<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:44:40.014-07:00</updated><category term='Playing with God'/><title type='text'>Adventures of the Superhero Mop Boy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-8736915728705526732</id><published>2010-01-05T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T09:39:45.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was on South West Airlines coming from Jacksonville, Fla. to Austin, Texas and there was this real beautiful airline stewardess.   She would not smile so I gave her one of my superhero\&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mopboy&lt;/span&gt; cards.  I told her that I was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;visual&lt;/span&gt; artist and a stage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;performer&lt;/span&gt; and I told her that I danced to bad to the bone in Dallas. Texas and brought the house down.    I told her about the web sites.&lt;br /&gt;   A little while later, I was talking to her and everyone that was sitting near by was listening and I'm telling about my story and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rehabilitation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;   I said you are to beautiful not to smile and she laughed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-8736915728705526732?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8736915728705526732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=8736915728705526732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/8736915728705526732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/8736915728705526732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-was-on-south-west-airlines-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-8961087801115635904</id><published>2010-01-05T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T09:21:28.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Playing with God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Playing with God&lt;br /&gt;   I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; back from Ga. by way of Fort &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lauderdale&lt;/span&gt; Fa. to Austin Texas on South West airlines and I was sitting in the second seat on the right side and this family was sitting in the first seat on the left side.   The father &amp;amp; mother were on the in side and the four year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;daughter&lt;/span&gt; was sitting in the isle seat.  The 2 year old son was standing in isle.   He could not speak and he had just learned how to walk and was looking down the isle.   Suddenly he started to run down the isle and my left arm went out to stop him and the tickle spider came out and started tickling him and he laughed and balled up on the floor and was still laughing.  I stopped and he got up and looked at me and looked at my left hand.   He took one step forward and the tickle spider went into action and started to tickle him again and he laughed and balled up on the floor.   By that time his mother had some rail road cars that were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;magnetized&lt;/span&gt; and his attention was focused on the train/   Two minutes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;later he&lt;/span&gt; was playing with him motor cycle cop and driving on the wall in front of the front seat.&lt;br /&gt;   The next morning I was having coffee with God and He says "Did you know you were playing with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-8961087801115635904?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8961087801115635904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=8961087801115635904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/8961087801115635904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/8961087801115635904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2010/01/playing-with-god-i-was-coming-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-6516949029567169003</id><published>2009-07-07T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:37:37.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Casting a seed on 105 degree asphalt and expecting it to grow and God cracks up laughing.   Saint Mikie has an idea to revolutionize the art world and the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1246984613_0" style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 1.2em; "&gt;auto sales industry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1246984613_1" style="outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; line-height: 1.2em; "&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt; goes to Toyota and explains about putting one of my paintings on the back of a pick up tailgate.   “We don’t do that because of reason 1, 2, 3.   Then mikie goes to Nissan and they say the same.&lt;br /&gt;   Mikie’s bubble has burst and he goes to imagine Art and explains his revolutionary idea to Debbie and she just starts laughing.  I am hurt to the bone.&lt;br /&gt;   The next morning 4 to 6 am I have my quite time with God and He is just cracking up with laughter and later He says “that’s what I like about you, you get back up every time you fall.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-6516949029567169003?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6516949029567169003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=6516949029567169003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/6516949029567169003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/6516949029567169003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/casting-seed-on-105-degree-asphalt-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-6599332256836534384</id><published>2009-05-01T08:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:57:25.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;Who do I talk to?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I get up in the morning and ask myself.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;How can I write a better script that is better than dancing to “Bad to the bone.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;What do I say?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;In may mind I talk to myself and say those flowers are sure beautiful.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Now I can think of something to write.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Should I write about my stay in Europe?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;The things I could write about but that was 50 years ago but it is just like remembering what happened like it was yesterday.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Boy those flowers are sure beautiful.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I think I’ll rearrange then and make them more beautiful.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;What can I write about?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Food! Ten foods that I like and a story……….&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Astra Gallus which is a bitter but a real shock to the pallet.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Calamari, squid, which is like rudder fish.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Enough, about food. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;What can I write about?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Boy I think I’ll spray my new sunflowers with miracle grow and see how much more beautiful they are now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each flower is different and more beautiful. They are all at different stages in their life and some are more buff than others.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;The older flowers are buffus maximus, a new word to describe flower.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What can I write?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe about my paintings, maybe about my calendars, maybe about high school, maybe about college.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;All the time I’m asking my new and beautiful in my mind.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;All my flowers do is just sit there and smile from ear to ear and give off this positive energy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;A red flag comes up “You have all ready done a script about flowers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;My flowers just sit and smile at me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;I could be arrested&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I was at the University of Texas and found out that I had graduated with a B A in psychology and I decided to go and have a beer at the “hole in the wall where I use to work.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I went to the Hole in the wall and it was happy hour and I ordered a pitcher.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I drank on the pitcher alone and finished three beers and started on the fourth.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I said it’s time to go.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I walked outside and unlocked my bicycle and walked to 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; &amp;amp; Guadalupe&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;and waited for the light to change so I could walk across the street,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The bike hit a pot hole and fell over and I fell with the bike.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I picked it up and walked to the corner and sat and said to myself :You are drunk”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Two police cars pulled up and the policeman gave me a sobriety test . Hold your right arm out close your eyes and touch your nose.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I did&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Now walk heel to toe and walk 10 steps and count out loud.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I did&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Now do it in reverse, &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I did.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Now say your ABC’s .&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I did&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Policeman said you can be arrested for public intoxication.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Why do you speak with a slur?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Because I’ve had an emergency tracheotomy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Why do you limp?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Because I have one leg shorter due to a broken keg that healed shorter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US"&gt;Where do you live?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I told him and he said I’ll give you a ride home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I got home I said “thank you.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went into my apartment and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-6599332256836534384?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6599332256836534384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=6599332256836534384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/6599332256836534384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/6599332256836534384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-do-i-talk-to-i-get-up-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-3305195699785485324</id><published>2009-03-31T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T10:14:30.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt; meets Ruthie in the back room,&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt; does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;volunteering&lt;/span&gt; at Imagine art by picking up food at the Food Bank for the Imagine Art family and with it comes some milk crates that have to be returned,  I asked Ruthi where the store room for the return stuff and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; showed me the place in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt; of the building and we were talking.  The next morning and my quite time with God. Darth Vader  raises his head in the back of my mind.  Says "I wanted a kiss, you should have kissed her because she is so much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; her she is different, I am different.  She is a good artist I am a good artist.  She plays the guitar and I drive around in the shark mobile.&lt;br /&gt;  Then I come back to earth and say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; step out of bounds, don't be rude and be macho.  Don't do it or you will burn in hell.&lt;br /&gt;   I didn't even and the next day I was talking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; god and He said "YOU DID RIGHT."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-3305195699785485324?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3305195699785485324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=3305195699785485324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/3305195699785485324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/3305195699785485324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/saint-mikie-meets-ruthie-in-back-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-4028968588637234153</id><published>2009-03-31T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:51:16.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt; visits The University of Texas, Freshman speech path. class and brings the house down. &lt;br /&gt;   I spoke at a class and told them  that humor is the best avenue to explore in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rehabilitation&lt;/span&gt;.  When you can laugh at yourself you have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conquered&lt;/span&gt; half of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rehabilitation&lt;/span&gt;.  Physical is the next plan of attack.  I told them about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;medical&lt;/span&gt; problems,the broken bones, punctured lungs, and many     &lt;br /&gt;other problems.&lt;br /&gt;   My short lecture with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bold&lt;/span&gt; red &amp;amp; white striped shirt&lt;br /&gt;   I told them about flowers and how much positive energy is in flowers after you spray them with water.  I showed 5 of my paint and the new Superhero with the bold red &amp;amp; white shirt.&lt;br /&gt;  The 100+students gave me a standing ovation and when I left they gave me another ovation.&lt;br /&gt;   Needless to say, God and i had a very long discussion about that history making speech&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-4028968588637234153?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4028968588637234153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=4028968588637234153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/4028968588637234153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/4028968588637234153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/saint-mikie-visits-university-of-texas.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-2421740224977050544</id><published>2009-01-13T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:25:31.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt; and the wounded knee episode&lt;br /&gt;   When I was doing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;voulenteer&lt;/span&gt; work at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;VSA&lt;/span&gt; arts.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vacum&lt;/span&gt; three small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;quibicale&lt;/span&gt; and mop the art room, empty the trash and recycle.&lt;br /&gt;   I was doing the recycling and my ankle landed at an angle and my weak ankle gave way and my knee came crashing down on the cement carpeted floor with 250 lbs of force.  This was 7:10 in the morning and no one was around.  I finished the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;volunteer&lt;/span&gt; work and went home to  rested,  At 12:00A.M.  and I had to go to the bathroom and I had to walk on crutches in the dark over two pairs of discarded shoes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;some shorts&lt;/span&gt; and t-shirt.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Needless&lt;/span&gt; to say I didn't make it .  I fell at the foot of the bed and decided "I didn't need to go to the bathroom now the problem was to get back in bed and with a lot of trial and effort I made it back in bed.&lt;br /&gt;  An hour later I had to go to  the bathroom.   I made it without moving my left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;legend&lt;/span&gt; I was standing at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;commode&lt;/span&gt; and was worried about the angle of the dangle.  Needless to say, I ended  up sitting down and the shock fairy lite up the bathroom with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;electricity&lt;/span&gt; in my knee.&lt;br /&gt;   N0w, it's been 5 weeks and age and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;agile&lt;/span&gt; cat like movement  are not quite what it should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-2421740224977050544?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2421740224977050544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=2421740224977050544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/2421740224977050544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/2421740224977050544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/mikie-and-wounded-knee-episode-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-5248039459694741869</id><published>2009-01-13T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T10:47:05.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mikie vs space alien transmitter.