"I like you, Pyle. Hell, I'd take you home and let you..."

So here I go. 2011 has been one Hell of a year, so far. I've only managed four blog entries. But dodging bullets takes a lot of time, twisting & turning. Class, let's review.

The beginning of the year crisis and ensuing catastrophe that followed. Jesus H. Christ, what a cluster fuck of the highest order!  (AND by the way, Blogger... this new format-layout-editing system sucks bad. Everything takes more time and it leaves you hanging and wondering if you did the right thing. It took me ten minutes to get the left side graphic posted. "What do you want from life?"

So here we are. It's September and I haven't really gotten to throw anything out there for pondering. How about this?

St. Tammany Parish or the State of LA re-combubulated Hwy 21. Widened and new lights and turning lanes. Hold on! There's a pet peeve just waiting to be chastised. Turning lanes. Regular one-lane turners work beautifully. But the engineers got it stuck in their tiny little brains that TWO lanes would work better. Now this would be a valid point and work quite well, IF people drove their vehicles like intelligent drivers with the mind of upper level monkeys and not imbecilic assholes. You see there are three types of drivers on the road.

The normal temperate courteous driver that lets people in and doesn't blow their horn, etc. is the first kind of driver. God made every driver resemble this. Satan switched them around at birth, turning them into one of our second and third classes of drivers. Then, there's imbecile number one (IN1). IN1 has to drive five times faster than the speed limit everywhere. This causes brain damage while sitting at the dual lane stop light. Consequently, the light turns green and it's five drivers drag racing to get in front of the other five drivers sitting there.

Then IN2. IN2 feels that he OWNS his particular lane. So instead of doing as the law provides for, and the signs instruct, this shithead refuses to let anyone merge into "his" lane in front of him. This action, in turn, causes the other lane to back up with cars who are waiting to merge, therefore defeating the purpose of having two frikking lanes.

WHY doesn't the State Police sit on the on ramp, or any other dual turning lane, and shag the crap out of these ass-pickers? They're dangerous, they're discourteous and they downright piss you off. Does the term FAILURE TO YIELD come to mind? Troopers can sit on the neutral ground and grab drivers for expired brake tags, (inspection stickers for the NON-Louisianan), while these idiots make tempers flare and cause accidents. Come on! Can we get some kind of recognition here?

The Power of Love

"The power of love is a curious thing

Make a one man weep, make another man sing

Change a hawk to a little white dove

More than a feeling that's the power of love...

Tougher than diamonds, rich like cream

Stronger and harder than a bad girl's dream

Make a bad one good make a wrong one right

Power of love that keeps you home at night..." (1)

 

Once upon a time, there was a young man who had gone through some marriages that both ended badly. One brought forth two fine young sons. The other brought forth pain, nausea & a general desire to drown two step kids. But cooler heads gave way to signatures on the divorce papers and the man found himself, once again, adrift in the sea of humanity commonly referred to as "the dating pool".

He frequented a local pancake house for breakfast almost every morning, meeting several friends to share coffee and talk. He was friendly with the all-female wait staff and came to know them all by name. He ended up asking one of the girls out on a date. Going to a steak house on their inaugural outing, he found her interesting and she liked him as well. He dropped her off after the date, at her friend's house where she was staying. She invited him in for coffee. He accepted and they spent a bit of time getting to know each other even more that night. He was completely taken by her striking blue eyes.

They became closer as he was at breakfast every morning. And almost every evening, they were together for dinner or watching television. They seemed to hit it off quite well and he was actually thinking that she might be the one for a long relationship. I mean, she liked his televison and she didn't really drink much. She said that she liked to read books. They could ride in the car, or sit in a room without feeling the need to fill the quiet with immature prattle.

He took her home to meet his family. All was well, with the exception of Thanksgiving. His brother pulled out several bottles of vintage wine. She had more than her fill and ended up a little more than tipsy. She was a little embarrassed when she got home, after becoming ill on the drive home. This event did endear the man to this girl. He had fallen in love with her. A few days later, as they were driving together, they spoke of falling in love and if it was possible for them. At almost the same time, they both expressed their love for each other and began a romance that the man thought would last forever.

Over the course of the next ten years, they combined their households and endured hardships and heartbreaks. Family members and beloved pets lost seemingly before their time. The girl left her waiting job and found a job at a retail discount store. With what the man made, things went well. Money was not a problem and they lived in comfort. Until the song came to an end...


