" ONE NEVER KNOWS, NOT ONE"

What are you really thankful for?

Can you look out your window see a brand new BMW and be really thankful for that? 

Of course you could. Do you have both your arms both your legs?? That might be something to be thankful for. 

Not heading for chemotherapy today. That might be something to be thankful for. But just being able to read this today might be a really good thing to be thankful for. Life sometimes can throw curve balls at you.

Can't make a decision one day!

Do I duck and let the ball go by?  Do I make that attempt to catch it???

When did you make the grand decision to swing for the fences??

At one point in your life there was a pause in time.  You had to start really thinking about which direction you're going.

Oh bummer I'm making you think.

Once upon a time we were children and had not a care in the world. Then we grew up and realized that those were the best days of our lives.

Being adult sometimes sucks!

But what are you going to do??

Put on your play clothes and go out in the yard and chase butterflies?

That's not going to work in the real world. Then try a little simple life, or complicate your life with a lot miscellaneous nonsense.

The focus drawn by every advertisement you see on TV.

Basically,  having you conform to what everyone else is doing .

You become a follower and not an innovator not an original person.

Conformist is one thing I've never been in my life. Always try to be as original as possible. I was the first kid in my school to have spiked hair, wore combat boots and a leather jacket. The looks that I received from people was just reinforcement to me that someone found it odd and laughed.

There's an old saying, "any publicity is a good publicity" whether it be negative or positive.

If you're in the light it doesn't matter what the hell they're saying.

It's the point that you're being seen. Not suggesting you do negative things that get attention.

More or less I'm saying.......,

Really not sure what I'm saying.

Take it for what it's worth I'm no expert nor a genius. But what I am is living experience. Been around the block a couple times and I can tell those of you who haven't been around the block once yet, that it's scary! The unknown is always scary.

So my advice is stay home live with your parents let them worry about it.

Life's too short to consume yourself with worrying and decision making. Let somebody else do it.

Trust me it's easier that way.

So go eat that green bean casserole. Being Italian we would never have a green bean casserole on the property let alone on the kitchen table. And the can cranberries please give me a break.

But then again just be thankful that you're able to read this today. Look at it this way You're privileged enough to read my blog. And you're invited to continue to read as long as you like or until I tell you're not allowed to anymore. Lol

Lol that's a future blog it's got blog written all over it.

Happy Thanksgiving

Life has a funny way of challenging your concept of reality.

Reality is nothing like this wonderful romantic comedy you see on television. It's more like looking for a needle in a haystack. Sometimes you can get very depressing along with yourself.

In our minds is it the longing for companionship, romance togetherness?? Was it just a status quo has let us to believe that's true happiness.

I get confused sometimes. Don't really know why. Some days you wake up happier than hell. If that can be a concept. Then sometimes on that long drive home you anticipate the emptiness of the reality of your own home.

Absolutely unsure of why I'm writing this. I'm extremely confident outgoing. Nothing ever seems to phase me.

The museum like stillness and quiet of my home is quite relaxing. The lack of sound sometimes can get kind of daunting. Occasional rustling of my two cats, sometimes the excitement of my day. And I'm not a depressed person whatsoever. I get up with vigor enjoying that I'm alive and life's just out there waiting for me. I guess in a nutshell what I'm trying to say is, loneliness is for the full-hearted. What I mean by that is someone who is totally in love with being alive and living life. If that makes sense to you then you understand. So I'll close with that because I don't believe I need to say anymore. Have a wonderful weekend, enjoy your silence. If you're lucky enough to have some.

JW

     LET'S GO     PHILLIES!!!!!    

Good morning everyone.

I had to get your attention somehow.

I have to admit, this really isn't life changing information.

I have been in the HVAC business for roughly 30 years.

In my experience this information will prove valuable.

With summer winding down, and the thought of colder weather looming on the horizon.

This is what makes my information somewhat critical.

For some of you it really isn't necessary.

Though a good portion of our Country experiences cold temperatures during the winter months.

So do I have your curiosity peaking??

Ok, maybe not.

So without further delay.

Now is the time to turn on your heating system and make sure it is operating properly.

Don't wait for the first cold night to find out something is wrong.

Now you have to frantically find a HVAC professional who isn't busy that first cold night. 

That could put you out a couple of days before someone can get to you to fix the problem 

You could get by with some snuggling with your partner.

But when the party is over.

You still have no heat.

In closing , this information could save you some discomfort, unless that's what you are into. Lol

Don't forget to change your air filter regularly.

And have a warm and kinky winter.?

