Welcome once again to BS Friday. This is how it works; I’ll write it and you tell me if it’s BS or truth. Simple. This week’s story is called: “I’ve heard of worse reasons for sex.”
Not long ago, in my ‘other life’, I used to go to the beach pretty much every other weekend. I had friends who had places to stay and never had to pay for rooms. I made a lot of friends there since they noticed me around. It was one of the best stretches of time in my life to date.
One weekend I was hanging at my favorite bar sucking down free beers and talking to my friend Shane, who happened to be the bartender. I was just minding my own business, not much interested in my surroundings when a woman came into the place and ended up sitting one bar stool down from me. I was on the corner and the place was fairly busy so the best choice was to sit near the end where I was.
She sat down and Shane came over to take her order. I noticed some things right away about her. First, she looked a lot like Elizabeth Perkins (who I thought was sexy) and second, she ordered 2 drinks. She wasn’t alone. I guessed her age to be maybe 37-38. (I was 25 at the time.)
Shortly her guy came in from parking the car and he sat beside her. I noticed something about him too; he looked like Robert Goulet and he kept looking over at me like a shark or something.
I continued to sit and talk with Shane in between his filling drink orders until Liz said to me, “Excuse me, but didn’t I see you last night playing music at that deck bar?” I just smiled and said that yes, I had been there sitting in with someone. (I sat in a few times with this Coast Guard guy who played guitar and sang at the local deck bar nearby.) She smiled and said she thought it was me. The she started asking me about music and was I a musician and all that type of small talk stuff. She seemed nice. She then introduced herself, Sylvia and her ‘friend’ (her word) Ted. (I smiled when she said Ted. For some reason that cracked me up.) We chatted for a while. I introduced her to my favorite wine and she had some. At this point I thought they seemed like ok people.
When she asked me if I was a full time musician I told her no and then told her what I did. I was surprised when she said she knew exactly what I was talking about. Apparently she was some kind of research scientist and was very interested in one of our companies products, which at the time was a huge thing in the scientific marketplace. She started asking lots of questions then about the product and what I did with it... yada yada yada. At this point I decided for sure that she was OK. Smart and cute and funny. I liked her.
Old Ted didn’t seem to be into the conversation though. He didn’t say much until I mentioned that I came down to the beach facility to calibrate the instrumentation there. Then he started.
He started asking technical questions about some of our equipment. It was obvious right away that he didn’t really know what he was saying and that he just wanted me to stop talking to Sylvia. At one point he said “So, does that reader use a laser or is it one of those latching relay switches?” I nearly fell off the stool when he said that because that told me everything I needed to know about him. There would never be a latching relay switch (whatever that is) in one of our readers. He was faking his stuff to impress the lady.
Soon his questions became more and more forced and obnoxious. He then started saying that he thought I was making up stuff and that it didn’t sound like I was in the field at all. I could see Sylvia was getting a little tense now. So I looked her right in the eyes and said, “This is why most of my best friends are women. Men can’t keep the testosterone out of their mouths long enough to be friendly.”
He got pissy then and asked what I meant by that smart assed remark. I just looked at her again and said “Funny, I took you to be smarter than that.” When I said “that” I nodded toward Ted. That really set old Ted off. He was pissed. He started with the old “so you want to take this outside?” and “I’ll kick your ass you little jerk” stuff. Sylvia, on the other hand, just started laughing out loud. When he wouldn’t settle down, Shane had to ask him to leave. Sylvia apologized and started to leave with him. Then she stopped and asked if I would be playing again that weekend. I just smiled and told her that I would be.
I stayed and closed down the bar with Shane and when we were walking out, guess who was walking in? Yep, Sylvia, coming back for a ‘nightcap’. Shane told her that the bar was now closed. She said that was ok because she had something else in mind. She raised her right hand and showed me the wine bottle she was carrying, Behringer Johannesburg Riesling. Now we were talking!
We ended up spending the night together where I was staying. It was a blast. In the morning I asked her why she had come back. Her answer was simple. She said, “Well, being in the science world I don’t get many chances to be with musicians, especially young ones who know good wine. But the real reason is that I wanted to see where you kept your testosterone.”
I guess I’ve heard worse reasons.
Friday, January 13, 2006
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Hilarious Movie Review
I was checking out blogs linked to Awna and came across this movie review. It is for Brokeback Mountain, whatever that is, and I couldn't stop laughing. Check it out. It's funny.
What Was I Thinking About?
On the way to work I had this whole train of thoughts rolling along. It was one of those where subject after subject came and went. Then I got to one that stuck and I started wondering what others would think of it so I decided to post about it. Guess what? I totally forgot wtf it was.
Damn that pisses me off.
I remember thinking that I'd love to hear what opinions my blog friends would have. I was pretty excited to post about it. Now I can't remember it at all.
If you've been here a while and read the posts where my thoughts are rolling along you know how easy it is for me to lose something in there. Maybe I'll remember it later. *sigh.*
Damn that pisses me off.
I remember thinking that I'd love to hear what opinions my blog friends would have. I was pretty excited to post about it. Now I can't remember it at all.
If you've been here a while and read the posts where my thoughts are rolling along you know how easy it is for me to lose something in there. Maybe I'll remember it later. *sigh.*
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
T & A & C Test
A cool test. Funny how it got me exactly right.
Skinny and Sexy
Raw score: 29% Big Breasts, 31% Big Ass, and 60% Cute!
Thanks for taking the T and A and C test! Based on your selections, the results are clear: you show an attraction to smaller breasts, smaller asses, and sexier composure than others who've taken the test.
Note that you scored low on both breast and ass size. This means you appreciate thinner, harder bodies. You are most likely to appreciate a super-model. Relatively, you are less attracted to round, soft, sloppy women.
My third variable, "cuteness" is a mostly objective measure of how innocent a given model looked. It's determined by a combination of a lot of factors: lack of dark eye makeup, facial expression, posture, etc. If you scored high on that variable, you are either really nice OR you're into deflowering teens. If you scored low, you are attracted to raunchier, sexier, women. In your case, your lower than average score suggests you appreciate a sluttier look. Kudos!
Recommended Celebrities: Kate Moss and Kate Moss, but 'em post-coke-binge for a cheaper date.
