As we enjoyed the company of our close friends from the north, chatting around the dinner table, laughing at some of the earlier years' silliness, we wonder do the others in those memories, cherish them as we do. It seems one path leads to another and another, we could laugh and cry forever.
As we filled our midsections to the limit, conversations of the Fred's News old timers surface. The "Brothers", Ray, Fred T., the last two still alive, Happy and George Phanuef, all part of our laughter. Once a week all the old guys would head out to a different restaurant, gorge themselves, have a few drinks, heading back to Fred's News for their afternoon round table discussions of politics, money, gossip (worse then some of their female counterparts), and just a lot of bull crap. They'd discuss their meal, thumbs up or thumbs down, plan and plot the next week's excursion. Their only complaint, one of them needed to be the designated driver. Trouble was, thye all wanted a few drinks. As the light bulbs in their heads turned on..."let's find someone who doesn't drink"....Oops, Mr. Bill walks through the back door, "Hey Bill you wanna go to lunch next week, you can drive Happy's car?" A big-ass "Pepere" car that could fit all the old farts, Bill kind of, sort of....agreed.
Mr. Bill's take on lunch...."they would search far and wide, wanting to get the most for their money." The Egg-Nazi often questioning, "Why the hell do you order spaghetti and meatballs at a seafood place." Happy, never changing the dead-pan look on his face, "because I like it!" The guys also talked, laughed, drank, flirted, like many old-farts do, but as the food arrived...an eerie silence emerged. Eating a serious business, Mr. Bill, amazed, "they never spoke, they consumed, as if they were feeding machines." As the stories goes...during one of these feeding frenzies, silence is broken, someone passes wind....not a breeze, but a loud stiff, ugly gale. Mr. Bill laughing uncontrollably, now realizes, he is the only one laughing, they are still shoveling in the vittles, at a disturbing pace. Other patrons assuming, the Egg-Nazi's laughter can mean one thing only, he is the culprit. Slightly embarrassed, he resumes the feeding frenzy as well, hoping others have yet to realize what has just occurred. As the "wind" reaches other areas of the restaurant, Mr. Bill now realizes all eyes are on him. "What else could I do?" he laments, "we finished the meal, paid and left." As they reached the "Pepere car", the other members of the group burst into laughter recalling what had just occurred. All wished they had a camera, the picture of Mr. Bill's face, as the fart aroma eeked into every corner of the establishment, would of been priceless. Mr. Bill's first and last day as designated driver!
Monday, January 10, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
It's a Mouse...No, Mice!
Just heard, about nine inches of new snow has fallen on Connecticut. Keep it please! Although there is a stiff northwesterly breeze today, keeping a nip in the air, the Florida sunshine says it all. If you are lucky enough to sit in a protected area, the sun will melt away all the aches and pains, chilly weather brings. This morning I was sipping a bit of hot green tea, laced with orange blossom honey, just pondering the day, and soaking up the rays coming through the kitchen window. Since the weather this season has had its' ups and downs, the intriguing darkness of the backyard preserve, now opened to the elements. The once lush canopy of tropical foliage, now slowly decaying on the floor of the preserve, yet still serving a purposeful "life", the much needed cold weather insulation for the fragile wildlife that call the preserve, their home. I watched as little mice scurried in and out of the leaf floor, searching for breakfast. They move in patterns that are mind boggling, yet understandable. They are searching for sustenance much like, the bald eagle, mighty owls and long clawed osprey, circling overhead. Without the leaf cover, the little rodents will be breakfast for the feathered hunters.
The little field mice of New England, enjoy a much better winter life. If they are luck enough to be near "civilization", the walls and basements of nearby homes, make a great winter vacation, protecting all from the elements. If they play they cards right, the "owners" will never know they are around. If they become greedy, the "war" begins! Although the cold and snow are outside, "humankind" a fearsome foe!
Fred's News, with it's old stone foundation, easy for the taking, yet the "humankind", quite a nasty adversary. Mr. Bill joked," peanut butter and bacon, slathered on the trap, irresistible!" The record number of itsy bitsy mice caught in just under seven day, eight! That crew of rodents were either stupid, had a passion for the peanut butter-bacon concoction, or the one thing we do know...they sure weren't visual learners.
