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Part of running Our salon involves analyzing how we get traffic and readers from the outside world. How do people find us? SEO (search…Continue
*Note: The Wally Files are stories from the old blog of my alter-ego, Wally M. Geezer. Wally writes about Wal-Mart, his home life, and his old friends in Buzzard Neck, Texas and always with humor. I hope you enjoy this series of stories and most of all, I hope you get to laugh at least once as you read them.
I thought that tonight would be a good time to take a break from my normal subject matter...Walmart....and maybe tell you a little bit about…Continue
Okay, so it's a totally other American Steve living in San Miguel de Allende. There may be hundreds of them. Dozens anyway.
Didn't get around to asking about a photo of him the night we were all sitting around drinking. He doesn't look like our Steve, who has a very distinctive appearance. This other Steve is about 60, stocky. Reminds me of the ayahuasca guy in that he looks so ordinary. Esp. sitting around drinking beer and talking sports.
But he used to be a…Continue
This past Friday, I was at a social event talking to a young man who shared with me a complaint I have heard many times. Though he had a healthy looking goatee, he was lamenting the fact that trying to grow anything more, even sideburns, would only result in a patchy mess.
How is it we can live in a world where I can grow a majestic beard in mere weeks and yet so many others can only bask in the brilliance of beards such as mine, I thought, giving a tug on my precious facial…
Alan Sorty: By definition the position of vice principal at any high school is a…Continue
Added by JMac1949 Memories on August 15, 2012 at 10:30am — No Comments
Look at you look at me
What difference do you see?
Maybe you can't place the taste
do you see all that I…
Added by Stephen speller on August 15, 2012 at 9:17am — No Comments
"Oh, God, please don't let me die like this. Please don't let me die. I'm not saying I deserve to live, but please don't let me die like this..."…
When I go back and read my very first blog, I realize I glossed over some painful events that I should lend voice to. For one, the molestation. My mother's illness. Being the only girl of three dynamic and amazing brothers, etc, etc.
I will start with my mom's illness. My mother is one of the sweetest, healthiest, most kind-hearted women you could ever hope to meet. I've heard her fart maybe three times and each time, little pink flowers came out of her butt. No lie. She is the oldest…Continue
If your world were to end today would you be happy
would you have enjoyed your stay
It's such a waste to regret past mistakes
tearing up your heart
they helped shape who ya are today
so quit your stumbling on
things you cannot change
kepp focused straight ahead
I bet the best will come your way
Stop holding yourself back!
there are others just for that
they dont see the things you see
jealousy just cant have that
Smile in your face…
Added by Stephen speller on August 14, 2012 at 1:30pm — No Comments
(Cross Posted from Open Salon)
I live in Springfield, Missouri, a town most known for being the childhood home to Brad Pitt and the epicenter of Bass Pro, a major merchandiser of hunting and fishing goods. We have a population of 160,000 in city limits, but boast a metro area (if you can call it that) of around a half million. We are the third largest city in Missouri, behind my favorite place in this world St. Louis and its rival Kansas City. Both places are safe-havens of those…Continue
A ground shaking
until the wee hours of the morning
In my front yard
over the Pond...for a week.
LUNACY! Yes a folly of indulgence…Continue
How about writing something cheery for a change. Chipper and happy might be nice. I actually feel pretty loopdeloo in this moment. Caffeinated, not at work, not worrying about work- life is good. I really want to buy these makeup brushes that are over 50 dollars. Who spends that on a brush? OK, Kim probably does, but I'm not selling my face anytime soon, and...well, that's just stupid. Economics is greed vs fear huh? Mine seems to be sense vs want. Want is not going to win this time. You…Continue
My introduction to how mysterious and seemingly magical the human mind is came from a reading of POWERS OF MIND, at one time a national bestseller written by Adam Smith (a pseudonym for George Goodman,…Continue
I’m not sure why, but whenever I’ve missed my grandma I always picture her hands. I’ve always thought there was something poetic about them. How those knobby, speckled, arthritic things could move with such grace. The soft, paper-thin skin stretched over bone that could deliver such comfort. They seemed to be the medium from which she poured so much inspiration, teachings, and love into me. She passed on so much through those hands; I know I won’t get by long without being…Continue
OK, I realize this post won't have wide appeal but I had one of the most exhilarating nights I've had in a long time. Walking out of the auditorium I just wanted to go running and screaming - and beat on a drum! Actually, I guess I should back up and start from the beginning. But as we say in Texas, all I could afterwards was "Daaaayum!"
So many thoughts run though my mind, some in sentence fragments and others that defy words. What do we do with those thoughts we can't organize into words? There is a randomness that defies.
My mom passed less than a month ago, I thought I had time. Time to figure it out, time to take care of her, time to burn, time to spare. But still death ripped her from me. I couldn't protect her when complications from a bump on the head would take her life.
My cousin's wife Marjory, who…Continue
The husband had been sick for awhile, his stomach growing daily to an almost pregnant looking state. When he ran out of sleeping pills and needed to face facts he even saw that he was in deep trouble.
When he tried to shower to go to the Dr he could not even get back up after falling down, he literally crawled from my bathroom, to my bedroom, laying on my floor on towels until I could finally help him get dressed and into his wheelchair.
Now after 17 years…Continue