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Naples, Florida
I like to laugh. If you don't, please hit whatever button escorts you from the premises immediately. I write a humor column for the Naples Daily News called, get this, "Life is Heald." It's about life as we all see it, just from a pair of rose-colored glasses that need cleaning. I tell stories, I rant about things that drive us all to the point of filling out a gun permit, I make fun of you and I make fun of me. If I can't use it in the column for whatever reason, it ends up here. Sometimes, you'll need to read the column to know what I'm writing about, but often the posts are just random, drive-by thoughts that entered my brain and exited my fingers. Just a flesh wound, so don't go dialing 911 about anything you read here. This is not one of those blogs that will tell you how many prunes it took to jump start my last bowel movement or what grade the kid got on his math test. The good stuff, I save for the Christmas newsletter.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Moments When You Think You've Raised Them Right


Keegan Hurt His Knee Today
 
Two eggs who once shared a womb,
A life that follows sharing a room.

Brothers who fight like household species,
Stopping just short of flinging their feces.

Life and death immaterial to see who wins,
Singular victory the spoils in a battle of twins.

Venom and vinegar spew forth untapped
Fueling mindless battles in which they are trapped.

Seemingly intent on destroying heart and soul,
During war waged for a cereal bowl.

And then Keegan hurt his knee today,
One day after Riley was cleared to play.

And so the joy of Riley’s return,
Is cremated and left alone in an urn.

Bitterness goes wanting, nor is it sought,
His brother is hurt, unable to walk.

Unnoticed, a father watches with stress,
Then sees who is helping who, get dressed.

Seeing Riley place a sock on his brother’s foot,
Love and war, in perspective, is neatly put.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Turn That Frown Upside...Oh, Forget It

     This woman was arrested for prostitution.  I'll assume somone has already contacted DOT maintenance for the burned out bulb in that street light.  Do you think the john clawed his own eyes out before or after?  It takes 43 muscles to frown, but to do what this lady is doing also requires four-wheel drive, a chain and the anchor from the Queen Mary.  If the Grimace was a woman, this is her.  They went through seventeen vice detectives before they found one that could keep a straight face while propositioning her.  The guy they found to pull it off had LASIK surgery the day after he arrested this woman and sued his superiors for making him perform his job in an unsafe work environment.  They settled out of court immediately.  The day this woman's mug shot was posted online, twenty-three monastaries had to stop taking applicants.  Women like this are why men have opposable thumbs.