Happy B day .......doc

one of the doctors that I work for is celebrating a birthday today. I don't know how old he is, it's kind of hard to tell. So to celebrate the day in my own way......as we are too cheap in this office to actually go out and celebrate like grown ups with a lunch or after work drinks......i've decided to give him something every short, smart-ass, pediatric surgeon dreams off..........

A wild unbridled time with young chicks.......

just remember doc.......what happens in the office............stays in the office.

Say a little prayer

My daughter just e-mailed me that Morgan Freeman the actor was in a car wreck in Mississippi yesterday and is in the MED........say a little prayer that he will pull through okay.

Here's a little six degrees of separation for you......same said daughter worked for an optometry joint here in Memphis for awhile a few years ago, a real Eclectic shop(wink wink) and delivered Morgan's glasses to him but only after her and the optometrist both tried them on and took funny pictures of themselves. She saw him again in the parking lot of the same office and tried to get him to autograph a traffic ticket she had in her glove compartment. He politely told her that he "doesn't do that". I teased her that perhaps it was the traffic ticket that he didn't do and she should have bared an arm or thigh for his john hancock. She quipped back....."He's to classy to whip out John Hancock on the street."..............geez, where does she get it from.

BAD BOYS.....BAD BOYS.......AND GIRLS.....

Seems with the hot weather comes an increase in all sorts of crime.

Last week or so I posted about Cool hand Luke. My favorite incarcerated character. But in real life some of those found guilty of crime ain't having such a cool time of things.

In fact on the news yesterday, former senator Kathryn Bowers has written a letter to a news anchorwoman in Memphis telling her about the sad and sorry conditions that she and other inmates are having to endure. She suspects its from the drinking water as she has had an intestinal situation going on since she arrived there a while back. See there is a waste treatment facility very close to the prison. Ms. Bowers also had pre existent medical issues and these have worsened. Gosh, hope she will be okay. You know being elderly and all. Wouldn't it be nice if she was visited by some of her former constituents. Just like old Luke in the movie, gets a visit from his sick and dying mother(Arletta); Kathryn she is visited by some kind hearted person who hasn't been able to afford decent medical care, forced to live in substandard housing, endure toxic conditions very close to their own front door, and has been unable to have their own needs met.

Then there is John Ford, no not the movie director, but an ex-senator here in Tennessee. He's already serving 5 1/2 years and has possible 20 more coming...lets see ole Johnny is 66 now so he ought to be about done when he gets out. If grace had not stepped in back in the spring of 85 , then I would be requesting a move to a prison closer to his. Yes, ole John and me we had us a "failure to communicate" on Union avenue and I've been wanting to have just 5 minutes of his time ever since. (sorry, no picture of him.....you'd never get the ugly image erased from memory)

along these lines......My sister called me at work this morning and told me about a man in Virginia, who was giving his last testament, before his death sentence was carried out. He requested that the state tell his family that he loved them; that the governor of Va. understand that he had lost this man's vote; and could they hurry it up cause he was dying to get out of there.

well, its Friday and it's hot here in Memphis........and like Luke Jackson, i'm planning on busting out of this joint today........gonna call life's bluff and see what happens....what's the plan......nothing. Like Luke said. "Sometimes nothing can be a pretty cool hand."

end of the week ........

It's Friday afternoon at 3:25 p.m.

and my work today has wiped me

out!!!!!!!!

and when I get off today........I want one of these as bad as

tomorrow i plan a trip to the farmer's market to bring home

but only after doing

a little

will even a take a few of these

if I can get them

I won't be here at work

and that will make me

Hope you enjoy your weekend...................jinks.

YOU KNOW , YOU KNEW, YOU HAVE KNOWN...

you know all those e-mail surveys that want to know what your favorite this and your best that....they usually start out with......1> What is your full name.......shortly followed by how many times you skipped school, what countries have you visited......so on and so forth. They are meant to help you learn more about the people you already propose to know.

I decided to make up one myself and post it.....but I don't want to know your answers......

It's not that i'm not intersted in knowing who you are....its that I want to ask questions that you

might not feel comfortable answering......afterall, what good is a question if someone is willing to share the answer? (are you beginning to see how my mind plays?)

