Some nosy Nancy who just had to be in the picture.

He does look a bit on the gay side. People might get the wrong idea about you unless you are careful!

Lather was thirty years old today,
They took away all of his toys.
His mother sent newspaper clippings to him,
About his old friends who'd stopped being boys.
There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirty-three,
His leather chair waits at the bank.
And Sergeant Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old,
Commanding his very own tank.
But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do,
To lie about nude in the sand,
Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps,
And thrashing the air with his hands.

But wait, oh Lather's productive you know,
He produces the finest of sound,
Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose,
Snorting the best licks in town,
But that's all over...

Lather was thirty years old today,
And Lather came foam from his tongue.
He looked at me eyes wide and plainly said,
Is it true that I'm no longer young?
And the children call him famous,
what the old men call insane,
And sometimes he's so nameless,
That he hardly knows which game to play...
Which words to say...
And I should have told him, "No, you're not old."
And I should have let him go on...smiling...baby-wide.





http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVstafKZDYY

Happy 420 to everyone!!!

Hope everyone is having a peaceful kind day!!!

Just got off of work and its time to chill,

nirvana unplugged.

Invitation to the Voyage


Think, would it not be
Sweet to live with me
All alone, my child, my love? —
Sleep together, share
All things, in that fair
Country you remind me of?
Charming in the dawn
There, the half-withdrawn
Drenched, mysterious sun appears
In the curdled skies,
Treacherous as your eyes
Shining from behind their tears.


There, restraint and order bless
Luxury and voluptuousness.


We should have a room
Never out of bloom:
Tables polished by the palm
Of the vanished hours
Should reflect rare flowers
In that amber-scented calm;
Ceilings richly wrought,
Mirrors deep as thought,
Walls with eastern splendor hung,
All should speak apart
To the homesick heart
In its own dear native tongue.


There, restraint and order bless
Luxury and voluptuousness.


See, their voyage past,
To their moorings fast,
On the still canals asleep,
These big ships; to bring
You some trifling thing
They have braved the furious deep.
— Now the sun goes down,
Tinting dyke and town,
Field, canal, all things in sight,
Hyacinth and gold;
All that we behold
Slumbers in its ruddy light.


There, restraint and order bless
Luxury and voluptuousness.

--by Charles Baudelaire

Hello all my special people....


I am sooo busy these days with helping


my almost completely crippled Mother

and everything else that is coming our way is sooo overwhelming


...not much time for myself ...

so i can't even read or answer my emails

or even reply to these funny posts...


but please know that i love you ~ my loyal buds...


and will get back to you as soon as possible...


smoke a big phatty for me...


and say a prayer or two please


thanks and God Bless you my dear online brothers and sisters


I'll be back home for a while next month

WE LOVE YOU VANESSA!!!

hi there Dagan...


love and light my Friend and Brother

hey there Dan...


thanks for stopping by

i love you all


soooo much too Sir David

Mirror Mirror...


Our Awesome Friend Lee


I miss you and Tina too ...


hope all is well with you both my Dear

hey you guys and gals , my precious friends




I got a break for an hour to hit the library

after hearing really good news today...


guess what ???


We are looking at the beginning of June

to be able to move Mother into assisted living

Hi Wanda...


sorry i missed you the other day...hope all is well with you


it looks like you are getting the graphic imaging down just fine!!!

yes...thank you Lee ..

we are getting down to the wire...

lots of progress is being made and a ton of hoops to jump through

and i have a strict time limit,

for I will be flying home in less than two weeks

That's great news.