Nothing is perfect.. Not humans, not our machines, not animals. Perfection is an illusion that many choose to spend their whole life chasing after rather than accepting what God has given them. I see middle aged people everywhere, men mostly, but some women too I suppose, trying to stay young, chasing after younger mates, killing themselves at the gym every day trying to lose a few pounds here and there, all in the name of vanity. Those who can afford to cheat by going to the plastic surgeon of their choice do, those who cannot afford such luxuries cheat in other ways that I won’t be getting into. Now, I’m not putting these people down, no sir, I wouldn’t do that, I’m just saying that I don’t get it. Now there are a few young bucks around that tell me, “Scratchman.. You need to get into shape Bruddah!” I have a shape all of my own thank you very much, So what if I get as round as a frickin donut. Who cares.. “But Scratchman… Bruddah.. Bruddah.. Bruddah!!.. You need to exercise!!” Let me say this.. I am forty eight years old son.. I rise every morning Monday through Friday, before the sun, before the alarm clock.. Hell I’m up before the frickin birds start chirping. I ride a twenty one speed mountain bike to work EVERY morning Five miles each way, to and from.. (On rare occasions I take a cab.. Not often though.) I work ten hour shifts and I am not a slacker. You want to be young forever? Go ahead and try.. See if I care. Me? Sorry.. I’ve already been there once, that was enough for me. You want the perfect body? The Perfect Face? The perfect anything?.. Go ahead.. Chase after it, more power to you ace.. Me? I’ll take comfort over style any day of the week. Its not that I am a cynic mind you, its just that some of us folks are a little more content with ourselves, the way we are than others.. You won’t be happy until you have the perfect body and face? Hell.. If I can still see my toes when I stand up in the morning.. I’m a happy frickin guy. Let the weekend Begin!!

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Its been one of those weeks when I haven’t felt like doing much of anything, and with a new case of the flu bug nipping at my heals while I have been trying to work through it hasn’t helped me much either. I didn’t feel like reading, writing or doing much else until last night before bed I cruised the stream for awhile and went on the internet looking around graphics, then I came across this cool text site and generated some graphics for the Saturday Night Blog Fever fest that we do on the weekends now. I am going to upload them into the Bar and Grill blog if the gallery says they aren’t too big that is. And if anybody wants to use them please feel free to upload any of them to your own gallery and post them along with your own Saturday night Song.. I hope that you all will join in. see you tomorrow night hopefully after work. Right now I’m still feeling a bit sick so I’m going to take some meds and hit the rack Good Night my Blogging buds. See you tomorrow.

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Is it me or is the Chatroom just getting to be a weird place to hang out now? it seems like every time I go in there lately I feel like an outsider, or like I should be somewhere else. it isn’t like it used to be for me in there anymore so that’s it for me and the chatroom. No more. I have had a lot of new things going through my head lately that need to get out so I will concentrate on that, and leave the chatroom for everyone else. I have some ongoing projects that I’ve been working on that will be put on the back burner for a little while just to get the new stuff out, but everything will be finished. Right now I am enjoying the whole Saturday night blog fever thing, that was fun and I am looking forward to doing it again next Saturday, as I work on the new stuff too. Well I have babbled enough, time to visit with some friends here for a bit and then Its Time to get ready for my new work week. Later my friends.

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Sometimes it feels like you have the world sitting on your shoulders, Troubles to the left, problems forming to the right, the walls just keep closing in faster and faster. Sometimes you just need to stop and take it all in, this puzzle called “Life.” sometimes you just need to breathe, take in the all the air that your lungs can hold. Too much stuff around you going on all at once, the whole world in constant perpetual motion, it keeps on spinning in a circle like a pack of hungry wolves always ready to devour its prey one big piece at a time.. It comes at you from every conceivable angle, and you find yourself in every waking moment of your life facing something different each new day. More taxes, more crime, higher prices, lower wages. The rich get richer and the poor and middle class keep on making them that way, stuck in a rotting lifeboat that’s slowly sinking to the bottom, and sooner or later you know that your going to be swimming with the sharks. So why bother with it at all?, when its all so lost and frustrating, when all you ever really feel like doing is running away to the highest mountain top to scream at the sky. Is it really worth it? Hmmm. Good question.. Maybe that’s all part of the grand illusion. Maybe not everyone is out to get you, maybe there is reason lost somewhere inside all of that madness, a reason that does make everything you go through in your life worth it. All the trials, all the emotional distress, perhaps its worth it to just remember that even though you may live through twenty nine days of grey skies and clouds that seem to engulf every single aspect of your being, the two days of sunshine that you live in every month become that much more precious. Embrace what you have.. Don’t worry about what you don’t. because for every day that you can spend Dancing above the ground rather than getting buried beneath it.. yep.
its worth it.

G’Night all ..

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Ahhh.. Sweet slumber, I have a secret love affair with sleep, it’s the perfect lover.. Bear with me here.. No foreplay required, and it can never come too soon.(Well its almost perfect.) And there are just some things that will greatly help in the slumber department. Like for instance rain on a tin roof, or a windy night,and least I forget.. PGA Golf. Of course that one only works during the day. Last night for me at least, it was ..The Weather Channel, oh man.. Nothing puts me out like a boring Meteorologist, but I must have woke up in the middle of the night and turned off the TV. So I’m nice and snug in bed this morning, snoozing away and then what do I hear.. My special friend Barney shows up.. (Dirty Snaffin Noogle!)
“Scratch.”
Uggggggggggg…… Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
“Ohhhhh.. Scraaaaatch?”
“Not now Elvira.. I’m tired Baby.”
“Scratch!!”
“What??”
“Are you gonna lay there all day?”
“I was seriously considering it yeah.”
“By the way I’m not Elvira.. I thought we agreed on Barney Fife?”
“Barn?”
“Yes?”
“Its 6:00 am on my day off… go the farg away.”
“You have to get up and go cash your pay check, we’re almost out of coffee. And there is nothing for breakfast.”
“Barn?”
“Yes Scratch?”
“The banks don’t open until 10:00 Am, even in Nevada.”
“But you can go to a Casino to cash it, they are open 24 hours aren’t they?”
“Barn.. Go away.”
“But Scratch.. I’m hungry.”
So I get up stumble through my apartment, trip over my shoes and knock the phone off of the second desk and stub my big toe, and almost peed myself trying to get to the bathroom to empty my bladder, all because Barney Fife Woke me up.. Because he was hungry.. That’s the bad part about having imaginary friends, you just can never tell when the little @$&!! Is gonna show up. I just got out of the shower, I just hope that he didn’t drink the last pot of coffee.

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