1. Who do they think you are?

2. Is there a person you love as much as you hate?

3. Do you ever despised the person you have become?

4. Would you really do "anything" for the people you say you would?

5. How often do you agree to "pray for" whatever and never have any intention of doing so?

6. What is it you can't stop yourself from ?

7. Is there something you would do if you knew you could get away with it?

8. Do you just love to say "I hate to say I told you so, but......."?

9. What is the longest length of time you've ever lied to yourself?

10. If you could just walk away from your life , would you?

Okay, my mind is tired of screwing around......type to you laterz.

PLAIN NUTS.....OR MR. PEANUT, IS THAT YOU?

Yesterday, i heard two unbelieveable news casts.....one on CNN....and the other was related to me by my baby sister, Lou. Both had to do with nuts.

Let me get the more notable story out of the way. Jessie Jackson's squirrely comment regarding Barry Obama's testicles. Makes perfect sense to me....meaning that I can well see where the Irreverent Jackson is coming from, seems we always want what we don't have.

If Jessie gets his way then Barry would be the father of the new ..NAACP?

National African American Castrated Politicians.

Well, I dare say Mr. Obama wouldn't be AWOL or MIA he would take responsibility in his leadership role.

Second story, reported to me by my sister, was a local news cast she viewed about a pervert who is walking into backyards and apartment complexes in Eastern Shelby County, Tn. naked and exposing himself.

Seems the news anchor interviews an elderly woman who was a victim. The woman describes her shock and awe at hearing someone beating the heck out of her back door and when she arrived this man was naked as a jay-bird standing there aggressively mastubating. She felt threatened and sexually violated. A news anchor person reports then that most of these jerks are harmless and do this for shock value. The elderly lady assures him that he was a very aggressive man and that she and others in her neighborhood would look to the police to lend a "steady hand" in halting this guys activities.....the news caster with a straight face and no emotion in her voice says something to the effect..."I had a chance to speak with Memphis Police and they assured me they would try to catch this man. I asked them what the public should do to protect themselves in the meantime.......their suggestion was ......motion detectors. "

In cashew were offended by anything I might have said here today......let me apologize

besides everybody knows that sometimes you feel like a nut....sometimes you don't.

"It must be the heat, Cap'n"

Went blog "gigging" today and caught a whole mess of em. Thoughts that is.
Folks are either too uncomfortable or too tired from the weather or life in general.
Some were asking great questions, like Merelyme. Others giving great answers.

In these dog days of summer, when it's just too hot to do anything else, I enjoy watching classic movies. One that came to mind today is "Cool Hand Luke". You know the one with Paul Newman,George Kennedy,Strother Martin, and several other(Oh, that's what's his name) guys even a young Dennis Hopper. It's about prison life, pre-bleeding heart liberal glamour slammer days. Lots of sweating bodies, sun up to sun down labor, pent up frustrations....like your day job only (hopefully) without a state owned and operated rifle in your face.

Dealing with oppressive heat makes me think of the ultimate chain gang punishment.....no not a walk down Lamar Avenue at high noon...(but close)...it's the dreaded "box"....small shed structure, dirt floor, no lights, no windows, no real ventilation, just you and a slop jar.

In the movie, Ralph Waite (aka, John Walton-The Waltons) turns into a sniveling hot mess, while he is forced into this hellish "time out". I was so embarrassed for him.

Here is a lengthy piece from this movie given by "Carr"the floor walker to the new prisoners upon their arrival in the cell house.....If any of this sounds familiar to you, perhaps your parents used it as a prototype to lay down the ground rules to you as a youngster. Used it myself with my own little convicts. Well here 'tis and I'll type to you tomorrow. Stay cool ya'll.....real....cool.


Them clothes got laundry numbers on them. You remember your number and always wear the ones that has your number. Any man forgets his number spends a night in the box. These here spoons you keep with you. Any man loses his spoon spends a night in the box. There's no playing grab-ass or fighting in the building. You got a grudge against another man, you fight him Saturday afternoon. Any man playing grab-ass or fighting in the building spends a night in the box. First bell's at five minutes of eight when you will get in your bunk. Last bell is at eight. Any man not in his bunk at eight spends the night in the box. There is no smoking in the prone position in bed. To smoke you must have both legs over the side of your bunk. Any man caught smoking in the prone position in bed... spends a night in the box. You get two sheets. Every Saturday, you put the clean sheet on the top... the top sheet on the bottom... and the bottom sheet you turn in to the laundry boy. Any man turns in the wrong sheet spends a night in the box. No one'll sit in the bunks with dirty pants on. Any man with dirty pants on sitting on the bunks spends a night in the box. Any man don't bring back his empty pop bottle spends a night in the box. Any man loud talking spends a night in the box. You got questions, you come to me. I'm Carr, the floor walker. I'm responsible for order in here. Any man don't keep order spends a night in...




