Early in the morning

I just don't get morning? Every morning I waks at sun up and wonder what to do with the dog. In the old days all you did was open your door and the dog would run out to pee and poop and you knew you were good to go till the afternoon. I am not sure what my new dog does outside but I don't hting she even leaves the ramp I use to get in the house.

I open the door and finally go back to the door and open it and the dog is still on the ramn. I guess I will never know as I could care less what she does because I let her out I pray she does her business. On Monday's I do all my running around so the dog will be staying home today as much as I hate leaving her alone. I think about her life before I adopted her and I am not quite sure weather or not that she likes her new home or not.

I am so much happier having a little lady to talk to and pet. I was so afraid of her when I got her and I still need to tell my land lady which may not be the best thing in the worl because like every one else in the world she is a money person that lives for that part of life. MONEY! God I wish I could find a person that had enough of thier own money and didn't need all of mine. Mone I blieve solves nothing other than having to learn to ba a real ass hole telling everyone no.

Oh well, Maybe I will finish this thought but I dout it.

Happy monday and the last day of July. July is already over golly this month my age becomes a half of a century old and I am not sure if I am ready to be that old. I have thought of myself as a kid and my mind is no more clever than that. Oh well, I will live with it..

Have a great day and don't get into anything I won't. I am leaving my dog at home today but I think it is better that way. A happy dog is a healthy dog. :)

Peace Out

La Roo

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One more Sunday

The blog my friends is a way to waste a morning hour or so just trying to think of what I think you all would like to read. I have gotten a new dog and now she is just turning into a really nice little dog. The dog is a Corgi and her name is Ruth which is my mother's name and just having her gives me inspiration so much so that I woke this morning and broke out the paint and my brushes to try and finish my painting that I would love to show you but don't know how to put a picture on a blog so I will pass and you will have to see it at the LIYF Network.

It is so funny how life is and works for my mind was mush without the dog and I have no problem putting my thoughts on paper but I have a hell of a time putting it on the computer. I sure wish my scanner knew how to read my nasty hand writing and turn it into typed characters. That isn't a real easy job but one day I am going to have to let you see all the writings I have. The pile is at least 2 inches high now and growing.

I have been writing one book and now one afternoon I woke from a nap and my life and the crazy things that have happened to me I decided to mix it into a detective or mystery story and the words just seem to flow out of my fingers. I do believe that I will have another great book for all of you to read once my autobiography is on the shelves.

When I began writing my biography last year in April who would think a year of writing would take 6 months for the editor to begin my journey into a nightmare that will probably take another year for me to have my first draft and then when I do the re-write and the book is complete the world of editing will begin all over again but in the mean time I have to go on living and enjoying every second I can. I love life and every little bundle or package that is waiting for me to open into an incredible adventure.that will be living in Florida.

Well my dear and wonderful readers I will have to say good day for this Sunday but remember I am trying always to think and look for words of wisdom for your interest. I am going to end this blog with an incredible piece of writing I had a look at last night. I pray you enjoy it as much as I did.

The Sleep of the just

"Do but consider what an excellent thing sleep is: It is so inestimable a jewel that, if a tyrant would give his ccrown for an hour's slumber, it cannot be brought: Of so beautiful a shape is it, that though a man lie with an empress, his heart cannot beat quiet till he leave her embracements to be at rest with the other: Yea so greatly indebted are we to this kinsmen of death that we owe the better tributary, half of our life to him: And there is good cause why we should do so: For sleep is the golden chain that ties health and our bodies together: Who complains of want? of wounds: of cares? of great men's oppressions? of captivity? Whilst he sleepeth? Beggars in their beds take as much pleasure as kings: Can we therefore surfeit on this delicate ambrosia?

Written by: Thomas Dekker

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One more Sunday

The blog my friends is a way to waste a morning hour or so just trying to think of what I think you all would like to read. I have gotten a new dog and now she is just turning into a really nice little dog. The dog is a Corgi and her name is Ruth which is my mother's name and just having her gives me inspiration so much so that I woke this morning and broke out the paint and my brushes to try and finish my painting that I would love to show you but don't know how to put a picture on a blog so I will pass and you will have to see it at the LIYF Network.

It is so funny how life is and works for my mind was mush without the dog and I have no problem putting my thoughts on paper but I have a hell of a time putting it on the computer. I sure wish my scanner knew how to read my nasty hand writing and turn it into typed characters. That isn't a real easy job but one day I am going to have to let you see all the writings I have. The pile is at least 2 inches high now and growing.

I have been writing one book and now one afternoon I woke from a nap and my life and the crazy things that have happened to me I decided to mix it into a detective or mystery story and the words just seem to flow out of my fingers. I do believe that I will have another great book for all of you to read once my autobiography is on the shelves.

When I began writing my biography last year in April who would think a year of writing would take 6 months for the editor to begin my journey into a nightmare that will probably take another year for me to have my first draft and then when I do the re-write and the book is complete the world of editing will begin all over again but in the mean time I have to go on living and enjoying every second I can. I love life and every little bundle or package that is waiting for me to open into an incredible adventure.that will be living in Florida.

Well my dear and wonderful readers I will have to say good day for this Sunday but remember I am trying always to think and look for words of wisdom for your interest. I am going to end this blog with an incredible piece of writing I had a look at last night. I pray you enjoy it as much as I did.

The Sleep of the just

"Do but consider what an excellent thing sleep is: It is so inestimable a jewel that, if a tyrant would give his ccrown for an hour's slumber, it cannot be brought: Of so beautiful a shape is it, that though a man lie with an empress, his heart cannot beat quiet till he leave her embracements to be at rest with the other: Yea so greatly indebted are we to this kinsmen of death that we owe the better tributary, half of our life to him: And there is good cause why we should do so: For sleep is the golden chain that ties health and our bodies together: Who complains of want? of wounds: of cares? of great men's oppressions? of captivity? Whilst he sleepeth? Beggars in their beds take as much pleasure as kings: Can we therefore surfeit on this delicate ambrosia?

Written by: Thomas Dekker

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One more Sunday

The blog my friends is a way to waste a morning hour or so just trying to think of what I think you all would like to read. I have gotten a new dog and now she is just turning into a really nice little dog. The dog is a Corgi and her name is Ruth which is my mother's name and just having her gives me inspiration so much so that I woke this morning and broke out the paint and my brushes to try and finish my painting that I would love to show you but don't know how to put a picture on a blog so I will pass and you will have to see it at the LIYF Network.

It is so funny how life is and works for my mind was mush without the dog and I have no problem putting my thoughts on paper but I have a hell of a time putting it on the computer. I sure wish my scanner knew how to read my nasty hand writing and turn it into typed characters. That isn't a real easy job but one day I am going to have to let you see all the writings I have. The pile is at least 2 inches high now and growing.

I have been writing one book and now one afternoon I woke from a nap and my life and the crazy things that have happened to me I decided to mix it into a detective or mystery story and the words just seem to flow out of my fingers. I do believe that I will have another great book for all of you to read once my autobiography is on the shelves.

