New Year Thoughts

Confused about what the best things in life are?

Try these -

New Friendships forged
Sharing simple Joys
Gratitude

Still perplexed?

You're thinking too much!

You don't need to click Happy New Year below if you're not/

 Happy New Year!

Shanty for Washington's Crossing (with flava)

(To the tune of Swing Low Sweet Chariot)
We row...row hard..and fast..
Crossing now to kick their ass...
We row... row hard..and fast..
Crossing now to kick their ass.
On Christmas what did the Hessians see..
Crossing now to kick their ass
A keg full of ass whup comin' down stream
Crossing now to kick their ass
We row...row hard..and fast..
Crossing now to kick their ass...
We row... row hard..and fast..
Crossing now to kick their ass.
Arrr!

Tis the Season

'Tis the season to be salty

Tra-la-la-la-la--la-la--la--la---

Every year we do the Crossing

Tra-la-la-la-la--la-la--la--la---

Marbleheaders man yer oars

Tra-la-la--tra-la-la--la---la---la------

Our grog awaits us back ashore

Tra-la-la-la-la---la-la---la---la----

May I Die As Well

Madiba, into legend ascends,  joining the pantheon of heroes and sheroes. Forever immortalized by deed, his power to inspire transcends the grave, culture and place.

The Power of the Dark Dark Side.

She who will not be named,
My poor attempts to hold back my expressions of affection, out of promised discretion, pain me, because I know it needn't be. Sense I cannot make of the this love I feel, no matter how I try. That's the wonder of it. It just is, without the demands of obligation. No reason for being, but of its' own genesis.

I know what's in your mind. For it is in my mind too. Unless a spell of my own delusion deceives me, I feel its' force when we're together. Fear not the power of the Dark Side. It is only the fear of abandoning the inhibitions imprisoning the Goddess within.  Cast them aside!

Wherefore. Join me, on Dark Side, with Equal Exchange dark chocolate.  Very Dark.

Dark but Sweet,
He who will not be named.

Good head is a wonderful thing!

Life is so short. Too often in the rush of our daily hustle and bustle we don't take the time to do things right!

But nothing enhances the experience of your favorite brew more than taking the time to pour it right. Ceremoniously lift the pitcher as you pour, letting the nectar lap uninhibited into overflowing frothy sudsy-nuss.  You''ll be rewarded with a foamy head of hoppy fragrance, wafting up into the nostrils. Don't worry, the foam will dissipate! Ahhh! But why wait? Don't be shy mates, dive in nose deep. Sacrifices must be made! A little suds on the tip of the nose won't be a total loss of dignity.  Get a lip lock on that glass, and lap it up laddy. Slowly now. Take your time, as your tongue glides slowly along the  rim. And, coming up for air , lift your voice in song, "Cape Cod girls ain't got no combs.... Hull away, hull awa-a-ay...! Oops. Sorry, I got carried away!