&lt;br /&gt;   I had a cyst that popped and I reconized that it was a big pimple and me being one of the best pimple popper this side of the Mississippi river continued to pick until I realized that i should have this biopsied, cleaned and some medicine.   S0 I went to the hospital and said "I have a space alien transmitter that my body is trying to reject causing a pimple.  The Doctor looked at the pimple took some for biopsy and gave me some antibiotics and said that it was not a space alien implant.    What a relief&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-5248039459694741869?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5248039459694741869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=5248039459694741869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/5248039459694741869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/5248039459694741869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/mikie-vs-space-alien-transmitter.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-3579863759496432151</id><published>2008-10-29T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T10:28:53.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Superhero and his positive experience. &lt;br /&gt;   Painting trash cans.   Ruthie wanted a trash can painted of a sky diving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chili&lt;/span&gt; pepper with some rainbows,red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chili&lt;/span&gt; pepper with black boots and a black hat.   I did a light &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; sky and painted the  top lid light blue.   Then I painted vapor trails of red, orange, and yellow behind the head and coming off each boot.   She loved the trash can that she bought with the sky diving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chili&lt;/span&gt; pepper and I was so proud of it I showed some friends and one said "When you step on the peddle it's like the parachute opens.  How much more perfect can this be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The rose from Mike.&lt;br /&gt;    this is a story about flowers and rewarding myself with new flowers.  Eventually the rose got placed in its own vase,   When I sprayed it with water and sat down to look at the rose with 1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ooo&lt;/span&gt; diamonds.  I said "Thank you lord for this rose with a 1000 diamonds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-3579863759496432151?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3579863759496432151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=3579863759496432151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/3579863759496432151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/3579863759496432151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2008/10/superhero-and-his-positive-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-2579203616149488290</id><published>2008-10-13T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:06:44.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Superhero downsized&lt;br /&gt;  As the story goes the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;superhero mopboy&lt;/span&gt; is performing on stage and mopping floors in his spare time and being downsized.   His new job pays him for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vacuuming&lt;/span&gt; and emptying the trash and was even down sized from that.&lt;br /&gt;   Lost Gospel of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt;,    "Its not how many times one falls but how many times one gets back up."&lt;br /&gt;   Now I am a food service coordinator Imagine Art.   I retrieve food from the food bank and with my truck with a shark biting the front tire on both sides.  I am a different  sort of person.&lt;br /&gt;  Brain damage does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; give me the right to go out of bounds but it does give me the right to be different&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-2579203616149488290?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2579203616149488290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=2579203616149488290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/2579203616149488290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/2579203616149488290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2008/10/superhero-downsized-as-story-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-1598031703664729602</id><published>2008-10-13T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:54:24.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Road Rash&lt;br /&gt;   I was going to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;psychiatrist&lt;/span&gt; appointment and I was coming out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;walmart&lt;/span&gt; and had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt; line but I stopped to let cars turn in front of me.  I waited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; cars turned I moved forward and three cars &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; stop sign were in front of me  and a fourth was trying ti get in ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;  Not so fast tow can play at this game and I would not let the fourth car in.&lt;br /&gt;   I went on the access road to get on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hi way&lt;/span&gt; 71.  I was in the turning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lane&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt; lane which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; after was the access to hi-way 71.   Other cars would get int the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt; lane and as soon as they crossed the stop light they would put on their turn signal to get into the lane which got onto 71.  So I had to wait through four stop light changes to get back onto hi-way 71&lt;br /&gt;  Talk about road rash??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-1598031703664729602?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1598031703664729602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=1598031703664729602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/1598031703664729602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/1598031703664729602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2008/10/road-rash-i-was-going-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-2840966544223411203</id><published>2008-10-13T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:26:20.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt; and his home grown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;therapy&lt;/span&gt;.  Everybody is made up of three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;energy's&lt;/span&gt;.  The positive the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;negative&lt;/span&gt; and the physical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;energy's&lt;/span&gt;   As I say God vs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Darheh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Vador&lt;/span&gt; and his band of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;stampeding&lt;/span&gt; wild elephants.   The first thing to do [physical energy] is to buy yourself flowers as needed all the time.   The next is to think of yourself as a superhero and what kind of out fit would you wear to be different, not to go out of bounds.   The next thing to do is relax with a good cup of coffee and your new flowers in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;   Now we get into writing stories about myself as a superhero and maybe try to see if you can put this on stage.   Lets go one step farther and try to capture the superhero on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;canvass and&lt;/span&gt; what he or she would be doing to capture the true &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;assents&lt;/span&gt; of the superhero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-2840966544223411203?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2840966544223411203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=2840966544223411203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/2840966544223411203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/2840966544223411203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2008/10/saint-mikie-and-his-home-grown-therapy.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-5044885392283348101</id><published>2008-10-13T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:04:52.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;legend&lt;/span&gt; of Saint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt; and painting the trash can.&lt;br /&gt;  I first got a trash can with a step open lid.   I drew in a sky diving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;chill&lt;/span&gt; pepper.  I painted the trash can sky blue and I tried to paint and finally finger painted the sky blue.  It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; right so I sprayed it with another sky blue and then I painted red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chili&lt;/span&gt; pepper with black boots, gloves, and a black cowboy hat falling through the air but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; right.  IN my time every morning with Good or my positive energy we finally came to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;conclusion&lt;/span&gt; that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;chili&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pepper needs&lt;/span&gt; three rainbow vapor trails one from the back of his head and one from each boot.   The rainbow will be red, orange, yellow, white, then sky blue.  The trash can painting is great and when I buy some orange paint I will have painted an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt; trash can.   My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt; trash can is scarred but it does let me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-5044885392283348101?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5044885392283348101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=5044885392283348101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/5044885392283348101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/5044885392283348101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2008/10/ledgend-of-saint-mikie-and-painting.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-8601549857681728086</id><published>2008-09-23T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T06:30:02.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;legend&lt;/span&gt; of saint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt; was a mild mannered manger boy when Jesus Christ was born.   He had cleaned the manger he worked in and had gone to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt; to work for the inn keeper.  there were two caravans staying at the inn.&lt;br /&gt;   The inn keeper was telling Joseph that he had no room at the inn for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt; lady and he was refused stay.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt; said "Sir I have a clean manger out side of town.   Joseph &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;replied&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Led&lt;/span&gt; on young men and they were going to the manger and stopped by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Mikie's&lt;/span&gt; house to get his mother who was a midwife and they all went to the manger.&lt;br /&gt;  When Mary went into labor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt; was sent out by his mother.   When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt; was outside he a baby cry and he looked at the star of David and looked God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt; in the eye's and said "Thank you,"&lt;br /&gt;   So the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;legend&lt;/span&gt; of Saint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-8601549857681728086?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8601549857681728086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=8601549857681728086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/8601549857681728086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/8601549857681728086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2008/09/legend-of-saint-mikie-mikie-was-mild.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-8568606349252302111</id><published>2008-07-08T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T07:38:57.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt; vs. cyclops.   Saint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt; has a quit time with himself.   His other self talks to him physical self.   His other self has many faces create and one face is creative writing.&lt;br /&gt;   saint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt; is out side feeding his birds and squirrels and in time he goes inside to battle the computer monitor then he moves to the big screen TV, then he thinks about seeing a move, then going back home to watch some more TV.&lt;br /&gt;   On the other hand it is educational, spiritual, sports, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;comedy&lt;/span&gt; and everything that can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;entertain&lt;/span&gt; me for about 6-8 hours a day.    My brain just flat lines every time I am in front of a screen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-8568606349252302111?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8568606349252302111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=8568606349252302111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/8568606349252302111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/8568606349252302111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2008/07/saint-mikie-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-3237237403525197087</id><published>2008-06-23T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T08:02:26.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actual lives: The wheelchair episode&lt;br /&gt;  I come out with a chair center stage.   I walk around the chair talking, smoking, drinking, etc.   Some friends and I go to a restraunt and eat.   Then we say good bye and I get into the car and look left then look right, look left then look right and start moving forward.   Crash,sound, and black out.   A wheelchair is moved stage right and I'm center stage lying on the floor.   I slowly get up and fall several times.  Then I see the wheelchair and fall while going to the wheelchair and fially make it to the wheelchair.  Rocky music is playing and I make it to stage right  ,silence.   I look left and look right , then look up and move the foot pegs and carefully walk to center stage and look back at the wheelchair and wave bye bye.   Turn and walk off dancing and singing hala loya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-3237237403525197087?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3237237403525197087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=3237237403525197087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/3237237403525197087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/3237237403525197087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/actual-lives-wheelchair-episode-i-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-8264814581019421514</id><published>2008-06-10T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:20:11.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The day after "daze of our lives" was Sunday.  I went to get some new flowers and breakfast burritos.   I got them and went to my house and arranged my new flowers but they weren't right.   The next day, I removed the rose and put it in its own bottle and eventually it was sitting next to me on the stove and wow!   The next morning I was spraying my flowers and the rose that was in its own bottle and when I sat down and looked at the rose with thousands of diamonds on the petals.   I said "Thank you Lord for this beautiful rose with thousands of diamonds."   Now, it is a painting.&lt;br /&gt; I felt like God gave me this painting and I do feel like He is giving every one that was connected with "Daze of our Lives."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-8264814581019421514?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8264814581019421514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=8264814581019421514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/8264814581019421514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/8264814581019421514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-after-daze-of-our-lives-was-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-6527201217881915096</id><published>2008-06-03T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T09:21:14.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt; at the church of imagine art.&lt;br /&gt;   This is a story of the love for a group of artist and Saint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt; gives and gives.   The use of his truck in the movement of paintings or refreshments etc.  He gives money every month.   He used ti mop floors and clean the bathroom, and take out the trash and bring a flower once a week.&lt;br /&gt;   Saint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; in return for his help over eight years nothing but two birthday cards from cut out colored paper, no gas money, no one asked him to lunch, no one would call me to remind about the imagine art breakfast.   I am just another member and what would have made me happy is the use of some of the money that I gave to imagine art should have been used for flowers when ever needed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-6527201217881915096?