When I began writing my biography last year in April who would think a year of writing would take 6 months for the editor to begin my journey into a nightmare that will probably take another year for me to have my first draft and then when I do the re-write and the book is complete the world of editing will begin all over again but in the mean time I have to go on living and enjoying every second I can. I love life and every little bundle or package that is waiting for me to open into an incredible adventure.that will be living in Florida.

Well my dear and wonderful readers I will have to say good day for this Sunday but remember I am trying always to think and look for words of wisdom for your interest. I am going to end this blog with an incredible piece of writing I had a look at last night. I pray you enjoy it as much as I did.

The Sleep of the just

"Do but consider what an excellent thing sleep is: It is so inestimable a jewel that, if a tyrant would give his ccrown for an hour's slumber, it cannot be brought: Of so beautiful a shape is it, that though a man lie with an empress, his heart cannot beat quiet till he leave her embracements to be at rest with the other: Yea so greatly indebted are we to this kinsmen of death that we owe the better tributary, half of our life to him: And there is good cause why we should do so: For sleep is the golden chain that ties health and our bodies together: Who complains of want? of wounds: of cares? of great men's oppressions? of captivity? Whilst he sleepeth? Beggars in their beds take as much pleasure as kings: Can we therefore surfeit on this delicate ambrosia?

Written by: Thomas Dekker

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La Roo

The blog my friends is a way to waste a morning hour or so just trying to think of what I think you all would like to read. I have gotten a new dog and now she is just turning into a really nice little dog. The dog is a Corgi and her name is Ruth which is my mother's name and just having her gives me inspiration so much so that I woke this morning and broke out the paint and my brushes to try and finish my painting that I would love to show you but don't know how to put a picture on a blog. One day I will post it on the LIYF Network and you will have to see it there.

It is so funny how life is and works for my mind was mush without the dog and I have no problem putting my thoughts on paper but I have a hell of a time putting it on the computer. I sure wish my scanner knew how to read my nasty hand writing and turn it into typed characters. That isn't a real easy job but one day I am going to have to let you see all the writings I have. The pile is at least 2 inches high now and growing.

I have been writing one book and now one afternoon I woke from a nap and my life and the crazy things that have happened to me I decided to mix it into a detective or mystery story and the words just seem to flow out of my fingers. I do believe that I will have another great book for all of you to read once my autobiography is on the shelves.

When I began writing my biography last year in April who would think a year of writing would take 6 months for the editor to begin my journey into a nightmare that will probably take another year for me to have my first draft and then when I do the re-write and the book is complete the world of editing will begin all over again but in the mean time I have to go on living and enjoying every second I can. I love life and every little bundle or package that is waiting for me to open into an incredible adventure.that will be living in Florida.

Well my dear and wonderful readers I will have to say good day for this Sunday but remember I am trying always to think and look for words of wisdom for your interest. I am going to end this blog with an incredible piece of writing I had a look at last night. I pray you enjoy it as much as I did.

The Sleep of the just

"Do but consider what an excellent thing sleep is: It is so inestimable a jewel that, if a tyrant would give his ccrown for an hour's slumber, it cannot be brought: Of so beautiful a shape is it, that though a man lie with an empress, his heart cannot beat quiet till he leave her embracements to be at rest with the other: Yea so greatly indebted are we to this kinsmen of death that we owe the better tributary, half of our life to him: And there is good cause why we should do so: For sleep is the golden chain that ties health and our bodies together: Who complains of want? of wounds: of cares? of great men's oppressions? of captivity? Whilst he sleepeth? Beggars in their beds take as much pleasure as kings: Can we therefore surfeit on this delicate ambrosia?

Written by: Thomas Dekker

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La Roo

The blog my friends is a way to waste a morning hour or so just trying to think of what I think you all would like to read. I have gotten a new dog and now she is just turning into a really nice little dog. The dog is a Corgi and her name is Ruth which is my mother's name and just having her gives me inspiration so much so that I woke this morning and broke out the paint and my brushes to try and finish my painting that I would love to show you but don't know how to put a picture on a blog so I will pass and you will have to see it at http://laroo.us/ on the LIYF Network

It is so funny how life is and works for my mind was mush without the dog and I have no problem putting my thoughts on paper but I have a hell of a time putting it on the computer. I sure wish my scanner knew how to read my nasty hand writing and turn it into typed characters. That isn't a real easy job but one day I am going to have to let you see all the writings I have. The pile is at least 2 inches high now and growing.

I have been writing one book and now one afternoon I woke from a nap and my life and the crazy things that have happened to me I decided to mix it into a detective or mystery story and the words just seem to flow out of my fingers. I do believe that I will have another great book for all of you to read once my autobiography is on the shelves.

When I began writing my biography last year in April who would think a year of writing would take 6 months for the editor to begin my journey into a nightmare that will probably take another year for me to have my first draft and then when I do the re-write and the book is complete the world of editing will begin all over again but in the mean time I have to go on living and enjoying every second I can. I love life and every little bundle or package that is waiting for me to open into an incredible adventure.that will be living in Florida.

Well my dear and wonderful readers I will have to say good day for this Sunday but remember I am trying always to think and look for words of wisdom for your interest. I am going to end this blog with an incredible piece of writing I had a look at last night. I pray you enjoy it as much as I did.

The Sleep of the just

"Do but consider what an excellent thing sleep is: It is so inestimable a jewel that, if a tyrant would give his ccrown for an hour's slumber, it cannot be brought: Of so beautiful a shape is it, that though a man lie with an empress, his heart cannot beat quiet till he leave her embracements to be at rest with the other: Yea so greatly indebted are we to this kinsmen of death that we owe the better tributary, half of our life to him: And there is good cause why we should do so: For sleep is the golden chain that ties health and our bodies together: Who complains of want? of wounds: of cares? of great men's oppressions? of captivity? Whilst he sleepeth? Beggars in their beds take as much pleasure as kings: Can we therefore surfeit on this delicate ambrosia?

Written by: Thomas Dekker

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La Roo

The blog my friends is a way to waste a morning hour or so just trying to think of what I think you all would like to read. I have gotten a new dog and now she is just turning into a really nice little dog. The dog is a Corgi and her name is Ruth which is my mother's name and just having her gives me inspiration so much so that I woke this morning and broke out the paint and my brushes to try and finish my painting that I would love to show you but don't know how to put a picture on a blog so I will pass and you will have to see it at http://laroo.us on the LIYF Networkhttp://liyf.net">LIYF Network>.

It is so funny how life is and works for my mind was mush without the dog and I have no problem putting my thoughts on paper but I have a hell of a time putting it on the computer. I sure wish my scanner knew how to read my nasty hand writing and turn it into typed characters. That isn't a real easy job but one day I am going to have to let you see all the writings I have. The pile is at least 2 inches high now and growing.

