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A decision made and one I hope to keep.

With that last blog “Status update becomes a blog,” I’ve made yet another decision. I’m really tired of being bombarded by the less than helpful images and general “news” of the world on my timeline/feed/whatever the hell it’s called, so I am going to change what I want to see on my timeline/feed/whatever the hell it’s called. I’m going to change what I post on my timeline/feed/whatever the hell it’s called. Bye bye, CNN, ABC and the like. I ❤️ ya Huffpost, but you gotta go. Let me put it this way. If it’s not music related, family related, garden related and basic general stuff; I’m not going to post it. After all I don’t and people should not get their “news” from Facebook, Twitter, Flickr and the like.

We’ll see how this works..

✌️ my siblings from another mother✌️


I am…

wondering if conspiracy theorists know something we don’t know.
an OK guy.
a loyal (some say to a fault) friend.
someone you can count on.
really, really, REALLY confused.
on some days “ok looking” on other days,
absolutely stunning.
walking a tight rope of emotion.
ready for the next step of my evolution.
wondering, as I am sure we all have at one time or another, why is man here?
wondering how the universe came into existence.

A pui tardí

Fun with autocorrect


Ok, let’s see how this works. And of course because I want to do this, there will not be any major odd autocorrects.

On the road, returning from a day trip to West Virginia. Took in a few sights. One of those sites was Oglebay Park.

The holiday lights at Oglebay park were spectacular! (Oglebay Park is a self supporting public municipal park, the only one of its kind, located on the outskirts of Wheeling, West Virginia on 1,650 acres (670 ha). The park has been open to the public since 1928 when the park’s governing body, the Wheeling Park Commission, began operations at the former estate of Earl W. Oglebay. In 1926, Earl W. Oglebay donated his summer estate, Waddington Farms, to the city of Wheeling.) In case you were wondering.

Another place was Coleman’s Fish Market. The only thing I am going to say about that……..YUM YUM YUM


Ok this one is a wrap. For some reason, my fingers strike true. So I’m saying…..

a pui tardi


What happens when…

Too many questions, not enough answers.

Ouch, I have headache. 🙂


but I don’t know what politics is

Son: “Daddy, I have to write a special report for school, but I don’t know what Politics is.”

Father: “Well, let’s take our home as an example. I am the bread-winner, so let’s call me Capitalism. Your Mum is the administrator of money, so we’ll call her Government. We take care of your need, so let’s call you The People. We’ll call the maid the Working Class and your brother we can call The Future. Do you understand son?”

Son: “I’m not really sure, Dad. I’ll have to think about it.”

That night awakened by his brother’s crying, the boy went to see what was wrong. Discovering that the baby had seriously soiled his diaper, the boy went to his parents’ room and found his mother sound asleep. He went to the maid’s room, where, peeking through the keyhole, he saw his father in bed with the maid. The boy’s knocking went totally unheeded by his father and the maid, so the boy returned to his room and went back to sleep.

The next morning he reported to his father.

Son: “Dad, now I think I understand what Politics is.”

Father: “Good son! Can you explain it to me in your own words?”

Son: “Well Dad, while Capitalism is screwing the Working Class, Government is sound asleep, the People are being completely ignored and the Future is full of Shit.”



What does man love more than life?

Fear more than death or mortal strife?

What do the poor have, what the rich require,

And what contented men desire?

What does the miser spend, the spendthrift save,

And all men carry to their graves?