President Kennedy's assasination was the first sign of the apocalypse.

I mourn today...

I pulled a lower ab muscle working out Thursday.

It hurts to:

Sit

Stand

Piss

Shit

And if I take in too much air...

breathe.

Doing the 'bicycle' is great for tightening your abs...
but don't over-do it!

Practically DL time, but I'll soldier on and show up for work Monday.

Technical dfficulties! Here is the second video. My apologies.

Most people waste so much time being angry. As far as I can tell, if you're happy with yourself you'll smile more often than you'll frown. Wouldn't it be great if people would start telling each other to go to Heaven, not go to Hell?


And this one is for Victoria, a former girlfriend from West Virginia. Her southern accent could make me weak in the knees.



Y'all go to Heaven, ya hear?

Classic Jack, from "Five Easy Pieces":

Thank you for your service and sacrifice. May God Bless you all... each and every day.

[Salutes]

Food for thought...

No pearls of wisdom today, and no funny stories. Just a song that I hadn't heard in a long time.


Don't care if you like it or not... this is MY blog, not yours. If you like it that's fine. Glad to make you smile. If you don't, then "go ye forth and multiply"... with yourself.

Jake has left the building.

Writing letters is a lost art. In the days before the internet and cell phones, people wrote letters. Talking long distance from your home phone (now called a land line) was very expensive, so you only called family and loved ones on holidays and birthdays. In between you wrote to each other. I remember fondly the anticipation of picking up the mail and finding a hand written cherished letter from someone. Those days are all but gone now... not fast enough any more. Why take the time to gather your thoughts and write them down when you can text or email instead?

The last correspondence on a regular basis was with my Mother. After my Father died, she remarried and moved to another town. With me working afternoons, it was hard to talk on the telephone during the week, so we wrote letter to one another. I still have them now, 12 years after my Mother has passed. I have on Sister alive, and we talk on the phone occasionally, but we don't write to one another. It's a little sad... another passing of a different time, a different culture. (sighs)



J