President’s Day . . .
The kids have no school and we have been cooped up for three days because I have been ill. Must’ve caught the same thing my youngest had from earlier in the week. With my fever now broke (thank goodness) and feeling somewhat better, we’re going to spend the day out running around and just being goofy. Who knows what we will do today? We’ll just let it things happen as they happen. Enjoy the day.
A Quiet Valentine’s Day . . .
Today was a quiet day. Though it was not devoted to the typical expressions of love between a man and a woman, it was nevertheless embraced with love and devotion of a parent as the time was spent with my children. An enjoyable dinner followed with a daddy baked chocolate cake and smooth creamy vanilla ice cream. A grand day overall.
As we continued our reading of Harry Potter, we listened to Andrea Bocelli. I love opera (few know this) and my children are just beginning to develop some level of appreciation. The following selection was one that captivated their attention to the point where they listened to it three consecutive times. On this day of love, I offer the following musical selection and a quote from the Naked Soul.
Happy Valentine’s Day to all!
Embrace and love your journey, even when that journey does not lead you to what you thought it would. There are reasons for everything, for every curve in the road, for every climb up the hill and for every moment spent in the deep dark valleys of life.
A Monday Thought Part II . . .
I had something else to offer on my previous thought for Monday but it just seemed to have left the building with Elvis as soon as the editor popped up here. This is annoying as hell. I knew damn well I should have written it down instead of trying to remember.
Oh well! It’s time for me to go find a new coil for the still. If I remember what I was going to write I’ll post it later. For the moment this will have to do. It’s almost like waking in the morning and remembering you forgot to wash your clothes because you have no clean dress socks. So you put on a dirty pair and go about your business. Kinda sorta like writing this particular post. I know it doesn’t make any sense.
Hawk, Out.
A Monday Thought . . .
While driving this afternoon I passed a building with a small marquis sign in front with the following message posted “Love More; Regret Less!” For some reason this struck me as sound counsel but after thinking about it for a spell it started driving me a little nuts considering the duality of this thought. Is it saying we need to love more and not dwell on our regrets (if any) or does it mean the less regrets we have the more capacity we have to love? Dunno . . .
There seems to be fallacy in this line of reasoning which I can’t put my finger on. Perhaps I’m just missing the boat entirely which I often do at times. This will require some further consideration and a possible topic for a post at my main haunt. Then again, maybe not.
As I close out this shorty I was reminded while talking to a friend today which I haven’t spoken to in a month of Sundays, about the difference between being tough and being hardened. It’s OK to be tough but hardened ain’t so good. Maybe this will be included with the above post since there are some parallels to the marquis message as far as my line of thinking is concerned.
Walk safely this week and enjoy your time because we only have one go around!
Hawk, Out!
Super Tuesday Part II . . .
I was just now informed by my oldest that we have a serious household emergency. The Laundry Council of Children just advised me that sometime tomorrow I need to go somewhere and purchase new boxers for myself. It seems while I was in the kitchen preparing dinner, my kids decided to begin folding my clothes which I just took out of the dryer. I have to say I was a little surprised by their initiative without being asked. Everything in this load just happened to be workout clothes, t-shirts and a variety of boxer briefs. Apparently it was their considered personal opinion that it wasn’t too cool for their dad to be walking around in air conditioned underwear!
Oh my! I just couldn’t help but laugh my ass off!
Hawk Out!
Super Tuesday . . .
It is 1700 hours . . . Obama is predicted to kick butt in Georgia, Hillary is pandering her ass off and McCain is most assuredly going to be the GOP nominee on this 5th day of February. More importantly it is Fat Tuesday in New Orleans and wish I was staying at the Hotel Meridian, getting ready to spend the evening on Bourbon Street. Yet, I’m preparing (my first-attempt) to fix Chicken parmigiana with fettucini. I got the recipe out of a cookbook I purchased for $2.00 at Goodwill. Well, I guess I need to get to it and hope the kids don’t turn-up their noses. If they do, I’ll make them eat it anyway! How do you like them apples?
Ya’ll enjoy and remember one thing, “Drink In Life; And Soar.”
Hawk out!
Super Boxl XLII 2nd Half . . .
Well I have to say the 2nd half was certainly more interesting than listening to and watching the clouds roll by. I think New England lost because I ran out of beer.
I generally favor the underdog in most games and championship events except for this one. You see, I always pull for whatever team that may be playing against a New York franchise. It matters not whether it is baseball, football, hockey, or even basketball because I will always cheer against New York. Though it was not my desired outcome for this Super Bowl Championship, you have to tip your hat to Coach Coughlin and the team led my Eli Manning. What a great 2nd half and exciting play action. It could’ve gone either way.
On this day the better team won.
Congratulations to the New York Giants and their fans.
Hawk Out!
Super Bowl 1st Half . . .
Another Super Bowl event with lackluster commentary, boring game play and unimaginative commercials except for the one Bud commercial with Hank and the thrillicious spot for Life Water or something like that. At least the Guiness and Buffalo Wings have been good.
Have you ever wondered why in the hell they call these things Buffalo Wings?!
If the third quarter isn’t any better I think I’ll go outside and listen to clouds roll by and the sun shine.
Hawk Out!
Super Bowl Prediction . . .
My prediction is New England 34 - New York 28
Sunday Morning . . .
Have you ever had a recurring dream but can’t remember what the hell the dream was about, yet you know you are dreaming the same dream? For whatever reason I just can’t seem to recall the details. Well, it’s time for my second-cup o’ cawffee and get my backside going to hit the day head-on. Have laundry to do, cleaning, and after all that is said and done I’m going canoeing later this afternoon. Afterwards I’m going to get some wings & beer and sit down to watch the Super Bowl. I was invited to attend several parties to bear witness to New England whipping New York’s ass but I decided to enjoy the game in solitude. Maybe I’ll change my mind about the solitude thing. Maybe, definitely, perhaps.
Hawk Out!
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