Life can be challenging. My doctor told me I have something called GERD. I must stop drinking alcohol. Fried foods and chocolate are a no-no. These were my favorite things in the world next to marijuana. I told this to my girlfriend. I think she blocks out most of what I say–she suggested we go get a drink. I tell myself one bourbon won’t hurt. The fried cheese balls she orders are only inches from my reach. I eat a few. On the way home she breaks off a corner of a Hershey bar and says, “go ahead it’s only a little piece.” Later the burping brings acid from my stomach into my esophagus. The heartburn pain is unbearable. Tums don’t work at all. I have learned my lesson. No more alcohol, chocolate or Fried foods. Most important avoid my girlfriend whenever possible or suffer in pain and agony…
My niece/web editor asks me almost everyday, how’s the writing going, got anything good to post?
But, I haven’t felt like writing lately–I sit and stare at my pens and tablets, and then I go see what my new roommate is up to.
From going vegetarian, I’ve lost so much weight that my scale doesn’t know what to say. When I step on, it used to tell me “One at a time, please,” but now it asks, “Stephen? Is that you?” I never thought I would miss its fat jokes.
What do you do to keep writing when you don’t feel like you have anything good to say? How do you get back into writing when you’ve gotten out of your routine?
A priest says to the rabbi, “You don’t eat bacon?”
The rabbi says, “No, it’s against my religion.”
The rabbi says to the priest, “You don’t make love to women?”
The priest says, “No, that is against my religion.”
The rabbi says, “You should try it– it’s better than bacon.”
“Hey Mom, I’m not going to school today,” I announced.
“Oh… you’re not? What is the matter?” she asked.
“Last night I threw up all over the toilet. I got some on my shirt.”
I showed her the stain on my shirt, which was really chocolate milk.
“Well what did you eat yesterday?” she asked.
I ate two big bowls of Lucky Charms. I ate my school lunch and Tommy Smith’s lunch because he wasn’t hungry. A couple people in the cafeteria gave me their cake. After school I had Pop Tarts at Grandma’s with ice cream. Then we had dinner–ham, green beans, potatoes, bread. For a bedtime snack, I had a peanut butter and banana sandwich.
My mom said she was going to put me on a diet. She said I should get upstairs, wipe off the toilet, and get ready for school.
The NRA gun instructor said, “You missed the target twenty times straight.”
Dad wanted me and my brother to learn to shoot a rifle. I think when I stared at the target I went cross-eyed. The instructor showed my dad the target with no holes in it.
This was another disappointment for my dad. It ranked right up there with getting beat up in school by a girl, noisily crapping my pants in church, and continuing to gain weight after he and Mom put me on a strict diet.
If it doesn’t stop raining I am going to build an arc like Noah. I won’t be able to catch two of every species but I can grab a couple squirrels, a couple rabbits, and my dog. I’ll call my old girlfriend, she can’t swim. She might like to spend some time with me rather than perish in the deep water. I think we are too old to repopulate mankind, but after a long voyage watching rabbits she might want to get cozy. I will bring plenty of food including a large bag of potato chips, and some frozen burritos. We will need hot food so I will bring my microwave. When the waters recede I hope we end up in Monte Carlo, not Cleveland.
Five easy ways to quickly lose ten pounds.
1 Staple your lips shut
2 Only eat while standing on your head
3 Look at yourself naked then throw up
4 Swim across the English Channel
5 Chew everything but never swallow.