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6527201217881915096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=6527201217881915096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/6527201217881915096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/6527201217881915096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/saint-mikie-at-church-of-imagine-art.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-5484256259079305891</id><published>2008-06-03T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T09:01:09.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Stain alive" with John Travolta my all time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; movie and when he does his own thing on stage.  Everything I do on stage is almost like the movie and after the show I do feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;strutting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;  The show used the song "Stain alive" for the movement pieces and it was fantastic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-5484256259079305891?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5484256259079305891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=5484256259079305891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/5484256259079305891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/5484256259079305891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2008/06/stain-alive-with-john-travolta-my-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-2484192819654742138</id><published>2008-05-19T07:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T07:27:51.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having a personal relation with yourself&lt;br /&gt;   I get up in the morning and go into the kitchen and see my beautiful flowers and I make some coffee and go over and spray the flowers and they start talking to me with different accents and then sometimes get out of hand.   I enjoy my beautiful flowers.&lt;br /&gt;   I then go outside to feed the birds and squirrels and they sometimes get out of hand especially during the Spring.&lt;br /&gt;   Then I turn and watch the beautiful sun rise, wow!&lt;br /&gt;   I check my watch and go inside to listen to my other self that brings to mind other conversations both spiritual and past physical.&lt;br /&gt;   It is getting to know myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-2484192819654742138?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2484192819654742138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=2484192819654742138' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/2484192819654742138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/2484192819654742138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2008/05/having-personal-relation-with-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-3924848836526607366</id><published>2008-05-02T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T08:37:50.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Daze of our lives&lt;br /&gt;  A new show that will blow your socks off.   Every   show is better than the last and this theater is going to go down in the history of performing arts. &lt;br /&gt;  I step on Gods toes because of my beautiful flowers and then when I feed the birds, and squirrels and watch the sun rise.   Eventually, I will go back inside and paint and watch my favorite T.V. show,  "That stupid show." The stories go wild.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Loneliness&lt;/span&gt; with God is the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-3924848836526607366?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3924848836526607366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=3924848836526607366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/3924848836526607366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/3924848836526607366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2008/05/daze-of-our-lives-new-show-that-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-616247382308406844</id><published>2008-04-09T12:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T12:44:12.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>superman&lt;br /&gt;  When I was 18 or 19 I could do anything and I did everything along with drug use.   I happened to catch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hepatitis&lt;/span&gt;.  I've lived with hep for 33 years it is an incurable disease and progresses until one dies.   Both my general doctor and my liver doctor have said that my positive attitude and my activity and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;milk thissel&lt;/span&gt; have kept my liver in check and stable.&lt;br /&gt;  Now, I find out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;serosis&lt;/span&gt; of the liver is incurable and for 33 years my liver is still the same.&lt;br /&gt;     Moral of this story: " Be careful with what you play with because you will get burned."   The lost gospel of Mikie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-616247382308406844?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/616247382308406844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=616247382308406844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/616247382308406844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/616247382308406844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2008/04/superman-when-i-was-18-or-19-i-could-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-4755468155921579853</id><published>2008-02-13T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T10:12:32.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>good morning&lt;br /&gt;   I awake in the morning and stay seated on the side of the bed and put my shorts and t-shirt on. then standing up I pull up the shorts and go into the  kitchen/mobile home.    The first thing I see are my beautiful flowers.   I turn to my coffee pot and sink, sometimes dirty dishes sometimes empty.   I sit in the captains chair and make coffee and when I'm finished with the coffee.   I turn around and go and spray the beautiful flowers with water.&lt;br /&gt;  When I sit down I hear, in my head the flowers thanking me for the water and how each of the flowers tell me how buff they are in different accents.&lt;br /&gt;   I look at 6 clean calenders, I look at three of my paintings that were chosen to be reprinted on posters that were distributed all over the United States, I look at the paintings I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;   I watch the sun come up and my flowers that are in the East window.   Now the sun is shining on the flowers and I write a script about flowers talking.&lt;br /&gt;  I go out side and feed the birds, squirrels, and flowers and enjoy the sun rise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-4755468155921579853?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4755468155921579853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=4755468155921579853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/4755468155921579853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/4755468155921579853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-morning-i-awake-in-morning-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-4107213742984073634</id><published>2008-01-28T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T08:09:27.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Lost Gospel of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This is about a humble and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;handicapped&lt;/span&gt; mild mannered manger boy.   That was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bethlehem&lt;/span&gt; looking for some work at the inn where Joseph and Mary had just been refused a place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tugged&lt;/span&gt; on Joseph's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gar met&lt;/span&gt; and said "I have a clean manger just outside the city.   On the way out to the manger they picked up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mikie's&lt;/span&gt; sister who was a mid wife.&lt;br /&gt;  They got to the manger and Mary went into labor.  She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;scrim ed&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mikie's&lt;/span&gt;  sister said "push." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt; was so excited he ran outside.   There was silence and a baby cry.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt; looked God &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt; in the eye and said thank you. The story of Mikie was born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-4107213742984073634?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4107213742984073634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=4107213742984073634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/4107213742984073634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/4107213742984073634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/lost-gospel-of-mikie-this-is-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-6006989636181781429</id><published>2008-01-17T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T09:01:59.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Lost gospel of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Over Christmas holiday I learned about the supreme energy or the "force."   Which is always ahead of you.   This force or ultimate power is always there to suggest what you should do and your physical side of you says "This is the way we'll do it ."&lt;br /&gt;   This happens to everybody and this talking within you is your spirit.   My spirit says "keep on knocking."   So I tried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Harper&lt;/span&gt; productions and got an answer of "use E-mail and I responded with "brain injury is the reason I don't respond.   I forget and with my home grown computer, well let us say. dead end.&lt;br /&gt;   I've thought of a 4 paintings of super models on the run way wearing a bikini of checks and a yellow flowered top and vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Visa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;A wise&lt;/span&gt; man said "Grass hopper, the first step on a long journey is buying yourself flowers."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-6006989636181781429?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6006989636181781429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=6006989636181781429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/6006989636181781429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/6006989636181781429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/lost-gospel-of-mikie-over-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-798009159836016442</id><published>2008-01-09T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T10:09:49.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The lost Gospel of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;   there are two forces within you one is the ultimate positive and one is physical.   The physical  is always trying to catch the spirit energy, God, karma, self (which is God within).   The spiritual self is always suggesting things to do and the physical self  most of the time says huh!   But, things get done.   &lt;br /&gt;   I had  a wonderful time in Ga, for Christmas, going hunting with my brother.   He killed a baby pig, wild pigs destroy farmers crops.  The food was great.  The gift were fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;  Moving on to Nashville Tenn. with my only blood relative, the bass guitar player for 30 years and he knows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of people in Nashville so I left him a few calenders to spread.  I felt like this was a unique experience  that he and I are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; we are in front of people putting on a show but his are in front of 1,000 's of people and mine are before hundreds.&lt;br /&gt;    The positive spirit kept me safe from harm and the car running well and everything went fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-798009159836016442?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/798009159836016442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=798009159836016442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/798009159836016442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/798009159836016442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2008/01/lost-gospel-of-mikie-there-are-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-4233762232786807871</id><published>2007-11-27T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T08:51:27.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy camper&lt;br /&gt;   The things I communicate between my physical self and my other self, artistic, finincial, emotional, or creative self.   I have a great time in the morning around 4A.M. and after with God.&lt;br /&gt;   My new conversation with God is about "Derivative Composition" a visual show that is related to your handicap.   I took my mild mannered mop boy piece and added some of my art with the stage performance  and I went to April with VSA and told her.   She said that we already have a script like that  with "Running Angel" and she would try to locate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-4233762232786807871?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4233762232786807871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=4233762232786807871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/4233762232786807871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/4233762232786807871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-camper-things-i-communicate.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-9168980104512529402</id><published>2007-10-26T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T08:25:14.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>superhero &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mop boy&lt;/span&gt; and the stage&lt;br /&gt;I was eaten up by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;butterfly's&lt;/span&gt;.   I was so nervous&lt;br /&gt;   After the show I got so many positive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;response's&lt;/span&gt; and when I had a conversation with my physical self and my artistic self says WOW! My actor self says " This is a show that will be written in stone in your memory.   I had so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; energy.   So many people told me good performance mop boy or superhero or just nice performance.&lt;br /&gt;  I'm telling everyone to write a story, buy yourself some flowers, paint a smilie face on your kitchen trash can.  You will not regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-9168980104512529402?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9168980104512529402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=9168980104512529402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/9168980104512529402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/9168980104512529402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/superhero-mop-boy-and-stage-i-was-eaten.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-4567084672970152906</id><published>2007-10-10T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T11:53:08.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Speaking in tongues&lt;br /&gt;  I was washing my clothes the day and a little girl came over and was pushing her large stuffed cat in a baby carriage and her  little sister pushing another baby carriage.   The older one was talking to me  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tongues&lt;/span&gt; and all I could do is nod my head and say "yes".  Her little sister was doing her own thing. The next morning I was in my quit time and God was speaking to me in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tongues&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Another story:  I about this story about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bonnie and the day before.  Bonnie, the thong lady.   She has been kicked out of the park and was back sending someone else to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;retrieve&lt;/span&gt; her deposit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt; back. The story is : she saw me and called my name.   I went over and spoke to her and the little Mexican lady, Assistant Mgr. came out side and was on fire.  Her claws were bared, her back  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;beautiful  black hair was standing &lt;/span&gt;and said, "leave now or I'll call the cops." The next morning I was conversation with God and this story formulated. Can any one believe this was God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-4567084672970152906?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4567084672970152906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=4567084672970152906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/4567084672970152906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/4567084672970152906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/10/speaking-in-tongues-i-was-washing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-5531013499429753592</id><published>2007-09-25T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T10:05:54.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grasshopper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   A long journey begins with the first step and that begins with buying your self flowers over and over.   The morning when nothing is moving but the clock and your spirit, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;intellectual&lt;/span&gt;, self is conversation with your physical self.   The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vail&lt;/span&gt; between spirit and physical self is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thinnest&lt;/span&gt; in the morning and wakes up with the sun.   This is before sun rise with your living flowers and your conversations from the day before.   I try and write stories which keep me happy.   I think about calenders of my paintings that I'm doing.   