My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 11% on tit-size
You scored higher than 15% on ass-size
You scored higher than 62% on cuteness
If you liked my test, send it to your friends!
The Tits, Ass, and Cuteness Test
Skinny and Sexy
Raw score: 29% Big Breasts, 31% Big Ass, and 60% Cute!
Thanks for taking the T and A and C test! Based on your selections, the results are clear: you show an attraction to smaller breasts, smaller asses, and sexier composure than others who've taken the test.
Note that you scored low on both breast and ass size. This means you appreciate thinner, harder bodies. You are most likely to appreciate a super-model. Relatively, you are less attracted to round, soft, sloppy women.
My third variable, "cuteness" is a mostly objective measure of how innocent a given model looked. It's determined by a combination of a lot of factors: lack of dark eye makeup, facial expression, posture, etc. If you scored high on that variable, you are either really nice OR you're into deflowering teens. If you scored low, you are attracted to raunchier, sexier, women. In your case, your lower than average score suggests you appreciate a sluttier look. Kudos!
Recommended Celebrities: Kate Moss and Kate Moss, but 'em post-coke-binge for a cheaper date.
My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 11% on tit-size
You scored higher than 15% on ass-size
You scored higher than 62% on cuteness
If you liked my test, send it to your friends!
The Tits, Ass, and Cuteness Test
The I Told You So Day
Yesterday was a day full of 'I told you so' moments for me. The first was obvious, the Dentist. He gave me the speech, in a nice way, about how he warned me to come in regularly to prevent stuff like teeth breaking and more cavaties, that kind of thing. I knew that was coming. What was great about his speech giving was that he did it before the exam and after checking out my teeth he found nothing wrong but the broken spot. 4 years between visits (yeah, I thought is was only 3) and no problems. The tooth in question was the 'beer bottle' tooth. He laughed when I told him that story and then said "That explains the groove in the tooth right below it". Cool.
Turns out the broken one already had a filling. It just got weaker and the filling ahd to be repaired. I did have to make an appointment for having the cap put onto the one I've ignored for 4 years. He gave me the 'I don't want to have to say I told you so' speech about that one. Basically it was a good visit.
The next 'I told you so' moment was when I got home and found that out kitty had thrown up on our white couch. Nice. (Our cat has been having some stomach troubles lately. )The thing is, Nicci and I had just had the discussion about covering the thing while we aren't home, just to avoid this kind of mishap. Me, being all knowing, had the opinion that the odds were against it ever happening and that we didn't need to worry about it. "She never stays on the furniture when she feels sick." Yeah, famous final words. The very first place the cat pukes is right where I said she wouldn't. It wasn't too bad but it was enough that I was worried we couldn't have it cleaned properly. Luckily the stain guard stuff helped a lot and the couch is now clean, but I earned that 'I told you so' moment. YB's a dope!
The last moment came from me to myself. Those are the worst because they are also the "I should have known better' kind. Makes you feel stupid. I have this huge pile of wood, neatly stacked, outside the garage for our fireplace. (Some may remember the post about the giant wood delivery.) Over the weekend I brought more inside so it would be nice and dry for burning. I noticed that the front stack was a little weebly and wobbly and I decided I needed to restack it so it wouldn't fall down. Once I got insdie and took care of things, I just didn't feel like doing it. I put it off. Naturally the wind picked up yesterday and when I went around the corner of the garage, the whole stack had fallen down. It was all over the place. It took me twice as long to fix it as it would have if I had done it immediately over the weekend.
So that was my day. Full of 'I told you so' moments. I hope to be able to avoid the same fate today. I hope you all do too.
Turns out the broken one already had a filling. It just got weaker and the filling ahd to be repaired. I did have to make an appointment for having the cap put onto the one I've ignored for 4 years. He gave me the 'I don't want to have to say I told you so' speech about that one. Basically it was a good visit.
The next 'I told you so' moment was when I got home and found that out kitty had thrown up on our white couch. Nice. (Our cat has been having some stomach troubles lately. )The thing is, Nicci and I had just had the discussion about covering the thing while we aren't home, just to avoid this kind of mishap. Me, being all knowing, had the opinion that the odds were against it ever happening and that we didn't need to worry about it. "She never stays on the furniture when she feels sick." Yeah, famous final words. The very first place the cat pukes is right where I said she wouldn't. It wasn't too bad but it was enough that I was worried we couldn't have it cleaned properly. Luckily the stain guard stuff helped a lot and the couch is now clean, but I earned that 'I told you so' moment. YB's a dope!
The last moment came from me to myself. Those are the worst because they are also the "I should have known better' kind. Makes you feel stupid. I have this huge pile of wood, neatly stacked, outside the garage for our fireplace. (Some may remember the post about the giant wood delivery.) Over the weekend I brought more inside so it would be nice and dry for burning. I noticed that the front stack was a little weebly and wobbly and I decided I needed to restack it so it wouldn't fall down. Once I got insdie and took care of things, I just didn't feel like doing it. I put it off. Naturally the wind picked up yesterday and when I went around the corner of the garage, the whole stack had fallen down. It was all over the place. It took me twice as long to fix it as it would have if I had done it immediately over the weekend.
So that was my day. Full of 'I told you so' moments. I hope to be able to avoid the same fate today. I hope you all do too.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Could Be Fun... Maybe?
Today is the day. Today I get to go to the Dentist and get my tooth fixed. It's only been 3 years.
Here's the story. 3 years ago I had to have my first root canal done. I had heard from lots of people that this was a sucky thing to have done but the truth is, I was looking forward to it. I had never seen one done. So I went and had it done. It was no big deal at all. Then I was supposed to go back and have the cap (is that right?) put on said tooth, but I never did. 3 years ago in January.
Here is my history with Dentists; I hardly ever go. I'm not afraid or anything. I just don't bother. The visit before the root canal was the first time I had been to the Dentist in maybe 5-6 years. When I did go he said he was worried to see me. He thought I would have to be in his place all day since I don't visit regularly. He expected me to have some unhealthy teeth. Then he was surprised. No cavaties. No unhealthy anything. He didn't even have to do much cleaning. I was in and out in 30 minutes. It was fun to hear him babbling on and on about how he was so amazed that I had no problems.
