Thank goodness the daughter called at 6:45 am this morning, otherwise, I might have slept in. Bill was still asleep. The son was still asleep (because he didn't have school). She was just wondering if maybe Bill and I would like to take a holiday without her and the son. Might be cheaper she said. I'm thinking she's got a party angle going on!!!!!
Anyway, headed off to work. Small class today; only 10 kids. Still didn't feel like I got much done though. Got a lovely present from one of the little boys. He just got back from the Phillipenes for Christmas. It's a beautful frame. Can't wait to find a picture to put in it.
Popped home quickly after work to grab an energy bar and quick bathroom break. Then it was off to get my hair done. Two hours later.
Came home made supper and Maya and I relaxed on the new furniture. I could really get used to the soft leather, and reclining back!!!!
AFter I got supper ready, I realized I had nothing on in the evening. The son wasn't going to soccer practice as he had a Physics test to study for. He left at 1:00 in the afternoon; met friends at Starbucks and never got home til 7:00 pm. They stayed at Starbucks and then went out for supper. Now he wants me to type fast so he can finish studying. Ok, who has taken my son, and replaced him with this "lovely young man!!!!!" hahahahaha
So quick poem. The author of this poem is unknown, but my dad used to say it all the time. I can remember bugging him to tell it when we were out camping and we'd be sitting around the campfire. Didn't matter how many beers or drinks he had had, he always remembered the words. That was a very special memory. I used to have the poem memorized as well, (with or without a drink), but like anything else, if you don't use it, you lose it, so I'm always forgetting parts. Maybe if my kids would ask to hear it more......Wonder when story telling got lost - or did it just turn into rap.
Now son I see you're growing up, it's just as I had feared. You wear a shoulder holster and you're developing a beard. Now son before you sling a gun and let your whiskers grow, come hear the tragic tale, of Whiskey Jack Monroe.
Now Whiskey Jack had always lacked a shaving sense of fear. But since he was a worldly wised and prudent mountaineer, he carried to insure himself against all chance of harm, a six gun in his holster underneath his good left arm. That six gun was a friend whom Monroe could well rely. He drew it with a slight of hand far swifter than the eye. But even with a trick like that, on which he could depend, he had one fatal weakness that undid him in the end. That weakness was a wondrous beard, that clothed his rugged jaw. It was his pride, his life, his joy, a gem without a flaw. It billowed to a point between his waistline and his knee. A flowing facial ornament, most marvelous to see.
Now Whiskey had an enemy named Dusty Dan MaGraw. A justly famous artist at the double cross arm draw. He always gave fair warning and he always got his man. A square straight shooting gentleman was doubtless Dusty Dan.
One summer day the Big Horn and Rockey Mountain Quail saw Dusty Dan a making tracks along the dusty trail. His eyes fixed on the lofty ledge where perched the miners shack. For Dan had gone a gunnin' for the pelt of Whiskey Jack. But Jack observed him coming and heeded the alarm. He strapped his trusty six gun underneath his good left arm. And ready for the combat sallied forth to meet the foe. For never was a braver man than Whiskey Jack Monroe.
They met upon the trail. Said Dan without a show of haste; "Your whiskers are obnoxious to my fantastic taste." Said Whisky Jack; "Can that be so. We'll see what we shall see. I'm betting ten to one you get a closer shave than me." So there they stood and matched the light of battle in their eyes. Till Dusty made a dive towards the holster at his side. And Jack reached for his six-gun with a motion swift as sin. But his drawing hand got tangled in the whiskers on his chin.
A moments hesitation but a fatal moment too. For Dusty seized the chance to set his six guns smokin' blue. And Whiskey Jack fell sprawling with a slug between his eyes. For those double cussed whiskers were the cause of his demise.
So sonny take a fools advise. You'll find that it will pay. Keep your razor sharp and use it every other day. For if you choose to cultivate a densly bearded lip. Heed my warning cowboy wear your holster on your hip.
Author Unknown
As told by Ted Zoback
BODY: As I said, got my hair cut and colored, and although it might be a little hard to maintain, Omar did a great job.
MIND: Louise Hay "I now create a wonderful new job." I've decided to take this new job of mine, and make it mine.....I can only put into it, what I want to get out of it. And I love the kids.
Good night
Son, the computer is yours.
Stacey
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