At sunrise my three brothers, sister and myself would head down the steps of our Victorian home to start Christmas day. Our brightly wrapped gifts and perfect Christmas tree were a sight to behold.
“Don’t open anything until Mom and Dad come down.” my sister said.
We sat sleepy-eyed and waited in the glow of the tree. Mom came down the steps and quickly pointed out which gifts were for each of us. Dad would come down in his pajamas and a robe. We only saw him like this once a year.
The unwrapping of gifts lasted about twenty minutes. You would hear somebody cry out “Oh, just what I wanted!” Some toys would be broken within an hour, others would last for years. A breakfast including sticky buns, eggs, bacon and hotcakes. A roast of prime rib for dinner with mashed potatoes and rich brown gravy. These traditions were kept year after year, making for some unforgettable memories.
Bless me Father for I have sinned. I was looking at girls, and having bad thoughts. I hit Sister Marie in the for head with an eraser. I wrote the answers to the math test on my fingers. I had more sins but decided not to tell them. He said that God would forgive my sins but did not allow cheaters in Heaven. He said to say thirty Our Fathers, and thirty Hail Marys, then go in peace. I quickly lost count, ran out of the church all the way to the cafeteria.
Twenty months ago my niece told me to send her some jokes. Jasmine was going to make me famous on the internet. That started my blog which is approaching 5000 views. This for me has been quite an accomplishment, for a man who at an early age decided to coast through life, a pretty good cook, a stoner, and a wannabe lover. My small blog means a lot to me, it has helped me greatly, and I say thank you for the likes.
Spring is here. The birds and the bees again. I think about making whoopie more in the spring. It is only natural. This year I am going to share my love with somebody. It is time for me to act like a man, get a good job, get a woman, and get a life. My dog’s love is not enough. I need a women in bed with me, and the dog. I am tired of making up my own mind, I need a woman to tell me what to do.
Even when the chips are down, I can still manage to play the clown.
A close person that I loved dies, Nobody but my dog hears my cries.
I’m taking it one day at a time, her memory steals my thoughts, like a crime.
I just don’t feel like having fun. Tomorrow is a new day, here comes the sun.
I have a lot of trouble changing. I like things the way they are. For me, a person who heard what teachers , family, doctors, police, and friends had to say, but I always did my own thing. Now, suddenly fifty six , growing stronger, with more piece of mind, still wanting sexual activity, more curious about things, and a dog lover. I should have been dead years ago like too many of my peers. I’m still in the game, and my future is looking bright.
You can live life scared as hell that something awful is going to happen. Maybe for example, a heart attack, and stroke that leaves you only the ability to blink one eyelid. These fears can be all consuming, especially knowing all the awful things that already happened in my past. Being scared is no way to live. Have courage, face your fears, fight your problems head on. Enjoy the fight, and remember everything can change at the blink of an eyelid