P.S. Tried to put up an image of Paul Newman and blogspot came back with their version of
"What we have here....is a failure to communicate."......i'll try again when the sun goes down.

HAPPY B-DAY EARL

My brother Earl has a birthday today.I hope he is celebrating it in good health and with good friends. Earl is a christian, brother, husband, father, grandfather, hardware salesman,entrepreneur, good story teller, even better joke teller, and probably has a hundred other titles he humbly goes by. His comic attitude was the bases of so many of our family's good memories. I look forward to the day that I can hear one of his great grandchildren laughing over his tried and true antics.

As is the case with most truly likeable folks they collect an assortment of nicknames, Earl your no exception to this rule. So here is to Early Bird, Earl the Pearl,and Uncle Bossman....

WHERE PARADISE LAY......

When I was a child my family would travel back to western Kentucky where my parents were born."

I hear this song and I'm transported back to 1970 and my family is on vacation in western Kentucky outside of Bowling Green at Beech Bend park, which the Green River runs past


"And there's a backwards old town that's often remembered so many times that my memories are worn."


Its a mid-summer afternoon and my older brother Earl and I have rented bikes from the park and we are biking down a shady dirt path through the countryside along the rivers edge. We are free as birds. It is one of those perfect times in your life, when you are running on all cylinders, enjoying all your senses, feeling alive and joyous and knowing that if it all ended at that very moment you would leave this world having known what it was to be truly happy.


"When I die let my ashes float down the Green River
Let my soul roll on up to the Rochester dam
I'll be halfway to Heaven with Paradise waitin'
Just five miles away from wherever I am." song by John Prine.


Thank you Earl.

BOB'S NOT MY UNCLE

but Dick Tindall was....loved that guy. He was dark, handsome, loved to laugh, told great jokes, smoked Salem cigarettes for years, was in WWII, saw Patton once, met and married my Aunt Dorthea on a short stop through Fort Dix, brought her back down south, had four sons in whom he believed. As a young man he worked hard, drank hard, played hard and loved hard. He had a massive stroke in his early 30's , which left him partially paralyzed on one side and doctor's told him that he would never walk again. He was tougher and more determined than anyone could have imagined. He did walk, he raised a family and he out lived his parents and other four siblings. He passed away just within hours of his oldest son. They had a double funeral. If you've seen his youngest son Radford, who is an Elvis artist on Beale Street in Memphis, well then you've seen my uncle. Radford is the spitting image of his 'Pop and sang two of his favorite songs, My Way and Dixie at his funeral. Uncle Dick saw promise and ability in everyone and he was always proud to know you. Family meant everything to him. If you were kin then you were his heart. He loved to talk of the good times, and enjoyed telling us as kids about our family's history. He shared a memory once that has stuck with me and will become part of a story line. I miss you Uncle and I know wherever you are there's great laughter and much love.

RUNNING ALONG JUST FINE.

Last night Bill and I went to Rhodes College and met up with about 50 other members of the MRTC (Memphis Runners and Track Club)for the Budmile. Its just a nice get together to race between other members, make a few friends, and get a few tips from the others. Bill ran in the first heat coming in at about middle of the pack at 7:37 for a mile run. The last runner in that heat came in at 10:32 and since I knew I was much slower in my mile (14:30)I chose not to run. These guys might be quick on their feet but some of them would have forgotten what they were doing there by the time I finished. So I sat in the bleachers and did what I do best....encourage the bravehearts. Ya'll I clapped and hollered like a mad fan. The last heat was with runners making the mile in less than 5 minutes. Is true, everyone loves a winner so it was like a day at the horse races for these folks and some of them ran like thoroughbreds with nostrils flaring, jockeying for position on the inside track with glistening muscles. When it was all over there was time to talk to a few seasoned atheletes who assured me that before they ran all the umpteen marathons they too were a slow-go. One fellow, who runs the Boston marathon recalled that 10 years ago it was the fact that he couldn't run a half mile that got him seriously running. I guess nothing gives you motivation like humiliation.