I have been writing one book and now one afternoon I woke from a nap and my life and the crazy things that have happened to me I decided to mix it into a detective or mystery story and the words just seem to flow out of my fingers. I do believe that I will have another great book for all of you to read once my autobiography is on the shelves.

When I began writing my biography last year in April who would think a year of writing would take 6 months for the editor to begin my journey into a nightmare that will probably take another year for me to have my first draft and then when I do the re-write and the book is complete the world of editing will begin all over again but in the mean time I have to go on living and enjoying every second I can. I love life and every little bundle or package that is waiting for me to open into an incredible adventure.that will be living in Florida.

Well my dear and wonderful readers I will have to say good day for this Sunday but remember I am trying always to think and look for words of wisdom for your interest. I am going to end this blog with an incredible piece of writing I had a look at last night. I pray you enjoy it as much as I did.

The Sleep of the just

"Do but consider what an excellent thing sleep is: It is so inestimable a jewel that, if a tyrant would give his ccrown for an hour's slumber, it cannot be brought: Of so beautiful a shape is it, that though a man lie with an empress, his heart cannot beat quiet till he leave her embracements to be at rest with the other: Yea so greatly indebted are we to this kinsmen of death that we owe the better tributary, half of our life to him: And there is good cause why we should do so: For sleep is the golden chain that ties health and our bodies together: Who complains of want? of wounds: of cares? of great men's oppressions? of captivity? Whilst he sleepeth? Beggars in their beds take as much pleasure as kings: Can we therefore surfeit on this delicate ambrosia?

Written by: Thomas Dekker

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Computers and People

Your friends are all life is all about but your friends will always let you down. I have found in life that my friends are the best things I have in life but lately the friends I used to count on are falling by the way side. I have a couple friends I love and wouldn't even try to live my life without. My family never lets me down and my computer always lets me down. When I need the machine the most it never works right even though it gives me such fun and in retrospect I have made more money than I could count even though those days were long ago.

I have to remember that the new world we live in and the friends that I use to enjoy being around just continue to let me down. Like telling me to make sure I keep a day open because we are going to do something and then not contact me at all to either cancel or explain why I am sitting at my house till it is over to find out I was left out of the entire event. Or inviting me to lunch and when I arrive everyone is done eating but they say go ahead and order. I don't go out to eat with friends to be watched by them while I eat alone and then the call for a early dinner and then never hearing a word from them.

Why in the world should I even think people will change because they wont and I am just going to enjoy my friends that I see when I see them but I will never make plans to do anything with anyone. It isn't everyone it is just a hand full of people that treat me this way and it will be them that I wont be there when the time comes for them to need me for I will not waste another second waiting for people to show up or to call me about doing things.

This blog isn't a bad thing but today I was supposed to pick up my brand new dog that I have been waiting to have come home to start her new and wonderful life with me but I was asked to eat a late lunch or early dinner and I waited and I got a call to pick up my dog between 4:30 and 5:00 but I said is there anyway I could pick it up tomorrow morning and the lady that called me told me it would cost me another 6 dollars to keep the dog over night and since I was going to have an early dinner with my buddy so I said that would be fine. Did I ever hear a word from him? I am sure that I took a back seat to something that was so much more important to him. So, I cleaned my house and mopped up the floor, read a book, took a shower, and now am going to sleep.

I got a call from a girl friend of mine a couple days ago and she told me that we had to do something when she got off of work so I went home at noon and napped so I would be ready for our outing not that I knew what we were going to do but we were going to spend some time together and come 3:30 after I was totally rested with a 3 hours nap if I wasn't going to do anything sleep wouldn't come to me until real late that night and she told me oh I hope you don't mind but I am real tired and don't want to go out anymore... And then she said let me call you later after my rest... That was that, no call... Nothing!

I should know that I am just that person you think about going out with but in reality you feel obligated and in the end that obligation is bullshit and I just smile and the next time I am asked I will do the same again but it will end the same always. I love friendship and one day these people will feel the same but this kicked dog wont be there. Most people don't give a shit and will never loose a second's thought on me but hey they are trying.

Each day that passes is another day where I know where I fit in this life of ours. I belong at home alone or doing things by myself even though I hate being alone when I do things so I will continue going to my coffee shop in the morning and seeing my real friends that either enjoy my company or put up with it but I am there with them day after day and I enjoy them. These morning people make my day and in the evening my old friends that enjoy seeing me and doing things with me are worn out from the day at work and on weekends need to work around the house but one day they will be retired and we will be great friends doing things together again.

But my fare weather friends will just have to do but I will never invite them to do a thing nor will I ever end up enjoying time with them. These new friends I have like to hear themselves talk and I let them even though they need counseling bad. I have lost to many friends to death over the past five years and it has taken my toll and I will always have them on my minds and enjoy the thoughts and things of our doings like a trip I went with a friend of mine down south to be in a civil war reenactment and I played a dead man on the field but after about an hour of being dead I began smoking and I cracked up a bunch of folks but what else do you do when you lay out on the ground for hours. Smoke or Jones and I sure wasn't going to do that. I looked so good dressed up in my southern grey outfit.

The reason I called this blog friends and computers is because my computer has become my most enjoyable friend her at my house. Tomorrow morning I am picking up my dog and that is the end of my putting things off for events unsure. If I had of gone and gotten my dog instead of wait around this house my dog wouldn't have to spend the night with a bunch of stranger dogs. That pour dog after being operated on and worm treated and now having to be alone makes me sick just because of some butt hole telling me he wanted to go to early dinner. Never again...

I am not mad and never will. I have friends because I want to have friends and I hope to God that some of me rubs off on them so their lives can be as full as mine is. Even thought I tried to kill myself not but a year ago I have found that life and living is just a thing what we do with life is what makes it worth living or not living. I had done it all and being retired and having everything a person ever wanted along with money leaves you very empty because what is there after you have it all. I don't want riches nor do I want to take advantage of people to make a fortune. I just couldn't figure out what to do sitting in my house retired and not needing a thing I felt like my life was finally finished. All my best friends in the world have died and the friends I have left can't be beat and I owed them nothing nor any other person in the world so all I thought I was waiting for was the death of my mother and father and brothers and friends until what? I didn't want to wait for that so I decided to end my own life and ate 400 MG of Diazepam along with 150 aspirins thinking that would do the trick.

I feel like if my attempt had of worked it was right but when I woke in the hospital (nut) How worthless I thought I was for I was still alive and when I was under medication and released from the nut house I was the happiest day ever. If I had died I would have never had that day but the days haven't been worth a shit since I got over that first day. I feel like I am dead already and just moving around trying to make up for my digression and in the end (not by my own hand) I will make it up to each and every person here. Just know I am here for strangers and friends alike. If you need anything just let me know, just ask. Most likely you will only get information or feelings and even sometimes money when I am feeling really good. Just send me a message.

