Stories Can Come To Life

 

I wanted to tell you a tale today about one of my many adventures across the globe from years gone by.

How I sailed the  

Seven Seas 

during the 1990s in my
Gemini Legacy Catamaran. 

At a time when modern
Pirates
out gun the
Maritime Sailor. 

How in the 1980s I fought off

Pygmy Headhunters

on the
Isles Of The Comoros. 

Found a never discovered  

Fourteenth Mayan Crystal Skull

in the mountain hills north of the
City Of Lamboglia

Puerto Rico

in 2002.

Danced with

Princess Stephanie, 

Countess Of Polignac, 

while we waited for
Y2K
to begin.

How I backed up the

Magic Man,

Don Majkowski
in 1989,

for the
Green Bay Packers.

Play on the same stage as

Jimmy Hendricks & Cheap Trick.

Well,

that is a true story because I played at the same club in

Milwaukee, Wisconsin

as they did called

The Stone Toad.

Just not at the same time.

But I can't possibly tell you which exciting new adventure I'm about to embark on today because that would ruin all future tales I've yet to write.

I can tell you one thing.

Characters

in tales do come to life

and are as real as your imagination lets them become.

And as long as my

Imaginary Friend Jason

  keeps challenging me to arm wrestling matches,

I believe he is alive

and kicking.

Just like always!

This is

Jason Is Really Real

And I Just Beat Him At Arm Wrestling,

TwoBuckHowie

And

"Come on, Rory! It isn't rocket science, it's just quantum physics!"
- Steven Moffat -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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The Rock Star Syndrome

In a

Post

I wrote in 2016

called

I'm Back,

I talked about my

"Glory Days"

of playing in

Rock Bands

with some of my friends from years gone by.

I talked about when I was visiting my family in

Wisconsin

and was invited by

The Professor

from

Bowie State University in Maryland,

to participate in an impromptu jam session

but was unable to go.

This got me to thinking about how it felt to be on stage in front of a crowd.

Which I call

The Rock Star Syndrome.

I thought about the last time I felt like a

Rock Star.

During the 1990's I owned season tickets to the

San Diego Chargers

football team.

On one occasion I took my wife to a game.

Before the game started,

out in the parking lot

and inside the concourse,

The Marine Corps

 from

Camp Pendleton 

were outside the stadium demonstrating equipment

and showing off some of their larger vehicles of war.

Just inside the entrance to the stadium,

in the common area,

there stood a

Tank.

It was guarded by five or six

Marines

and they recognized me from working at

Camp Pendleton.

They started yelling,

"Hey, there's Jim. Hi Jim!"

They all waved

and yelled

and I waved back to them.

With the biggest smile on my face.

All around the area people were staring at me wondering who I was.

Was I a celebrity,

a person of prominence,

or maybe a

Rock Star?

It was crowded too!

People stared at me

and talked about me all the while I was walking to my seat.

It was the last time that I felt like a

Rock Star!

My wife loved it too!

Thank you

Marines.

This is,

I Wouldn't Tell You This Story If It Wasn't True,

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

"Having rock-star problems may be the closest I ever get to being an actual rock star." - Cassandra Clare, -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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Happy Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day to all the Moms in the world.

I will write again tomorrow.

Try These

I have to get ready to go to the dentist.

So,

try these for your reading pleasure today.

*****

The Hauenstein Philosophy

• And The Pursuit Of Happiness
• Anger
• Back In The Dark Ages
• Be Important
• Choices
• I'm Going To Start A Religion All My Own, And You're Invited To Join!
• I Have A Theory
• It Takes Up All Your Precious Time!
• Motivate Yourself
• My Grandfather
• One Small Step For Man, And A Giant Leap For Mankind
• One Step Further
• Only The Beginning Of Existence
• The Grey Time Travel
• The Kind Of Stuff I Think About
• This Is A Little Tidbit
• This Is It!
• What Can I Say
• Why The Tardis Is The Perfect Spacetime Machine

 

This is

A Good Cleaning Never Hurt Anyone

TwoBuckHowie

 

And

 

“You mean people pay you to do this to them? I thought you had captured these people and brought them here against their will! How do I become a dentist?”
- Michael Buckley -

 

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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A Moment Of Love

 From
September 9th 2016
my
Post
called
I Can Bare The Bitter Cold When We Are Together

*****

I didn't really know why at the time, but I loved that moment when I felt warm while holding her. What I mean is, back in the day, when the temperature outside was freezing cold and I had the thermostat in our house turned down because last month's heating bill skyrocketed to the point to where we couldn't pay it. There was a chill throughout our bodies, that we couldn't escape. But I saw salvation. It was time to go to sleep, and now I could cuddle up inside the three blankets which covered our bed. Ah! It felt so good. Then my Loving Wife hops in next to me. The person who has been wearing a parka, mittens, and snow boots all day inside our home while holding onto a hot cup of cocoa.

After taking off only here coat, gloves, socks, and boots, she purposely raps her bitter cold toes around mine. Again bringing that chill Up & Down, throughout my body. Still, I pull her close. Even after her frosty hands hug me in places I think will never be warm again. But like the Winter Season itself, it will all soon end with the Sunshine from the Spring which brings back the warmth, into her, my Sweetheart's Body and into mine. It's the Springtime Warmth of holding one another closely. Under a pile of blankets. With my mouth slightly opened, a warm breath is tossed her way, to the top of her hair, as I watch her sleep. I can see in my breath, a faint mist rise above us, as I begin to dose off myself. Then finally, after fighting the bitter cold for so long together, we are both warm again inside our Souls, our Hearts, and our Bodies. It is Love. Just by holding one another. Then, out of nowhere,all happiness is shattered, when that dreaded sound goes off, and it is ringing in my ears! It's the Alarm Clock! Telling me it is time to get ready for work. I'll have to leave her alone now, to hop in a frigid shower. Once again, I am cold.

This is,

Remembering A Moment Of Love With My Wife

Jim Hauenstein,

And

 

I Still Love Her

“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.” - Edith Sitwell -

 

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