My Favorite Addiction

According to a quiz, I am only 19% addicted to Facebook. I thought for sure the score would be higher; I'm a little disappointed. After deactivating my account for a total of three days so I could catch up on work, I found that during the process of writing my new murder mystery, The Phoenix Code, I would start thinking about all the wonderful friends and family I used to be in contact with on Facebook and lose my train of thought concerning the book. Crap, I was better off when I was checking out all the comments twice a day on Facebook. At least then, while I was working on my book, it was possible to concentrate.

Just to be sure I wasn't addicted, I found and took the test. OK, I'm only a little addicted. It's not like when I used to drink and could not stop at just one. This is different; I only need a Facebook fix twice a day, seven days a week. Holy cow, if that were booze, I would be totally whacked most of the time!

Well, I'm not quitting Facebook. I gave up my addictive behavior fifteen years ago when I got married. I need to have at least one addiction and Facebook will do nicely, thank you very much.

I'm just saying,

Mittster

They Said It Couldn’t Be Done

You may ask who “they” are. They are all the people who think life is a gambit to be run at full speed and no matter who gets in the way you run them down like rabid dogs so you can be first to the finish line. In other words, he or she who finishes first with the most stuff wins the game of life. First of all life is not a game, nor is it a finish “first or suck” scenario.

I had a shop teacher in junior high school who said my identical twin brother and I wouldn’t amount to a hill of beans. He also said in a condescending, derogatory way, “It takes all kinds to make a world!” I doubt you are still alive, Mr. Adams, but you sucked as a teacher and human being. Perhaps I will luck out and you are still alive and reading this blog. That would give me great pleasure. In a way you were right though; it does take all kinds of people to make a world. Thank God, because if we were all like you, the world would be a miserable place to live!

I don’t know about teachers in the classrooms now-a-days, but when I was going to school (right after the wagon-train era) teachers expected everyone to be a certain way in looks and behavior. We (my brother and I) were not made from the same mold as most teachers would expect. The teachers treated us differently than the rest of the class. We were considered so different that our classification bordered on idiot status.

We both managed to graduate high school and followed in our father’s footsteps to the construction industry. It was a good thing actually. PhDs were pumping gas in the early ‘60s while we were making so much money we couldn’t spend it all. While we both had successful careers in construction, our real success was learning that life is a learning experience and it should teach us to love all creation and that includes our fellowman. The greatest lesson is that “we are spiritual beings having a human experience.”

With that being said, I forgive you, Mr. Adams. After all, you were a product of your times just as I am in my time. I am thankful for my life and the diversity in people I interact with daily. Some I laugh with, others I laugh at, but always with respect for feelings and sensitivities. “Life is truly a box of chocolates; you just never know what you are going to find in the wrapper.”

I’m just saying,

Mittster

From me to you for free!

Time once again to unload all the pictures that have been sent to me. For those of you who don’t appreciate humor of all kinds, kindly stuff them up your tutu!

I’m just saying,

Mittster

Lost in the '50s Tonight

If you click on the title of this blog, I guarantee Ronnie Milsap will take you back to a time when life was just plain wonderful. Even if you were not raised in the '50s, you will recognize the innocence of the time.

I remember the age clearly in my mind’s eye and even though I say I would never want to go back, the truth is that I would like to go back and live it all again.

This video says it all – there is no need for me to say more.

Enjoy,

Mittster

Halloween 2011

Click the title of this blog to witness what meth can do to you on Halloween. I hope everyone had a safe and fun Halloween. For the first time my mother-in-law cancelled Halloween at her house. At 84, I think she just tired of staying up late handing out candy to the little ones and the not-so-little ones. It’s OK though…she has paid her dues. You rest, Mum, you have earned it.

Meanwhile at our house the tradition lives on! “You’re a little old to be trick or treating wouldn’t you say?” “Not half as old as you mister,” was the reply I receive from the kid next to me. Move over runt – I was here first! I say we are never too old to go trick or treating….

Write on,

Mittster