THANKS DAD!

HAPPY VETERAN'S DAY!

*Member of Army Air Corps, 460 Bomber Group.

I'm Working On A Dream

It's been strangely quiet on this here blog lately. Sorry.
Not because I don't have anything to say, but because I am still computer-less at home.
And at work? Well that darn thing called work keeps getting in the way. Been busy.

Not much new here in Anger Managementland. EXCEPT.......it's the start of Birthday-rama. This Friday, October 16, I will be 52 years old. Yes, 52 and proud of it.

So, in honor of my 52nd Birthday here are some words of wisdom from people far smarter than me (hello, not that hard!):

Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter. Mark Twain

Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Samuel Ullman

Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional. Chili Davis

The years teach much which the days never knew. Ralph Waldo Emerson

Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been. Mark Twain

A woman is not old until regret takes the place of dreams. John Barrymore

Every wrinkle is but a notch in the quiet calendar of a well-spent life. Charles Dickens

Forty is the old age of youth, fifty the youth of old age. Victor Hugo

Everyone is the age of their heart. Guatemalan Proverb

Age is a high price for maturity. Tom Stoppard

By the time I have money to burn, my fire will have burnt out. Author Unknown

Old age is fifteen years older than I am. Oliver Wendell Holmes

Men do not quit playing because they grow old, they grow old because they quit playing. Oliver Wendell Holmes

Does age poison us, or do we poison age? Astrid Alauda

Some people, no matter how old they get, never lose their beauty - they merely move it from their faces to their hearts. Martin Maxbaum

Grandchildren don't make a man feel old; it's the knowledge that he's married to a grandmother(Jerk!). G. Norman Collie

None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm. Henry David Thoreau

First you forget names, then you forget faces, then you forget to pull your zipper up, then you forget to pull your zipper down.

The years between 50 and 70 are the hardest. You are always being asked to do more, and you are not yet decrepit enough to turn them down. T.S. Eliot

You know you've reached middle age when a Doctor, not a policeman tells you to slow down. Author Unknown

The great think about getting old is that you don't lose all the other ages you've been. Madeleine L'Engle

One of the best parts of growing older? You can flirt all you like since you've become harmless. Liz Smith

In a dream, you are never eighty. Anne Sexton

I don't do alchol anymore, I get the same effect just standing up. Author unknown

Regular naps prevent old age, especially if you take them while driving. Author unknown

Middle age is when your classmates are so gray and wrinkles and bald they don't recognize you. Bennett Cerf

Youth is when your allowed to stay up late on New Years Eve. Middle age is when your forced to. Bill Vaughn

True terror is when you wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country. Kurt Vonnegut

In dog years, I'm dead. Author Unknown

If youth but know, And old age only could. Henri Estienne

There was no respect for youth when I was young, and now that I'm old, there is no respect for age---I missed it coming and going. Ann Priestly (This is the story of my life!)

And finally my two favorites:

DO NOT REGRET GROWING OLDER. IT IS A PRIVILEGE DENIED TO MANY. Author Unknown.

OLD AGE AIN'T NO PLACE FOR SISSIES! The late, great Bette Davis.

I ain't no sissy-la-la. I can handle being old!!!

Onward Christian Soldiers

From the "oh pleeeaase give me a fuckin' break" file.
I read this on Post Gazette's web site.

What a jerk this superintendent must be. Come on man. We're talking four. FOUR homeless kids. Like their lives aren't hard enough.

Jesus, this makes me angry! Maybe he should think that someday people could treat his grandkids in the same manner.

But I doubt it.

Or could it dawn on him one day the whole "there, but for the grace of God go I" way of thinking. Maybe?

So this lovely little school district whose median home price is $355,000 doesn't want four, yes FOUR homeless kids attending their schools?

What's puzzling is that 65% of its residence are college educated or better.

Shouldn't they know better?

Just a coincidence that the school is 91.3% white?

School district Superintendent Michael A. Panza said although the children are served by a day shelter in the district, they're sleeping at churches outside of the district.

These are the same people that will bitch about paying welfare for these same adults because they never got an education.

I'm sure they were also ready to "save" all those fetus' as long as they were in the womb.

But God forbid we should ever try to help them after they're born.

Jerks.