I watch birds, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;squirrels&lt;/span&gt;, butterflies, and many home grown flowers.  &lt;br /&gt;    This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;article&lt;/span&gt; is from a brain damaged man that has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;graduated&lt;/span&gt; from the University of Texas with a B.A. in psychology.  I have been with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;actualives&lt;/span&gt; a handicap stage performance for about 8 years. &lt;br /&gt;   I am a happy camper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-5531013499429753592?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5531013499429753592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=5531013499429753592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/5531013499429753592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/5531013499429753592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/09/grasshopper-long-journey-begins-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-2527821262178676765</id><published>2007-09-17T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T09:37:40.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bonnie&lt;br /&gt;   This is a story that I'm trying to put on stage.   Bonnie is out side her R.V. and is fixing her water line.  I go outside and help her.   She comments on how her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Leakey&lt;/span&gt; water hose sprayed her bottom and when she walked away.  She was wearing old white sweat pants that had been sprayed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;water and&lt;/span&gt; this pair of black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bikini&lt;/span&gt; panties were walking away and all I could say was "Thank you Lord."  &lt;br /&gt;   She came over and started telling me about her boy friend, who is married, and not telling her anything.   She is upset and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anxiety&lt;/span&gt;.  I ask her to lay on her stomach and I put on some rain meditation tape and I gently touched her back outside her t-shirt.    After the tape was over she slept and finally said WOW!   The next morning God says to me "Your home grown &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;therapy&lt;/span&gt; works."&lt;br /&gt;   Later that day, She was talking about how her son was coming to visit and how she wanted to get out of her entertainment gig which isn't regular.   She wanted a change but "I'll do you."   The next morning  God says to me "I'LL DO YOU."&lt;br /&gt;   She and her son are now gone and all I can say is thank you Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-2527821262178676765?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2527821262178676765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=2527821262178676765' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/2527821262178676765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/2527821262178676765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/09/bonnie-this-is-story-that-im-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-7553485377162826320</id><published>2007-09-17T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T08:54:22.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Respect&lt;br /&gt;   This is a story that I'm trying to put into a stage performance.&lt;br /&gt;   Center stage is me  and center back stage is Chris, the director with a sign, Dr. Chris, director.   A and B actors are stage left talking and talking and talking.  I go over to them and ask if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; could please be quite.   Actor A turns to me and unloads both barrels, "Who do you think you are?  Telling me to be quite.   I am handicapped and here is my card and he shows me a yellow card with H and says If you are the only one that it bothers that's alright you don't count.  I am backing up with both my hands in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;   The light &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;focuses&lt;/span&gt; on me, Chris a C &amp;amp; D actors.   C &amp;amp; D actors are talking and talking and talking and I go over and ask them to please be a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quiter&lt;/span&gt;.    C actor unloads  "Who do you think you are?   If you are the only one we bother you don't count here is my handicap card, show me.&lt;br /&gt;  I call my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;psychiatrist&lt;/span&gt; and ask for her help.   The next day I'm telling my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;psychiatrist&lt;/span&gt; about these events and say&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have cancer, I have brain damage, and I'm the last one in line with my family and the phone rings &amp;amp; rings.   then the emergency ring  "Dr. Chris I'm waiting out front.   My response was "I'm about to blow a fuse. "&lt;br /&gt;   I got home and called Dr. Chris and said "I think it is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;rude&lt;/span&gt;  to interrupt my session.   She said "Don't you think  it is ironic That handicap want to be treated with respect but don't want to treat others with respect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-7553485377162826320?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7553485377162826320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=7553485377162826320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/7553485377162826320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/7553485377162826320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/09/respect-this-is-story-that-im-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-5607969414551823175</id><published>2007-09-17T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T08:15:44.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Superhero Update&lt;br /&gt;  Mild mannered mop boy has been downsized and now has been created  "Vacuum Man."   I've been with Actual lives for about 8 years and God says the same thing.  "You play to packed theaters every time and you bring the house down when you dance to bad to the bone on stage in front of 300 people in Dallas, Texas."&lt;br /&gt;I was in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;psychiatrist&lt;/span&gt; office and the other session was coming out and He said "I like your paintings and I said "thank you."   He said "How do you come up with these ideas?" and I said "buy yourself some flowers over and over and say "I'm worth it."&lt;br /&gt;Later, I said to  my  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;psychiatrist&lt;/span&gt; "I don't think he will buy himself flowers."   She said "I don't think so  the next morning.  God says "some seeds will fall on cement."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-5607969414551823175?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5607969414551823175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=5607969414551823175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/5607969414551823175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/5607969414551823175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/09/superhero-update-mild-mannered-mop-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-6125117487157194673</id><published>2007-07-10T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T10:17:13.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>vacuman as deadmans cueve&lt;br /&gt;  As you know mild mannered mop boy has been promoted to Vacum man and has taken on the changele of vacuming three small offices and one of the offices is so small and to move a huge upright hooveris quite changelling.  One of the offices has a big desk, many end tables, and many book shelves, and many boxes.&lt;br /&gt;   In the conner I have to vacum then move the chair out.   Lift the vacum over the chair in between the desk and table is a space.   I can slide through and vacum behind the desk and the reverse of this process is comming.   Comming out is a problem.  I'm to quick and pick up the vacum without my legs being firm foundation and pop my knee goes out .   IT does not hurt I rest and then "Holder Newt she's a rearing.   My knee swells.   Vacum man takes the next day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a ledgend in my own mind&lt;br /&gt;   My latest achievements is that I preformed on May 18, 19 at the Doughtery arts Center and brought down the house.   In Jan of this year I was chosen for a University of Texas text book in speechpathology, Dr. Tom Marquart professor.   I was chosen for my good looks and my speech impediment.   I've danced to Bad to the Bone in Dallas Texas and that is just this year and there's.&lt;br /&gt;   Grasser hopper the first step on your long journey is to buy your some flowers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-6125117487157194673?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6125117487157194673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=6125117487157194673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/6125117487157194673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/6125117487157194673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/07/vacuman-as-deadmans-cueve-as-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-6106344742591059999</id><published>2007-06-25T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T08:09:19.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Superhero/mop boy&lt;br /&gt;Jan.20007 I was chosen for a University of Texas for a text book for the Speech Dept.   I was chosen for my good looks and my speech impediment.   The superhero is now in a college text book.   I was on stage at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Doughtery&lt;/span&gt; Arts center and I performed two nights with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;actualives.net&lt;/span&gt; and brought the house down.   I am now a mild mannered mop boy.   I mop the floors at Imagine art.net, empty the trash, and clean the bathrooms.    I now have been promoted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;vaccum&lt;/span&gt; man.   I now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;vacum&lt;/span&gt; three small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;obstacle&lt;/span&gt; courses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; offices  at&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt; VSA&lt;/span&gt;.  Let me repeat these are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;obstacle&lt;/span&gt; courses with a big Hoover vacum cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;   I am now trying to put this story into script for the stage.   I'm also trying to do a cartoon and I have also gone back to the radio show "Breaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Boundary's&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;   If you don't try, you'll never know if it will happen.   Lost Gospel of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-6106344742591059999?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6106344742591059999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=6106344742591059999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/6106344742591059999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/6106344742591059999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/superheromop-boy-jan.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-2543867898637771141</id><published>2007-06-05T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T09:06:52.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The lost Gospel of Mikie&lt;br /&gt;"You spew out vomit and the vomit returns."&lt;br /&gt;example&gt;  When you ask someone to please be quit and they respond with  "Who do you think you are asking me to be quit?  I'm not bothering anybody."  or&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you skip my house and not cut all the broken branches?"  "We'll get it Monday." and no one comes.   Being third place all the time is a drag but when you take the situation in your own hands you lose lose by causing waves.&lt;br /&gt;  On the other hand  I have just stopped at a stop light.   The light turns  green, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hesitate&lt;/span&gt; putting the car in first gear.  I look to the left and a big truck is turning left.   I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hesitated&lt;/span&gt; and a speeding red car is running the red light and if I had  gone like I usually do.   I would be dead now. So God does look after the helpless.&lt;br /&gt;  When I watch most drivers in a hurry weaving through traffic and five miles down the road and I'm driving down the left turn lane and I pass the car that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tyring&lt;/span&gt; to get ahead and I tap my horn as I pass by.&lt;br /&gt;   My question is "When does one stop being third place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-2543867898637771141?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2543867898637771141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=2543867898637771141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/2543867898637771141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/2543867898637771141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/06/lost-gospel-of-mikie-you-spew-out-vomit.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-622022338274822560</id><published>2007-05-24T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T09:10:57.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vacuum&lt;/span&gt; man, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mild mannered&lt;/span&gt; mop boy, and me.  All one in the same.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vacuum&lt;/span&gt; man and mop boy when they go out  to fight dirt and grim they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;feared&lt;/span&gt; by all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;floors&lt;/span&gt; that hear their name.   Trash cans start to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The mid mannered mop boy has been promoted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt; man and now he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;vacuums&lt;/span&gt; three small offices and takes out the trash.&lt;br /&gt;    I want to say that if any one ever hears of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;actual&lt;/span&gt; lives  doing a show.   This is cutting edge material and will go down in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;theatrical&lt;/span&gt; history.   The show that I preformed in in may was one  that gives the whole range of emotions from happy to sad to frustrated.   The whole range of emotions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-622022338274822560?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/622022338274822560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=622022338274822560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/622022338274822560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/622022338274822560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-5159171724131295918</id><published>2007-05-17T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T08:20:24.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Superhero mild mannered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mop boy&lt;/span&gt; has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;promoted&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;VACUUM&lt;/span&gt; Man.   Floors tremble at the mention of his name.  He is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;legend&lt;/span&gt; in his own mind.   He is in a University of Texas speech pathology text book by Dr. Tom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Marquart&lt;/span&gt;. He was chosen for his good looks and his speech &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;impediment&lt;/span&gt;.   He was chosen by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;versia&lt;/span&gt;.com for an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; TV show about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;rehabilitation&lt;/span&gt; and arts.  I am going on stage at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Doughtery&lt;/span&gt; preforming arts center on May 18 &amp; 19.&lt;br /&gt;    That's not including graduating from the University of Texas, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;changeling&lt;/span&gt; Earl Campbell to a footrace, or working for the University of Texas for 17 years.&lt;br /&gt;I am a real winner and nobody can tell me any different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-5159171724131295918?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5159171724131295918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=5159171724131295918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/5159171724131295918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/5159171724131295918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/05/superhero-mild-mannered-mop-boy-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-2802216435061633604</id><published>2007-04-26T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T08:34:00.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I make myself happy.   I buy flowers for myself.  I paint happy paintings.  I take flowers to several different people.   I love speaking with little children.  I write happy stories for myself.  &lt;br /&gt;  Drugs and alcohol does not work.   Eating works, ice cream, but it is fattening.&lt;br /&gt; Looking at what you can do for other people and make your self happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-2802216435061633604?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2802216435061633604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=2802216435061633604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/2802216435061633604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/2802216435061633604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-make-myself-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-323171042539581771</id><published>2007-04-19T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T08:46:52.