Another story

Wow…you know you can love it or hate it…but deer season is here…and what I love most of all…is not trekking through the woods and freezing my culunes off….or sitting in my stand waiting for ever to see nothing…nope it is the stories…deer hunting makes stories, and those stories become memories…it may be about the one you got…it may be the one you missed…it may not be about hunting at all…my brother in law has a dusey about his brother in law … Getting stuck in the mountains….. These stories may be told by an …adult or by a child…they are common in their theme…but different in their details…they all have some point where the teller goes…BOOM!…and scare the bejesus out of ya…but they are heart felt and detailed…they grow as soon as they are planted…I shot a doe at 10 yards walking by …becomes I shot a monster buck at 100 yards hanging upside down…I never get sick of them and I will never stop telling them…love to the kids…Linny…you are going strong…deb…my deepest prayers are with you…I think of you every day

fair??

¹   /fɛər/ Show Spelled [fair] Show IPA adjective, fair·er, fair·est, adverb, fair·er, fair·est, noun, verb

adjective

1.

free from bias, dishonesty, or injustice: a fair decision; a fair judge.

2.

legitimately sought, pursued, done, given, etc.; proper under the rules: a fair fight.

3.

moderately large; ample: a fair income.

4.

neither excellent nor poor; moderately or tolerably good: fair health.

5.

marked by favoring conditions; likely; promising: in a fair way to succeed

     wow….who ever said life wasn’t fair??….life has nothing to do with it…life is a gift, the alternative is much worse…but like any gift we tend to compare our’s to what everybody else got….damn i got this stupid thing , but what johnny got is much cooler….we tend to envy our neighbor and forget what is sitting in our laps….our gift…our life….we can’t trade it we can’t bring it back for a refund….”this doesn’t fit i need another size”….”do you have a reciept”…”well no god didn’t include a gift reciept”…”well here’s a store credit…thanks for shopping at wal-mart , NEXT”…fair “1. free from bias, dishonesty, or injustice: a fair decision; a fair judge…well life can be neither dishonest  or injust…it has no moral values and it has no motive….it is a thing…a section in time….like a rock our life starts rolling down the hill of time…sometimes it goes fast some times it goes slow….it may hit other rocks bounding down the hill..your rock may share the path of another rock as it travels along….now these tumbling rocks are all different…some more fragile then others…some wear quicker during their downward flight….some will make it along ways down the hill some may get caught up in the grass or collide with other rocks and stop rolling….sitting still in time waiting to be set back into motion……..some of us spend too much time focused on where we have been and not enough time on what is there in front of us…because unlike the rock we do have some control on where we are going…we may not be able to control how long we will role…but we can control where……we can enjoy the now…the place we are because we never know when this ride will end……learn from where you have been….plan for where you want to go, even if you never make that goal, plan for it….and most important…..live for now…now is the most important day….love to the kids….linney..still truckin…and new to the prayer list, deb keep going with a smile and a sigh cause you rock, now keep rolling 

 

 

when the lights go out

what will you see when the lights of life go out?….will it be heaven,.. or hell???…you know like when you are in a room all lit up. …this is your life ,.. your room…when you turn out the light and the room is plunged into darkness….what do you see??….what image is burned into your mind??….what did the room look like when the lights went out…..will it be a neat clean image, one with everything in order,….everything has a place and everything in it’s place…will it an image of filth…everything in disarray…cushions tossed about….things turned over….what will you see….maybe it was a party…lots of hootin and hollaring going on…music playing …people dancing….a real fun time…and boom….lights out……so what will you see??…..linney….keep it real girl, you ain’t goin nowhere…..love to the fam…and the kids

life at 50

wow..yup i figured out why the love life dies at 50…you see when you’re in your twenties she roles over and there is this slim muscular man, six-pack abbs and sweeping hair…damn she wants him, and with a single kiss the fire begins, and an hour later when you are both exhausted from multiple encounters you crawl out of bed and shower..he make coffee and breakfast while she readies for the day…remember those days, ya me neither , but that is beside the point, bear with me…

now, today..she roles over and if it wasn’t a gastric release that woke her, one is soon to come, there she see a lump of a man with hair everywhere except his head,the ears , the nose, and eye brows so bushy you could sit a plant on them. he need a a shave bad and the bristles are all shades of gray, but love is blind and so is she without her glasses…she kisses him and he stirs and grunts, this is where the gas comes out if it already hasn’t……then he pops up his head fattening her lip….now he is awake and ,needing to urinate,  in the ready for love but she is bleeding, he quickly gets up and gets a wash cloth and tends to her lip, probably uses the bathroom which is attached to the master bedroom.. and fills the area with sounds and such that can only truly be imagined….and if by some miracle when he returns she hasn’t fallen back asleep, fat lip and all, it’s where the hell are those damn blue pills…ya ..good luck with that…love to the kids…linny here’s to another year..keep it up…and baby…how you manage is beyond me…i do love you

step in the right direction

wow…” XXXXX XXXXXXX July 18 at 5:17pm Report
You’re a STEP mother, why don’t you butt out for once and let Gretchen’s REAL mother have time with her daughter. For once stand in the BACK GROUND where you belong !! Shame on your husband , he knows Ellyn is their mother and you know it too. ANY respect I had for Tom is now none…. Shame on you both! XXXXXXXX’s real AuntXXXXX”…man she sounds pissed…this letter, hateful as it may be, posses some real questions?? first…how can someone be so stupid as to write this shit down…this a letter my wife recieved…the other is what is the role of a step parent…with the so many blended families today where do step parents fit in… 

