1 Fish, 2 Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish!

Ok, so I tought the kids how to play the "memory". The same thing goes in "literary flow". Although there is a common denomitaor you always look for to find the protagonist in a story, the plot must have a flow from one point to the next. While 1 Fish, 2 Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish seems like a nice little piece of literature to teach the kids... I gave it a twist. I went with 1 Fish-2Fish... 2-Fish-Red Fish... Red Fish-Blue Fish... Blue Fish-NextFish... you see howlike a water fall of flow, the current subject must make a hand off to the next by touching it... Hot-Water... Water-Fall... Fall-Down... Down-Under... Under-Me... Me... awwww, back to me ;)
Also been teaching the kids how to play football. So far news I'm getting says that Defensive Coach Antonio has got the team smaching the apponents. While that is great to hear, we do have one hog on the team (that's what we call "linemen") that is falling behind becuase he's just fat and lazy. He's trying to loose weight and it's slowly coming, need to get his ass on the treadmill... or something like it... today! Next up it to teach the kids audibles and how we change audible out on the field. They go like this... White-Black... Black-Orange... Orange-Blue... Blue-Green... Green-Purple... Purple-yadayadayada... easy you see. Now all I have to do is get them to become "accurate" and maintain the count. Stop jumping off sides, etc. You play like you practice and while they are doing better than most... i know they got more in them... much, and I'm gona see it all get sqeezed out :)
Trucking along in the slow lane, not because I have a flat tire or anything, but because my truck is just sucking gas for some stupid reason. While it's not "OK".. it's ok, I'm not gona get down, just somehow get the damn thing tuned up and caught up to emission standards. I want to, I have to... and I will. On a good note, I love working for ABCO Trucking... yo know, it's really a good company, as they say, a company with an "A" side and a "B" side.. thus ABCO. Oh how I miss things, I miss home, I miss my peoples... but most of all... I've missed ALOT of things. I see them go by in life, garbbing a piece of my emotionall attention (emotional bandwidth if you will)... many not, some grab it by the balls (blue of course, ha) and hold on... yet others have a catch nand release policy, letting the litte bugers get away alotogether in end without showing thier measure. Taking pictures as I move about the waters, looking for the next good fishing spot, it would of course be to my aid to have new lenses to work with, but alas, the saying of excuses comes to mind and I must and do... make do and move forward with my art in photography. Night shots are leaving me at a loss without my flashlight. In fact, it may leave me hanging on a "metephorical rope" this halloween being that the party is all night long and without it, I'm gona be left in the dark... but hopefully not behind... as in for good (errr... bad I mean). My plans to go as a flasher for halloween have hopefully not been spoiled. recently I have put much thought into taking mental notes and planning a good costume from head to toe. while I cite the lack of adequate access to a basic working flashlight as my reason (a.k.a today's current excuse) for not being able to put together my ensemble... I can't help but listen to the little voice in the back of my head who "sqeals" to me that I'm somehow being a little bitch about the whoe situation. After all, beknownst to us all is the fact fact, that in fact it is a "lack thereof" of costume which allows one to be a flasher in the true art and sense of the term at hand and not a "presence" of things, stuff, bullshit, knicks, knacks, toys, etc. I did however learn a little critical knowledge about true voyourism from a fellow flasher while riding the last leg of the dog. Ya, we're all that freaky deaky this halloween! With that said, I guess I kind of, especially mentally, need ot get the f%$* out of my own way... perhaps "closing my own critical eyes" (as they say) to my own plans and actions (which should... and will follow). This planned night looks to be an interesting and for "captivating" event despite whatever I... well, just whatever period. MacD's... "I'm lovin' it!"... that says it all. There is a planned viewing of the Lord of the Rigns TRILOGY which will rule the house as far as entertainments goes... despite the tag "One ring to rule them all"... no man, I'm going with all THREE! There will also me an etnertaining intermission during which snippets of King Arthur (2004) will be shown, along with his Round Table Team of 12... not 12 year olds, we're not talking Michael Jackson, we're talking all THREE Lord of the Rings, King Arthur, and a hella good time for everybody... and don't get the latter confused with MacArthur... which was created in 1977... respectively, with respects ;)
After holloween bash, the next up is Thankgiving Day... a good T-day.. no, not D-day... T-day bash in late November. Probably grab our turkey by the neck and head to the zoo to check out the falmingo's... the pink birds with good balance that go flamin'... thus flamin' go's. I guess it will be a time to take the gamble and go see if I can see the light... keep it light and hopeful get it done in a flash... I love the zoo.
Before that, like as in RIGHT NOW, I will immediately enter physical training for the marithon. I will be getting my excercise bike for home today and will be on the varsity team, with an entry fee of $35 to be paid today... I'm on it. Although I hate to bring sand to the beach... I will take my beeeeaaatch for a troll of a treasure hunt here soon down by the "Jetty Ski" area... Curious as to what kind of trash I'll find around there... finders keepers is the rule of trump this month!
Now, here is a good questions... if a tree falls in the forest and it lands on your dumb ass because you just had to save it, keep it alive, inspect it and understand it... if it's dangerous heavy ass falls on you in the wild... do you like being a dead dumb f*%*? Ahhh, ooops. Here's another one. If you're studying poisonous snakes and you just have to inspect a specious you don't fully undestand... do you A. keep 80 deadly snakes in your bag on your hip or do you kill the damn things immediately, leaving all live specimens for further study to ramin on the line-up in the lab for your further review when you get back and upon your whim of desire. If you are going to be playing with deadly shit, don't be a fool. Kill that shit if you are not in a controlled environment like the lab... "Oh, but professor, I wanted to study it more, I didn't understand the species completely"... he'll say"Oh great Bobby, that's fabulous, what I always wanted wa a bunch of smart, curious... DEAD fu*%$*& students". Ok Bobby, get it, got it, said it, do'd it"... done!