Tuesday, 1 December 2015

A thought from Gabe

hey gang, gabe here... well zoey, my little chickadee, has been asking me if i have a thought or 2 for our blog... i say "oh yeah babe i do" ...it has been a hard week for me. well christmas around the corner makes my head spin a little if you can dig what i'm saying....My chick is a lot younger then me and sometimes people treat me like i'm some kind of crazy dude for wanting to be with  my  young chick. The fact of the matter is, hey dudes no one could love anyone like i love my zoey man ..it is like totally out of this world. we have so much in common and she is like so cool to be with and i will love her always. The world stares at us kinda strange but we are weird birds anyway... i would rather be a weird rare bird then be just another bird , you dig?  so for you strange couples my advice is to laugh, live, and love. we are only traveling through once man so enjoy and be yourself. 

Tuesday, 24 November 2015

Hippie Holidays from "Jessica" and "Chris"

Hippie Holidays flower children!
And how are you beautiful people? Cool? Groovy? Hip?

Well I have to tell you cats about one of the funniest things that ever happened to me and Gabe. We got our Christmas tree up the other day... just a little second-hand number that we picked up in a garage sale... and we were jazzing it up with some little handmade stuff and some pretty lights.

So Gabe comes home from work last week righteously hyped over these handpainted ornaments he found. You know, we always try to go for handmade/recycled/locally sourced stuff and all that. So Gabe, no foolin', bounces in through the door all hyped over these handpainted decorations. And man, they were pretty groovy. I was rapping to Gabe about how pretty they were, until I noticed something written on the back. "Uh, babe? Who's "Jessica"?"

My man stops, looks at me, looks at the ornament, and then holds up the one he has in his hand. His has "Chris" written on the back. Turns out my man must have been spaced or something 'cause the dude grabbed personalized balls without even seeing the names on 'em...

Well, we musta laughed for about fifteen, nonstop. Gabe laughed so hard he actually cried, and sat there with tears rolling down his face, and he keeps repeating, "Dude, I saw "Chris" but read it so fast I thought it said Christmas!"
And I just laid on the floor laughing until my stomach hurt. "Far out, Gabriel... that's a winner, dude."

So anyways, Gabe was pretty bummed 'cause his big idea kinda died. Me, I just hung those decos on the tree anyway... they're still groovy, and my man picked 'em out, and plus they make us laugh, so it was copacetic. Man, we'll remember this one for a few... now Gabe goes around calling me "Jessica" and I call him "Chris"... maybe we should change our names!

You beautiful souls have a funny story to send us?

Peace out

Thursday, 24 September 2015

10 Lies About Silver Fox Relationships

Greetings peaceful ones!

So I'm gonna do kind of a different post today. I was looking around on the old "world wide" and ran into some articles on what they call "May-December" relationships. Ones like mine and Gabe's, you dig? Like where one partner is way older than the other. And most of them were downers. All negative stuff... I just can't dig it, man! It totally made me sick to my stomach. So what I'm gonna do here is make a list of all the bad stuff that people say about our kind of relationships, and explain why it's bogus!

Lie #1 She's only in it for the money
Umm, yeah. If I'm only in it for the bread then why do we drive a beat-up truck and live in a tiny, drafty house? Gabe and I love our simple life. We both make pretty much the same amount of moolah, and we split it between us. Here's the skinny... we don't care. Rich cats man... all they care about it themselves. Gotta look perfect, act perfect, get everything perfect... nothing's ever good enough! Yeah our crib is small and the furniture was someone else's first, but it's groovy cause it's OURS. You dig? We chose the stuff, we put posters up and painted and made it our little chunk of heaven. And the beat-up truck? It gets us where we're cruising and we don't notice the rust when we're laying in the bed watching the stars.

Lie #2 He just wants s*x.
This one's raunchy, but here's the deal. Gabe and I are comfortable with each other... we shower together, give each other massages, go around the house "natural", but we've never jumped each others' bones or got laid or whatever name you wanna put on it. It just isn't our bag, man. There's so much more to a relationship then that. From the day we started going around together, Gabe always said affection was the top word and I was with him 100%. Holding hands, cuddles, backrubs, all that jazz. We don't want kids, we just wanna adore each other and have our cozy life together.

