Excerpts from a Dog's Daily Diary

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary (Day 983 of my captivity)

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards. There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

innocence lost

A Shinning Star


a cheerful smile.....

you won't believe this...

and the beat goes on!

ONE LINE SAYINGS:

My Attitude reflects my Altitude!
My invisible friend does NOT like you.
My mood swing is BIGGER than yours!
I don't read minds... I offend them.
Wait for it...... Wait for it.... MOOD SWING!
I'm NOT crazy... just emotionally challenged.
WHAT?!?! Are my demonic horns showing????
Don't bother me.... I'm having a delightful conversation with myself!
I'm driving my car today, because my broom is in the shop.
I'm not optimistic... I'm delusional.
I have ISSUES..... with MYSYLF!!
Yep.... still CRAZY!
I have a very low tolerance for NORMAL people.
I don't have conversations with myself... I have EPICS.
You only like ME 'cuz I make YOU look SANE!
This mentality is "out of order"... Sorry for the inconvenience!
STOP THE PAIN!!! put everyone on prozac!
SHHHHHHHHH! Don't distract me.... I'm counting the pretty floating lights!
What mental defects I have aren't hereditary.... they are CONTAGEOUS!

"One two three FOUR five, six seven eight NINE ten, eleven twelve. Doooo do do do dooo do."

12,000 milligrams of "happy pills"...................i think i'm insane! thats where i started this pinball ride! I cried and they said "take this".....naive and trusting...twisted and "let's try this" are three words i dread to hear from the shrink....i've been TWICKED a few arounds and passed out cold on the floor! COUNTING is a refuge, safe place, temporary relief……

WHAT IS SO WRONG WITH COUNTING? I had learned how to count at an early age!!

Invisable Walls

Mentally locked......

“A human being is a part of a whole, called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest… a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.” — Albert Einstein.

darkness

Darkness be my pillow,

And sorrow be my bed;

Bend me like the willow

Then bind me to the stead.

Sing me soft of sadness,

To fill my eyes with years;

Succor me my madness,

And gently blot the tears.

Help me bear the birthing

As what will be is born;

Ancient bones unearthing,

My hair of pride be shorn:

Lift me, do not scold me;

Please let me feel the skies–

Hold me, darling hold me,

Once more before I rise.

© 2006 Jeffrey Hull

It seems I am forever receding into the darkness that seems so familiar and comfortable...why i ask myself....and it's just that life is so hard, every day, it hurts to be vulnerable...exhausted, mentally - takes its toll, anger fills and hardens the heart, restless sets in where nothing can break the hold of tears……isolation from friends, family, and denial to admit losing control, losing the battle of sanity

Why I REALLY hate clowns!

I never really like clowns...they try to hard to make you laugh and to be honest...they looked stupid or scary with make up on their faces....not to mention the clothes -- fashion police! Growing up...my brother had one of these boping things....of course i wasn't allowed to hit it (when he was home! ha)

The idea was to hit it as often as you wanted. Maybe it was supposed to help you learn to box; if so, I was a miserable failure. In any case, this opponent was a pushover — literally. It never tried to fight back, never defended itself, never got mad at me. Always smiling and standing still, it presented a beautiful target I could pummel to my heart’s content. But a funny thing happened with the boxing clown. I lost every fight I had with it.I was the one doing the punching and the knocking down. I was the one who should have won. But the clown had a secret. Because of its round bottom, it never stayed knocked over. No matter how many times I punched the clown’s lights out, it always came back upright. By the end of the fight, I was exhausted. Punched out and worn out, I was ready to quit. But my opponent, the clown, still stood there, smiling that infuriating grin at me. when I left the room, I sometimes imagined it raising its arms in victory behind my back — smiling all the while, of course.
focus on the family artical

but i did have the clown additon of "Weebles Wobble But They Don't Fall Down"

same concept, smaller version...................i think i finally got mad and burried them in the backyard -- a few years later the dog dug them up.....

this time i dug the hole DEEPER!

MY ADULT NIGHTMARE is going to a Tulsa Resturant and finding this clown and trying to eat a meal? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

Who's Who Mr. Puppeteer

Predestination
God created sin so that we would know Mercy…(TV “Friday Night Lights)

Duck & Cover

IT'S BEEN A "BAD" DAY

Move over BOYZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

SO as the big weekend ends........i reflex a little bit. Mostly how many women are attending the race...all ages...wife's, mothers, friends...but i was especailly touched to see a few daddy/daughters.......