1. running with scissors

Hi, My name is Vinny.

You may or may not know me that's really does not matter. All you really have to know is I look at things in a very different way than most. Some would say Funny, weird or oh my god that guy has a blog. For the latter I apologize. My purpose of this is blog is to share my angle on daily things. Because I been told by many folks that you should write this stuff down. Now that I think about it, I think that person was being sarcastic. Any way here I go.

I am that person who was never really motivated by anything unless you told me NOT to do it. Yes I was the kid running with scissors and the same kid in the ER with a story to tell. I am also the guy who you will find talking to the other person in Walmart with the lisp, lazy eye and body odor. Not that I want to, oh no. These people find me, where ever I go. At first I thought I am a loser magnet. But now I choose to look at it they way my wife does, (usually she's the one in the corner knelling down trying not to laugh and pee at the same time.) These are my people embrace them. I have and since then my life is a little fuller. These people while at first glance may look strange or weird. Usually they are the happiest and most grounded people. Because they are not hung up on fashion, money and sadly hygiene. One day while coming home from Boston on the T, I had a long discussion with one of my minion on the topic of why as he put it "you know ice cream has no bones". And may I add all the time never stopping picking his nose. Or the time I was food shopping and elderly lady with out looking up yelled at me "RICHIE, what are the ingredients in this". It was a jar of pickles. I started to read, "cucumbers, water, salt ", this is when she looks up and says, so the kid in the parking lot getting carts could hear. "YOUR NOT RICHIE". And yes my wife just made a b line for the bathroom.

So if you encounter my people on your daily travels, stop and listen you may have a great story for the people at work or you local watering hole. Oh and I would like to reiterate. "Ice cream has no bones." Ponder that awhile and try not to smile. Well this is my first blog.

Vinny