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Brother died unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;  He was an every morning runner of 3 miles, with his 45 min. yoga and breathing exercise.   He was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;healthiest&lt;/span&gt; one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;immediate&lt;/span&gt; family.   One day he did his morning run and was taking too long of a shower so his wife checked on his and found him dead in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;   The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;initial&lt;/span&gt; shock still has not set in.   Now I am the soul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;survivor&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm sure glad that I wake up to beautiful flowers and feed all beautiful birds and my good coffee.  &lt;br /&gt;   I have a conversation with my dead relatives and my brother  Mark is the latest spiritual conversation.  I remember the vacation in Spain, the picking of nettles, the vacation in Paris, Switzerland, and France.   We were military  brats.&lt;br /&gt;   I should have been the first to die with the alcohol, drugs, fast sports cars, and  fast life that I made for myself.   I should have been the first to have died but God has something else in mind for me.   Life is a roller coaster&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-323171042539581771?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/323171042539581771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=323171042539581771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/323171042539581771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/323171042539581771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-brother-died-unexpectedly.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-18018741600857452</id><published>2007-04-12T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T10:16:55.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a happy camper.   I've lived all over the world being a military dependent.   I've graduated from the University of Texas with a B.A. in psychology .  I've preformed on stage many times.    I write a blog.   I make myself buy  flowers, I go outside and watch beautiful birds, squirrels and flowers and enjoy the sunrise.   I paint pictures &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wwwimagineart&lt;/span&gt;.net and sell many and give away, I've had three of my paintings chosen to be printed on posters and the posters sent all over the state of Texas,  I've had one of my paintings on a T shirt and  maybe a second painting on a T shirt, maybe.   I spread the good news to everybody that I talk to, from people that I talk to on the phone to people that I'm standing in line with at the store.&lt;br /&gt;   So why do I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;condemn&lt;/span&gt; myself.     I am a winner.  I am single and different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-18018741600857452?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/18018741600857452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=18018741600857452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/18018741600857452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/18018741600857452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-happy-camper.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-5711496824913471110</id><published>2007-03-29T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T09:30:08.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Waving at God&lt;br /&gt;   One Sunday I went to church and the cutest2&amp;1/2 little cow girl with her cow girl boots. shirt, vest, and hat on.  I met her mother "Faith" and was telling her about her beautiful daughter and how that when she waves at me from on stage in front of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;congregation&lt;/span&gt;.   I feel like I'm waving back at God.   "Out of the mouths of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bab's&lt;/span&gt;."  Lost Gospel of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mikie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-5711496824913471110?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5711496824913471110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=5711496824913471110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/5711496824913471110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/5711496824913471110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/03/waving-at-god-one-sunday-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-7361072987223755818</id><published>2007-03-29T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T09:02:27.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a HAPPY HAPPY camper&lt;br /&gt;     Can you believe a 56 year old brain damaged man that is still on stage on May 18 &amp; 19.   dancing to  " bad to the bone",   can you believe that I was used in a university of Texas, Text book for Speech pathology dept.   Chosen as a superhero.   No, but I was chosen as an example of a speech impediment an my good looks.   Can you believe I've had two of my paintings chosen to be reprinted in books, one by the city of Austin, Austin Arts, &amp; one by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VSA&lt;/span&gt; Texas, Beyond Boundaries.   My four years of calenders that I have hanging on the wall.  Each clean calender changes each month and has  a different painting that changes each month.   I look at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chile&lt;/span&gt; pepper paintings and try to make next years calender.&lt;br /&gt;    I focus on myself.  I get up in the morning and their is a beautiful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bouquet&lt;/span&gt; of flowers and I spray them with water and they buff up just for me.   The flowers will only last about two weeks.   then I buy some new flowers and give most of them away  I go over to the coffee machine and my captains chair and make a good four cups of coffee.   I swivel around and look at all my trophies and I say WOW!  My paintings, calenders, stage productions, and flowers with the sun rise, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WoW&lt;/span&gt;! WOW!&lt;br /&gt;   Then think if only I had a female companion.   If only some one would sit on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pity&lt;/span&gt; potty with me and have coffee.  &lt;br /&gt;   Then comes to mind that girlfriend I once had in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wimberly&lt;/span&gt;, Texas and all the money I spent pleasing her.   I maxed out my two credit cards and I had very little funny money to play with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-7361072987223755818?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7361072987223755818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=7361072987223755818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/7361072987223755818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/7361072987223755818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-happy-happy-camper-can-you-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-4080396268886172816</id><published>2007-03-26T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T08:46:09.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You'll never know how many peoples lives you will touch,&lt;br /&gt;   I'm sitting with my good cup of coffee and thinking about the lives that I have touched and all I can say is wow!  The people in Washington D.C.  The comment about the funny man with the suspenders or the man with the unique cowboy hat.  When I do my dancing on stage to bad to the bone and bring down the house.   When act on stage for the past 8 years and the thousands of scripts that I've had to memorize.  One of my most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;memorable&lt;/span&gt; times was at J.F.K. performing center in Washington D.C. and many of us actors got on a handicapped bus to ride back to the Hyatt.  We had gotten on this bus with a lot of straps hanging from the ceiling and I made  a statement to everyone on the bus that we would be flying low over the Hyatt so strap your self in good because we'll be parachuting  low over the Hyatt.   Another man said don't jump until you see the green light go on, and people started to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;  The next morning I passed a man while I was leaving the bath room  and he said "Done any parachuting lately?&lt;br /&gt;    Actual lives 45 minutes of fame was at H Street Theater before 200 international audience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-4080396268886172816?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4080396268886172816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=4080396268886172816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/4080396268886172816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/4080396268886172816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/03/youll-never-know-how-many-peoples-lives.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-51044064689675761</id><published>2007-03-26T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T08:06:11.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Flowers  Vs. locked door&lt;br /&gt;   The time that I brought some flowers to April and Larissa.    They were in a staff meeting and the work study student was there so I took out the trash. April and Larissa came back to the office and saw that the trash had been taken out and they looked at each other and said "mild mannered mop boy.  &lt;br /&gt;   The next time I came by to bring flowers no was in the office so I left the flowers at the base of the door and latter I was told that April, Larissa, Chris and Jeff came to the door at the same time and gathered out the flowers and looked at each other and said "Mild mannered mop boy."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I get out of bed in the morning and my beautiful flowers are just sitting there waiting to be sprayed with water.   I sit in my captains chair and make coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I can see the four different calenders, I can see three three paintings that were chosen to be reprinted on posters and sent all over the state, I see the two paintings that were chosen for books one by the City of Austin, Austin Arts and one by VSA called Breaking Boundaries&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-51044064689675761?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/51044064689675761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=51044064689675761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/51044064689675761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/51044064689675761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/03/flowers-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-3688689557148513914</id><published>2007-02-22T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T10:20:56.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Flowers and the locked door&lt;br /&gt;    One day I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VSA&lt;/span&gt; and  April and Larissa.   They were both in a staff meeting and the only one in the office was the work study student.&lt;br /&gt;   I took out the trash and brought the clean trash can back.    April and Larissa come back and walk into there office and see the trash can has been emptied and they look at each other and say "mild mannered mop boy."  They each &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;return to&lt;/span&gt; their desk and look at each other and say "He is a Superhero." and go back to work.&lt;br /&gt;I go back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;VSA&lt;/span&gt; the day before Valentines Day and bring flowers to a locked office and no one is around.   Another lady passes by and I say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;delivering&lt;/span&gt; flowers to a locked door.&lt;br /&gt;  A little while later, and April,Larissa, Chris, and Jeff are there and find the flowers and they look at each other and say "He is a superhero."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-3688689557148513914?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3688689557148513914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=3688689557148513914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/3688689557148513914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/3688689557148513914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/02/flowers-and-locked-door-one-day-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-6457532445562523039</id><published>2007-02-20T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T09:49:57.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last Gospel of Mikie&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs a firm foundation and that comes from within.   The first step on a long journey  is being positive about yourself.  One needs to look at the positive side and buy himself or her self some flowers, and say "I'm worth it."&lt;br /&gt; Then it becomes a matter of self satisfaction and flowers are thing most positive I can enjoy every morning  and more buff as I spray them each day.&lt;br /&gt; On May the 18 &amp; 19 it was  the weather was cold enough for the thermometer to shiver .   I feed the birds and squirrels and my brain starts freezing  and I go back inside.   When it is 29   I watch the cardinals, the robins, the scavenger blue jays, the squirrels. and the many other birds that come to breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;   I'm inside and looking at my 2008 calender painting and my four calenders of the four years I've done.&lt;br /&gt; I think of my acting career and all the places I've preformed and got a real good response from all the places that I've acted.&lt;br /&gt;  I'm thinking of all the people that have seen my painted pick-up truck.   Painted by about 30 children from the ages 3-56.   I painted the top of the cab with flowers and a big HI!. &lt;br /&gt;   I talk with Robert, my co-worker at the University of Texas and he was telling me about all the  Professors that were asking about me 7 years after I have retired.&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story is "You'll never how many peoples lives you'll touch."&lt;br /&gt;  One last comment I will be on stage dancing to bad to the bone at Dougherty Art Center on May the 17 &amp;amp;18, 2007.  Believe it or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-6457532445562523039?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6457532445562523039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=6457532445562523039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/6457532445562523039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/6457532445562523039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/02/last-gospel-of-mikie-everyone-needs.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-116974398107050955</id><published>2007-01-25T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T08:53:01.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’ve been thinking,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   There are two energies within you.   One is the physical, the getter done, and the intellectual, the spirit, or the self-side.   The physical side is the do it side. How can I make it happen, or the side that thinks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The physical side is the loving yourself, buying flowers and enjoying the morning sunrise, the butterflies, the many birds eating and drinking and bathing from the birdbath and with a good cup of coffee.   When it is cold and raining on the tin roof I must be stepping on Gods toes.   I enjoy the many challenges of life.   Remember I am a brain-damaged person that has graduated from the University of Texas with a BA in psychology, worked for 17 years at the University of Texas but had to retire because of brain damage. I now am painting and performing, all over the U.S.   I just want to be different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-116974398107050955?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116974398107050955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=116974398107050955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116974398107050955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116974398107050955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/ive-been-thinking-there-are-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-116948498067456942</id><published>2007-01-22T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T08:56:20.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nicole Kidman, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   An R.V. moved in next-door and the weather was freezing.   I saw a female outside fixing her trailer. I believe it was Nicole Kidman.&lt;br /&gt;  The sewer line had fallen off the brick that it was resting on.  I thought about going over and interrupting Tom Cruse and Nicole Kidman.  "Hi! I’m your neighbor Mike and your sewer line is off the blocks, oh! Welcome to Austin. Texas."   I decided not to and she came out of the RV.&lt;br /&gt;   Later that day the hose fell off the brick that it was on but as chance would have it she was gone and I went and fixed it.&lt;br /&gt;  One morning, I met the lady and she was not Nicole Kidman but I had a great time making this story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-116948498067456942?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116948498067456942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=116948498067456942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116948498067456942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116948498067456942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/nicole-kidman-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-116803693924656365</id><published>2007-01-05T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T14:42:19.