Naturally after the cleaning I had trouble. Naturally. Then came the root canal. So I don't see why I should go regularly since I only have problems after I visit.
What has prompted this visit is that a tooth on the opposite side has broken. I was sad when it happened too. It was the tooth I had grooved by opening beer bottles with my teeth. Yep, I did say that. Way back when in my other life I perfected the art of biting open beer bottles. Everyone would bring me their bottles just to see how I did it. The only real hard to open bottles were the Molson Golden ones. My personal fave, btw. But I did develop a groove on the tooth in question. After all these years of not doing that any more, the thing has broken off. Bummer.
So today I go in and kill 2 birds with one stone. I will get the new and old problems taken care of. Yay for me.
Have a great day everyone. I'll be back later with all the gory details. I will try not to drool all over the screen when I get back. ;)
Here's the story. 3 years ago I had to have my first root canal done. I had heard from lots of people that this was a sucky thing to have done but the truth is, I was looking forward to it. I had never seen one done. So I went and had it done. It was no big deal at all. Then I was supposed to go back and have the cap (is that right?) put on said tooth, but I never did. 3 years ago in January.
Here is my history with Dentists; I hardly ever go. I'm not afraid or anything. I just don't bother. The visit before the root canal was the first time I had been to the Dentist in maybe 5-6 years. When I did go he said he was worried to see me. He thought I would have to be in his place all day since I don't visit regularly. He expected me to have some unhealthy teeth. Then he was surprised. No cavaties. No unhealthy anything. He didn't even have to do much cleaning. I was in and out in 30 minutes. It was fun to hear him babbling on and on about how he was so amazed that I had no problems.
Naturally after the cleaning I had trouble. Naturally. Then came the root canal. So I don't see why I should go regularly since I only have problems after I visit.
What has prompted this visit is that a tooth on the opposite side has broken. I was sad when it happened too. It was the tooth I had grooved by opening beer bottles with my teeth. Yep, I did say that. Way back when in my other life I perfected the art of biting open beer bottles. Everyone would bring me their bottles just to see how I did it. The only real hard to open bottles were the Molson Golden ones. My personal fave, btw. But I did develop a groove on the tooth in question. After all these years of not doing that any more, the thing has broken off. Bummer.
So today I go in and kill 2 birds with one stone. I will get the new and old problems taken care of. Yay for me.
Have a great day everyone. I'll be back later with all the gory details. I will try not to drool all over the screen when I get back. ;)
Monday, January 09, 2006
WTF Are You Talking About?
One of our co-workers just left my office after showing me her engagement ring. I had seen it before so it wasn't a big deal. The thing is, she is wearing it because Office Guy sort of shamed her into wearing it.
Apparently he told her that by not wearing her engagement ring and wearing her hair down, not tied up, that she was sending the wrong signals. That she was sending confusing signals, or something like that.
This type of thinking is weird to me. The person in question doesn't wear her ring to work for the simple reason that it could (and would) get damaged or lost here. The type of work she does isn't really safe for her to be carrying around that nice ring. Believe me, her guy did her good with the ring. It's nice.
I don't have any idea what he means by the 'wearing your hair down' part. Is that something I've missed somehow? Does wearing your hair down mean you are available? And why would he care since he is always telling us how happlily married he is?
Personally, I wouldn't wear that ring in to work. I told her she shouldn't take the chance on getting it damamged while working. She said she wears it everywhere else. So what's the big deal?
As for her hair being down, I don't know what to say to that one. I wonder where this guy is from?
Apparently he told her that by not wearing her engagement ring and wearing her hair down, not tied up, that she was sending the wrong signals. That she was sending confusing signals, or something like that.
This type of thinking is weird to me. The person in question doesn't wear her ring to work for the simple reason that it could (and would) get damaged or lost here. The type of work she does isn't really safe for her to be carrying around that nice ring. Believe me, her guy did her good with the ring. It's nice.
I don't have any idea what he means by the 'wearing your hair down' part. Is that something I've missed somehow? Does wearing your hair down mean you are available? And why would he care since he is always telling us how happlily married he is?
Personally, I wouldn't wear that ring in to work. I told her she shouldn't take the chance on getting it damamged while working. She said she wears it everywhere else. So what's the big deal?
As for her hair being down, I don't know what to say to that one. I wonder where this guy is from?
Krull
Last night I got a little bored after Football was over so I checked out the free movies on Pay Per View. Yeah, that doesn't make sense to me either. Free on Pay Per View. Anyway, I noticed that the movie Krull was a new edition. I was psyched about it and decided to watch it. I remember seeing Krull when it was brand new in the theatre. It was 1983, a long time ago and I was so into that movie coming out. Back then it was cool.
Last night it was hilarious! I couldn't believe that I was so impressed with the movie way back when. Now it is so lame that I had non-stop laugh attacks all the way through. The acting was over done. The effects were under done. The story had potential but it never lived up to it. I loved it!
Of course I like 'choice cheese'. That's what G and I called all those lame, cheesy B-Movies. We would watch MST 3000 all the time and laugh like fools. The actors in those things are so serious! Krull has joined the ranks of 'choice cheese'.
When it was new, the advertising and the whole idea was huge. It was one of those movies that my friends and I couldn't wait to see. Then we saw it at least twice. It seemed like it was top of the line back then. What with Star Wars being big and all the Sci-Fi stuff going crazy, Krull just fit right in.
It's funny how things seem so cool at one point in time and become the opposite later. Lots of things happen that way. Look at fashion. It keeps coming back to haunt us. I still don't get the bell bottoms coming back though. The hip-huggers, those are sweet. On women, that is.
So I got another object lesson in the way time passes last night. It was fun. Enlightening. The movie sucked big time, but I loved it still. Just for different reasons. If it's free on your cable service, watch it. Just don't try to take it seriously. If it's not free, skip it. Unless you are a fan of Choice Cheese. Then you will be entertained.
Last night it was hilarious! I couldn't believe that I was so impressed with the movie way back when. Now it is so lame that I had non-stop laugh attacks all the way through. The acting was over done. The effects were under done. The story had potential but it never lived up to it. I loved it!