One winter, looking for traps, trying to remember the last place they were used, I reach for the damn thing, only to find a little mouse sitting right next to it. Hmmm........could it still smell the peanut butter-bacon thing, was the trap's last victim...a family member (OMG...shades of Bambi...where has Mommy gone!) or was it just waiting for a refill? Stupid questions, yes, but you never know what goes through these little critters minds, we know what goes through my mind, absolutely craziness...dear God is this what old age and menopause have done to me! I'll take the peanut butter and bacon!
The little field mice of New England, enjoy a much better winter life. If they are luck enough to be near "civilization", the walls and basements of nearby homes, make a great winter vacation, protecting all from the elements. If they play they cards right, the "owners" will never know they are around. If they become greedy, the "war" begins! Although the cold and snow are outside, "humankind" a fearsome foe!
Fred's News, with it's old stone foundation, easy for the taking, yet the "humankind", quite a nasty adversary. Mr. Bill joked," peanut butter and bacon, slathered on the trap, irresistible!" The record number of itsy bitsy mice caught in just under seven day, eight! That crew of rodents were either stupid, had a passion for the peanut butter-bacon concoction, or the one thing we do know...they sure weren't visual learners.
One winter, looking for traps, trying to remember the last place they were used, I reach for the damn thing, only to find a little mouse sitting right next to it. Hmmm........could it still smell the peanut butter-bacon thing, was the trap's last victim...a family member (OMG...shades of Bambi...where has Mommy gone!) or was it just waiting for a refill? Stupid questions, yes, but you never know what goes through these little critters minds, we know what goes through my mind, absolutely craziness...dear God is this what old age and menopause have done to me! I'll take the peanut butter and bacon!
Friday, January 7, 2011
Friends Arriving...fun time!
Beautiful day, but a tad bit on the cool side. Considering the forecast for the Northeast, we take the nip in the air, warmed a bit by the always shining, Florida sun. We are looking forward to our first house guests of the 2011. Mr. Bill's best buddy Ward, arriving tomorrow in the AM for a few days. Hopefully the impending snow storm in the North, not wreaking havoc with travel schedules.
We laughed about that this morning over coffee, remembering how winter vacations always seemed to be changed due to snow. Amazing, it doesn't snow for days or weeks, but plan on flying out months in advance, sure as hell, snow wind, all sorts of natural disasters, arrive on departure day! Of course our vacations usually took place during the months after the holidays, for obvious reasons, a definite slow down in business due to weather, paying off holiday debts and those ever hopeful New Year's resolution of eating healthier, losing weight and saving a few dollars. So business usually dropped off until will power dwindled, boredom of being shut in during the cold winter or the first income tax refunds arrived. Yippee...money, money, money...no more hibernation, splurge on food!
A number of years ago, long before our move and a few years before our youngest son became a Disney Cast Member, Mr. Bill Ward, myself and friends Doris and Patty decide to head to Disney for a week. We would drive, renting a large Cadillac, allowing for leg room and comfort. As usual, the departure date set, everyone on the brink of excitement, anticipation and an early January storm producing over a foot of snow, socks in the little Town of Sprague and most other major metropolitan areas in the I-95 corridor. Not to be outwitted, Big Joe Lussier with his snow plow, cleans out the driveway allowing a get-a-way, with a drive straight through. Leaving in the evening, I remember hitting Washington D.C., thinking alleluia, we made it. Quite the trip we still laugh and talk as we remember the "finer" points of the vacation. Mr. Bill and Ward just "newbies" at the game of golf, Doris, Patty and I off to do whatever as the the two honed their golf skills.
Now, almost twenty years later, Mr. Bill and Ward, still attempting to hone their skills, as for myself, honing is on the back burner, career calls first. Hopefully, with the impending warmer weather. some stretching exercises, and walking, I won't hurt myself with the first swing. But it is with great anticipation we welcome our friend Ward, the buddies have weathered much over the past months...now a time of renewed health and fun!