Have a great Monday!

Yo, what do you know, what do you say.

Hi, first of all I want to say, I'm Italian so I know what I'm talking about.

I quote my late grandmother, God rest our soul.

There are only two kinds of people in this world!

Italians, and those who wish they were,

FUHGEDDABOUTIT......

Get a 2 quart saucepan, put in two tablespoons of first cold press olive oil. chop four cloves of garlic not too small. Throw them in the pan. Low heat. Add time oregano salt pepper.

Let that cook a little bit, be mindful to keep your eye on that garlic. Turn it up to medium heat, keep watching the garlic and when it starts to slightly turn tan. You take one large can petite diced tomatoes. Preferably an Italian brand. Pour that into your pot, and half a can of tomato paste, some fresh basil. I can't emphasize this enough...

It has to be fresh basil.

Chop the basil up a little bit. I'll let that cook on say medium heat , for about 25 minutes.

Keep stirring it, get your pasta boiling. Put some oil and some salt in the pot you're cooking the pasta in. Don't buy shitty pasta, please buy a good high quality pasta that makes a huge difference. If you cook it to where it's mushy and you need to take your hand stick it in your car door and slam it. My grandmother would roll over in her grave if I ever served anyone mushy pasta. It's supposed to be eaten al dente which means a little stiff. I'm a man I know what a little stiff means. Lol

Now here's how you separate yourself from the amateurs.

While your past is boiling as it gets close to being done. Take a ladle and ladle two ladles of  that starchy water into your marinara. Stir that into your sauce.

Do not, I repeat do not when you drain that pasta rinse it off!! If I caught somebody rinsing off pasta , I'd kick you out of your own house. Take a ladle of that marinara coat the bottom of a nice big bowl put your drained pasta in the bowl put a few ladels of that marinara on top. Stir it together.

Buy a high quality cheese, preferably lookatelli. Hand great someone on top of it.

You are welcome, enjoy you'll surprise yourself it's absolutely delicious. And it literally could have it done in under a half hour.

And remember you're making Italian food, we taught the world how to eat. Don't buy cheap ingredients.

I equate that too, buying a $2 life preserver. And complaining about drowning.

You capiche???

What do I have to come over there and slap the taste out of your mouth, ohh.

Once upon a time,
A fair maiden with sparkling eyes told me of a magical place " The POPLAR Forest ".
The fair Maiden, "Annemarie of Hope Hill " spoke of this place with great vigor and splendor.
The trees almost speak to you as you travel through the forest.

There are pits of fire she exclaimed. Bringing my curiosity to a threshold I begged her to take me there. Reluctant to entertain my asking, she agreed to take me to the forest.
After a long journey we arrived at Hope Hill, her ancestral estate.

The flowing brown hair framing her face as a portrait of desire.
Mostly my desire to covet the fair maiden. We rest for a time before we embark on our adventure.

Maiden Annemarie possesses a charm that only rivals her gorgeous smile. Skin of golden brown silken to the touch. My heart racing, driven by my longing to touch her.

We board her white chariot gliding through the gravel pathways. She takes us to view the various valleys and distant mountains explaining their tales and the magical kingdoms that exist.

We talk, mostly I listen with great attention to every pleasing word that travels across her red lips .
I so want to experience a kiss with this extraordinary creature. Though I don't dare as to risk my seeing the POPLAR Forest.

I feel euphoric in this place. Her laughter is enchanting. Have I misread the Maiden, could my desire lead to a place of sorcery. Will my peril be of my own hand.

Guided by the gaze of a stunning though wicked sorceress.
No! My mind has failed the present situation. I must get back to reality or fall at the Maidens request.

I snap out of my mind's rapture. We continue on our way.
The heat is ungodly, as she is glistening in the sunlight, I imagine her body , soft and brown. She catches my stare. I fumble my actions. She only reveals a smile of content.
Why are you staring at me? She utters in a playful voice.

A question I am not prepared to answer.
Again she asks, why do you stare at me with ill intent?
What do I say, how do I say it.

She approaches me slowly, her eyes are beaming.
I tell her to stop! Please don't come any closer. I have inappropriate thoughts about you. She smiles.
Didn't see that coming.

We sit at the pit of fire as the night air is getting cooler.
I look into her eyes with great curiosity. Her brown skin occupying my thoughts, do I dare steal a kiss. Then I do.
She pulls away, with a smirk on her face, " you're not ready for that"
Said in a mischievous voice.

We continue to kiss, I find my hand slowly and gently caressing her thigh I can feel her heat as myself on fire. Not conscious of my actions .