Of course I like 'choice cheese'. That's what G and I called all those lame, cheesy B-Movies. We would watch MST 3000 all the time and laugh like fools. The actors in those things are so serious! Krull has joined the ranks of 'choice cheese'.
When it was new, the advertising and the whole idea was huge. It was one of those movies that my friends and I couldn't wait to see. Then we saw it at least twice. It seemed like it was top of the line back then. What with Star Wars being big and all the Sci-Fi stuff going crazy, Krull just fit right in.
It's funny how things seem so cool at one point in time and become the opposite later. Lots of things happen that way. Look at fashion. It keeps coming back to haunt us. I still don't get the bell bottoms coming back though. The hip-huggers, those are sweet. On women, that is.
So I got another object lesson in the way time passes last night. It was fun. Enlightening. The movie sucked big time, but I loved it still. Just for different reasons. If it's free on your cable service, watch it. Just don't try to take it seriously. If it's not free, skip it. Unless you are a fan of Choice Cheese. Then you will be entertained.
Sunday, January 08, 2006
What If You Had A Twin?
I always thought it would be great to have a twin. I’d love to be half of a set of twins. Or even to have twin girls. (Get your mind out of the gutter. I meant if I had kids.) I love the whole idea. At least I did until yesterday.
Yesterday I went to Jo Ann’s with Nicci for something she wanted to get and I noticed some twins. The thing is, they were, well… pretty darned ugly. Sorry, I tried to find a way to soften that. They really were. They were identical. They were huge. They both had 3 chins and even those chins looked the same. They had big old hunched backs and that big flabby thing that extra large women get in front. You know the one, it hangs under their bellies and looks like a butt in front. Scary!
For some reason, I never thought about the possibility of twins being ugly. It just didn’t occur to me. But now that I’ve seen those two, I realize there can be a bad side to being one of a pair. Imagine seeing your reflection in real time and not liking it much. Never being able to ignore it. On days when I feel blah! I just ignore mirrors and stuff that reminds me of me. Those two sure can’t do that.
Weird thoughts, to be sure. I’m kinda glad now that I’m not a twin.
Yesterday I went to Jo Ann’s with Nicci for something she wanted to get and I noticed some twins. The thing is, they were, well… pretty darned ugly. Sorry, I tried to find a way to soften that. They really were. They were identical. They were huge. They both had 3 chins and even those chins looked the same. They had big old hunched backs and that big flabby thing that extra large women get in front. You know the one, it hangs under their bellies and looks like a butt in front. Scary!
For some reason, I never thought about the possibility of twins being ugly. It just didn’t occur to me. But now that I’ve seen those two, I realize there can be a bad side to being one of a pair. Imagine seeing your reflection in real time and not liking it much. Never being able to ignore it. On days when I feel blah! I just ignore mirrors and stuff that reminds me of me. Those two sure can’t do that.
Weird thoughts, to be sure. I’m kinda glad now that I’m not a twin.
Saturday, January 07, 2006
BS Friday Answer
I guess I made this week's BS Friday post too easy. Everyone guessed it right. It was true.
The girl in question was beautiful to look at but not so beautiful to get to know. That can be the case sometimes. It's a good thing I'm not like that. Oh, I forgot... I need that 'good looks thing' first, right? OK.
So today I am going to help my Uncle move some furniture to his store. Then I get to play and carry on the rest of the weekend. I haven't had a weekend without a schedule of some sort for a while. I'm a bit excited about it too.
Also, anyone have any predictions for the Football Playoffs today? I do. I think that somehow the Redskins will pull off the upset. They got close the last time they played in Tampa and only a career day by the Tampa Quarterback saved the Bucs. He hasn't been that good since.
Besides, I have a lot of friends who are Redskins fans so I'm hoping for them.
Speaking of being a fan, my team, The Patriots, will be playing tonight. They get to whip Jacksonville again. That should be good. I don't like that 8:00 start time but it should be fun to watch.
Tomorrow Carolina is playing the Giants @ 1:00. Naturally, I have to pull for the Giants since Kat is a big fan. Otherwise, I don't care much. (Sorry it's on FOX Kat.) Then Pittsburgh is at Cincinnati. That may be the best matchup of the weekend. I prefer Pittsburgh, but either one is OK with me.
The girl in question was beautiful to look at but not so beautiful to get to know. That can be the case sometimes. It's a good thing I'm not like that. Oh, I forgot... I need that 'good looks thing' first, right? OK.
So today I am going to help my Uncle move some furniture to his store. Then I get to play and carry on the rest of the weekend. I haven't had a weekend without a schedule of some sort for a while. I'm a bit excited about it too.
Also, anyone have any predictions for the Football Playoffs today? I do. I think that somehow the Redskins will pull off the upset. They got close the last time they played in Tampa and only a career day by the Tampa Quarterback saved the Bucs. He hasn't been that good since.
Besides, I have a lot of friends who are Redskins fans so I'm hoping for them.
Speaking of being a fan, my team, The Patriots, will be playing tonight. They get to whip Jacksonville again. That should be good. I don't like that 8:00 start time but it should be fun to watch.
Tomorrow Carolina is playing the Giants @ 1:00. Naturally, I have to pull for the Giants since Kat is a big fan. Otherwise, I don't care much. (Sorry it's on FOX Kat.) Then Pittsburgh is at Cincinnati. That may be the best matchup of the weekend. I prefer Pittsburgh, but either one is OK with me.
Friday, January 06, 2006
BS Friday
Welcome once again to BS Friday. I'll write it, you tell me if it is truth or just plain old BS. This weeks post is called: Beauty is Skin Deep
Have you ever worked really hard to meet someone and then been so disappointed that you did? I have. Truthfully, that has happened to me quite a few times. I think I am incapable of believing that the object of my attention is human until I find out that they are.
I once had a huge crush on someone who I thought, no wait, I knew that they had to be cool to hang with. She was someone who I was introduced to when she dated one of my friends. My first warning should have been that she was dating that guy for longer than a month, (he was a womanizing jerk) but as I've mentioned many times, I miss details a lot.
The reason I was so infatuated in the first place was the obvious thing that gets a guy in his early 20's, she was beautiful. She was about 5'6" tall, long black hair and bright blue eyes and she was fantastically physically fit, shall we say. Anyone who knows me knows that I have weaknesses but none more so than a woman with black hair and blue eyes. (Red heads are close.)
