If I were to write a story where someone tells me, “You will never be content” I will have to dredge up memories of most of the assholes in my life who have tried to hold me back with their nay-saying.
I guess the first of such depressing events was the time when a person who I thought was my best friend became angry with me and told me, “You will never be anything in this life, you will never leave this hole that you live in.” His name was “Skip” and he was angry with me because he was “Gay” and I was not and I had resisted his physical advances.
Skip was wrong, of course, because I believe it was the very week that he had said that when I went to a large nearby city and enlisted in the U.S. Air Force for four years.,
The next time I encountered someone trying to squash my ambitions was the day that my own father, a manual laborer in a local cemetery (A gravedigger who dug graves by hand with a pick and shovel — a job that he had worked for many years –told me one day, “You were born poor and you will always be a working man and if you know what is good for you, you will work here with me in this cemetery once you get out of the Air Force,”
The vision of myself being a 65-year-old gray-haired man with a shovel in my hand, working for shit wages for the rest of my life was enough to propel me to go into industry and, through hard work … through good times and bad times … rise to ownership and more money than I had ever imagined could possibly exist … especially for me.
The moral of this story is, “Never cave into other people’s expectations of who and what you are or what you might ever do or be because the truth is, you can achieve in life whatever you can perceive in your mind through a burning desire to succeed.
There are no known exceptions to this universal law.
I noticed this morning that I have had one thousand comments on “Liming’s Links” so maybe it isn’t such a shit blog as I had imagined after all. Thanks to everyone, sane people and trolls, who have taken the time to send me a comment. I love every one of you … except for the few assholes that I have blocked because you just had to keep calling me nasty names.
I noticed that somebody was selling domains for just a little over $3.00 yesterday and they are selling them this morning for a little over $4.00 so all I can say is “Piss Off” because I already have my domain!
I didn’t win the state lottery again last night but then, when you think about it, I do not need to win it at all … and I still don’t know why I even play the damned thing. If I were to win a million dollars in a lottery it would be nothing but a pain in the ass for me because I already have everything that I need and adding more to the picture would only be obscene flaunting.
Human composting is coming of age in some people’s minds. It means that when people die, their remains will be processed into a form of fertilizer that can be used to grow crops and flowers and whatever. “Oh, Uncle Melvin? That is him over there under those roses in the window box.”
I almost brought my chef to tears this morning when I requested a breakfast consisting of “Spam,” a processed meat product in a can, potato chips and brussels sprouts. But, as always, I got my way.
Some inventive mind in California has come up with a new flavor of ice cream that is gaining some popularity in the Van Nuys region …the new flavor is “Ketchup.”
The website, Medium, uses a large 21px font on their site so I thought I would try it on mine.
I have caught the wordpress.com editor inserting words in strange places on my blog posts again. This necessitates a really close watch on proofreading. It is inconvenient but what am I going to do about it? I guess I will have to save a draft for every paragraph I write.
I had to eliminate my re-blog button on wordpress.com today … and my “Blogs I Follow” list because there are some bloggers who are so worried about other people stealing their materials without their permission — and there is so much talk about plagiarism and copyright violations …. it just isn’t worth the hassle of the risk. It is the same with pictures for the blogs. But I am using “Pixabay” for pictures so maybe I will be safe in that department. If you want to know what “Pixabay” is then I suggest that you Google it because I am not going to link to it. I have been reminded that links to other websites is another problem that can get a blogger into trouble. Too many bloggers — many of which are mediocre — are so vain about their talent that they get overprotective of their stuff and ruin the fun of the blogging game for the rest of us.
I found a blood blister on my toe today so now I have a bandage on it. It doesn’t hurt. My friend, Jim, and I went to a “Pretzel Festival” in a nearby community and even though the health experts tell us we are still seeing 400 new cases of the covid 19 pandemic every day, the crowd at the pretzel festival was huge and there wasn’t a face mask to be seen anywhere. I will not be doing that again for awhile.
