As I was walking up the stair

I met a man who wasn't there.

He wasn't there again today.

I wish, I wish he'd stay away.


Twice married; divorced 17 (MAH-velous!) years now. No kiddies. Doubt I'd ever cohabitate again. Embrace that 3-day thought (guests and fish smell after 3 days!). New (sorta) (6 years) to the midwest. Born and raised in MI, but lived in NV (Las Vegas) '80-'03.

Converted from a stay-at-home-Baptist to a stay-at-home-Friend (aka The Quakers) about 4 years back. When (that clown) GWB professed to have (a measure of) faith I about swallered my shewin'-gum!! War, greed, corruption, dishonesty, intolerance and fear-mongering are neither moral values NOR christian traits. At least they weren't when I went to (sunday!) school!! Said to self, "(Self,) Are THESE the type folk you want to be associated with?". My faith is central.

I don't NEED (NOR want) no (stinkin') Harley! Why (...you might ask)? Because I'm my OWN 'fatboy'!! I don't know what happened. In pretty good shape all my life. Retired at 55 and gained 80# that 1st year of retirement. 260# (5'7" and shrinking) w/a 44" waist. I'm SO tired of being fat....

Unpretentious and noncompetitive. We're all in this (crazy little thing called life) together. Let's aid and comfort each other on the journey. Pay it forward.

Am as laid back as one can get WITHOUT drugs. Nuttin' seems to bother me. Exceptions to all rules; y'know?! I fall apart if I have road (vehicle) trouble. Before I call AAA, I call the Suicide Prevention Hotline.

I'd LIKE to say (write) that I'm family oriented. I'm not. I've tried. Grew up in a small (one older sister) Ozzie and Harriet household. Parents have passed on and only sibling is in MI w/her brood. We're cordial, but it's like she's from Makemake and I'm from Haumea. Have some uncles, ain'ts and cousins scattered about, but they're dyed-in-the-wool Republican('t)s (beyond help). I have my friends. I have beauCOUP friends and they're my (adopted) family.

I've become a homebody to the (near) extreme. I have a (sometimes!) pinched nerve in my coccyx (Hmm.. Wonder if the PofF administer will asterisk out ***cyx as he does the word cokctail?!). If I drive just 40 miles, I usually have to get a room for the night. 'Travel' is overrated. Why d'ya think Gawd invented the Travel Channel? Hmm? Besides. I love my home. I love BEING home. Always something (work/play) to do here.

At THIS point in life, I don't think in terms of goals and aspirations. I have my (some..) regrets, but don't dwell on them. Life IS (but) a dream.

I like a good-lookin' (lookin' good!) woman like any man does. BUT (and, as is said, believe all AFTER the 'but'), after living in Las Vegas for (almost) a quarter-of-a-century, I've tired of CONVENTIONALLY goodlookin' women. It's just too easy to be good-looking in these modern times. Gimme that Barbara Streisand nose, that high forehead on Katherine Helmond (Soap, E'body Loves Raymond) and (EVEN!) Stephen Colbert's ear('s) and I'm as happy (AND excited!) as that proverbial pig-in-you-KNOW-what!!


Extra credit IF you know who Hunter S. Thompson, Jr. was AND (even) more extra credit if you know why it is that he died for our sins

Date?! Whassat?!! I have a date in January, '10 to go to the Social Security office and apply for bennies. How's'bout coming over and drowning some worms? I have a well-stocked 1+ acre catfish/bass pond 60 feet off the front porch. I don't fish and don't keep the gear. I like to watch (others) fish, though. I MIGHT bait your line, but I don't touch them ickey fishies.