I'm really proud of Bill, after all he's in his late 50's and has a walking route as a letter carrier and he still puts forth tremendous effort. He gets frustrated at times, when guys older than himself breeze past him but he uses it to keep himself going.

Did a lot of "self talk" as I sat on the bleachers waiting for the event to begin. Sure I wasn't in the same league as these folks when it came to times. If they had had a slower heat, I would have entered...maybe. But I would be damned if i'd give up. I had worked hard and it took a lot for me to get to where I am now. If I had gone to one of these runs a year ago I can only imagine how insecure I would have felt. I would have surely given in to the notion that an overweight woman in her 50's could only look foolish trying to learn to run. Funny thing today, when I think back about yesterday, it's the faces of the slower runners that I remember. I can't lose sight of the fact that everyone is in a race by themselves and with themselves. I will remember it is none of my business what other people think about my ability...it only matters what I think. If I think I can...then I can. Next year at the same race...no better yet, at the Mug mile, which runs two weeks sooner, this old mare is going to pony up to the red line and strut her stuff and if I'm dead last so what. It's crossing the finish line like everyone else that matters.

YOU DECIDE......

"WHEN SOME-THONG IS WRONG WITH MY BABY"

OR

"TANGLED UP IN BLUE"

What the hell is it?

"What the hell is it?".....remember that great skit from Saturday Night Live?

Steve Martin and Bill Murray started it and it went on for weeks with other guests.....

well that is what I thought of when I came upon my search engine Yahoo page this a.m.

Scientist are puzzled over some white material on some pics of Mars. Is it ice or salt?

I"ll put up the pic ..... you and I will decide what we think it is... okay?

Ooh, Ooh, before we split for cranial outer limits ........let me tell you all how much I enjoyed "blog jumping" this morning. Thank you BBC, for turning me on to so many interesting folks out there......okay now everyone strap on your aluminum hat shields so "They" can't read our thoughts....lol.

WHAT THE HELL IS IT?

1. Chicken feathers.

2. (your turn......

"What on earth is wrong with you?"

Well, there you have it......."Everything" including your eyes because they can't make out the small print below the main title. Let me help you with that, because I can't help but be nauseatingly helpful, sometimes I hate myself for that. It reads....." The modern woman's guide to finding self confidence through self loathing"

"It is a wonderfully relaxing summer read. My confidence soared while lounging kiddie-pool side staring over my enormous gut and wondering why I ever worried about looking like 15 pounds of crap in a 5 pound bag. ".......Mona Downtrodden, (twice screwed over for the position of) assistant to the co-editor of the classified section...Birmingham Bad Times.

DOG GONE IT..........

Just because I thought "we"(and we know who we are) could use a little encouragement here at the beginning of the dog days of summer, I leashed up (minus a few fleas) a post from last year to share. So lace up your favorie pair of "tennies"and lets get moving. It's a sure fire way to get rid of that "stinkin-thinking"

** No puppy was harmed in the making of this blog post**

Tuesday, March 6, 2007

How to do it?.......I'll show you how to walk the dog..

Ever have times when you tell yourself you are going to try to sqeeze in yet another "healthy habit" and so you set about mentally preparing yourself for it.
Example, you wake up at 5:00 a.m. and just for that moment you say to yourself.....hey, i'm alive.....why don't I get up and walk the dog. Then immediately alarms begin to ring in your brain and its like a switchboard of excuses lights up.....and you moan and roll over and say.....maybe tomorrow would be a better time. The switchboard goes dead and your internal receptionist jots down yet another message from an unanswered call for change........well, yesterday morning about 10:00 a.m, while I was deep in my "mental office" wondering why my productivity was down, feeling trapped in the same old s___t just different day....the same said receptionist stormed in my office and proceeded to dump a whole trash can loaded with these calls in my lap......said she's had it with my not complying with company policy and told me to get myself another thought cause she was on to me..........so, today when the alarm went off.......after a stiffled moan.......I stumbled around the bedroom, circled the kitchen twice and peeked out the den door and there sat my dog grinning from ear to ear.....now, how she does that with out caffeine is really something.....but at 5:23 she and I were heading down the driveway and she made the executive decision to go left, which was fine with me. By the time we got to the end of the street, my receptionist called to say....."See I told you it wasn't all that bad, all you had to do was get going." She was right, once again and agreed to take her job back if she was given a raise, a bonus and a weeks vacation in the mountains.
So what does this have to do with you?.......maybe everything.....you decide and if there is a call that you have put off answering because you've been busy with the
same ole tired excuses..........give that nagging voice of change...a chance to change you. I promise it's better than a raise, a bonus or a weeks vacation in the mountains.

