A Little Story, She Says - and Short, at that

25 January 2019

A little story she says…   Sometimes I just like to write. I guess it took me years to realize that I did like it, even though I had done it here and there, for years.  Sometimes I’m just inspired. So I thank you for a place to write, a person to write to and maybe even hope to get a reply…

I met someone recently, who I had met years ago. She is very intriguing !  Long hair – I love long hair on a woman.  Fingers running thru it. Curling it in my fingers, how it hides the soft of your neck. Gently moving it, tucking it into my fingers, just pulling your head to the side, a soft breath whisping past your neck, lips brushing past it. Exploring how it falls over your naked breasts, flicking your nipples on its way by. Getting lost watching it flow around you in a soft lit room. Perhaps candles dancing about.

You are a tough read. You have made some interesting comments, for example that you could be a smart ass. A scorpio – and a woman. So are you just holding back? Perhaps trying something different this time? Freshly out of a relationship. Not interested in the sting of that again so soon? Or you are moving and wish not to start anything new? Perhaps, you are just polite and do not wish to spit in my face?  But there has been a lot going on in your world in the last few weeks, so I’ve tried to give quarter to that. Maybe the ramifications of all the people in our pasts…  Intriguing. That’s a good word.

So that is enough of serious for now – all of the above much better to be had in person, I think. The feeling of having such a beautiful woman in my world, it’s nice! I like it! Every time I think that I won’t hear from you again, or I pushed a boundary too far, you send a text and my day lights up!  8pm, and another hour and one half before you are out of work.  A long week gone by. Another Friday night. I know you could easily travel by my house on your way home. The glint of hope that you could stop by, but the realization that you are very tired and just want to go home and fall down. To have you stop by, get in out of the cold, meet you at the door, a soft kiss as you walk in. Walking into the bedroom, helping you undress to find some warm comfy clothes to slide into. A glass of wine waiting for you. The bottle for us to share. A warm comfy bed, thick blankets, candles, something mindless to watch on tv. To help you unwind from the long week and just tuck you into my chest so you know the world is well… Not worried about the world, just us. Tomorrow another day.

I think you are one of the few people I have ever met that is just as “animated” as I am. I think you truly wear your emotions and feelings on your sleeve once you let someone in. Your eyes tell of your soul. They change as fast as your speech and your emotion! So, deep, steel grey one moment, hard as a rock the next. I have to internally kick myself and remind myself to quit starring. Someday I wish to not quit. Someday I hope I can fall into them and find you.

But for now, I am hesitant. You are very beautiful  and I find myself awkward as a teen boy. Eager as a child before Christmas. But as if trying to hold sunshine cupped in my hands. Not wanting to lose any of it, knowing it is not mine to hold but eager to hold it none the less!!

Hi, my name is Jim

11 March 2019

You said a few things that struck me over the weekend…

                ‘you never know with men these days’

and, ‘I’m new to this whole thing still’

I hope that I never become “men these days” in your world. I have never thought of myself as a typical man. That being said, in this day and age, how do you even define that? I don’t know too many “men” that could even put a definition to themselves, let alone the species…  I’ve worked hard over my life time to not be “that guy” but, I am still just human. I make mistakes. I hesitate. I run too fast. I jump. I fall down. Both joys and regrets… I don’t wish to become a regret to you.  Please please, never hesitate to talk with me…  if you like it, let me know. If you don’t like it, let me know.  I’m the quickest  person I know to make change. I go with what I have at the time, but if I learn something new and can change for better, what I used to know, I will always try.

‘new to this whole thing’  what is “this whole thing” I wondered…. Dating? Me and you? You just being in a relationship? Or maybe deeper, you just trying to figure you out…

                I guess I can only speak to my thoughts here.  I am very glad to have met you !!  And in the last week gone by, the physical pleasures we have come to know of each other? AMAZING !!   So where does that put us?  I’ve never been a ‘sleep around’ guy…  it doesn’t seem to work for me. I’m more of the faithful puppy kind of guy. It has bitten me in the ass once or twice before, but it’s still just who I am.  I’d rather go with the “wow this is really freaking amazing, I’m glad we found each other” kind of thing, than the “where do I get hurt next and how much is this going to suck when I do” direction.