"Life's ambition occupies my time
Priorities confuse the mind

Happiness one step behind

This inner peace I've yet to find

Rivers flow into the sea
Yet even the sea is not so full of me
If I'm not blind why can't I see
That a circle can't fit
Where a square should be

There's a hole in my heart
That can only be filled by you
And this hole in my heart
Can't be filled with the things I do" (2)

And to it's end, I offer these words...

"touched, you say that i am too
so much, of what you say is true
i'll never find someone quite like you again
i'll never find someone quite like you, like you
the razors and the dying roses
plead i don't leave you alone
the demi-gods and hungry ghosts
oh god, god knows i'm not at home
i'll never find someone quite like you again
i'll never find someone quite like you again
i, i looked into your eyes and saw
a world that does not exist
i looked into your eyes and saw
a world i wish i was in
i'll never find someone quite as touched as you
i'll never love someone the way
that I loved you" (3)

(1) Huey Lewis & the News - Power of Love
(2) Extreme - Pornografitti - Hole Hearted
(3) VAST - Touched

Going Senile Isn't All That Bad...

Another year has gone by without Pierce. I was in such a trance about it, Johnny had to call me and tell me that it was THREE years since he left us. I still have trouble grasping the whole thing. I expect him to walk in the door any second now. Johnny keeps me grounded on a daily basis. Even though he has enough to do with work and moving. He is still there. For that I am truly grateful.

News! Facebook banned my crosspost there of yesterday's entry saying that it was abusive and spammy! Do you guys at Social Networking ever pull your heads out of your rears?

And while we're on the subject of a failed marriage in which one or more of the parties involved have held a grudge for the past 16 years. The person I'm referring to knows who they are. Juvenille attenpts to hurt my feelings deep to the center of my heart were successful. Well, get this. I don't care anymore. Your pitiful and vengeful acts have hurt me enough.

Time Waits For No One..

Tomorrow marks three years that Pierce has been gone. I still can't grasp it fully. I still feel the mixed pain of that terrible Sunday morning. My father calling and telling me that a strange woman, who said that she was some Holly Wood's mother, had called at 7:00 AM raving about how my son John had collapsed and died of a drug overdose at the Marriott in Baton Rouge. She knew this because her daughter had held his head in the bathroom for several hours. We tried desparately to reach Johnny AND his brother, to see if this horrible woman's story was true. It just couldn't be, could it? At last, Johnny called. Obviously, he was alright. This made another possiblity come to mind. Could it have been Pierce? How could we find out? How could this be true? But it was. And the rest is despair and pain. Tomorrow marks the day that extinguished a bright light...

Ho-Ho! The EYES Have It! Can You See?

Yesterday morning, on the way to ANOTHER doctor's appointment, I was driving down LA Hwy 22. I watched the fog rise over the Tangipahoa River and the tributaries that run with it just east of Ponchatoula. This wouldn't normally bring any excitement to the day, but something was amiss. Or, not! I was able to see clearly without closing an eye, wearing a patch, chanting voodoo spells or killing a chicken and spreading it's blood. I could see! So, I was cautious not to say anything to anyone, except my friends in my head. And I went through the day and night waiting for God's trick to be over. Surely he'd be cashing in on the bet he and his golf buddies made at my expense. But lo and behold, the morning brought no difference. I can see again. Sorry about the golf joke, God. And thank you...

Note: In July of 2012, the myasthenia gravis returned with a vengeance. Tried wearing a black contact lens to block of one eye and see. The black started to wear off after a month or so. I quit wearing it and learned which eye to use and which to ignore. 

Roses Really Smell Like Poo-oooo-ooo...

"I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank - But lean a little bit closer - See that roses really smell like poo-oo-ooo Yeah, roses really smell like poo-oo-ooo"

So another day goes by and the pain keeps flowing. For some reason, my malfunctions and dysfunctional manner of living and breathing has done something fucked up to the person that I love. The big question is just that. The BIG question. The big question is, "Is someone prepared to spend the rest of  their life with someone who is A-fib, OCD, bipolar, neurotic, myesthenia gravis and pretty much all fucked up? Someone who grew up with the concept of respect for his elders and courtesy for everyone..." I wonder if she can continue on the same path? The bigger question is, "Can I?"

Life isn't easy. If it were, than no one would give a damn about it. Sleep on it...

And we strike another blow for Pierce against the shit heels with this story on Channel 8.

Thanks to Natasha Robin...