Here is a incomplete listing of some of the chapters/subjects covered in my upcoming book. Any questions, you know what to do. kG (I wanted to call it 'Tittle Tales' but did not want to piss everybody off. Kind of like Tattle tales, so Title Tales will have to do.)
- Hello
- In the Beginning
- Here Comes Nancy
- Meet the Heathens
- The Poor Side of White Trash
- The Fireworks Begin
- Revisiting the Fireworks
- Birthday Parties & Birthday Beatings
- English as Another Language
- Confessions in Storytelling
- Making the Grade
- Crossing the River
- Oral Fixations
- Forever a Life Scout
- Heathens & the Good Life
- Pre-Pubic, rather Public Performances
- Public Puberty
- Living the Good Life through Hell
- The Gay, Old Life
- Politics 101
- Reflections of You & Me
- My Reign as President
- The Balls of Higher Education
- The Bowls of Higher Education
- Advanced Politics
- Dress Rehearsal
- The Main Event
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Sunday, January 9, 2011
Thursday, December 16, 2010
ABSENCE MAKES THE HEART...GO PITTER PATTER
Whew! It's been a roller coaster around here these past few months. The best made plans have fell by the wayside and I am regrouping for a terrific 2011. What about all of you?
Not to lay out a buinch of bbbuuulllssshhhiiittt on any of you but life hasn't been taking a break and neither of you. The wife will be having additional surgery after the fist of the year. As for me, I'm kicking...
Anyways, I'll be back after the first of the year. We can talk more about everything then. In the meantime, have a blessed holiday and keep everything in perspective.
kennyGene
Not to lay out a buinch of bbbuuulllssshhhiiittt on any of you but life hasn't been taking a break and neither of you. The wife will be having additional surgery after the fist of the year. As for me, I'm kicking...
Anyways, I'll be back after the first of the year. We can talk more about everything then. In the meantime, have a blessed holiday and keep everything in perspective.
kennyGene
Saturday, May 8, 2010
A GULLIBLE OLD FOOL, I AM
Hello friends!
An update is in order. As several of you may know, I had the opportunity to audition for AGT a few weeks ago. I originally planned to travel to Dallas for a live audition; however Janet, my wife of almost 34 years needs my attention more. The producers offered as an option to send a video; therefore I embraced the opportunity and did so. I was advised that if I was not selected that I would not hear back. As it is, I have been asked back for a second audition.
However, I am NOT, repeat, NOT going through with it. Yes, I want it but I do not need it. I do not feel that this is where I am needed most. Let me try and explain.
She will be going into the hospital in a few days for what will hopefully be her last heart procedural surgery. The goal is to resolve her A FIB issues. In simple terms, short-circuit the heart to make it operate normally.
You ask how this affects my audition and everything else. Where do I begin? For starters, as some of you are aware that I have not been able to work since last November. I have been declared medically disabled and will receive my first disability benefit June 1st. The only good thing about that is I will have a steady stream of income, albeit substantially less that what I was making. Regardless, it is better that a poke in the eye on Saturday night at the races.
For those of you brave or foolhardy (I’ll let you decide which in the better description) souls that have embraced my desire to be a funnyman by joining my fan club: THANK YOU! And for those of you who are anxiously awaiting my initial published work; fear not, it will arrive in the fall.
Enough of the self-indulgency. Permit me to share my epiphany. When I left the traditional working world, I was at a loss. What would I do with all of my time? More importantly, what could I do? Janet was concerned that I was becoming totally depressed. To make a long story as short as possible, I need to find a life, a new life that would of value to you and me and the other dog named Boo.
Sorting through all of my likes and dislikes, I thought I had come up with some great ideas that would carry me along through the next ride in my life. Checking a few of them out left me empty feeling. Others simply became a bore to even think about. In the end, I thought maybe some day, some how, it would just fall in my lap and everything would be fine! HA! That’s a piece of crap if I ever heard it.
Per chance, a few months ago a gentleman came back into my life. I served as his new-hire mentor for a short time at one of my previous jobs. He is a recovering drug addict and ex-convict…i.e. drugs and traffic violations primarily. I was unaware of this but I thought the guy was still a pretty decent person. Janet always tells me that I’m for the underdog almost to the point of the loser.
He asked me to serve as his mentor once again. Only this time, he was admitting himself back into rehab and was wanting to try and put his life back together again. As one whose only real addiction problems are food, pathetic humor and things not worth blathering about here, I was dumbfounded but yet humbled that this man thought I could help him.