She was gorgeous and this should have been something I noticed too; nobody stayed with her too long. Not even my womanizing friend who had introduced us. But all I saw was the hotness. So when I heard that she was single (again), I took the opportunity to track her down and 'get to know her'.
I went to a popular hangout where I knew she would be and I worked my way into a conversation with her. At first, it was fun. We talked for a while, all flirty and stuff and then I started noticing a pattern. A couple of them actually. I noticed that she was one of those types that complain about everything. Nothing suited her and no one could do much of anything right in her eyes. Even the rose guy was a dork to her. You know that guy, the one who walks through the bar selling roses to people. He stopped by our table and asked if I wanted to buy one for 'my lady'. I chuckled and got one for her. When I gave it to her, she acted like I had done a horrible thing. "How dare that guy assume that she was with me?"
She also was very critical of people, even if she didn't really know someone. For example, one girl she saw was wearing something she said didn't match, so instantly that girl was a skank. She was also pretty critical of some or our mutual friends, telling me her version of stories that I knew couldn't be right.
The best part about her was when she started talking about herself. (Best for me because I found it very amusing and enlightening.) She made mention of how every guy in the world wanted her. She mentioned how she should "run for Miss America" (her term) because she knew she could win. "Beauty is the #1 thing after all." (Her words again.) She told me how everyone wanted to be her friend and how she was the most popular girl in town... yada yada yada...
Then she started talking about me doing her portrait. She knew I was into doing faces and that I had done several for other people. She was convinced that I should "...immortalize her face while she was still totally in her prime".
By this time I just wanted to be away from her. I could see now why she never stayed with anyone very long. She was so into herself that, in her reality, no one else really existed. Eventually I managed to take my leave of her.
When I said my goodbyes, promising to call her about the portrait idea, (yeah, right) I noticed that she really didn't look as good to me any more. It was a big disappointment getting to know her.
Sometimes I think fantasies are better left in fantasy land. Reality really does bite sometimes.
Have you ever worked really hard to meet someone and then been so disappointed that you did? I have. Truthfully, that has happened to me quite a few times. I think I am incapable of believing that the object of my attention is human until I find out that they are.
I once had a huge crush on someone who I thought, no wait, I knew that they had to be cool to hang with. She was someone who I was introduced to when she dated one of my friends. My first warning should have been that she was dating that guy for longer than a month, (he was a womanizing jerk) but as I've mentioned many times, I miss details a lot.
The reason I was so infatuated in the first place was the obvious thing that gets a guy in his early 20's, she was beautiful. She was about 5'6" tall, long black hair and bright blue eyes and she was fantastically physically fit, shall we say. Anyone who knows me knows that I have weaknesses but none more so than a woman with black hair and blue eyes. (Red heads are close.)
She was gorgeous and this should have been something I noticed too; nobody stayed with her too long. Not even my womanizing friend who had introduced us. But all I saw was the hotness. So when I heard that she was single (again), I took the opportunity to track her down and 'get to know her'.
I went to a popular hangout where I knew she would be and I worked my way into a conversation with her. At first, it was fun. We talked for a while, all flirty and stuff and then I started noticing a pattern. A couple of them actually. I noticed that she was one of those types that complain about everything. Nothing suited her and no one could do much of anything right in her eyes. Even the rose guy was a dork to her. You know that guy, the one who walks through the bar selling roses to people. He stopped by our table and asked if I wanted to buy one for 'my lady'. I chuckled and got one for her. When I gave it to her, she acted like I had done a horrible thing. "How dare that guy assume that she was with me?"
She also was very critical of people, even if she didn't really know someone. For example, one girl she saw was wearing something she said didn't match, so instantly that girl was a skank. She was also pretty critical of some or our mutual friends, telling me her version of stories that I knew couldn't be right.
The best part about her was when she started talking about herself. (Best for me because I found it very amusing and enlightening.) She made mention of how every guy in the world wanted her. She mentioned how she should "run for Miss America" (her term) because she knew she could win. "Beauty is the #1 thing after all." (Her words again.) She told me how everyone wanted to be her friend and how she was the most popular girl in town... yada yada yada...
Then she started talking about me doing her portrait. She knew I was into doing faces and that I had done several for other people. She was convinced that I should "...immortalize her face while she was still totally in her prime".
By this time I just wanted to be away from her. I could see now why she never stayed with anyone very long. She was so into herself that, in her reality, no one else really existed. Eventually I managed to take my leave of her.
When I said my goodbyes, promising to call her about the portrait idea, (yeah, right) I noticed that she really didn't look as good to me any more. It was a big disappointment getting to know her.
Sometimes I think fantasies are better left in fantasy land. Reality really does bite sometimes.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Swedish Chef Speak Is Cool!
Here is the Peachy and YB adventure in Swedish Chef speak. Thanks a bunch Cat for the link. I love the Swedish Chef!
The original version of the story is posted below the Chef version. I swear it's all true. Well, maybe swearing isn't the best idea.
Yesterdey Peechy und I vent oon a vhurlveend loonch treep tugezeer. Ve-a vent tu get stemps fur her, a sympethy cerd fur a freeend ooff meene-a und zeen tu 7-Ilefee fur sume-a Beeg Beetes. It ves un interesteeng treep tu sey zee leest.
Furst, zee Pust Ooffffeece-a deedn’t hefe-a zee stemps Peechy vunted, su she-a sterted getteeng irete-a. She-a ves telleeng zee clerk thet he-a ves a duuffoos und thet he-a needed tu gu in zee beck und get “thuse-a demn stemps” thet she-a knoo he-a ves keepeeng frum her. Vhee she-a sterted tryeeng tu greb zee gooy thruoogh zee veendoo, I knoo it ves teeme-a tu get her oooot ooff zeere-a.
Zeen ve-a vent tu CFS und I deedn’t buzeer veet zee cerd. Peechy ves tuu boosy tryeeng tu feegoore-a oooot hoo she-a cuoold get inseede-a zee plece-a und preent her oovn peectoores. Thet vey she-a vuooldn’t hefe-a tu pey fur zeem. She-a ves oopenly flurteeng veet zee clerk, tryeeng tu sedooce-a heem intu letteeng her intu zee sture-a effter huoors. Unytheeng tu sefe-a a boock I gooess.
