A-Z Tag , All about mwa

I've been tagged by Becky
(Bless her heart, she had faith in me)

Accent: Long Island, NY ish or so they say.

Booze of choice: Dewers Scotch. I've just developed a taste for it. Had it on the rocks at a Xmas party and the taste reminded me of something. Finally remembered; my mom used to dab it on my teeth when I was a little teething Poly.

Chore I hate: Raking leaves.

Dog or cat: Dog.

Essential electronics: Car radio/CD, House radio/CD, Ipod, Computer!!!!

Favorite cologne: Just a light after shave cream from the Dead Sea, or whatever hasn't gone bad in my cabinet from disuse when I go out. Something manly smelling.

Gold or silver: Silver.

Hometown: East Islip, LI, NY: Have lived all over NY State. Once- 11 places in 10 years.

Insomnia?: From time to time. Had it bad when I was running my own Co. A few yrs back.

Job Title: Present- Branch Manager for irrigation and landscape lighting store.
I was a busy night club & party DJ for 20 years while working in electronic parts sales during the day. Ran my own Electronic Parts Company for 8 years, then closed it after 9/11 with $400,000 in the red & paying it off.

Kids: Girl 12, boy 7. Maybe a few more scattered about NY from earlier carnal encounters.

Living arrangement: Own own house with 1/2 acre property butted by woods.
LI sound, 2 blocks away.

Most admired trait(s): My sense of humor, green eyes, nice hair, Gemini personality.
Like people.

Number of sexual partners: Only my wife for 20 years. Many, in between marriages.

Overnight hospital stays: none.

Phobia: Unruly crowds. Fear of being unwanted.

Quote: "Your never alone with a Gemini", and
"when you think you have them eating out of your hand- count your fingers".

Religion: Grew up unbaptized, father Italian catholic who lost his religion during WWII, mother German/Russian Jew made up her own religion as she went along.
I studied Catholicism, Jehovah witness, Hare christna, but got baptized a Methodist so Mrs P & I could get married in a church. (My first was in a park under a big tree).
I believe in the light that is the spark of life, and nature holds the key to the creator.

Siblings: 1 older and 1 younger sister.

Time I wake up: 5:00AM

Unusual talent/skill: They say I write well. Have McGiver type creative survival skills,
and I am good with my tongue.

Vegetable I refuse to eat: Brussel Sprouts.

Worst habit: I am a nail biter, even though lately I prefer tearing up my cuticles.

X-Rays: When a boy- every other month. Had scrapes, sprains, tears, broken bones, concussions.

Yummy foods I make: Spanish Orrios Compio, any egg dish. A spicy sauce.

Zodiac sign: Do you need to ask? Gemini to the "T".


Now I'm suppose to tag some people:

icecoldcoke
Morbid misanthrope, oh yeah-
starbender

Oh, I don't know.

What can I say?

been too heavy lately.

Got to chill...

These are funny.

I miss you all...

later.

Was going to do a
Mrs Poly thing for this
pic,
but don't think

she'd find it
humorous.

It's All Too Heavy!

Sometimes, life is
a state
of utter confusion.

I look around
and all I see is chaos
and total disarray.

How do you make order out of chaos?


There is order in nature,
but not in mans nature.




We draw lines on maps
separating countries- states- towns
and our own property
hoping that
our imaginary borders will keep
the undesirables out-
then we discover-
we are the undesirables.




We elect officials to govern us
that can't even get
their own houses in order.

Those that get caught cheating get pardoned.

others keep on lining their pockets at our expense.

Our factories spew tons of pollution out

into the air & water

and bury their timebombs

in our hallowed ground

and then, when cornered,

flee to relocate in some third world country

leaving us

to foot the bill.

Then our cities are destroyed

and we declare war on the wrong enemy

and turn friends to foes

and turn our children

into indiscriminate

killers of everything

that's not sanctioned
by the church,

and our senior citizens

gobble their medications

and pray for solace,

but instead

get mugged

at their Gods altar.