                As for “dating”… no clue. Can’t help you there either !!    I had all I could do to get to meet you !!

Maybe I’m old fashioned, but I just like being with one person!  To share time together, walk hand in hand, help in each other’s lives, be there for the other person…  and wow the challenges we face in this day and age of trying to do so !!  So many things going on in life. So many responsibilities, so little time.  I guess we just do what we can do and choose to use our time where we want to. I think if it’s something you want in your life, you find and make time for it – be it a person or a 69’ Ford Mustang!!  So, new to this thing? What IS this thing? What do you want to make of us? I know you are moving. I’m not worried about that yet. It’s a long time in-between here and there. You asked where I get all my energy from? I do know that you can’t just work a million hours and do nothing else. It doesn’t work. You have to recharge your batteries and not just by sleeping. You’ve gotta get out and do things. Human contact is a very big part of that. We need other people from time to time. Even if you just steel an hour here and there, go for a walk, get some dinner, bump uglies, it helps to recharge the batteries !!

     Again, being old fashioned – simple courtesy, common manners, respect - those are mostly what I look for from other people. A phone call here and there. Questions answered and not avoided, hugs and kisses !!  And sometimes, as much as I don’t like it, even those things seem to being going away in this day and age.

If “this whole thing” is you trying to figure you out, well, I’m up for that walk, if you would let me! Unfortunately, we have people in our pasts that have not been the most upright or have chosen to make the best decisions and they have hurt us along the way. Then the challenge becomes, who are we? How do I define me? Who do I want to become? Who am I? And do I really really want to look deep down inside me, because sometimes, it’s just dammed awful scary in there. That is where I’ll walk with you. Be a friend beside you. Be a shoulder to cry on. A chest for you to tuck your head into and be safe with. Someone to be happy with. And if you need challenged, I could do that as well !!  Life does that enough for us !!

     I think you are amazing! I think you have come a Long way and I think you have a long way to go !  I hope our paths can stay side by side for awhile! I like when we are together!! I like to make you twitch, I want to help you find better ways to do that as well !!

So that’s mostly where I am at… not wanting to be that man these days and learning this new thing with you… if you will with me as well !!

Kisses !!  I look forward to “us”

18 March 2019

     "Why does it always have to be about that?"

It had been such a long week for you. Two jobs worked all week long, and here it was Friday night.  Thursday night we went out, had a few drinks, ate a few wings, some very nice conversation... it was just nice to be with you.  Saturday morning you met my son and I at the mall, we played games together, had lunch, rode a carousel... and for as hard as it is for me to be in such a crowd, I was there with you. I was there with my son. For both of you, I was there.  The gentle kiss when we parted ways, my heart paused !!

     Sunday morning you came over to help me cook a birthday breakfast for both my son and my Uncle. We flowed around the kitchen! Cutting, frying, baking, gravy, pancakes, eggs... we just smoothly flowed around the kitchen... a kiss here, a bump there, a caress... nice smiles! We just fit.  Breakfast served, more food eaten than anybody should have... full bellies and yet, everything got cleaned up, left overs put away and all the dishes done. Together, we did it together!  You had to go home, get a few things done and I asked if you could come over later, after i took my son home...

     I texted after i dropped him off. Said I was on my way home. You texted back that you had to be home by 8:30 pm so you could get some sleep.  No problem, we can go upstairs, fool around for a few hours and then I'll kick you out... I texted with a smile !!

     Um, no.  That was your reply.  Um, no? I asked....  'why does it always have to be about that?'  Why does it always have to be about that?....  could have stuck me in the heart with a knife and had it hurt less... the last half of a failed marriage, the last part of a failed relationship, and now. Why does it always have to be about that? Apparently, I took all the clues from the great weekend we had, all wrong. All wrong. why does it always have to be about that...  a boy and a girl, like each other, hold hands, kiss... something happens between them.... and sooner or later, it's about that !!

