Seniors and Texting


The following was e-mailed to me and it was too good to pass up. Yes, this could be called a lazy man’s blog, but it’s Tuesday after a holiday – if you have a complaint, text me.

A lot of oldsters have difficulties with the issue of texting, specifically the abbreviations can be a bit challenging. So, here is a list of them that may be handy for someone who is just a little older.

“Texting Abbreviations for the Elderly:

FWIW: Forgot Where I Was

BTW: Bring The Wheelchair

ROFL CGU: Rolling On The Floor Laughing…And Can’t Get Up

DWI: Driving While Incontinent

LOL: Living On Lipitor

OMG: Obama Must Go

OMG: Ouch, My Groin!

IMHO: Is My Hearing-Aid On?

WTF: What’s Today’s Fish?

IWTF: I Wet The Furniture


RULKM: Are You Leaving Kids Money?

BYOT: Bring Your Own Teeth

GTG: Gotta Groan

TGIF: Thank Goodness It’s Four (Four O’Clock – Early Bird Special)

FWB: Friend With Betablockers

FYI: For Your Indigestion… JK: Just Kvetching

TTYL: Talk To You Louder

MILF: Meal I’d Like To Forget

LMDO: Laughing My Dentures Out

LWO: Lawrence Welk’s On

MGAD: My Grandson’s A Doctor

SUS: Speak Up, Sonny

WIWYA: When I Was Your Age (my favorite)

GOML: Get Off My Lawn”

Hope this is of some help to you seniors.

Mittster (I’m not admitting to anything!)


The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it. – W. M. Lewis

This quote was posted by my friend Leslie Menninger on Facebook recently. She is always sharing wonderful quotes daily that instill the best feelings humans can experience. This particular quote struck a chord with me that I just can’t shake. When a subject, event or happening catches my eye and won’t let go, I must write a blog about it. It’s not that I have something to add or that I am able to impart some new and exciting meaning to the quote’s substance. It only means that it struck a chord in my being and I was able to hear harmony in the music.

After reading the quote, I wanted to remember when my life really started. I spent the first fifty years of my life living on the edge of reason and sanity. I always wanted to be like someone else who appeared to have all the things I could not acquire. I was never satisfied with any one woman for very long. The amazing part was that these women were so much further along emotionally than me. What drew them toward me I will never understand. Please know that my intentions were always honorable…at least at first.

I did not start drinking until I was twenty-six and believe me I tried to make up for all the years I missed. Drugs were a part of the culture at the time and I tried them, but they never took the place of alcohol. I don’t blame my behavior on booze and drugs. I blame my behavior on the lack of character to walk away from the very things that were causing me to run and hide from reality. I do blame myself for hurting people who loved me and then turning my back to their pain. I now feel their pain more intensely than they ever could. That is my cross to bear, even to my grave.

I started playing with motorcycles early in life

I started playing with motorcycles early in life

One fine day in 1990, I came across a book by Dr. Steven Covey called “The Seven Habits of Highly Successful People.” Books, and the authors who write them, can be an incredibly positive experience to those who read them. As an author, my sole intent is to have somebody read my work and be captivated and unable to put the darn thing down even long enough to use the restroom. This is how Dr. Covey’s book affected me. Someone else could try to read the book and end up using it for TP. I lived and breathed his book until it was internalized and I started living the principles the book offered. That was the first day of my life.


Some might say I wasted fifty years, but that is not the reality of life. The reality is that even though those years, for the most part, were unproductive and sometimes destructive, all the roads I have taken were essential to the place and time I now live in. Had I varied one iota from my path, I would not be married to the most wonderful woman in the world and enjoying the most fulfilling life any person could ask for. The lesson for me is that even though I have deep regrets, I would not change even one moment of my life if offered this very second. This is the wonderful paradox of time and the reason we must always go forward into the future.

Sturgis, 1999.  Sandy is the love of my life!

Sturgis, 1999. Sandy is the love of my life!

Yes, I started my life late, but every year after 1995 has been filled with excitement and wonderment at how beautiful a sober life can be. My existence is the most exciting high I have ever experienced!

