Final Thoughts (What am I? Jerry Springer?)

WAYNE’S WORDS
Volume 4 Number 13
Final Thoughts (What am I? Jerry Springer?)

Again, it has been a long time since I sat here. I don’t think it is really having much of an adverse affect on any one of my loyal reader, but I do like to sit here and ramble on occasion.

Since the last time I wrote we did, in fact, lose the dear friend. Ever since, I (along with others who were close to him) have been quite aloof. We have kind of been just going through the motions. With each passing day it does get better, however. We will always miss him and will forever remember him.

We have had the holidays. Unfortunately, The Boy couldn’t make it down to New Mexico from Wisconsin for his Christmas break due to a flat tire on his plane. I know – that sounds strange, but it did have a cascading effect that made it unable for him to make it here. All in all, I’m sure he still had a good Christmas. I do miss him dearly every day.

Just so you know, I haven’t been completely ignoring this blog thing. As I come up with a random thought, I punch it into my Crunch Berry in hopes of expanding on it or at least using it. So, for my final thoughts of the year, I will just give you those snippets I have saved since the last blog. If nothing else, I will be able to say that I did a new blog.

• I think Bonnie Tyler's "Total Eclipse of the Heart" was supposed to be a Meatloaf song. At least it has always sounded quite Meatloafy to me.

• How come when I am watching an NFL game & they show each player’s head stating their name and alma mater, I can never understand them? They seem unhappy or at least put out for having to do it. If I was making a trillion dollars for playing football I would be excited! WAYNE SINCLAIR! QUARTERBACK! NEW MEXICO STATE UNIVERSITY! WOO HOO!

• I do miss Jazz in my life.

• My grammar, syntax and vocabulary are not the best, but why does everyone seem to want to speak like they are from the ghetto? Why is it cool to sound like you are from a crime-ridden, poverty-stricken place that most people (who actually live there) would love to rise above?

• I am convinced that, culturally, we really are in a mean season and I just cannot wait for it to change.

• Are more people driving like idiots or are there just more drivers - or both?

• If we both miss each other and tell each other so, how come we can't even talk anymore?

• Watching people dance to Country & Western music still amazes me. I could never do that. My partner would go deaf from me counting in her ear. 1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3. Turn, 2, 3.

• I don't like them, but I have been secretly rooting for the Dallas Cowboys ever since they fired their head coach.

• A Peanut Butter & Jelly sandwich is a great late night snack. 'Tis only made better with a tall, cold glass of milk. Never add Vinegar & Salt Potato Chips to the mix though. You will wake up in the middle of the night - puking your guts out.

• I saw a man pay $7.80 in nickels, dimes and pennies to put gas in his Cadillac CTS.

• I pulled into a parking space at a restaurant & I noticed the vehicle next to me had a very low tire. I put a note under the windshield wiper that read: "your front passenger tire is quite low. Be safe. Merry Christmas." I hope I didn't offend them with the "Merry Christmas" part.

• Sometimes you feel like you don't fit in your old friends' lives anymore & it feels like there is a wedge between.

• If you want to see something very odd, go to Wal-Mart on Christmas day. You get to actually see it deserted. The empty parking lot is almost spooky. I keep expecting to see zombies. Oh, wait! The Zombies are there on normal days.

• I'm going to have to get glasses. Reading material is really starting to blur. I guess what they used to tell me was true. Certain activities WILL make you go blind.

• My Son may actually be right. I probably am Alan Harper from Two and a Half Men.

I hope that each and every one of us has a great 2011. To my friends that read this blog, you are all very special to me & I hope that you will always be a part of my life. To quote The Waterboy: “Thank you all so much for being my friends.”

Until Next Time,
Wayne