     I was still driving home. Suddenly, didn't want to be there. Every other weekend, Sunday nights, have always been tough on me. For twenty some odd years I have been dropping off one or the other of the boys with their moms. More recently, dropping my oldest at college on the weekend...  Sundays can be tough !!  It took me a few years and some counseling to figure out that I needed to put my attention somewhere else on Sunday nights - a distraction, if you will. A distraction from where my mind is at. Green Lakes isn't too far away, so i went for a drive. It was cold. I had the wrong jacket on and none in my car. I parked and got out to walk anyway. I needed a distraction... so I walked along the lake and just thought of where i was in my life, at this time. What am I doing? Beating my head against a wall, one more time? Seems to be...  seems to be... I took a picture of a twisted old dried out tree stump. Part in the water, part out. Some of it clinging to shore, its roots held deep, the rest of it out in the cold water. In the background of the picture, not to far out, ice still holding up snow. Thick. Strong. But the thaw was coming. Already chewing at the edge of the ice, pushing away from the bank...  change. Change is coming. It always does. A ring around the lake, in spots, water taking back what it had lost in the fall as winter set in. Change. 

     You had called and texted. You were at the house and wanted to know where i was. I had not replied. Still walking. The sun getting lower in the sky, getting cooler, the breeze pushing through me... maybe time to turn around and head back towards the car. I sent a text that I was sorry i misread the events of the weekend. I talked of looking forward to us and i talked of needing a distraction. I thought you would be it... I took the brunt of fault, it was all on me. Again. One more time in my life. One more time. I was definitely hurt. I put the picture of the tree on face book and wrote some words of wisdom and depth. Maybe you would read them and understand...


19 March 2019

Facebook is a funny thing !!  You put things on it and they never go away... after reading a few things today, I saw one of your posts...  i was inspired to print it off, rephrase the words and send it back to you in a text... It read as follows;


I figure you don't read email.     Cause if you did, you might know sometimes sunshine can't shine thru a storm.  Sometimes, a storm needs a direction to go with a little wind to push it. 

We've all been through a lot,  you know.  Life has taught us to prepare for the worst. Unfortunately, we don't know how to take the best.  And trust. And hang on to it. 

Just understand that I need patience and if you don't have it, just walk out of my life.  

But understand, I am still ready to learn. Sunshine. Storm. Windy. Calm. 

I've seen your posts.....
     written by JmStorm

Hi my name is James Mason Swem 
.......  JmS.......

Coincidence? 

    We've talked.   I'm pretty sure you know where I'm at with us, before Sunday night. 

The next move is entirely up to you.

Dear Dad, from Jim to Roger

Dear Dad,

            It’s been a long time since I’ve sat down to write a letter, especially to you. I think the last time I can remember writing was when I was at summer camp, and we wrote on birch bark ! 

            I think we go through life in a way in which we just figure that we know how life is going. But do I really know what you have done in your life? Or do you really know what I have done in my life? I think this is especially true of our children. I think I know what my two boys are doing in their lives and I figure they know what I am doing… but may be that isn’t so.  Maybe we need to stop from time to time and see how things are going in each other’s life. I thought I would sit down and write…

            I know you are getting older and I know you are facing some new challenges as you go.  As I was growing up, you were always there, going to work in the morning, coming home after work, working on the car or mowing the lawn – what ever seemed to be needing done at the time. Helping a neighbor with a problem or going to someone’s house to help them with something there. This is a trait that I have learned well, and it was a skill, that perhaps, you didn’t even know you were teaching me… to help others.