NO GAS NECESSARY

"EVERYWHERE IS WALKING DISTANCE IF YOU HAVE THE TIME"

STEVEN WRIGHT

HISTORY IN THE MAKING

It was over dinner at Soul Fish last night that Bill and I witnessed history in the making, what with the CNN news coming across the bar tv in the corner announcing that Barry Obama had beat out Hillary Clinton. We discussed who he would possibly get as a running mate and why.
Across the isle from us, our waitress seated a father and son, approximately 60 and 20 years old respectively. I was surprised and relieved that Bill had also noticed how uncomfortable they seemed being with each other. Surprised because it's usually me who makes a comment on my perceptions of strangers and relieved because he expressed that he obviously wasn't the only "old guy" who can't get more than a one word answer out of a son. I found myself eavesdropping on their conversation as I savoredmy husband and our time together. The new arrivals seemed to relaxed a bit after a few bites of food. I went into information gathering mode. The young man was home from college for the summer and he was having a little difficulty adjusting to as he put it "the Memphis state of mind". Besides the fact that this young man was the spitting image of my nephew Cody, I couldn't help but steal glances as I studied his eyes and face while he was swinging a comment to his dad and waiting to see if he had found a comfortable rhythm for them to double dutch their conversation.

Bill smiled at me and repeated his question about my day, I had been caught giving him the
Huh? expression and so had to step up my own game of staying in the moment of "our lives" and yet trying to steal a glimpse into the private lives of others. Their had been a time when I would have gotten the cold shoulder from my mate, but over the years as I witnessed just moments before, he too had become skilled at people watching. After answering his question, he decided to take advantage of my nosiness and asked, "He's older than Kyle don't you think?" which I immediately interpreted as"Don't sit there woman!, what do you think is going on?"

I turned my head to the wall beside me and pretending to study a painting I dished out my findings. "Oh, he's atleast 20, he's home from school, and he's already mentioned how he must be maturing, because he compared himself with one of his friends"(insert confused look on my husband's face , which reads....Damn! how do you do it?). I smile and thank the waitress who has brought our dinner and as Bill gets up to go wash his hands, I sip my beer pretending to catch the latest analysis of the political situation all the while wanting to poke dear old daddy there and clue him in (Hey man, are you getting this? Junior here is prepping you for something with all this "I must becoming mature dad" jazz.....strap yourself in buddy he's about to lower the boom) Well, a few more comments about how great a couple of his professors thought he was last semester and batta bing....he brushed hair from his eyes, squared an ivy league jaw and let it fly...."Yeah Dad, I was thinking that after this summer here at home, I really don't want to return to Memphis. I'm planning on remaining in Boston for good."

As a parent, I prepared to offer aid to the wounded in the form of hugs and a stiff drink and at the very least was ready to catch daddy dear when he fell backwards from his chair.

Bill's return broke more than just our silence. I waited for the Boston strangler, who suddenly became very animated telling locker room jokes, to get loud enough so as not to be heard before giving the crime details.

"Oh, how did that go over?" Bill sounds very empathetic while wiping barbeque sauce from his moustache. I just sigh and tip my head in their direction.( see for yourself dear)

I suppose the possibility of permanent silence was harder on the old guys heart than the news that his son was not interested in coming back home, so he began to tell a few jokes of his own and recounted a crazy old professor that he had once. ( Ah, that's it buddy, never let em see you sweat, this is just the primary......you've still got lots of time)

Reminded that nothing ever stays the same, we talk about our own kids, and make a date for our next evening out together.