The night has revealed a magical place, The Poplar Forest.
My mind has been occupied by the lure of this myth.
Reality has struck light to my eyes. The POPLAR Forest is just that a forest! The fair Maiden has become the magic.

The two of them disappear into the poplar Forest.

Never to be seen, or heard from again.

oh yes another hump day is here.

Now, The never ending pursuit of finding some random person to hump on a Wednesday.

My previous approach had some flaws.

So I've been told. 

In the past on Wednesdays I would just roam around, approach girls and women just say hey it's hump day.

Do you want to get your freak on?

I know what you're thinking, that line never works. But oh contraire, it actually did work. Mainly because I think that women I ran into were just goddamn horny.

Now you have to imagine, some women didn't take too kindly to that statement. I've gotten smacked in the mouth. Had a cocktail tossed at me. One lady even try to sick her dog on me. This was a big German Shepherd, now I know it's dog eat dog world. So I got up out of there. And I ain't wearing MILK BONE underwear.

But the continual changing my clothes from getting drinks thrown at me and running from dogs and the ever popular smack in the mouth. Never discouraged me. Then there's that old definition of insanity, doing the same thing over and over, and expecting different results.

I think most people would get discouraged and quit. But to me it was like I'm the hunter seeking my prey.

So every Wednesday I would set out with one goal in mind,  find me someone to hump .

Talk about a self-inflicted mind fuck.

Eventually I developed a new system. Practically foolproof.

I didn't put a lot of thought into this, but why bother. So I figured, I would approach women with the ultimate goal of satisfying Wednesday being hump day.

I came up with this wild story. I would tell these perspective victims, that my doctor told me I was going to die unless I humped a woman every Wednesday. Now I know the odds are stacked against me that I find someone gullible enough to believe this. But I tried anyway.

After being released from the hospital, on a 3-day stay. I figure it's not worth it. And who would it ever thought that three Catholic nuns would beat the living shit out of a poor guy just looking to hump somebody. I really did ask them nicely.

God-fearing my ass. Felt like I was in a prize fight. I swear these nuns were ninjas. The relentless kicks to my head punches to my body. Not to mention the wooden rulers repeatedly smashing my hands, one of these so-called religious people Catholic nuns held my hand to the curb while another one slapped it with a ruler.

The foul language that's spewed from their mouths. As if they were possessed, Catholic nuns!! Possession !! Could be.

Anyway, Now after they've won their heavyweight title of kicking my ass up and down the street.

One of these Catholic nuns had the audacity to give me penance. I had to say five hail Mary's and two our fathers. As they're loading me into the ambulance. God-fearing my ass.

Needless to say, I'm giving up on hump day Wednesday. Frankly it's just not safe out there anymore.

I'm just going to stay home and watch All in the family reruns. If I get real bored I'll just hump myself.

Have a happy hump day.

JW.

Sink your teeth into this.

I strongly recommend you find somewhere private to read this.

A short story, with a long meaning.

         Titled

 "THE CONTRACTOR GETS PAID"

Really lady, you didn't realize how much it was!!?? What! You don't have any money at all!!!??? He is deep in thought, partially pissed off. She looks so embarrassed, yet so venerable. He notices her shirt part way open, her long legs. No to mention the full pouting lips. Well look lady, I have an idea!! She looks up at him with excitement. What is your idea She says. The contractor looks down towards the floor, but that's not where he is looking. She looks down and says "what".

Look lady, a blank expression on her face! You're going to work it off! Why am I looking at the floor, she spouts with a bit of a attitude. You're not supposed to be looking at the floor darling he says. Then what!!! Still a attitude in her voice. Now he's a little bit more pissed, you're going to work it off on your knees!! He reaches down grabbing his half erect cock concealed in his jeans. Oh, you want a hand job? She remarks, thinking no problem! Not that easy sweetie he replied with a grin.

Now a blank expression commands his attention. No! You're going to swallow this load. Come on lady ,on your knees, she drops down without hesitation. Ok darling that cock is not going to suck itself, pull it out. Unzipping the jeans and then the button. A hot bulge of flesh in her future. The pants come down revealing his swollen cock. She grabs it and plunges his cock deep in her warm mouth. Oh yes, she is going crazy on the hot rod , sucking, licking.

The man taking his hands, rough from years of work!

