Past, present and plans

Past:

I loved my dad, but sometimes his total lack of in involvement in my life hurt to the point of tears. He would rather drink than spend time with his kids. Once, while my brother George and I were in the Cub Scouts, we had what could have been a really nice competition. We were to build little Box Cars and roll them down the prefabbed wooden hill and onward to the finish line. However, ours didn’t roll very good, so they got stuck at the bottom of the two foot tall five long hill. Our cars never made it yo the finish line. I was so embarrassed that I cried in front of everyone. Later I found out, that dad could saved us from that embarrassment by helping us with the project.

 

Present:

Today is going to be a layed back easy day. Continuing to revise my blog, gives me three pages now. No doctor appointments, just writing and some TV, while trying to stay cool waiting for tonight’s meeting.

 

Plans:

     I actually started this blog (From my Head to Yours) a year ago in April of 2015, but dropped interest after a week. Now I have renewed interest and I hope to make a good go of it.

How ya like my hat?

 

Hiw ya like my hat?j

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It’s a nice looking hat, just too small for my big head. When me and my second wife were together and getting along I bought this for her. We got it at a sporting good store for big bucks, since I thought very highly of her money was no object.

Well when she would wear it most guys would give her the wolf calls or at least flirt with her. She loved this hat for that very reason, she knew she was a hottie and played it up. A very good looking woman with straight dark hair long enough to cover her double dee’s if needed. She also had nice long legs to go with her full blooded Cherokee complexion. Any man would love to be with her and she knew it. After years of her flirting well beyond the scope that any wife should be doing, we got divorced.

It was a fairly amicable divorce untill we got to my baseball cards. She knew I had several rookie cards that would bring a pretty penny if one needed some extra cash. After weeks of arguing, I gave her some of my cards, but she had to give up her daisy dukes, cowboy boots and this hat. I lost that battle no matter how you looked at it.

Just messin: bought it at a local thrift store for two dollars.

Family Doctor

     I have a story named Family Doctor. It’s published in College of Southern Maryland‘s literary magazine called, Connections. You can find it by clicking here and scroll down to archives, then click on the Spring 2015 issue and finally after all that, you can move ahead to page 43.

 

 

 

 

Your Three Words, My Little Story

Michelle’s words: motherhood, beach and horse

It was a beautiful day to lay out on the BEACH and do nothing. Do absolutely nothing was the plan, because lately most days were complicated for Michelle in some fashion or another. She brought a bucket of chicken from KFC, along with some baked beans and some potato salad, that she made herself.  On the way there she stopped off at the conveyance store for some gas, chips, sodas and something special for her son. He really liked chocolate, but she didn’t want him to eat much of it anymore. She hid that little gem away for the time being.

Finally on the beach she quickly set up, so she could lay out under the umbrella. After eating she propped her head up on her lounge chair, which proved to be much too comfortable. Laying there watching the waves and her son play with the sand was exactly what the doctor order. Feeling very relaxed she thought she would check her eye lids for leaks and just listen to the waves. Well, you know what happened next. Yep, it wasn’t long before she was in a deep sleep and dreaming about her pasture. She enjoyed walking through it and especially riding her HORSE. She would often jokingly say, “I love my horse more than my husband.” Of course that wasn’t true, but that was an inside joke between them.

All of a sudden she was awakened by her son’s screaming. They met in the sand between themselves.

She said, “what’s wrong?”

He was pointing at his foot then said, “look something bit me.”

“Oh honey, that’s from a jelly fish. It will be fine shortly.” as she picked him up and carried him over to his blanket and toys, she thought ahhhh chocolate. She set him down and said, “here honey.” She was enjoying her dream, but she enjoyed him more. She thought now that’s MOTHERHOOD.

 

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