I CAN HAZ HAPPY ENDING

Animals, Babies, Family, Internet, Life, Truth 7 Comments »

A good friend of mine mentioned this video today and I just had to find it and post it.
Nature can be quite amazing sometimes. Maybe even fair.
This video ends like a Disney Movie.
Kind of cool and totally unexpected.
Check it out.

~m

[youtube=http://youtube.com/watch?v=LU8DDYz68kM]

I missed HannahBanana’s Birthday!

Birthdays, Family, Kids, Life, Love, Truth, women 6 Comments »

Thought I’d post this video for Hannah {since she really she likes it} though I’ve no idea what the hell these guys are talking about.
Maybe you do.
Kidz . . .
Happy Belated {14th} Birthday, kiddo
loveya,

~Dad

[youtube=http://youtube.com/watch?v=JyhJgEJ8KCQ]

Stiffy

Humor, Internet, Just For Fun, Life, Love, sexy, women 6 Comments »

Sometimes days off are busier than days at work.
I didn’t stop all day.
So, it’s video time people.
Hard to believe this is Cuba Gooding, Jr.
Don’t look like no “junior” to me {:0)
I’m off to Downtown Snoozville.
Catch you all tomorrow . . .

~m

[youtube=http://youtube.com/watch?v=Fl973tUNX88]

Apropos

anti-hero, dickheads, Football, Sports, Truth, Ugly No Comments »

Vick.
Isn’t it ironic that his last name rhymes with dick?
Here’s to hoping someone throws the whole God damned book at this smug bastard . . .

~m

ps. a shout out to my bud Will for sending the awesome pic 

Fork

Uncategorized 8 Comments »

“When you come to a fork in the road, take it.” ~Yogi Berra
Hmmm, some serious food for thought there . . .

~m

Shadows

Just For Fun, Kids, Life, Love, Music 10 Comments »

Simply amazing

[youtube=http://youtube.com/watch?v=ed9F4G5d8Qw]

A tip of my hat to Beuks for the heads up on this one

~m

A small, insignificant and relatively stinky Haiku for Bob

clothing, Computer, Family, fathers and daughters, Kids, Life, Love, Or not, Rants, Sleep, Truth, women 7 Comments »

How come you so big?

You scare my wife and keetons

Bobby try diet . . .

Sarah informed us that Bob would be returning for a few days.
His stay will be mercifully brief because he’s outta here on Sunday morning when we bring her back to school. {excuse me, college}
Bob is currently residing in the hallway upstairs.
I found that out last night (1:34am) when I was needlessly mugged by a dark-hooded Hollister sweatshirt on my way to the bathroom.

My only thought today was where in God’s name did the summer go?

I’ve already noticed a few brave trees offering up their chlorophyll, preparation for a special place on the ever popular New England Autumnal Palette.
The hands of time are moving too damn fast for me these days.
I just said ‘hello’ to summer and now I’m sadly saying ‘goodbye’.

And I hate that.

I really, really do.

Relinquishing my sacred seat on the porch has never been easy.
I used to love the fall but even that has changed for me; probably because the autumnal equinox is the natural pre-cursor to the personal arctic abomination I now refer to as “freekin’ winter”.

The past few days have kicked my ass but the computer is once again up and running and the ‘blue screen of death’ is but mere memory. Ahh . . . .
And thank my lucky stars because I can already hear Bob calling me for more space.

I promise to catch up on my “comment absence” by early next week.

keep the faith,

~m

PS. Happy Birthday, LiHo!!!!!!

Computer Blues

Computer 7 Comments »

Some nasty problems with my computer.
Be back shortly.
I hope . . .
~m

Back Seat

flash fiction, Life, Love, Or not, Ugly, weird, women 13 Comments »

I tried to write some “flash fiction” on the train today while limiting myself to less than 200 words but still telling a tidbit of a story story. {alright, actual count 202}
I’m posting it but still not sure if I actually like it.
You be the judge.
At any rate, it did make me write.
And sorry, it doesn’t end well.
***************

Fingers of moonlight caressed the deserted roof parking lot as she hurried to her car, the clip-clop of her stiletto heels blending seamlessly with the hum of the city below.
She’d stayed late, perhaps too late; a vain attempt to alter her nightly routine.
He was mean and jealous these days and she had the cigarette burns and bruises
to prove it.
After he first saw her dance, he immediately called her over.

I want you, was all he said.
He always got what he wanted.

She fumbled with her keys, hands shaking and out of breath, the tip-off call to the police still fresh on her mind.
He would be looking for her soon . . .

Once inside the safety of her car she pushed the ‘lock‘ button and let out a brief sigh of relief.
Turning the key she heard the incessant whirr of an engine that would never start.

God damn it, she thought, what the fuck do I do now?

The last thing she heard was the metallic click of a Zippo lighter from the back seat.
And people on the street looked up . . . listening to the steady sound of some distant car horn.

~m

Goodnight Irene

Angels, clothing, Family, Life, Love, Sleep, Trainride, Truth, weird 15 Comments »

On days that I open the store I’m on the train at 6AM and visiting the land of Nod by 6:15.
Early morning trains are relatively quiet and sleeping is an acquired and needed task I’ve grown quite used to utilizing.
It must be my internal clock but my eyes automatically open right after the train leaves the Yawkey stop (Fenway Park) and I’m still barely awake by the time we get to my stop at Back Bay which is only three minutes away.

The other morning I got up from my seat with all the zeal of an 85 year old man and made my way to the stairs leading to the nearest exit.
I saw a woman standing by the door waiting to get off when my heart stopped.
Though I could only see the left side of her face she looked just like my mother.
I know my mother is no longer here but I found it interesting, maybe even semi- sweet,
that the mere sight of another human being resembling her can still make my heart miss a beat.
This woman’s hair, her eyes, nose and the shape of her mouth; even her clothes all screamed my mother’s name.

She must have known I was staring because she suddenly looked up at me, almost through me, smiled and left the train.

Sleepwalking my way to work, I passed on my usual cup of coffee from Au Bon Pain.
I guess I was still a bit dazed from the surprise encounter I’d just had and decided to continue sleepwalking through the surreal fog,
my scattered memories trailing close behind me.

~m

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