The view from behind the eight ball.



Its just simple life, with a simple plan, it ain’t nothing magical, no hidden strings to pull, its just putting one foot in front of the other, taking one careful step at a time. You get up in the morning, drag your tired ass up in front of that mirror and you examine that sorry ass reflection staring back at you and it seems to be wondering, “What in the blue hell are you doing up at this ungodly hour? Are you frickin nuts?" but you know how it is.

Its time for another wonderful day at the office , so you slam down a piping hot cup of coffee while trying not to slice what’s left of your face to ribbons as you shave, shower and shine. Then of course you jump into your very own wonder mobile and head off into the wonderful world of the morning motorist, you know that place where you and what seems like every other person on the fucking planet all seem to be heading in the same exact direction, at the same exact time, heading to the same exact destination.

And then upon arrival you manage to just get in under the wire clocking in at one half second before seven am, to find all of your co workers already busy as beavers while your boss stands watching you with that look in his eye, and you just know that somewhere in his black heart he is silently praying for your ruination.

So you go to work and do your job and just when you think everything is running smoothly, along comes lunch time, and as you are styling down the hallway trying to look cool for that hot new chicky on the floor, you trip over your own two feet and knock over the water cooler sending the five gallons of sparkletts washing over the secretarial pool like a Japanese tsunami.

But you persevere, you can live through the embarrassment, and you make it through the day, Five o’clock rolls around and you hop into the wonder mobile and try to beat all of the other the lunatics home. A block from your house the wonder mobile decides to add to your misery by getting a flat tire and the radiator overheats, and your end up pushing it the last block while all of your neighbors stand there watching and wondering why your cheap ass don’t go out and by yourself a decent automobile.

But your make it home and you have a beer, you order a Pizza and take a shower, thirty minutes later the pizza arrives and halfway through eating it you could have sworn that something moved on it, so you survived another day and you go to bed to just to lay awake wondering what in the fuck you did to deserve this shit.



Later on Kids.. Scratch.

I am more relieved than embarassed to find that I was unknowingly helping to spread a hoax with a false Email that was given to my by a friend as Big Chris pointed out. Be careful of course with anything pertaining to email attachments But the Olympic torch Virus Seems to be just that, a Hoax! and if you receive such a message It can be safely deleted. so I removed the last post.. Sorry for the scare.

Peace Gang.
Scratch

On the way home from work I stopped off at the neighborhood Starbucks for a hot Mocha chocolate, and Try as I was not to listen in, some of a conversation that this man and a younger girl were having was beginning to seep in. I think it was his daughter from the way that he was talking to her, the conversation from what I gathered seemed to be stemmed around the fact, that she chose not to believe in God or faith. Talk about a touchy subject. But now that I think about it, I know more than a few younger people who have no faith, and seemed quite lost to me. I’m not sure where I am going with this, I’m not sure if there is even any relevance to it. I kid you my friends about the Grinch thing and its all in fun, but this is truly a time for miracles, miracles of the heart, the mind and of the soul. It is a time of the year that seems to awaken the very best in all of creation. it’s a time when even if only for a moment each and every one pause’s in some reflective moment of silence to thank God for all he has given us, perhaps the most important gift of all being each other. So if I may offer a simple point of view Virginia.
There will always be science, applied to life by the hands and wonderful minds of man and woman kind, that create and build amazing machines and wondrous creations of architecture. There always be those who simply see what is right there in front of them, nothing more than molecules and atoms, and X and Y chromosomes, there will always be those who need to seek out the physical proof to answer life’s many questions. But in a time such as Christmas there will always be those of us who simply have faith, in God,and in the human spirit. And as much as science can prove to you with it’s never ending search for the physical evidence of how life came to be, there will always be the rest of us that simply know that there is more to it than what you can see or touch. I can’t give you faith Virginia, I can’t make you believe in God, all that I can offer you is this small piece of advice, Never stop asking those magical questions, never lose touch with your humanity, we live in an age of miracles, none more important than simply knowing that there is an invisible hand on your shoulder that will never leave you no matter what, through good times and bad, Like your mother, like your father, like your very best friend in the world, and Yes Virginia Like God. And all that you have to do is simply open your heart and Believe. Its been a long day and I’m not making any sense, Good Night my friends.

Merry Christmas Virginia.

Scratch.

It has come to my attention that many feel as though ol scratch should change his name to Scratch McScrooge. Or McGrinch or something. I am not a Grinch Nor have I ever been a Grinch!! I have been the victim of.... okay Well. there WAS that Time when one one my neighbors Christmas lights and decorations mysteriously went out in the middle of the night..



But I already explained to the police that I honestly have NO idea how my finger prints got on that fusebox. I think That someone was trying to frame me. That was the only time.. I swear! oh wait.. well there was that time when someone left Santa a plate of EX LAX Brownies and a glass of Buttermilk.. but just because that it happened in MY house Theres nothing to prove that it was Me!



Those were the only times that I had a run in with the Christmas season.. well unless you count that time when the town Christmas Tree burnt down... IT WASN'T ME I SWEAR!!



I am Not A GRINCH!!!

Scratch.

I found this Poem That I wrote Last Christmas so I thought that I would Share it with you, kind of sappy but it works I guess. See? even us Dragons get mushy from tome to time.

Frost on the windows,
fresh snow on the ground,
The jingle bells are rockin,
a cool Christmas sound.

Blue lights, red lights
and green lights too,
Light up the cold night,
with angelic hues.

For wintertime’s bliss,
when fall’s not around,
Hot chocolate, warm mittens
and snowmen abound.

And loved ones embrace,
by a warm fireplace,
And lock out the cold night time,
and leave not a trace.

For Christmas time’s for love,
for loves precious worth,
A time for all giving,
for better or worse.

For we are but one family,
all under one sky,
We give of each other,
at sweet Christmas time.

To all of my wonderful friends in the Blogstream community, May you all stay in good health and have a blissful Merry Christmas and a Happy and prosperous New Year, My thought’s are with you my friends.. Scratch.

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