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Humpty Dumpty fell on a pillow. My daughter’s rebirth.

Her loss was my story and collective guilt,  though I doubt it could have been written any other way.   The threads of our lives were  caught in a whirlwind spinning outward. With so many pages left unturned.

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Her life once existed as a mere thread, hinging upon other stories and other outcomes.    Fortunately grace was rendered in a quick thaw as the gathering cold was about to re-enter our lives.

The days now hung before us, as upon an icy fog;  it weighed us down and closed around us.   Shrouding secrets unknown and unbearable.  Now only memories challenged our dreams,  and painful new beginnings.    It was hard to know where we stood.

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No time to consider,  less time to love

Where did it go, these feelings and these thoughts.

The smell of a baby and the touch of compassion.

 

My daughter came and went into a smoldering sadness and by an act of Providence or natural destiny flowered into something special once again.   I remember her tears as much as her words and the knowledge that some things cannot be undone.

Regardless,  the convergence of our lives were manifest destiny and the whims of a mother could not permanently divide.

 

She grew to realize that the lies were silly and I didn’t need to infer,  rather Rachel was blessed both in name and in spirit.     Her experiences gave her light in the darkness and I doted upon her.   We filled in as many blanks as we could and the answers met expectations as seamlessly as possible.

And about that time,  was a movie that I had watched.  A father and daughter separated by adversity and reunited in love.   A father’s love is priceless.   This I know now but I also know that a gentle hand brings favor.

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The few moments I had in ‘88,   was like the black and white memories of an old show.  And at the moment of pitched blackness,  came the heralding of fulfillment.

 

Those few moments were like tiny seeds that fell deep into rich  soil and their maturity assured their health and their closure.  Both hers and then mine.

 

Life is sooooo good….

The Cat Stole the Cradle

The Cat’s On The Table. My cat arrived just the other day, it wanted to eat and it wanted to play.

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It was big enough that it could jump, it jumped on the table in an unusual way.  With all four feet in the flower vase it lept to the counter with agility and grace. She meowed at me and said with a smile can you do that and I said, “not by a mile.

She meowed at me when she fell of the stool she hit her head and began to drool. I said that was funny when she came to but I need to go off to the blasted zoo, when I got there, there she was flirting with a big red cock-a-too.

She meowed and said with a smile, Do you want to ride on a croc, I said not right now because I am on the clock.And as I swept out the Lion’s cage, my cat looked at me in a puzzled way.

She asked me, if I liked big cats and I said, ” not when they are behind me, not when they’re behind me.

 

And before I knew it the Lion crept up

it was behind me now, because I felt it’s breath.

 

I said to my cat, what do I do? She told me, that she didn’t know, but do I have fresh litter and plenty of food?  She said that with a cavalier tude.

The cats on the table and it is sleeping now it is snoring with the baby and I don’t know how.

But before I knew it, the big cat burped, my cat began to smile . My cat began to smile.

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Stockton Dirt Track – World of Outlaw Sprints

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This track should not be confused with the New Stockton 99 Speedway that has operated since 1947 and is part of a complex of tracks owned by Tony Noceti.    Located at the San Joaquin County Fairgrounds in Stockton, California offering dirt track events such as King of the West and World of Outlaws 410 winged sprint cars, USAC wingless sprint cars, AMA Pro Racing motorcycles, IMCA modifieds, & tractor pulls.

Stockton Dirt Track measures 3/8 of a mile located at the old horserace track at the San Joaquin County Fairgrounds.   The World of Outlaws Sprint Car Series is a big time event at any of the 50 or so sanctioned tracks across the United States and Canada.

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Go out and support the series and the track.    It is worth the money and the weather be fine.   See you there!

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We’re Not Going to Eat It. Oh no, these cats say, you eat it yourself.

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Here is my version of on Dee Snider’s.   “We’re Not Going to Eat it”.

We’re not going to eat it,

take that nasty stuff and beat it,

No, we’re not going to eat it anymore.

 

We’ve got the right to lose it,

we hope you’ll never use it

this is our guts, this is our life.

We’ll fight the Pet Store Owners

Don’t pick our food cause

You don’t know cats, you don’t know us.

 

We’re not going to eat it,

take that nasty stuff and beat it,

No, we’re not going to eat it anymore.

 

Oh you are so jaded

and got us so spaded,

We don’t want vets,  we don’t want that;

Your food is caustic and gross

nasty and regurgitated,

if you call that food,  you don’t know us.

 

Meow,  Meow,  Meow

Meow,  Meow,  Meow

That food is gross,

That food is gross.

My First Essay For The NewYork Times, The Motherlode: I Miss My Daddy. Divorce Stinks.”