Kids grow up, they leave and its all part of life. Just like politics we might not feel comfortable with all the changes that come but its all history in the making.

ANOTHER 3RD OF JUNE

For 41 years on the 3rd of June I have found myself humming this song. It came out in 1967 the year I turned 12. Biographies now state it was a # 1 hit for a month, but southerners know it remained a hit for a lot longer. We could all relate to the names and towns in the song as well as the lifestyle. That sad song's beat was as familiaras the whirl of an attic fan, the sound of your own screen door, and your mama's Sunday chicken. It pulled us all in a little closer to our roots and to the mysterys of life in the rural south. Leave me a note if you'd like and tell me if you remember this song.

Ode To Billie Joe
( Bobbie Gentry )

It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day

I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay

And at dinner time we stopped and walked back to the house to eat

And Mama hollered out the back door "y'all remember to wipe your feet"

And then she said "I got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Ridge"

"Today Billy Joe MacAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge"

And Papa said to Mama as he passed around the blackeyed peas

"Well, Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"

"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"

And Mama said it was shame about Billy Joe, anyhow

Seems like nothin' ever comes to no good up on Choctaw Ridge

And now Billy Joe MacAllister's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge

And Brother said he recollected when he and Tom and Billie Joe

Put a frog down my back at the Carroll County picture show

And wasn't I talkin' to him after church last Sunday night?"

I'll have another piece of apple pie, you know it don't seem right"

"I saw him at the sawmill yesterday on Choctaw Ridge"

"And now you tell me Billie Joe's jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge"

And Mama said to me "Child, what's happened to your appetite?"

"I've been cookin' all morning and you haven't touched a single bite"

"That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today"

"Said he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way"

"He said he saw a girl that looked a lot like you up on Choctaw Ridge"

"And she and Billy Joe was throwing somethin' off the Tallahatchie Bridge"

A year has come 'n' gone since we heard the news 'bout Billy Joe

And Brother married Becky Thompson, they bought a store in Tupelo

There was a virus going 'round, Papa caught it and he died last Spring

And now Mama doesn't seem to wanna do much of anything

And me, I spend a lot of time pickin' flowers up on Choctaw Ridge

And drop them into the muddy water off the Tallahatchie Bridge

MAKING CONTACT

Today I saw photos of a tribe of folks who supposedly have had no contact with anyone in the outside world. Hard to imagine anyone that could have been missed by telemarketers, junk mail, cable tv, and taxes. I noticed they had spears drawn, which is pretty much my reaction when my peace and quiet is interrupted by unannounced guest. Good lord, how long will it take before the networks set up a reality show in the area? hmmm, lets see....Trading witch doctors?...or perhaps Clean Hut?........can't you just see Neicy Nash in leopard skin talkin to a bone collector?

"Hey baby!, look here....do you really need to keep ALL these ugly shrunken heads? Lets make a deal. You agree to let me put all these out in the jungle sale and I'll guarantee to make this crib so hot you'll have the local chicks shakin it like Shakira. ......S..H..A..K..I..R..A..!!!!, you know the gal with the hips that don't lie"....Neicy demonstrates the moves for him....."Whoa baby...no dude...me no likey.....back off brother !!!!"


You know all this is possible and that society just won't or can't leave these people alone.
We have satellites that could follow every single move they made day or night. Listening devices that could be placed without them even knowing it, and listening to them would be more beneficial to us than imposing upon them. Perhaps that would be ethically or morally wrong to study them, but kinder than bringing in our trash, noise and disease.

Who am I kidding?..... Surely they have noticed a change in their climate, air quality, noise level, and disappearance of flora and fauna. They must know that something out there beyond their understanding or control is responsible for these changes. They just haven't met any of the responsible parties.

Wouldn't it be something if we cleaned planet first and actually improved the quality of their lives without ever coming face to face with them. Wouldn't that be the best case scenario for all perhaps the ultimate contact?

Mad Tigress

With each passing day it becomes harder to find much in this town to get behind, except perhaps bullet proof surfaces.

Let's see, we have a murder or two daily. A clown for a Mayor and plenty of jesters for city council. The only things growing in this town are gangs and weeds and gangs with weed and rival gangs fighting over weed........it's an overgrown situation.

