HEY WORLD!!!!!!!!
BLATHER, BLATHER, BLATHER
This is the first entry in our Blather Board. Sassafras has been after me to start it and I decided it would be easier to write this, rather than continue to be prodded by Sassafras Whine.
The intention of us having this board was for me to share some of my Zellarisms. That’s my last name with the suffix isms added. It refers to my own philosophies, or spins on situations, or observations, or favorite spins by other people. The intention is not to offend anybody, but I probably will. I seem to do that just ‘being myself.’ The intention is to get Sassafras off my back.
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Boy, is anybody else destroyed over the 100,000 lost lives in the Indian Ocean basin caused by the huge tsunami? Can you imagine the number of children that have been lost? I only mention this, because one of the hopes for the world is for us to nurture every child in this world as if they were our own; as if they were going to be the next Albert Einstein, Ella Fitzgerald, Martin Luther King, Henny Youngman, Ghandi, or Al Kaline. Nothing we can do about it. Well, we can start nurturing.
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Whew, where to start. OK. Here we go. As you have obviously noticed, we are kind of enamored with the word misfit. The name of our business is MisFiT’s CenTRaL. This website is called Misfits Central. I am called the Boss Misfit. Almost all my emails have Misfit in the name. Why, you ask?
It all started in the 80’s when I happened to view an animated movie with Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, the elf that wanted to be a dentist, the Abominable Snowman, and a land of misfit toys. It made me realize that it was ok to be a misfit. The elf wasn’t a bad guy; he just didn’t fit in…same for Rudolph and same for me. I wasn’t a bad guy, but I surely didn’t fit in. I also found there were a bunch of us misfits in the world. In fact, let’s face it, the majority of the participants of the human race are misfits. We’re not bad, we just haven’t found our niche.
I started to look at life differently. I come to realize that it isn’t necessary to apologize for being me. What, you say? You don’t do that? Well, most people do, at some time in their lives. They spend time explaining why they are working where they work, or doing what they are doing or driving what they are driving or wearing what they are wearing ad infinitum, ad nauseum.
So, QUIT IT! Don’t do it anymore. On the other hand, you can do what you please. I really don’t care if you continue to be a frustrated nerd instead of an enlightened nerd. Have you seen the “Revenge of the Nerds”? The last scene when what’s his name takes the microphone and gives his “I’m a nerd” speech and the whole stands empty to support him. Great cinema, man. I can feel the tears welling up trying to flood out of my tear ducts. Just a minute. Let me get myself together.
OK…Life is not like a box of chocolates or a bowl of cherries. It can be pretty hard. It is a whole bunch of days strung into a row, where you must make a bunch of decisions that will affect the rest of you life. There is no good luck or bad luck. It is a series of events that each of us, as individuals, can influence by the decisions we make. Sure, things can happen that seem out of your control, but it’s all part of the adventure.
I’m not going to preach much more, but I hope I have been able to get across to you what makes up a misfit. Misfits that recognize who they are just aren’t bothered with the daily grind. In fact, it isn’t a grind. It is “part of the adventure.”
One last thing about being a misfit…if you want to know what’s hot and what’s not, don’t ask a misfit. Not only don’t they know, they don’t care. I have gone through a couple of fashion changes where I was hot all of a sudden and then I was not. Sure wasn’t by my doing. Just wearing what I liked. In fact, I have been wearing them for 45 years; loafers, boots, chamois shirts, wool plaid shirts, levis, rings on more than one finger, hair length (which by the way is as long as it will grow, which is not very long at this time in my life).
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2004 was a good year for us and a year of craziness. We blew up three vehicles. That cost us a little bit more than we had budgeted. We are now hunkered down, when I thought we would be cruising. We always have hunkered in the past, which simply means we don’t go anywhere or do anything that will cost us money. If you don’t go, you can’t spend.
Cruising means we finally put a little something away so that November, December and January don’t eat us alive. Well, the vehicle expenses ate us up and here we are hunkering. That’s my ‘wah’ for today.
We had hoped to get into the woods this winter to do a little Bigfoot hunting in the Baldwin area. But we really can’t afford it. Maybe in February.