Ukrainian President Zelensky told somebody in an interview either today or yesterday that Putin’s latest threat to use nuclear weapons in the Ukraine/Russian war was probably no longer an empty threat. That is something worth losing a little sleep over if you ask me. I would love to wake up some morning soon and find out that Putin is no longer a problem. But I think I would be pissing in the wind to even wish for such a thing.
I think I have invented a new way to make some pretty delicious pecan rolls:
Bake a can of biscuits that you find in rolls at grocery stores.
Split the biscuits in two.
Toast one side of the biscuits in butter in a skillet on a stovetop.
Drizzle the toasted sides of the biscuits with pure honey.
Pack some chopped pecan pieces onto the toasted sides of the biscuits.
A perfectly delicious version of a pecan roll.
Someone informed me today that if I eat three servings of cooked brown rice — one serving before each meal of the day — that it will cause me to eat less and help me to shed a couple of pounds. I am going to try it for a few days and see. I will let you know how it works out.
Everyone should know that if you have not been good Santa Claus will leave you a lump of coal for Christmas instead of cookies and candy. That is the traditional tale. So if that is true, then why was the freezing little Russian boy in Siberia so filled with joy when he got his lump of coal? Can you tell me that?
Junior and Howard are at the dog pound looking
for a hunting dog for Howard.
Junior points at one cage and says, “Howard,
look at that dog with one eye!”
Howard covers one of his eyes and says,
I am about to suggest something that will save the average American a whole lot of money over a working lifetime.
Here is my suggestion:
It has been reported that America is now trending toward smaller families.
Since that is the case now, my suggestion is that the ideal family from now on will be one man married to one woman and a dog (Or cat) as tastes go. No kids to suck up the usual Two Hundred Thousand dollars it takes to raise one these days.
A few years ago when my wife of 33 years (Now deceased) was asked by a friend, “What is the most bizarre gift your husband ever gave you?” my dearly beloved scratched her chin, thought for a moment and replied, “Himself.”
Question: “How much legal protection should journalists have?”
Answer: “It all depends on how sexually active the journalists are.”
Question: “What would you do if you were to win a million dollars?”
Answer: “I would add it to my other millions of dollars in a respectable account under the control of a well-reputed Certified Financial Planner.”
To hell with world peace … I want a puppy!
If you want to increase the level of your consciousness then you need to stop reading and writing about things that destroy brain cells. Smoking marijuana destroys brain cells. Paying attention to the conspiracy theories of the radical Republicans not only destroys brain cells but it can make a person impotent too over a period of time. This explains the ineptness of most Republicans who are either in the office or who are candidates for office. Right-wing radicals are incapable of original thought. All they can do is parrot what their own kind have told them.
I was totally offended by the suggestion that my younger brother was a homosexual until I calmed down a little bit and remembered that I do not have a brother.
I was fertilizing my field of strawberries … the field next door to the mental institution …when an inmate at the nuthouse who had been leaning on a fence called out to me and asked, “What are you doing?”
I told the inmate, “I am putting horse manure on my strawberries.”
The inmate replied, “We put whipped cream on ours.”
The spa attendant applied the cleaning mask to the customer’s ass and all those who were standing around observing the procedure gave a sigh of relief … in perfect unison.
Being serious for a minute now, I am going to the eye doctor again tomorrow to have my vision tested and to see if my glaucoma is still under control.
I always wondered if a blog that does nothing but talk about the details of somebody’s life would get any readers and that is what I find myself doing these days and yes, the answer is “I do get some readers.” I don’t get a carload of readers but the readers that do honor me by visiting my blog are more precious to me than gold and I love them just as much as if they were my own flesh and blood family.
So here I am, this morning, doing it again … blabbing my guts out about this and that and everything and nothing in particular. Thank you for your patience and your kindness.