For the past month, we've had an annual diversion tactic in progress known as Memphis State basketball. Yeah Yeah, I know some things change as did the name of University of Memphis, but a large majority of its fan base, wasn't always gray haired either. Blue is the color of the month and you see it everywhere.

In typical Memphis fashion, we always seem to take a perfectly good thing and snuff , the life out of it........I have decades of examples going back atleast forty years, with today marking the anniversary of our national claim of defame. The latest "Start something great in Memphis.........and watch someone F it up" award goes to an "ungrateful little pisser" who was asked to submit a sample for the NCAA.

This makes me see red, so perhaps I am not as color blind as I should be by today's sub standards. It disgusts me so that I could need a coating of the pink stuff to be able to stomach listening to anymore of the philosophical bull shit this loser's coach is putting out to the media regarding this little pee-pee stain on the reputation of our city's last remaining hope.

The whole thing is being ignored by the masses, in their "blue colored"glasses.

Shame or not blue and yellow still make green and lots of green will be made over all of this.

Just like our failed city system, when things go a miss, find ways to p.... pour more money into it. Nothing is more Memphis than that.

A LITTLE PHONE HUGHMAH......

"I am not available right now, but

Thank you for caring enough to call.

I am making some changes in my life.

Please leave a message after the

Beep. If I do not return your call,

You are one of the changes."

Thoughts from the booth in the back

"things are not as they are, they are as we are."

HELP ME.......HELP ME

Well hell.....

Everyone knows to , "Be careful what you wish for". This morning, never really believing it could happen..... I wished to be a " fly on the wall" at some closed door meeting at work.......
I should have been more specific.

Hey if anyone calls looking for me.... I"m stuck in a spider's web on the back wall of the boss's bathroom.

Jinks.

IS IT 5 O'CLOCK YET???????

JINKS......MISSING IN ACTION

Hey,Just now getting around to reading blogs and thank you Auntie J for the encouragement....I'm now ready to stand my ground and yell...."MARK IT ZERO"...drop kick the chaos and call a time out to check in with the blogworld

......here is a quick 10.... a slice of what i've been up to for the past 3 weeks.
1. decluttering my home and office.
2. climbing "Mount Washmore".....21 x 2=42 loads of laundry
3. i've been the one in the kitchen with Dinah..........18 home cooked dinners, 45 packed lunches.
4. pumping iron........15 visits to the Y
5. one visit to Kentucky...........30th wedding anniversary
6. shaved legs every 10.5 days.......(see number 5 and 7)
7. participated in 2 seperate 5K walk runs.......convinced there is something to aerodynamics ...decrease in my finish time of 1 minute and 11 seconds.
8. monkey mattress mayhem.....hmmm? ( well, Cheeta never had it so good)
9. lost 5 pounds.....If you find them don't mail the little fkrs back......
10. sudoko.......105 puzzles solved.
Blog to you later.........hugs all around.....Jinks

INSIDE AND OUT.

Hey, hope you're here to leave a comment from other blog........no?

Oh.....so who are you and what's on your mind?......

Yeah, I guess you came here to see what was up with me, huh...well....here is what's currently
occupying thoughts.

Sit down this could take a few ......smoke em if you got em.

