Just one more time before the freedom of summer comes to a grinding halt and off we go,
back to school and routine.
Oh to be a kid again.
Many years ago my daughter wrote a story called "The End of Summer is Ungood."
I think of that title every year around this time. The end of summer is sad and filled with goodbyes. The campers at sleep away camp know this. The parents sending their almost grown back to college know it too. "Parting is such sweet sorrow,"must have been penned in late August.
I hear the cicadas and crickets sing their sad lament through my open window each night. Their song gets fainter and…Continue
As a writer, I am always looking for prompt. They challenge me, demand things inside of me to come out...and dare me to write beyond the prompt.
Today I woke up, jet-lagged and ready to re-writes on my book. I made coffee and headed to the computer.
The jet lag is a result of a two week visit "home" to the States - nine time zones there; nine time zones back. I specifically went to visit my daughter and her daughters- my littlest angel just turned one. I would have to…Continue
I got the news in the form of a text this afternoon: "Aside from 2 'B's the semester that H. moved in with us and K. spent a month in the hospital, I managed all 'A's in 3 years and just got my B.S. with a GPA of 3.91."
This was from my older daughter, the "wunderkinder" who never really got it together until fate dealt her a life changing gift. Rowan is 42 you see and the impressiveness of this feat requires a little background.
Rowan was born the year before I went to Viet…Continue
Senior Day Assembly: The last official day of school was a complete…Continue
Added by JMac1949 Memories on August 17, 2012 at 10:30am — No Comments
Those of you who have the stomach to read more than two or three of these little tales of mine must think that being a People-Greeter is the worse job in all of Wal-Mart.
You would be wrong.
There is one job which is light-years ahead of mine in the category of Suckage and that would be the poor downtrodden, Customer Service Associate.
That's right, the walking targets who stand behind the flimsy counter in Customer Service and handle Returns and Exchanges. I can not…Continue
Added by David McClain on August 17, 2012 at 9:45am — No Comments
If Your Really want To see The Weird Side Of The Internet, Read This:
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