Parenting is the process of promoting and supporting the physical, emotional, social, and intellectual development of a child from infancy to adulthood. Parenting refers to the activity of raising a child rather than the biological relationship.[1]

In the case of humans, it is usually done by the biological parents of the child in question,[2] …this is the definition of parenting found on wikapedia…it sounds pretty cut and dry.”the activity of raising a child rather than the biological relationship”…

   my wife and i are second marrages…we each have three children apiece…a regular brady bunch that’s us…when we married 10 years ago we agreed that when in our house the 6 of them were our children…we would parent them as a team, not my kids your kids…children have a difficult time when mom and dad devorce…the last thing they need is a house divided…a place where they feel unwanted…our house was and is stable…now the problem in the step is the age of the children…kids are products of their enviroments…so the older the child, the more they are affected and adjusted to the parent figures…no matter how bad the previous  home may be it is all they knew to  be…. younger children will be more open to others…on the parent side of the equation..step children do not share the bond created by birth…they are not bound to their new loves children as they are to their own…i have always told my children that they get one mother and one father…can’t choose them they are a birth right…however they do get people in they lives that can influence their growth…that can provide parenting skills and give them guidence…help them grow…teach them to love and to laugh..hold them when they cry and wipe their face when they are hurt or sick…walk with them…help them study teach them to sew…teach them to fix it, assemble it, or tear it apart…everything a parent would do for his or her child…or step child…and through all this a bond is formed…a love of a parent to a child…and the word step is nowhere to be seen….like in the story horton hatches the egg…there is a time and a devotion that can not be swiped away…love is love, and love my kids and i love her kids …i love our kids…yup it takes a village…no room for hate…love to the kids…all of them and linney, …oh ya ain’t forgot about you

it’s about me people

wow…you know i don’t want to sound shellfish but damn-it it is all about me…ya me…i am the one i have to justify to…i am the one that has to be satisfied…billy joel put it best when he said” this is my life” it is…i have to live it to the best of my abilities…i am not living for others i am living for me…and i like me…i am pretty fucking awesome…now don’t get me wrong i love others…but i must love me first…and others must love themselves first…i love my children all six…three bare the fruits of my looms and three are the fruits of my life…fathers and daddy’s are two different things…i have fathered three…i have daddied six and i love a lot more…if i can’t share my wisdom than shit is waisted…so love to all …but me first…love to the kids…linny…oh ya the ride ain’t over yet…never will be

holes

wow…God has made a hole…when a person dies..that person leaves a hole..depending on how well that person was known decides the size of that hole…an aquaintence…small hole…someone you don’t know personally…small hole…a spouse or a child…huge hole…now these holes are everywhere…they are like our own personal obstacle corse…and as we navigate them we sometimes fall in….small or big…the memories are still sad….we must learn how to climb out and navigate around them…but they never go away…at times we will choise to avoid these holes all together…like a pothole in the road we cuss them, these holes of ours…and then we learn the route through…like the milk horse we can walk the path with our eyes closed…but there are times that we stop and stare down into the hole…and enjoy the beauty….for some holes are not inconvenient blemishes in our mind…some are like the grand canyon…deep yes..but full of vast beauty…my mother left me with such a hole and after i stopped falling in i learned to love and cherish it’s majesty..love to the kids…linny…ya i’m still here, and so are you

the mini marriage

wow…i can’t believe that i have figured out the divorce problem in the US….ya , you see i was watching the Orangemen dismantle Vermont. ya i was sucking on a beer and chowin down some wings and fries…loaded fries…and medium wings…they were gooood…but anyway i was thinking that the problem with marriage is ….well for some anyway….is it is FOREVER…and that’s a long time…i mean how many people do you know who get a new car every 3-4 years…nothing wrong with the old one…they just get tired of it…i mean don’t get me wrong, they loved it when they bought it…they dreamed that one day that car would be theirs…they loved the color, the shape the feeling that they got just being there…with that car…so when the big day came and they bought it, well it was a dream come true….they brought it home and parked it and just sat in side and enjoyed the smell…they polished it everyday and showed it off to the neighbors and anybody else…” hey buddy ..new car?” ” yup, …ain’t she a beauty”….and then it starts…that first scratch…the polishing goes to every other day and then every week and then hardly ever….” hey buddie …nice car”…” what this piece of junk”….and as they drive down the street they  start to notice” OTHER CARS”..ahhh….but they are stuck…ya a 6 year finance…if they go for another car…it’s gonna cost them…they start checking out new cars but when asked….it’s no i’m stuck with this one…so for these people there is “THE LEASE”…what a great idea..you turn it in after 3-4 years and boom….free…no strings…see ya old wheels i want new…so why not have a lease for