Breakfast this morning was something I had never tried before. The thing that I tried for the first time this morning is called “Goetta.” I had Two ounces of fried Goetta and two eggs. The meat/grain combination was pleasant enough and it had some hot pepper in it that made it even more enjoyable. Here is an expiation “Goetta” —is a meat-and-grain sausage or mush of German inspiration. It is primarily composed of ground meat (pork, or sausage and beef), pin-heat oats and spices. It was originally a dish meant to stretch out servings of meat over several meals to conserve money, and is a similar dish to scrapple and liver mush, both also developed by German immigrants. Serving for serving, it surely is less expensive than plain old sausage.
Chasing The Fat After years of worrying about being overweight, I am coming to the decision that I should be satisfied with myself the way I am. My years-long obsession with weight control and dieting has caused me nothing but grief and worry, and I am starting to think that as long as I am healthy and fit, I should just lay back and stop ruminating and just enjoy what life I have left.
I ordered a new set of Reebok “Ridge Rider” mens’ hiking sneakers today because I love the Reebok brand and the Ridge Riders have rubber soles which means that the shoes are slip resistant. With all those shiny floors at the Veterans Administration Medical Center and in the various retail establishments … floors that look like they are made of ice or that they are covered with oil or something …I need a slip resistant shoe.
I would like to mention at this point that I am not being compensated in any manner whenever I mention a product name here on this blog and I am not advertising any products. I am sharing information about products that I have in my possession or that I would like to have or that I have ordered.
So now I have finished another blog post and if anything else happens that I think is interesting, I will be back on here to share again.
Everything I have ever had that is worth having has been brought to me by “The Law of Attraction.”
The Law of Attraction is a universal principle also sometimes referred to as “Universal Law.” In the world of the Christian, The Law of Attraction is known as faith in God.
The Law of Attraction is based on the assumption/theory/fact (However you wish to define it) that whatever your situation is now has been formed by your thought processes somewhere along the line. It also supposes that whatever your situation in the future might be, that future will be formed, molded and delivered to you because of the thought processes that dominate you life at the present moment.
This is not only theoretical but I believe can be demonstrated and proven.
It has certainly worked for me. It has gotten me out of the worse scrapes of my life and has brought me the greatest rewards of living.
You don’t have to believe in The Law of Attraction because whether you choose to believe in it or not, it is all around you all the time constantly working to shape your reality and you can actually get to the point where you can use it to your advantage … use it to bring about life-changing circumstances.
In 1978 when I had gone totally bankrupt and lost everything I had ever worked for, I discovered how to use The Laws of Attraction and I developed the habit of constantly visualizing myself out of the bind I had gotten into and into prosperous circumstances again. I used self-affirmations and prayers and visualizations every day for Two years and suddenly, in 1982, the universe presented me with an opportunity that started a chain reaction and led me to the best life I have ever lived — much better than the life I had lost through my own neglect and carelessness.
Like I said before, in 1978 I didn’t have a pot to pee in but by 1982 my feet were back on solid ground again.
I had to live a life of stark poverty for a couple of years between 1978 and 1982 and at times I was so depressed, thinking that I would never be able to rise out of my troubles. But when inspiration began flowing to me from the heavens above, I was empowered by massive confidence that I would be victorious and the confidence came that drove me to start believing and to start uttering words of faith and to start visualizing myself in a better position … and it finally manifested for me and it has been working for me ever since.
Like I said before I am not selling anything here, I am not paid to promote anything here .. I am sharing stuff that I have seen, used or done with people who might be interested and I am not guaranteeing that anything I write in this post will work for everybody, but I can affirm that it has worked very well for me.
First let me say that this blog post about drinking water is a story about my personal experiences as I perceive them and I am not recommending any course of action to anyone who might read on here … I am not a medical professional ..do not copy anything I write about without consulting with your personal physician first … I hope you find my experiences with water to be interesting.
I have discovered that drinking pujre, fresh drinking water has been vital (Critical) for my very survival, for my somewhat youthful looks for my age (No visible wrinkles anywhere) and for my general state of health and feelings of well being. I got dehydrated once and my doctor chewed me out and made me promist to watch my water intake. I took his advice and have been going great guns ever since.
