Sunday, May 06, 2012

5/3

I kinda remember as a tot, wishing I was six so I could go to school with my older sister and brother.


At six I wished to be 10 thinking I could be as smart as my sister.

At ten I wished I was sixteen so I could drive a car and be as cool as my older brother.

At sixteen I wished to be 21 so I could become an official adult.

At fifty I wished I was thirty nine and at 60 almost had the same wish but had talked myself into accepting forty nine wish.

Now here, I'm so thankful to have made seventy that all those stupid time wasting wishes have moved on out, never to be again. They were crowded out by a huge chunk of hope.

I hope a make it to seventy one. I hope a make it to seventy two. I hope a make it to seventy three.



Isn't a living human life a deal? Life is but a dream sweetheart, sweetheart. Life is but a dream sweetheart.

4/20

As I sit here trying to come up with a little tale to tell, my ignorant mind stumbled over the word tail. With that word I got to thinking how close it was to be something coming from a butt-hole. I've noticed that a good one can be used as cover for a butt-hole and all that got me wondering where and how the word tale originated. Don't know that I want to use it anymore.


A half hearted attempt to look it up gave me no help but I think it must have come from how you go about telling someone something. Once in a while you tell someone something it can be said they've been told but other times when you tell something it's gets said you told a tale.

Oh just forget it! This butt-hole is now finished with this tale-tail or whatever. I knew I was pretty well finished before I started but it's hard to stop a leak and my poor old mind is cursed with a pretty constant leak as I'm sure most of you all well know.

You know it seems that death is always hanging around just looking for a way in. You certainly don't want to take a chance of providing that opening by being negligent in taking your prescribed medications, especially those for high blood pressure! Being negligent can increases greatly the chance of your tale being told prematurely.


Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome. -Isaac Asimov

3/25

Working on a new multi-fuel engine concept for a small scooter. There are many technicalities to work out including a name for the beauty. It is possible that the complete idea will end up flushed but I'm hoping it will be me that ends up flush.....err, I think.

It is going to be powered by methane and gasoline. We'll run a tube from the fuel calibrator to a gallon gas tank, then another to a small methane holding tank. From that, a tube up to a hole in the middle of the seat.

Preparation for a trip should begin the night before by filling the gas tank and consuming a large meal of cooked cabbage, pinto beans along with a few raw onions on the side. After the meal a good snack of roasted peas is suggested which could possibly increase the octane.

When you take off you may need to run on gasoline for a short period until the methane builds up then that will take over. If the methane begins to poop out the gas will cut in and run until the methane is again adequate for the job.

I can hear me going down the road now, putt, putt, putt, poot, poot, putt, putt, poot, poot, poot, putt, putt, putt.

Another obstacle to overcome is the riders probable desire to save gasoline which could have him straining somewhat to keep the methane level high enough. Too much effort could have him shittin and gettin down the road on gasoline.

I'm thinking about applying or a twenty nine million dollar, more or less, grant to help me get this thing on the road and believe a good name for it might help. A few has been suggested but I am open for more. A few ideas so far; 'Gas-a-go-go', 'Sit and Git', 'Buttrun Piston Popper', 'Grunt and Go', 'Smart Fart' and then my favorite, 'Poop De Ville'.

Oh well, like I said, it may not come to any real deal and all the time spent on it so far could be only a down the drain waste.


Waste kinda makes you think of the time you spent reading this huh?

3/9/2012

After cultivating a beard for about 10 weeks I decided to shave it off. Talked with Dory about it and she told me it didn't make her any difference either way. Just do whatever I wanted. So yesterday, after she left to play bridge at the Lions Club, I shaved it off. When she got home we talked for a little bit then she went in to check things out on her computer. It sure made me feel very very insignificant when she didn't notice that I had shaved. I finally realized that when she said that it didn't make her any difference, it meant it damn sure didn't make her any difference! I went in later and mentioned that I had shaved and as she looked at me she weakly said that she had noticed something was different but didn't know what. Guess I'll let it grow back out. I liked the no shaving everyday big time.

Despite the old saying, 'Don't take your troubles to bed', many men still sleep with their wives!~Andy Rooney