No Grooves Allowed.

This morning Al's father and I told him something he didn't want to hear. He told us that we messed up his groove. He is only eleven. Nobody gets a groove in this house, until they are twenty one, college educated AND supporting themselves. Shoot. Preteens.

You say goodbye. I say hello.

Have you ever felt like everything you were attempting to do was
totally misunderstood? Yesterday I was just trying to learn to do some
things and that process got me labeled as ungrateful. I try to be a
fair and decent friend and person in general, but folks were seeking
to tap dance on my last good nerve. All on holiday weekend, too.
Although I have noticed that I have a lot more challenges to maintain
a positive attitude since I decided to make the effort to improve
myself in that area. I will not give up.

A New Idea

Since I'm going to be on the road and doing lots of different and exciting things this summer, I thought I'd make this a spot where I can send in my musings on the road for my family and friends and all who are interested. Have a safe weekend and a great Memorial Day!