Age Old Tradition

        I did my annual moral gathering on Sunday morning. It seems like I'm good for one day in the woods for this type of hunting and then I tend to lose interest. Moral hunting was instilled in us as children when we would all go out as a family and look for these tasty treats. I still remember those days, because the air was cleaner and the woods were a place to explore and find all the wonderful things that made you even more curious than you were before. We would get on our hands and knees looking underneath all the umbrella weeds looking for morals....I'm not sure why we thought they grew under them...maybe dad just wanted to get us out of his hair for a while while he looked. We didn't care though....we were outside doing stuff that kids should be doing. I'm so glad I didn't grow up in today's age....We didn't have the choice to stay in and play video games because we didn't own one. They didn't even have video table tennis yet. Yeah those were the good ole days. Pack up a sack lunch and head on into the woods for hours at a time. And I don't even remember my feet hurting when it was all over. (Unlike Sundays adventure)

My Dad and my brother Scott and myself went out for about 5 hours and this is what we found:


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So  you would think we were finding gold in order to stay out there for 5 hours and only finding that little few of shrooms. Dad and Scott will go out again a bunch more times before there all gone....but like I said...I lose interest after awhile....I do enjoy being in the woods but my eyes aren't what they used to be and neither is my back or neck or every other muscle in my body....I was beginning to wish I would have brought my blanket to just curl up and have a nap about half way though our escapade. But I figured if my dad was doing this...I could stick it out and do it too.

My brother Scott and my Dad are so darn good at finding these things, I am seriously jealous of this skill. We have this thing we do when we are hunting shrooms....when you find one , you whistle....not a big whistle...just a soft little whistle to tell the others that are with you that you found one. This way your not yelling in the woods..."Hey I found one...and then next thing you know, you are encircled by people as far as the eye can see. :) (Seriously...it happens...kind of)

But anyways...every time I hear him whistle....I tend to just work my way over next to him and say..."wheres it at.".."I want to see it in the ground so I can get my eyes adjusted". (really I just want to see if theres any more around....I figure if there is one, there must be more.)  Scott says..."its right there"...and points to it. "And theres another one...make that three" he says with a bit of pride in his voice....I seriously got down on my knees and looked for a whole damn minute before I found the first one....and he even pointed it out to me....and hes finding these things standing up from 10 feet away. I usually  find them when I am sitting down resting and then I usually think to myself.....Even a blind squirrel finds a nut every now and then.

Sunday was probably my best day hunting black morals. I probably found 11...maybe 12...the rest Scott and Dad found. So I thought I would give you all a test and ow you would do...and trust me when I tell you this is a easy test...but it still may be fun for you. You find the morals in the pictures below. Meanwhile I am going to fry me us some good ole shrooms.

I even enlarged the picture for your viewing but for some reason could not turn them upright so you will need to cock your neck a bit and if it takes you awhile to find them...you might end up with a stiff neck....it will actually be like you almost went hunting for them for 5 hours. :)

And Im...Feelin Good

So ....I went to get a massage today.
I have had this pain in my neck for about a month now (aside from Kim I that is...shes more of a pain in my lower back region or just below it anyway )  anyway... I decided to try and get rid of it by massage therapy. The stiffness or pain in the neck area makes you  feel like Frankenstein or something because you cant turn to look at anything without turning your whole body. Ive had people ask me ..."Is there something wrong with your neck?" I usually say "No stupid....I am just practicing for the  Zombie Apocalypse.
Why do people always ask the obvious questions?

Getting a massage came with some reservation also...the last time I went to this place, the woman therapist would not shut up and I ended up not enjoying it at all. This time I specified..."No Talking"...I kind of hated asking for that because it sounds like I'm asking for the paid help to just serve and don't talk... well....I guess I am asking for that  ha ha ...but really I just didn't want to hear about the life and times of Suzy the massage therapist when I am just paying her to hurt me a little and pleasure me alot....whoa....let me rephrase that...relax me alot...yeah that sounds better. This was a reputable place I assure you. :)

At first I felt awkward being in a room alone with another woman especially when she told me to undress and lay on the bed and that she would be back in after a couple of minutes.That's when things really felt strange for me. Ok maybe I am dramatizing it a bit but....you get my drift....another woman is going to be touching  95 percent of my body...I mean ...parts of my body that my wife wont touch even if I paid her to. Trust me I have tried to get her to rub my feet and her reply is always the same....ewww...don't be gross. :)  Maybe if I knew this person better it wouldn't be so weird...I dont know...but it just was.
After she left , I started having a panic attack because....I wasn't sure if I should get fully undressed or not...I mean do I get like buck naked....or do I leave my socks on?  I couldn't remember what I did last time. I was thinking....If I did get buck wild naked on her...would she take that as something other than me just wanting to be relaxed in my most natural state? And if I left my skiveys and socks on, would she think I am a rookie or maybe even some kind of geek getting his pleasure just by having another woman touch him?
 I was seriously freaking out. So I did what I thought was the right thing to do.
Buck wild it was!!
I never liked being called a geek :) Besides...I'm covered with a sheet anyway right? She didn't scream when she found out that I was naked so I can only assume it was alright....Now had she seen me naked it might have scared her into a new profession Im sure. :)

