The Lorddodger Times

Doing The Dance ?

Dodger mel — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 03:31:30 GMT

Why do young girls find a boyfriend, break up, then make up and then do it all over again with the same smuck? Young girls just seem to do this, they are in love and there is no one other. Parents try and tell them about all the fish in the ocean thing, yet, they go back to smucky.

My daughter has done this dance it seems about thirty times with her smuck. Over and over. She needs him, he's her everything. Everyone tries to tell her,when he dumps you, stay dumped. Go out in the world and find another fish. I think she should do this, she is a senior in high school. Dump smuck 1 and find smuck 2. He won't be following you to college. Have some fun, enjoy the last year of school.

I'm afraid she thinks so little of herself, that she does this. Do other young women do this too? Is this why they do the dance? Or, is it just part of learning life, learning about who you are and what you really want in life for yourself?

She was dropped by smuck #1, let's hope she will stay droppeed and go on to smuck # 2.

Picture This

Dodger mel — Fri, 15 May 2009 19:27:38 GMT

This week, our work group got together to take a picture., A shot of, well, our group. The memo was sent from our Superintendent saying that this would be a moral shoot. A MORAL shoot? You can actually boost moral by taking a picture?

I thought how silly this must be. I am the eternal pessamist, you can not fix moral with a photo. It starts from the top with our Division and trickles down from there. Maybe if the group had our financial budget stuff in order, if they actually made us think that they gave a crap, then maybe moral would improve.

Moral would improve with a few nice jobs, a couple of Attaboys and the like. Instead, we get incident letters and discipline letters and management trying to hit the home run by firing some one. They forget about the progressive discipline and go straight to the ax. We always say no one is fired until it has been 2 years. Management seems to forget steps and the firings always seems to backfire.

Well, after the pictures were taken, everyone was talking at how lame this all was. What was our leader thinking? We all thought to ourselves, Will the pictures continue until moral improves?

Father to Daughter

Dodger mel — Mon, 11 May 2009 08:12:11 GMT

You were beautifully delivered

on a bright Mother's Day,

Into our life

You came to stay,

Kicking and screaming you arrived

Never to leave our trusted side,

You greeted us in the usual way

on Mother's very Special Day,

You grew and blossomed

oh so subtle,

Your sister wanted you

No one other,

Your brother wanted a blue ninja turtle,

So Happy Birthday my young daughter

Seventeen and growing,

signed,

your Father

For My Daughter

Dodger mel — Sun, 03 May 2009 22:57:35 GMT

You say you love me

I know this is true,

But your words actions

Make my heart blue,

I don't know why

are lives are apart

We need to adjust

that is a start,

My love for you

has always been clear

you stay away not wanting me near,

There is a black hole

deep in my heart

knowing we may never

get that fresh start,

Use your time

to drop that dime

I want to hear

about all your fear,

Give me that call

We can tear down that wall,

Brick by brick it starts

to tumble

I'm so sorry dear

that I stumbled,

emotionally

I really crumbled,

My heart now aches because

you are gone

what really did I do to you

that was so wrong,

I see the crack in your soul

I see it there

My daughter dear

Let us hurry now

and fix the tear

80/20 Rule?

Dodger mel — Tue, 14 Apr 2009 23:14:08 GMT

I have this 80/20 Rile. That 80% of people in the world are ok, the other 20% are just always screwed up. Also, 80% of life is just showing up.

Well, what do you do when after all this time in your life you realize that you are part of the 20%? It seems that all your good intentions and hard work just always end in some sort of drama. Drama that you don't even start, but that is where it goes.

My son called me a dick yesterday. Because I want him to stay and finish the school year out before he goes back to live with his mother. I'm so hurt by him saying this to me and a boatload of other choice words I don't even know what to write. I'm numb. The verbal attack is just so painful. His mother doesn't understand why I'm so hurt. He's just 15.

I guess there will be more later, if my bi-polar brain can ever process this.....

Sunday Dinner Anyone?