Zee vurst pert ooff zee treep ves vhee ve-a vere-a et zee 7-Ilefee. Zee gooy beheend zee cuoonter hed a heefy eccent und ves herd tu understund. Effter tryeeng tu get heem tu understund oooor oorder, Peechy gut unnuyed und sterted muckeeng heem. She-a ves telkeeng tu heem in her ferseeun ooff hees eccent und ecteeng fery sneede-a ebuoot it. Zee foonny theeng ves, he-a ectooelly sterted tu get theengs streeeght vhee she-a deed thet. Veurd.
Needless tu sey, it ves qooeete-a zee interteeening loonch treep yesterdey. Yuoo ell shuoold ixpereeence-a a Peechy treep sumedey.
The real version:
Yesterday Peachy and I went on a whirlwind lunch trip together. We went to get stamps for her, a sympathy card for a friend of mine and then to 7-Eleven for some Big Bites. It was an interesting trip to say the least.
First, the Post Office didn’t have the stamps Peachy wanted, so she started getting irate. She was telling the clerk that he was a doofus and that he needed to go in the back and get “those damn stamps” that she knew he was keeping from her. When she started trying to grab the guy through the window, I knew it was time to get her out of there.
Then we went to CVS and I didn’t bother with the card. Peachy was too busy trying to figure out how she could get inside the place and print her own pictures. That way she wouldn’t have to pay for them. She was openly flirting with the clerk, trying to seduce him into letting her into the store after hours. Anything to save a buck I guess.
The worst part of the trip was when we were at the 7-Eleven. The guy behind the counter had a heavy accent and was hard to understand. After trying to get him to understand our order, Peachy got annoyed and started mocking him. She was talking to him in her version of his accent and acting very snide about it. The funny thing was, he actually started to get things straight when she did that. Weird.
Needless to say, it was quite the entertaining lunch trip yesterday. You all should experience a Peachy trip someday.
The original version of the story is posted below the Chef version. I swear it's all true. Well, maybe swearing isn't the best idea.
Yesterdey Peechy und I vent oon a vhurlveend loonch treep tugezeer. Ve-a vent tu get stemps fur her, a sympethy cerd fur a freeend ooff meene-a und zeen tu 7-Ilefee fur sume-a Beeg Beetes. It ves un interesteeng treep tu sey zee leest.
Furst, zee Pust Ooffffeece-a deedn’t hefe-a zee stemps Peechy vunted, su she-a sterted getteeng irete-a. She-a ves telleeng zee clerk thet he-a ves a duuffoos und thet he-a needed tu gu in zee beck und get “thuse-a demn stemps” thet she-a knoo he-a ves keepeeng frum her. Vhee she-a sterted tryeeng tu greb zee gooy thruoogh zee veendoo, I knoo it ves teeme-a tu get her oooot ooff zeere-a.
Zeen ve-a vent tu CFS und I deedn’t buzeer veet zee cerd. Peechy ves tuu boosy tryeeng tu feegoore-a oooot hoo she-a cuoold get inseede-a zee plece-a und preent her oovn peectoores. Thet vey she-a vuooldn’t hefe-a tu pey fur zeem. She-a ves oopenly flurteeng veet zee clerk, tryeeng tu sedooce-a heem intu letteeng her intu zee sture-a effter huoors. Unytheeng tu sefe-a a boock I gooess.
Zee vurst pert ooff zee treep ves vhee ve-a vere-a et zee 7-Ilefee. Zee gooy beheend zee cuoonter hed a heefy eccent und ves herd tu understund. Effter tryeeng tu get heem tu understund oooor oorder, Peechy gut unnuyed und sterted muckeeng heem. She-a ves telkeeng tu heem in her ferseeun ooff hees eccent und ecteeng fery sneede-a ebuoot it. Zee foonny theeng ves, he-a ectooelly sterted tu get theengs streeeght vhee she-a deed thet. Veurd.
Needless tu sey, it ves qooeete-a zee interteeening loonch treep yesterdey. Yuoo ell shuoold ixpereeence-a a Peechy treep sumedey.
The real version:
Yesterday Peachy and I went on a whirlwind lunch trip together. We went to get stamps for her, a sympathy card for a friend of mine and then to 7-Eleven for some Big Bites. It was an interesting trip to say the least.
First, the Post Office didn’t have the stamps Peachy wanted, so she started getting irate. She was telling the clerk that he was a doofus and that he needed to go in the back and get “those damn stamps” that she knew he was keeping from her. When she started trying to grab the guy through the window, I knew it was time to get her out of there.
Then we went to CVS and I didn’t bother with the card. Peachy was too busy trying to figure out how she could get inside the place and print her own pictures. That way she wouldn’t have to pay for them. She was openly flirting with the clerk, trying to seduce him into letting her into the store after hours. Anything to save a buck I guess.
The worst part of the trip was when we were at the 7-Eleven. The guy behind the counter had a heavy accent and was hard to understand. After trying to get him to understand our order, Peachy got annoyed and started mocking him. She was talking to him in her version of his accent and acting very snide about it. The funny thing was, he actually started to get things straight when she did that. Weird.
Needless to say, it was quite the entertaining lunch trip yesterday. You all should experience a Peachy trip someday.
My Cool Band Name
I bummed this one from Chicken. It made me laugh! Maybe I will have to start a new band now that I know what to call it. ;)
(Maybe I should wonder how they got 'housewives' from my name?)
(Maybe I should wonder how they got 'housewives' from my name?)
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Translation Fun
This is a post I wrote about an adventure Peachy and I had yesterday. Just for fun, I used this language translator site to make the usual bland story a fun challenge. If you translate it all back into English, I'll bet it gets really screwey, but it should be cool to read. Good luck and enjoy! (And remember, I always tell the truth, except for the occasional BS Friday posts. But this isn't Friday, is it?)
*EDIT: I should have mentioned that the 1st paragraph is Spanish, the 2nd is French, the 3rd is German, the 4th is Italian & the 5th is Russian. That will make it easier. No matter what the translations are funny. I'll post the original version later.