Foghorn The IKonoclast:

Talk about hurt feelings. How do you tell a baby what to feel? Great piece. Thanks

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Come read my first essay in the New York Times, The Motherlode blog:

Because children take longer to adjust than the adults do,

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They gave all: Who were the Lejeune-based Marines killed in the military helicopter crash?

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They were known for their quiet professionalism and dedication. One recently received a high military honor for rendering aid to a wounded comrade in Afghanistan while under enemy fire.

The 11 service members who died in an Army Black Hawk helicopter crash Tuesday off the Florida Panhandle weren’t only a loss to their country. They leave behind wives, fiancees, parents, children and friends. They will be missed. And remembered.

Seven of those on the helicopter were Marines based at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. They have been identified. Four served with the Louisiana Army National Guard. Their names have not been released.

Marine Staff Sgt. Marcus “Marc” S. Bawol, 26

Theresa D. Hipple was thrilled her stepdaughter, Erika, planned to marry Bawol this October. After all, the Warren, Michigan, Marine “was an all-around wonderful guy — the kind of guy you would want your daughter to marry,” Theresa Hipple told The…

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Caveman Entertainment Network (CET). Bullies in a blender. Reality TV.

Me and my cavemen counterparts were drooling and scratching our nether regions when all of a sudden there arose such a clatter.   My friends and I are as dumb as a box of rocks and say,  “ugh, alot”.  Very profound commentary for us.  But we do have very strong opinions on everything including our cave chicks.  Errr,   Cave Ladies.

We have discussed boobs,  moobs and Jiffy Lube.   The last is a mystery still til this day.   And why do those cave ladies always make remarks that we can’t understand.    The size of our sticks to the best of my understanding.

Now that our cave darlings feel empowered they are making extensive ‘Honey Do Lists’.     We would rather brood in our so-called mancaves and listen to crickets harmonize by the lake than carve out holes in the walls,  to display their fossilized knick knacks.    Hell,  my old lady and I mean really old lady,  wears granny pants and panties.   Kind of like those basketball shorts in the NBA and cargo pants that are bloused and squared away.   Better than those sexy ladies with the hamburgers in their mouths,  if you ask me.

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But one thing that really bugged us and that is,  is wrastling fake?   Or any more fake than Reality TV?  For one,  does anyone believe that Rick’s son Corey actually knows anything about much except that handshake he does? I mean it is like in the hood with the gun thing.   I wonder if he has maybe a gatt or Tech-9.

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Now me and the cave morons all agree, that the Amish Mafia can’t be real because how can you commit arson on TV and get away with it.   And we wonder about his nice car.   Okay,  I got a horse and you got a Mercedes.  To be protected from what?   Teen girls smoking straw and overnight and illicit games of Scrabble?

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The most inane TV Series is a tie between about 100 Reality TV Shows and ‘The Match Game’ and Gene Rayburn’s microphone.   I am not sure if that is cattle prod for ‘The Butthole Surfers’  or that staff that Moses had in that movie where he was a Pharaoh in training.

As to any of the shows where they are breaking the law what do they think because doesn’t law enforcement have TVs too?  So,  those Moonshine dudes, are on TV and you figure that they would be all in jail by now.    And anyway what happened to the Shapely Sonja on ‘Operation Repo’?   I love that ghoulish makeup and her awesome hair!   Even Billy the Exterminator knows she is a hot ticket in a donut factory.    I do want Billy’s electric Tennis Racquets because I want to nail some churlish wasps while they are sleeping.

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When my brother and I were younger he was a rascal.   One day he hit a honey bee hive with a rock and those overly sensitive bees chased us down.   I got stung a few times but rightfully my brother got x10 as many.   Sheez.   Or the day we were playing with Scorpions.

Now why is it when you have shows like the fishing shows that they are always whining like middle school girls?   Cave dudes love to mock and deride other dudes on the deck when the head cave dude is watching WWE and eating Doritos, the insect flavored brands.

Greenhorns my butt,  it is easy to create drama when one does not get enough roe.   Roe this, roe that,  row your boat whiner boy!   In the Storage Wars,  you have Brandi and Yuuuuuuuuup.    The rest is as staged as the Cowardly Lion biting his tail.

But if you want a real classy show,  you have that ‘Ginger’  with the hot ass cave chicks and their good manners.   That poor boy is probably for real,  like they are not my family.    The older guys are just as lame,  still trying to figure out their Tom-Toms and lava lamps.

Could you imagine one of them on a speed date?   “I  like chewing toe bacco and Cave wall porn.”    “My brother’s sister sure does like fyn!” Grunt!!!

I wonder if their National Anthem is Cocaine?   I mean cave dudes are in control of one thing and that is their TV remote controls and their ten foot satellite dishes.   I wonder if Cave chicks had tramp stamps?