Life like tomorrow isn't coming and live today like all the flowers are blooming with the sweet smell always. Love everyone and stop the war. We will all have to get together for that one... Enjoy

Peace Out

La Roo

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I am a Blog Dog

Today is the first day of the rest of my life. You know I wonder about life every morning when I get up like this morning for instance. I woke up at the perfect time and really enjoyed it. When I sat up I prayed to God and thanked him that there wasn't a chalk line around me and then crawled out of bed to turn on my computer.

Why does a person turn on his computer at five in the morning you ask? I am not quite sure other than I love listening to the New York Times - Online and so when my eyes open I pray then get out of bed and then push the button to turn on the computer and then go to the kitchen to put a cup of water after drinking one into the microwave to heat up a cup of water for my Folgers Coffee.

Once all that is out of the way it is time to pee and come back to the computer to go to Audible.Com to get my news playing. Once the news is on I go back to the kitchen and I make my coffee and bring it back to my bedroom where the computer is at. This is when I answer my emails from the night and end of the day before.

After the coffee goes in me I go to the bathroom and do my three S's and then get dressed and leave for the morning. To the Coffee shop I go to get me some real coffee to wake me up and let me tell you in the winter it is great drinking hot coffee on the deck over looking a beautiful lake and trees with the sun just rising. I love it so much but then summer comes and I am not quite sure what I want to do. If I stay inside I will miss all my buddies but if I go out side I can't drink good coffee because it is to damn hot outside and if I drink hot coffee I sweat like a pig. Lately I have been drinking one hot coffee and the second one is cold but the heat still gets to me.

When I began going to the coffee shop I went alone and I sat alone and I would sit inside and go outside for cigarettes but now I love my friends that bust my balls when every they can but I get to give it right back to them so it is cool we are friends and I look forward to seeing each and every one of them. I am a happy waker and everyone isn't so sometimes I get on folks nerves but they get over it faster than I do for I am one of those guys that harbor all the bad feelings for weeks and sometimes months but I know it's all in good fun so I just go one day after day looking forward to seeing my great friends that seem to multiply each day.

I use to get a lot of stuff done back when I sat alone but now I just love to play and talk and learn for the folks I hang with are my age or older and that is so great because they have knowledge I just didn't learn and for me to fit in with them is lots of fun. Happy people make me a happy person. But the couple hours I spend at the Black Dog Cafe' I decide the way I want to spend the rest of the day. Usually I run to my post office and get my mail and then what ever comes up. I read and write and watch movies and spend time at the beach. I lounge around the house and I listen to music and barbeque and all the things in life that make me feel happy.

So now you have lived through a day in the life of La Roo and don't you forget it...

Peace Out

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Here it is, One more Saturday

As I opened my eyes this morning I felt like I had been hit buy a truck and only woke up once to smoke an arty cigarette. It amazes me how much energy it takes to sleep. It feels like I slept like an elephant or better yet a log.

Okay my day will begin here shortly and I haven't a clue what I want to do other than I have a painting I am working on and a book I am just starting along with one I am half way through and then like I said it is Saturday and there is the coffee shop I will go to, the Flea market I will walk around no telling what I may find there among the heap of fleas. :) Our Tallahassee, Florida flea market has turned into on of the most expensive place on the planet to buy used crap and it is like these people haven't the money to own a real store so they just open on weekends and they make enough money to pay their bills for the month spending 4 - 5 weekends at the office. I liked when a flea market had a bunch of people selling their junk for what ever they could get for it but those days are gone.

A buddy of mine calls when he doesn't work on the weekends and asks me to come by and pick him up so I will give him a ride to the market. Drinkers that don't have their drivers license are a pain but this is a great guy that I really like until he gets drunk then I told him one day to not call me as I can't stand him when he has his buzz.. He treats women like shit and he embarrasses me with the crude stuff he says.

I think I will dedicate the rest of this morning thought to him for this educated, fighter for our country, twice married man has had everything and now his wife's own his land and houses, he can't see the his kids that he had to pay for 18 years of his life because they don't want him near their mothers. He has such neat stories I could sit and listen to him tell them for weeks on end probably but then he has to put that damn beer can up to his lips and drink himself into the rudest person alive his stories get louder with every beer and he begins the loop thing repeating every story over and over and over and over again but louder and louder and louder. I have had to tell him to turn down the volume because he gives me headaches something awful.

This guy can't hold down a job and I don't know if it is him or not because no matter what he has had to drink by morning he is straight and he if up early and works hard for his bosses at minimum 8 hours. 8 hours in the scorching sun swinging a hammer and he is good when he takes his time but when I met him he told me he would put a set of French doors into the side of my trailer and a front door on the front of my trailer for 60 bucks. Now that is a deal but I didn't know at that time he was a drunk and I let him drink.

Thank God he was straight when he started putting my stuff up because everything went just fine till the end of the day and then everything he did was half ass and I ended up getting ripped off because he was so drunk a cop come by the trailer park and told this fellow that he needed to go home and stay there because he was out in the street fighting with a black man. The black man had a pistol and this dumb drunk had a claw hammer he was going at the guy with when the cop came around the corner and didn't see the gun but did see stupid and his hammer.

This night of Hurricane who ever it was 2005 and we had three or four big ones that year but at least the guy came to my house and said to me," The cop told me I had to go home so I will come by tomorrow and finish the doors. My French doors couldn't be locked and when I tried to make them look shut they just about fell on the ground so I took a couple nails and beat them into the wall through the doors so they wouldn't fall on the floor with a good wind and decided that I would stay awake all night. as I loved in the ghetto back then. I passed out on my desk while working on a website and I will be damned if someone didn't come into my house and steal my little black bag. All folk in wheelchairs use a bag of some sort to carry their stuff around in because we can't use our pockets. Well, that was the only missing item in the house that and my prescription for pain pills.

I was so sure who ripped me off but couldn't prove a thing when a week after the cops had come and accused me and the guy that I was dedicating this morning thought to and I could have believed that the guy might have done it as he was really out of it but I paid him good and fed him daily and we were just good friends I thought and when I got a call from the police they said some girl in the nut house had all my ID and stuff. Hmmmmmm. I had thought people other than the thief did the crime and I should have known that my friends in the ghetto looked out after me and I looked out for them so I new it was time to move when shit in the ghetto is stolen. If you are going to steal from someone, why would you steal from a ghetto neighbor wouldn't you go and rip off someone in a rich neighborhood. Well I was ripped off only 6 times while living at 1864 Banberry Way, in Tallahassee, Florida but now I don't even see a neighbor.

My buddy has a problem and shit happens to him because of his problem just because you are a functioning drunk you are still a drunk and will live just one day away from death as one drunk and one ass hole can fight to the death. This guy was riding his bike home from the beer store riding his bike and a truck came down the street right at this curve and the guy in the truck had one of those mirrors that stick way out and that thing hit my buddy driving him off the road and into the ditch. With broken ribs and who knows what else my buddy got up the next morning and went to work because he can't miss a day or he cant pay bills or drink.