Anyway...The massage was both a mix of pleasure and pain. This lady was a brute with a soft touch...I could feel her strength in her arms and I only had to tell her to back off a couple of times....and once she realised that I was a mere baby in a grown mans body, it went pretty smooth after that. But after all was said and done....I felt like a Million bucks...I could turn my head to both directions with no problem. And to be honest...I was a happier man. I could sense a hop in my step that wasn't there before. A feeling of conquering the world over came me so I went to the casino (ok gaming center) where I won 30 bucks before I left....I'm telling you it was almost perfect day....and I say almost because I had to make my next massage appointment for next week instead of tomorrow (bummer)....they were all booked up for tomorrow.

Touched by an Angel

       Dreams are so very hard to describe sometimes, partly because sometimes they don't make no sense , and partly because we cannot understand all the details that would put the story all together for us. I had a dream the other night about Timberly and I am writing this so that I don't forget about it. Its the first time I ever woke up crying from a dream. So don't try and make any sense of it because its useless...well some of it is anyway.

       Kim and I were in this safe house or something. We were doing chores around the house and I remember not being happy at that time but we had the attitude that we would just do whatever we had to do. (Not sure why we were there at this point)
It was a while later that I was standing next to the stairwell that went down to the basement (I assume it was the basement)  when I saw Kim and someone else (not sure who) helping Timberly up the stairs. I was startled when I saw her because I was not expecting to see her. As I said...I wasn't sure why we were there but I do know that it wasn't because Timberly was coming to see us. I was so taken back when I saw her that I didn't really notice how she looked  completely, but I did know that she looked very tired and a little white.
     I immediately grabbed her and hugged her and said  "OMG I cant believe your here"  I layed her down on the floor next to the stairwell so she could rest. I saw the tears in her eyes and she wasn't a bit worried about her condition. I knew the tears in her eyes were tears of Joy and I'm sure she saw my tears as well. With tears in her eyes she reached her hand up to my cheek and said " I'm touching you"

I  awoke.

        I was so stunned by what she said let alone the fact that I just had a dream about Timber.     (That don't happen enough for me). This is only the second time it has happened.
I immediately started questioning what she meant by" I'm touching You"
Did she just mean that she couldn't believe she was touching me....or did she mean she was touching me and that's why so many great things have happened to me since she left? I started thinking about how she said it and the tone she used when she said it to understand what exactly she meant by that. I honestly believe that it is the later. I believe that she just wanted me to know that she is watching me and has my back.  The look in her eyes is really why I think that and it was the reason I woke up suddenly. She had the look of Love in her eyes and as a father it is hard enough to see your daughter with any kind of tears in their eyes.....but for her to have Love in her eyes and say something like that....I was blown away !! 

I try not to read to much into dreams because I know they come from some place in our brains that I cant understand. But I tell you...this one....I want to always remember and cherish. It gives me both comfort and joy. Comfort in knowing that she is watching over me and Joy because ...I felt her touch!
You see...its that touch that we miss the most .....The hugs....the kisses...the little things that we sometimes take for granted.

 

New Job...again.

 

A few weeks back I posted about the new job that I had...I appreciated the opportunity at the time but after a month and a half....I was so fed up with the crap that they wanted me to do that I had to quit. I knew I wasn't going to be happy there. And to me...that is so important to me and I wasn't about to settle for just "a job". I wanted to finish my career with the satisfaction of knowing that I loved what I do. After being let go from my job of almost 30 years...I swore to myself that I would find a job that not only challenges me, but also wasn't going to stress me out to my death. (I can find other things to do that) (fun things) (many of them)

 

I started my new job yesterday for a company called Parker Hannifin...they make compressed gas and air filters. The worst part about starting a new job is (besides actually having to get up and go to work) is learning everyones names. I met over 20 people today and I can only remember about 3 of their names. The only reason I remember their names is...during one of the introductions I remembered a Dr.Oz show I saw the other day that had a memory expert on it. He said to help remember peoples names, you should find a funny feature about them to help make you remember. The guy I met when I remembered this tactic was named Mike...he had an unusual head of hair....like a mop head...thus I named him Mop head Mike. Jackie had big jewelry....Jackie the Jewel. So I found that this technique works really well. I only wonder how they will remember my name?

The people that work here have a great sense of humor and I could not be happier with that. Working with people that love to laugh just makes the day go by so much faster and makes it so much more fun. I am super excited to start working with the crew I will be supervising. I had a meeting today to meet them all and formally get introduced to them. They each told me stuff about them like what their hobbies are. They ranged from Farmers wife to karate champion, guitar player to truck lover. A interesting group of people for sure.

 I am super stoked about this job...so much different than the last one...I feel like I belong here. I know its early to think that but I didn't really feel like that before. So at least its a good sign anyways.

Wish me luck as I start my journey ...Hopefully my last.