We are so busy ,

busy being busy.
Days turn to weeks;

weeks to months

months to years and

I never thought I

would have lived

this long,

and I... sometimes feel like

I can't continue.

Sometimes, Mrs. Poly sleep walks.

PM'S Guide to Midlife Crisis Management

1) Buy Corvette.

2) Justify purchase of Corvette to wife.

3) Dump wife.

4) Sell house.

5) Leave crappy career that took lifetime to build.

6) Take entry level no-brainer job in large retail store
surrounded by naive hot chicks half my age.

7) Rent garden apartment bachelor pad and furnish with contemporary designer furniture.

8) Flaunt newly discovered free-spirited lifestyle in faces of old married pussy-whipped friends.

9) Dump old friends.

10) Drop subscriptions to This Old House and
National Geographic in favor of Playboy, Penthouse and Hustler magazines.

11) Befriend guy at video store in order to be put on preferred customer XXX movie list.

12) Cancel Sears and Home Depot accounts in favor of charge account at Today's Man clothes store.

13) Dye hair.

14) Upgrade boat from Kingfisher to super sleek twin engine cigarette speedboat.

15) Scout bars for most exciting happy hours with 3:1 girl/guy ratio.

16) Require the kids to call me by first name in public.

17) Start watching American Idol in order to converse with younger women.

18) Find out who Ashley Simpson and Kelly Clarkson are.

19) Change blog name to Sex Starved Stallion and post nothing but erotica.

20) Get the addresses of all you hot sexy cyber-girlfriends and personally deliver a big Polyhug to each and everyone of you.

A day at the office. (1995)

I would rather be
a big fish
in a small pond;
dog fish, dogfood,
dog eat dog.

My eyes tear when I sleep.
When I sleep I dream
the dreams of man;
Fucked up dreams-
fucked up life.


I want things I cannot have.
I dream of them with wet eyes
and wake up tired
of everything
except you.

My head is on fire,
my heart is cold.
with the pain
of my own affliction.
I'll die
naked someday

Right now,
I live for profit at
any cost,
I lie through my teeth;
I may be lying
now.
I am too flustered
to know the difference.

I'll sell anything
for money.
and I long
desperately for things
to make me happy;
You make me happy-
I can not buy you.

I sit all day
and watch the clock
tic and tock.
I grow older
and more resentful
with each
passing
day.

The boss sits
in the back of the room,
watching and despising
all around her;
and the company
she founded
on a shoestring budget
eats at her humanity.
She wishes it would
all go away.

and I know
I must now
push on
and leave
that tangled mass
of twisted rafters
and burning bridges
behind.

Children Of The Poly

Meet the little Poly's;
The girl and the boy.

She was the firstborn.
I witnessed the whole ordeal.
It started at 4:00 am one sunny spring day.
We rose to the thumping inside Mrs Poly.
It was ready to come out...
12 long agonizing hours later it did;
"Congratulations" said Doctor Lefty, "It's a girl."
Born out of screams, curses, threats and tears,
amid a torrent of liquid brown goo and red bloody sludge, she appeared.
Baby girl Poly; and she was so small and beautiful,
I cried releif for the hell Mrs Poly went through and for the joy of the little slimy wet howling thing that I held squirming in my hands that was my daughter and I cut the cord.

He was born 4 years later. First he tried kicking his way out.
When that didn't work he tried punching, head butts, twisting turning, thumping, jumping-
nothing worked.
Mrs Poly looked as if someone had thrown her from a moving bus
and she screamed for the promised drugs that never came.
I tried to hide in the corner. This time I didn't even suggest doing Lamaze that didn't fucking work the first time when in her torment, I calmly suggested to Mrs, as she was climbing the fucking wall, that now would be a good time for me to help with her breathing, and she turned in a flash and scorched my eyebrows in a firestorm of curses as she contorted in misery.
So Lamaze was out this time also. Then it happened so fast;
There was one last screech from Mrs and out he popped, almost skipping out of the doctors hands as he proclaimed, "A boy!"
"A son!" I cried, as he was thrown in my hands, dripping with baby juices. and he smiled up at me and I beamed down at him; the Poly genes would survive.