I am not going to claim that drinking adequate amounts of water is going to restore my calendar youth, but it sure does help keep my energy levels up, prevents me from being lethargic, helps to keep my plumbing clear and working well …I always make sure to drink at least half a glass of water every hour that I am awake or a total of at least 5 8-ounce glasses a day … and that is a minimum amount for me … if it gets hot out side or if I become extra active and sweat a lot I am going to be drinking more than my minimums …. I have done more than 64 ounces on some days when I was working at labor jobs.
In my co-adventures with my physician concerning the daily need for drinking water I discovered that coffee, tea, milk, soft drinks and juices do not meet the requirements and should not be included with the daily intake of water. I thought that was odd since those things are liquids, but my doctor said no, use water when you are counting your intake and let those other things be additional.
I also discovered the common sense in having a water filter installed at my home to filter out some of the impurities found in common tap water and I discovered that drinking water from plastic bottles from a grocery store can result in me ingesting minute particles of plastic and other things that I do not want showing up in my bloodstream.
I also discovered that it is possible for a person to drink too much water and to suffer the effects of something called “Water Toxicity.
We walked across a field of waist-high grass in an attempt to get closer to the escarpment that arose from the valley just beyond.
After walking for awhile, we discovered that we were standing on the hill above a stream running below … at the base of the cliff that we had wanted to explore.
The area was well covered with trees and the shade was comfortable on a hot day.
As we came over the rise and started down the hill toward the stream, we were met with a lad dressed in feathers and a loincloth, holding a primitive hand-axe in his hand and looking very fierce.
He also looked ridiculous ini his half-denuded personna.
I said, “Who the hell are you?”
He replied menacingly, “We are (Uncivilized Natives) and you are our prisoners.”
Playing along, out of curiosity, we followed our “Captor” to the “Camp” he and his buddies had constructed at the edge of the creek below the rise of the cliff.
There, the “Chief” ordered us to be bound and tied to a tree.
“I informed “The Chief” that if such a thing were to be tried somebody was going to get their ass kicked.”
Several of the “(Uncivilized Natives)” took hold of us and overwhelmed us and tied us to a tree.
After that, they surrounded us whooping and hollering and threatening us with their bows and arrows and their (hand-held-axes), and even an air rifle.
Eventually, after we threatened them enough — “Release us or we will tell the police what you have been doing here” — they relented, untied us, and told us to run.
We ran through the forest for at least a mile and finally came to the railroad track leading back to town.
After reaching home safely, Tom and I relaxed for a while and talked about what had just happened.
Just thinking about what had happened to us that day angered us … really pissed us off …
So we gathered our courage and decided to make another visit to their “Camp.”
“They want (Uncivilized Natives), we will give them (Uncivilized Natives),” Tom and I agreed together as if we were of one mind with a single purpose.
We spent about an hour making our own loincloths and feather outfits and, then we set off back toward their encampment.
Arriving at the scene, we discovered that the whole bunch of them were swimming in a pool in the middle of the creek … swimming and smoking cigarettes … and trying to outdo each other in using profanity.
They had constructed a sort of inverted cone-shaped shelter out of long poles and leaves and grass. I have to admit that it was impressive.
With the “Uncivilized Natives)” preoccupied at the pool with their swimming and cussing, Tom and I entered the (Sort of Inverted Cons-shaped-shelter) to see what they had inside of it.
Inside the (Sort of inverted cone-shaped shelter) was their regular street clothing and some “Girly” magazines … some cigarettes and a few other things that rogue boys favor.
With the burning anger of the indignities that this gang had inflicted on us earlier still raging in our hearts, we decided to set a match to their (Sort of inverted cone-shaped shelter).
As the flames rose through the darkening night, I can still remember the screams coming from the errant group as they ran toward the fire screaming, “Not the clothes! Not the clothes! Oh my God, not the clothes!”
I can still see them in my mind’s eye as they probably sheepishly and cautiously wound their way through the streets of our little town, trying to get back to their individual homes without being seen.