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a real legend in my own mind.   The other day I was invited to speak at Dr. Marquart freshman class on traumatic brain injury.   I met a student that was welcoming me at the Speech and hearing clinic.  She had a wonderful accent, She was from Russia.  I found out from her that Dr. Marquart in Speech Pathology had put me on DVD for a textbook.   So I have made it to be in a textbook at the University of Texas.&lt;br /&gt;   Out of my 32 years of rehabilitation I find that flowers are the most positive energy I can get every morning.   Humor is the best self-gratification.   If you can let others laugh with you then you have taken the first step in rehabilitation.   To listen and do is the best plan of attack.  &lt;br /&gt;   There is a down side, I have lost my job as a mild mannered mop boy, because MHMR took the building for their own use and now they have a professional mop boy.   So I will be losing the exercise and the extra money.&lt;br /&gt;  I’ve heard that actual lives might be invited to Dallas again.&lt;br /&gt;   The message I get from my other self is  “go to Town Lake and paint Superhero or Chile pepper at Town Lake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-116803693924656365?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116803693924656365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=116803693924656365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116803693924656365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116803693924656365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-real-legend-in-my-own-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-116803691327351848</id><published>2007-01-05T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T14:41:53.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I am different.   Someone that has gone from being severally brain damaged to graduating from the University of Texas, working for the University of Texas for 17 years and retired because of brain injury complications.   Now I am doing my writing &amp; painting art.  I am someone that gives flowers and helps as much as I can.  &lt;br /&gt;   I’ve performed in Washington D.C. Dallas, San Marcos and many times in Austin, Texas.   I’ve sold paintings all over the U.S.  I’m doing one now called “Bad to the Bone”, which is a performance skit with Actual Lives.  I dance to the music “Bad to the Bone” and in my morning conversation with the other me inside me.   I ask, “Would you get in front of 150 people and dance to bad to the bone?   The other me says “I did.”   Remember footprints in the sand.    Why do you think you got such a positive response from everybody?&lt;br /&gt; I’ve have been written in a text book for speech pathology at the University of Texas, I am a guest speaker at the University of Texas for graduate and a freshman class at the University of Texas in Speech Pathology.   It seems like people listen to what I’m saying and that’s as far as it goes.&lt;br /&gt; I’ve had my car painted by a herd of little children at the art car parade. I give flowers to my friends and to myself.&lt;br /&gt;   Why do I sit on my pity potty?  Do I want things to happen to fast?   Am I complaining because I’m alone?   Am I really a superhero?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-116803691327351848?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116803691327351848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=116803691327351848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116803691327351848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116803691327351848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/different-i-am-different.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-116803687556153205</id><published>2007-01-05T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T14:41:15.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Superhero vs. Colonoscopy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Yes dear readers I had a true enlighten, &lt;br /&gt;The whole process is en experience.   The day before I had to stop eating at 12 p.m.   I had to open my gallon of laxative and drink 9oz. Every 15 minutes until I can not drink anymore or it starts coming back up, You’ve done this before and one fart can produce nigra falls if you aren’t careful.   I now have a more respect for pregnant women, while I was carrying that basketball in my stomach&lt;br /&gt;   Any way, I went into the surgery room and watched a camera and a light in this clean tunnel with red, purple, white, and off white colors. &lt;br /&gt;   After the surgery was over and I was back in the room getting un hooked, intravenous, heart monitor, BP and they were having a birthday party next door and I asked the nurse if I could have a piece of cake?  I didn’t cry.  She left so I could get dressed and when I stepped out of the dressing room there was a piece of cake for me.   The nurse said “get back in your room... I could get fired for this,” I had to sit in a wheelchair because I had been under madication.  I sat down and eat the inhaled the cake and by that time the nurse was their telling me all the do &amp; don’t.  One nurse was there to give me my 50000-mile warranty or 5 year.&lt;br /&gt;    The head nurse comes over and asks me how do I feel.   MY response with an empty cake plate in my lap and cake on my mouth.   With a big smile and cake on my mouth “fine.”  She looked at me and said “Your bad so bad” and I smile.    As I was leaving I got several “Bye Mr. Burns".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-116803687556153205?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116803687556153205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=116803687556153205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116803687556153205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116803687556153205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/superhero-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-116803680539935119</id><published>2007-01-05T14:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T14:40:05.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Post Office adventure   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I went to the post office early one morning and their were two people in front of One man &amp; one woman the clerk started to unlock the screen and I said to the lady Noise from behind the iron curtains a reselling, the crowd grows with excitement and anticipation, The curtain is opened and the crowd lunges forward.   I looked at the lady and said “I’m also a writer, and she responded with I bet a lot of people like your work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-116803680539935119?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116803680539935119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=116803680539935119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116803680539935119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116803680539935119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/post-office-adventure-i-went-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-116803675871240189</id><published>2007-01-05T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T14:39:18.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   One morning at Wal-Mart I was getting me supplies and the last item to be checked out is my flowers.   The checker knows me from before.  She looks at me with the flowers and asks, “Who are these for?” and I repaired  ‘they are for me.  It’s the most positive thing I can buy for myself.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-116803675871240189?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116803675871240189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=116803675871240189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116803675871240189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116803675871240189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/flowers-one-morning-at-wal-mart-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-116803673063343963</id><published>2007-01-05T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T14:38:50.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actual lives does Dallas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This is the most exciting time on stage that I can think of.&lt;br /&gt;   My strip tease music that I dance to was left in Austin and I was to dance to “Bad to the bone by George Turgid.   Let me tell you “I have never preformed on stage to “Bad to the Bone” nor have danced on stage in front of an audience of about 300 people,&lt;br /&gt;   After the show the lighting and sound director said when your naked leg came out from behind the curtain dancing to bad to the bone the electricity turned on.   Heard the hoots, whistles, and cat calls, the audience went wild.  Co-actor said “You are now our runner and when he left Dr.Chris said “Mike you’ve all ways been our runner The director VSA said Bad to the Bone is now a part of actual lives.&lt;br /&gt;  If you can imagine a fat man dancing to Bad to the bone while wearing a pair of black &amp; white pajama pants no shirt.   Well it is a sight to behold.   I asked god if He would dance to Bad to the Bone and He says “I did” and I later remember “footprints in the sand”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-116803673063343963?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116803673063343963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=116803673063343963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116803673063343963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116803673063343963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2007/01/actual-lives-does-dallas-this-is-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-116490304728535355</id><published>2006-11-30T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T08:11:20.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New  game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be happy with yourself.  Enjoy time with your self.  Make yourself happy.  I keep living flowers because I can’t  receive more energy than from flowers every day.  The stories I write make me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-116490304728535355?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116490304728535355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=116490304728535355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116490304728535355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116490304728535355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-game-be-happy-with-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-116490294133947578</id><published>2006-11-30T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T08:11:07.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Retirement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now 55 years old and I’ve lost my job as mild mannered mop boy. I’ve lost my $175.00 a month allowance. I’ve lost my extensive exercise 3 times a week. I’ve lost the route of going to work and now I’m suppose to retire.   No way. I’ll write stories.  I’ll paint pictures. I’ll perform on stage. The biggest trill I get is achieving new goals.   My latest goal is being in a University of Texas text book by Dr. Marquart in Speech Pathology.  Remember Footprints in the sand? I think about painting Kodak moments, I think about writing stories. Where do I go from here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wal-Mart shopping is like reliving Top Gun with Tom Cruse with the shopping carts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my latest achievements is a friend and good painter took my suggestion about a painting and now he is doing a painting of a astronaut on the moon in a wheelchair with the moon scope and the Eagle in the background.  It looks real good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-116490294133947578?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116490294133947578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=116490294133947578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116490294133947578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116490294133947578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2006/11/retirement-i-am-now-55-years-old-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-116283393478654337</id><published>2006-11-06T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T09:25:34.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I look at my trophy wall&lt;br /&gt;   Early in the morning I get out of my bed and sit on my swivel stool with my good cup of coffee and look at my trophies.   I look at two books that two of my painting were chosen for one by the city of Austin, the “I’m OK painting” and one chosen by VSA, “pastry hill”.   I look at a program about actual lives show in Dallas.  I look at the flyer about the art car parade then I look at my painted truck and say “WOW!”   One of my lines in the show is “what makes me mad is people that won’t get out of their comfort zone.   This is where you take a chance buy some flowers for yourself and say to yourself “I’m worth it.”   The “I’m A OK” painting is on the wall along with 3 paintings that were chosen to reprinted on posters and the poster/paintings were sent all over the state.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-116283393478654337?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116283393478654337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=116283393478654337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116283393478654337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116283393478654337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-look-at-my-trophy-wall-early-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-116283390636297201</id><published>2006-11-06T08:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T09:25:06.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just want to be different&lt;br /&gt;   My driving my painted art car that was painted by a herd of kids ages 3-56.   It is the most different truck on the road and now I painted a bunch of wild flowers and a big Hi! on the roof of the cab.&lt;br /&gt;  Then comes Actual Lives and our performance in Dallas, a one night show.   When my leg came out from behind the curtains.  I was dancing to “bad to the bone” and I was told that the electricity was turned on. The crowd went wild. I even heard them and now I keep thinking of my performance and how it brought the house down.   This was because Emily put on “bad to the bone.”  I just saw a picture of me on stage and I no longer have an athletic body.    I remember I saw two cleaning ladies that were eating lunch with the mop and mop bucket and when I entered I went to the mop and hugged it and both the ladies knew that I was the one that was using the mop &amp; Mop bucket for my part of the show.  They both started laughing and asked me if I would like a taco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-116283390636297201?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116283390636297201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=116283390636297201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116283390636297201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116283390636297201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-just-want-to-be-different-my-driving.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-116282918207151367</id><published>2006-11-06T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T08:06:22.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Single, Handicapped, 55 years old&lt;br /&gt;   I am a happy camper.   I always have a project.  October will be Actual Lives performing at Fiesta Gardens for ADAPT 22 birthday.   My paintings are in one show in Penn. And just today I found out that one of my paintings was chosen to be recopied in a book by VSA arts of Texas.  &lt;br /&gt;   In the morning I get up early and have my good cup of coffee and think about my paintings, my art shows that I’m in and getting organized to enter more shows. I’m pulling a car for VSA in the art car parade on the 21 of October.&lt;br /&gt;I sit out side and have my coffee and watch the scavenger blue jays, the squirrels, the sparrows and many other birds.   One time a hawk, one time a wood duck, and one time a fox.   The birdbath that I have is a dish washtub that is painted and has some marble in it and the birds go wild playing in it and every one has drinks from it.   &lt;br /&gt;   When I get up and I am outside I see many of the mothers taking their children to school then coming back and taking their other children to the bus stop.  I see the men going to work.   Everything is waking up and starting to move and I’m sitting enjoying my coffee and telepathically having a conversation with God and realizing what a happy camper that I am.  “ A single young man is always on the hunt.” A married female co-worker at the University of Texas.   A married female co-worker at the SHAC said  “A single man goes from being on the hunt.  To being married and being the hunted,” This is true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-116282918207151367?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116282918207151367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=116282918207151367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116282918207151367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116282918207151367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2006/11/single-handicapped-55-years-old-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-116017320507773719</id><published>2006-10-06T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T15:20:51.