l could write about the 71-year-old retired cop that shot and killed a man over texts in a movie theater but I'm sure you already know about that. If not, a 71-year-old ex cop shot and killed a man in a movie theater over texting. I read the movie hadn't started.
On the Florida theaters' web site is a list of prohibited items and actions. Among them: No cell phone use, including texting, in the theater auditorium. And no weapons allowed.
One of the issues of ageing is the occasional need for something stronger than just a diet with added fiber. Drink lots of water, eat roughage add a fiber bar and you should be (pun intended) good to go. When I was younger the drink of choice was Metamucil. I've never tried it but have heard it was like drinking small pulpy wood chips or uncooked oatmeal. These days with all the health conscience boomers wanting clean colons there are a plethora of products to try.
Personally, I've always favored the coffee enema or the high colonic wheat grass cleanse.
I have a severe case of brain blockage this morning and don't know what to do.
Yesterday Debbie left this comment on Facebook: Oh Chuck, where do you come up with all this?
Over the last three years I've been prolific and lucky. Over the last three years I've written and posted six hundred seventy one blog entries. Granted the first sixty or so were about my nursing duties when I was in Michigan caring for my older brother but that still leaves around six hundred posts.
Deb...To answer your question honestly, I don't know. The basic theme of a blog entry can come from anywhere, the Internet, a magazine or a TV news story. I make a few notes as a reminder and it may eventually become a post. As to the embellishments, those come right out of my brain.
Every so often I ask you to indulge my insecurities and this is one of those times. This has been a very difficult morning, nothing is coming together and little is working. Sitting in front of the computer is almost as torturous as doing my ten minutes of yoga and thirty minutes of step aerobics on the Wii every morning. OK, I lied, I don't do it every morning, but I try. I do it at least five mornings a week.
There are a plethora of reasons why I feel this way today. I'm trying to write on the new computer. It's the beginning of a new year, the Olympics start soon and the stats on readership are way down. I know a few of you read the blog every time I post, and I greatly appreciate it. Avie, Tony, John and of course Wanda thank you for always leaving me a like or some positive feedback.
Apparently I'm too stupid to follow directions and correct my FeedBurner so I have no idea how many of you get updates in your e-mail. I don't know who you are. The FeedBurner indicates I have no subscribers and I'm subscribed to the damn thing.
Some advice I recently read suggested the best way to write was to forget about the success of your efforts and concentrate on telling a good story. Translated to this blog it means I should be doing this for myself. I should not be concerned with the number of people that read it, but I am.
You want to know how crazy I am. One of the cousins on my mother's side has a cousin on her father's side that just retired from a very, very, very, very high position in the movie business. Last year I asked my cousin to forward a note of introduction to the movie mogul. I sent him a cover letter and several of what I thought were hilarious blog posts. He and I are not related, we happen to have a couple of relatives in common.
I don't know what I expected; I know what I hoped. I hoped someone would read my stuff and then the blog and contact me. I never heard anything and now in hindsight it's easy to understand why. Starting at the top of the ladder rarely grants success. Once before I wrote "they say it takes 10,000 hours of work before something is done well." I figure I've got nine years to go.
Earlier I asked you to indulge my insecurities. I really want to assess the popularity of this blog. If you read this through Facebook please take a minute to leave a comment or a like. If you read this through your e-mail please take a minute and send a word or two to me at RNCshulak@comcast.net. Thanks for doing this Ellen (a wink to Wanda: It's from the movie "Dave.")
I should have continued with my writing fifty years ago. I kept journals and wrote letters to people every day. Some I mailed and others I kept. It always helped to have a person in mind (fictitious or otherwise) as the recipient of my correspondence. But like many of my youthful endeavors I wanted instant gratification and soon went on to other things.
Now I think about nine years of honing my writing skills and I wonder if I'll be able to see the screen in nine years. Nine years? Will I be here in nine years? By all accounts of my family longevity I will, but I'm not sure if I really know my family longevity. Remember, I still have doubts about my biological father (see April 12, 2011 blog entry). Will I buy the farm, kick the bucket or do the deep six before I pay my dues, maybe. But for now, I've got to keep on swimming.
I just took a quick break to make a latte and open a few windows. Our current 10 day weather forecast is for high 60's with a few 70's tossed into the mix. It's JANUARY, it should be raining and 52 degrees. Once again I say there's no such thing as climate change. It may be a good idea to stock up on dried gourmet seaweed and beans.