We laughed about that this morning over coffee, remembering how winter vacations always seemed to be changed due to snow. Amazing, it doesn't snow for days or weeks, but plan on flying out months in advance, sure as hell, snow wind, all sorts of natural disasters, arrive on departure day! Of course our vacations usually took place during the months after the holidays, for obvious reasons, a definite slow down in business due to weather, paying off holiday debts and those ever hopeful New Year's resolution of eating healthier, losing weight and saving a few dollars. So business usually dropped off until will power dwindled, boredom of being shut in during the cold winter or the first income tax refunds arrived. Yippee...money, money, money...no more hibernation, splurge on food!
A number of years ago, long before our move and a few years before our youngest son became a Disney Cast Member, Mr. Bill Ward, myself and friends Doris and Patty decide to head to Disney for a week. We would drive, renting a large Cadillac, allowing for leg room and comfort. As usual, the departure date set, everyone on the brink of excitement, anticipation and an early January storm producing over a foot of snow, socks in the little Town of Sprague and most other major metropolitan areas in the I-95 corridor. Not to be outwitted, Big Joe Lussier with his snow plow, cleans out the driveway allowing a get-a-way, with a drive straight through. Leaving in the evening, I remember hitting Washington D.C., thinking alleluia, we made it. Quite the trip we still laugh and talk as we remember the "finer" points of the vacation. Mr. Bill and Ward just "newbies" at the game of golf, Doris, Patty and I off to do whatever as the the two honed their golf skills.
Now, almost twenty years later, Mr. Bill and Ward, still attempting to hone their skills, as for myself, honing is on the back burner, career calls first. Hopefully, with the impending warmer weather. some stretching exercises, and walking, I won't hurt myself with the first swing. But it is with great anticipation we welcome our friend Ward, the buddies have weathered much over the past months...now a time of renewed health and fun!
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Memories up in Smoke
Talking with old friend Dave from North Franklin, he always comments on the headlines in the local newspaper. Fire in Norwich leaves ....homeless. Again, Norwich and its' surrounding towns have definitely changed. With the arrival of the casinos, new people call the area home, Sprague no different than many larger cities. As the the textile industry waned, people moved on. Now much the same can be said for Sprague's other business..paper.
Sprague in its' prime was a mini-city, a destination. We have touched briefly on this a number of times before. The old Baltic Mill or it's "yard" a once thriving industry, long past its' prime, now the empty lot, a mere reminder of it's former glory. Looking at photos, of old historic castles in Northern Ireland, compliments of long times Fred's News friends, the Loughhead family, these castles, now open to the elements stand as reminders of Northern Ireland's past. The Baltic Mil,l before demolition, was just such a reminder.
Looking back to the years before the fire, many a local kid used the old mill and the grounds as their own personal playground. Much like an old haunted house beckoning inquisitive minds, the mill was forced to reveal many of its' "secret" passages. The majority of young people that probed the empty walls of the mill, were warned many times over, "do not go there, you can get hurt, it is private property...yada, yada, yada." Conversations along those lines only increased the appetite for further exploration. My children, no exception, found excitement sneaking into the sleuth-ways, walking through, the now dormant gigantic intake fans. By some of the "treasures" they returned home with, others frequented those areas as well, perhaps even a few local homeless, sought refuge inside the vacant "castle".
The early morning regulars at Fred's News often spoke of the mill, in all it's glory. They traded "shop" stories, showed now faded photos of life "inside the walls" of the giant complex. Jokingly, they traded barbs of "who were the best workers", and the "family" antics or twenty, thirty or forty years of the daily grind, but sorrow showed in many of the eyes, as conversations turned to the destruction of the mill.
As fire consumed the structure, thick black smoke swirling towards the heavens, news cameras capturing every moment of the ill-fated structure's demise, perhaps those very cameras should have turned to the saddened faces of the by-standers...many with tears rolling slowly down their cheeks, as if their memories of the life and good times had been burned from their hearts and minds.
Sprague in its' prime was a mini-city, a destination. We have touched briefly on this a number of times before. The old Baltic Mill or it's "yard" a once thriving industry, long past its' prime, now the empty lot, a mere reminder of it's former glory. Looking at photos, of old historic castles in Northern Ireland, compliments of long times Fred's News friends, the Loughhead family, these castles, now open to the elements stand as reminders of Northern Ireland's past. The Baltic Mil,l before demolition, was just such a reminder.