Living in places that are filled with people like that make life so hard, I could fix everyone of them but they wont listen to a soul so you just have to either leave them alone or enjoy them for the good in their hearts. I love this fellow and all the good he has done for me has really blessed me and I hope he has been repaid by my hospitality and rides to places. He wont call me when he is drunk and he makes excuses for his drinking which I wish he wouldn't because it doesn't matter. I like him because I like him and if I lost his friendship I would be diminished greatly so I am sure all of you have a friend like this. Go and take him / her out for lunch today and enjoy yourself.

Peace Out

La Roo

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I want to tell you a story about life

*I have found that if I carry my telephone in my pocket I will never recieve a phone call.

*I have also found that the second I jump on the john there will be a knock on the door.

*I have also realized that the only day of the week I spend away from my house visiting my parents for Sunday evening dinner and washing cloths that I get a about 3 - 5 phone calls.

*I have found that the second I spend a bunch of money on something and it doesn't matter what it is there will always be a friend or person that has the same thing for sale at a quarter the price but you will never know until you own what ever it is already

*I have found that if I try to sell something it doesn't matter what taht is either by the time I get totally bummed out and just give it away someone will come by and say, well shit I would have paid you top dollar for that.

Ain't life a bitch?

This world is just running slow or fast or off kilter or something but the timing of it actually stinks. I used to think I was the only person that got screwed with by karma or whatever you want to call it but if you talk to others this is a ocurance that is connected to each and every one of us beasts.

I am paralyzed and use a wheelchair to get around and when I try to get dressed sitting in the chair everything that I try to put on like lets say a shoe. First it will be under my wheel and I haven't moved an inch somehow the laws of gravity or Murphy supersede life's screwed up situations. Let me indulge you here and tell you next I grab my pants and of course they are hooked on a screw that I never saw on the chair before and when I get it untwisted some 15 minutes later I usually am so pissed I just rip them out but when I put my foot through the pant leg the pants are twisted at the end so I have to un twist them to get the foot through. Then foot number two comes along and since I had such a good experience with the pant leg now I try and put my other foot threw the other leg that just so happens to come out the same one the other foot is sticking out. When I finally am all dressed and looking hot and frustration I go into the bathroom and open the lid to the toilet and my keys sit on the device that holds my arm rest on and damn it the keys don't end up in the bottom of the bowl full of piss water. I am getting ready to wash up so it really doesn't matter but to see them sitting down there deep at the bottom of the bowl.

I do thank God I hadn't taken a shit in the toilet but night old piss is just as bad. After I get my teeth brushed and hair combed I am feeling good until I look down and see that I have piss all over my lap. This just sends me over the top and I crawl back in bed usually and pray and renew my mind and then I start all over again but using alcohol that I keep on the window sill by the bed I wipe my area's effected by the urine and then I get dressed laying in the bed and all goes good... Now I am ready to go and have a wheel around the lake and sit and drink coffee till 10 or later.

I look at everything as if things didn't happen to me I would have been on the road at the wrong time and some car or truck would have really screwed up my life so all is good and I try to keep that in the for front of my mind.

I have met with so many of these incidents that I don't know what life would be like without them and I sort of think of it as a boss. Since my life is my job then something has to screw with me so it is the little things. I could go on and on and on and on and on if I wanted to but I think all of you get the picture as it is happening to you too. I just don't get it. I really don't understand how Murphy found all these universal laws and had the good sense to write them down. Isn't that just weird.

I was reading a Murphy's Laws poster the other day and it said, "the odds of a piece of buttered bread landing with the butter side up is that of the cost of the carpet". Now how did he know that and I think one day I am going t sit over a piece of very expensive carpet and drop a piece of buttered bread on the floor over and over and over and over again till it comes up butter side up and I am going to find out if Murphy's laws are flawed at all because I am beginning to believe that they should be one of the books in the Cannon that makes up the bible. Called satins psalms or something along those lines.

Oh well, I thought that I would share with you that stuff happens to all of us so don't just think it is happening to each and every person on the face of the planet. That is why it is good to have a place for everything and put your stuff in its place. what are some of the other rules that we should live by? Darn I can't think anymore and Leave it To Beaver is coming on so I have to hit the couch..

Peace Out

La Roo

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The Knowledge of 49 Years & 11 Months

All the knowledge I have gathered in my 49 years and 11 months of life I mostly realized that all of our attitudes and feelings come from within and it doesn't have to stay in our minds as we can always change our minds. This is a piece written in the bible that speaks of renewing your mind. It takes forever to lean that we can actually do this. All that we do is stop plugging into all the crap that is screwing with us as we always have choices. My brother and I were sitting in the living room one evening and he said to me, "I'm board" and I looked over at him and said, "I'm mellow". It was just the way we both were thinking and feeling at that moment in time. I always see the glass half full but the funny thing about this thing is that in a week I was board and he was mellow. We all go through all the feelings that the world has to offer it is what we do with them that matter. I took my boredom so bad once that I tried to kill myself. this didn't happen just once I did it again just 2 years ago but now have an outlook on this life we call living that just lets me see the world as it really is.

We will all go through times of trouble, times of need, times of giving and times to forget but killing ourselves is one stupid thing as when we finish with that one there is no fixing anything because it will be the end of all. Kind of strange feeling knowing that you have killed yourself. It was kind of a feeling of finality and I never saw a white light or a black rider or even a dude with a sickle in his hand to come and tote me away. I never died or you wouldn't be reading my writings to date but I had the same feeling when I had gotten on the road to get away from this town when it was closing in around me. I felt that if I didn't leave that death was my only option in life so I sold every thing I owned and hit the road with my thumb and a cardboard sign stating "WEST". When I got my first ride away from a town that I knew every nook and cranny of the town and there wasn't a drug I couldn't have gotten any time and in any place of the four corners of this town of Tallahassee.

I didn't want to be a druggie nor did I want to know anyone that was. I loved to party and drink and play with people and be invited to parties but cripples usually don't get invited to places because they have to be picked up and then dragged up steps and cripples make healthy people uncomfortable. I never thought for sure this was a true story but as 30 years passed I've seen it over and over again. If I wanted to visit people on my own then I needed to learn to fly up stairs because there isn't a house in the world that is level to the ground. I still can't visit anyone but three people in the town and I either stink or have no personality at all because people come by they stay for 10 minutes and then have to leave. I have learned that being alone is the way my life will be forever and I will forever be crippled for my thoughts of GOD healing me hasn't happened in my 21 years of believing in GOD and loving him and putting him first and I have even gone to classes on using the power of GOD to heal and I know it is available as I healed a person at that class but I never tried to use that power again I pray that the person I healed stayed that way and it wasn't something as heavy as making a blind person see or a cripple walk or anything like that it was someone that had a drinking problem that was reveled to me in a vision and even though that wasn't what her problem was it was she had problems with her stomach and once I saw a vision in black and white I saw a olive with a toothpick stuck through it. The teacher of the class figured out my vision and the woman learned what was causing her problem and by the time the class was over she no longer had stomach problems so GOD does heal and he allowed me to heal her.

