Reo Speedwagon, Styx, and Night Ranger are coming to perform at a .............. I don't know Six Flags near you. Reo Speedwagon Really??? What was the Night Ranger Song? Office mate said "Sister Christian". Good stuff Sher Bear. She also makes the excellent point that this would have been an awesome concert 20ish years ago.
This brings me back to the good times of really big hair, and concert shirts. Oh yeah. Concert shirts. Nothing says your the man (or the woman) like a skin tight Tee-shirt, ripped tight jeans, and REALLY BIG GIANT HAIR WITH MOOSE in it. Moose that was made from a .... wait for it.... MOOSE. That's right actual Moose saliva, sent in fresh, not frozen from the Rockies. None of this Moose farm Moose spit. Only Ferile Moose spit will do.
Nuff said. Sadly, I have too much work to do to mock "Mr. Roboto".
Peace
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Just Briefly
Good morning all. Just typing in some quick notes to my fan(s). Who am I kidding. Hi Erin. So here's where I am. babies- good. Swine flu- scary as foshizzle. work-stressful as foshizzle.
It is hard live in the precious fleeting moments of life, while planning for the future. I feel like a one armed man in a juggling competition.... who's glasses fell off... while tying his shoes... on a steep embank....
Then I feel blessed as I watch my precious newborn sleep. At work I feel persecuted, when I think maybe I should be appreciated. I am trying to find the line between coach-ability and accountability juxtaposed with am I just being bullied???
My pulse is 106 as I try to typed this e-mail with shaky fingers.
Still, life is fun, and funnier still. I look forward to my next (mis)adventures. I wish I could sing (well). That looks like fun. A hot spotlight would really serve my ego about now.
So wherever or whoever you are on this big spinning rock, I hope you are well safe and loved. Try to hug someone today. Splash in a puddle and giggle if possible. And just maybe forgive yourself for one of your foibles. Ooh and if you don't send this to anyone..... whoopty schnit. I hate chain letters. Why would anyone send someone a blessing wrapped in a veiled threat of a curse. That's why they gave swimming lessons to creepy old ladies in Salem for gosh sakes....
Peace...
J
It is hard live in the precious fleeting moments of life, while planning for the future. I feel like a one armed man in a juggling competition.... who's glasses fell off... while tying his shoes... on a steep embank....
Then I feel blessed as I watch my precious newborn sleep. At work I feel persecuted, when I think maybe I should be appreciated. I am trying to find the line between coach-ability and accountability juxtaposed with am I just being bullied???
My pulse is 106 as I try to typed this e-mail with shaky fingers.
Still, life is fun, and funnier still. I look forward to my next (mis)adventures. I wish I could sing (well). That looks like fun. A hot spotlight would really serve my ego about now.
So wherever or whoever you are on this big spinning rock, I hope you are well safe and loved. Try to hug someone today. Splash in a puddle and giggle if possible. And just maybe forgive yourself for one of your foibles. Ooh and if you don't send this to anyone..... whoopty schnit. I hate chain letters. Why would anyone send someone a blessing wrapped in a veiled threat of a curse. That's why they gave swimming lessons to creepy old ladies in Salem for gosh sakes....
Peace...
J
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Baby Day
Today is the last day my wife has a larger belly than me. So ...... "John are you ready"??????
I'll keep you posted......
I'll keep you posted......
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