--new beginings--

    well, its new years(in a few short days),
i was thinking about the holiday while i was
walking today...here's what came to mind--



new years,
       ladies night, a time to celebrate finding
someone special, or for managing to hang onto them
for one more year(ladies know the good ones
get away...all too often)--
       it's a night of misty eyes, and tender kisses,
dreams realized, with the touch of the one person
you desire to hold you, at exactly the moment
you want to be held...magic...nuff said--
       but, there's another side of the story, rarely
told, about the ball dropping, and finding ones-self
alone, maybe a bit drunken, with a hair-full of
confetti, and a heart, disappointed...
       well, for those in despair this year, i say,
take a deep breath, shake that off your head, and
be patient! cause i assure you, there's that one,
special person out there, made just for you,
somewhere... perhaps right next to you, but with
someone who doesn't "get" him-or-her, quite as
deeply, or completely, as only you can--
      "one persons trash can be another persons
happy-ever-after(so to speak)", besides, if you're
going to be miserable and alone, make it classy...
smile if you're up the creek--

  so, have a happy holiday...
                                      --best wishes to all--

    by the way, i just want to thank "kristen stewart"
aka(Njang28612), for inspiring me to start this blog--

   --still waiting-- 
             
                                                "prince tippy"

(rd)

--the point--

   some of this came to me while i was
scraping my windshield this morning--


winter--
     a change of seasons, a time
to huddle together, to find comfort,
be it brief or otherwise--
    the bitter cold hasn't quite the bite
of loneliness and despair...
    like the gifts, but love the giver,
that's christmas...that's the point, if
there ever was any, in my mind anyway...
    santa's bag has lots of goodies, but
it's love in the bag, not stuff--
santa's got his own kind of cool, that
can't be topp'd, duplicated, or impersonated...

  --he's an original--
                     --merry christmas everybody--


(rd)

--wilty's keeper--

    these are the instructions i sent along with
my plant--



    i forgot to include this important item
when i left wilty in your care, usually wilty
sits around all day, looking just pitiful...
  so you might want to water him a lot,
don't fall for it, he's just pinning for the
fiords...only water him once or twice a
month with a pitcher--
     but, since he's so adorable, use
this container(included in bag), to water
him everyday, or as often as you like,
with a few well placed spritzes, and a
couple kind words...
    say hi to wilty for me, and hi-five
one of his branches...
                             --best wishes--

     (reno)

--a letter to my plant-sitter--

   i wrote this for a friend, who was kind
enough to watch my plant for me...

can't seem to find it...


(reno)

--still standing--

   there was an article in the paper the other day,
about a soldier receiving the congressional
medal of honor(i think it's about time someone
won it who's still standing from this war)--



     the paper printed some of what he said while
receiving it, he said he was angry his friends had
to die for him to be honored with a medal...
    that says a lot, i think it tells us, that when
another person gives their life for you, that's
a gift above all gifts, one you would never dream of
asking for, and when you receive it, you want like
hell to give it back, but you can't, and that's the rub--
   he said very much with few words, a trait often seen
in serviceman--
  the tip of the sword never rusts, it stays clean from constant use,
and hard times, though it be strong, we keep it in a high place,
away from harm, remembered with great pride...
(he really deserved our highest honor)--

                                                    --best wishes--

(rd)

--faith and casual conversation--

     i wrote this note to my pastor, but right now i'm
not sure i sent it--

     my faith, and television, are often at odds...this
really shows itself in my daily conversations--
   here in america, we tend to respond negatively
about a subject, if whom we are speaking to has
made a negative reference first--
    i catch myself doing this often, and as i study gods
word( filled with love and hope), this contrast is
becoming more apparent--
     when i get home, and reflect on the days
conversations, often, what i recall having said,
does not reflect my true overall feelings about
a subject--
    for example, you may admire someone at
work, but sometimes their socks don't match...
during a casual conversation with someone
at work that day, the sock problem may
be mentioned--
   should you blindly chime in to this negative tune,
even though you highly regard this person?...

   this issue is very similar to the shyness i have had,
on occasion, when my beliefs have been questioned--
it takes practice(and a thimble full of courage), to
go against the grain of all things--
   i hope, as whom-ever reads this, sits inside...i
must suggest that there are endless opportunities
just outside that door, where america awaits--
    take a few breaths, or count to five, before
answering someone setting a negative tone--
    is it really how you feel about the subject?,
grandmas always say "if you can't say anything
nice, don't say anything at all", grandma knows
best, almost every time(and with frightening
precision, i might add)...
   so, speak the positive, and save the rest for
your prayers--

 (i prayed for a new pair of socks for my friend,
instead of slandering him for it...)

                                                     --amen--

(rd)

--running on empty--

   i was thinking about my mom this morning, over
breakfast, and this came to mind...


    when we are boys, men are full of hope and
trust, love comes easy, and moms mean everything,
it seems were so full of good feelings, it spills out
at every turn--
    but there's bumps and deep holes in life's many
roads... so, the tank gets low, from leaks, spills,
and awkward moments, at a point, it runs dry,
and the true meaning of "all used up" is realized(lean
on feelings, and bloated with experience)--
   moms not always around to fill the tank, with a hug,
or a kind word...when she's gone, who fills the tank?,
and if no-one does, what use is an empty vessel no
body wants to fill, but won't throw away?
      i try to see the best in whatever i'm looking at,
and that's how i get by, but it's not the same...

                                              --prince tippy--


(rd)