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’ve been thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been with Actual Lives for 5 years. I’ve been to Washington D.C. I’ve acted in Georgetown, San Marcos, and all over Austin. If everyone is connected to each other by six people, I don’t understand why George Lucus has not called me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the main topic: I’m 55 years old and brain damaged, trying to remember my lines, staging, who I’m after and their last line. This is so intense till the stage show. On one hand, I love being on stage acting. I feel like spreading the good news and letting people smile with me. I’ve been to New Orleans for a painting show where I sold three paintings. I’ve had 3 of my paintings chosen by 3 different groups for posters and the posters sent all over the U.S. I’ve had two paintings chosen to be reprinted in a book one by the city of Austin the book is “Austin Arts” and the other is V.S.A. The book is called “Beyond Boundaries” and last is the rock en role Chile pepper that I had printed on T shirts which to start my journey .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-116017320507773719?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/116017320507773719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=116017320507773719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116017320507773719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/116017320507773719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-been-thinking-ive-been-with-actual.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-115956277645306823</id><published>2006-09-29T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T15:21:25.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The little things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little things that you do for yourself are the things that count the most.&lt;br /&gt;Buy yourself some flowers. This is God smiling at you. If you believe in Karma flowers are good Karma. When I go to Wal-Mart to buy flowers and check out the lady in front of me has a ton of stuff and has three different ways of paying for three different piles. So when it my turn to check out I take one of the stem of flowers out of the bunch that I’m Buying and give it to the cashier and say “thank you. ‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe in what goes around comes around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking showers and let the hot water run on your head for an extended period of time. This gets the brain family happy and excited and flowing better. It will not improve your intelligence to the point that you will become a brain surgeon. I know because when I took brain anatomy and physiology and this course at the graduate level at the University of Texas will give you brain damage if you don’t have it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain food helps. Vegetables, grapes, broccoli, cauliflower these are foods that stimulate the neuro transmitters, carrots and many other foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee is one of my down falls but you know that I’m not perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-115956277645306823?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115956277645306823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=115956277645306823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115956277645306823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115956277645306823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2006/09/little-things-little-things-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-115955763034137663</id><published>2006-09-29T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T15:22:43.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quit Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs a quite time. A time to reflect on what you have accomplished, a time to evaluate where you are going and where you have been. A time to self and a good cup of coffee. A time to enjoy your surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My quite time is outside with my self, my flowers, squirrels, my birds (club foot. and three-legged squirrel.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I watched 5 or 6 baby squirrels leaves their nest of comfort and very carefully expands their range until they were all gone. Not towards me but to the other corners of their world. A little while later I saw one lone little squirrel, the last one of the litter come out and increase his ability and curiosity about the new world. I’ve seen hawks, a wood owl, a fox, many blue birds, many black birds, and thus is peace to me the painted water bath everyone enjoys and I enjoy watching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-115955763034137663?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115955763034137663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=115955763034137663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115955763034137663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115955763034137663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2006/09/quit-time-everyone-needs-quite-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-115697300487529386</id><published>2006-08-30T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T14:23:24.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Make yourself happy.  I’ve been thinking, and everyone that I talk to say how beautiful the flowers are that I give to friends. Everyone says how unique my paintings are, and how much my painted trash can or painted vases are.    No one takes the idea and uses the idea to do it themselves.   No one paints their own trash cans or buys themselves flowers, and say to themselves, "I am worth it."   The conflict comes in when I buy a peanut butter chocolate pie with whipped cream.   It takes about 3 hours to eat and 3 months of pain and sorrow, and pure anguish to get the fat family which has crowed into the other fat family and they all have a merry good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-115697300487529386?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115697300487529386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=115697300487529386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115697300487529386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115697300487529386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2006/08/make-yourself-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-115697286261161264</id><published>2006-08-30T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T14:21:02.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>800 people sing Happy Birthday. Can you feel 90,000 people giving you a standing ovation for 10 minutes, like Emmett Smith winning the rushing record for NFL and getting your name on the ring of honor.   If you can imagine that you can feel that way I do when people give Actual Lives applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, a 55-year-old man performing on stage, mopping floors, and selling paintings all over the country.   I am a legend in my own mind.   Why do I feel so lonely?   My time by myself is the best time of the daytime with my positive self.   A time to feel my new adventure.   What I’m going to do next paint trash cans, paint vases, paint pictures, write stories that are exciting and different and the big  one is Actual lives and when we are going to perform next.   Sept.15 20006 performance in Denton Texas.    To Texas Women’s University and get paid for it as well as performing for a lot of beautiful young women that are studying rehabilitation.   Could you believe that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-115697286261161264?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115697286261161264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=115697286261161264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115697286261161264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115697286261161264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2006/08/800-people-sing-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-115697268999814222</id><published>2006-08-30T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T14:18:09.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The lost Gospel of Mikie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the little things that count.   The flowered hit man is one of the most different things I do.    The other day I got my hair cut at super cuts and the lady and I got into a discussion about her flowers and her lit candles.   I told her about spraying the flowers and she told me about the packet that is given with the flowers is aspirin.   I was shocked and said  “I though that that was the secret sauce.”   She laughed and said no.   A day later I took a flower by super cuts.   She was not there and I thought than this was not meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Wal-Mart and gave one to the fry cook that cooks the chicken tenders. She smiled and said thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-115697268999814222?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115697268999814222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=115697268999814222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115697268999814222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115697268999814222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2006/08/lost-gospel-of-mikie-its-little-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-115697261892335072</id><published>2006-08-30T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T14:16:58.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Lost Gospel of Mikie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little things that you do for other people, birds, squirrels etc. that make me happy.  Watching and feeding the birds and squirrels is one of the most productive and the most beautiful things I do.  The other day I was the flowered hit man and delivering flowers to V.S.A. and no one was in the office and I thought they were out saving the world or healing global warming.  So I began walking into the commons area, the coke machine, copier and magazines and I passed the most beautiful girl with a full head of red hair.  I passed by and stopped and turned and gave her a stem of flowers and I said, “You have the most beautiful red hear I’ve ever seen.”  I gave her the flower and was gone like the wind. The flowered hit man strikes again with out any warning and like the wind he is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying flowers for my self the most long lasting thing I can do for myself. You have to make yourself do it.  The doctors can help by adjusting one’s meds. You are going to have to do it yourself.  “It works” Try it Mikie likes it.   One day I was buying flowers at fiesta and I always give a flower to the girl that helps me with my breakfast taco’s, Another day I give flowers to my favorite shoe repair man, another day I may be giving flowers to the Wal-Mart employees.  I buy flower first for myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-115697261892335072?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115697261892335072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=115697261892335072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115697261892335072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115697261892335072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2006/08/lost-gospel-of-mikie-little-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-115697253518505417</id><published>2006-08-30T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T14:15:35.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SEX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One spring morning I was looking out my kitchen window at my pots that the squirrels had eaten the flowers out of and two squirrels were playing very frisky.   It was spring and the hormones run wild.   I was watching and the two squirrels were in this doggie position and starring at me and I heard “What are you looking at’ this isn’t a zoo.”    I left and came back and when I did there were two squirrels in the hanging plant and they were playing then in a flash one squirrel does this jack hammer type movement and then is gone and the female starts playing in the damp dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another spring morning I saw two pigeons on the top of the trailer next to me.   One pigeon was strutting his stuff around this female pigeon.  I mean strutting his right wing was extended and he was walking around the female pigeon and sticking his chest out.   This happened for several minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the female gives in and the male in about 3 or4 seconds it was over.   This male is strutting his chest is poked out and I hear “I’m the man.  I did that. Yea I did it."I look at the female and she is just standing there saying, “That’s it.  That’s all. You’re all finished?” This male is still strutting his stuff and saying, “I’m the man yea that’s me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that story sound like the God in  me telling me these stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make yourself happy. Get out of your comfort zone. Buy yourself some flowers and say I’m worth it the little thing you do to make different people happy. Give flowers to your shoe repairman.  Give a flower to the ladies that make you a taco or chicken tenders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-115697253518505417?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115697253518505417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=115697253518505417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115697253518505417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115697253518505417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2006/08/sex-one-spring-morning-i-was-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-115385598702923196</id><published>2006-07-25T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T12:33:07.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Thank you - two of the most powerful words in the English language. When someone says “Thank you “ it means that they are very appreciative of what you did for them. When the other person does not recognize what you do for them on a continual basis, the help becomes tedious and very boring and uneventful. When someone says “thank you: and buys you some gas the chore becomes a pleasure. I went out of my way to help you and I’ll keep on doing things for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Think about it - “You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.” The other day I was at Wal-Mart buying groceries and flowers, and I just happened to see my supervisor buying me cleaning supplies for the SHAC where I mop floors clean bathrooms, and empty the trash.  I was checking out, and I happened to give the checker and the new checker a flower each.    My Supervisor saw this and came over and said to me “you have too many friends.”   I went and said to the checkers, “Giving you the flowers is what makes me different,” and they both smiled and said “Thank you”.   I went to the SHAC the next day and when Shannon came in this was the main topic of conversation between the three of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The other day I was sitting in my captain’s chair watching the sun rise and looking at my flowers, and I noticed that I had a couple of white flowers, some pink flowers, some red flowers, some burgundy flowers, some purple flowers and one yellow flower with red trim.    My first thought was “Is this a message from God?”   Here I have the complete spectrum of colors from white to purple and me being the yellow flower with these other colors,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was listening to the radio and “Highway to the Danger Zone “ came on.  I was looking at my new painting of the red Chile pepper wearing black ski boots, gloves and cowboy hat racing down the ski jump with the sky blue back round.   In my mind there was a picture of these F-15s taking off an aircraft carrier. The two jets fly by each other and that song keeps playing in my head “Highway to the Danger Zone.”  My favorite song is “Highway to the Danger Zone.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-115385598702923196?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115385598702923196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=115385598702923196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115385598702923196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115385598702923196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2006/07/thank-you-thank-you-two-of-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-115273691831921113</id><published>2006-07-12T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T13:41:58.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Make yourself happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go to buy my flowers I go to Wal-Mart. I know the greeters and many of the cashiers. I give them flowers and they smile. I told one of the cashers as I gave her some flowers that this is what makes me different.  I make myself happy when I give away flowers and it makes others happy every time they see the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My paintings are happy and I think when I see them, I smile and I know that the positive side within me smiles. My paintings have sold all over the United States.   My latest painting is the ski jumping red-hot Chile pepper racing down a ski jump wearing a black cowboy hat and black gloves, with his mouth and eyes wide open. I meditate on this painting every morning and the first thought I get is, “How can a Chile pepper racing down a ski jump keep his cowboy hat on?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make myself happy and just by chance it make others smile.  A word to the wise, “When one finds something good you should stick with it.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-115273691831921113?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115273691831921113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=115273691831921113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115273691831921113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115273691831921113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2006/07/make-yourself-happy-when-i-go-to-buy.