POPEYE, IYAMS & SPINITCH!

"POPEYE, IYAMS & SPINITCH!" What? Guess I’m like Popeye. I yam what I yam. And, I needs my spinach, too. Only mines is spelled spin-itch! I have my own “spin” on things and I have an “itch” to share that spin and how I see God in everything. He IS my spiritual spin-itch! And, just like Popeye, when life is in the can, I says: I've had all I can stand. I can't stands no more. Get me my spin itch! A-gah-gah-gah-gah-gah! When, I’m knee-deep in life, I get knee deep in spin-itch. Well, thanks for the gumball, Popeye! PIMP LOL. YOu guys remember that saying? Well, thanks, Popeye, for the idea about spin itch! Signed, Sailing In Knee-Deep Spin Itch & IYams!

Jus’ Thinkin’ Outta The Box!

“Jus’ Thinkin’ Outta The Box!” I’m using Nutrisse so there’s no trace of white-haired Trace, today. Guess that will make me a Nutrisse New Trace! Well, at least my hair. I do it myself, as always, at home and there’s always a trace of Nutrisse everywhere. Betta watch out! My roots are dark again. Muwahhhh! What? Jus’ a li’l dark humor, too. I got me some dark humor, too. PIMP LOL. Anyways, if ya got a problem, get to the roots of it. If it don’t match up with what you know is true? It’s time to think out of the box. Don't let yourself get boxed in. Have a li'l fun day. I'm a littlei ready for that, too. Jus' cuz you might feel small and boxed in doesn't mean you have to stay that way. Muwahahahah. Just a little dark humor. PIMP LOL. Signed, A Nutrisse New Trace Thinking Colorfully Out Of The Box

ICE-BERGS, HORSES, FROGS AND WHALES!

"ICE-BERGS, HORSES, FROGS AND WHALES!" What? Well, while tryin’ to make a splash and whale last night? I ran into a horse. I didn’t know they could swim out this far. PIMP LOL. I know. Something smells fishy in this ocean of music. And, something sounds hoarse! Me. Gonna rest my voice today. I don’t want to run into too many frogs tomorrow night. Keep whalin’ or whisperin’, but let your voice be heard. Whether it’s hoarse, froggy or whalin’! If you're gonna whale, you gotta expect hoarses and frogs. Jus' life... Keep swimming. Give your best. Give your whale. And, I ain’t jus’ talkin’ music. Talkin' life... Singing' life... When the world of music, or just the world, get cold? Heat i up with some whalin'! Signed, Singin’ & Swimmin’ Amonst The Fishies, Whales, Horses, Frogs & The One Who Walks On Water & Calms the Waves

"Stems & Vices, Cracks & Crevices!

"Stems & Vices, Cracks & Crevices!" As I get older, I clean less. Not because I care less. But, because I see less. And, that? Makes me careless with my clean, more or less. In fact, it’s getting more easier for me to NOT clean every day. Some days I could care less! More or less. PIMP LOL. See, cleaning used to be one of my many vices. Now? I just sweep that thought into the creVICEs with the rest of the dust and dirt. PIMP LOL. What? You can’t clean what you can’t see! Wow! And, that goes for spiritually, too. And, speaking of crevices and vices? I am no novice at vices. I'd like to be a novice at NO vices. TNT LOL. I've always had lots more of 'em. School, Writing, Suga donuts, Reese Cups, Booze, drugs, racing, work, music, stayin' alive, chips, etc. When left to our own devices, we develop vices. Some have a good grip, some a bad grip. A vice-grip! Squeezing the life out of us. My ADvice? Have you a vice! Vice president of your life, I mean. Someone besides you to help you be accountable. That kind of a vice is good. Make sure your vice has a GOOD grip on you. AND a GOD grip on you. Oh! And, this photoart? Just another vice of mine. They all “stem” from within…the crevices and cracks of our soul. They can crack you. Or, crack you up. Your choice. Signed, Vice-Gripped By Life, God-Gripped 4 Life, Still In Service, But Not Cleaning

WINKIN”, NODDIN” & CROOKED! DOWNRIGHT PUZZLIN’!

“WINKIN”, NODDIN” & CROOKED! DOWNRIGHT PUZZLIN’!” What? ‘tis true. I’m not winkin’ when I say: “I have crooked fingers, but nary a crooked hand”. My hand got crushed 7 years ago and is held together with pins and screws and has crooked, bent fingers. That’s why I don’t play much guitar OR Tiddly Winks. Now, I am winkin’. PIMP LOL. But, really, I may have crooked fingers but nary a crooked hand in anything. Crooked fingers can still point the right way. But a crooked hand? Only points to a crooked heart. Oh! And, byt the way? I ink with both eyes closed. Or, would that be noddin’? Get it? Noddin’ off to sleep? PIMP LOL. Well, either way. Winkin’ and noddin’… Have a tiddly wink night. Oh! And, speakin’ of noddin off? I do puzzle books, brain teasers, logic, word scrambles, Sudoku, ABC Word games and other fun puzzles at bed time to help me unwind and unscramble my mind and let go of the day’s real life puzzles. I know. Shocking, but real. Then, I can have an empty mind and heart to pray, read and then sleep. Well, sometimes, my mind empties while I am doing the puzzles. PIMP LOL. Anyways, I had forgotten about this proven formula because I ran out of all my puzzle books. Today I found an old finished puzzle book that took me back. It’s time to throw it away and make new memories and new zzzz’s. I need both. Thankful for puzzle books. They help us forget the days puzzles. Puzzles can be puzzling, but they can also just be “zzz”ing. Signed, Bent On Pointin’ The Right Way & Winkin’ A lot

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We live at 3 places. Our earthly address of MacTavish, our musical address of Musician Road and our heart address of Heavens High Point. Pointing up... Pointing in... Hope your day points up and in. Oh! And, Sound men and roadies welcome... The roadies don't have to be sound. PIMP LOL. Trace

Gettin' Wiggy 'bout Hair!

"Gettin' Wiggy 'bout Hair!" Out of conditioner today. So, my hair will be messy, tangled, unmanageable and wild! And, I’m not far behind it. PIMP LOL. Hope I don’t get wiggy. In my defense? My hair was a mess first. Today, anyways! But, who’s splittin’ hairs! My hair rule? Always keep conditioner close at hand. But, if you should run out? Um…run out! PIMP LOL. Things could be hairy. Anyways, stick with someone… Through thick and thin. And, in all condition-ers! Life can get hairy and wiggy. Signed, Not Even A Trace Of Conditioner

WISE EYES & WHY'S EYES!

"WISE EYES & WHY'S EYES!" What? Well, 2 + 2 SHOULD always = 4, but sometimes? There’s a hidden exponent, component or opponent thrown into the equation. We have to see it with our “wise” eyes, instead of “why’s” eyes. Then, we have more than a fraction of a chance at finding the “live-able” answer and moving on to the next problem. You do the math. Think outside the parens, the brackets and thenotebook paper. Shoot! For that matter? Outside the whole notebook. And, don’t forget to simplify. Sometimes we make life too difficult. What? It addes up! Be wise with your why's and be why's with your wise. We don't know it all. But, we know Someone who does. Signed, Math Frerd (freak + nerd = frerd) Again! What? It adds up! DUH LOL