He holds her head, she pulls back fuck my mouth, jam that cock down my throat, she says in a sultry voice. Yesss!!! His cock deep in her mouth. Pounding her face, he is fucking her mouth. Moaning rhythmically she is enjoying it. Ooh, ooh, yes, the cock is hot and throbbing, yes, ooh God yes! He yells! Now his hands by his side, she is sucking so hard, veins are bulging on his shaft. Oooh fuuuck, his cock raging. Fuuuuck, fuuuuuck, as if she was picking fruit, grabs his balls. She yells , cum on my face!!!
Like a hose, he paints her face with his milk. Oooh baby!! He moans. She is all over his cock, stroking it, sucking, she gags as the hot juices roll down her throat. Continuing to devour his dick. Oh my god!!!! He Wales. He is wiped out!! She's like a hungry animal liking every drop
My god lady!! He exclaimed. You're all good, paid in full! He is sitting in a chair in the kitchen. She's standing there, her eyes telling her desire. I want to give you a tip. In a voice that announced her intention. Slipping out of her shorts, her back turned to him. His mind is racing. The red laced panties, soo sexy, he says in a barely audible voice .Slinking out of them, still her back to him. Her body a golden brown, oh my. Now facing him. Close shaven vagina. She walks toward him.

Here you are darling keep that pussy wet. Clutching her red panties, open your mouth she exclaimed, as if she was a French runway model gliding across the room. She softly repeats her demand. Opennnnnn..yourrrrr..mouthhhhh. almost sounding frightened, with a whisper , yeah baby! Panties balled up now in her hand, whispering in his ear, do you want to taste me, her voice raising the hair on his neck.. Running her touge around his ear. He's sure those panties are getting jammed into his mouth. I would love too, again he sounds fearful, but no enough fear to stop him.

Being consumed by the tongue caressing his ear he is unaware of the lady's other hand is rubbing her pussy soaking her fingers. Opennnnnn yourrrrrrrrr. Mouthhhhh. She repeats, this time her voice more demanding. Her wet fingers moist with her juice slip into his mouth. He sucks them like nourishment. Ohhhh baby, you taste like heaven. Her other fingers now wet she slips them in his awaiting mouth. She speaks like a high priced hooker, do I taste good?he is too busy sucking those fingers. Hey!! She yells at him. What the fuck!

He says it again WTF. with a shit eating grin she chuckles. Do I taste good. Yes baby you're delicious. Spoken like a truly frightened man. All along his cock is growing, she is well aware of the rising occasion. She straddles the man not close enough to absorb his hard dick. She spit in her hand, gently wiping it on his shaft. Yeeees girl, like a dirty old man he sounds. Grabbing her hips he plows down , she screams, ohh shhhh tttt. She's riding him hard, the chair can't take it

Hold on lady we're moving, he stands right up as if she wasn't attached his cock. Slamming her against the refrigerator. Thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into her dripping vagina. Be care, she exclaims, everything on the fridge is flying, the children's drawings magnets calendar, all now on the floor. She says fuck it, fuck me fuck me. At this point he is drilling her hard and fast , the cabinets are shaking. We're moving again he yells, turning towards the kitchen table, with her still in tow,

Like a super hero ,he leans over pushing everything off the table sending it crashing to the floor.

At this point with one thing on her mind. Fuuuuck meeeeeee. She screams. He slams her down on the table. In an evil voice staring deep into her eyes, he yells I'm getting 2nds. Then dives in, face first to her awaiting pussy still dripping wet. His mouth and tongue thrash her, she is all over the place! He doesn't miss a second. Ohh my God, don't you fucking stop!!- she says in a sexy hooker like voice.

Standing up like the Victor of a prise fight, her juice glistening all over his face. Now I'm getting paid!! Her eyes go wide open. Ahhh he shoves that rock hard cock into her like a jackhammer he works her over. Yeah baby yeah baby, please cum inside me pleeeeease, like a begging child she screams .He is going non stop deep, deep crushing her pussy she's practically unconscious. Ohhhh gooood!! Jesus christ. Her screams are defining . Fuuuuck he explodes inside her, his hips just keep pushing

She pushes back, his cock pops out of her, still shooting his milk. Holy shit!! Her voice shrieks. She is on that dick drinking in all she can. The sweat pouring off the champion. As she quenches her thirst for his cum. Stop he says in frustrated voice. I'm outta here! Wait don't leave. Her voice cracking. We're even lady!

That's it. I'm late. He says with a slight anxious tone. Late for what! She is now slightly upset. He looks her dead in the eye, and with the poise of politician he says.
where am I going?? Yes, she shrieks, like he is obligated to stay. I'm meeting Tom, Tom, in a fearful voice she says again , Tom! Yes Tom your husband, we're going golfing. You can only imagine the tornado spinning in her head right now. Life is an interesting journey.

