Life is Good: Watch My Smoke

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Good Things Come to Those

Life is good and, regardless of all the things I’ve studied, read, pondered, or conceptualized, I can only deduce that we’re here just once. That grants me license to live to the fullest. And, like a little kid fighting sleep, I don’t wanna miss a thing.

Though I keep myself busy, it doesn’t seem that I do enough. I’m currently working on a graduate degree, a new collection of stories to publish, recently adopted a rather intense exercise regimen, am a family man, and maintain an ever-changing schedule for my 9-to-5. Oh, and I just started a side business, too. LOL!

I was sitting in class with some of my fellow students last week. Each of them were professional students, as the course we were taking was all they did. Two of them were retired and collecting military checks; another was the wife of a retiree. One made jokes about watching his neighbors hustle off to work each morning while he sipped coffee in his robe.

I tried to image a day where I had nothing to do. What’s funny is that I have two basic modes: completely engaged and completely disengaged. Though I enjoy lazing about when time permits, it usually doesn’t happen for long. I never seem to sleep in, even when I have no appointment to meet. There always seems to be something to do, a new project to create, a new tale to spin, something new to learn. But that’s the key to me: constant mental movement. Even when I sit still and seem to hover on the verge of being comatose, I’m usually turning over a concept or story idea in my head.

Some folks think I am an overachiever, while others see me as completely lazy; I think I might fall somewhere in-between, though closer to the former. I am a learning machine and approach each day as would a bright-eyed, curious child. I have this crazy notion that there is nothing beyond my grasp. I am no better than anyone else, but I am driven to live a life without limits. The nice houses, cars, island vacations, accounts, etc., are only indicators of having the best in life. Again, going for the best and eventually achieving the best, makes me no better. Anyone else with the drive, determination, and nerve can do the same…may even do better. And God has the universe constructed so that there’s enough for us all.

But you’ve got to be willing to WORK for it!

So, as people sit on the sidelines, mouth hanging agape with a dumbfounded look on their face at what I’m doing, I encourage them to watch my smoke. However, in watching, my hope is that they use that to fuel and inspire their own advancement. I wish everyone the best in their personal pursuits.

That said, watch my smoke!

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Sins of the Past – Meet Sugar Weasel Wrangler Don Miskel

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An interview of Yours Truly…

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 Tell us a little bit about yourself, Don.

Well, Debbie, I am a wrangler of sugar weasels and a writer of tall tales. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Actually, the former is a running joke and the latter is a lot closer to the truth! Add to that, I am obviously a joker.

On a more serious note, I like writing horror, though I am not stuck to any single genre. When I was a kid, my father used to watch a show called Creature Feature, which played classic horror movies. As it came on, Henry Mancini’s creepy, electric-guitar-driven theme from Experiment in Terror played. Though the images of Bela Lugosi, Lon Chaney, and Boris Karloff were scary enough, the music alone was enough to make me want to jump out of my skin with fright. My father thought this was funny.

In my teenage years, I became fascinated with the same…

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Petition for Implementation of MF Day

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As I write this, we are celebrating moms around the world. Maternal figures are special because, not only do they perform a job no man would do (or even volunteer for), but being a mother is pretty much a thankless job. So, my hat’s off to all the ladies who have carried, raised, taught, hugged, advised, loved, and fed any other little person. Takes a special woman to pull that off with grace and style.

But I wanna talk about the men who make those ladies mothers in the first place, henceforth known as MF’s. Here’s the breakdown:

– When a man does an outstanding job, he is called “That MF” (i.e., “That MF takes care of me and my children AND he pays the bills!”)

– When a man does wrong, he is called “This MF” (i.e., “After being true to his ass for all those years, this MF gon’ up and leave me for a younger woman!”)

– When he handles business in the bed, the MF is tearing it up

– When he keeps messing up the finances, the MF is bound to get replaced

– When he cracks corny jokes, the MF thinks he’s funny, but he isn’t

– The dude who doesn’t seem to learn from his mistakes is an ignorant MF

– The guy who won’t come off the dime is a cheap MF

– A man who isn’t attractive is uglier than a MF

The list goes on an on. It seems that we men cannot escape the inevitability of being MF’s. Because of that, we shouldn’t shun the title and should instead embrace it!

I posit that the day after Mothers Day should be set aside to honor, venerate, and reflect upon those multipurpose MF’s who make women moms in the first place. I am submitting this petition to immediately implement MF Day across the globe. Mothers and children on every corner of the earth should be on hand to recognize the MFing culprit who is responsible.

As for me, I only bloom where I’m planted. It’s just that the seed in this garden is a MFing seed that yielded one crazy MF!!!

Enjoy the holiday! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!