Lie #3 He wants a "trophy."
Okay, Gabe's looking over my shoulder now and laughing at me. If you listen to him rap, you'd think I was a goddess. Gee whiz! Anyways, yeah, don't anybody think that I'm Gabe's "second;" I'm his first, and he's my first, and we're both totally fine with that. He says to tell you beautiful folks that he's not interesting in parading around a gorgeous chick on his arm, he just wants pure lovin'.

Lie #4 We're afraid of committing to each other.
We're together for life. Period. We'd die without each other. Nope, not bein' over-dramatic... just pure simple truth. We never really lived until we met each other.

Lie #5 He's boring/never wants to go out/whatever.
We're both "in" people. We don't party because we don't like parties. Curling up together with a bag of popcorn, going for a stroll together, playing music, taking turns reading a book to each other, enjoying a hot bath, creating art together, even taking naps together... that's our bag, you dig? Like we keep saying, pure and simple.

Lie #6 She's looking for a father-figure to replace the one she never had.
Flake off man! I mean, I got no complaints about my old man. Sure he's over religious and he don't talk to me because he thinks I'm "shacked up", but he's still my old man and I got no interest in replacing him. Besides, Gabe sure ain't a father figure. I'll lay it to you straight, we joke about me being his mother. Not that he's a ditz, just that I like taking care of him. "You take your vitamins man?" "Lemme grab you another soda." "You tired? You want a back rub? You've been working too hard, sit down before you pass out." He picks on me about it but I know he loves it. Sometimes it's nice to not always be the one taking care of everything.

Lie #7 He's a pervert.
Go back and look at Lie #2 again will ya?

Lie #8 You don't think about the consequences of the age gap.
We do. Believe me, we do. We rap about it for hours sometimes. You've never really had your heart broke until you've seen the guy you love more than life crying because he won't always be there to take care of you. I try telling him that that's not the case... I could die in a car accident or get cancer or something and go first, you never know. He feels down sometimes because he imagines himself rotting in a old folks' home while I'm out living life... and my reply is always the same. "I'm gonna bath ya, change your diapers, crawl up in the hospital bed with ya when the nurses aren't looking, and I'm gonna sit in your lap and you're gonna ride me around in your wheelchair and everyone's gonna look at us and say, 'Gosh, they're sure in love!'"

Lie #8 you don't have the same peer groups.
That one's easy man. We don't have peer groups, period. I was always a loner who never fit in with kids my own age cause I acted thirty years older, and he was the awkward guy that was too shy to hang out with people. We have a few buddies that we met through music festivals and stuff, but no one close. We're everything to each other, off in our own little world.

Lie #9 He's probably done this before with other girls.
Back off. I don't let anyone walk over my man and accuse him of being a lying, cheating two timer. You don't know him, you don't know me, you're not the one sharing secrets about your lives at three in the morning at the kitchen table. We know each other inside and out. I've never met anyone more honest or faithful in my life.

Lie #10 It's not normal and won't work out.
Climb it, Tarzan. We're out to prove the world wrong.

Peace out!

Monday, 24 August 2015

Live Free

hey gang hows it going... well my chick got after me today and said "hey gabe it's your turn man"...so i say "for what babe" and zoey says "your turn to write a post" so here goes... 
well as you know i'm a bit older then my chick zoey, and i read an article that some dude wrote about the myths of being much older then my chick . as you all know i'm 50 and she is 25, we are kind of a little ways apart but we are cool... anyway the article says that it wouldn't work but here we are man, happy as birds, they say we have nothing in common but we are more alike then anyone and we dig each other like no one else.. we have so much in common that it scares us, you dig? they said she was after my money; holy cow man sure hope zoey ain't on this bus for the money cause she will be gettin' off at the next stop. to be honest i have never hung with anyone like my zoey... while the world is calling us the weird couple and saying all kinds of crap behind our backs we are just enjoying the ride... let me say this dudes; be happy, be yourself and find a chick you can laugh with. you know, one you cant live without like my precious zoey. she is the greatest thing that happened to this crazy dude lol. so go and have fun, live like there is no tomorrow, and find that special chick that will make everything groovy... so i guess you will all be hearing from me when zoey says i have to write again...peace out gang .

Thursday, 6 August 2015

Paper Tulips and Blue Gatorade

Greetings fellow hippie-freaks!