            You would come home from work and we would go to McDonalds for dinner. One night, the woman behind the counter asked if we were going to have the usual…???  The next night, you stopped at the market and came home with a steak !  Neither one of us had any idea how to cook it, so it went in a fry pan, on the stove and we made boiled steak… That started me on a road to learn how to cook. I would ask our old neighbors, or I would call grandma, but sooner or later, I figured it out. I still love to cook to this day.  I even got to help cook for a few hundred people just before I got out of the army…

My specialty these days is breakfast. I can whip up some mean pancakes, Bert Dewey style. He was an old friend of yours who cooked beer pancakes for us one time. He was also what most people called a “dirty old man” but he seemed honest and hard working. He was mostly covered in grease from working in his garage. I learned at a young age, watching you two, that greasy hands could be washed off. I also learned that cars could be tuned up and brakes could be replaced.  I watched you from the time I could stand on a milk crate and get my nose over the side of the fender on the car. I’ve changed many spark plugs and changed tons of brakes over the years, some mine and some for others – always cheaper than a shop would charge.

You would go to do wiring at someone’s house or a camp in the woods. You would drag me along and at the time, little did I know, it would influence what I would go on to do for a living.  Training in the army, then on to college. I’ve worked many different jobs as an electrician and learned many different parts of the trade. I always knew that you were just a phone call away if I got stuck or just needed some advice – Thank You.

As life went on and I started a family of my own, along came my first son… I was amazed, proud and scared.  I can remember when he was less than a year old and he was just barely starting to walk, I think I called you about every other week to apologize for being such a pain in the ass as I grew up. We would talk about life and how things were when you were young as I came along in your life. I would ask you for advice and was always amazed that you seemed to have the right answer.  I remember talking one weekend and you said to me, “what makes you think I knew what I was doing?”  That opened my eyes to a concept that I couldn’t even imagine – my dad didn’t know what he was doing? No way. Dad’s know everything…  or so as a son to you, that was my belief. You told me to do the best I could at the time, with the knowledge that I had at hand. I have lived by that ever since. If tomorrow I learned something new or different, then I could possibly change what I did yesterday. But, yesterday, I made the best decision I could, because of you. My oldest son will be twenty-two this year, and I have passed that wisdom on to him, I hope.  As my younger son comes along, thirteen in a few days, I hope to be able to teach him from your experience as well.  I’m proud that you gave me that, and I am proud that I can bring that to my sons from you.

Life has gone on pretty well for me. There have been ups and downs in it, but I just keep going on.  Some people have had better lives, some people have had worse lives. I do not regret one minute of the life we have lived, the experiences we have had or the things we have come through. It has formed me into the person that I have become, each and every day.  Thank you for that dad.  If you have ever wondered if you did the right thing – you did. If you have ever wondered If your son is proud of you – indeed I am. Very very proud!

So, as you grow older, who knows what is coming next… I should hope that your dad, my grandfather Mason, is watching and waiting for both of us! Stories to be told again from Grace, your mom, my grandmother.  In a place where sore backs won’t bother us, the sun is always out and we are free to come and go as we wish.  But while you are still here, I just wanted to write, say thank you for the life you have given me, and that I love you dad!!

See you soon,

            Jim

Professor Mohamad Thought....

During the years 2012 thru 2013 I went back to college. At the time, I was at or about 50 years old !! I took on a two year business technology degree, which, as it turned out, I completed in one physical year of time. I transferred in twenty credits and completed forty credits to gain the required total to graduate with a 3.4 GPA with an AAS in Business! So, well played !! I learned a lot - not only about the course material, but about college in this day and age. The people in college (kids) and some great Professors !!

One of the courses was about communication and how we communicate as people. It was a summer class and it was three days a week, two hours each session. There were some great kids in this class and a few very striking young ladies!! With all of that being said, this was a homework paper from that class...

Professor Mohamad thought it would be a good idea, for us as students, to exchange phone numbers so that we could form study groups !!

::at the house::

     So, Honey, my study partner is coming over tonight so that we can work on our homework. What time? Oh, about ten. After she gets out of work. What does she do, asks the wife....  oh, she's a bar tender.... college girl, working her way through life. Good for her says the wife.  The wife has to get up early and be to work by 7:30am, so she says she'll be asleep by the time my study partner gets here.  Nodding head, I say ok!

