My very good friend, Nerisse
passed away today.
I played this song, in her memory.
One Friend
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Music by Dan Seals
Voice and all instruments by Ty Martell
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We pray for your soul, my dear friend.
Rest in the arms of our Lord.
You will be missed.
A very close friend of mine in the Philippines
is in critical condition at this very moment.
Thoughts and prayers are the only things I can offer.
As I sit here, staring at this screen,
I really do not know what to think, or what to do.
I really don’t know.
“Helpless” would be the right word for it.
It’s not about me being very helpless,
it’s about me, not being able to help.
It’s the price you pay,
when your loved ones are far away.
Actually,
I think it’s more of,
It’s the price you pay,
when you decided to be far away.
You know one thing about moving,
is that you get to re-discover stuff that you have probably forgotten.
You look at it again in awe, and recall memories associated with that particular item.
May it be an old piece of clothing,
an old furniture,
or an old toy,
or some ancient house decorations you bought in a yard sale long ago.
For me,
it’s pictures.
I found a whole bunch of old pictures.
For now.
Except, I want to change that picture.
Let me know what you think.
Thanks!
Ty
Don’t mind me.
I am just trying out new designs for this thing.
Carry on.
Nothing to see here.
Well, not yet.
(This one is nice, but it hurts my eyes.)
-Let’s go back to this one for now,
until I find one that I ‘really’ like.
Each and every one of us,
would like to give our children the same opportunities we had when we were kids.
If not better.
That also go with our parents’ teachings and life’s lessons.
So what lesson can I give my son,
that is better than what I learned from my folks?
Well, for one,
I was taught to always wash my hands
after I use the bathroom.
So today,
I teach my son,
Not to pee on his fingers.
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Man!
I reek with Geniusness!
Happy Father’s Day!
I guess that’s it.
We’re all moved to a new house.
I have moved so many times in my life,
I really don’t care anymore.
But this time,
I have learned two important things.
First.
If I move again,
Someone’s going to have to shoot me.
Second,
If I move again,
I am going to have to shoot me.
I know, I know.
I say that all the time.
Okay, maybe when I say “shoot,”
I meant kick me in the “nards.”
Dear Lord,
May the whole universe,
the stars and the planets,
including the time and space continuum,
Be aligned in my favour
so that …
To all those who fought against Tyranny,
For all those who suffered under Oppression,
And to all who sacrificed their lives for our Betterment…
Thank you.
Amazing Grace
Earlier this month, I got caught speeding down i-95.
My very first moving violation.
No!
My very first violation ever!
I have never had any ticket for anything.
Not even for parking.
Until now.
Oh well.
I guess it was going to happen sooner or later.
I was really hoping for later.
Now I am officially in their records.
So, in conclusion.
I would like to thank the Pick-up truck in front of me,
for blocking my view that’s why I didn’t get to see the Highway Patrol.
And to the SUV on my right side,
who wouldn’t give way so I can get back in the slower lane.
And thank you to the Police officer who had to choose from us three.
He chose the one in the sports car.
He can’t go wrong with that.
Good call, Sir.
Good call.