I know, I know, it’s been a while since we hung out here. You all cool? Sweet.
Well I had to swing by today and fill you in on a pretty special occasion; the prom.

Okay, I know you cats are thinking that I’m way too old for prom, and so is Gabe, but hear me out. We were rapping the other day about nothing much, kind of jumping from one topic to another, you dig? And the subject of prom came up. Turns out, neither one of us ever went to prom. Gabe never finished high school, so he never got the chance, and I just split from any social hang-outs at all. Nothing I hate worse than crowds. Anyways.

Gabe was telling me that he always kind of wondered what it’d be like to go to prom with a chick; you know, pick her up at the door, bring her flowers, go dancing, champagne, all that jazz. It was kind of a downer, and I told him that I would have gone to prom with him if I would have been alive then. (We get our kicks out of that sometimes… keep it in your head that we’re 25 years apart.)

Anyways, I had to split and pick up something for lunch. When I came back with the eats, our pad was weirdly quiet. I hollered for Gabe, and then I heard music. I dumped the food in the kitchen, and when I got out to the living room, I was in for a shocker; Gabe was decked out in a suit. I have no clue where he got the threads. I didn’t think he’d ever owned one. It kinda don’t jive with the ponytail, you dig?

So I’m standing there like a dork, and then I clue in to what song is playing; “Can’t Fight This Feeling” by REO Speedwagon, which is “our song.” And dang, if Gabe didn’t sweep me into a slow dance right there in our pad. And then, when the song ended, he sat me down on the couch and served me our drink of choice (blue Gatorade; we’re both on the wagon) in a wine glass and proposed a toast. And then he brought out a picture of tulips that he’d cut out of a magazine. That might sound crazy, but I really dig tulips and I guess that was as close as he could get to a for-real bouquet of them. And then he pulled out a bag of our favorite potato chips as a treat.

Now all that might sound square to you, but for me it was righteously groovy. It was just so us, you dig? Our song, the slow dance, the blue Gatorade, our favorite chips, even paper flowers… it meant a lot, because there was a heavy meaning there.

When we first got together, Gabe and I decided that we would never spend a lot of money on each other or that we wouldn’t go all crazy with big vacations and stuff. The simple stuff just means more, you dig it? We’d take a cruise on some backroads and maybe an ice-cream over a big fancy getaway any day. Like how the ring that cost Gabe ten bucks never comes off my finger and how he keeps a heart-shaped rock in his pocket because I gave it to him.

Simple is always better, and me and Gabe agree that no one ever had a groovier prom than we did!

Peace out! 

Monday, 25 May 2015

Hoodie Hype

Greetings beautiful people… you all doing hip? Cool? Groovy?

Gabe and I are having a laid-back week so far… of course, it’s only Monday. Last week, on the other hand, wasn’t so hip… Gabe had to be away for a while (family member with some health stuff going on) and I don’t do too good left alone… he’s not so groovy when he has to leave me either. We ran up a crazy phone bill, calling each other about 20-30 times a day (No fooling!) like we do any time we’re separated. Some people say we’re obsessed in a, like, “unhealthy” way, calling each other so much… like we’re being possessive or some of that junk. But man, we just need to be in contact all the time or we lose it.

What was I rappin’ about… oh yeah, so Gabe blew our joint, and I was getting pretty down. So this one night, when I was getting ready to crash, I went digging in the closet for something warm to wear, since it gets pretty chilly sometimes, you dig? And I dug up an old red sweatshirt/hoodie thing that Gabe’s been wearing since way before I met him. One of those thrift store finds that turns into a gold mine, I guess. Anyways, it sure smelled like him (or his cologne, I guess)!

So I grabbed it and hauled it on… pretty warm and cozy, and his scent all over it kind of make it feel like he was right there with his arms wrapped around me. So yeah, I kept wearing it while he was away… got into the habit of reaching for it before I crashed.

Anyways, he came home, and we were getting ready to crash this one night when I came into the room wearing his hoodie. I guess he was kind of shocked. “Yeah, I’ve been wearing it every night since you went away… kind of makes me feel like you were here, with your smell and everything, you know? Is that cool?”

And he kind of choked up a little. “Yeah, it’s cool… it’s just, when I used to be a kid in high school, I used to dream about having a girlfriend, and I always kind of pictured giving her one of my hoodies and her wearing it around… I never thought it’d actually happen.”