Write on,



Sunday Funnies


Sorry, there will be no Sunday Funnies today. A computer glitch caused me to shoot my laptop with a .12 gage shotgun. I should have a new one and be up and running next Sunday. Meanwhile, you can find me riding my Harley toward Skull Valley, Arizona, in honor of the new skull ring I bought online.

Have a great day and keep the rubber on the asphalt….


Snoped Again


My daughter shot big holes through my blog, Two Moon Day.

While it made me feel a little stupid for being so trusting of anything I read on Facebook, I still enjoyed writing the piece. After all, I am a fiction author…it’s what I do. Besides, the message of the blog had nothing to do with Moon and Mars in conjunction or a lunar eclipse.

I am glad she pointed out that Snopes debunked the story. It illustrates vividly that Facebook is not the place to look for blogging material unless it is to debunk the site…in which case it is the perfect place.

Write on,


Regrets? (continued)


This is the first time I have ever continued a blog subject. While I am flattered that so many people want to read more on this subject, I am a little apprehensive about being repetitious, and at the same time forcing myself to relive a past that is history and possibly best forgotten. I am always wary of history repeating itself….

I don’t need specific programs of rehabilitation to remind me that addiction to drugs and alcohol will always be lurking somewhere deep inside my being waiting to retake what it had claimed so many years ago. The beast always waits to drag its victim into darkness where it feeds on human dignity and spiritual wholeness. Yes, I am fearful of this possibility, but at the same time, I stand tall in the light yearning to stay free.

In the last blog, I mentioned the book “The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People” by Dr. Stephen Covey. At that time, I failed to mention one other book which was instrumental in showing me the path to sobriety. This book “The Greatest Salesman in the World” by Og Mandino also helped immensely in the process. It is fair again to mention that some would not find these books helpful and use the pages in the outhouse. In fact, these same people would print this blog for the same use. We can’t please everyone and if tried, we would end up banging our heads against the nearest solid object. This procedure would be a total waste of time and you don’t want to pay the doctor bill to patch up your head. I will save “Outrageous Doctor Bill” for another blog.

The next sentence is possibly the most repeated statement ever used. “Today is the first day of the rest of your life!” The reason it is so repeated is because it deals with one of the most basic truths of humanity. When we wake up in the morning (or any other time for that matter), we start life anew. This realization is what enabled me to get up, dust myself off, and move forward into a better life of Love and the understanding that it was not all about me.

Sure, I awoke many times heading for the golden throne so I could vomit up all the crap I had ingested the night before while saying, “I will never do this again.” If I had a nickel for every time I said that…you get the point; well, I never got a nickel and I never got rich. Let’s face it; grabbing a toilet rim to throw up is a really bad habit. According to Dr. Covey, “You can only get rid of a bad habit by replacing it with a good one.” Now we are getting somewhere was my thought when I read this. “What a concept.” Duh? Why didn’t I think of that before?

When I yanked myself by the seat of my britches out of the bars long enough to get sober, I started concentrating on becoming a construction superintendent instead of just a dirt bag carpenter. Things started to change; I dressed better, and I learned new ways to do my job more efficiently and professionally. I even taught myself to touch type using a CD which opened the door to becoming a project manager. Holy cow, people started looking up to me, and better yet, wanted my opinion at work and in my personal life!

When the bottom fell out of construction in 2009 and families were losing everything they ever worked for, I refused to let anything drag me back down into the darkness. I went to the computer and started writing a novel. The results have been three murder mysteries, Evil in the Mirror, Day Stalker and The Phoenix Code which are published and available on Amazon. I also started writing my first blogs and discovered that writing was my long lost passion. I was amazed that the writing part was easy; proofing, editing and publishing were the real challenges.

If my path in life inspires just one person to do likewise, all of the work writing blogs will have not been in vain. I plan to put together a “Book of Blogs” and have it published so that after I have left the planet, whatever wisdom that may have been imparted can be read for generations to come. I say this with all modesty because I know that I am not a Stephen King or Ernest Hemingway. I am just a retired construction worker who likes to write.