I know you hear this and say what a fool or she healed herself anything other than it was the power of GOD that healed her. I actually felt GOD working through me and when it came for my healing nothing. Not a damn thing. Now that doesn't mean a thing as you don't even have to believe in GOD to be healed by GOD however the person that is healing you has to be sure of him/her self's believe of GOD's power. It really doesn't matter to me as I feel that my disability has opened more doors for me and I have been and done things that no one on this planet will ever be blessed to see and do. There has never been a luckier jinxed man in this world other than me.

I have learned that the world is for the rich, because the rich want money and things and will only be happy taking money from the people of this planet that use to be slaves but are now pacified into a feeling that one day they might be lucky enough to hit the lottery but even if they hit the lottery the rich will suck it all out of them that or drugs for that is the only thing this planet has to make a poor or working man feel rich. I have learned that people who delve into religion are good people but if they read their bible they would read a verse in it that says, "Knowledge Puffs Up" and it goes on to say the word of GOD is foolishness to wise men. I have found that the minute you belong to a church you become better than the people that don't go to church so this leads to another line in the bible that says, Judge Not, lest the be judged and then we have two more verses in the bible that speaks of, NO WORKS GETTING YOU INTO HEAVEN and then the only thing you need to know that GOD wanted us all to know but 3000 or more years changes the meaning of many things just like a room of people whispering a saying to the person sitting next to you and when the saying gets back to the person that started the saying it comes back sounding nothing like the original saying. It took me 25 years to get this and I hope you learn this too. All GOD wants us to do is to "PUT GOD FIRST IN ALL THINGS & TREAT EVERYONE AS YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE TREATED".

Peace Out

La Roo

Sun & Fun

Today is the beginning of a new day and it is my duty to do anything I wish with this day may it be good or bad. I can do some great thing or I can waist it but I have to remember one thing... I have given up a day of my life for what ever I do so, I pray to GOD that I do something great with it as I would hate to waist GOD's greatest gift of life.

Be wise and follow your heart in all things for this day could be your last and if your in the middle shitting on someone when the end comes all that you have done throughout your life will be forgotten and all will focus on the shit you died doing.

Let someone in line ahead of you or pay for the person behind you's bill before you get out of line. Or go to a drive through and pay for the person behind you along wiht your own. Give yourself to someone or do something good for someone it doesn't matter who or why just do it.

If you are broke than you are not giving enough to the world and things are a great start but throw money at someone with a sign in their hands begging for you to help them or help someone up a ramp that is in a wheelchair if they want it. Just be good to one another on this first day of a new week. Love is just around the corner and if we love one another than hate can't exist there.

Peace Out

La Roo

AGE and The Crazy Things We Do

Okay my friends and lovers here in the USA and abroad it is time for me to lighten up. It is Sunday again and I know this day of the week has nothing to do with anything other than it is the last day of weekend. While the world around us falls apart we shop and go to work and turn on our light switches and air conditioners and televisions and we surf the net to find the perfect gift for our loved ones or to upgrade our computers with memory or hubs or maybe even a DVD burner. I still don't have one of those yet but am in the market for one.

The last three days have been days of crazy sleep and I can't tell you why. I go to bed at 4, 5 or last night 8 p.m. and sleep hard and strong till 5 in the morning. I haven't got a clue why I can't stay awake or even watch a television program because of my closing eyes. I have given up on trying to watch TV on my 43 inch HDTV and have even thought of giving the thing to my father. He has a 24 inch TV and sits right on it. I guess I am so blessed to be able to see so good at an age of 49. I am going to enjoy my age while I have it because next month I will turn 50 and begin a life as a member of AARP. All the youth in the world will be able to call me an old geezer if they like but it will probably be an OLD GIMP GEEZER. :)

I will tell you a little tale about me and some goats. I have a million goat stories because I use to live with a fellow that owned so many goats that he had one of those fly tapes in each of his windows that had at minimum of 250 flies stuck on each one. The bad thing is he never would change them so on boring days we would count the damn things. When we began counting flies on the tape I called it cabin fever and began listening to Jimmy Buffett and I loved that song "Boat Drinks" just because of the line "This morning, I shot six holes in my freezer, I think I've got cabin fever, somebody sound the alarm" My buddy had a 3000 dollar system with 3000 bucks worth of speakers and we lived out in the woods on 40 acres of land so I would crank the tunes up 3/4 of the way up and it almost made our ears bleed but it sure ended our cabin fever.

One week my buddy was going out of town and needed someone to watch his goats so I told him I would keep an eye on them. Now the goats I was going to watch didn't belong to my buddy they belonged to a friend of his that lived with my buddy before I moved in so this was before the cabin fever times. I had been paralyzed for about 5 years and thought I could do anything a normal person could do and this would be my favor to this guy that would teach me that life isn't as easy as it looks.

This guy had around 20 - 30 goats penned up in a 30 X 40 foot area and he had this trailer parked in the door of the pen that was open on both the front and back. Now the back had double doors that opened outwards and it was a real mess around all those goats. All I had to do was water and feed the goats 3 days in a row just once per day. I felt that I wouldn't have a bit of problem. The ground was so wet and nasty from all the goats stomping and pissing all over the place that they were pretty much standing in mud and on my first visit here I come with my grubby cloths on and my gloves so my hands would stay some what clean and I wheeled my wheelchair up to the pen and looked over the situation. The situation to me seemed easy I wouldn't even have to go into the pen mostly because I couldn't that damn trailer was parked in the opening so all I had to do was open the door and put the grain there and close the doors. I would then throw the hay over the fence and fill the water tubs up with a hose threw the fence. Really nothing to it.

I collected a couple buckets full of oats and whatever the other stuff is that goes in goat food into 3 buckets and I made three trips to the front porch of the house to get hay for the girls. After the hay was gathered and laid on ground I pulled the hose around. I filled the water tubs up to the rim and then threw hay all over the place so everyone could get some and then feeling really good about myself I opened the trailer door. When I got the doors cracked all I saw was feet and ass while the 30 goats charged over me and my head knocking me out and down for the count. I was covered with mud and goats were everywhere. My favor to this guy was a wash and if I could have quit I would have at that moment in time but I was the only one on the 40 acre plot of land. Thank God the acre around the house was fenced or those goats would still be out but I was so messy and pissed off that I grabbed the oats and goodies that the goats hadn't gotten to and I crawled into that trailer and took the food all the way to the back or front of the trailer, depending on your view point, but closest to the pen side of the trailer and I just waited till the goats got tired of acting like fools or was that me I am not sure but they all ended up back in the pen where I shut those doors never to open them again.

