Random thoughts part one

I love life and hate my job.
I've wasted way too much time.
Some things are worth fighting for, coffee isn't one of them.
My mind has been blown and I can't remember it.
I am in love, not bells and whistles, sirens going off, weak in the knees (ok I am that, but I think it's just arthritis) love, this is calm, steady as she goes, peaceful, love, although when I look at him, my heart does skip a beat, or does it beat faster? Maybe both.
I have the best friends and family in the world.
Sometimes, God will surprise you and let you know he is listening to you.
When in doubt, don't until you've really thought it through.
A dog's love is never ending and ever gracious.
All, I have to do is smile and I melt his heart...it's true, he told me. He also told me it does something else to him, but I shall keep that joke to myself. It does keep a never ending smile on my face, even when all I want to do is cry.
Imagining punching someone who has truly pissed you off will only make you want to punch them in the face even more.
Everyone will eventually show their true colors to the wrong person.
Life is a lolly pop...

Love,
Cow Punk

History's rainbow

All the hulla baloo is finally over. I think I'm suffering from Post election blues. President Obama sure does sound good to my ears though. I have a President crush, it's the first one ever. I tried to find a photo of him that might explain the crush I have but only found this one.



Doesn't really explain the crush but I like it. It is time.

I watched the election with my children. I didn't insist, I didn't ask, they watched on their own, they wanted to watch history take place. History's happening was sort of anti-climatic, we had a round of fist bumps, watched the concession speech (which was quite gracious), watched the acceptance speech (what if he'd declined to accept the nomination, what then?), then we all went to bed.

Wednesday morning I saw a rainbow that spanned the distance of my city, it was quite beautiful and quite odd....there had been no rain.

I have heard nothing from either of my parents, I would assume they are too busy building underground bunkers. Just kidding....or am I? My dad is probably too paralyzed with fear that Obama is coming to take that extra 8 bucks out of his paycheck, to type me a little note. Bless his heart.

Well, I must return to my prison work program now. I hope you all are having a wonderful day!

Peace and Love,
Cow punk

One word Wednesday

Election day

So election day...finally...I've taken the day off so I can go vote with out pressure to leave the long line and return to work without voting. Plus, I think I will come home and drink a ton of vodka, so that I can see Vladmir from my backyard one last time. Which I noticed that post is gone and I'm not sure what happened...maybe too much vodka and confused fingers? I also took the day off to spend with my oldest son. He will be moving into his own place tomorrow. It's all very weird. I feel excited about him moving and also a little sad and scared for him. I think he is feeling the same. I can't ask because he's sleeping...at least he's not on my couch, showing me his, well, I'll spare you the visual.

Since, it's election day, I'm pondering how my two staunchly Repub parents raised 3 very liberal offspring. Both my siblings and myself will be casting a vote for Sen. Obama. Both my parents are convinced he is a Muslim, terrorist anti-christ, then turn around and tell me to enjoy my anti religious, socialistic Messiah. What? Make up your mind people. He can not be both the anti-Christ and second coming of Jesus. It just doesn't work that way in my world. What I really find amusing though, is that way back when I was growing up and forming my opinions of the world, both Mom and Dad were staunch liberal Democrats. Hippies if you will or even if you won't. They have both asked me in the past 6 months where I got such a "liberal" view on politics. I just smiled and said, you were a good parent and taught me well. Then they both changed the subject....oh how soon we forget.

I feel so sad for them...they continue to deny the truth and sling "Obama" mud at me. They are too busy digging in the dirt, to form an honest opinion. My mother called me about two weeks ago and told me to watch out because Mr. Obama was going to be taking 1500$ out of my checking account that very night. I gotta hand it to her, that was one of the best laughs I'd had in a long while. I've forgotten to ask her how that turned out for her...oh well, probably for the best.

This is Zac's (sleeping son) first election and he's very excited about taking part in such an historic election. Now, we just both hope things WILL change. And we both hope Diebold will not rob the American people of their opinions again.

Well, I'm off to vote, I hope you are doing the same.

Peace and love,

Cow Punk

Ode to a squirrel

I am sad this morning. My squirrel passed away. He is in the backyard laying lifeless. The squirrel was mean and chittered, chattered and chastised me, the cats and of course the dog anytime we dared venture into our own yard. But see, the squirrel lived here before any of us did. He owned the place long before I did, so I figured he had the right to bitch at us for encroaching on his 'hood. He never came near any of us, but would instead shoot nuts out his mouth anytime we came too near. I would yell obscenities at him but inside I was laughing at him. He would throw back cuss words at me in his squirrel language. It became a game for both of us. I sure am going to miss that squirrel. The worst part is I have to go in the backyard, scoop him up and throw him in the garbage can. I think instead I will put him in a shoe box and have my son bury him. It seems a more proper ending for a creature that brought me so much in the way of emotions.

I have a very busy day. I'm off to see the wizard. Not really, my mom, grandma and later my Gilbert. Up until last night I had not been able to see him in a month. It seemed more like a year. Oddly enough though, the time away from him proved to be a good thing. It gave me time to think about what's important and what's not. I also took a step backwards and saw him with clearer vision, looked at his faults, thought of his fears, saw all the trials and tribulations he is facing and guess what? He's just an ordinary guy. He's still my Superman.

Have a supercalifragilisticexpealdocious weekend. I'm not really sure that's how you spell that, but you get the idea!

Love,
Cow Punk

Sunday morning comin down...ok it's really afternoon, so what?

Hello, howdy, they've gone and found water on the moon. Not really, but I'm feeling very happy today, so anything is possible. The weather is gorgeous...late summery, I have no plans but to ramble around my house that I am luckily still able to pay for.

Some would question my sanity as I have only 9 bucks to my name, but I have a roof over my head, my favorite dinner is in the crock pot, I have dear, dear friends. One of my best friends has just had something returned to him that you couldn't put a price tag on. Invaluable would be the word I'm looking for. Oh and the nut is just about to be hurled where she belongs. Sometimes, you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't.




I am still working on finding 5 kick ass blogs, just no patience to sit and read lately...I know they're out there and I will get around to it.

Everyone have a beautiful Sunday, hug someone for me.

Love,
Cow Punk

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