marriage…after four years…done…over…on to a new one…and if you are happy…4 more years…but remember the marrage lease works two ways…maybe your spouse will tell you addiose….and all your belongings…gone…ya thats the way a lease works..you pay in for 3 years and in the end all you have are the memories…and a new spouse….of corse your lease history would be public…you know like carfax…ya this one has been around the block…lot of miles and a lot of owners….hmmm….now me ..i am in it for the long haul…i have no problem with forever…to me thats not enough time…i love you baby…fovever and a day…well say hey to the kids…and linney….the sears tower just ain’t tall enough….

nothing lasts

wow…i just bought a new barbecue…the sad part was the last one was only 2 years old…it was a kenmore and not a cheap, price wise, one…i payed over a hundred bucks and what did i get…shit in two years..ya the bottom rotted right out of it…damn chinese krap…what do i get…well you left it outside….well isn’t that where a barbecue is suposed to be…i mean the kitchen would get awful smokey…so out i go and buy another chinese piece of shit…but this time i went cheap…ya big lots on sale…99 dollar charbroil…could have gone for the 3 burner modle but then in 2 years i would be cussing myself again…damn i must be getting old…bought the little one …don’t tell tim the tool man…ar ar ar…nope this little bastard will cook the steaks just fine…and in two years when i toss this one…who gives a shit….does anybody remember when things used to last…ya like a washer and dryer…20-30 years…maybe the repair man would come over once of twice in that time …but damn-it they would last…now 5 years and you are on barrowed time…this thing is 5 years old…hell tiome for a new one…and if the repair maqn does show up they make more money then God and end up condemming what ever it is that is busted….and TV sets…well they don’t call them that any more…now they are monitors…yup if you don’t have something to plug into the damn thing it will just glow blue….and in 5 years if they last that long….toss them cause it cost more to fix them then to replace then…and what do you replace them with???…. yup you got it serlock….more chinese shity…moa was a smart little asshole wasn’t he….well love to the kids ….and linney another negitive definatly makes a positive…meet me on the ground floor…this ride is going all the way to the top

marriage?

WOW….you know just when you think you have life all figured out, life up and kicks the shit out of you…calls you a sissy baby, tells you that you don’t know shit and that you ain’t shit…and then it sends you home to mama..and as you limp away life winks at you and tips its hat and says ” see ya tomorrow kid” 

   well i just had one of those moments…you see it is sunday afternoon …the sun is shining(and for central new york that’s a feat in itself)…the wife and i are paying the bills and the NASCAR race at atlanta is winding down…ah ..damn you carl edwards…you suck…my little netbook is on facebook and my little girl is on chat….” hey baby, how’s my favorite sailor?”…hey daddy… here comes the ass kicking…you see i was watching a big wreck and paying bills…so the chat conversation was not the top prioity…so when she types back you didn’t answer my question i had to look back…Where’s the race??no not that…how are you?? no….”WHAT WOULD YOU SAY  IF COOPER ASKED ME TO MARRY HIM?”…ahhhh …holy shit my heart stopped…this was my little girl….Cooper???….i don’t know Cooper…I saw him once while my the little admiral and he were skyping….so i did what any father would do…panic…pure panic….Don’t get me wrong Cooper is a sailor too…my daughter met him at A- school in florida…she went to seattle and he went to italy……it’s funny but at the greatest times of panic my head said…WTF…your child is reaching out to you…she values your in put…holy shit i did something right…and in that thought it became clear that even though she was asking me…it should be me asking her…she has all the tools of my teaching so the problem i have just been hit with is not my problem at all….so i typed her back…(granted with a rapid heart beat)” honey i am not the one who will marry cooper so the question is What would you do?”

….. i mean was this a fact-finding mission on Cooper’s part or was the boy popping the question from half a world away?…”well ” she says” he doesn’t want you to hate him”  …ok smack smack…bring it on life….” honey how can i hate him if i don’t know him?…You see” i say” it is not my call…i have given you my years of wisdom…i hope you were listening…this is your decision…i can say that if he makes you happy and keeps you safe then i love the boy already…tell him to pop over and we’ll have a beer”so i ask her..” what did you say?” ….and she tells me” i would probably say yes if you asked in person.”  what a perfect answer…i mean come on…who’s going to put the ring on the fedex guy…ya that’s my girl…wow…love to the kids…and hug them good…teach them well….and linny …keep the faith…the ride ain’t over yet….