Today.....I bought a Coconut.

Do you know, that if you walk around holding a coconut, you have THE perfect tool at your disposal, for someone you don't like, be creative, give it to someone you like, eat it, make horse hoof noise makers (Monty Python...helloooooo!) Use it as an excuse for bringing your freshman brother to a Senior only high school theatre rehearsal....the list is endless. And, as a bonus. people laugh (with) at you.

Thought for the day:
Cheep,
The source of fun'
Oh, how perfect orb,
Teach me your tropical ways...

An Impossible Dodgeball

Well, there are some of you out there, who look at that title, and probably say..."hunh?" Then there are those that go "Awesome, tell me more!" Then there is the half mixtures, the in betweens, the no-cares, ect...ect. My bold, new, thought from yesterday, is that you can make a dodge ball impossible to dodge with a few ingredients. First, you need a room. Preferably bowling alley shaped. Then, you need a big rubber playground ball, that is just under the size of the room. Roll the ball down the length of the room, and enjoy the pin-like actions of your opponents. So there is the thought, here is the wisdom. (never said the two were combined )
Bright red sphere,
Traveling.
Its journey almost done.
Million miles in a second,
Prepare.
Strike.
Out.

V-a-c-a-t-i-o-n

Well. Well Well Well. (look Nelly, the boy is stuck in the well) Ever had one of THOSE vacations? The one where there is a mixture of good things, bad things, and then crazy good and very very crazy bad things. not to mention the strange things? Yeah. Story of this week in a bit of a cracker shell (i get tiredddddd of saying nutshell.)

So, my ode to vacation:
V ery much fun
A bsolutely a pain in the applebottom
C razy
A bsolutely a joy
T ime consuming
I nspiring
O h how are we going to do THAT?!?
N OW WHAT?

30 hours a day

Ok, so keeping with the format (whatttt? you mean there is ORGANIZATION to this madness?????) I think ill start with a thought, and end with a piece of inspiration (i never said i was humble you know......) How do you define a day? Is it from when you wake up, to when you sleep? Is it from 12:01 AM to 11:59 PM? Or do you measure it from the sunrise to sunset? Think on this...and then think if your perspective on the day, can influence how tired you feel. Ok, enough wisdom (SOOO humble I am) here is the inspiration:
Sue me?

Words cross the pages
Thoughts written in black and white
Do not sue me please

A Poem and a Thought

What better way to start off a blog than with a poem? (Remember, goal is getting thoughts provoked......and provoked can be the right word sometimes) Thoughts are good too. Like if the moon were made out of cheese, would it be Bleau cheese, Cheddar, American? oh alright....here is the poem:
Its called Crackers on a Rainy Day:

Breath-less feelings,
curling through the smoke,
cast by foggy damp.
Waiting,
Holding.
Expecting bright beams,
Like a cut in the cloud.
So tears of rain trickle past,
the sun.
A homefire,
keeping the hearth warm.
Waiting to come back,
to the warm embrace
of crackers
on a rainy day.

Welcome

Welcome to this culmination of poems, stories, daily life, and other random and slightly unrelated arguments, topics, and general information that I feel are necessary (yes, my absolute power as master/ slave driver, and overseer)to provide, or to discuss. Comments are always welcome, just please don't cross any toes (or lines). A little about myself? Ehh, I'm just a regular, middle class American, who has opinions like any other. I work as an EMT (yes, an ambulance guy) and as a firefighter (again, yes, big shiny red truck) and as a waiter (don't ask where, please!) I enjoy (parentheses), reading, walking, woodworking, growing plants, thinking, joking, ect...ect. Congratulations for reading this far, sit back, and enjoy the average (or more, or less) postings. Thanks!
~Jas1268123