Ayer Peachy y yo pasaron un viaje intenso y rápido del almuerzo juntos. Fuimos a obtener sellos para ella, una tarjeta de la simpatía para un amigo mío y entonces a 7-Once para algunas Mordeduras Grandes. Era un viaje interesante no decir más.
Premier, le Bureau de poste n'a pas eu les timbres que Peachy a voulu, donc elle a commencé à obtenir furieux. Elle disait le commis qu'il était un doofus et qu'il a eu besoin d'aller dans le dos et obtient “ces condamner timbres” qu'elle a su qu'il gardait d'elle. Quand elle a commencé essayer de s'emparer du gars par la fenêtre, j'ai su cet étais le temps pour l'obtenir de là-bas.
Dann sind wir zu LEBENSLÄUFEN und gegangen, die ich mit der Karte nicht belästigt habe. Pfirsichfarben war zu beschäftigter Versuch zu lösen, wie sie innerhalb des Orts erhalten könnte, und druckte ihre eigenen Bilder. So müsste sie für sie nicht bezahlen. Sie flirtete offen mit dem Protokollführer, versuchend, ihn zu verführen lassen in sie ins Geschäft nach Stunden. Irgendetwas, einen Bock zu sparen, den ich errate.
La parte peggiore del viaggio era quando eravamo al 7-Undici. L'individuo dietro l'opposto ha avuto un accento pesante ed era duro per capire. Dopo che tentare prenderlo per capire il nostro ordine, Peachy ha preso deridere infastidito e cominciato lui. Parlava a lui nella sua versione del suo accento ed agendo molto lo snide di esso. La cosa buffa era, ha cominciato effettivamente a capire bene le cose quando ciò ha fatto. Strano.
Само собой разумеется, это была весьма интересная поездка завтрака вчера. Вы все должны испытать Замечательную поездку когда-нибудь.
*EDIT: I should have mentioned that the 1st paragraph is Spanish, the 2nd is French, the 3rd is German, the 4th is Italian & the 5th is Russian. That will make it easier. No matter what the translations are funny. I'll post the original version later.
Ayer Peachy y yo pasaron un viaje intenso y rápido del almuerzo juntos. Fuimos a obtener sellos para ella, una tarjeta de la simpatía para un amigo mío y entonces a 7-Once para algunas Mordeduras Grandes. Era un viaje interesante no decir más.
Premier, le Bureau de poste n'a pas eu les timbres que Peachy a voulu, donc elle a commencé à obtenir furieux. Elle disait le commis qu'il était un doofus et qu'il a eu besoin d'aller dans le dos et obtient “ces condamner timbres” qu'elle a su qu'il gardait d'elle. Quand elle a commencé essayer de s'emparer du gars par la fenêtre, j'ai su cet étais le temps pour l'obtenir de là-bas.
Dann sind wir zu LEBENSLÄUFEN und gegangen, die ich mit der Karte nicht belästigt habe. Pfirsichfarben war zu beschäftigter Versuch zu lösen, wie sie innerhalb des Orts erhalten könnte, und druckte ihre eigenen Bilder. So müsste sie für sie nicht bezahlen. Sie flirtete offen mit dem Protokollführer, versuchend, ihn zu verführen lassen in sie ins Geschäft nach Stunden. Irgendetwas, einen Bock zu sparen, den ich errate.
La parte peggiore del viaggio era quando eravamo al 7-Undici. L'individuo dietro l'opposto ha avuto un accento pesante ed era duro per capire. Dopo che tentare prenderlo per capire il nostro ordine, Peachy ha preso deridere infastidito e cominciato lui. Parlava a lui nella sua versione del suo accento ed agendo molto lo snide di esso. La cosa buffa era, ha cominciato effettivamente a capire bene le cose quando ciò ha fatto. Strano.
Само собой разумеется, это была весьма интересная поездка завтрака вчера. Вы все должны испытать Замечательную поездку когда-нибудь.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
...a fellow of infinite jest...
....if only that place hadn't burned down, we could have had a kick-ass time there. I guess you would have had to be here though.
.....and that time at the beach... well, it would have been great if you could have come along.
I remember thinking how cool it would have been if you had been to that New Year's party with me. You sure did miss it.
I went to that place we always talked about. You would have loved it. Too bad you couldn't make it.
When I go to the old hang-outs, I remember how much fun we had. I remember how we could break the place up. Two people have never been so well suited for each other. I guess that was a long time ago now.
Don't think I've forgotten. I haven't. I won't. Sometimes I'd like to. It would be easier, but I won't.
Remember that time we said time couldn't kill us? Shows what we know.
.....a fellow of infinite jest,
he hath borne me on his back a thousand times.
Where be your giants now?
Your flashes of merriment
that could put the table on a roar?
Where indeed.
.....and that time at the beach... well, it would have been great if you could have come along.
I remember thinking how cool it would have been if you had been to that New Year's party with me. You sure did miss it.
I went to that place we always talked about. You would have loved it. Too bad you couldn't make it.
When I go to the old hang-outs, I remember how much fun we had. I remember how we could break the place up. Two people have never been so well suited for each other. I guess that was a long time ago now.
Don't think I've forgotten. I haven't. I won't. Sometimes I'd like to. It would be easier, but I won't.
Remember that time we said time couldn't kill us? Shows what we know.
.....a fellow of infinite jest,
he hath borne me on his back a thousand times.
Where be your giants now?
Your flashes of merriment
that could put the table on a roar?
Where indeed.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
New Year's Resolutions
Yesterday I started wondering just how New Year's Resolutions were invented. I have been thinking about it off and on since then. I think it's simple basically; the New Year is a starting point, a point that we can grab onto as a sign of new beginnings. We can latch onto that feeling of starting something new in a new era and feel like we will actually follow through. Our dedication is probably pretty serious at that point.
But how many resolutions are things that we will keep up with? Not many. How many are things we should just go ahead and do, whether it was November, December or January 1st? Probably most things. If it needed to be done as a resolution, should we have already done it or started it? Most likely.
