game

I don't have a lot of game unless Cross words and Blogging are on the list, but I'm married to a very gamey lady.  Noo, she doesn't stink.  She is a super female stud.
She plays volleyball 3 times a week and soccer every Saturday and Sunday.  We are spending this week end in San Diego so she can play in a soccer tournament.  She turned 60 on Thanksgiving day.  She has beaten Colon Cancer and has had major knee reconstruction.  Yes she is one lady with a lot of game.  The good news is she is in great shape.  The bad new is she can kick my butt if I get out of line.

post for Sunday Scribblings

carry on keats

even though

my heart aches

and a drousy numbness

pains my senses

I continue to seek

the depth of your jade green eyes

the pulse of your soul

beating with mine

I seek  the touch

of your hand

the feel of your back

the heat of your breath

please

forgive me

please

come back

for Carry on Tuesday

beauty

to the young

beauty is flesh.

  the world turns on

the flesh of a woman,

this is causing global warming.

to the old

beauty is the world

beauty is bold

but not bold enough

to stop

global warming

you young peope

need to

cool it

the oracle of the duck

When young and untested

he could not figure them out

When old he was uncontested

 never went with out 

Today he sits on his butt

in a cold and rickity hunting hut

He knows they will come

he knows where from

The morning is butt cold

his butt is bony and old

He lights a sterno

that turns into an inferno

The hut is on fire

 the ducks  fly higher

He may be able to

forecast a duck

but when it comes to fire

 he is a total muck

God is Great....and funny

I got this via the net.....Old Grizz could not resist passing it along.
An atheist was walking through the woods. 
What majestic trees!

What powerful rivers!

What beautiful animals!
He said to himself.

As he was walking along the river he heard rustling in the bushes behind him.

He turned to look and saw a 7 foot Grizzly bear charging towards him

 He ran as fast as he could up the path but the bear was getting closer.  He turned to look again and tripped and fell.
He rolled over to pick himself up but the Grizzly bear was right on top of him.

At that instant the atheist cried out 
"Oh my God!"
Time stopped.  The bear froze.  The forest was silent.
A bright light shone upon the man.  
A voice came out of the sky.
 
"You have denied my existence for all these years.  Do you expect me to help you now?"
 
Am I to count you as a believer?

The atheist looked into the light and replied, "It would be hypocritical of me to suddenly ask you to treat me as a christian now.  But, Perhaps you could make the bear a christian".
 

Very well said the voice.

The light went out.  The sounds of the forest resumed. The bear dropped his right paw and brought both paws together, bowed his head and spoke. 

 
"Lord bless this food, for which I am about to receive from thy bounty through Christ our Lord, Amen

the interview

I made it.  I got the interview.  There were two of them.  Both of them with PhD's in Physics and heading up a solid fuel research program at Stanford University.  I had no idea why I had to interview with them.  My job, if I got it, would be a minor lab position at the test facility.  I had been to the facility and interviewed with the plant manager.  He told me I would get the job but just had to interview with the two men heading up the project.

I was nervous as hell and blew the interview.  I was so far out of my league it was a joke.  They asked me stupid questions like, why won't an airplane fly on the moon?  I was so nervous I couldn't have told them why they fly on earth.

I was really depressed.  I wanted that job.  It was within the field I was studying for in college.  I wanted to be  a chemical engineer.  The job was for the summer and it would have helped my finances tremendously.
I moped about for the next few weeks working evenings at McDonald's and feeling sorry for myself.

The news was scary and grim.  "Solid Fuel Test Plant explodes" killing 2 and injuring 5.  That's the job I didn't get.  Would I have been killed?  Did the person that got the job screw up?  I will never know.  But one thing I do know,  some times blowing an interview is the best thing you can do.