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I Am Guilty, My Finger Prints Are On The Weapon
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I Am Guilty, My Finger Prints Are On The Weapon
Minding my own business today was not a big chore. Being laid back. Making some phone calls and paying one bill didn’t stress me out.
The weather has been acting up for the past several days. Even as I write this, the thunder is booming. The rain barely stops before it gains enough force to bring it on down. Sort of like The Cable Guy, get er done! I swear if I could carry on that attitude of…
I Am Guilty, My Finger Prints Are On The Weapon
Minding my own business today was not a big chore. Being laid back. Making some phone calls and paying one bill didn’t stress me out.
The weather has been acting up for the past several days. Even as I write this, the thunder is booming. The rain barely stops before it gains enough force to bring it on down. Sort of like The Cable Guy, get er done! I swear if I could carry on that attitude of Larry’s, no one would give me crapola the entire days left in my life.
Some days when my mouth has drooped, and the tears have glued themselves to my cheeks; I will give myself finger burns just channel surfing to find Larry the Cable guy on the big TV. If I can’t find my way out of the bottom of the mud pond, Larry can lift me up without ever laying a hand on me, just like magic.
I tried to take a nap today but something or someone wouldn’t let me. I would just get one eye-lid down, and CRACK, no not butt crack, or crack cocaine, I mean crack from the thunder would almost have me sitting straight up in bed.
No, the other thing that was happening in my bed was I kept hearing something.
Was it a mouse?
Was someone trying to open my door? It did have a sort of strange effect on me because I just couldn’t quite figure out what it was at first.
My eyes became large and I laid in my bed, barely breathing, just listening.
I pulled the covers a little tighter around my neck and then I knew in a second what that sound was.
I tried scaring it away, but he thought he was smarter than me.
I tried swatting at the air, but he stood back and mocked me.
I gritted some words but all he did was call in reinforcement. Now I was getting pissed off. All I wanted to do is take a short nap, well maybe a medium nap. After all it’s raining outside, what else is there to do?
Now there were two of them. I couldn’t take it. I let out a big puff of air and threw back the covers. Those two bounced back but only for a short moment. Soon they were following me out to the kitchen. This is starting to make steam roll from my nose.
I had to think, tick tock, tick tock. I got it. I looked around the kitchen but couldn’t find something I could use on these two pests. No one was staying in my home without a proper invitation, and that included these two thugs.
I wasn’t scared anymore. I took my eyebrow pencil and painted war paint on my face. I tossed my hair back and forth and then sprayed it in place. I came out of the bathroom and spotted them and my weapon.
I walked quietly over to where it sat, not wanting these enemies to be able to read my mind. I grabbed it and squeezed it with my hand so I didn’t lose my grip on it. I turned softly around and stood ever so still, waiting for them to make their position known.
It took patience but I won on that one. They landed on the chair, thinking they were going to get a free ride. CRACK, SLAP AND SMASH. Dead, as a door knob. I killed them. I killed them both with my bare hands and my precious weapon.
I hope no one saw me. I hope no one calls the police. I put my rubber gloves on and picked them up by their backs and opened the trash can and slammed it shut. I felt a smile creep onto my face as I thought about my empty bed, and I believe I heard it calling my name.
Well, by now you probably figured it out what I killed today. If not, take a look at the bottom photo, then you’ll know. Night now, nap time.
Don’t Quit
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Originally posted on A Mixed Bag:
I posted this twice in 2012, and today, Michelle Marie commented on my post that sometimes it seems all uphill and it reminded me of this, so I had to repost this again.
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When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill.
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you…
Don’t Quit
Excellent
I posted this twice in 2012, and today, Michelle Marie commented on my post that sometimes it seems all uphill and it reminded me of this, so I had to repost this again.
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When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill.
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns.
And many a fellow turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man.
Often the struggler has given…
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My First Photo Shoot
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I did the shoot for Special Olympics this afternoon. A large group of people and friends went to the Bowling Alley on State Road 15 North, in Warsaw, Indiana.
I had a ball and I could tell by the faces…
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