1. getting off work in an hour.
2. wondering how hubby's day went.
3. wishing I had taken off to go with sister to see about her mammogram
4. still reeling from watching a documentary last night on Crank in Tennessee.
5. feeling like I should be doing something to be a part of a real solution that didn't have to be tide up with politics.
6. wondering when everyone else is going to wise up.
7. wondering how long I will linger under the delusion that I'm right and the rest of the world is wrong.......
8. hoping my favorite socks are clean so I can rub my feet together with them on as kick back on the chair with a bottle of beer.
9. what if there's only one beer left?
10. What can I say to distract my hubby so that I get it.
11. why won't the co-worker in the next area shut the fk up
12. I really need to get a new pillow speaker......george noory sounded so distorted last night.
13. what if its my hearing?
14. nah......I can still hear myself fart
15. how long would it take me to get back into a size 10?
16. do I have that long to live?
17. i'd like to be walking on Roan mountain
18. need to get another page or two done over the weekend.
19. why can't I enjoy sleeping past 7:30 on Saturdays anymore?
20. wish Sunday afternoons were 12 hours long
21. if they were, be my luck to have to spend them in a hospital room or some other uncomfortable situation.
22. I have 42 minutes left, how can I look busy?
23. Would anyone here know......would they care?
24. I don't think so......the conversation has gone to the dogs in the other room...literally.
25. I miss my dog........she died in October.......hubby says won't ever get another one.
26. I want to, when we move again......don't want to see another animal in Lucy's yard.
27. What are you thinkin bout?......your evening?......your weekend?.......
28. I need to call Ed, to see if he has done any more work on any of his projects.
29. Surprised Yolanda hasn't called me to inquire why I have changed gym locations.
30. No, we both know why........I can make up all the excuses I want....she won't buy it.
31. I should have had a routine worked up by now to begin a class.....
32. What is the rush.......I only have so many hours.....
33. I keep noticing all the folks on the corner of the building smoking.
34. I wonder if it bothers them they have to "move away from the building" to enjoy a few minutes of peace and quiet.
35. Ever notice how the eyes get "slitty" when folks smoke?
36. No big eyed expressions with a lit cigarette.....
37. I just want to walk up and say......hey, you look interesting....tell me your story kid.
38. Across the street, wrecking crews are tearing down the mental health hospital...looking at it is like witnessing a mental breakdown........it's disturbing.
39. I"m just sitting here waiting for another thought to come around........
40. the computer trainer we've had this week sounds like a robot........she talks quickly......doesn't laugh......and she has to be tired of repeating herself......
41. 41!.....DAMN...I better go........


later Jinks.

SAY HEY BABY

Just suppose "Big E" were still here.......

everything.....elvis

Happy B-day Elvis,

and to anyone else who happens to share the same birthday.

Woke up this morning and almost called in sick in honor of the day. Wanted to stay home and continue my latest read, which is in the "Odd Thomas" series by Dean Koontz. Now the main character, Odd Thomas, has a sidekick of sorts....dead Elvis. He follows him from book to book and mystery to mystery. He entertains Odd by wearing costumes from his various movies, and doing outrageous things in order to get Odd to laugh while he is engaged in deep conversations, usually with suspicious police. Elvis never says or sings a word, just hangs in support of Odd.
Seems according to the author, that Elvis will not pass on into the next life, because of Gladys.
Now anyone and everyone knows he loved his mama, but he is too ashamed of his former drug use and how he died to enter into the great beyond.......suppose even Elvis has/had parent issues.......and he is 73 today. He appears to Odd sometimes just crying.

Upon reading this take on Elvis, I wonder what he has to cry about, besides the shame he feels having gone the drug route.......Oh, Dean, you simply must have one of your other characters, preferably a woman....a mother....explain to Odd or to Elvis that mothers don't hold that sort of stuff against a child........its totally unconditional love when it comes to mother and son.

I suspect Mrs. Koontz has advised Dean of such, but perhaps she thougtht it through.....no use
wasting all that "workable guilt" mothers have placed on son's (and daughters) .

I can't help but wonder if Elvis were still hanging around in ghost fashion, would he be happy with all that has happened since his demise. Now excluding the Lisa Marie/Michael Jackson fiasco.... cause that would have killed him for sure. If he were still living ......what kind of guy would old Elvi be right about now........

I think the answer to that is simple.....you can take the boy outta Memphis, but you can't take
Memphis outta the boy.......

for example, he'd have moved to Hernando or Tunica when Willie made mayor. He'd be doing
16 shows a week from Bluesville or perhaps his own, Heartbreak Hotel Gambling and Casino Hall
He'd be going hunting at the beer camp. He'd be a reserve policeman, he'd be outspoken against illegal aliens and he'd sing about it on his 55th christmas album entitled....."Felis My Ass".........he'd be just like the rest of us old farts at 73........tired, cynical, and wondering who the hell we've left running this show.

The only people who would pay any real attention to him would be the same people who pay attention to him now......his devout fans from all corners of the world......

I'm so thankful that he is gone and hasn't had to endure the slings and arrows of old age.......the dentures, the walking farts, poor eyesight, hair loss, unwanted hair gain, the loss of friends and family.

He lives in memories, and photographs, movies, and even in current mystery novels.
So chins up Elvis, nothing to cry about........have a jelly donut and enjoy your day.