Looking back to the years before the fire, many a local kid used the old mill and the grounds as their own personal playground. Much like an old haunted house beckoning inquisitive minds, the mill was forced to reveal many of its' "secret" passages. The majority of young people that probed the empty walls of the mill, were warned many times over, "do not go there, you can get hurt, it is private property...yada, yada, yada." Conversations along those lines only increased the appetite for further exploration. My children, no exception, found excitement sneaking into the sleuth-ways, walking through, the now dormant gigantic intake fans. By some of the "treasures" they returned home with, others frequented those areas as well, perhaps even a few local homeless, sought refuge inside the vacant "castle".
The early morning regulars at Fred's News often spoke of the mill, in all it's glory. They traded "shop" stories, showed now faded photos of life "inside the walls" of the giant complex. Jokingly, they traded barbs of "who were the best workers", and the "family" antics or twenty, thirty or forty years of the daily grind, but sorrow showed in many of the eyes, as conversations turned to the destruction of the mill.
As fire consumed the structure, thick black smoke swirling towards the heavens, news cameras capturing every moment of the ill-fated structure's demise, perhaps those very cameras should have turned to the saddened faces of the by-standers...many with tears rolling slowly down their cheeks, as if their memories of the life and good times had been burned from their hearts and minds.
Monday, January 3, 2011
"Make it Good..Kid!"
After reading my morning paper, enjoying a "spot of tea", (missing Fred's News coffee), my mind began pulling apart a weekly column that appears every Monday in our local paper.."Below the Beltway" written weekly by Gene Weingarten, today explores the age old question....who make better drivers...Women or Men. Much like the age old question, "Which came first, the chicken or the egg?" people will, because they can, argue the finer points of these questions.
Fred's News, although located in a small New England town, witnessed many driving, near disasters. Mostly fender benders, some borderline serious, some unavoidable, others absolutely the product of stupidity. Reading back over some of my older blogs, we have shared a few just in passing.
Again we mention "the Brothers" and their nephew, "Johann, the Nephew..Great", but this time it is Johann's younger brother...whom we shall simply call Chris. Chris lived with the parents in California, but just a few months over the age of sixteen, he came for a visit, actually spending the summer months at his great uncles.."the Brothers". I might also mention, there were two great aunts, "the Brothers'," sisters.This made a grand total of four siblings living in the same family homestead, just as they had done their entire lives. The "Sisters" two lovely older women, ran the household...impeccably! Upon arriving into this household, Chris was treated, by all four siblings, much as they treated his brother, "Johann the Nephew..Great", as the child none of them ever had. It was their time to spoil, dote and be at Chris' beck and call. He loved it! Chris did not have his driver's license..yet. "oh please teach me to drive, please, please!" he begged Uncle Fred....one of "the Brothers". Uncle Fred, after a lengthy false protests, agrees. His new Sterling car would never be the same. Johann, the Nephew...Great, tried to convince Uncle Fred, he really should re-think this decision. Uncle Fred reminded him of the time they headed to Boston, Massachusetts. As the story goes, Uncle Fred drove the first leg of the journey, after doing whatever it was they were suppose to be doing in Boston, Uncle Fred throws the keys to Johann, the Nephew..Great. "Take me home, I am too tired to drive, be careful, I want to arrive in one piece, don't wake me until we are in the driveway..HOME!" Needless to say, Johann, the Nephew..Great is thrilled, so off they go. Uncle Fred in la-la land almost immediately, Johann the Nephew..Great, at the the controls. Two hours later Uncle Fred awakens..."Where the hell are we?" he questions. Johann, the Nephew..Great, "Don't know Uncle, I don't recognize anything. Thought if I kept driving something would look familiar." For the record, they were in New Hampshire, two hours north of Boston, instead of southwest in Connecticut.
Uncle Fred did teach Chris to drive that summer, his new Sterling suffering some minor damage as they pulled into a spot directly in front of Fred's News. Having pulled to far forward, blocking the driveway, Uncle Fred directs Chris, "Back up fool, you are blocking the driveway, be careful, make it good, everybody is watching!" Chris did make it good, sideswiping the telephone pole on the edge of the driveway, putting a rather large, threw the paint, down to the quick, scratch, along the passenger side of the new Sterling. As everyone watched they drove forward, again, Uncle Fred's arms going in every direction as he is screaming at Chris. Once parked, they entered Fred's News, Chris looking highly embarrassed, Uncle Fred asking for something stronger than ice tea. Good to his word, when it was time to go, he handed the keys to Chris, "Make it good kid, everybody is watching! Chris did get his license, Uncle Fred's Sterling...a new paint job!