Well then, of course, I kind of choked up myself, ‘cause it melts a girl when her man gets emotional, and I said, “The crazy thing is, I used to imagine having a boyfriend who’d let me wear his hoodies and stuff and like it. And I never imagined that would happen either.”

So then we had one of those little laugh/cry happenings. People think Gabe’s a real rough dude, with the ponytail and everything, but he’s got a real soft heart, and even now he kinda gets this goofy grin when I come out wearing that hoodie, which I pretty much claimed.

So yeah, that was the Great Hoodie Happening… just another way for us cats to get closer and another way to fall in love.

What kind of week have you beautiful folks been having?

Peace out! 

Thursday, 14 May 2015

Yoga or Jesus (or both?)

So, like, it’s been a while since we’ve dropped in… Gabe and me have been on a kick lately that I wanted to rap a bit about.

Gabe’s pretty heavy into the health stuff… eating clean, working out, all that. Now, I don’t mind walking around downtown a bit, but Gabe can be pretty persistent when he wants me to try something. So I figured, why not get into some stretches and stuff?

So I started poking around, looking for something that would be a fit for me. Cause, you know, I’m sort of “out there” and I don’t do good with programs of any kind. Reason why I never got into working out. Yeah.

So anyways, I kept coming on these articles and stuff that talked about yoga and stuff. Now, keep in mind that I was raised in a super-religious home. Yoga was a big no, ‘cause of the whole Eastern thing. (church-going cats don’t want nothing to do with Buddha ya’ll.)

But ignoring all the mantras and stuff, I kept seeing all these great exercises that I wanted to try. So then I had to rap with myself, “Are you gonna try this yoga thing or are you going to keep letting prejudice from your kid years keep you tied up?”

Then I remembered a quote I heard years ago, something along the lines of, “everyone’s gotta work out their own salvation.” I’ve said before that I’m cool with Jesus as a spiritual master… heck, even the Buddhists thought so. So I was like, “Why not do yoga and just think about light and love and peace and compassion, like Jesus would’ve, instead of getting into all the Nirvana and “OM” stuff?”

And I gotta say, it’s been going pretty well… I feel more flexible and healthy (plus I love that me and Gabe can do our health thing together) and I discovered a lot of great zen music that I can really jive with. The whole yoga deal is, like, outdoorsy and peaceful and soft and free, which is my type of thing… so yeah, it’s been pretty groovy! I’d say, “give it a try, if you haven’t already.”

I’m even gonna drop one of my favorite tracks here… and no, I don’t do yoga for two hours, I just like having it playing around the house. (And Gabe likes napping to it after he works out, haha) 

What about you beautiful people? Yoga or no?

Peace out!

Saturday, 11 April 2015

Couldn't Fight the Feeling

So a lot of you cats might be wondering how me and Gabe ended up together anyways. How do a 50 year old dude and a 25 year old chick end up in that kind of relationship?

Well, we never started out like that! We met at a local street festival where some friends introduced us. I brought my guitar that day, and we started rapping about the grooviest music out there. Turns out we dig the same stuff. And after that, we just kept running into each other! At the market, at festivals, at art shows; and we’d always end up talking. We have so much in common it’s crazy… almost scary. We like the same music, the same food, the same styles, the same places, whatever.

So we just started chilling together. We used to meet up in different places and just hang. First it was all about the music, since that was how we met, but pretty soon we realized we just had a blast being together. We’d grab a burger or some fries from a stand and just wander around the city, poking in all the weird little shops. We’d jump in his jalopy and go for a ride all over the county, exploring all the backroads, getting stuck on trails, and laughing our heads off. Both of us kind of knew that we had a thing for each other, but it wasn’t really something we talked about.

So this one, day, we were out cruising and Gabe said he had something to tell me. We pulled off the road on this little trail, and he put a song on the player. It was REO Speedwagon playing “I can’t fight this feeling anymore.” And Gabe asked if he could hold my hand while it played. I’ll just drop the song here so you cats can take a listen.

So in the end, Gabe didn’t say much… he didn’t have to. That song became “our song” and we listen to it almost every day. It wasn’t too long after that that we realized we were totally gone on each other, and we couldn’t live without each other. And after that we officially got together.

And we’ve been together now for two years, and we still can’t live without each other. 

Peace out!!!