This is the first entry in our Blather Board. Sassafras has been after me to start it and I decided it would be easier to write this, rather than continue to be prodded by Sassafras Whine.
The intention of us having this board was for me to share some of my Zellarisms. That’s my last name with the suffix isms added. It refers to my own philosophies, or spins on situations, or observations, or favorite spins by other people. The intention is not to offend anybody, but I probably will. I seem to do that just ‘being myself.’ The intention is to get Sassafras off my back.
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Boy, is anybody else destroyed over the 100,000 lost lives in the Indian Ocean basin caused by the huge tsunami? Can you imagine the number of children that have been lost? I only mention this, because one of the hopes for the world is for us to nurture every child in this world as if they were our own; as if they were going to be the next Albert Einstein, Ella Fitzgerald, Martin Luther King, Henny Youngman, Ghandi, or Al Kaline. Nothing we can do about it. Well, we can start nurturing.
_________________________________________
Whew, where to start. OK. Here we go. As you have obviously noticed, we are kind of enamored with the word misfit. The name of our business is MisFiT’s CenTRaL. This website is called Misfits Central. I am called the Boss Misfit. Almost all my emails have Misfit in the name. Why, you ask?
It all started in the 80’s when I happened to view an animated movie with Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, the elf that wanted to be a dentist, the Abominable Snowman, and a land of misfit toys. It made me realize that it was ok to be a misfit. The elf wasn’t a bad guy; he just didn’t fit in…same for Rudolph and same for me. I wasn’t a bad guy, but I surely didn’t fit in. I also found there were a bunch of us misfits in the world. In fact, let’s face it, the majority of the participants of the human race are misfits. We’re not bad, we just haven’t found our niche.
I started to look at life differently. I come to realize that it isn’t necessary to apologize for being me. What, you say? You don’t do that? Well, most people do, at some time in their lives. They spend time explaining why they are working where they work, or doing what they are doing or driving what they are driving or wearing what they are wearing ad infinitum, ad nauseum.
So, QUIT IT! Don’t do it anymore. On the other hand, you can do what you please. I really don’t care if you continue to be a frustrated nerd instead of an enlightened nerd. Have you seen the “Revenge of the Nerds”? The last scene when what’s his name takes the microphone and gives his “I’m a nerd” speech and the whole stands empty to support him. Great cinema, man. I can feel the tears welling up trying to flood out of my tear ducts. Just a minute. Let me get myself together.
OK…Life is not like a box of chocolates or a bowl of cherries. It can be pretty hard. It is a whole bunch of days strung into a row, where you must make a bunch of decisions that will affect the rest of you life. There is no good luck or bad luck. It is a series of events that each of us, as individuals, can influence by the decisions we make. Sure, things can happen that seem out of your control, but it’s all part of the adventure.
I’m not going to preach much more, but I hope I have been able to get across to you what makes up a misfit. Misfits that recognize who they are just aren’t bothered with the daily grind. In fact, it isn’t a grind. It is “part of the adventure.”
One last thing about being a misfit…if you want to know what’s hot and what’s not, don’t ask a misfit. Not only don’t they know, they don’t care. I have gone through a couple of fashion changes where I was hot all of a sudden and then I was not. Sure wasn’t by my doing. Just wearing what I liked. In fact, I have been wearing them for 45 years; loafers, boots, chamois shirts, wool plaid shirts, levis, rings on more than one finger, hair length (which by the way is as long as it will grow, which is not very long at this time in my life).
_________________________________________
2004 was a good year for us and a year of craziness. We blew up three vehicles. That cost us a little bit more than we had budgeted. We are now hunkered down, when I thought we would be cruising. We always have hunkered in the past, which simply means we don’t go anywhere or do anything that will cost us money. If you don’t go, you can’t spend.
Cruising means we finally put a little something away so that November, December and January don’t eat us alive. Well, the vehicle expenses ate us up and here we are hunkering. That’s my ‘wah’ for today.
We had hoped to get into the woods this winter to do a little Bigfoot hunting in the Baldwin area. But we really can’t afford it. Maybe in February.
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