Good morning gentle readers!  I’m baaaack lol.  Still suffering from the holiday downers but I’m getting by with a little help from my friends! Isnt that what friends are for? (curse you dionne warwick lol).  But our title song is to reflect not only the fact that i was able to finally pay the coinage to have sociallyunattractive.com point here (you can still type jennyspeak.com and you’ll end up here.. lol) but it also brought to  mind the memory of a damn fine man and an even finer children’s show – one i grew up with, yes shiplets, i am that old.  Mr Rogers Neighborhood should be, in my socially unattractive opinion, required watching from birth thru kindygarden. Not just because Mr Rogers was an ordained Presbyterian Minister, but because he taught children the value of love.  Friendship.  So many wonderful things. And now, several years after his return home, his show still plays on PBS.  One last story about Mr Rogers which should really show you how well he was loved and respected.

Mr Rogers lived in Pittsburg and drove a beat up jalopy despite the fact he could have afforded a finer car.  One day in the news, there was a stolen car report.  Just the usual details….  The very next day the car was returned to the owner with a note that said:  We’re sorry, if we had known it was your’s we would not have taken it. The owner was Mr Rogers!  This is a true story,  snopes it if you will.  But think about it – how many people would have their stolen car returned within 24 hours with an apology note?  Thats the  kind of person this socially unattractive jenny wants to be deep down inside.  But i doubt it’ll ever happen lol.  As much as i hate myself – i like the socially unattractive jenny i worked so hard to be! (thank you timmy for that turn of the phrase and for being a such damned slammin hottie lol).  That all being said, if necessary – i’d give you the shirt off my back if you needed it, the last bucks in my wallet if you needed it, i pay the tolls for the cars behind me (and blow outta the toll so they cant catch up lol), its all about playing it forward.  People were there for me when i was down and out – now even though we’re struggling still – i still play it forward in what ways i can.  Karma remembers theses things and blesses those who do.  At a local store i’m asked do i want to donate a dollar for kids of GI’s?  Yes – 2 please boy and girl.  At Rolling Thunder stands i’ll give them my last $5. (May the Lord bless and keep our Vets).  Alex’s Lemonaid Stand gets the highest bill in my wallet (i sneak to the front drop it in and split lol).  I stop at every kids lemonaid stand in the neighbor hood, park at the street and walk up (safety first) and give them a dollar or a 5spot for a cup of juice and tell them thank you, keep the change.

Its not about what you do, its about what motivates you, whats in your heart.  While i generally enjoy practicing random acts of violence and senseless cruelty (c’mon who do you think is wring this blog??? lol)  i enjoy more practicing random acts of kindness and senseless beauty.  Play it forward and never look back.  Karma remembers you and not necessarily the ways you think you want or think you need.  but its in the little things you didnt realize you needed most, like a hug when your hurting, a friend buying you lunch when your broke and hungry, or a friend being there with a shoulder for you to cry on when you feel all alone.  or even realizing that you do have friends you didnt realize you had.  but i’ve come to realize the best way karma shows itself is by being shown love. I  am a very fortunate jenny.

So i went back and re read all i’ve written and decided i’m taking my keyboard out for shotgun practice.  The fact that my fingers dont work well in the cold doesnt help either but ITS THE KEYBOARD, ITS THE KEYBOARD helps lol (thank you gallagher!!!)

but most importantly, it made me cry reading about mr rogers – he was a very big influence in my life.  He taught me so much, even when i thought i was too cool for him.  But later in life, the lessons i learned as a child are still as strong as ever and i miss him more with each passing day and i take comfort that when the Lord calls me home – i’ll get to finally meet him and thank him for a calm happy place in an otherwise very unhappy childhood.  so i would like to leave you with you this:

It’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood,
A beautiful day for a neighbor,
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?

It’s a neighborly day in this beautywood,
A neighborly day for a beauty,
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?

I have always wanted to have a neighbor just like you,
I’ve always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.

So let’s make the most of this beautiful day,
Since we’re together, we might as well say,
Would you be mine?
Could you be mine?
Won’t you be my neighbor?

Won’t you please,
Won’t you please,
Please won’t you be my neighbor?

Spoken: Hi television neighbor, I’m glad we’re together again…

I miss you mr rogers….

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