Tuesday, July 30, 2013

My Car's For The Birds


                             
                                                                I wonder why my car gets their attention
                                                                I’m not sure why they chose to pick on me
                                                                In case I have forgotten to inform them
                                                                I’ve never found a car wash that is free

                                                                I don’t know if they choose by make and model
                                                               And wondering if they see the color clear
                                                               There must be a good reason why they made it
                                                               The car that they most target every year

                                                               I can’t see how they notice any difference
                                                               There are so many cars parked in my row
                                                               You can’t deny that my car is their preference
                                                               But, how they find it I will never know.

                                                              The only thing I can do is demeaning
                                                               I have to clean the “whitewash” from my car
                                                               It seems that I am constantly just cleaning
                                                               I guess I need to cover up my car.


                                                              
                                                              
                                                              

                                                                                                                                                

My Car's For The Birds


                             
                                                                I wonder why my car gets their attention
                                                                I’m not sure why they chose to pick on me
                                                                In case I have forgotten to inform them
                                                                I’ve never found a car wash that is free

                                                               I don’t know if they choose by make and model
                                                               And wondering if they see the color clear
                                                               There must be a good reason why they made it
                                                               The car that they most target every year

                                                               I can’t see how they notice any difference
                                                               There are so many cars parked in my row
                                                               You can’t deny that my car is their preference
                                                               But, how they find it I will never know.

                                                              The only thing I can do is demeaning
                                                               I have to clean the “whitewash” from my car
                                                               It seems that I am constantly just cleaning
                                                               I guess I need to cover up my car.


                                                              
                                                              
                                                              

                                                                                                                                                

My Car's For The Birds


                             
                                                                I wonder why my car gets their attention
                                                                I’m not sure why they chose to pick on me
                                                                In case I have forgotten to inform them
                                                                I’ve never found a car wash that is free

                                                                I don’t know if they choose by make and model
                                                               And wondering if they see the color clear
                                                               There must be a good reason why they made it
                                                               The car that they most target every year

                                                               I can’t see how they notice any difference
                                                               There are so many cars parked in a row
                                                              You can’t deny that my car is their preference
                                                              But, how they find it I will never know.

                                                              The only thing I can do is demeaning
                                                               I have to clean the “whitewash” from my car
                                                              It seems that I am constantly just cleaning
                                                              I guess I need to cover up my car.


                                                              
                                                              
                                                              

                                                                                                                                                

My Car's For The Birds


                             
                                                                I wonder why my car gets their attention
                                                                I’m not sure why they chose to pick on me
                                                                In case I have forgotten to inform them
                                                                I’ve never found a car wash that is free

                                                               I don’t know if they choose by make and model
                                                               And wondering if they see the color clear
                                                               There must be a good reason why they made it
                                                               The car that they most target every year

                                                               I can’t see how they notice any difference
                                                               There are so many cars parked in my row
                                                               You can’t deny that my car is their preference
                                                               But, how they find it I will never know.

                                                               The only thing I can do is demeaning
                                                               I have to clean the “whitewash” from my ride
                                                               It seems that I am constantly just cleaning
                                                               I'd be smarter if I kept my car inside.

                                                              
                                                              
                                                              

                                                                                                                                                

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Is "Mr. Joe" going to the dogs?

                                                           It's knowing how to love and how to share it

                                                           Expect the messes and know how to bear it

                                                           They’re here to make your life a whole lot better 

                                                           It just happens that they make your carpet wetter..                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        
Lately, I have found myself browsing websites that tell you about the different breeds of dogs. I’m not saying that I am thinking of buying or adopting one soon. I am just saying that I am curious. 

Anita, my trainer and close friend, has a beautiful black Lab named Brianna. My son and his significant other have an adorable Pug in their life and I have written a blog about my younger son’s dog, Pootz. I love these dogs and enjoy them whenever I am around them…So what am I waiting for?

When Jane and I were growing up in West Virginia, we used to ask for a puppy. That request came shortly after I would beg for a pony. I thought I was being a smart negotiator at the time. We were denied both because we lived right on Route 60 and the pet would be in too much danger. At least that was the reason we were given at the time.

I am now retired, single and in my golden years. I no longer live directly on a busy highway and very far from Route 60. There seems to be nothing stopping me from becoming a pet owner, or is there? Jane and I hope to be doing some travelling this fall after the release of Mr. Joe: Tales of a Haunted Life. We are looking forward to having book signings in different areas, but that will depend on how well the book is received. I do know that the next few months will be too busy for me to give a new pet the love and attention that is both needed and deserved
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But, I still go to the websites. I still try to narrow the type of breeds that would be the best fit. I still feel the emptiness of coming home to an empty apartment. I guess I have been alone too long.

Lately, my sister has been reading all she can about hiking the Appalachian Trail. It is a serious commitment and she wants to be as informed as she can. That’s the way Jane rolls. I don’t know if she will decide to undertake this challenge or not. Right now, I don’t think she knows either. That’s the way I feel about becoming a pet owner. You have to understand the commitment before you make it. In Jane’s case, it mostly involves herself and what her limits are. In my case, there will be two souls involved. One will have two legs and the other will have four.

I honestly don’t know how this story will end. I’m not exactly excited about the house training that would come with it. I’ve never been one who can handle a messy home. I also understand that sometimes pets can do damage. Even after considering all of these things…I am still surfing the web. 

Thursday, July 4, 2013

"Mr. Joe" Meets Medicare


                             
                                                                   
                                                                 

                                                                   
I though I would try something different this time. I'll be turning sixty-five shortly so I thought I might have a little fun with my poetry. Sometimes when you change things up, you tend to knock the cobwebs off. The subject seemed appropriate. 

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                                                                   When your hair turns gray if it hasn’t fallen out
                                                                    And you can’t hear people until they start to shout
                                                                    And you can’t see squat ‘till you take your glasses out
                                                                    Are these the “Golden Years” I’ve heard so much about?

                                                                    When your body makes noises just getting out of bed
                                                                    When you don’t know why there’s  a ringing in your head
                                                                    When you have to pull you teeth out from the bottom of a jar
                                                                    Before you hit the parking lot and try to find your car
                                                                    
                                                                    When you have to write it down so it doesn’t slip your mind
                                                                     When people open doors for you just trying to be kind
                                                                    They act like you are helpless and it makes you want to shout
                                                                    Are these the “senior moments”  I’ve been told about?

                                                                   
                                        

"Mr. Joe" Turns 65

                                                                   
I thought I would post a quick poem since I am now on Medicare and a week away from turning sixty-five. 





                                                                    When your hair turns gray if it hasn't fallen out
                                                                    And you can’t hear people until they start to shout
                                                                    And you can’t see squat ‘till you take your glasses out
                                                                    Are these the “Golden Years” I've  heard so much about?

                                                                    When your body makes noises just getting out of bed
                                                                    When you don’t know why there’s  a ringing in your head
                                                                    When you have to pull you teeth out from the bottom of a jar
                                                                    Before you hit the parking lot and try to find your car
                                                                    
                                                                    When you have to write it down so it doesn’t slip your mind
                                                                     When people open doors for you just trying to be kind
                                                                    They act like you are helpless and it makes you want to shout
                                                                    Are these the “senior moments”  I’ve been told about?