Author Note: All the elements of the preceding story in parenthesis are in those parentheses because I wish to describe everything in as politically correct a manner as possible in order to avoid angering certain sensitive souls who may find the traditional definitions offensive.
After we got our computers up and running again from the great glitch that I talked about yesterday, I spent a few minutes … many minutes actually …. trying to convince my friend, Jimmy, to try his hand at the computer keyboard.
Jimmy has been computer resistant for a long time. I am always threatening to buy one for him and he is always reminding me that he is too nervous to try to work on a computer. He always tells me, “I would certainly mess it up quickly.”
I keep trying to tell him that today’s computers are almost completely “Idiot Proof” and that it would be tough for him to do anything that would harm the machine. He says, “If there is a way for me to fuck a computer up, I am the one who will definitely find it.”
So Jimmy is still kind of “Computer Brickle) but I keep on keeping on! Someday I think he will break over and try the old keyboard. I am certain that if he ever summons the courage to do that, he will come to enjoy himself. (I amazed that he actually drives an automobile and has electric lights in his own house) I think if it were up to Jimmy (Who hates change) he would still be riding a horse and reading by the light of kerosene lamps.
I am sometimes amazed at how many computers I have in our living space. I have this custom-built desktop 27-inch-screen thing that I do most of this blog work with and then there is a 24-inch-screen Chrome desktop and there is an older 27-inch, HP all-in-one desktop that I use as a standby if the personal computer ever goes down. In addition, there are 4 or 5 different computers in our outside lounge and reading area. Does that mean that I am computer crazy or something?
Jimmy has been hinting that we should go somewhere for a weekend and rent a cabin in a state park or somewhere and just relax and enjoy the inherent beauty of the state in which we live. A few years ago, we did manage to get a tent and some camping gear and spend a week in the Red River Gorge area of Daniel Boone National Forest in Kentucky and it was the hottest week of August. I remember always being on the alert for any stray copperhead snakes because that region is always infested with them. Luckily we never saw any at all during the time we were there.
Jim and I are close …. kind of a bromance perhaps …just close friends …companions … We share living space … the house is big enough for sure … seperate bedrooms … separate bath rooms …sort of like individual little suites … saves a ton of money sharing the space … expenses are never a problem ….so far money has bever been a problem …We do watch a lot of movies on Netflix and on Amazon Prime and You Tube and Tubi streaming services …. In fact, on most nights that is what we do …. we have dinner and go into our little theater room and watch movies from approximately 8:00 PM to somewhere around 10:30 almost every night and then on to bed.
We do not have pets. We had two darling little finch birds for about 5 years but they both lived out their life span and died. They are buried in specially-constructed miniature coffins in little burial vaults under a concrete slab on which are poised two small concrete guardian angel statuettes very close to our house …. in the back yard ….and we always keep flowers … sometimes fresh (In season) and sometimes artificial (In the off-season) on their little grave.
But the passing of our beloved little feathered friends was so traumatic that both of us vowed that we would never have another pet because the emotional distress over losing them is too great. So far, we have kept that vow.
Rubbing his eyes as he awoke to the shrill sound of his new alarm clock, young Jake Rose was amazed …. as he always was …. about how very early in the morning it was. Jake had a lifelong habit of setting his alarm clock and then arising from bed at a very early hour.
Jake did this religiously, never missing a morning of getting up way before the rising of the Sun … even before the old Rooster crowed.
This was his ritual … a ritual that he never missed performing.
Jake was very satisfied with himself because he could actually set the alarm and get up before most of the world was awake.
He took pride in it.
He was driven to do it.
The funny thing is that Jake never once in his life ever had a job or had to adhere to a schedule of any kind.
He never ever had any plans at all to do anything productive … except to wind that alarm clock up, set it, wait for it to go off and then get out of bed and wind it up all over again.
He did that routine faithfully and un-erringly until the day he died.
And with all those many years of practice, he had become damned good at it too.