I really, really need a help yourself, self-help course. I have thought about it long enough and it is now time to help myself to things… other than candy and cookies and giving voice to strange thoughts. I have been the ring leader, in fact, the inspiration of the idea that the Whiteboard House can reinvent itself. Clever of me, wasn’t it? What else could be done to re-purpose an old grade school building full of small desks and smaller cartons of milk? I am no pioneer. I am a starter rather than a finisher, but this time, I am going to hang in there until I have seen this awesome juice plan fizzle out completely.

My mantra:

Ask not what you can do to help yourself. Ask what you can do to self-help everybody else in your life.  It’s called focusing on something you can’t change…other people. Remember…if you are pointing your finger at someone else, there are three more fingers pointing at the people behind you. That’s a lot of people to set straight.  Let us take action, now!!!

The first of several meetings planned to help us see the good in trashing other people. MG is sharing and chairing.

MG: Thank you so much for attending this groundbreaking meeting of the partial minds. We don’t want to give this our all, my friends. That would be a grievous mistake. We have nothing to gain, so please give it all the seriousness it deserves. I’m a blank slate, so I will open the meeting up for discussion. Lav, you look like you might be having a congruent thought. How does that feel?

Lav: It’s such a challenge, MG. How do I decide who to talk crap about first? BTW…it’s not much fun unloading my opinions when the objects of my denigrating remarks spoken in a soft, syrupy, lilting voice, are sitting there looking at me.

MG: Zackly! Who would you like to ask to leave, Lav?

Lav: Huh?

MG: No one word answers, please.

Lav: Do I look stupid, MG? If I asked you to leave, then I would be the only one here. Where is everybody? I am helpless and helping myself is not an option. Why do you think I come to Murdo and hang out with you? If I wanted change in my life, I would stay home.

There is a ringing sound occurring in MG’s ears. That is a hard call to answer, but thankfully, that won’t be necessary. The gang is here.

Carol: If you don’t mind, MG, we would like to start off this groundbreaking meeting of the partial minds with a medley of one appropriate tune. I will start.

My Way

Carol the singer

And now, the end is near
And so you face the final curtain
Next Pres MG, I’ll say it clear
I’ll state your case, of which I’m certain

you’ve been a Queen south of sixteen
You’ve traveled one big deadened highway
But more, much more than this…

Grab the mic, Presho Girl…

Regrets, you’ve had a few

But your mistakes were pretty many.

You did what you wanted to
And we saw it through without a penny.

We had some parties…fit for Queens and we never once wore Mom jeans. (Plus, we funded them all with beans,)

sing it sister, TC

 

You planned our chartered course
And each mis-step along the byway
And more, much more than this
You did it your way…

Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more cheese than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out…yuck

(MG blurts out)

You faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way!!

Oh, sorry…who is next? Aggressive Informant?

I can’t sing. I’m wearing sunglasses.

Jerry and Treason try a duet…

 

You’ve loved, you’ve laughed and cried
You’ve had your fill your share of losing

And now, as tears subside
We find it all so amusing

Hahahaha

Pico and Dm come dancing in. They have to dance the two step because they are both recovering from knee replacement surgery, therefore, out of four feet, only two can dance.

 

And now,…

To think you did all that
And may we say – not in a shy way
Oh no, not you
You stepped on some toes and did it your way…

Lav and MG bring it to a painful end.

For what is a Queen ? What has she got
If not herself, then she has naught.
To say the things she truly feels
And not the words of thoughtless heels
The record shows we took the bows
And did it our way…

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Yes, it was myyy..yua waaaay..