Dodger mel — Mon, 23 Feb 2009 08:24:46 GMT

Yeah, today is Sunday! What that usually means is a great dinner cooked by my mother -in- law at her house. But not today, today it is stuffed manicotti with my wife, made by the two of us. The two of us all alone. No child to be found anywhere.

My wife is a fabulous cook,(think short Italian).I even get to help. She has all the recipes, I do the sous chef thing. I am not allowed to be in charge in her kitchen,fine by me, it is really about spending good time with her. Today I'm the manicotti stuffer. Filling tubes of pasta with a beef and cheese concoction that smells out of this world. I know it will taste the same.

To be continued...

Sunrise Sunset ?

Dodger mel — Tue, 03 Feb 2009 00:35:03 GMT

I was wathching the sunrise last week while driving down the road, it was big bright and orange. Something that happens really quite often in our lives, something we always seem to take for granted.The sun comes up and goes back down. it happens 24/7, 365 days a year. Everyday, no vacation days or sick leave.

Well, this day, this glorious morning, I thought of a time many sunrises ago. A time that was so much easier. A time of life when we as people have a much simplier life. Fourth grade.

It was back in a time of gas crisis and Watergate. I was a bright eyed fourth grader in Mrs. Lombardi's class 1974. Though she wasn't a trained teacher, she was filling in for our first teacher who had left for a undisclosed medical condition(our class said that we drove her to a nervous breakdown). She was probably the best teacher I ever had, Mrs. Lomabrdi. She taught from our books, but more important, she taught life.

Well, during the spring of that year, the government pushed up Daylight Savings Time several weeks. We were now going to school in complete darkness. It was wierd to say the least. Morning recess in the dark. As ten year olds, we thought it was cool.

This wonderful teacher that we had, saw a opportunity to teach, to show us life and the goodness that happens evryday of our lives, The Sunrise. She would take us out form class at just the right time and we would watch the most glorious sunrises ever known to kids. There would be clouds and the sun would rise through them . It, the sun, would welcome us to the new day, with all the wonderful colors. Red, yellow and orange would welcome us each morning. Vivid colors that we had never seen before. What a fabulous time we all shared.

Even to this day, many more moons and sunrises have passed. I have yet to see sunrises like the ones experinced as that young, little fourth grader, wide eyed and ready to learn. Never knowing what we were really being taught. Finding out it was life,Thirty years in the making.

Welcome my friends to the show that never ends!

Dodger mel — Thu, 13 Dec 2007 16:38:24 GMT

Wow my own Newspaper! I get to be Editor- in- Chief. I just hope that I can write well and do the community justice.

Life as I know it will end soon, yep, taking the plunge and getting married...again. What is it about this creature that we call women? The challenge us, help us, scold us and in the end really love us. It amazes me that no matter how goofy or strange things become when you have the "right" one they will always stand next to you.

I must be out of my mind, marrying a short Italian with connections to the Sopranos. I am sure that one day there might be a horsehead in my bed.

I also know where I stand in the pecking order, lets see, The cat, Yogi, is First, then comes her little doll of a niece Anna Bella,her Deceased Father, mother, brothers, Germaine her old boss, one I can't remember and THEN me. I now know how John Ashcroft felt when he lost a election for the senate to a DEAD GUY! so , at least I have that in common with someone. I'm not being disrespectful to her dear father, the man she most adored in her life, I'm just Below in the order, Behind a dead guy.

Yet, I still want to do this , get married thing. I really have it easy, I have been fired from the wedding planning(think blessing in desguise). It IS all about the bride, her dress, shoes and hair. Oh, I almost forgot the most important thing, The Make-up, or more specifically, The MAC make-up. MAC don't leave home without it.

Does anyone EVER say,"Wow, doesn't the groom look great in that rented tux!" Not in my lifetime.What a great haircut he has and those shoes, rented. Did I mention I compete with a dead guy?

Her dear father Al, what a guy. Played golf for years and apparently could never putt. A horrible putter by everyones account. So, what does my bride to be want to give me? Her father's putter! A putter that has more bad karma the last person to board the Titanic. If I used that device of torture, all I could ever think about would be that he NEVER made any putts with it. So much for confidence. Bet my putting would improve, ya right!

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