I’m just saying,


Two Moons Day

Since there were no cameras that last time the moon and mars were in conjunction - no picture.

Since there were no cameras that last time the moon and mars were in conjunction – no picture.











I heard someone say that making a big deal out of Mars and our Moon joining together for an appearance tonight is plain nonsense. The fact no one on Earth will see it again in their lifetime is also total nonsense. There are many more important things to worry about right here on our planet.

After hearing this, I pondered why she was worried in the first place. It appears to me that mankind as a whole worries way too much. Most of the worry fodder is created by (you guessed it) humans. If there were no humans on Earth, would there be anything to worry about? I think it would be like the sound of one hand clapping.


Lunar eclipse

Lunar eclipse


There will also be a lunar eclipse about midnight on the west coast – something else for our little Miss Worry Pants to complain about. She should take a break from pacing back and forth afraid that our country is going to hell in a hand basket. It may well be, but fretting about it doesn’t help one iota.

The celestial show tonight will be a perfect time for all of us to finally agree on something. It will be beautiful, peaceful and interesting, providing we can get our booties out of bed in time to watch it. I, for one, am going to try to put binoculars on the events as they unfold with a cup of hot tea and coffee cake. Yes, you can have your cake and eat it too.

We all need to look at the heavens late at night occasionally. It may remind us that our whims and folly are just that and that the grandeur of our universe is nothing less than looking into the face of God, no matter how you perceive him or her.




I sometimes wonder how ancient peoples living in caves perceived celestial wonders…there were no scientific explanations then. It must have been terrifying to say the least. I bet they sat in a circle around the fire split into two groups – the Repubs and Dems, both blaming each other for what was obviously doomsday approaching. I venture to say not much has changed in six million years, give or take a million years or so.

I’m just saying,


One Father’s Wish

Q Nov. 2011 008

You know if I wanted to, I could say that my biological father used to treat my brother and me horribly and would swing us on top of doors because we were scared to death of heights. He was an Army Air Corps pilot and wanted us to be pilots too. He died in WWII, and that also caused horrible trauma to my brother and me. We loved and hated him all at the same time.

I could also say that in the early years after our father died, our stepfather treated us like slaves and we were so afraid of him we would hide in the bedroom closet. He would force us to eat oatmeal; and if we gagged, he would pop us in the back of the head with his knuckles causing extreme pain. Mealtime was always a scary time. In fact, the only time we were not scared as children was when he was at work. Our mother handled all this with large amounts of alcohol, which infuriated our stepfather and they would have horrible fights that also scared us senseless. She would fight him so he would let up on us. It was like a snake eating its own tail. The next day it would start all over again.

Yup, I have heard every excuse under the sun for how we turn out as adults, but in the final analysis we are all responsible for our own lives and how we decide to live them. I stopped blaming my father and my stepfather for the way I was living my life. My stepfather finally realized that he was treating us just like he was treated by his mother after his dad died when he was young and his mother starting ruling with an iron hand. The realization turned him into the best dad anyone could hope for. He died in 1980 before I had a chance to tell him how much I loved him because of the changes, even though I had long since become an adult.

I finally looked into the mirror and pointed my finger at the real culprit…me. It was hard to let go of the easy way out for all my wrong doings. I blamed other people, places and events for my dismal life, while in fact I had always known what was right and what was wrong. While my childhood days were not always the most pleasant, my parents instilled in me the difference between right and wrong. In fact, I believe we know the difference at birth – it is called the collective consciousness. We all know the difference between right and wrong from the very beginning.

I say these things without malice to my children who are now adults living their own lives. It is true that I was not the best dad and in some instances no dad at all. I am sorry for that, but now that my time on Earth is short, I must prepare for my departure. I have no time for hurtful things that are long past or hate that only destroys the vessel it is contained in. I must live what is left of my life in love and peace. It is with love and peace that I wish all my family happiness and fulfillment.

Let’s spend the rest of our lives in peace and harmony with love for one another. OK?

I’m just asking,