KNEEALIZING!

“KNEEALIZING!” What? So, I dug these Jean heels from way back out of my closet to sing in last night because I knew they would so go with some jean fingerless gloves with ruffles that someone sent me along with several others. And, when I say way back, I don’t mean way back in the closet. I mean way way way back in time. When I worked at the Space Center and lived alone and, well, you get it. Still fit! Anyways, I realized why I hadn’t worn the jean heels in a while. They brought me to my knees. They still look good but man do they hurt. Because I wasn’t used to wearing them, they were uncomfortable. I also realized something else as I thought back over a few memories from over the years that have come back since my seizure. I realized that God has brought me through much since these shoes. Given me comfort in the uncomfortable. Given me blue skies in the blues. Even some of the memories were uncomfortable. And, realizing that? Brought me to my knees. I call it kneealizing. When you realize something and it brings you to your knees. Can be uncomfortable if you haven’t done it in a while, but sometimes, you must get a li’l uncomfortable to get comfort and able to go on. Some of my other comforts? I love the color blue, love singing the Blues and I love blue jean anything. What’s your comfort? Signed, Singing The Blues, Wearing The Blues & Writing To Amuse

WALKING DEAD! OR ALIVE!

'WALKING DEAD! OR ALIVE!" What? So, I watched so many Walking Dead this week while sick with my tooth and other stuff, that when I woke up in the middle of the night last with a fever and the AC wasn’t working? I felt like a zombie myself and half expected to see one lurking in the next room. Or, in the mirror. I did manage to go back to sleep with a splitting headache (better than a split head) so I’m not walking dead today. Just look it. PIMP LOL. What? That’s how they killed them! Split their head! Oh! And, we reset the high pressure switch on the AC and hit the breaker and it seems to be cooling the hot house now. We get a lot of brown outs here in PSJ. I think it’s the zombies at FPL who do all the pricing. DUH LOL. Anyways, i forgot to mention the 1st thing I did. Pray. That's how I walk around alive! Have a fun weekend. SIGNED, The Zombie In The Mombie

Picking Tasteful Words!

“Picking Tasteful Words!” What? So, I am so daring I layer 3 diff lip stains just to get the color I want. Yes, my lips are stained. But, not with colorful words. PIMP LOL. Well, yes, with colorful words. Just not the abjective or the objective ones aimed at bringing down to the gutter. Rather, the adjective ones that require using the heart. Subjective to thought! A long time ago, I had a nastay mouth. Cursing was 2nd nature. Now? Don’t know what all the fuss is over cuss. Curse just makes things worse. Not my nature. Not stained anymore. Just my lips. Oh! And, maybe my hair. PIMP LOL. Yep. I dare to be tasteful. With my mouth, too. DUH LOL. Have a fun day. Pick your words wisely. Tastefully. 'tis good to be picky about your lip stains and your words. If I'm gonna stain my lips, it's gonna be with pretty colors of lip stain and tasteful words. Anyways, got up very late and sick but must have needed the rest. Must get a few things accomplished. Now, to see what's wrong with the AC or is it fever? In either case? I will try to remain tasteful! TNT LOL. Signed, My Flip On Lip

Paint 'til Ya Faint!

"Paint 'til Ya Faint!" So, I had high hopes of paintin’ the town today and raising the flag of fun. Had to settle for painting the mailbox and raising the flag of “there’s mail in me”! To the letter. PIMP LOL. Used the leftover house paint. Though the top looks black, it’s dark brown. Now, I just need to get some green and red paint to put vines and roses on the numbers and down the wood. And, put some rocks and plants around it. Another day. You just know I gotta rock it! In the meantime I put my Grandma's Christmas tree red bird she gave me before she went to heaven to watch over it and protect it from the hoodlums who smashed it. he is glued to his seat. Literally! And, he poops on anyone who misuses it. PIMP LOL. Anyways, hoping these fixed up pieces of our mailbox lasts a while. We’ve been smashed 6 times by those who know no respect. Have a fun day. Blow someone away. Send them a note or card. Raise their flag of hope. Never faint in doing the quaint. Show some respect. Oh! And, you just know I needed a little convincing to get this part of the job done today, so I turned on my boom box and played me some Vince Gill. He con”Vince”d me! We all need a li’l convincing to do something, sometimes. The rest will have to wait for another day. Because I need some rest, now. Oh! It was very hot, but there was a great breeze as you can see in one of the shots of me taking my tired butt in to wash up the paint brushes. And, yes. I painted the screws and flag to match. Details… Makin' do... Signed, The Quaint In The Saint With The Paint Ain’t Gonna Faint (at least 'til I get in the house cuz I got a reputation to uphold)

His Canvas...

Knowing that this whole world is His canvas that He paints with His hands makes it "easel"ier to be hue-man. The photodrama is a shot I got one Friday evening. No paint or editing necessary. The other shot, I added hues of paint, of course, to show soul, but the shot itself is from singing one of our songs on Easter at church. The color in my cheeks and soul are real. PIMP LOL. So, whatever hue do? Be real. Be hue! Do everything with hue! Because what’s inside you? Your hue? Is what makes you huenique! Let us be us and God be God. Hue know what I mean! PIMP LOL DUH LOL. Signed, I’m Only Hueman

Here are the 2 links to our 2 versions of that song we did: the studio full band http://youtu.be/tg5EUSwp4L0 and the jam minus drums version: http://youtu.be/BXtrvrK4zeM

The Cook With The Hook!

Making someone laugh and making someone an omelette is the same for this cook. I start by cracking up a few good eggs, stirring things up a bit, throwing in some cheese, hamming it up and serving it up hot with a grain of salt. Have a fun, hopeful day. Whether you make someone laugh or make someone some food, it’s ultimately food for the soul. Yours and theirs. And, we all season our soul food in our own way. So, don’t be afraid to cook. For everything, there is a season. Omelette you go... SIGNED, The Cook With The Hook

Homemade Humor!

So, I've had 3 launches of 3 diff back scrubbers in less than 3 months. All 3 launches? Scrubbed! PIMP LOL. But, not because they scrubbed the back. No. The first 1 cracked in 34 seconds. 1 was too soft and 1 had faulty parts. Guess you COULD say that I had "lift off" with each one. Lift off the back. PIMP LOL. Signed, The Ex Space Shuttle Employee Looking For Best Back Scrubber To Enjoyee 

If sheep were closed caption writers… When a sheep heard something repetitive they’d type/translate blaah blaah blaah. When a sheep heard something revolting, it would just bleat it out! PIMP LOL. Okay. Not another peep outta me. Signed, The Peep In The Sheep 

My Girl!

I needed a smile this morning so and she gave me one in a flash. Oh snap! And, I framed it! And, she was just telling me she got an A on her English paper for "All's Quiet..." I told her she was amazing and that I love A's. And, I love U's! PIMP LOL. Yep! Nothin' like a smile. A real one. No phony bologney ones. Have a wonderful day and smile. Off to go visit and feed at my front porch b'log. Yes! There's actually folks who stop by and are hungry for my b'logna. Stop by! I'll feed you some humor and hope and lots of b'logna at my front porch b'log! Some hot stories, but no phony stuff. All authentic. Maybe a li’l eccentric. And, eclectic. Even, electric. But, not phony! No phony bologney. Just my bologney! PIMP LOL. And, I’ll leave you with a smile. Like she does me… So, stop by and make me smile by following me there. Hot food. For the soul. Signed, The Pile Of Hot B’logney From The Smile Of The Not Phony! Writer!