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Thank You… am I your bitch?
Loving life, living the dream.
Don’t sweat the petty stuff, Don’t pet the sweaty stuff.
“If your job consists of wearing a giant pizza hat, you’ve probably have made a serious career wrong turn.”
“I’m working your motor, bitch.”
“Somewhere… a janitor is crying” -Sean
“I’m listening to an old drunk guy take a piss one drop at a time.”
“That’s two devil’s and a douche…”
“Look, there is a man with a muskrat on his face…”
“We can show them our gun but we are not giving them the bullet”
“I’m a man I can’t help it”
“Well son, you can wish in one hand and shit in the other and see what fills up first.”
“Between the hailstone and the Tornaders, they must hate us in Oklahoma”
“Awwww, your little drink is soo cute, what are you compensating for?”
“I got wacked by a dumb chick in pink.”
Categories: "Quotes", Instant Comedy Tags: Conversational, My Writing..., Quick, Quotes, Writing Challenge
Brooklyn enjoyed the peace before sunrise. It was hunting season and he sat in his cold duck blind looking at his faithful companion. No, it wasn’t his wife. She was back home getting ready for the season as best she could, looking through catalogs.
Every year Brooklyn took to the lake in southwest Oklahoma and forced her to come to the lake house. Well, forced is a weak explanation. Sara spent most of her time smoking her Virginia Slims and waiting for Brooklyn to come home with the bounty. On the days that he was home early she could hear the laugh in his voice as his hunting friends came through the door with stories and the quick peck on the cheek as he laid the ducks one by one outside on the patio table. Once for pictures and once to start the destruction to dinner. He took such care in preparing his favorite duck egg rolls and fried rice and Sara knew to kept out of his way.
“Good morning honey,” she always say to him.
“What a day, you should have seen Lucky here. I shot one group bout 30 yards out and before they hit the ground he had claimed them and was bringing them back to me,” Brooklyn said as he put a piece of smokeless tobacco in his mouth. He petted his jet black lab and watched as Lucky started his pattern of patrolling the premises before he laid down on his cushion near the door. Brooklyn knew that with the workout that Lucky had this morning he would be passed out before long. Read more…
Categories: "Quotes", My Writing..., What's on my mind Tags: Hunting, My Writing..., Oklahoma, Quotes
It is time for me to start writing again.
A lot of things have happened to me from my accident to my recent illness. But I’ve realized that it is necessary for me to move on.
I’m still not feeling well but after I look at this amazing picture of perspective, everything that I worry about is meaningless.
Are you ready to explore this giant blue marble of my mind again?
Going back to the quote-o-matic (http://www.donahue.org/2011/06/09/which-quote-should-i-write-up-next/) and getting a post ready for you!!
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Categories: "Quotes", Instant Sean, My Writing... Tags: My Writing..., What's on my mind
“In life you have 2 options. Either you can live in a world others have created for you. Or you can create the world that others live in,” Jeff told his best friend Allister the other evening.
“Oh really,” Allister said with a plan to dis-ravel his well thought out plan.
“Don’t you understand the pressures of this world is so tough, the expectations that we all have on each other and on ourselves is so great that if we don’t hit the goals that we are given we are labeled a loser,” Jeff continued with a gleam in his eye.
“But don’t you agree that with reality handing everyone expectations of mediocrity that we allow ourselves to be trapped in a cube of our own making. We don’t have winners or losers when growing up anymore. We don’t let kids have to earn anything. Everything is given to them, everyone gets to run the bases and nobody is ever out. That isn’t how the real world works Jeff.”
“Allister, you are a very cynical man,” Jeff said as he started to drink his Whisky and Coke, “continue.”
“We let everyone have a trophy, we let out kids have whatever they want, the television has 500 channels and there still isn’t anything on the damn thing. We’ve gone from being a society of producers, proud of the things that would last, to a society of locusts, producing what we need to survive that moment. We’ve transformed from a country of deep thinkers to barely thinkers.”
“So, what’s the solution?”
“An EMP, remove technology and we force our kids to talk to us,” Allister said with with a smile on his face.
“Like that’s going to happen. If we create the world that OTHERS live in, we make the choices. If you don’t like handing out trophies to the kids who couldn’t tie their shoes without a diagram and a YOUTUBE video, then don’t,” Jeff said starting to pace around the room.
“What about the pinheads that force us to live in their world? You can’t tell me that your boss Dawn lives in a perfect world. She barely gets out of bed on time and smells like cheese,” Allister countered.