Wife gets up about 11pm to go to the bathroom - hears that we are still up so comes down to "meet" my study partner....  Honey, this is Cady - Cady this is my wife Melissa!!  Melissa quickly sees the twenty something chippy sitting with her husband, the awesome body, great smile and tremendous hair !! (among other things)

Wife says studying is done. Cady leaves. Jim sleeps on the couch, which is too short for Jim, Professor Mohamad wonders why Jim is nodding off in class?  Did you get your homework done? Nope. Did you get your reading done? Nope. So what is the problem?  Well, I exchanged numbers with Cady for a study group as you suggested, and now i need a lawyer....

::Evaluation of the Homework process::

Self Concept - not twenty any more!!

Self Esteem - absolutely tried raising self worth!!

Reflected Appraisal from the wife, not receiving supportive messages here!!

Social Comparison - well, the young guys didn't have Cady at their house - guess I'm doing pretty good compared to them!!!

And it looks like my Cognitive Conservatism is holding out pretty well, cause in college thirty years ago, I WAS all of that!!

Yup, good idea exchanging these phone numbers, wow did I cover a lot of learning tonight!!! he says with a smile on his face :)

2014 found 2009

So here is a weird thing, in 2009 I started a blog so that i could work with a friend of mine. When i went to start this blog (currently in use) I could not find the old one. Today in an internet search, here it is. By some freak magic of the internet, if i go to the old blog spot, it links to my current email for this blog and will only let me work in this blog. Hence an email to Google !! in the interest of beginnings, here it is below, from a cut and paste format. This is at jimswem.blogspot.com  (notice the "i")

My current blog is at jmswem.blogspot.com

 

Jim Swem

I have always wanted a place to write !! Something, that if I wish, if i want, i can share with you :) Otherwise a place to remember, reflect, write, get pissed off, be sad, be happy, grow, talk about you and a place to share! Welcome. These are my words - not meant to harm - take from them what you will, but they are just my words. Post as you remember, refelect, grow and learn. Thank You. Jim

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TUESDAY, APRIL 14, 2009

So on or about Monday 13 April 2009, somewhere during the night, Rick has left this life, in quest of another journey. While I do not know any one more prepared or read up on this transition, it is still a strange feeling to miss another friend who I will know longer see here on earth......

So Rick, my mentor, my friend, my leader, my brother..... I miss you
:(
While I shed tears for my lose, I try to celebrate your begining a new journey. So I wish you "enough" on this new start. Enough of whatever you need to get you there. I hope you learn easier on this trip. I hope it doesn't take you another 200 years to learn how to survive in a life for more than 50 years.

For Caitlin and Justin, if ours paths cross, I will keep them as my own children. I hope to someday share the advetures that you three had to be able to come together in this plane.
I hope too, someday to understand more of Diane in your life, while you were here.....

Good Bye Rick..... and Hello. Until we meet again - Jim

THURSDAY, APRIL 02, 2009

Time Down the Road !

So as time goes down the road "Rick" has a new challenge !!

http://rmsjourney.blogspot.com/

I too hence have a new challenge !!

Kinda wierd this internet thing.........
he says with a smile :)

You will know the iron of my words by the truth and power in them......

TUESDAY, JANUARY 06, 2009

The Begining !

Dear Rick,

So here we are, just after the first of the year and i have finally figured out a medium that we should be able to communicate with. Now all we have to do is figure out an hourly rate... ???

The other nice thing about a blog is that it can be read by many and therefore hopefully, we can help a few more that just you and I. As we learn, read, type, grow and solve - others will have the ability to add to or take away from, as they wish!