As time has gone on, I have learned a great deal about addiction, recovery and this man’s problems. These are a result of two outstanding scenarios in his life: 1.) Self-induced – no need to expound about that here. The description says it all. Then, there’s number two, the underlying issue: Society had failed this man in several ways. Primarily, as a troubled child who was emotionally and physically abused by his parents, he was placed in ‘special education’ by his suburban school district because he lacked half a credit to finish his seventh grade year. His school district did NOT offer summer school so they made him repeat the entire year the follow school year. When school started, they placed him in a special education class.
He stayed there for the time he was in school as SRS took him out of his home and from there, life spiraled down hill faster than any skier I’ve ever seen on the Olympics. I’m not making excuses for him and neither is he. He is the first to tell you of his drama with drugs and his experience with being ‘behind the wall’ for several years.
As a parent of a truly ‘special needs’ adult child, I became more intrigued with all of this and how I could help. Years ago, another gentleman befriended me and damn near cost Janet and me our marriage. We were planning to separate on a Father’s Day one morning and I woke up that dreaded morning to the sound of me deceased father’s voice. He kept saying over and over ‘trust the Lord your God, Kenny.’ With that, I decided not to leave the home and wife who dearly loved me.
We are still together and stronger than ever. We still have issues from time to time. What couple doesn’t? Anyway…getting back to the rest of this story. I am looking at options to empower people like this man. Having a strong, working knowledge of the laws of the disabled and have many contacts throughout, I have decided that maybe, just maybe, this is where my comedy and writing can the most good. I talked to high-ranking state official who is well respected in the developmentally delayed field. I’ve said that if there is this man, there has to be many, many more. She assured me there are.
I am looking at developing a program where I could become involved with those that have developmental issues and are imprisoned. I am trying to determine what my skill set and talent pool can do to help these people. I am NOT looking through rose-tinted glasses thinking I can save the world. I can though help one person at a time, lead a better life. Maybe that’s why I need to ‘trust the Lord, my God.’ Maybe this is what my Dad was trying to tell me.
I don’t pretend to be the Erin Brockovich of the DD crowd; but I am determined to find good in these people and make use of the gifts God has given me for their benefit. I have been blessed with a multiple of abilities and feel this is where my efforts should go.
Janet thinks I’m a gullible fool. Maybe I am, but I learned from my Grandma Seeber that everyone deserves a chance…and she never counted how many chances that were to include. She has unconditional love to so many people and saw something good in everyone. She was blessed with having hundreds of people call her Grandma. (I’d be a funny looking Grandma; just think of me as my family does, a cranky-ass, arrogant old man.)
As for my comedy and writing, it’s found its home with these people. More about that another time. I just wanted to let everyone know how much I appreciate and value your friendships. I never realized just how much they all met to me until now. Thank you Mary for teaching me that ‘it isn’t just about me’. Thank you Nancy for sharing your story that rings somewhat like I describe here. Thank you Butch for your advice on how to keep my stick on the ice. Thank you Kathy for your constant ear and prayers. And thanks to you most of all to Janet for your love of me. Not forgetting my son Alex, thank you for being my son and helping me regain my patience and support. You’re one helluva’ young man and I wouldn’t trade you for the world.
Good night all!
kennyGene
A Wannabe comic
An update is in order. As several of you may know, I had the opportunity to audition for AGT a few weeks ago. I originally planned to travel to Dallas for a live audition; however Janet, my wife of almost 34 years needs my attention more. The producers offered as an option to send a video; therefore I embraced the opportunity and did so. I was advised that if I was not selected that I would not hear back. As it is, I have been asked back for a second audition.
However, I am NOT, repeat, NOT going through with it. Yes, I want it but I do not need it. I do not feel that this is where I am needed most. Let me try and explain.
She will be going into the hospital in a few days for what will hopefully be her last heart procedural surgery. The goal is to resolve her A FIB issues. In simple terms, short-circuit the heart to make it operate normally.
You ask how this affects my audition and everything else. Where do I begin? For starters, as some of you are aware that I have not been able to work since last November. I have been declared medically disabled and will receive my first disability benefit June 1st. The only good thing about that is I will have a steady stream of income, albeit substantially less that what I was making. Regardless, it is better that a poke in the eye on Saturday night at the races.
For those of you brave or foolhardy (I’ll let you decide which in the better description) souls that have embraced my desire to be a funnyman by joining my fan club: THANK YOU! And for those of you who are anxiously awaiting my initial published work; fear not, it will arrive in the fall.