Fred's News, although located in a small New England town, witnessed many driving, near disasters. Mostly fender benders, some borderline serious, some unavoidable, others absolutely the product of stupidity. Reading back over some of my older blogs, we have shared a few just in passing.
Again we mention "the Brothers" and their nephew, "Johann, the Nephew..Great", but this time it is Johann's younger brother...whom we shall simply call Chris. Chris lived with the parents in California, but just a few months over the age of sixteen, he came for a visit, actually spending the summer months at his great uncles.."the Brothers". I might also mention, there were two great aunts, "the Brothers'," sisters.This made a grand total of four siblings living in the same family homestead, just as they had done their entire lives. The "Sisters" two lovely older women, ran the household...impeccably! Upon arriving into this household, Chris was treated, by all four siblings, much as they treated his brother, "Johann the Nephew..Great", as the child none of them ever had. It was their time to spoil, dote and be at Chris' beck and call. He loved it! Chris did not have his driver's license..yet. "oh please teach me to drive, please, please!" he begged Uncle Fred....one of "the Brothers". Uncle Fred, after a lengthy false protests, agrees. His new Sterling car would never be the same. Johann, the Nephew...Great, tried to convince Uncle Fred, he really should re-think this decision. Uncle Fred reminded him of the time they headed to Boston, Massachusetts. As the story goes, Uncle Fred drove the first leg of the journey, after doing whatever it was they were suppose to be doing in Boston, Uncle Fred throws the keys to Johann, the Nephew..Great. "Take me home, I am too tired to drive, be careful, I want to arrive in one piece, don't wake me until we are in the driveway..HOME!" Needless to say, Johann, the Nephew..Great is thrilled, so off they go. Uncle Fred in la-la land almost immediately, Johann the Nephew..Great, at the the controls. Two hours later Uncle Fred awakens..."Where the hell are we?" he questions. Johann, the Nephew..Great, "Don't know Uncle, I don't recognize anything. Thought if I kept driving something would look familiar." For the record, they were in New Hampshire, two hours north of Boston, instead of southwest in Connecticut.
Uncle Fred did teach Chris to drive that summer, his new Sterling suffering some minor damage as they pulled into a spot directly in front of Fred's News. Having pulled to far forward, blocking the driveway, Uncle Fred directs Chris, "Back up fool, you are blocking the driveway, be careful, make it good, everybody is watching!" Chris did make it good, sideswiping the telephone pole on the edge of the driveway, putting a rather large, threw the paint, down to the quick, scratch, along the passenger side of the new Sterling. As everyone watched they drove forward, again, Uncle Fred's arms going in every direction as he is screaming at Chris. Once parked, they entered Fred's News, Chris looking highly embarrassed, Uncle Fred asking for something stronger than ice tea. Good to his word, when it was time to go, he handed the keys to Chris, "Make it good kid, everybody is watching! Chris did get his license, Uncle Fred's Sterling...a new paint job!
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Fishing Fun....for Treasure or Fish!
Gorgeous weather today. Mid seventies, partly cloudy, my day off! What's with that! Crappy weather is usually the norm on those days. New year, new start, new weather patterns....could be!
Mr. Bill, off to work at the golf course for a few hours, usually starts the morning gung-ho, but by mid afternoon, zapped of strength. I often remind him, his treatments are more immunotherapy, meaning his immune system is being pushed to its' very limits, fighting hard...it needs a rest by mid afternoon. The Egg-Nazi often ponders, "Thank God I am not standing at the grill for five plus hours...no way would I be able to do it!" Those were his first thoughts a few weeks back. Today, a much more positive attitude....."Guess if we were at Fred's News, I do what I have to do!" WooHoo...survivor mode!
Late yesterday, Mr. Bill was watching a fishing in Florida program. Yes, he loves to fish, casually mentions all the fishing he did while working at Fred's News. We now have Grace and Roger not too far away, Roger an avid fisherman. Mr. Bill now determined to go out with Roger on Gulf. I'd say by now Grace and Roger are ready to return to Florida warmth, after a blustery New England holiday visit!
