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    LIFE AINT THAT BAD!

    Seany tells me that he is tooooo tooooooo loud, with his children.

    He confesses in his beer, as it were. hahahah

    I make light of this behavioral problem since my Father was way more loud than I ever was.

    And yet his mother will contend that I was way, way, tooooo, toooo loud.

    Progress, not perfection is what I say!

    Now, I had and have my faults, of course.

    But this expressionism demonstrated by my son makes me wince at times.

    Precious had this habit of slamming the frickin door to her room.
    hahhahahahha

    Seany would sit with her and discuss this issue.

    And recall that Precious could at times run lalalalalalalala all
    over the house and then put her back on the wall and fall down
    and yell:

    TIME OUT, TIME OUT.
    hahahahahahahahah

    And that was two years ago.

    So Precious just keeps slamming the door to her bedroom which will
    not be her private bedroom soon, because there is another Precious who 
    shall soon see the the light of Day, as it were.

    hahahahahaha

    Precious will have a new compadre in her bedroom in the form of
    Jolee; even though four year olds have no sense of time or
    anything else.

    BUT I HAD NOT SENSE OF TIME.

     

     

    hahahahahah

    So Seany keeps coming home following his work schedule and
    if Precious does not really like what is going on, Precious
    runs to her room and SLAMS the goddamn door.hahahaha

    So Seany gets so goddamn mad he disconnects the door.
    I mean he takes the goddamn door down off its hinges.

    hahahahahahahahah

    So Daddy calls me to tell me this a few months ago and I tell him,
    look, you know all about my shower screen (which you purchased for me
    five years ago) and all you need is an adjustable bar and some nice
    sheet with a princess and a unicorn and....whatever.

    That structure will give your Precious a 'door' that she cannot
    slam.
    hahahahahha

    OH YEAH

    My son tells me.

    Right now, maybe at this very moment,  My Son shall witness the birth
    of his third daughter.

    And so my previous misogynous Son shall be recognized as a woman's
    Rights advocate.

    Yeah, we males get angry.

    And yeah, we males are sometimes unfair.

    But a few generations and we evolve.
    hahahahahahhaha

    If you ever threaten my grandchildren, my son will KILL YOU.
    hahhahaha

    If you ever question my Son's attitude via women's rights.

    My son will get rid of your door.
    hahahahahah

    Love, real love is expressed in many many ways.

    Seany just made sure that Precious shall never ever

    SLAM THE GODDAMN DOOR AGAIN.

    hahahahahahah

    Oh and Mama will at sometime or another accuse Precious of being Sean, Jr.

    hahahahahah

    But, and I shall predict, there shall be some wonderlust fellow lost in love with Precious.

    And this will end up in tragedy.

    hahahahahah

     

    I have no idea what this riff has to do with anything.

    It just hit me today and took me out of this depression that I could not escape.

    But I have escaped.....as it were.

    MORAL

    If they keep slamming the door, remove THE FUCKING DOOR.

    the end. hahahahah

     

     

     

     

     

     

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    Ah, but I removed my daughter's door AND her desk AND her bed, and in the end changes nothing. As you say, will end in tragedy. And then we evolve. Downwards perhaps but happily so.


    Remember Devo Peracles?

    supposedly this Devo stood for De-Evolution. hahahahah


    You're on top of your game with this one, my friend.  Precious will live up to her name some day, maybe decades from now, but she will.  And the curtain idea is a good one until she decides to TEAR DOWN THAT WALL!

    Your son sounds like a fine dad and his girls will grow up adoring him.

    And I'm glad your dark cloud has lifted.  It's tough living under them.  The children are our saviors. They bring sunshine almost as if they know when it's needed.


    These young ladies are nuts about Daddy.

    All one has to do is see the kids with him.

    His wife taught him well.

    He would be so lost without them.

    Oh and Ramona, he gets 'family leave' from his employer so he can spend time

    with the new baby and he is so very happy about all of this.

    Life is good.


    I like the title of this one, Dick. It's very Nova Scotian. Where high praise is communicated by saying, "That's not bad."

    Makes me think of a sequel though.

    "Death: Likely somewhat worse than the alternative."


    Hi Q!

    I just woke up from my nap.

    The Newspeeps from up here could have been bred a hundred miles upwards, hahhahah.

    Especially the weathermen.

    hahahahah

    The accent loses its favor down south of here. hahahah

    It's not half bad, as it were up here.

    Good to see ya!

     

     

     


    Quinn, glad to see you're still checking in. I miss you.

    Could I interest you in a former Canadian who recently tweeted to Donald Trump:  "...Your wife is lovely, and my wife is the love of my life," which strikes me as the equivalent of, "Yes, that dress DOES make you look fat."  I actually feel a little sorrier for Heidi than I did before.

    I think he will be looking for a new home soon.


    Not that I like Cruz, but sans budding sex scandal, no matter how old they get, the mutterings say she'll be the love of his life. For Donald it's as long as she looks "good". Trophy wife/supermodel #X. What a guy.


    DD, this is wonderful stuff. It always makes me smile when you write about how you have no idea where the blog came from ... and yet, as I follow your stream of consciousness, it soon becomes evident that you have a strong and impactful point to make.  It's why I always read your blogs.  You make me smile a lot.


    This is a good day.

    Not only does Cville show up.

    But so does Mr. Smith.

    Nobody gives such nice accolades as you!

    My favorite poet. 

    ha

     


    I'm late to the party, but you're the best, Day.


    Oh Oxy, I get so damned depressed at times.

    It is most probably attributable to hormones or whatever...

    But my friends show up on a blog

    And....I feel good

    and without cocain. hahahahah


    Enjoy them while they are little.  My daughter was a door slammer too when she was little. 


    Enjoy them while they are little.  My daughter was a door slammer too when she was little. 


    Oh Momoe.

    I think these Lilliputians discover that they can make big booms without guns.

    hahahahahah

    But you know all about that.

     


    This brings back memories.  My nickname when I was little was "The Finder," because I had (and still do) a true knack for finding lost items.  But when my teen years began I got a new nickname:  "Stomp Stomp Stomp Slam!"

    i guess you can imagine where that came from.


    Oh Cville; you have found so many, many things for me over the years.

    And it has been years. hahahahahah

    ​THE DOOR.

    I shall slam the door. hahahahah

    Oh Cville, no one else to point this out to right now; but Dagblog has me sayin:

    Like aint that bad.

    We all make mistakes. I just caught three or more errors on the main blog sites. hahahaha

    That was just today!

    In the end we might just be knockin on Heaven's Door. hahaha

     

    Oh I just caught Seany on the phone today.

    Well, Ashley is still 'waiting'.

    It looks like another 9.5 pounder to me.

    hahahahahah

    He promised to call me.

     

     

     

     


    Love that song, DDay, but I will tell you a TMI memory:

    Eons ago my roommate in nursing school, her future husband, and I were driving from Richmond, VA to Fort Lauderdale, FL to embark on a ridiculously unsafe sailing adventure.  We decided that this very song, "Knock, knock, knocking on heaven's Door" would be our signal for having to stop for a serious potty break.  

    How we survived is quite a story , but that song always reminds me of a great adventure.  Thanks for that memory!


    You do not have to respond.

    This adventure just sounds a lot better than Thelma & Louise.

    hahahaha

    Thank Almighty God that we have experienced ADVENTURES!

    LIFE aint all that bad, after all!

    hahahaha


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