A purple-ish, Wednesday ponder

Purple Ponder.  That's what I had to go with for my website name.  purpleponder.blogspot.com.  I say "had to" like.. I HAD TO.  It's a free site that someone mentioned.  I'm sure I could get a cooler, more personal website if I paid for it.  And really....  how much would that be anyway?  like 20 bucks a year?  I have no idea.  I really want purpleporch.com.  I feel that Purple Porch is MINE.  Like.. mine mine.  Like....  you know how your big toe is YOURS...  well... purple porch is MINE.

:)

hold on...  I"m going to go to purpleporch.com right now.

Well.. it's taken.. and it's weird.  I don't even know what it is.  purpleporch.net is taken as well.  purpleporch.org is available.. but I don't want that.  Anyway... I'm sure it's just a fleeting thought.  I have dozens of those a day.

So the word 'ponder' came to me this morning... and then reminded me of my blog name.  Well, the blog NAME is.. you know what the blog name is.  The SITE name is purple ponder.. cause some bitch took purple porch.  HAHA.  Just kidding.  I'm sure she's a fine young lady.  So anyway.... Ponder.

I saw four gentelmen this morning on my ride in to work...  3 walking... one sitting on his shut-off motorcylce - all seemingly Pondering.  The 3 that were walking were very slowly walking... not walking for exercise.. just kinda... walking.  And Pondering.  I could totally tell..  even in the 3 seconds that I looked at their face.  Lots on their minds.  Man... life is fucking TOUGH.  It's really really really hard to get through certain things.  I seriously can't even imagine having to go through tough times all by myself.  I have a [couple] handfuls of friends I can call on the telephone this very moment... and they would sincerely listen to me talk.. and cry.. and vent... and do whatever it is that I needed to do.  THAT is pretty fucking awesome.  You know what ...  even if I had ONE of those... that would be great.  You don't need 10... or 5...  One is good.  So if you've got one, sincere, true friend..  You're fucking GOLDEN.  And I'm happy for you.  Cause really......   that's all you  need.

Tons of relationships break up, daily.  Family breaks apart.  True friends?  That shit's like concrete. 

Well.. I just saw on "the internet" that human bones are 65 times stronger than concrete.  So... if that's the case...  true friends are like bones.  Haha.  

A N Y W A Y . . . .

Saw those dudes pondering and felt compelled to take a visit to the Porch.  Coincidentally..  Pearl Jam's Porch is my favorite PJ song.

One of my favorite things of all time is to chill on my mother's porch.  With her of course.  Chill.  Drink..  Ponder.  Let our minds freely flow..  discuss ridiculous and hilarious things.  ["Okay, pretend you're an alien..."]  Seriously... now that I think of it more.. it's actually my all time favorite thing to do.  It doesn't have to be HER porch but.. her porch is pretty spectacular.  She has to be there tho...  no one can ponder quite like this woman.  No one wants their mother to be gone off the Earth.. but I really do not want this woman off the Earth.  EVER.  Yes, she's my mother, but she's also thee single coolest individual I have ever met.

MAN am I really good at getting off track.

So the 3 dudes that were walking.. who knows what they were thinking.  And the other dude... he reminded me of Layne Staley.  [RIP... best vocalist EVER]  His motorbike was parked in a gas station parking lot.  He was sitting on it, sideways...  kinda stroking his beard.  Not a full blown beard.. but a chin beard.  Stroking.....  pondering.    Yeah.

I'm a ponderer.  And a wanderer.

time to proofread.