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Wednesday, May 2, 2012

lot a spring morning


Have you ever seen something that cost a nickel?
It was in a barrel crisp and green it has been seen.
Long ago it stood there, causing joy from its lair.
A spring day I will pay a nickel for the pickle.

Feather or a hair flowing on the air
Nose, nap of the neck what to pick?
Foot or calf might do the trick
What a pickle, what to tickle

Laugh and giggle just a little wiggle
Spice with dill what a thrill
Under the chin a sunny grin
Under the nose will your toes crinkle?

In the middle under a rib
Do you need a bib?
A fox tail will do
It just might get you

Crinkled, giggle and wiggle
Pickle and tickle all for just a nickel
Sand and sea between your toes
A feather tackled your nose

A flower peddle that of a rose
Wrinkled your nose to meet your eyes
Bless you is my surprised reply
Tickling fun a spring morning giggle


Thank you and god bless

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

lot of bully


There is an old question; I have not been able to get a handle on. Why would one individual pick on or beat up another? If you look in the bible and other historical text you will find stories of these battles. Form Kane and Able to Christ and a bully.  So the problem is not a new one, we see it in the animal kingdom as well.   In my years dealing with cows I never saw a bull bully any of the other cows, yes I have seen a bull fight to retain his status as the head bull, but not bully or badger the others.  The question is “Why”?

When I was about 6, 7, or maybe 8 well some sixty years ago give or take a year or two, I was picked on or bullied by a neighborhood kid the same age or there about.  As I would go to school he would beat me up and sometimes on my way home. I would run home crying. My dad took me over to the kid house and he and the boy’s dad talk.  The beatings stopped for a week or so then he started doing it again. My dad told me I would have to fight him and stand up for myself. My mom told if I could not beat him, go after him with a stick or she would take a stick to me.  Well the next day I saw him coming for me. I saw a baseball bat lying on the lawn of a friend. I pick it up and chased the boy almost to his home. For about a week I carried a bat or a big stick and would run after him every time I saw him. His bulling came to a stop, He never brother me again. The thing that scares me is, at the time I would have killed or at least did some real bodily harm to him if I had caught him.

Sometime years later a friend of mine, his name was Dennis, he and I would hold mock fight, and when we got an audience we would stop and laugh at the on looker. Over the years I have run into bullies and found ways to disarm them with verbal assaults somewhat less painful then a black eye or broken bones.  
  
You may ask why I am writing about this. Well it is this way. My grandson, who is five years old, was beaten up by three boys, four to five years older than him, last week.  Any one of them could have whipped the tar out of him without any help, why then did it take three.  What threat does a five year old pose to a ten year old? The police were call and the boys were not charged. It seems that a law was passed that children under 12 could not be charged with assault and battery. The old axiom “boys will be boys” is behind this.  It can also be said that girls will be boys also.  

Years ago the spinach powered superhero “Popeye the sailor” was band from TV and theaters because it was said to promote violence and bullying.  Here is a Popeye cartoon; I think you will find the he won the battles with the bully Bluto. Note: in today’s rating system this is rated R for valance and adult content.

Now I have teased and made fun of people in jest, just for the fun of it, but never with malicious. I don’t see this as bulling but I could be wrong. There is a fine line between bulling and play. I don’t understand the motivation of a bully, the why of it. I would like to hear your thoughts on this subject. Here is one of mine; could it be that a bully is just acting out what he or she think is adult behavior. The adults order them to go to school, to go to bed, to do this or that and they feel powerless to live their life the way they want. So when they find someone they can force to do their will, they bully.

Thank you for your comments and stopping by God bless

Friday, April 27, 2012

moment remembered



This Moment

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“This Moment” is a ritual found on Life inspired by the Wee Man adopted fromSouleMama which was introduced to me by Sarah-Jane. If you find yourself touched by a Moment and would like to participate, post your picture on a Friday and leave your link in the comments section.