JW92623

I have no problem admitting I saw psychiatrist for brief period of time.

In the very beginning, I actually thought it was helping.

The second to the last time I saw this person, I was walking around her office, while she was taking notes and I was talking. And I actually saw her writing her grocery list. While I was talking. Now I know nothing about being a psychiatrist but I would imagine your grocery list would not be the note you would be jotting down at that point. It literally made me furious. I never said a word, didn't react. But I did say to her, are you writing a book about your patience and that's what the notes are you're taking. She said no, they're just notes I keep in your file.

Can't imagine why a grocery list would be in my file. So I was pretty sure I was never going back there. Till I had a notion to write her a little poem. On my very last visit. walked into her office sat down took my phone out hit send. I looked her dead in the eye and said Open your email I just sent you something. Within a minute she knew that I knew about her grocery list. This woman said nothing. No comment whatsoever. But I'll tell you, I know she was extremely embarrassed and probably felt like an idiot. I said nothing to her at all. I just got up went to the door looked back. I just smirked at her and off I went. I'll share with you the poem I sent her. You might like it.

The poem is titled,

"PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS"

You are so fucking wrong
As you sit in that chair

My mind a project
Not that you care

My thoughts your case
My memories you erase

Your pompous delivery
My outline to live

You are so fucking wrong
You have nothing to give

You take vigorous notes
Your shopping list, you compose

You don't even care
As I lay here alone

My pain is your job
Where you could care less

Tomorrow is coming
Nothing I can do

Your help is useless
But you already knew.

These are the last thoughts
I privilege you.

Your drugs can't help
We both know so true

Im not so depressed
No thanks to you.

Please don't misinterpret what I say, the psychiatry profession probably helps a lot of people. Just this woman I think didn't helped anyone. And that's just my opinion.

Now go out kids and have a freaky day. Get your freak on.

Absolutely let's talk about Walmart

Warning I'm coming in hot.

Why on God's green earth, does everybody go to Walmart on Monday night. And that's not what irks me about Walmart at all.

I should preface this, when I go shopping I know what I'm getting I'm not browsing I'm not milling around looking for specials I'm going for three things and getting my three things and getting the hell out.

But through the wisdom of Sam Walton in the Walmart corporation. It changed the entire, fucking store around.

I used to know where everything was, I could run in there down that Isle this aisle that I'll check out gone.

But noooooo!!

They decided to move every aisle to the most elusive secluded, and dangerous area of the store. I understand how that whole concept works. Like grocery stores they'll move an aisle just to drag you around some more maybe you'll see something else and you'll buy it.

But Sam Walton and the Walmart corporation has taken this one step further.

They've moved every goddamn aisle as if they sat there with a checkerboard and said let's see how difficult we can make it for people to find frozen peas.

I'd like to meet the brain surgeon that came up with this system of realigning the store with the astrology map.

Now that can be resolved walk around look for things you find out where you're going Great no problem right?

Here's the problem Sam Walton, you prick.

You should have told your employees where you move this shit to. They don't even fucking know where anything is.

There was a guy stacking cans of green beans and the ice cream fucking freezer.

This is what's wrong with this country today.

Teach your employees properly,then maybe they can help their customers.

And don't get ready to jump on me and say wow maybe they just don't care no. I asked a couple people tonight.

I literally asked an employee, did they give you a map or something so you could just easily go well yeah that's aisle 17 ? Three employees in this Walmart literally told me no they moved everything when we weren't even here and we have no idea where anything is either. But then they have those little tablet thingies they can look things up for you. And when they work that's a miracle.

I'm not hating on Walmart I'm really not. I like Walmart. It's just frustrating as hell you know,?

listen I ran a warehouse when I was a young man. I knew where every goddamn thing was in that building everything and I'm talking 30,000 router bits and parts like that for cutting wood I knew where everything was and how many were in the building at any given time. I think we've lost that concept.

And I'm not bitter either. Trust me I'm the most positive outgoing happy person in the world. I really am nothing ever bothers me but tonight in Walmart was just a pinnacle of ""WHAT THE FUCKNESS" 

But I digress, it's actually pretty funny I got everything I needed. And I really wasn't there as long as I thought I was.  just blown off some steam that's all.

I'm going to the DMV on Thursday. 

If you really don't like foul language I wouldn't read my my blog about the DMV. Cuz I have it predetermined in my mind that I'm getting fucked over. But only time will tell.

One never knows, not one