The fairytale, a polliwog, and magnum PI

I want to thank all you girls for spending time at ma blog. It makes me feel rather good when you leave a comment and I preciate it! …big smile……
When I was a private investigator I saw plenty of folks pretty much……in torment. Yeah dude…guys…girls…it didn’t make any difference. People’s lives were getting torn up. Searching for answers. Searching for someone. Making themselves into someone…… different. I remember that time for myself and I was frantic to uncover the truth. That’s why I got into the PI thing in the first place. To kinda help folks get through it cause I had been there maself.
An old girlfriend of mine said “I don’t understand why you can take two, intelligent, educated people, who are in love……….but you can’t make their marriage work.” I have to admit…...that befuddled me too. To her discredit….she’s on her third marriage right now……Im sure shes thinking third times a charm and ahm thinkin…....three strikes and your out. Yeah dude, I have a feeling this one will end up on her scrap heap too. Really I should go easy on her…… affairs of the heart sometimes sound like an episode of unsolved mysteries. And Im no Robert Stack. LOL More Like Leonard Nimoy on “In search of”……… who thinks he’s Magnum PI. instead of ……….Monk. Now I cant take credit here.

Where you going?
What you looking for?
You know those boys
Don't want to play no more with you
It's true

If you’re looking for a prince …then the swamp is no place to find anything but frogs. What’s a princess doing in the swamp anyway? I guess some turn out to be lucky frogs ifn ya get ma drift. LOL I guess if you follow that tale more closely …..Doesn’t the frog have to TURN into a prince? Oh dude. LOL fairytale…. FAIL. I think people normally think the moral is….. you have to go through a lot of losers to find Mr.right.. .I had someone tell me they thought it meant “don’t believe what guys say” I’m not so sure that’s the ONLY message. I don’t believe you can CHANGE someone else into what you want.. You probably don’t either. Yes….I am a sooooper genius.
I have to admit I hide a bit of myself when I start dating someone. If I told you I LOVED jazz……. Im not so sure the look on your face would be very approving. There I said it. I’m guilty. I’m not as forthcoming about myself upfront. This is NOT good. I preach about communication and…….I’m NOT taking my own advice. Yeah dude…gotta work on that.
I think most would take offense if your partner suggested you “change” something about yourself. Enter……..the divorce. Oh yeah dude…we got some changin agoin on now! But ya know? I hear a lot of people say the relationship has “changed” or the partner has “changed” and that its NOT what it used to be. I don’t hear many folks say that “they’re” the one that’s changed. It’s always the partner. I think that’s interesting. I’m pretty big on TRYING to look at my own shortcomings before I decide it’s the enemies fault. Never the less… what in this world stays the same?

Sister Christian
Oh the time has come
And you know that you're the only one
To say O.K.

Bring it……….bring some compatibility. You know? It takes a confident frog not to be jealous or controlling. I AM happy in my skin. If I do my part right…… Im bringing out the best in my lover….not changing them. I see a lot of frogs dead in the road. They probably deserve to have the $%!T squashed out of them. I’m still learning…....a polliwog in the rough. If I’m lucky….I just might turn into………a frog. I think that’s ok………I just………. Want another tadpole to love and spoil along the way.

late nite yes, hamsters, and the undertaker of love

Working at HoJos as a dishwasher didn’t really offer much in the way of wooing the ladies…….So when I saw her I had to be real s t i l l….. ..and wait for her to leave. I walked up to Debbie and asked….”Debbie…...crinkled nose………who was that?” Oh that’s my sister Anita……silence….Debbie looks me up and down….”why?” …….my head tilts just a little bit…”shes ……….very……. pretty”. Eventually I roped her into going out and the first thing she did was punch me in the arm…” I was all sweaty and wearing a TRACK suit that day you goof”………….we got along GREAT........ But I killed it and didn’t figure out what I’d done until later. Now I can’t take credit here.

Maybe I think too much but something's wrong
There's something here that doesn't last too long
Maybe I shouldn't think of you as mine

In forth grade my hamster died. Bear with me…….he stayed downstairs which wasn’t the warmest place in the house and I went down one day to feed him and play a bit and there he was……… all stiff…..…eyes closed. ……AAAHHHHHH!!!!!!.............Im jumping up and down ONONONONONONO!!!!!! I get him out and run upstairs to the kitchen…. WhadoIdo?whadoIdo?whadoIdo? I get some warm water in a medicine dropper and give it to him…………nuthin……..milk!!! give him some milk!!!!! I get some milk and put it in the dropper…….I give it to him and ……….he sputters…..HES ALIVE!!!!!!!!!! So I keep giving him drops of milk …..for about 2 hours…...he sputters but he’s stiff as a board… later that day I buried him out back in a shoe box……...in the rain…....with a little prayer….……Bout…..mmmm…….6 years later I’m sitting in biology class and the teacher starts talking about how some mammals like bears can hibernate…….”you mean like hamsters?” …… “yes Mr. Logan”…..”like…...when they get cold??”.....”yes Mr. Logan”………fan…….tastic….. I buried my hamster………..alive. It was a bit too late to do anything about it at that point. Yep…… messed that one up……
Anita and I hadn’t been together very long when I made the mistake I couldn’t fix. We were downstairs at her place late one night and EVERYTHING was going……………great……until………..I hear this yes song come on the tv……we’re kissing and Im …………listening to the tv……things start to get a little hotter and heavier.....and Im……….looking over her shoulder so I can see the tv…......its getting HOT and INVOLVED.....…....and …... yeah dude……your messing this up…what ARE you doing dude??? …..your gonna kill it…….your going to bury it in the backyard………...get the shovel……and…..and……yeah dude…its dead……you killed it…..things weren’t the same after that……..Oh I got to see the yes concert…….thats ALL I got to see……….

I take for granted that you're always there

Bring it………bring some common sense……. I could use some. The HoJos is gone and Anita is happy and married…….Thats one I killed before it got started…and yeah….. gotta couple of loves I had to bury in the backyard because I was just NOT thinking right. But I refuse to be known as the undertaker of love. Nowadays love dies easily. Schedules….kids……bills…..wandering eyes and booze ……....make time for love, if you don’t youll kill it………..and I still have a lotta livin and lovin left to do.……. One thing is for sure……..every time I hear a yes tune I smile ……..…just a little…..