Time To Smell The Roses

An observational piece inspired by Unckie's reminder that Monty Python is my favorite sketch comedy
by JT Pilaf

It's true; there are days that my brain truly hurts. There's too much going on in today's world and everyone is trying to do everything they possibly can instead of just relaxing. Well, I'm done. It's time for me to just take a time out in my life and enjoy what's around me, take a vacation to my backyard and sometimes my front yard. It all depends on my mood.










Remember the days when guys used to hook up for an evening of cards and drinking... Sometimes we dressed up in character, sang songs , and howled at the moon. If I'm not laid up in a cast, these days actually still exist for me. Soooo... I really don't have any complaints here.












Now it's off to work everyday providing for the family.
Nothing wrong with having responsibilities, as long as you get to wear cool looking hats. My favorite work day is "bring your kids to work ... (insert Austin Powers hesitation here) day" . It's a day I have an legit excuse for being on the computer for 8 hours playing games. I just love that Disney Playhouse.












For what??? Spam?
Mother used Spam as a guise for 4 meals a week. I get spastic anytime I get within 50 yards of Spam now.
And by the way... When is Spamalot coming to Shea's?

So I guess what I'm saying is; it's time mothers and fathers get their lives back. Now, don't let this slip to Sandra, but I ordered this instructional video that's going to bring a spark back into our after hours life. Unfortunately, I tried my outfit on and it's a little snug. I feel like catwomen. Plus I can't see with the hood on.

Dancing with the Stars

I ask you -- how can this man hate Dancing with the Stars as much as he does when he's when we've got proof that he's been known to get his own Fred Astaire on? Discuss.

A Major Prize!!

Some say that Holtz luck is no luck at all. Today, September 7th may mean the tides have changed. Upon my return home from a strenuous 1 hour of teaching, a package awaited me. I eagerly ripped open the letter to find I had won the 4th place prize in the NYS lottery Grand Slam sweepstakes. As I thought back to the entry form I recalled the prizes being huge amounts of cash, fabulous trips and World Series tickets. Of course the package was marked "FRAGILE" and this only heightened my anticipation.















With trembling hands I tore open the box that held the path to all my dreams. And what to my wondering eyes should appear.......... you guessed it. Clothing!!


If I auction these items off, how much can I reap? Enough for a new home? A trip to Tahiti or enough to buy my own tickets to the world series?
All is not lost, however. I will not have to venture forth when the wind is howling and the snow is blowing. My Christmas Pirate Gift is taken care of as is my son's Christmas gift!

The only disappointing part of today is that Auntie P will not allow me to display my treasures in our front window. She said and I quote, "Over My dead Body!!" I explained that it's a major prize and I am contemplating surprising her in the morning if I can stay awake long enough to arrange the display after she's in bed. She can be so unreasonable.

Thank you, NYS Lottery!!!
Posted by Unkie-Sept. 7, 2006 5:15pm