Thank you for sharing this moment God Bless

Thursday, April 26, 2012

lot of tomatoes


Life happens, we have made a recovery from the wind damage to our home, it’s like new, but our daily live are still having trouble getting back to normal.  The old lawn mower, well it died, and the wife needs my help to get around with her broken ankle. There is a lot of house and yard work to be done, which leaves little time to write. Just when I thought I could get back to writing my laptop took a header off the table, so I have it to fix, I think that the hard drive is done. The computer room i.e. my office still looks like ground zero with all the boxes of paper and things that need to find a place. Last Friday I was all set to work on the blog here, but the internet went down, they are running fiber optic cable in our neighborhood, just got it back last night. Some year ago I rode a wild pony name Whirl Wind, made the whole eight second, out there in the Wells Nevada rodeo.  I even got a buckle for my efforts. You know this seems like more than an eight second ride.

Here is an old story I heard some time back, well quite a while back, I don’t know the truth of it but it a fun story.

There was this fellar who was hiking across country. It was about noon and he was a might hungry. Just the other side of the fence was a tomato patch. He looked around and could not see anyone. So he helped himself to some bright red tomatoes. He was enjoying himself when the owner of the patch showed up. It was the widow Johnson. She was fit to be tied with the fellar eating her tomatoes he had ate all the ripe ones.  She let into him saying “You’re going to have to pay for this, or I will call the sheriff”.   He said “Ma I am sorry but I don’t have any money, Can I do some work to pay for them?” She said “ok you give me a half a day of work and I will forget the whole thing.”  She set him to chopping wood and pulling weed from her yard and garden. It was late and supper time. She feed him a fair supper and told him he could sleep under the clothes line.

Well he settled in to get some sleep as it was a hard day. Just as he was falling to sleep the wind started to blow the clothes on the line.  He rolled over to get out of the way of the wet slapping garments hanging on the line. But the wind found a way to slap him again.  In a fit of rage he pulled them off the line and gave them a toss.  The next morning the widow Johnson being an early riser went out to check on her new boarder expecting him to be long gone. When she saw her clean laundry thrown all over the yard, she took after the fellar with a broom.  You are going to pay for this or I will call the sheriff.  Again he pleaded for his life and said I will work off the debt.

She set him to doing all sort of work, cleaning the barn and bringing in the hay, washing the clothes he had soiled, then hanging them out to dry. She set him up a place to sleep on the porch swing, feed him a good supper, then said “you be gone in the morning.”

Well he was very tired after all the chores she had him do. He washed up a bit and shaved. Then he settled in to sleep on the porch swing. Just as he was falling to sleep this cat started to rub him all over his face, again in a fit of rage he grabbed the cat and gave it a clean shave as clean as a billiard ball. Well when old widow Johnson saw the pile of fur on the porch and her cat shaved with cuts and nicks here and there, she grabbed the shotgun.  He again found himself pleading for his life. She fired a shot off in the air then said “you are going to pay for this or I will call the sheriff.  He said I will do anything to make up for this.  She said alright you paint the barn and clean up this mess you can sleep in the barn when you are done, but you be gone in the morning.

He painted the barn inside and out, it was getting late and he was worn out from climbing all over the barn and painting.  He set the pail of paint down and started to make a bed in the straw, when the mule kicked the pail covering him and his bed in paint. So without thinking he proceeded to paint the mule.

The next morning the widow Johnson saw the mess and called the sheriff.  When the sheriff showed up she told him to arrest the fellar. The sheriff asks “what do I charge him with?” She said stealing tomatoes. The fellar replied I pay her back for the tomatoes by chopping wood.  The sheriff said that was not a reason to arrest him. Then the widow Johnson said, “Well he ripped of her pants then he shaved her pussy an then he painted her ass red.”  The fellar said please take me to jail. LOL!

I hope you liked this old story. It is my hope to get back to writing on a more regular basis. For now, I have to get back to the things that life demands.  

Thank you for stopping by and god bless.

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