From that day till my buddies came home I just threw the oats and stuff over the fence and if they didn't get any I really didn't care. As I have stated before, "I HATES GOATS". From the diary of La Roo

Peace Out

La Roo

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Saturday in the park, I think it was the 15th of July

Today, coffee and then a trip to the beach before the weather changes to afternoon storms. I can't sit in the sun when the humidity is 100% because I get these little bubbles of water under my skin. Two days later everything that was tanned peels off of me and turns into a white spots.

I love my sun and fun in the water but in reality I won't be going anywhere because no one goes with me and I can't get around on the beach. It really sucks but wheelchairs and sand just don't get along. I want to dip in the water but getting out requires help from friends of which I have none that want to do a thing with me. I get a bunch of people telling me that we will go places but it never really materializes so I dream of a great day at the beach and do nothing.

I will go to the coffee shop and visit all my friends that I love to speak to every morning and I have gotten to where I live for there company even if I am told off most almost every other morning by someone. I love them all and we have turned into one of my favorite entities which in days of old were called a coffee clutch. This is the same thing except back then all we drank was instant with a little Irish Cream in it and it was at my house.

I think way back then to now and I have gone through so many changes as I was shooting cocaine in my arms an 8 ball every other day. I was a piece of shit but never stole from a soul and I had so many friends than I could handle. I didn't let them in on the cocaine or my needles as I didn't want any kind of disease coming across the using of needles but I loved the stuff even though it made me very selfish.

Year after year my life began emptying of most of its habits and now they are all gone except for coffee and pain pills, all legal but life was incredible back in the past as I had so many friends I couldn't spend two minutes alone and I didn't want a minute alone. Ladies galore not to mention all the attention I could stand. Those were the days my friends and I feed all of them, got them all drunk, and it was one incredible time.

I was sick of sex, drugs, and rock and roll and moved out to the woods to live with a quadriplegic friend of mine where my life began changing. I found GOD and got off of the drugs except for the legal drugs that I needed to keep my health. My buddy changed my world and he has died since then but his world changed mine for the good and I'm sure he will get many rewards in heaven for that one and I will always owe him.

Since all my friends were druggies for so many years and I had been their connection there isn't one person in my life that likes me for me so I spend most of my life's days alone and pay for my past. My days are lonely but I still have many great feelings of change that has built me up so strong that it makes no difference for I am not going to hurt another soul for their habits sake nor could I find them any. Well, that's a lie once a dealer always a connection… I just hate the thought that I could be a person that could care less about fucking up a person's life just for money's sake. God what a waist of flesh… GOD forgive me for my need for that all ruling dollar. Thank God for my awakening as I would hate myself or rather kill my self rather then do to others what was done to me.

Drugs were so much fun in the beginning and then the law got involved and took all the good drugs off the market and now if you want to get a buzz it has to be made by some terrorist or bath tub chemist in which most are killers. Methadrine is the stupidest drug on the market even though you can work for 3 days straight without a thought of food or sleep. If I saw a methadrine lab I would blow it up myself and turn all the suckers in that are involved. Be careful for there is nothing worse than a conformed addict. I would say I have never been an addict I liked all drugs and could do with out them when they ran out. That is about all I had to say about that…

Peace Out

La Roo

59 Years of Love

Today my mother and father are having their 59th wedding anniversary which is hard to believe that in this day in time that any couple could stand one another that long. My parents are alive and well both spry as children and going out to eat at one of Tallahassee's finest resturants today.

I am the youngest of three boys and I am the only one that isn't married but none of us have childrren so my parents got to watch the end of their families growth. When Me and my brothers die that will end my father and mother's family line and it has to effect them a little but thank God that they have one another. Dad turned 80 last year and mom will be turning 80 this year and I see nothing but years of life ahead of them and wouldn't be supprised if they didn't get to celebrate their 75th wedding anniversary if not more.

Now dad has had rectal cancer and lung cancer and mom has had a brain anurism along with being hit in the parking lot at Walmart a couple years ago breaking her hip. The son of a gun didn't even leave her his name and insurance card. Now that is cold in my book and he will have to answer to that one in the end times.

Well, last year we spent their anniversary at the Outback Steak House so I will be with them again this great and incredible day in their lives. You have no idea what I would do to have found my life companion to spend my life together with the love of my life. But I am disabled and alone and that is good also because if there is a woman out there for me I haven't found her and I haven't got the patience to hear the moaning of silly problems that my ex-wife did in aces. She was an Manic Depressive but didn't know it at the time so I will give her that but I call her a man eater.

My Brothers both don't care about children and feel that they had a bad enough life and don't want to do to their kids what was done to us. My dad and mom were great parents and the only abuse we got was mental and the belt which was better than what my father got. My father got beat with fists and we only got the belt so that is a lot of improvement.

I don't think my parents could have done a better job raising the 3 of us boys so I say Happy Anniversary mom and dad.

La Roo

Learn it early and all else will fall into place

Our days here on planet earth are numbered in the stars and it is ours to find out the answers to life in those numbers. No one has the number stamped on their passport or birth or death certificate so it is our job to find that answer before our time runs totally out. If tomorrow our life ends by health or injury it has no bearing on our knowledge of life as we know it.

My days have numbered 49 so far and I have had the privlage of watching many of good friends die and in my heart of hearts I pray that they all had a soul saved and are awaiting Christ's return with me. I am a church going (well not going as much as practicing) son of God and just because I decided to let Christ into my life doesn't mean that I have to be a good person. I can still steal, kill, and destroy but that isn't mine to do it is the bad in this world's job to do and it is mine to see that it doesn't happen on my shift.

I always get a kick out of organized religion which is the only way to be really but the second that you join the Church you become better than the ones that don't go so is that not in a way judging people. In the bible it speaks of God judging each one of us good and bad by our deeds here in this little 50 to 100 years of life we live here on earth before eternity begins. I feel that my 49 years is just a drop in the bucket but the problem is my mind doesn't know how wore out its body is. I feel like a teen with a body of a 200 year old but that isn't what my thought for the morning is about today.

My thought for today is that if we think about things as being good and bad and if we think about and make excuses of why we do this or that then we are really good people deep down and as long as we try to help our neighbors in crisis or just to bring a bag of groceries in for a friend or someone looking needy or paying that extra 40 cents at the check out counter that someone doesn't have you are a good person and if you are a good person all the rest will fall into place.

Some of us feel that our lives are jinksed or unlucky but you have to look at the full story just like that old saying that went like there was this guy that got run over by a horse and everyone said oh that is so bad and the guy says no because if that horse hadn't run me over I would have walked right over a cliff, and every one says oh that is so good and he says not really because if I had of fallen off of that cliff I would have landed on a ledge that held the largest gold deposit the world has ever seen and I would have been the richest man in the world and every one says oh that was bad and he says not really because if I had of found that gold out on that ledge there was a snake nest of cobras on it and I would have surly died and on and on and on and on but the story's meaning is that nothing is good or bad until the entire life is lived and we are gone that the story really ends and we know which one it really is good or bad.

