– A Question For The Young – Maybe Two –

•July 13, 2009 • 2 Comments

Smiles, ahem, expressions of any kind are few and far between. What up (not a typo) with that??

It started some years ago when I was riding a bus to downtown Phoenix, I noticed a group of high school kids waiting for the bus laughing, talking and generally acting like teens. When the bus stopped, most got on and that’s when the change came over them. As if on cue, they all stopped talking, the smiles instantly turned to frowns, their eyes fell to the floor and it was if they forgot everything their parents ever taught them about being polite (if that even happened).

If I were to have acted like that in my youth and my parents had found out, there would have been hell to pay. Being quiet and polite is one thing but being quiet and rude is quite another.

You can say hello, have a nice day, how are you today and they look at you as if you’re speaking a foreign language if they acknowledge you at all.

I’ve never seen so many unhappy or seemingly unhappy young people in my life and, it isn’t getting any better. With the advent of the iPod, texting, twittering, cell phones in general, My Space, Face Book, etal,  life has become too impersonal. People are forgetting how to be civil with one another on a very basic, day to day level. I believe it’s called social interaction.

I need help understanding this quirk in our society. What happened to the youth of today that makes them think being polite and thoughtful is a sign of weakness because that’s the way it seems to me.

I don’t want to pigeonhole all young people into just one limited category. There are some young people that converse quite easily with the older generation, from their parents on up, and this is quite refreshing to see. These are the young folk who probably spend a good deal of time with their parents and grand-parents and whose parents gave them more than an allowance and the keys to the car when growing up. It shows.

I have three lovely daughters who are all conversant in politeness and respect for age as well as their own friends. They don’t seem to have any problem balancing the two and I don’t believe we, as parents, did anything remarkable to get them to that point.

I’m sure you know of young people who have this special lack of social grace or have at least run across them while running your daily routines. I would be interested in hearing your opinions on this dilemma, as I see it.
But for now …………….

That’s MY opinion and you’re welcome to it.

Have a nice day!

– It’s Probably Just The Weather –

•July 12, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Another Sunday afternoon. There’s a light breeze blowing and it’s cool under overcast skies. The Great Northwest at it’s natural best. I guess you could attribute that to a lot of things but it’s probably just the weather.

It’s a lazy day just because that’s the way it was supposed to be. A great day to drink coffee on the patio or just sit on your front stoop and watch the world go by. Everything and everyone seems to be moving in slow motion. Some days are just like that but, then again, it’s probably just the weather.

I’ve made so many excuses why I can’t do certain things today, vacuum, dust, clean windows, wash the car, build a bookcase and they were all perfectly good excuses mind you but, then again, it’s probably just the weather.

At least that’s my excuse! and

That’s my opinion and you’re welcome to it.

Have a nice day.

– Those Names…Where Did They Come From?? –

•July 6, 2009 • 2 Comments

I have to ask myself why do people name their children what they do. I’m sure that some time during your life you’ve asked yourself that very question. “Why did mom and dad give me this awful name?” As if Sally, Jeff, Jane or Peter were that bad.

There are, however, some real humdingers out there thanks to our celebrities at large, no doubt while they were under the influence of something a little stronger than iced tea. And, there are plenty of examples to chose from. I’m only going to cite a few.

Let’s start off easy. George Foreman for one used his own name for his son but he didn’t stop at just George Foreman Jr. He named all of his sons George. That, in it self, is not bad but it does show a definite lack of imagination.

Next, let us go to the Bono household, such as it was. Cher and that other guy must have thought long and hard before naming their daughter Chastity. Boy now that couldn’t possibly cause the child any trouble growing up now could it? Chastity Bono. No, no trouble at all. Ahhh, wait a minute, isn’t she gay?? Not that there’s anything wrong with that mind you.

Michael Jackson, we all know how normal this guy was. Do you think his son will opt to change his name any time soon. I mean, who wouldn’t just love to carry the name Blanket Jackson throughout their school years? Not me for starters. He would be the guest of honor at every blanket party. They would blanket the whole campus with mean spirited statements directed at him. You get the picture.

Just three examples of things people (celebs) do to their children either unwittingly or otherwise that these kids have to live with because their loving parents thought it was funny at that moment. I can’t believe they actually gave those name much thought, but then again, they would almost have to wouldn’t they? Hmm, very curious.

I know you all know of other examples too numerous to put down here. If you should read this, I’d be happy to hear some of your examples. If you have time that is.

Have a great day or evening depending on where you are.

This was my opinion and you’re welcome to it.

– Hello!! Is There A Book In There? –

•July 6, 2009 • Leave a Comment

I heard that someone once said that everyone has at least one book in them. Well, I certainly hope that is true for I have been looking for mine for years now. I have tried to bring it forth on many occasions but to no avail. I’m too stubborn to go to self help classes or groups for assistance. Why should I? What do they know about me, my style or even my story that would help me write it?

