun is in the sky, get it, change in the truck and make it at second call for his race.
*Breath*
You'd think it slows down here, wouldn't you? Nope, not a chance, Skippy. I get volunteered at the Timers end of the field, things go awry at the Lane Judging and off I am whisked, get it under control and the alarm on phone number two goes off....what the hell?.....Ooops, Saturday, makeup Piano Class for Lil'Wolfie at 1030hrs....I run to the far end of the stadium, check him out of his shotputt competition and off we go across town to his Music Academy for a half hour lesson, in his Track Uniform......
Take him in, give him over to "Nice" Amy, his teacher, and realise, I'm only about three blocks from the Parade!!!!! Luckily, Wollf was in Track and Field mode, and I ran the three blocks and was rewarded with being able to holler Hey to Bigger as the Ensemble marched by....turned, ran back to the Music place in time to search for and purchase a new amp for Bigger's Luscious Drum Set....you can see it if you do a search on this site for "Garage Band", picked up Lil'Wolfie, said hi to "Nice" Amy, discussed how well he's coming along since I got a new piano for the Lair..and
*Breath*
Drove Back across town, checked him Back into shotput, finished my Volunteer duties, and got a call from Bigger. He's back at the High School, and for once, I was in the right place at the right time....Yay for Wollf. We all cut out, had a late lunch, went back to the Lair, went for a Little hike around the neighborhood, fed 'em again.....and just dropped them back over at their moms.
It would be over, except I got a call from Bigger.
Seems he forgot his shoes. And Lil' forgot his homework. And the She-Cub is fighting with her mom in the background
I'm going to take two aspirin, down a beer, and take a nap out on the porch.
There you have it.....a typical day in the Life.
Wouldn't have it Any. Other. Way......
I Love 'em
Wollf
So....wanna go dancing?
*Thud*
Friday, May 2, 2008
The Music
There is music that can't be made,
A Soul that must be soothed,
A Heart that has to heal,
Or just reclaim.
The Path is lost for a time,
But He knows that Understanding
Is just past the Horizon.
He'll play again.
When He gets There.
Wollf
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Maybe it's the T.B.I..........
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Or the A.D.D.......or maybe, by G-d, it's just me.
Probably the latter. I had this flashgun mind picture last night while meditating of ol' Wollf.....Eighty three years old.....
You know that old Man you see at Denny's or IHOP, every weekend, sitting and having breakfast.....and you finally notice, after a month or so of Sundays, that he's having breakfast with a different Lady each time?
That's the picture I had.......kinda sad.....rather be making breakfast for just The One......*Crap*.......
Adjust and Overcome.
Done, and with more respect than might be necessary or called for.
Then..let's get on with Life and Raising the Cubs!!!
I asked Bigger Wolf if he knew what today was. He's fifteen, and a normal young teenage Cub.....he said, "Thursday......I'm Hungry, can we eat?"
I knew it was hopeless......Because it's Thursday, it means Fast Food Night. Dropped him at the Taco-Taco place and ran off to pick up Lil' Wollfie....asked him the same question......
"Today?"...he says and grins...."Today is Mayday for the commies and the Illegal Aliens, and it's Law Day, where we're s'posed to be thankful for General Eisenhower, and it' Holocaust Remembrance Day".........
Then I asked this entirely too intelligent ten year old......"What do you think is the most important?"
"The Jewish thing, Sire.....I wish we could bring that guy Hitler back to life....and kill him as many times as he killed all those poor people......and then kill him again the same way, and then.......stick his head on a spike...."
Hory Clap.....I didn't really know what to say, he's Me, but without the TBI......
I ended up saying, "Cub, killing ANY other Human Being is Horrible. You really feel what you just said?"
"Sire, we're Warriors", he said, "Like you say, Some people really need killin', and we are Those...."
Suffice it to say, or this is going to be Really Long......
The Cub gets it. He frightens me, in that he Is me....and I want him to be safe. But I'm 500% Proud that I have one that will be there for you.....and for me, cuz I'll be too old one day too.....
And don't worry.....I just tucked Lil Wolfie in bed, and before he kissed me goodnite he said, "Never again, right?"
I said, "Not as long as we have Men like you and me, Wolfie, Never again."
Snuggled.....I needed it tonight, smooched in a manly way and plumped his pillow....
Damm I'm proud of him.....it's better than dwelling on other crap, I'm here to tell
ya.....
G'nite Friends.
Tough times happen. Tough People survive.........right?
Dammit, I hope so..........
Wollf
In the Name of Conservatism......
And its' Mystical VooDoo Powers......it's time to raise the Dead.
We need.......
'Nuff said.
Feel free to take the graphic and morph it to your needs.
Got it myself from the Original Artist who is quite kind to share all her lovely creations......She's funny as hell too.
Wollf
We need.......
'Nuff said.
Feel free to take the graphic and morph it to your needs.
Got it myself from the Original Artist who is quite kind to share all her lovely creations......She's funny as hell too.
Wollf
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