Silent Movie

I'm in a Movie...lots of Movies...a new one everyday...they are all SILENT!
It has been suggested by one former friend (you know who you are!) that I could be this guy?

Each day is like another Silent Movie....some are Classics....some are frustratingly routine or even bad. Nonetheless, I must prod on each day. There are times when I long to speak out and call b. s. on people that need it. So, instead, I just scream in my mind. I wonder what that is doing for my mind's vocal chords? Hmmm? I continue to encounter people that cannot understand my signs or signals. When they do finally get them, you can almost see them want to hit themselves in the head for not getting it. I am so over people saying "Bet your wife just loves it"...NO she doesn't. How would you like to talk to someone that cannot answer you? Please!!!

Viva Cindy Jean

Viva Charlie Chaplin

Peace Upon You

Sure signs its...

Aptly named...the bacon and bread thingys! Thanks Jessica!

Land Shark and Lime, JB we do you proud my Brother!

Gotta have some towels on stand by!

Got my Serious, I'm in the Pool look On

The Professor provides Mental Health !

Never, I repeat never start the summer without Steak and Baked Potato, Period!

Sure Signs its Summer...do I need to draw you a picture...oops there is a couple or six there for you to decipher the whole thing...if you need help with this...I am sorry...you are on your own.

Viva Ducky

Viva Cindy Jean aka Doubting Cindy (Stock plummeted today, ouch)

Viva The Professor

Please call in advance for reservations

Peace Upon You

Mixed Signals...

I am perfectly sure that when I am giving hand signals (during this ordeal) that everyone will understand what I mean. NOT! Many of these signals are meant in the context of the conversation that is going on (which unfortunately I am unable to participate), nonetheless, certainly people will understand what they mean. NOT!

I do have one universal signal that everyone gets, but, that's too easy.

BTW, funny phenomena from all this is that when I try to do a hand sign or signal, people will either sign or signal me back or even whisper. PEOPLE, I can hear, I just can't speak!

Aside #1 - There is a lot left unspoken these days with El Gato Grande!

Viva Cindy Jean
Peace Upon You

Silence is Golden....

Who the F came up with that saying...poet Thomas Carlyle, who translated the phrase from German in Sartor Resartus, 1831...well he is an asshole.

Well, I knew some of my regulars would be checking here to see how my progress with vocal chord polyups continues into Day 2. I have inadvertently spoken a couple of times (when people asked me questions) but, I am having to show much restraint as people are taking pot shots at me. All in jest, though. Kicking a man when he is down! Shame on them!

I purchased a dry erase board so that I can communicate with my wonderful wife. Not sure how it will work in the bedroom however. LOL She will kill me for that!

Once must adapt to survive. I don't want this to go on any longer than it needs to, talking will only delay the healing process. I want this done away with ASAP. I have gotten a bunch of strange looks when people realize I can't talk. It's a crazy world.

Viva My Cindy Jean
Viva Dr. Omoro
Peace Upon You

Happy Birthday Francis Burt Clements

Sandy's Man

Kyle's Dad

Built his own Insurance business from scratch!

King of Louisiana

Does everything First Class

World Traveler

Believes in living life large

Wine Connoisser

Gourmand

Central High Grad

Southeastern Grad

Past President of the SLU Alumni Association

E Phi Delt

"Frankie"

Member of the Magnificent Seven

Great Brother

Great Friend

Best Man

Viva Francis

Viva Sandy

Viva Kyle

Peace Upon You

Doctor Bobby....The cure for all that ales you!

Few even know of his existence...heck his wife even claims not to know him. But, silently (this is a very loose interpretation) he goes about his work...his magic if you will...to get his fellow man feeling well. No, he is not about the "laying on of the hands". He is not scientific, yet he is. Think about that for a while. He is about using wisdom (insert joke here), philosophy, and mumbo jumbo to develop his some times ingenius (insert another joke here) perscriptions for one's recovery. Frequent Rx's of dark beer, light beer, ales, and wine are his cure all exilir of choice.

Dr. Bobby operates from the patio at Taylor and 15th street where he preaches from his bully pulpit, to all that will listen, and yet, few do. Nonetheless he plods on like an ole field mule. He will never give up his gift of healing. God Bless Him!

In this his 15th year as a Kenny Leithman Award winning Track Coach. I salute Doctor Bobby!

Shear Genius.

Viva B. T. Express

Viva Annette

Viva David

Peace Upon You.