I must say in the beginning, to all who read as follows - these are my words to write and yours to interpret as you will. Take from them what you may, but they are my words - they are not meant to harm any one, and this is just a reflection - if you will, of thoughts, things gone by or works in progress. They are written to be honest with the most information on hand at the time. If you have more information, a different in sight, memory or outcome - so be it! Please post freely, but in the same arena of honesty and lacking of harm!

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We'll Keep it as a Dream

     and so it begins... inspired by a box sitting on the floor. It is a new year. It is a new season. Perhaps that is why I am back. 

     She is beautiful !  Long hair. Quiet composure. I think she is shy, but I feel that she is not.
When she first walked up, I did not know what to do with myself. I love these moments in life. I usually own the situation. I know my surroundings, I know the people around me, I can sense who is doing who, what is going on and I am very confident of my surroundings. She took my breath away; not only that, but she stopped me. She stopped my time. Everyone else kept moving, I stopped. She did not roll in like a drop dead gorgeous movie star, she just walked in - being her. I stopped. mid motion. mid thought. mid breath... I stopped. Everybody else kept moving. I took in her eyes; I think they are brown. They lead to her soul, not down an easy path, but one I wish to journey with her on. I took in her hair. You would think the wind should be blowing, slow motion, running down the beach hair. It is just there. Soft, smooth and it smells great. I am not close enough for my nose to work, I just sense it smells great. Her hands are firm, gently, able to carry your heart as if it were a breath that should not be lost. Breasts that are well camouflaged, not so small as to be hiding, not large enough to make other bikinis jealous, just fun. She stopped me. Here I stand, water running out of the hose, the pool over flowing, birds flying by, people talking. I must move. This is going to get embarrassing very quickly. has any one else noticed that I am not moving? Can anyone else sense how I am feeling right now? A quick check of the people around me and no one is picking up on that fact that she stopped me - yet. I must move. I can not take my eyes off her. What is it? I look down to recapture where I am at. What am I doing. My chest hurts. i have not been breathing for about fifteen minutes. Time travel. I haven't moved an inch. Hours have gone by while I study here, feel her, sense her. Why does she not feel me? I must move. Slowly the power comes back on. The needle on the album picks up the sound in a slow increase of beat as the turntable picks up speed. Voices enter back into my head. People are laughing, walking, moving about, introducing her to other people. I must get over there. I can not. I am here. She stopped me. I am moving again. Breathing, moving, I am here.

It has been so long. So much time has gone by. Life is so full at this very moment. I can not walk over there right now. Not where i am at currently. How would that look? Who is she with? What world is she in? How is it that she comes into my world at this time? I can not walk over there right now. My world is full. My heart steady. My day short. Full. Not even aware, time jumped so fast, I am lost again. I do not sense her. She is walking around, doing what she does, but I am gone. Moving again. It could have been months, it might have been years. A chance encounter, amongst  friends, in a very public place. Who knew she would even be here. I saw her as I walked up behind her. Quietly. All senses down, as a shadow. Behind her right shoulder, closely, full energy up, passion, her neck (it is beautiful, I did not see that before) gently by, very close, warm. Hello with a smile. She turns, hey I know you, introductions. Wow. Heart beats, rapid pulse, energy! That was fun! Shields up, again, she stopped me. This time I was ready. I stood there smiling, taking her all in, letting everyone else fill the moment. My god she is beautiful. So soft, so fluent. She is a pool, warm sunshine, relaxing waves, gently sand beneath your feet. Comfortable. Why can she not sense me? That is fine. The rest of the people are covering me well. I can stand and enjoy, taking her in.

The moment passed on. She her way, me mine. I was able to breath this time. I held together well. What is her world like? Could I fit in there? is there room? Could we make room? If our worlds could just touch on the edge, her in hers, me in mine, could we survive it? Would I want to be in her world? Do I even know it? It has been so long. The feelings are there, just very deep. We'll keep it as a dream for now...

