weird world

album of photos
have you seen this rabbit on the net? his name is Oolong, he lived in Japan and liked to be photographed w stuff stacked on his head. I want one of those cookies.

Blogomation

Blog I may and blog I must

its a truth, in blog we trust.

Blog the trees, as they sway

Blog the night and then the day.

Bloggers dream and then interpret

all the readers read and then fret;

"will this blog go on for long

or be just one more too short song?"


Writing is a passion, tis true

and those who have it, that's what we do.

Reading can be a wonderful pastime

but what to do if the next chapter won't appear?

Well you call up the author

and give him or her a kick in the rear!


"Hey get out of your funk, get happy fergawdsake!

Write us something funny, its a piece of cake"

"Never ming your stalling and lame excuses

and please stop writing about all your boyfriend's abuses."


So here it goes, my reading friends

a trip into blogland, a means to the ends.

What started as hobby and somehow just grew

Now what I write does not matter, just that I do.

If your read this or not I can not tell

In the balance hangs neither your heaven or hell

As we grow in our knowledge and how fast we can go

its nice to sit typing so agonizingly slow

My mind is kept busy, I find some peace

in trying, these thoughts, inside, to release.


That's it for today, I'm done you my best

have yourself some coffee, a stretch and a rest

cause its your turn now to entertain me

The comment below is now mandatory, no reading for free!

Bulletin from behind the bar

Holding the judge with the bailiff's weapon.
No one gets out til we get an apology from the CHP officer who started this.
The court clerk peed in her pants when I stole her blackberry to send this.
Court reporter has a nail appointment so I let her go.
Send 2 pizzas (pepperoni) and keys to the lock up
We are letting some of the good ole boys out for a last night on the town.
Judge requests a gin and tonic, make that a double.

Bailiff wants his gun back, hahahhahaha

Here come da Judge...

I am off to my second trip to juvenile traffic court
the first one was 33 years ago
this time I go as parent/ guardian /advocate.

Seems my son grazed an old lady who was pushing a stroller
Which is no big deal, unless it is a sheriff's wife and the judges grandson.
Here is my legal strategy.
We dress well.
We look sober.
We smell clean.

(see I am way ahead already)

If that does not work - plan B.
Plead "whocares!"
and Run out the door.

its always good to give the fat bailiff some excercise

See you on the evening news....

you only turn 50 once 

with apologies

I am sorry folks, today I am unable to write.
That is I can't write anything that is "readable".
If you want dark interior portraits
or lengthy laments of unhappiness
there are college students that can
tell you how tough life is.
I won't write any more of that this month.
I have some serious work to do.

P.S. The tree house was badly flooded
keeping me from rushing in to
what may have been a huge mistake.
I'm coining the phrase,
"I like my mold to stay in the fridge thank you"

The bind that ties

when I sit here
my keyboard under shaking hands
I have freedom
free to write about anything or nothing
to disclose if I wish
or to cover pain with humor
my hands are free
but my mind is not
cornered in a space of my own creation
caged behind bars that I forged over the years
I made my world
now I live in it.
I will not die from this
nor lose my sense of self
but pain is real
and the salve is not at hand
to cool the burn of the lash
I have hit myself again and again
and then when I stop I think I will feel better
I am empty, alone and afraid
This too is good
all the loss makes me realize what good I had
what blessings
what comfort
now to find a place of solace, peace, energy