It was that very attitude that has gotten me where I am today. No retirement, no fixed income, nothing to fall back on, just a lot of “I did it my way.” which won’t even buy me a cup of coffee in today’s market. Yesterdays market either, truth be told.

No, just like every frustrated writer, I feel I have the perfect story. Man, if I could just get it down in print and under the nose of the right person, it would sell a million, maybe more.

Sound familiar? Yeah, I bet it does.

My oldest daughter watches Murder She Wrote reruns. She calls them her comfort food for the soul.

I, too, used to watch Jessica Fletcher in the role of the murder solving writer that always seemed to be in the right place, if you can call it that, at the right time. She was my inspiration to start writing in the first place. At least the prose part of my writing. Before that, it was poetry. I still dabble in that from time to time when the mood is just right.

Prose, on the other hand, can be generated at will. It helps to have an emotional bond with your subject but it isn’t really necessary. All that’s needed is a subject and a direction. What are you writing about and where do you want it to go. On your mark, get set, type. Edit and revise later.

Yeah, if it’s so simple, where the hell is that book of mine??

Good luck with yours.

That’s my opinion and you’re welcome to it.


– The Monster In Us All –

•July 6, 2009 • 2 Comments

Have you met your personal monster yet? That monster that hides within us all just waiting for the right moment to spring from the inner recesses of our minds right into the full light of day for all to see. It’s a terrifying thought and, yes, if it hasn’t happened to you yet, which I find hard to believe, it most certainly will.

This monster to which I refer is obsession in its’ many and varied forms. Some obsessions are quite destructive in nature especially when they directly affect another person or group of people in a negative, dangerous or deadly manner. This is not the obsessive behavior to which I refer.

The one I am referring to is this blogging thing. Ever since my oldest daughter steered me in this direction about a week or so ago, I have been increasingly drawn to this web site multiple times a day. Sometimes to see if anyone is listening but mostly to comment on the latest hiccup in my life. As if anyone really cares.

I am the type of person whose voice gets lost in a crowd, if you know what I mean. I may be involved in the conversation but still not be listened to. For all those present, I feel as though they are missing out on some real important dialogue, mine! But, alas, I get drowned out by someone who I feel is less informed but louder than I and in all good conscience, I cannot raise my voice to an earsplitting level just to be heard.

I,therefore, prefer the written word. You can revise, edit and print it. No one can out shout you for attention or interrupt you in the middle of a sentence. You have the floor as long as you can hold the interest of the reader. This is my aim and, so far, well, it’s bound to get better, right?

This is my obsession for now, my personal monster. I learned to type in seventh grade and haven’t stopped since. Ever since I was directed to this blog site, I have become ever more obsessed by it. I hope I don’t wear out my welcome but until I do, I will be placing other things on the back burner, like work and laundry, in order to share my random but I hope coherent thoughts with you all.

Have you met your monster yet?

See you in your blog and have fun.

That’s my opinion and you’re welcome to it.


Enough With Michael Jackson All Ready !!!

•July 6, 2009 • 1 Comment

For cryin’ out loud, enough is enough. These people trying to get in to pay their final respects at the Staples Center just want to be able to say they were there. Not for the ‘so called’ King of Pop, just for their own gratification and prestige within their own community. It stopped being about Michael Jackson along time ago. Now it’s about advertising, promotion and personal exposure. Who can make what by doing which or whatever it takes.

Bury the freaky dude and have done with it. You and everyone else know it’s true. He was talented, without question but he was anything but normal in any sense of that word.

We need to put him out of our misery and move on to the next to take his place. And, there will be another, just like he followed Elvis, someone else will follow Michael. Let’s just hope the next one is, at the very least, normal to some extent. Someone we don’t have to make excuses for or try to defend his lies.

That’s my opinion and you’re welcome to it.

– SEX and The Single Man Over Sixty and Not –

•July 5, 2009 • Leave a Comment

What is to be said about the single man? What defense is there for such an animal as this?

Seriously, there is none. None is needed. If anything this is one animal that needs more in the way of sympathy than defense.

The older men of this description are having to put up with advertisements that are, on one hand, informative and extremely embarrassing on the other. I, for one, would like to see the advertisers for Cialis and Viagra and the others change their description from E.D. or ED’s disease back to Erectile Disfunction. You see, my name happens to be Ed. That comment was strictly personal. And, no, I don’t suffer from the disease just from its’ abbreviation.

Younger men know what they are going to face as the pages on the calender continue to fall. One day, unless something is done soon they too will face the stigma brought about by Erectile Disfunction and what ever that peeing one is. Guys making a mad dash for the Port-a-Potty, how ridiculous. It matters not whether they have the disease or they don’t. The stigma is still there. And, if the abbreviation for this so called disease isn’t changed forever, well, I fear the name of Ed will be stricken from the rolls forever. Too embarrassing to be given to a male child ever again. Sad but I fear true.