Tuesday, 7 April 2015

Those Downer Days

Today was a BAD day for me. Downer. Bummer. Heavy. A drag. The pits. Whatever.

See, I struggle with depression real bad sometimes. Sometimes I can be copacetic for months, but then it hits… today was one of those days. One of those days where you crash and you never want to move again. You cry and slobber snot until you don’t even know who you are anymore. And you wish you were dead.

Yeah, I said it. You can imagine sunshine, but sometimes the tornado hits you in the face, and dude, it sucks. This was the first time it happened in a while. Just out of nowhere, bang-o daddy-o.

At least Gabe was around. I don’t know what I’d do without my man. Before we got together, I’d just crash when those episodes would hit… nothing for it but to wait ‘em out, which could take days.

But Gabe’s cool with that; instead of telling me to chill or get over it, he’s just puttering around our pad, rubbing my back, getting me a drink, getting me in and out of the shower when I’m too flaked to do it myself, holding my hand, rapping about nothing in particular to get my mind off “it.”

I’ve said before how Gabe’s a real beautiful guy… and he knows what depression’s like. Actually, the only person I’ve ever met who understands what it’s like. And we laugh about it because when I’m down, he’s up… when he’s wigging out, I’m the groovy one. One of us is always ready to haul the other one out of “it.”

So today I was moping around, pretty much off my head, telling him he should leave me and all that because I was a real drag… and darned if he didn’t sit there with big crocodile tears rolling down and tell me how he loved me too much to leave me, but if I wanted to go, he’d help me. Made me bawl all over again. What a righteous guy.

So anyways, I chilled after a few hours and we got it settled that no one’s splitting, we’re in this for the long haul. Glad that’s over. I’d just crash and die without my baby around. I mean, I would totally crash. It would kill both of us if we ever had to split up. We read each other’s minds so much it’s freaky. Finishing each other’s sentences and everything. And people totally don’t get it because of the age difference… but hey, love is supposed to be ageless anyways right? At least, with these two cats it is.

And that’s the way it’s gonna stay dudes!!

Peace out!!

Monday, 6 April 2015

Church, Religion, and Me

Church is so full of hate, man. It’s a downer to say it, but man, is it ever true. I mean, I was raised in a pretty religious home. My parents made sure that all six of their kids went to church, mission meetings, VBS, you name it. If it was churchy, we were there. But you know what? Those cats are so full of hate for anyone who’s not exactly like them. Bummer, because the guy they serve, my Man Jesus, is a pretty cool dude… not like his so-called followers.

Me and Gabe found that out when we first got together. I mean, here we are, 25 years apart in age, and it’s like we’d never really lived before we met each other. Gabe’s a real beautiful guy, really laid-back and gentle. But when we tried going into a church, man, everyone flipped out. First cats thought he was my uncle or my old man or something… then they found out we were together, and they kind of went crazy. First it was the nasty looks, then it was the comments… the preacher decided to come down and give us a “talk”…yeah man. No good to preach peace and love if you ain’t living it, is what we say. Wasn’t like we were getting laid or showing up in church wasted or anything. Even if we were, I always thought the establishment was supposed to accept everybody… the rules don’t apply to those cats I guess.

So me and Gabe, we pretty well cut out of church… we prefer hanging with the beautiful people out on the street. Funny, but they treat us nicer than anyone we know. Even our families… mine freaked when I announced that me and Gabe were together. They pretty much don’t speak to us except to argue. Which is pretty sad… Because Gabe adores me and I adore him. We read each other’s minds all the time. I laugh harder with him than I do with anyone else. And we love sneaking away for adventures. We’ll write about ‘em as they happen, because we want the whole world to imagine sunshine instead of letting all those judgemental cats rain on our parade, you dig?

So yeah, the whole church thing has us bummed out… especially because this cat Jesus, is pretty cool (I think.) Don’t call me a Christian though… I don’t want to maintain with those cats. I’m down with having Jesus as my Spiritual Master though… after all, the Christians love him, the Buddhists say he was a wise man, the Muslims call him a Prophet… he’s the one dude that pretty much every religion has in common, so we wanted to check him out, Gabe and I. We’ll blog more about that too.

What do you lovely people think? About church, about Jesus, about love and relationships? No hate/bad vibes, but we’d love some words from you dudes and chicks!

Peace out