I feel each day makes me wiser and a better person and the less problems I have with my mind and money and things like that and it all started with my believing in something bigger than I am. I can do nothing for it isn't in me. I don't like hobbies or sports or hunting or fishing or long drives or watching TV or reading and on and on and on but I still have to be here with the rest of the world so what do I do? I am paralyzed from the waist down so most of the things I don't like to do I can't do and the things I use to like to do are to much trouble to do anymore.

My point is still that I have no clue what tomorrow holds and if I worry about anything I am waisting my time but I have to live my life so it has to start with people outside myself. It is my life to share my experiences with the younger generation so that they can live a happier cleaner life. If you look around at all the injustice in the world and the deaths and sicknesses and poor and disasters you will surly go crazy or kill yourself because there is no answer and there is no way you by your self can change any one of these things so if we just do a little good each day and we live to be 90 than that life wasn't a wasted life...

Do your best for there isn't a book on the subject of life other than the bible and if you try to read it without instruction there is no way you will understand it and if it is translated who did the translating? We are born with the instructions of good and bad in our heads and we all know what is good and right and bad and wrong at birth and the rest we learn as age comes on us... By the end of our lives you don't see us sticking our fingers in a fire to see if it is hot nor do you dive into a mud puddle thinking it is deep enough to swim in. We just have to learn that stuff and the rest is just being great and good to our friends and neighbors.

I love you all

Peace and Out

La Roo

Could it be?

La Roo

Well, another day and a Sunday at that... This day is my favorite day in the world as I get up as always and turn on my computer for all the email that doesn't come and then the coffee shop... I wheel around the lake by my coffee shop because it doesn't open till 9:00 a.m. and I usually get there at 8:00 but this just makes my day watching all the ducks waddeling around the lake like it is theirs. The weather is so nice that early in the morning so it is a pleasure to wheel it.

My next venture is picking up a buddy of mine that has a hard time keeping a job and I take him to the flea market (one I sued due to in accessibility) and each time I go the workers all thank me for getting things fixed. I have been going to the flea market now for going on 30 years and I enjoy the whole mess. My buddy always needs a ride to the grocery store and to walmart along with the cigarette store and beer store. The beer I believe is his largest problem but then we all have something to take our lives down a notch. It is great fun and that friendship is great to me.

Next thing is home for a hour or two for a nap or just some alone time but after my rest I grab my dirty laundry and visit the parent's house to wash my cloths and eat dinner with my favorite couple on the face of the earth. I usually get to my folks home around 2 or 2:30 and say hi and talk to mom and dad for a little bit and then lay down on their floor while my cloths are washing and I usually end up sleeping for a bit but when I wake there is dinner on the table and my cloths are in the dryer. God bless my mom she loves helping me and I lover her helping me. :)

We eat dinner and talk and laugh and find out what everyone has done all week long and then after dinner I fold my cloths and sit with a hot cup of coffee and drink it with my mom.

And finally it is time for the drive home and then I kick around and go to sleep when the time comes. Today is no different other than I woke up a little later than usual... I have to go for coffee now or was that my wheel around the lake...

Peace Out

La Roo

Bill Collectors

My morning is but a love laced glory I hold in high esteem to GOD the father. To wake with a feeling of love in my heart and soul can only be due to my family and friends for it isn't because of the bill collectors who hound a poor and needy person.

A phone call came last night to me and as I looked at the cell phone and all I could see was "INCOMING". I was expecting a lawyer my father had given my phone number to so I answered it. This jerk who I can't call a gentleman due to his smug personality asking me what the weather was like. Why would a lawyer ask me what the weather was like if he had words of suing on his mind.

This guy from Evans Law Firm out of New York tells me he is working for Beneficial Financial and begins quoting costs that he thinks will be coming from me when he asks me what kind of work I do? I tell him I am disabled and have been since 1999 when he says, "and what kind of work are you doing under the table". I should have hung up at that moment but didn't as I wish I could pay all the people that chased me down to give me credit and money when I had a job and home. But that just isn't going to happen but he wants to take me to court.

This jerk who's name is David something or another asks me if I have his phone number and I say no that I don't need it when the phone went dead.

I have to say that disability isn't a life giving predicament and I have tried committing suicide twice now but the world just wont let me die so I have to stay around and put up with jerks like this. I can't wait for this court date to be over with or I might just screw him over by declaring bankruptcy right after the court day.

No, I will however make sure it is a jury of my peers trial so that the world can see how worthless a social security check is…

God bless you all…

Please Give a Crap

La Roo

Your home parent here with all the world to talk to you about. I have been doing lots of reading about our world around us. My favorite place on this planet to visit would be Africa even though it seems to be the kiss of death to visit. If AIDs doesn't kill you Malaria will. What is going on here when the British ran the place for years and years and now you look on the television and see the starving little children all over the place because they don't have fresh water to drink of food to eat. All we as American's can do is drop food and medicine but it takes the people to fight for their share.

People are such nasty creatures when you look at the world of elephants and rhinoceroses dieing by the hordes by the hands of people that just want to cut off tusks and horns for the money that the black market can bring them. When are we all going to wake up and see what we have done to our world. If we continue on with our disastrous ways we are dead. Look what we did to the Whales and the Buffalo.

That is just what the people of this world have done to the creatures of this planet now lets look at what the rich or leaders have done to the people of this world. The Jews have always been killed just for being Jews, Blacks have been killed just because they are black, and Indians have been killed just because they are red and on and on and on... If we don't forget about all the killing that has happened because of times here or they're than we are doomed for that too.

Now lets look at the world as a whole that we have ruined the Ozone, the air, the water, the forests, the oceans have been covered with oil spills taking out millions of birds and fish and I would say in about 20 years if not sooner we will have to deal with the 50 Gallon Drums filled with toxic waist in them and dropped into the deep sea will rust through and all that nasty stuff will do us all in.

I say to live each day for it is here and we are alive and well and if we don't eat, drink and be merry then we aren't taking advantage of God's gifts to us all. Live and love for that is what our lives are all about and there is nothing we can do to stop the sickening disastrous things that our rich keepers that use the news to keep us all at one another's throats so we won't focus on who is doing the crimes.

Just think of Bill Gates and the Rockefellers and that group of secret money sitting in their seats wondering how they can make more money. Why? How much money and what can you do with it once you have it all. I think that if you can afford an airplane and a huge yacht what more do you need. Gates is going to cure the 10 deadliest sicknesses. What the hell is that? Just give each American a cut of the money and forget about the sicknesses.

I have been paralyzed for 30 years and in that 30 years the medical institution hasn't even cured bed sores. What is that? Bed sores take out more people than any of the sicknesses that these idiots are going to cure. What about Jerry Lewis and his baby... I still see his actions as worthless. If you don't believe this ask anyone with MS...

Love one another and be there for your brothers for that is what we need. We need people that don't want money and just want to help their friends and neighbors. I love you and want you to love me...