The show he was actually watching was surf fishing on the Gulf Coast...looks like great fun. I like to fish and go crabbing, something we did during the warm summers along the Connecticut shore. Our sons, at a much younger age, enjoyed crabbing in Mystic as well as in the brackish waters of the Thames River in the Uncasville area. I think the thrill was more in "the hunt" than the actual consumption of the catch. Their childhood years were spent canvasing the banks of the Shetucket River, fishing, searching for "treasures." One summer, those "found treasures" were bottles, all kinds washed up on the banks. Most were discarded liquor bottles of various shapes and sizes, all were quickly scoffed up by the boys. Mom's food coloring mixed with water and a shot of Mr. Bill's shaving creme, were all that was needed to create a colorful window display. Actually the sun shining through these odd shaped, colorful bottles, tightly capped of course, did produce great interior decorations for their rooms. Only after the Egg-Nazi accidentally knocked one off the window sill during a vacuuming of Matt and Todd's room, did the entire collection head for the trash. It wasn't the breakage that concerned us, but the odor that permeated throughout the entire house. Bottled up water, food coloring, shaving creme, fermenting for weeks in glorious sunshine.....definitely obnoxious gas warfare as it exploded!
Mr. Bill, off to work at the golf course for a few hours, usually starts the morning gung-ho, but by mid afternoon, zapped of strength. I often remind him, his treatments are more immunotherapy, meaning his immune system is being pushed to its' very limits, fighting hard...it needs a rest by mid afternoon. The Egg-Nazi often ponders, "Thank God I am not standing at the grill for five plus hours...no way would I be able to do it!" Those were his first thoughts a few weeks back. Today, a much more positive attitude....."Guess if we were at Fred's News, I do what I have to do!" WooHoo...survivor mode!
Late yesterday, Mr. Bill was watching a fishing in Florida program. Yes, he loves to fish, casually mentions all the fishing he did while working at Fred's News. We now have Grace and Roger not too far away, Roger an avid fisherman. Mr. Bill now determined to go out with Roger on Gulf. I'd say by now Grace and Roger are ready to return to Florida warmth, after a blustery New England holiday visit!
The show he was actually watching was surf fishing on the Gulf Coast...looks like great fun. I like to fish and go crabbing, something we did during the warm summers along the Connecticut shore. Our sons, at a much younger age, enjoyed crabbing in Mystic as well as in the brackish waters of the Thames River in the Uncasville area. I think the thrill was more in "the hunt" than the actual consumption of the catch. Their childhood years were spent canvasing the banks of the Shetucket River, fishing, searching for "treasures." One summer, those "found treasures" were bottles, all kinds washed up on the banks. Most were discarded liquor bottles of various shapes and sizes, all were quickly scoffed up by the boys. Mom's food coloring mixed with water and a shot of Mr. Bill's shaving creme, were all that was needed to create a colorful window display. Actually the sun shining through these odd shaped, colorful bottles, tightly capped of course, did produce great interior decorations for their rooms. Only after the Egg-Nazi accidentally knocked one off the window sill during a vacuuming of Matt and Todd's room, did the entire collection head for the trash. It wasn't the breakage that concerned us, but the odor that permeated throughout the entire house. Bottled up water, food coloring, shaving creme, fermenting for weeks in glorious sunshine.....definitely obnoxious gas warfare as it exploded!
Saturday, January 1, 2011
No Resolutions for Me!
May you all have a wonderful New Year, filled with love, health, happiness and hope! To all who have made resolutions, we wish you success! That coming from one of the BIGGEST procrastinators that ever walked the face of the earth. So bad is the issue, I refer to myself as someone who works well under pressure! Dear God I find excuses for procrastinating, yet it all gets done. Amazing! Maybe I have reached the age where I can 't remember if it all gets done or not, in any event who cares! Have I ever made a New Years' resolution? Absolutely! Have I ever followed through is a more appropriate question. Follow through depends on a number of things: first and foremost, experts say twenty one days is all it takes to establish a new habit...that's bull-poop! Every year during the Fred's News years, I made a promise to myself; I will not procrastinate, I will not procrastinate, I will not procras........! Much like a grammar school punishment, I will not write on the desk, I will not write on the desk, one hundred times over....doesn't do it for me. So, I have concluded, twenty-one days of doing the same thing over and over, is boring, I hate myself for it. Another words...I set myself up for failure...stupid ass!