Speaking of jerks, there is a new donut shop in the strip called Peace, Love and Little Donuts.

When looking at the web site, it tells you get in touch with your inner hippie. So your probably thinking, hey this is probably run by some hipster or the like.
WRONG. I checked out his blog (which has since been deleted). This man is a far, far right anti-gay christian fundamentalist.

In his words:
This crowd will not rest until Homosexuality is mainstream,
until they pass the Fairness Doctrine and rid the county of Conservative talk radio; until they transfer our sovriegnty to the UN

Think he's talking about the Democrats? I wish I would have copied the other stuff before he took down the site.

Golly gee, those right wing fundamentalist are always confusing themselves with the peace loving hippies.

Don't ya just hate when that happens?

Sort of like when people confuse Rush with Rachel. (Well they DO both begin with R).

As the individual who sent me this information wrote; I plan on avoiding this place like the plague!

Onward Christian Soldiers. Really, onward. As in move forward. Outta here. Adios. See ya later. Bye.

* I know, I know. I'm going straight to hell for the picture of Jesus giving the finger. But you know, I looked and looked for an appropriate picture and kept coming back to this. I know it's in bad taste. But I just couldn't help myself. Because I truly believe Jesus really does disagree with these assholes.
THIS coming from one who used to dress up daily as a nun. Yes the girl on the top in the picture below is me!
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Sorry Jesus. For my bad interpretation of a nun and the finger picture.

Bless me father..........

Dream On

No you are not dreaming, this is a picture of the Point State Park fountain. And yes, it is pink. My friend Elaine is, among other things a breast cancer survivor. Tomorrow she is honored to be one of the survivors who will be putting pink dye into the fountain at the Point of kick off Breast Cancer awareness month. I could write blog post after blog post about what she has overcome in her life. So far she has beat her latest obstacle,just like everything else. You go girl!

Speaking of dreams, my God last night I had the weirdest dream. I'm talking weird, weird, weird. I dreamt Cyril Wecht tried to pick me up and my boss told me I had to post it on my blog.
See, I told you it was weird.
Wonder where THAT came from.
Funny thing is, Cyril Wecht got on my nerves even in my dream!
I was going to put every big word I know into one sentence for this post just like he does, but I don't have enough energy this morning.
Sorry.

On to other things.
Common Sense.
How about this!
Two things come to mind.
1. Who turned this lady in? Talk about creeps.
2. If I were the parents of those children, I would find out who sent the letter and come Monday morning, I would drop the kids off at their office.
Jesus, that is why government is given a bad name!

The Anger Management Girls are headed on a field trip this Thursday. We are going to the new Rivers Casino in Pittsburgh.
THAT should provide me with all kind of new stories to write on this here blog!

Wish me luck and pleasant dreams!

Cyril Wecht????????Where the hell did that come from?

And The Rockets Red Glare............

I took this picture while at the Pirate's game on Saturday night. It was Skyblast night. It reminds me of the attack on Ft. Henry.

Calm Before The Storm

This is Walnut Street today. Three blocks from my home. Hard to believe isn't it? On any day of the week, this street would be busting at the seam with activity.
Not today.
I feel like my city is under siege. Yesterday there were military transport helicopters circling overhead. Right now all I hear is police sirens. Lots of them.

There's not a person on the street. ANYWHERE!

Having lived in DC and working on Pennsylvania Avenue, I'm no stranger to protests. One time I was late for work(surprise, surprise)running to get there last minute. Marlon Brando and company had my whole building surrounded to protest the FBI's involvement in Wounded Knee. Let me tell you, I was pissed. I wanted to tell Marlon I really had nothing to do with it, plus I was late for a meeting, and my boss is going to be pissed enough as it is, so couldn't he just let me by this one little old time?

Anyway, you know what it feels like here this week, does anyone remember the scene at the end of The Untouchables when the Feds are at the train station waiting for Al Capone? The clock is ticking, the guns are aimed. Tick, tick tick, nervous perspiration is dripping from their foreheads. They are well prepared. Waiting. Then some woman starts walking up the steps with a baby carriage and screws everything up.
It feels like the city is the train station. All the guns are aimed, just waiting for a protesters to step out of line.

Hopefully I won't be the lady with the baby carriage!

Welcome G-20 Summit.

Now please go home so that my street can return to this: