Birthday extravaganza by Tiggers

Lady In Pink would love to wish a very special blogger Stoney aka STONEHEAD a Happy Birthday ~~

May 4, 2014bytiggers

 

It all started over words

He said: , Then She said: and so on

This blogger is one of a kind

Using words as well as pictures to captivate all of our minds:)

Also we share a love of tea and I like to think

Sometimes that we are drinking a cup at the same time :)

Special soul

Special heart

And a very special mind

When I am down in the dark

This blogger has a way of making the sun shine!

How he does it I will never know:)

Stoney ways I actually like to call it :) 

Stoney and I share a love of baseball as well as football !

The only difference is , he KNOWS BASEBALL AND FOOTBALL :) I just watch the games and love them !

Stoney has a heart of gold and one thing that brought him to me

Was his love for music :)

So what better way then for me to celebrate his birthday Lady in pinkstyle Or tiggers style

This would be to sing him a song:)

I wracked my brain as to what one song I could sing and came up with one of my all time faves.

I had to practice it many times and well I still don't think I have it all right but here it is:

The Lady in pink would like to present you

on this special day

Somewhere Over the Rainbow!!

                                          

Now if you are wondering why I say Lady in Pink .. A couple of years back I wrote my very first short story , The story was about Stoney being the owner of the Seattle Sea Hawks and I was the Lady In Pink! So every now and then I like to bring her out into the open :)

Stoney and I may live extremely far away from each other , and well big difference in age , different worlds , But what I love best about Stoney is that . All the things that make us different do not matter , we are still friends and I am thankful for that!

So please if you see Stonehead the blogger around town today, be sure to wish this man a very happy birthday :)

Sweet

Kind

And

Caring are just a few words I like to think of when Stoney pops in my mind!

Thank you Stoney for being an amazing friend , you mean the world to me and I wish a very Happy Birthday from my heart to yours:)

~Your Pal Tiggers AKA “Lady In Pink”

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1. 
   mythoughts77
   Nice!
   May 04, 2014
2. 
   stonehead
   Stoney comes by to Thank YOu. Great production. Got me excited. Want to share this with the whole world.
   Not sure how I would do it, but then again. If I am determined then something good happens. Happy Birthday 71 years old with a lovely family and lots of friends. Am slowing down. Less blogs and words and its ok. With friends like Tiggers online, the excitement gathers and grows strong in remembrance and heart. Again I thank you. Will figure out a way to express my delight. I will. And Thanks.
   May 04, 2014
3. 
   stonehead
   Just listened to your song. My heart beats faster now. So I will have a lot to say, probably in a private message.
   me thinks its proper time to drink a cup of tea, think about all this and make it believable that I am actually 71 years old on this day, have great friends like you to wish me well. And well, its a good day. And I thank you, for making it this way for me. Delightful. The song and performance and effort is something I will came back to, as I can.
   thanks you. again and again. nice performance. Great song and voice. indeed.
   
   
   
   
   And so it is the celebration is extended from one place to another.  Is the marvel of technology
   
   A little unorthodox to post Tiggers blog.  But it is special for me.  And at Age 71, starting today.
   
   I will do as I please.  Stubborn Man.  I am.  
   
    

IN YOUR SHOES

IN YOUR SHOES





I am trying to do my best, in the face of Waterloo.  Going to war with myself.  You see we have made an election promise, and now its midterm elections for some.  And now we have to tweek our message, not saying: " No more war. "  But am putting an emphasis on the facts.  Bin Laden is dead.  Iraq and Afghanistan.  Done with that.  Putting Hawk Talk on mute.  So now we need to find some jobs for the kids.  Put them through college, then pay them $10 to answer phones and push some buttons. 



Didn’t fix the potholes and bad roads in my neighborhood, but kept the children out of the bars and jails.  Well, sort of.  Changing the drug laws in some states.  Children at Risk can move there, or camp just across the river in those border states.  Life without borders and GSP.  Keeping track of you, but not in the way I thought I would.  So now I am starting over.  Imagining myself in your shoes.  Lose the Me-Me-Me state of mind.  Involves challenges, but I can do it.  Keep saying that. 





 
I am doing my best to get my head around this.  "No more war."  Cutting the defense budget.  So where does that leave us.  More jobs.  Bring the boys home.  Give them something to do.  Its time.  Don’t want to make this a baseball blog, but just reading.  And here is a partial quote.  From McClendon, the manager of the Seattle Mariners baseball team.  Not a perfect quote, is hit and miss.  Lot like what they do from the top down.  President.  Club Owner.  Management.  Don’t expect it to be perfect, but let it stand.  This is my final word on the subject.  "Until it isn’t."   



 

McClendon’s basic words.  "Are we short in some areas.  Yeah."   And goes on to give details.  "….We’re banged up a little….. been dealt a tough hand, but we’ll deal with that."  And here is the part I really like.  Makes my day in Clint Eastwood style.  McClendon said,

 "….We’ll bluff our way through it and in the end, we’ll be just fine."




So that is my message for today in this blog.  "In the end, we will be fine."  And to get my head around this compromise, I had a long talk with somebody I really trust about this."  Haven’t talked to this advisor for a year or two.  Just pulled the plug.  Was disenchanted.  Dude President into his second term, and haven’t seen the jobs or the troops home yet.  Oh they maybe be standing right beside me, but then these days I have to not notice who is carrying a gun and who isn’t.  In your shoes, and so I was looking for a safe place to stand and make a stand.  So I chose In Your Shoes to be. 




Hoping others can steady me.  No War.  Been a long time since anybody said that to me.  Not that I don’t believe you.  But is my plan to take you at your word, not be disappointed no matter how it turns , and hope for better roads, and things like that.  In the end we will be fine.  But of course I want to be fine now.  Everything is about now and instant gratification.  Want the baseball team to win now.  Yankees are doing that.  Seattle Mariners are not.  And am choosing to walk, and not fix another flat tire.  Bad roads.  Not a smooth ride.



So want to introduce you to my new voice.  Call her WhiteStone or StoneWhite, or just go along with my inability to name names and be perfect.  In the end we will be fine.  Remember that and don’t call me on my crap and inability to be more better.  It will happen when it happens.  And so I talked to WhiteStone and StoneWhite about this.  We agreed.  We would try to handle our business for another year. 



Will deal with the disappointments and how we invested a lot of time in all this, and are not truly satisfied.  Will deal with it.  Will talk among ourselves and help each other with the way it is.  Is what stonehead and whitestone have agreed to.  And will be the first to say, its not helping with the things that really are 

in my field of vision. 



 
Went to a baseball game.  Cold and Windy.  Team lost and gave me no reason for optimism.  But then I remember.  I hedge my bets.  Have a $20 radio subscription package for 2014 and no matter where I am, can listen to baseball on my computer, provided I am in range.  And most of the time I am.  Around in a life without borders.  Making it happen, but not in the way I expected to when I was in my 20’s.  But like they say, "Grow up."  And I did. 



 

And realize its never perfect.  Its often not even good.  But you learn to wait it out.  Figure out what the cycle and the ups and downs are.  Market adjustment and make due.  And during your time of leisure, have a little fun.  Block out what others are doing.  Get in Your Shoes.  Walk it off.  So that is what I am doing.  Saying over and over, "In the end, we’ll be just fine."  And add to that the current slogan.  No War.  Tis all have to say. 




 
Well, not really.  But is all I have to say without you with me.  Need a friend.  Need you.  But like I said.  Its not the way I thought it would be.  Me without you.  So as a compromise I will call my friend.  Somebody I really trust about all this In-The-End stuff.  And now its my turn to listen.  Comments and in conclusion.  What’s it like for you.  Today.  In Your Shoes.  

IT MATTERS

 IT MATTERS

It is just a matter of time and you will change your mind.  I do it.  The cat does it.  Even now, Microsoft is doing it.  And it doesn’t matter why.  At first I was thinking to ask, "Do you think it matters?"  and I answered my own question.  It matters.  It matters that I show up from time to time, and cry in my sleeve.  Or cry over spilt beer. 

 

Not to say the sheckles are running out, more like I hate to waste and its good to the last drop.  Not sure what advertising that was, maybe Maxwell House Coffee.  As I get older, I tell myself, just keep doing it.  It matters and why not?  Writing blogs and its simple.  Turn the computer on, and spend time with yourself and just write.  No time for criticism.  Failure is not the object.  Matters little if you are a professional or just some smuck like me, making good with what you have.  It all adds up to a good time, with baby in your lap, sucking on the pacifier.

 

Was looking at a cartoon, with an old guy with a long beard holding a sign, saying:  "The End Is Near."  I laugh.  Makes sense to me.  It matters, every conversation and interaction.  Time is a commodity and I noticed its been 3 weeks since I’ve posted a blog.  So now, its time.  Just do it.  Failure is an option, and we are only human.  Disappointing that something happens on our watch, and for a while it registers and we are sad.  You can understand.  It happens. 

 

But really, is it worth making a big deal about.  Depends.  If you are a role model, it matters.  Otherwise, continuance is a good word and a promising thought.  So what if you lack natural talent, keep writing.  Make that blog happen.  And so this is my small contribution to the big picture and its promotion.  Little things inspire me.  And yes, it matters.  What we do.

Ask the question.  Does it matter?  Stock answer, it matters.  And at some point you just want to bury your head in your arm and sob.  It matters who I am dating.  Ugly guy need not apply.  Ok I say that as a joke.  We all need love.  Come as you are.  And when you do, be prepared.  I will tell you loud and clear.  It matters how you look.  Next time put on clean clothes and comb your hair.  And that applies even if you are going to college and is early and you have been sleepless, for what seems like forever. 

 

Even so, we have to give it a little effort.  It matters.  We can fail.  We can do poorly, or average.  Getting a D is not the end.  Who cares how many sign up for ObamaCare.  Not in my neighborhood, where the young people outnumber the poor, 10 to 1.  Just saying, we don’t all live on facebook, nor live life as a beauty contest.  Some people do, but not me.  But the bottomline is that if it matters to you, then with due consideration, I can step back with what is important to me, and honor you and what you do, when you say, " It matters.  Listen up."

 

 So now we are done to basics.  Young person wants to go to college.  Needs a better job.  Wants to meet cute guys and marry one who can provide.  So matters.  ObamaCare.  Stay healthy.  The End is Near.  Obviously there is no end to it.  We can’t be heartless.  We have to care.  Wonderful words and to see it in print, just makes my day.  That is one way to celebrate a blog.  Big or small.  Sexy Tuesday.  It gets posted and for a minute we don’t have to feel bad about a child raised without a dad.  So that’s it for today.  It matters.

ambitious soldier march madness

MARCH MADNESS AND THE AMBITIOUS SOLDIER




My head is spinning, and not playing roulette or russian-roulette.  Happens when I realize the game is rigged.  Odds and it all goes in favor of the number-man.  But then again, has become more and more difficult to be gender specific.  Ban on this and that.  Court Martial and even The General is being held accountable.  My task for today is to write this blog and not go sideways, meaning fall over from a spin that makes the world on its axis, be detrimental, to me.  So I can’t be gender specific and make it through this day.  Make one slip and the fingers point towards you, and this is something I truly want to avoid.  So darkness and subliminal void, we can talk around the subject and come up with alternatives. 


 

And this I will try to do, in this blog.   Take the familiar and package it, for maximum attention by the readership.  And is my idea in the first place.  To be ambitious.  To soldier on.  To be in the game on the way to the end, and have a chance to win, and maybe if I play my cards right, will have a good day.  Brother often plays poker with the guys, and has fun.  As for me, I like the opposite sex.  And now congratulate myself for being able to say all that, without being gender specific.  And wonder how long I can stay with the hot dice and be on a roll, and never leave with my pockets empty.




  Difficult to make my cause and tell this as I wish to, when there is a ban on almost everything.  The hammer comes down, and the bell rings, and we are put on alert, there is a penalty for all this, and there will be more losers than winners.  Count on that.  But for the moment I’d like to play.  Take on the role of the ambitious soldier, or the one focused on March Madness and picking The Perfect Bracket.  Now that introduces the subject of this blog.  There will be more.




It will be difficult getting this right.  Start with The-Ambitious-Soldier, and being gender-non-specific, we have no clue if this player is stacked, or said better, is playing with a stack of chips and hence is able to bluff through a difficult hand, to win.  Bluffing is part of the game.  Having said that, I need to do more homework on the subject.  And part of the homework will be to determine what is important here, and state the subject clear.  But most of the time we don’t do that.  We have our special way, to talk about you and I, but not endure a libel suit or end up on hot seat, with punitive action sure to come. 





And that is why its such a challenge to write this blog today.  Can’t really challenge the powers that be.  But will mention, that it is not often that a General goes to court, to fight the battle that will make or break a long and productive career.  And for the moment I remind myself.  It will be difficult getting this right.  Who is or was the ambitious soldier.  Will have to wait for the judge and jury on that one.  Can’t state my opinion, until it all over. 



And this I know.  Picking the perfect bracket is never easy.  But then again, that is what makes me get excited.  College basketball.  Difficult to win.  Difficult to know who will actually play in the finals.  Who will win.  Ambitious-soldier or the-empowered-general.  Who will win a billion dollars, when its all over. ?  Does anybody care?




Took me awhile to figure out what this blog is about.  But now I feel better.  Its about reading the small print.  Halfway through the blog, and it dawns on me.  I have no clue how this all works.  Adultery.  Cheating.  Defying all odds.  And winning depends on how ambitious you are, and of course it depends on reading the contract or rules for the game.  In this case, I am going back to March Madness, which is a branded way of talking about a specific basketball tournament that involves college teams.  Turns out the billionaire Warren Buffett has partnered with the Cleveland Cavaliers owner Dan Gilbert and Quicken Loans, to offer to anyone who fills out a perfect bracket for the 2014 Men’s Collegiate Basketball Tournament.  Now we are clear.  And its all about the small print.  How you win.  How you make your money. 




And that of course is an impressive feat.  How do you offer a billion dollars for picking the perfect bracket, and still make money on the game you play? 



And that is what interests me most.  Read the small print and you discover.  The-Ambitious-Soldier is a women.  Now that blows my cover.  Cards on the table.  Now you see them.  One is a women. The other a man.  And so now perhaps you will lose interest now.  And I will spend the rest of the day, wondering if I should have been gender-non-specific, from beginning to end, as I had intended to. But I took the bait.  Billion dollars for picking the perfect march madness bracket.  Then to read the small print, and realize that the billion dollars is spread over 40 years of pay-outs.





 
 And of course, if you want to touch all the money, you have to live another 40 years.  And chances are it will all end up in court and that is what interests me the most.  Who really wins.  Ambitious-Soldier.  Betting it all.  March Madness.  And its exciting.  Billion dollars for getting it right.  And what happens when you get it wrong.  Guess that’s where the small print comes into play, and that we will leave for another day.  Shall we?

Hung Jury.  Gender Non-Specific. 

I Am With The Blond

I AM WITH THE BLOND

Happy, pretty and free.  That’s what I want.  For you.  For me.  For the people.  Is my tea time thought for this day.  Have time to burn, as we added an extra hour to the routine.  Daylight Savings Time protocol, and here I am with the blond, celebrating.  Truth is, its not about who I am with.  Does it matter?  Older and Wiser now.  Be with the one you love, or go it alone, and find a friendly face to be with, from time to time.  So that’s mostly all I have to say, about the one you are with.  Truth is, I want this blog to be about projection and protection.  Wearing protection, and as a side-trip, about wigs and bad hair day. 



Time moves forward, by a clever trick.  Manipulate the clock, suddenly we are all an hour older.  And am here to say, this is really about messing with her head.  Red, black or blue, does it matter and if so, where do we go with this conversation next.  Small town.  Everybody knows me.  What does it matter that I dye my hair, or put on a wig.  Can’t really hide, and is the truth that they snapped a picture of me, and posted it on the web.  Suddenly I am with the blond, or am the blond, or just in case you missed it, having a bad hair day.  And on top of it all, they Spring Ahead.  And here we are.  Messing with my head.  Once or twice a year.  Am I happy. 

Probably not.





So it happens to everybody, once in a lifetime or so.  You end up with the blond, and have your 10 minutes of fame.  Get the looks, and the shadow.  People asking, " Why is she with him?"  And before it starts, that is how it ends.  Day 2 and he is back to walking his dog, and nobody asks, " Was it a wig?"  Basically a short conversation, and he is on his bike, Helmet Head and he is headed out of town.  Had enough.  Was a mistake to be signaled out, posted and talked about.  Not that it was all a mistake, but it drew unwanted attention.  Nothing stops time and declining looks, but even so, its a simple thing, learning how to do it.  Nothing to hide.  A wig is just a wig.  Easy way to change shape and color and be stylish, when truth is, you are not in the mood to pretty up, but family and routine dictates a going out party.   And so it happens.  Messing With The Head.  Turning the clocks forward.  Going out when you really didn’t want to.  It happens.




 Don’t obsess.  Try to be natural and relaxed.  Winter and the wind blows in all directions at once.  Who you are with, or what looks they carry, loses importance when you slip and slide around on ice.  Best to just get on with it.  In and Out.  Takes practice to not be overly conscious about looks.  But mostly to prolong life expectancy, just relax.  Father Time moves forward.  Spring Forward.  There will be time to shape up for the beach.  Soon, but not today.  Just get your chores done.  Don’t be the intellectual on a slippery slope.  Drop the thought that this is a good or bad hair day.  Drop the thought that my wig just blew away in a 20 mile an hour wind.  Forget about it. 

But in a good way. 





 
They messed with the clock.  They messed with my head.  But that’s how yesterday was.  Today, I am with the blond, and things will be different.  So I say.  Get it done.  And come back tomorrow and we will talk, test the waters, and see how we feel.  About yesterday.  Messing with the clocks.  Messing with my head.  Forget about those things.  Its still winter and March Madness is about to begin.

 Damn Yankees.

around the village

AROUND THE VILLAGE

Looking out my window to the outside, and its fair to say, "Nasty and maybe I should stay inside, until things improve."  This performance, day after day, is worthy of an Oscar nomination.  Not a professional, so I won’t win.  But it helps me pass the day.  Winter and March and to make things worse, this is the weekend we Spring Ahead.  Turn the clocks forward, and mess with your biological timing system.  Little things like this affect me.  Nasty weather.  Weekend and you want some action, but if you stay home, it all gets like a simulation or video game.  Nasty weather and fooling around, with the clocks.  Nice phrase.  Spring ahead.  






But have done this before and what I know, is that all of this puts me in the mood to pull the covers over my head, block out the morning light, and yes.  Sleep it off.  But then the real me comes to life.  " Do something, even if it is wrong."  And that of course is how I came up with an alternative life, that turned into the Me-You-See today.   And is why I never go onto the web and web-cam chat.  Never say never, but mostly its not pretty what I see around me.  Common and ordinary.  And this inspires me to take a walk around the village, staying close to the buildings and out of the rain.   And that works, if you are willing to endure a little hardship.  And isn’t that what life is about?  Making it through another day.  Around The Village I need to go, to see how others are doing.  So I ask.

  "How are you?"  "What’s up?"





Created a new routine.  Tis artificial reality for me.  Goes around the situation, where out the window peek returns a nasty weather phase, and now my first option for after-breakfast action goes up in smoke.  But if you follow the rules, you have to go out to smoke.  Smoking ban.  " Go outside."  Instead on goes the computer.  Blogging time.   But first, I go to the webcam channel, dial in Iowa City, Iowa and see what the people are doing on Main Street.  



And that’s how I came up with going Around-The-Village, digitally.  A portal to something different, but then you find that its not all that different, when you go to the same place everyday, look in and after a week or so, it is what it is.  Small town Main Street.  Saturday morning and hours ahead of where you are.  Just planning my day, while these folks on Main Street are moving towards a setting sun, or clouds that turn into a obscured sky with darkness descending.  My point, a walk around the village, and soon you realize.  Different places and different lives playing out their destiny.  




And basically it is all the same.  What do you learn by watching people in a far away place.  Of course, I could tell you what some people in Iowa City, Iowa.  U.S.A. , are doing, but heck if you have the inclination and a computer and bandwidth, you can go and see it all for yourself.  So who needs me?  





And that will not become the focus of this blog.  Not worried about what happens day after day, and we reach a point where we turn the clocks ahead, and it becomes obvious.  "Who needs that."  Who needs Old Fella, lamenting that its bad weather outside and suddenly he has nothing to do.  A full day without plans or ambition, or places to go and something to do.  Who needs that, when the rest of us are trying to make a living, feed our family, and go shopping on the only days we are not at work.  So instead.  An artificial reality is created.  Online and facebook happy.  How ya doing?  




And its best to post a picture, rather than say, " Nasty Weather.  I’m depressed."  And it makes me wonder, how all those people in Alaska and Russia and well north of the 49th parallel get along through those long and harsh winters we know are out there, but seldom see first hand.  




And so that very thought helps me get over what ever it is that is limiting me.  My thoughts.  My attitude.  My reality.  Over time and what have I become?  Guess that is a subject for another day.  What I need to do is put my hat and coat on.  Step out.  Make a trip around the village, and see how others are doing?  Around The Village.  Real or Digital.  A magical destination for all that seems to stand in my way.  Throw open the windows.  Open the door.  Step out.  And see what happens.  Beyond artificial reality.  Get real.  Smile.  Laugh.  Duck and cover.  Do what you must do, but don’t let it all get away, just because its nasty out there, and you choose to stay in bed.

And when you see her, be sure to ask, 

"How are you doing?  What’s up."