Brain Dump

It has been awhile! I decided that i want to take a bigger swing at this writing thing, I am in college full time - since this past summer, have a new computer ( I was going to say a "great" new computer but most of the time it gives me gas) (oh and that is just my learning curve) and even as busy as I am with college full time, I still almost think I need to carve out a space in time and just do this from time to time.
     So, for today, I sat down to find the Blogg, shovel some stuff out of the way, and see how the keyboard feels!  I do like my coffee cup warmer - seems a very needed item at the desk.
The desk has come back to life!!  It was created in 2001 from wood that was originally designed as display racks for a portable gift shop. Typically 1" x 6" knotty pine that is eight feet long, 33" deep and seems to be just about the right height off the ground. I was working at the little desk from 1955 that you could just barely slide under, had the center drawer and the four drawers on each side... dark mahogany stain... it had my computer and two twenty inch monitors on top of it... no room for books or notebooks, either one.  So out this comes from  the garage. The little desk is downstairs so that Kyle can have a proper study area and this big monster is in our guest room so that Melissa may vetch about it. Me, I'm smiling cause I have room to write, room to spread out books and room to create room as I need it!  Oh, don't worry, we jammed the spare bed in here.  Melissa was very good with helping for all of this - then it hit me, she just moved me into my own room, complete with bed and everything!!  She's smooth...  Sorry, Melissa is my wife;  Kyle, the eight year old son!
     Warm winter sun screaming in the window, so nice!!  It's hitting the monitor at about a 45 degree angle and WOW - look at all the dust on this thing !!  Where is that spray cleaner ??  I do like the no glare monitor.

     College full time - started this past summer, 2013, full time summer courses (10 credit hours in four classes), on into full time fall courses(15 credit hours with five classes); signed up for two winter courses(six credit hours with two classes) and then completing a two year degree in the spring with four(12 credit hours) courses to finish things off !!  Not bad for a fifty year old man... he says with a smile!!  As it stands, my worst grade was my first summer course in financial accounting; 15 weeks jammed into four weeks - not having been in college in twenty-three years and I pulled a C+  !!  I'll take it. The rest were a B, B+ and an A !!  This fall I am running in the B's and the A's

     That being said, I need to hit one course to study for a test tomorrow, then get out the door and get the thanksgiving shopping done !!

This feels comfortable. Thank you for your time, and thanks for listening!  See You later.

Jim 

Getting the App

Geeze, you walk away for a few months and they change everything.... I just wanted to sit down for a few minutes and get some crap out of the brain pan!  Sign in, can't sign in, you need the app - oh.  go get the app, wow, look at all the pretty app's !!  Oh need WordPress, need maps, need.... dumb ass, need to step away, you wanted to write remember?  Ok, download the app, open the app, it wants a title.... brain dump - excellent, create app - can't, box isn't highlighted.....  style box, who gives a crap - blank, give me the white thing i put the letters into.... fine - style - simple !!  Click create blogg. Can't, box isn't highlighted....  mother f'er.  blogg web address - well what if I don't want it on a web address? Shit, I don't even know my house address....  type this, not available, type that - still not available.... add some numbers and an explicative - oh look, that's available !!  Yeah, I can click the box !!  Spam filter notification....  i don't care about spam... if my brother didn't use a spell checker, I would never get a single word form him because it would ALL be marked as spam....  how do I shut this thing off? Fine, later - now can I write? Your blogg has been created. well, poop, I didn't write anything yet - wft?  Looking..... looking.... how about I click the thing with the pencil symbol on it?  HAZAA !!   Sweet Mother of Peril, the white thing I put the letters into !!  Somebody should do a thing about the Baby Jesus being born in this day and age and trying to find his ass with app's, updates, bad url's and Google maps.....  And good luck getting his ass out of that cave.....  I don't think there is an app for that.....  oh, one more thing - the stupid pop up window because I can't spell to save my ass? How about a choice that says, "piss off with this window until I'm dun and let me be made fun of all at one time!" and take your red lines with you please !!

Changing the title of this thing and going on to another one, stupid app's! Oh, epiphany, his computer I am working on has windows 8 - now I'm starting to smell the toast burning.....