Archive | January 2016

Resolutions Schmesolutions

Well, yes…you actually ARE a fabulous feline! I enjoyed this so much, probably because I know someone who can relate. My life’s joy is to watch my human struggle with pretty much all the things you mentioned, but most especially housework and exercise. I mean, she has not vacuumed around my scratching post in days! I mean, really…is that so hard to do?

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I’m never successful at sticking with my New Year’s Resolutions. Apparently, I’m not terribly resolute, an embarrassing situation since I expect self-sacrificing fortitude from my characters. They shake their heads at me while I give them a sheepish smile, hoping for pity. I’m a writer; I don’t have time for exercise. What do they expect?

Yeah, the old “exercise resolution” gets me every time.

Part of the problem, I’ve decided, is that my resolutions are far too grandiose. I overestimate my self-discipline. Not that I struggle with willpower when the task is something I want to do – like write. My self-discipline falters when it comes to things I don’t want to do… basically everything domestic… and exercise.

But I want to be resolute. I want to accomplish my goals.
Maybe the secret is to make them easy to achieve!

So, here they are:

1. Exercise 10 minutes a day.

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This entry was posted on January 28, 2016. 2 Comments

No Earthly Good

Don’t judge.

Andrew Joyce

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At dinnertime we talked about Charlie. He was somethin’ else. People always said that he was of no earthly good, but Charlie showed us all.

Daddy shook his head, and as he cut his meat, he said, “You believe that about Charlie?” No one answered; sister started to cry.

I grew up with Charlie. He was the first boy that I ever did kiss. Him, brother, and I would go swimming down to the swimming hole in the summertime. I think sister was sweet on him, but she never said nothing ’bout it ’cause momma always said Charlie was a bad sort.

Charlie’s people came from back up in the hills. He never wore store-bought clothes and his hair was always a mite too long. But his smile . . . his smile . . . would brighten anyone’s day.

Charlie died today.

He was down to the highway, walking…

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Bobby the Big Blue Bunny

Andrew Joyce

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Bobby, the Big Blue Bunny wasn’t always big, and he wasn’t always blue. However, he had always been Bobby, at least for as long as he could remember.

When he was only a white bunny, Bobby used to live in the woods with his other bunny friends. His closest friends were Homer, Janice, and Tommy. They would play together every day. They would play many games, but their favorite was hide-n-seek. That was ever so much fun.

One day, Bobby decided that he was going to be the champion hide-n-seek player of all time. He would hide so well that no one would ever find him. Not even Janice who was the best hide-n-seek player in the whole wide world!

On that day, as Janice covered her eyes and counted to one hundred, Tommy and Homer hid in their usual places. But Bobby went deep into the woods, farther than…

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Ry Cooder, Elton John, Solomon Burke & Jim Reeves: ‘He’ll Have To Go’

Fantastic post! Listening as I type to Solomon Burke’s rendition and swaying in my head. Thank you!

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Oceans and oceans of emotion have flowed through the telephone wires buzzing above your head. Think of all the announcements.

I’ve passed my exams!

I’ll be home for Christmas!

We are going to get married!

It’s a Girl!

We did all we could but I’m sorry to tell you that …..

There was a time, centuries and centuries, when announcements like that came by letter or were delivered face to face. The invention of the telephone allowed direct personal communication at great distance bringing the disembodied voice right into your ear and mind.

And, humans being human the telephone has been used for every virtuous and nefarious purpose imaginable.

Right now someone is planning to call you with the aim of draining your bank account.

Right now someone is patiently listening to a tortured soul who thinks life isn’t worth living anymore and assuring them that there…

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Got this email today Doggone It…

Hot diggity dogs!!! I would be appeteaser for any one of those giants! But they look like a whole lotta love, so sweet!

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I need to get up for work, but my dog wants me to call in sick

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A big dog with a small pony.

imageDakota in a mobile groomer’s van.

imageWaiting patiently after a long walk.

imageThe perfect bed buddy.

imageKing of dogs

imageCan I sit on your lap?

imageNot even 3 years old, and already taller than the owner.

imageAt 173 pounds, Hulk might be the biggest pit bull on earth.

imageThis one almost takes up 2 seats on the sofa.

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Piggy back rides are one of the pros of being this big.

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The chair is too small to lie down in.

imageKomondor, a Hungarian guard dog.

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Best friends.

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What’s not to love about a giant Beethoven?

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Now that’s big.

imageSo cuddly.

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Bailey is 130 pounds, but if he fits, he sits.

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Big dogs need big love.

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Wow, that’s big.

imageLook at the size difference.

imageLet’s dance.

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This entry was posted on January 10, 2016. 2 Comments

Mike Landrieu

Compelling read! I also liked the way the ending ties back to the beginning. Happy to reblog!

Andrew Joyce

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As I sit alone in this small church staring at his casket (a casket, by the way, that costs more than the building it sits in is worth), I can’t help but smile to myself. This is where it started all those many, many years ago. Mike could have had one of those large, ostentatious Hollywood funerals, but he asked me, so to speak, to ship him here on the q.t. He wanted only one mourner, me.

I first met Mike Landrieu when I was thirteen, the year was 1935. I had run away from home, such as it was. The old man was an abusive drunk and my mother had given up hope years earlier. I hitched myself a ride with a salesman heading west and we got as far as this town when his Ford Model A blew a tire. Not wanting to wait around while he patched…

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