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-115222192087245650</id><published>2006-07-06T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T14:38:40.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Flowered Hitman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up at 4:00 A.M. and I was having my personal conversation.   One of my internal conversations was about the City of Austin has sent out a search for art that would go into a library that was a post office and I just happened to have a painting of a Hispanic man with a pipe in his mouth and a peg leg carrying a football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One conversation was that of the flowered hitman and I was thinking of the special people that need a flower. Another conversation was that of my happy trashcan and how they make me happy.   My therapist even said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my art that was reprinted in a book, Austin Arts, 10,000 copies; I’m kinda famous, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After drinking 4 or 5 cups of good samarta coffee, I sent out on my flowered hitman quest.  My first stop is Sammy's Shoe repair where I give some long stemmed flowers.   Jon's response was "You would not believe how  many people comment about these flowers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then to VSA where I can write my blog and give some flowers.   VSA is helping me to get on their website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write as much as possible and I just may repeat myself because I am a happy camper and I’ll pat myself on the back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-115222192087245650?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115222192087245650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=115222192087245650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115222192087245650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115222192087245650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2006/07/flowered-hitman-i-was-up-at-400.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-115222169686939850</id><published>2006-07-06T14:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T14:34:56.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning this is GOD. I will be handling all your problems today; I don’t need your help. Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard about my happy cans, trash cans. I told my counselor about my trash cans and I brought 7 in she saw they and asked what I was going to do with them and I responded with sell them, She responded with I’ll take two. I asked her why she chose these two? She said these represent you they are happy cans and every body I show them too says the same thing “They are happy cans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was told about “Fung Shuei”. Part of their program is always have living flowers and when they are dead throw them away. The dead flowers give off as much negitive energy as the living flowers give off positive energy. This was written in the lost Gospel of Mikie. If you are doing what your spirit and what your heart wants then you are making yourself happy. Make yourself happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new adventure now is painting plastic bottles from the store and giving them away with flowers. One morning after coming out of Wal-Mart I gave the greeter a long stemed flower and she was so happy. I could tell by the smile on her face. The flowered hit man makes people smile. I make myself smile. Remember that if Mikie likes it, then its got to be good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-115222169686939850?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115222169686939850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=115222169686939850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115222169686939850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115222169686939850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2006/07/good-morning-this-is-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-115222169145994047</id><published>2006-07-06T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T14:34:51.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning this is GOD.   I will be handling all your problems today; I don’t need your help.   Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard about my happy cans, trash cans.   I told my counselor about my trash cans and I brought 7 in she saw they and asked what I was going to do with them and I responded with sell them, She responded with I’ll take two.   I asked her why she chose these two?   She said these represent you they are happy cans and every body I show them too says the same thing “They are happy cans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The other day I was told about “Fung Shuei”. Part of their program is always have living flowers and when they are dead throw them away.  The dead flowers give off as much negitive energy as the living flowers give off positive energy.  This was written in the lost Gospel of Mikie. If you are doing what your spirit and what your heart wants then you are making yourself happy.   Make yourself happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new adventure now is painting plastic bottles from the store and giving them away with flowers.   One morning after coming out of Wal-Mart I gave the greeter a long stemed flower and she was so happy.   I could tell by the smile on her face.  The flowered hit man makes people smile.  I make myself smile.  Remember that if Mikie likes it, then its got to be good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-115222169145994047?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115222169145994047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=115222169145994047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115222169145994047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115222169145994047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2006/07/good-morning-this-is-god_115222169145994047.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-115168366818062813</id><published>2006-06-30T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T09:07:48.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy camper part deux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been thinking and you can imagine what a 55 year old, brain damaged man can think of.    SELF   The positive self within you.   That spirit within you how do I make myself happy?   A hot shower in the morning, some good strong coffee, my flowers that buff up when I spray them with water, when I go outside and feed the birds and squirrels and water my outside flowers, when I sit and watch a variety of birds and squirrels. I even have a three-legged squirrel that comes for breakfast and a club clawed pigeon.  My paintings, my painted trash cans, and now my hand painted plastic vase that I use to put my special flowers.   Believe me, this self-theory works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-115168366818062813?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115168366818062813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=115168366818062813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115168366818062813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115168366818062813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-camper-part-deux-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-115099723863809569</id><published>2006-06-22T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T10:27:18.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy camper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I write happy stories for myself, my alien space abduction, my mop boy story, etc.   I sit outside with my good cup of coffee and feed the squirrels, one three legged squirrel. I feed the birds, one clubbed claw pigeon, I water my flowers   I    sit and enjoy my coffee. I think about stories, past conversations, new adventures, (Actualives.net is having a show in Sept).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The reason that I’m writing this is because my suggestion to everyone is to write stories about yourself, things that have happened to you.  My father was an airplane bomber pilot in North Africa in WWII.  I asked him about what it was like to fly with German airplanes trying to shoot him down.   He said every time that I flew.   I asked him about if he had ever seen an alien space craft and he told me about flying over the Gulf of Mexico at night and his cockpit just lit up one night and that was the extent of my finding out about his flying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I would love to have known more about his flying in the Bermuda Triangle but now he is gone and his experiences are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If you would like to know what it is like to go from being in a coma for 1&amp;1/2 months and awaking and not being able to do anything to learning to walk and talk, then eventually graduating from the University of Texas with a B.A. in psychology, then to working for 17 years for the University of Texas but I retired because of brain injury complications.  I now have been successfully performing before people on stage for the last 5 years.   Can you believe a 55-year-old man performing on stage and one performance I got a one-dollar tip placed in my black and white pajama pants, one performance I got 800 people to sing happy birthday.   There is a down side, I’ve sent Oprah Winfrey a calendar of my paintings that I’ve done for three years and have had no response.   I knock on most doors and some just stay shut but I tried. Remember, what counts are how many times you get back up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-115099723863809569?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115099723863809569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=115099723863809569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115099723863809569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115099723863809569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-camper-i-write-happy-stories-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-115012753879734229</id><published>2006-06-12T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T08:52:18.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Lost Gospel of Mikie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   When I was a young man I was a military dependent and we traveled throughout Europe. My mother collected many antiques and we brought them back to the U.S.  This was in the early 1960’s. I found in one of the cabinets the Lost Gospel of Mikie.  Which states self is the primary objective.  How do I please myself?  How do I satisfy myself?  When I wake up in the morning and go to the kitchen to make coffee there are these beautiful long stem flowers, which I spray with water and they begin to buff up. When I sit down in my captain’s chair, I can make like a fine tuned racing machine and I can make coffee, get my cup washed and swivel around and stair at my trophy’s. The first pleasure is those flowers and a good cup of coffee.  I start thinking of story, “The lost gospel of Mikie”, my first Swiss army knife, and the alien abduction. I am a happy camper I do things that will my me happy and in turn will let others smile with me,  “the flowered hit man.”  My bringing flowers to different special people.  I don’t know how things happen to me but in a special way things happen that are so impossible that it is so hard to believe that I can be so lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-115012753879734229?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/115012753879734229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=115012753879734229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115012753879734229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/115012753879734229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2006/06/lost-gospel-of-mikie-when-i-was-young.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-114919403426944957</id><published>2006-06-01T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T13:33:54.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alien Abduction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I woke up and found that I had two scabs on my head, three on my left arm, one on my right hand, and two scabs on my left leg. I thought of a story about ailen abduction:  These skinny beings with different colored glitter, with dark sun glasses and wavey hair. They had suckers on their hands, and they were looking for my brain. When they couldn't find the brain where it should have been they went randomly searching for my brain in my arm, my leg and on my hand.  I now have these scabs, and it looks like space aliens abducted me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Really it is where the doctor took off some skin cancer which was benign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked my space alien abduction story.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned to the mild mannered mop boy that get his art sold  and is a happy camper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-114919403426944957?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114919403426944957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=114919403426944957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/114919403426944957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/114919403426944957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2006/06/alien-abduction-other-day-i-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-114858218293574465</id><published>2006-05-25T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T11:36:22.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm riding high now, a man and a wonderful lady come from Washington D.C.   It seems as  though they were reading the internet and saw imagineart.net and got in touch with Debbie Kizer and set a meeting.   The man saw my print that was hanging at Imagine Art and wanted to see my work.   Debbie called me and we set a meeting and they came over to my trailer and bought 7 paintings of mine and were taking them back to Washington D.C. to promote a special artist, which is me.   Its hard for me to realize that I could be so lucky. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    Has anyone ever heard of the  "The Lost Gospel of Mikie"&lt;br /&gt;     This is a gospel of self:   How canI satisfy myself.&lt;br /&gt;The birds of the air, the flowers of the field, my dog named Brown dog and my paintings.&lt;br /&gt;A quite time to myself and a good cup of black coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-114858218293574465?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114858218293574465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=114858218293574465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/114858218293574465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/114858218293574465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-riding-high-now-man-and-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28610591.post-114840279148635682</id><published>2006-05-23T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T09:09:51.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is a real roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays I’m an artist and performer.&lt;br /&gt;Other days I’m the mop boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a young man I had a serious car accident. I was in a coma for a month and a half. Upon awakening, I could do nothing. 30 years later, I walk, I talk, I paint.   I mop.  I  graduated from UT with  a BA in psychology.  I worked there for 17 years, and had to retire because of brain complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last June I went with Actual Lives to Washington DC to perform at the VSA arts International Festival.  The crowds loved us, it was a real high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back home, I went back to my job as a mop boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July, I went with Imagine Arts to New Orleans for an art show. I sold 3 of my paintings right off the bat. We had a great time on Bourbon Street eating all that great food. We were on a roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back home to Austin, I resumed the mild mannered mop boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October, Actual Lives did a show at UT for about 300 students, professors and staff. It felt great to back there as a performer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, yep, it was back to the mop job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I’m performing in front of 800 people, cooking on all cylinders. A 54 year old man, brain injured, dancing to strip tease music, bringing down the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I’m cleaning bathrooms, emptying trash, and of course, mopping, back at the SHAC, a self-help advocacy center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s a roller coaster, and I’m on it. And God says  “Hang on.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28610591-114840279148635682?l=superheromopboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/feeds/114840279148635682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28610591&amp;postID=114840279148635682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/114840279148635682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28610591/posts/default/114840279148635682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superheromopboy.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-is-real-roller-coaster.html' title=''/><author><name>Superhero Mop Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14865195210121143587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WK90jfoJxo8/SDGPzaB_-BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/y7ZUhEbCn7k/S220/Mike-ArtCar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
