"One Swallow Does Not Make a Summer, So, Go Ahead and Take Another Bite."

Good summer morning to everybody in the whole world! Wow! I have really missed you guys.

This has been a busy summer for me and, I'm sorry to say, it has kept me away from y'all (or you all, in case you don't understand the southern English, which is the only correct way to speak English unless you are from the UK), how the heck are ya?

Hopefully, you have had a great time so far and I wish you all the best for the remainder of the year.

My wife retired from teaching at a public school this past spring. She lasted for 25 years! Everybody, let's give her a hand. I'll give her my left hand, because my right hand is not that dependable any longer. You can offer whichever hand you want to give to her.

Anyway, after two hot and short months she just could not stand being at home all the time, so today she went back to work as a teacher in a private school. I wish her Godspeed in her new endeavors.

I have had family visit me this summer, many of whom I have not seen in 10 years. It was great to see them all. My grandkids have grown much taller that the last time I saw them. I think that I have even shrunk a couple of inches since then too. The younger ones could almost look me in the eye and my granddaughter who is destined to become someone great is now 15 years old and taller than me. Life is truly passing me by and growing taller than I. Soon I'll shrivel up into a little frail old man that nobody can see except for my doctor who will only be able to do so through a magnifying glass.

My wife and I didn't go anywhere this summer, for lack of money, but we would have liked to. Maybe next year.

Today starts my new journey back into the world of writing. It all began here, the blog and will continue with a venture back into novel world. I have time on my hands now so that I can do it.

How about you? Have you done anything out of the ordinary this summer? I know that if you live in Colorado, then there's a good chance you spent the summer trying not to lose your home to wildfire. I hope that you are all safe. I live in Denver and close to downtown so the closest I got to the fires was watching it on TV. Those of you who have suffered during the fire season I want you to know that you are in my prayers.

Now I sit at home with just my computer and two dogs. Together, we will attempt to discover new worlds and meet new people through the journeys of my mind.

Please stay tuned. There is more to come.

P.S.  The title of this blog is a direct quote of Aristotle and Joel Wilson.  We both said it simultaneously when we were having fun at the skateboard park.  We both shouted it out as we passed each other on the half-pipe.  What a day that was!

Getting the Funk Outa My Brain

I had planned on today being a day of productive writing, but I am having one of my dizzy dazey MS days it would appear.  One of the things I had planned to do today is write this blog.  However, my brain doesn't want me to think today.  Still, I am writing.  I am hoping this effort will bring me out of this funk and I will be able to make some serious contributions to my upcoming novel.  I don't have a title for it just yet or I would tell you.


This is my biggest malefactor in my being able to write; fighting through the MS.  Some days I might as well be a jellyfish.  I am not sure what that means but I was hoping that my brain would find a better way of saying that I am having a bad day creatively.  I guess, after writing that analogy, this is one of those days.  Still I push myself to write.   


Hey! Have you heard about the noun, the verb and the adjective that walked into a bar? I haven't either, and can't concentrate enough on it to make it a real joke.  If any of you would like to take that much and run with it, though, be my guest.  Share it with the rest of us.  We could always use a good laff.


So, school will be starting up before we know it.  I know it because I am married to the world's greatest teacher.  This is her final year to teach.  Then she retires and will have to learn to live a life without so much stress.  I am proud of her and very happy for her as well.  So, in honor of that, I want to share this poem with y'all. 


I found it on laughalotpoetry.com.  It appears to have been written by Darren Sardelli.  I hope you like it, too.


My Dog Ate My Essay


My doggy ate my essay,
he picked up all my mail.
He cleaned my dirty closet
and dusted with his tail.
He straightened out my posters
and swept my wooden floor.
My parents almost fainted when
he fixed my bedroom door.
I did not try to stop him.
He made my windows shine.
My room looked like a palace.
My jackets smelled like pine.
He fluffed up every pillow.
He folded all my clothes.
He even cleaned my fish tank with
a toothbrush and a hose.
I thought it was amazing
to see him use a broom.
I’m glad he ate my essay
on “How to Clean My Room”.


Copyright © 2005 Darren Sardelli
All Rights Reserved

This Really Chaps My Hide....

Well, I was going to sit down and write this new blog post.  I had an idea in mind to follow a certain subject and then when I got here I found that Blogger has changed the design of their site.  I believe I can find my way through this but this really messes me up.

I'm not the type that can just always adapt.  Sometimes it takes me a while to get the hang of things and that slows an already slow me down even more.  Why did they have to do this?  Can't they just leave well enough alone?  Why must some people "fix" what isn't broken in the first place?  Just when you think you've got a handle on something and are doing well, someone somewhere has to change it.  Stop it!  Stop it!

Well, believe it or not, this actually plays into my hands today.  The subject for today's post is "pet peeves" and this certainly qualifies as one of mine.  Granted it's not my only one; I believe that everyone has several.   I have another one that I can share with you, but first you have to be able to imagine where I live.  I live on an older residential street.  All the houses here are old and most of them have been through some remodeling over time to keep the house in good order.  Most people that live here park their vehicles on the street in front of their house.  I am no different.  

In the same block and half-way down on the other side of the street is a small wine store.  It's a pretty nice place where you run into your neighbors and strike up conversations with the locals or even the stores owner.  Friendly atmosphere.  Good clientele.

Now here is what bothers me.  On their way home from work, people will stop in to get some wine or beer from this establishment.  I think that's great and I am happy to see the owner so well received by the neighborhood.  I am usually sitting outside on my front porch during this time and I see it all.  People that stop for the wine and beer, always park in front of my house and then walk the half-block to the store.  There is space in front of the store itself but no one will park there.  Why?  Are they afraid that if they park in front of the store that someone will see them?  What difference does it make?  We all know why they are here anyway.  Do they really think that as long as they don't park in front of the store that it somehow makes them a better person?  What's up with that?

Believe me, I don't mind their going in the store.  I patronize the place too.  Like I said, I'm glad the owner is doing well.  But why don't these people just park in front of the store?  To me, it reeks of stupidity.  

So there you go.  I've showed you mine. Now, how about you show me yours.  Go ahead!  Get it off your chest.  Write about it in your comments.  What are your pet peeves?  I look forward to reading yours and if they are good peeves I may post some of your responses in a later blog.  Thanks for playing and have a great day!  :)

The Daily Joke - 17th April

The Daily Joke - Teacher Teacher

Did you hear about the teacher who was helping one of her kindergarten students put on his boots?


He asked for help and she could see why. With her pulling and him pushing, the boots still didn't want to go on.


When the second boot was on, she had worked up a sweat.


She almost whimpered when the little boy said, "Teacher, they're on the wrong feet."


She looked and sure enough, they were.


It wasn't any easier pulling the boots off than it was putting them on.


She managed to keep her cool as together they worked to get the boots back on - this time on the right feet.


He then announced, "These aren't my boots."


She bit her tongue rather than get right in his face and scream, "Why didn't you say so?" like she wanted to.


Once again she struggled to help him pull the ill-fitting boots off.


He then said, "They're my brother's boots. My Mom made me wear them."


She didn't know if she should laugh or cry.


She mustered up the grace and courage she had left to wrestle the boots on his feet again.


She said, "Now, where are your mittens?"


He said, "I stuffed them in the toes of my boots..."


Her trial starts next month.