I lost my train of thought there. While I was making the latte (and a damn good one it is) I thought about deleting this entire post. You don't pop in here to read my whining and complaints. I'm sure you read this for entertainment and here I am depressed and feeling unloved. I could hit delete and say it was an accident. Oh shit, I just erased the best blog ever (my mistakes or deletions always are) and you would never know the difference. But that's not very honest, is it.
So for today, I'm leaving this entry as is. Every so often the train jumps the tracks.
Deb...To answer your question honestly, I don't know. The basic theme of a blog entry can come from anywhere, the Internet, a magazine or a TV news story. I make a few notes as a reminder and it may eventually become a post. As to the embellishments, those come right out of my brain.
Every so often I ask you to indulge my insecurities and this is one of those times. This has been a very difficult morning, nothing is coming together and little is working. Sitting in front of the computer is almost as torturous as doing my ten minutes of yoga and thirty minutes of step aerobics on the Wii every morning. OK, I lied, I don't do it every morning, but I try. I do it at least five mornings a week.
There are a plethora of reasons why I feel this way today. I'm trying to write on the new computer. It's the beginning of a new year, the Olympics start soon and the stats on readership are way down. I know a few of you read the blog every time I post, and I greatly appreciate it. Avie, Tony, John and of course Wanda thank you for always leaving me a like or some positive feedback.
Apparently I'm too stupid to follow directions and correct my FeedBurner so I have no idea how many of you get updates in your e-mail. I don't know who you are. The FeedBurner indicates I have no subscribers and I'm subscribed to the damn thing.
Some advice I recently read suggested the best way to write was to forget about the success of your efforts and concentrate on telling a good story. Translated to this blog it means I should be doing this for myself. I should not be concerned with the number of people that read it, but I am.
You want to know how crazy I am. One of the cousins on my mother's side has a cousin on her father's side that just retired from a very, very, very, very high position in the movie business. Last year I asked my cousin to forward a note of introduction to the movie mogul. I sent him a cover letter and several of what I thought were hilarious blog posts. He and I are not related, we happen to have a couple of relatives in common.
I don't know what I expected; I know what I hoped. I hoped someone would read my stuff and then the blog and contact me. I never heard anything and now in hindsight it's easy to understand why. Starting at the top of the ladder rarely grants success. Once before I wrote "they say it takes 10,000 hours of work before something is done well." I figure I've got nine years to go.
Earlier I asked you to indulge my insecurities. I really want to assess the popularity of this blog. If you read this through Facebook please take a minute to leave a comment or a like. If you read this through your e-mail please take a minute and send a word or two to me at RNCshulak@comcast.net. Thanks for doing this Ellen (a wink to Wanda: It's from the movie "Dave.")
I should have continued with my writing fifty years ago. I kept journals and wrote letters to people every day. Some I mailed and others I kept. It always helped to have a person in mind (fictitious or otherwise) as the recipient of my correspondence. But like many of my youthful endeavors I wanted instant gratification and soon went on to other things.
Now I think about nine years of honing my writing skills and I wonder if I'll be able to see the screen in nine years. Nine years? Will I be here in nine years? By all accounts of my family longevity I will, but I'm not sure if I really know my family longevity. Remember, I still have doubts about my biological father (see April 12, 2011 blog entry). Will I buy the farm, kick the bucket or do the deep six before I pay my dues, maybe. But for now, I've got to keep on swimming.
I just took a quick break to make a latte and open a few windows. Our current 10 day weather forecast is for high 60's with a few 70's tossed into the mix. It's JANUARY, it should be raining and 52 degrees. Once again I say there's no such thing as climate change. It may be a good idea to stock up on dried gourmet seaweed and beans.
I lost my train of thought there. While I was making the latte (and a damn good one it is) I thought about deleting this entire post. You don't pop in here to read my whining and complaints. I'm sure you read this for entertainment and here I am depressed and feeling unloved. I could hit delete and say it was an accident. Oh shit, I just erased the best blog ever (my mistakes or deletions always are) and you would never know the difference. But that's not very honest, is it.
So for today, I'm leaving this entry as is. Every so often the train jumps the tracks.
2 comments:
Hey.....we enjoy the whining just as much as the other stuff.....keep it up.
You blog makes me feel normal. You tell it like it is and don't pretend to have life all figured out. I read the blog mostly from facebook but sometimes frm email, and even sometimes from your bookmarked site I previously bookmarked. Like it from facebook best as I get bigger font and color. Susan G
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