I’ve had a pretty good run of stuff the last couple of years. While my dad died suddenly, a little over 2 years ago, followed by my brother almost dying two days later (and with him, my sis-in-law and nephew- in- the- oven) most things since then have gone as I have expected them to. Or at least they went as well as I’ve been taught that they’re “supposed” to go for us. Hard work really HAS turned out just rewards. (Although education has definitely helped-  just thought I should say that in case some upcoming senior thinks I mean “quit now- go to work!!” :)

 

We’re supposed to reap what we sow, so Grandma says.

 

I’ve done well at work, in recognition and money; but it was really tiring for a while there. Way too much travel and way too much work at the next destination.

 

I’ve accomplished some goals years ahead of my original plan.       

 

I’ve been dating women who are NOT psychotic, which was NOT always the case BEFORE I joined Xanga. The explanation given by a number of girls is that I seem to “understand” them better than I did 2 ¾ years ago!  I SAY “HAHAHA!” Sure I do!     …

 

However, smarty-pants aside, on Xanga I HAVE been communicating with people I’ve developed a great deal of respect for.

 

When I’m on Xanga, I’ll think of something that someone had written, and I “handled” poorly the first time through, and realize that I have surrounded myself with intelligence and mostly female communication.

 

Two things come to mind … One, I HAVE to be the luckiest guy in the world  OR Two;

 

I’m slingin’ it pretty well, eh? 

 

 

 

YOU know I ain’t slingin’ it!

 

Peace

 

Scott

 

 

There was this guy named Scott

 

Made xanga friends he enjoyed a lot.

 

They helped him through thick

 

And they helped him through thin.

 

He got everything and much more than he sought.

 

 

Spending SO many nights

 

With our hearts on our sleeves

 

And even the odd email

 

Explaining our pet peeves.

 

 

I remember the warmth

 

Of nights spent on a virtual “beach”.

 

And the flip-side of that

 

A good lesson she did teach.

 

 

Some pondering of God

 

With a minister to boot

 

Someone I could relate to

 

Not only football we did root.

 

 

And a virtual family

 

That is second to none.

 

Gave me instant credibility

 

With the xangans who have fun.

 

This poem never ends

 

Just as my thank-you’s never stop.

 

To the ones listed above

 

And the others who bop.  ;)

 

 

We bonded through sorrow,

 

We bonded through pain.

 

We worried and wept

 

Yet never missed the “laughter train”.

 

 

While farewell this is not

 

It is definitely “best wishes”

 

You’re still thought of often

 

So don’t go sleeping with the fishes.

 

 

And tonight right before

 

You “lay you down to sleep”

 

Be thankful for the xangans

 

That are caring and deep.  

 

(‘Cause I sure am grateful! How about you?! ...btw, one last note ... YOU are one of the ones I am thankful for! )

Peace

 

 

  

 

Scott