“It’s a matter of mind over matter. I don’t mind because she doesn’t matter. I live in a world where if I want to sit with others drinking, carousing and causing trouble and having fun, I can. If, however, I want to spend my time at the bar eating my steak while the world carries on without me I can,” Jeff said as he puts his weathered hands on Allister’s shoulder.
“But others force their ideas upon you.”
“Only if they let me Allister. There are some days that I just go, grab some food and watch people. I’m not forcing my world upon anyone, I let them come into my bubble only if I want them to.”
“Sounds completely looney to me Jeff.”
“Look Allister, my world is filled with continents, water, land, arguing alliances and countries just like yours. My world has blue skies and gray days, baseball, popcorn, and Cracker Jack,” Jeff started when Allister interrupted him with “as does mine.”
“But my world, I look toward to not the cleaning of the ball park afterwords, I don’t look to the parking and the traffic.”
“You look toward the game,” Allister says quietly.
“And it doesn’t matter if I am a Lord or a peasant, all that matters is that I experience everything that is around me, taking in each sunset, each sound, everything that is around me, trying not to miss a moment. For if I miss that magic moment, it will never be there ever again. It was never about the game, it was never about the party, it was never about those moments that everyone holds so dear to them. It was the look on your face when you first met your wife. It was the look on your face when she came down the aisle at your wedding. It was even the sadness when you lost your son. The moments that we have can either be hidden or shared, rejoiced or cursed,” Jeff said as he saw a solitary tear come down Allister’s right cheek which was immediately brushed and cleaned away.
“In life you have 2 options. Either you can live in a world others have created for you. Or you can create the world that others live in. Which do you choose Allister?”
“I choose to have another drink.”
Which do you choose?
Categories: My Writing... Tags: Conversational, My Writing..., Quick, Quotes, Writing Challenge
Jake looked at his brother Troy and knew it was the day. The day he dreaded for weeks, but he was committed now.
“Look Jake, it’s easy for me to show you how to do it , but you can’t call yourself a man until you do it yourself,” Troy said with a smile on his face.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. I have to do it because you did it when you were 16, and Dad did it when he was 16 and Pappa did it when he was 16.”
“We did it because of tradition. You have to do it because, we’re assholes.”
“Great.”
As Jake looked at the task at hand he examined the bucket that his brother gave him in the morning with the encouraging words, “their small enough for you to do them in a bucket,” but he wasn’t sure what size bucket his brother, father or grandfather were given.
As he approached the area , his stomach turned as he could smell the acid from the pen.
“Why am I doing this again?” he asked as his brother started to laugh.
“Because it’s our Saturday afternoon entertainment,” Troy said.
“Stop pussyfooting around there boy, get yourself busy,” his father laughed as he spit out the chaw from his mouth grabbing the beer bottle and yelling again, “Come on Jake, get yourself some!”
Jake approached his opponent looking to the left and to the right trying to find away out of the pen. The bucket filled to the brim carefully held as not to spill any of the contents. If he spilled, he’d have to start all over again.
His eyes locked him as his nemesis looked casually around knowing what was coming but not showing fear. Jake had enough fear for both of them.
Jake started to walk slowly toward him and watched as his opponent backed up in a circle, every step closer was followed by one step back as each tried to outsmart the other.
Finally his opponent had enough. He ran and dove between Jake’s legs, confusing Jake for a second and followed it up with a bark of dis-encouragement from his father.
“Who has the bigger brain son, just get him in a corner and get the job done dammit, the sun is awastin!”
Jake put the bucket down and decided to do it his way chasing his opponent down, cornering him in the southwest part of the pen.
“Wish you had your bucket now eh Jake,” Troy said with a laugh.
“Shut up Troy, I’ve got him right where I want him,” Jake said turning his head away for a second, which was long enough for his opponent, who slipped to the right, to get away.
Cursing, Jake chased him down finally wearing his opponent down and grabbing him, running toward the bucket.
“I’ve got it, I’ve got this,” Jake says as his opponent tries to wiggle away but to no avail.
Into the bucket, his opponents head is dunked, taken out and dunked again.
“I did it, ” Jake said as he held his wet opponent in the air. “I won!”
“Yeah you did,” his father said. “Now dry the dog off and get ready for dinner.”
Categories: My Writing..., What's on my mind Tags: Instant Comedy, My Writing..., Quick, Writing Challenge
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