The only hope is that the truth be told about this disease. I think, to a great extent, this disease is all psychological. If you have the right kind of stimulation, visual or otherwise, there is nothing on Gods green earth that is going to keep a good man down. Yes, the pun was intended. Just ask any man who frequents a topless bar. Well, bottomless as well. He will tell you the hardest thing to do in one of those places is getting up from the table, Well, not right away at any rate. Getting it up, at that point, is not the problem.

No siree, I’ve never found it necessary to use a little blue pill in order to pitch a tent and the fact that I am not a camper has nothing to do with it. We’ll talk again.

That is MY opinion and you’re welcome to it.

– Have You Ever Noticed –

•July 5, 2009 • 2 Comments

How no one really cares about what you think unless you’re talking about what they think??

Human nature my friends, everyone is protective of their opinions because everyone thinks their opinion is the right opinion and, maybe they’re right after all. Only further discussion and open minds can tell for sure.

I, for one, like my opinions although I don’t always agree with them.

“What?” you say, “And how can this be?”

Very simple, there are times when I will take an opposing view just to keep a discussion going. I do this out of boredom at times. Sometimes I do it because I like the person or people I’m talking with and don’t chose to end the conversation just yet. Sometimes I do it just because I can. And don’t tell me you haven’t! Yeah right!

Diversity in many things, not just random thoughts and ideas, is what keeps this old world a spinin’. God help us if we agreed on everything, right?

Creating a little controversy in conversations is a good thing ‘IF’ you know when to stop. You have to know when enough is enough.

For those of you who agree and enjoy a lively debate now and again and really don’t mind which side of the issue you argue, here, here! You are among the lucky few who are intelligent enough to know how vital it is to keep those skills alive and well and in practice. Too many people both young and old have, do to texting and other forms of abbreviated forms of communication, lost or are in the process of losing the ability to form full and coherent sentences.

I love communicating both in person and over the internet. Texting and the phone, not so much. It’s just not me.

I obviously have too much time on my hands today but I’m not going to apologize for it. It’s better that I scatter these thoughts over the net than keeping them all bottled up in this old but not quite worn out brain of mine.

That’s my opinion and you’re welcome to it.

Have a nice day!

– Sunday Morning Silence –

•July 5, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Another Fourth of July has come and gone. The sounds of fireworks, the smell of gunpowder and the sirens running hither, tither and yon are all fading into the distant reaches of my memory. After some fitful sleep, I am faced with a perfectly silent Sunday morning. A perfect end to a too hot, too loud Saturday.

What a joy it was to brew some Folgers, mix in a little French Vanilla creamer and go out onto the patio for some much needed R & R. The heat of the day will all too soon be upon us again. The traffic, even on a Sunday, will start it’s inevitable melody of swish, swish as each car passes on the highway below.

People heading to or from church services looking for forgiveness or reinforcement of their beliefs. Maybe just to meet friends and exchange the news and gossip of the week just past.

People going to the store early enough to beat the afternoon shoppers when putting on their make-up would have been mandatory and not elective.

For me, Sunday morning is a time of silence. A time to remember all the things I did right during the week and regret those things I could have done better. I don’t go to church, much to the displeasure of my three lovely daughters, but I do commune with God in my own way. I say we have our way of talking that works just fine for us. My kids say I’m just fooling myself. We agree to disagree on this.

All I know is that we all need a little down time. We have to shut off the iPods, stereos, TV’s, yes, even the computers, blackberries and cell phones if only for an hour or so one day a week. Just saying you go without using it for at least that long just because isn’t good enough. You actually have to shut them all down, disconnect and that way you’re not expecting anything to happen that you would have to try and ignore.

Just release your mind for that one hour a week. Give IT a chance to re-boot for a change. Think about it. What could it hurt, really??

That’s my opinion and you’re welcome to it.

Have a nice day!

– Independence Day –

•July 4, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Independence Day, to the young, means party time, fireworks, a movie by Will Smith, everything but what it really means. The words themselves say it better in those two words than could be put into a whole paragraph.
But, of course, I’ll have to try.

There were a group of men, maybe not the most noble of their time but they were the ones who took it upon themselves to try and form a ‘more perfect union’.

They did this over the course of many years and with much planning and forethought. The history books have tried, as they might, to cover everything that happened and what they could not, the History Channel has tried to fill in those blanks.

What I find is the real shame is that we all are living in this country under our own rule because of what those men and the people they governed fought to give us. The freedoms we were all born with that others had tried to take away.

Ever since then, our military has had to defend those rights wherever and whenever they have been threatened. We honor them all from those brave men and women from the early stages of our Democracy in 1776 up to and including the present and the men and women defending it today.

It’s not just a day to party and shoot of fireworks but it is a day to celebrate. There is a difference.

God bless you and yours, God bless our troops wherever they may be and God bless America.

That’s my opinion and you’re welcome to it.