Enough of the self-indulgency. Permit me to share my epiphany. When I left the traditional working world, I was at a loss. What would I do with all of my time? More importantly, what could I do? Janet was concerned that I was becoming totally depressed. To make a long story as short as possible, I need to find a life, a new life that would of value to you and me and the other dog named Boo.
Sorting through all of my likes and dislikes, I thought I had come up with some great ideas that would carry me along through the next ride in my life. Checking a few of them out left me empty feeling. Others simply became a bore to even think about. In the end, I thought maybe some day, some how, it would just fall in my lap and everything would be fine! HA! That’s a piece of crap if I ever heard it.
Per chance, a few months ago a gentleman came back into my life. I served as his new-hire mentor for a short time at one of my previous jobs. He is a recovering drug addict and ex-convict…i.e. drugs and traffic violations primarily. I was unaware of this but I thought the guy was still a pretty decent person. Janet always tells me that I’m for the underdog almost to the point of the loser.
He asked me to serve as his mentor once again. Only this time, he was admitting himself back into rehab and was wanting to try and put his life back together again. As one whose only real addiction problems are food, pathetic humor and things not worth blathering about here, I was dumbfounded but yet humbled that this man thought I could help him.
As time has gone on, I have learned a great deal about addiction, recovery and this man’s problems. These are a result of two outstanding scenarios in his life: 1.) Self-induced – no need to expound about that here. The description says it all. Then, there’s number two, the underlying issue: Society had failed this man in several ways. Primarily, as a troubled child who was emotionally and physically abused by his parents, he was placed in ‘special education’ by his suburban school district because he lacked half a credit to finish his seventh grade year. His school district did NOT offer summer school so they made him repeat the entire year the follow school year. When school started, they placed him in a special education class.
He stayed there for the time he was in school as SRS took him out of his home and from there, life spiraled down hill faster than any skier I’ve ever seen on the Olympics. I’m not making excuses for him and neither is he. He is the first to tell you of his drama with drugs and his experience with being ‘behind the wall’ for several years.
As a parent of a truly ‘special needs’ adult child, I became more intrigued with all of this and how I could help. Years ago, another gentleman befriended me and damn near cost Janet and me our marriage. We were planning to separate on a Father’s Day one morning and I woke up that dreaded morning to the sound of me deceased father’s voice. He kept saying over and over ‘trust the Lord your God, Kenny.’ With that, I decided not to leave the home and wife who dearly loved me.
We are still together and stronger than ever. We still have issues from time to time. What couple doesn’t? Anyway…getting back to the rest of this story. I am looking at options to empower people like this man. Having a strong, working knowledge of the laws of the disabled and have many contacts throughout, I have decided that maybe, just maybe, this is where my comedy and writing can the most good. I talked to high-ranking state official who is well respected in the developmentally delayed field. I’ve said that if there is this man, there has to be many, many more. She assured me there are.
I am looking at developing a program where I could become involved with those that have developmental issues and are imprisoned. I am trying to determine what my skill set and talent pool can do to help these people. I am NOT looking through rose-tinted glasses thinking I can save the world. I can though help one person at a time, lead a better life. Maybe that’s why I need to ‘trust the Lord, my God.’ Maybe this is what my Dad was trying to tell me.
I don’t pretend to be the Erin Brockovich of the DD crowd; but I am determined to find good in these people and make use of the gifts God has given me for their benefit. I have been blessed with a multiple of abilities and feel this is where my efforts should go.
Janet thinks I’m a gullible fool. Maybe I am, but I learned from my Grandma Seeber that everyone deserves a chance…and she never counted how many chances that were to include. She has unconditional love to so many people and saw something good in everyone. She was blessed with having hundreds of people call her Grandma. (I’d be a funny looking Grandma; just think of me as my family does, a cranky-ass, arrogant old man.)
As for my comedy and writing, it’s found its home with these people. More about that another time. I just wanted to let everyone know how much I appreciate and value your friendships. I never realized just how much they all met to me until now. Thank you Mary for teaching me that ‘it isn’t just about me’. Thank you Nancy for sharing your story that rings somewhat like I describe here. Thank you Butch for your advice on how to keep my stick on the ice. Thank you Kathy for your constant ear and prayers. And thanks to you most of all to Janet for your love of me. Not forgetting my son Alex, thank you for being my son and helping me regain my patience and support. You’re one helluva’ young man and I wouldn’t trade you for the world.
Good night all!
kennyGene
A Wannabe comic
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