Why?

I don't even know why I do this blog anymore. I get on here and never see any thing of worth. Ever.  I feel like I'm wasting my time, like a piece of me dies with every line.

Jealousy

The Dash

 I read of a man who stood to speak
at the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone,
from the beginning…to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth
and spoke of the following date with tears,
but he said what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time
that she spent alive on earth.
And now only those who loved her
know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own,
the cars…the house…the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash.

So, think about this long and hard.
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
that can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough
to consider what’s true and real
and always try to understand
the way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger
and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives
like we’ve never loved before. 

If we treat each other with respect
and more often wear a smile,
remembering that this special dash
might only last a little while.

So, when your eulogy is being read,
with your life’s actions to rehash…
would you be proud of the things they say
about how you spent YOUR dash?

I'm Tired

Last night out of the blue
Driftin' off to the evenin' news
She said "Honey, what would you do
"If you'd have never met me"

I just laughed, said "I don't know,
"But I could take a couple guesses though"
And then tried to dig real deep,
Said, "Darlin', honestly

"I'd do a lot more offshore fishin'
"Probably eat more drive-thru chicken
"Take a few strokes off my golf game
"If I'd a never known your name
"I'd still be drivin' that old green 'Nova
"I probably never would have heard of yoga
"Be a better football fan
"But if I was a single man
"Alone and out there on the loose
"I'd be lookin' for a woman like you"
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/l/lee_brice/a_woman_like_you.html ]
Well, I could tell that got her attention
So I said, "Oh yeah, I forgot to mention
"I wouldn't trade a single day
"For a hundred years the other way"
She just smiled and rolled her eyes
'Cause she's heard all of my lines
I said, "C'mon on girl, seriously
"If I hadn't been so lucky

"I'd be shootin' pool in my bachelor pad
"Playin' bass in my cover band
"Restockin' up cold Bud Light
"For poker every Tuesday night, yeah
"I'd have a dirtbike in the she'd
"And not one throw pillow on the bed
"I'd keep cash in a coffee can
"But if I was a single man
"Alone and out there on the loose
"I'd be looking for a woman like you"

She knows what a mess I'd be if I didn't have her here
But to be sure, I whispered in her ear

"You know I get sick deep-sea fishin'
"And you make the best fried chicken
"I got a hopeless golf game
"I love the sound of your name
"I might miss that old green 'Nova
"But I love watchin' you do yoga
"I'd take a gold band on my hand
"Over bein' a single man
"'Cause honestly, I don't know what I'd do
"If I'd never met a woman like you"

Conversation with a Freezer.

I want to live my life like a freezer.

I walked up to one the other day and admired the cool, white, General Electric body.

I asked him simply "What's up?"

"Oh, you know" he replied, "Just Chillin"

Privleged Insight

To Ms. Gardner,
Thanks for showing me life can get worse. I want to drop your class more than anything.  Mother Theresa did not give you a baby.
To Blake Harmon,
Go to Hell
To the kid across the room in A1,
Math is not the place to cut your fingernails
To the kid in Creative Writing,
I dare you to be quiet for 30 seconds
To the front row seminary girl,
Is it impossible to be quiet for 30 seconds? Maybe you and Creative writing kid should hook up
To the girl I wish I talked to sooner,
I think you're gorgeous and I wish I could confess/proclaim my feelings for you, #afraid
To my first kiss,
Why did I kiss you? #Mistake
To my neighbors,
What the F do you feed your crazy children
To the kids who wanted to fight at a stake dance,
6 on 1 makes you tough huh? You're a dumb-ass!
To her,
Thanks for the wild ride. I love you
To my little brother,
Stop eating my Panda

School Blows

 

 

 

2nd post, 2nd best

I can never think of anything to write for my second post.  I feel like a bad writer because everyone always has these deep thoughts for their 2nd posts.  Most of the time I just end up posting song lyrics and feel stupid because of it.  Maybe one of these days I will think of something great to write and get quoted!! Oh who am i kidding.  Looks like I'm just gonna post this and hop over to Facebook.  If Paris is where creative people go to thrive, is Facebook where creative people go to die? Guess I will find out.