I have found it is better to prioritize.....the obvious, most important first! We all agree, fun things should be first and there again as a procrastinator, I always have that option...don"t I? A constant battle is always raging within...do I really have too? That of course is always followed by the big WHY? After years of self-analysis my findings...mostly the procrastination has to do with myself.....If I promise someone I will do something...I do, I think I do...if I don't please call me on that...maybe I forgot.....or is it another form of putting things off..EEK..procrastinating again!
On the other hand the Egg-Nazi says: "You are the most stubborn person I have ever met!" Actually my sub-conscience refers to it as DETERMINED! My theory "I have reached the ripe age (notice no old in there)of fifty-eight, have raised an entire family of the male species, Fred the Dog (male) included in that, worked 24/7 for twenty-three years with my best friend, husband and soul-mate.....have resisted the desire to "do him in" many times over, including the children and the dog , just for a moments peace. Each year I was asked by my loving family "What do you want for your birthday". First and foremost, the day off, alone; no questions that need immediate answers; no problems that have or are in the process of occurring, short of one of their impending "deaths" (A bit dramatic, maybe), and if any of those things occur, I don't want to have to "fix" or know about them, until the next day. Of course all bets are off if there is an impending death! There again a bit dramatic! Now the way I see this issue, having NEVER received my birthday wish, I am not the only procrastinator that came from that household....or, hmmm, "Did I raise a houseful of procrastinators?"...."Did I really ask for that present or do I just think I did?"........"Did I have good intentions, and put off asking for another year or did I procrastinate?" Self analysis, SUCKS! Sorry Mr. G, I know you hate that phrase.
As for my family, I adore them, the best in the world, I love them to "infinity and beyond", I wish them success, love, health happiness, I never procrastinate on letting them know my feelings....and I do it often, so I won't forget. Did I make a New Years' Resolution.....Nope, don't like to fail...I am a survivor..ask the male species of the family...minus Fred the Dog...God love 'em!
I have found it is better to prioritize.....the obvious, most important first! We all agree, fun things should be first and there again as a procrastinator, I always have that option...don"t I? A constant battle is always raging within...do I really have too? That of course is always followed by the big WHY? After years of self-analysis my findings...mostly the procrastination has to do with myself.....If I promise someone I will do something...I do, I think I do...if I don't please call me on that...maybe I forgot.....or is it another form of putting things off..EEK..procrastinating again!
On the other hand the Egg-Nazi says: "You are the most stubborn person I have ever met!" Actually my sub-conscience refers to it as DETERMINED! My theory "I have reached the ripe age (notice no old in there)of fifty-eight, have raised an entire family of the male species, Fred the Dog (male) included in that, worked 24/7 for twenty-three years with my best friend, husband and soul-mate.....have resisted the desire to "do him in" many times over, including the children and the dog , just for a moments peace. Each year I was asked by my loving family "What do you want for your birthday". First and foremost, the day off, alone; no questions that need immediate answers; no problems that have or are in the process of occurring, short of one of their impending "deaths" (A bit dramatic, maybe), and if any of those things occur, I don't want to have to "fix" or know about them, until the next day. Of course all bets are off if there is an impending death! There again a bit dramatic! Now the way I see this issue, having NEVER received my birthday wish, I am not the only procrastinator that came from that household....or, hmmm, "Did I raise a houseful of procrastinators?"...."Did I really ask for that present or do I just think I did?"........"Did I have good intentions, and put off asking for another year or did I procrastinate?" Self analysis, SUCKS! Sorry Mr. G, I know you hate that phrase.
As for my family, I adore them, the best in the world, I love them to "infinity and beyond", I wish them success, love, health happiness, I never procrastinate on letting them know my feelings....and I do it often, so I won't forget. Did I make a New Years' Resolution.....Nope, don't like to fail...I am a survivor..ask the male species of the family...minus Fred the Dog...God love 'em!
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