The Season of Goodbye . . . Again. . .

Well the TV season is over; shows are having finales, or going away for good. A lot of time is spent by people watching TV. We invite these stories into our lives, and are moved to laugh, or gasp or cry. Like books before it, TV can at times be a way to let wonderful stories into our lives, and like an extended family, we visit almost every week, and catch up and learn new things, and live vicariously and are touched by how those stories relate to us. Most shows are just a way to kill time, they are entertainment. But, sometimes one or two will come along that we connect with on a deeper level, because the stories are ones we can relate to, or maybe we see a little of ourselves in the characters portrayed on the screen. These feelings are real, and just like real family or friends that pass in and out of our lives, the memories live on inside of us, and if we are lucky, we learned something about life and ourselves along the way. Is it silly to have such an emotional investment in a TV program? I don't think so. Perhaps it is the people who don’t find this attachment who are the ones who are missing out. In my mind, being able to explore feelings through characters and stories shows emotional growth and expression. To be open to these experiences stimulates the mind, and excites the soul, but to be too good for that kind of thing, or closed off to how a character or story can effect you, makes you as two dimensional as the characters on the screen. Either way you look at it, we must remember that there are no goodbyes,
just good memories. . .

Oh Balls. . .

Well we went out to eat for a little work event for James' office. It was so good. We went to the Reata. So here is the breakdown of the sampler platter we had. There were two fat tamales, which were pretty good. A few half Quails, smoked, which were really good. Four or so Bacon wrapped Shrimp which were good, but over rated. A star shaped piece of corn bread, all laid on cheese grits. But the best thing on the plate in my opinion were the calf fries. YUM! So by calf, I mean bull, and by fries I mean BALLS. That's right, Cow Balls. They were so good. And yes, I get the irony of Me liking to eat balls, ha ha, shut up. Anyway, there were so good, I think I actually had between 8 - 12 of them. They were a tiny bit like liver, but lite and not as dense. I think most people would not try them because of the fact that they are balls, but if you get over that you may want to give them a chance. I didn't care what they were or what they used to be, they were meat and I was in. Well that really all. I guess I should have known there would be something to do with Mountain Oysters this week, because my Kiwi all week have been double lobed and looked like bawls.

Hello, my name is Tim, and I enjoy Bawls(wink)..........

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Don't you hate it ....

When your walking down the street, and you see someone from your past, who you don't want to talk to. So you look down and walk by, hoping that they wont see you. BUT THEY RECOGNIZE YOU, they Recognize you, and they stop you and say, "Hey (Your Name Here), were you gonna walk by me without saying hello?" And you say, "No Mom." - JT

I do not believe in mothers day. There I said it. For that matter, I don't believe in fathers day either. I don't believe in any of the extra Retail holidays, just the important ones. If it isn't a Birthday or an Actual holiday some one celebrates, like Xmas or Solstice or Ramadan or Hanukkah, then its crap and presents should not be expected or required. I guess if you want, valentines day can be an exception, and of course your own personal anniversary's, but otherwise.....Crap. I just hate this 2 week to 1 1\2 month holiday advertising buffer. And the people of the land are brainwashed into thinking that they deserve a gift on these days, and get upset if they don't. I heard a radio commercial for a jewelry store and the guy was all......"Hey, I need to find my wife a really nice mothers day present, like this 3 karat diamond bracelet on sale for only blah blah blah. HELLO, did you marry your mom? Gross! If you insist on getting a mothers day present for your mom then fine, I do admit I get mine a card, no harm there but, I think husbands are actually expected to get their wives something for mothers day. Which is, oh I don't know, STUPID, lets just say. So if you get married you not only have to get your mom a present, but your wife too? And also, Moms expect their kids to get the Grandmother a present too!!! Some poor bastards out there are getting Pyramid Fucked because they have to support the quadrant of retail by getting their mom a present, getting their wife a present (Stupid), getting their grandmother a present (dumb) and buying their kids a present for the selfish wife who still expects something out of him. 4 presents, 4! What in the hell is wrong with the world today? Just to add a touch o hypocrisy to the whole thing, don't think for one second this goes on for Fathers day. At least not to that extent. Now don't get me wrong, I am not saying lets hand out gasoline martinis and noose neck ties on these special fake days. But I am. Oh and for all you churchies out there, you are screwed even more, because of Special (in the Corky sense) mothers day services. In which you have to buy flowers and corsages and there is pageantry and poof and I just threw up.


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