I have made resolutions in the past. A few times I even kept them up for a while. Most of them I didn't. I don't think I'm too different from most people in that respect. I think the trick is to either not make resolutions or make some that you know you can keep up with. Maybe choosing a resolution that I know I'll do will give me the feeling of accomplishment that I need to try for some harder ones in the future. So here are the resolutions I have come up with. I'll write them here and keep tracking them throughout the year so we can see how well I am keeping up with them. (BTW, I 'borrowed' this idea from Quyen. Thanks Q.)
First, I will put together a small list of new songs I will learn to play. I have been very lazy with my music and I want to change that.
Second, I will have SpaghettiOs at least once a month.
I will have more sex. (Don't laugh. Married people do get less.)
Next, I will assume full responsibility for my actions, except the ones that are someone else's fault.
I will have a real vacation this year. Not just to the beach, which is a must for me, but something else cool too.
I will gladly share my experience and advice, for there are no sweeter words than "I told you so!"
I will start and complete several challenging artistic projects.
This year, I will be less critical of people. Before I criticize a person, I will walk a mile in his shoes. That way, if they get angry, they are a mile away and barefoot.
I will learn to love my job. ;)
I will still be blogging this time next year.
So there you have it. I have made some resolutions. Let's see how many, if any, that I keep.
Anyone else making any New Year's Resolutions?
But how many resolutions are things that we will keep up with? Not many. How many are things we should just go ahead and do, whether it was November, December or January 1st? Probably most things. If it needed to be done as a resolution, should we have already done it or started it? Most likely.
I have made resolutions in the past. A few times I even kept them up for a while. Most of them I didn't. I don't think I'm too different from most people in that respect. I think the trick is to either not make resolutions or make some that you know you can keep up with. Maybe choosing a resolution that I know I'll do will give me the feeling of accomplishment that I need to try for some harder ones in the future. So here are the resolutions I have come up with. I'll write them here and keep tracking them throughout the year so we can see how well I am keeping up with them. (BTW, I 'borrowed' this idea from Quyen. Thanks Q.)
First, I will put together a small list of new songs I will learn to play. I have been very lazy with my music and I want to change that.
Second, I will have SpaghettiOs at least once a month.
I will have more sex. (Don't laugh. Married people do get less.)
Next, I will assume full responsibility for my actions, except the ones that are someone else's fault.
I will have a real vacation this year. Not just to the beach, which is a must for me, but something else cool too.
I will gladly share my experience and advice, for there are no sweeter words than "I told you so!"
I will start and complete several challenging artistic projects.
This year, I will be less critical of people. Before I criticize a person, I will walk a mile in his shoes. That way, if they get angry, they are a mile away and barefoot.
I will learn to love my job. ;)
I will still be blogging this time next year.
So there you have it. I have made some resolutions. Let's see how many, if any, that I keep.
Anyone else making any New Year's Resolutions?
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Interview With A Vampire... or a Meritt. (Or a YB?) Same Difference.
I bummed this from Meritt. It looked like fun to do. I was right.
(Meritt’s title cracked me up so I left it.)
1. What did you do in 2005 that you’d never done before?
I quit a new job after just 2 weeks.
2. Did you keep your New Year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I do not make NY resolutions. (Me neither Meritt. I'd never keep them anyway.)
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
I gave birth… to a conniption fit or two... or three...
4. Did anyone close to you die?
Sort of. Two of my childhood heroes died; Don Adams (Maxwell Smart) & Bob Denver (Gilligan) That may explain a few things about me, eh?
5. What countries did you visit?
Physically, I stayed in the USA. But in my mind, the list is endless.
6. What would you like to have in 2006 that you lacked in 2005?
Peace of mind.
7. What date from 2005 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
October 10th, 2005 That’s the day the Baseball season ended.
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Buying a new home in my hometown.
9. What was your biggest failure?
Buying my Jeep.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Only in my heart.
11. What was the best thing you bought?
My new computer!!!
12. Whose behaviour merited celebration?
Hmmm. None that I can think of. Maybe Nicci for still wanting to put up with me.
13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed?
Tom Cruise, Michael Jackson, Sandra Bullock.
14. Where did most of your money go?
The new house.
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Opening day of the Baseball season. Same thing every year. ;)
16. What song will always remind you of 2005?
Time Of Your Life by Green Day. Every year should be the time of your life.
17. Compared to this time last year, are you happier or sadder?
Happier. Much happier. I’m starting to understand life and how it basically sucks always. That’s a hard thing but it helps to stop fighting it.
18. What do you wish you’d done more of?
Easy one. Artwork.
19. What do you wish you’d done less of?
Bitching and complaining. I’m good at those things.
20. How did you spend Christmas?
With my family at my Aunt & Uncle's. Then home with just Nicci, a warm fire and some nice wine.
21. How will you spend New Year’s?
I spent it with Nicci, again in front of the fire with some good wine. (Hmm... I believe there is a pattern here.)
22. Did you fall in love in 2005?
Many times. Uncountable.
23. How many one-night stands?
In my mind, I had one every other day/night. *sigh*
24. What was your favorite TV program?
The Ghost Whisperer. Battlestar Galactica. Baseball Tonight.
25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
Tom Cruise. Well, maybe hate is too strong a word. Despise and pity is probably more like it.
26. What was the best book you read?
The Last Night of the Yankee Dynasty
27. What was your greatest musical discovery?
Xavier Rudd, many thanks to Cindy Lou.
28. What did you want and get?
A new computer, a new Jeep, a new house. (Geez, it’s been an expensive year!)
29. What was your favorite CD of this year?
The Blogger CD. (Again, a Cindy Lou idea.)
30. What was your favorite film of this year?
I liked Hitch and Elektra. (Yes, I liked Elektra. So what?)
31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
Skipped work, as usual and played the lazy guy. I turned 42.
32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Winning the lottery and/or making that trip to Tennessee as planned.
33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2005?
"Same Old Same Old"
34. What kept you sane?
Peachy being my friend.
35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Jennifer Love Hewitt
36. What political issue stirred you the most?
The idiots that won’t close our borders to all the illegal immigration.
37. Whom do you miss?
No one. I usually don’t miss anyone. Outta sight, outta mind.
38. Who was the best new person that you met?
Ms. N
39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2005:
That real, true friends are rare. More rare than even I thought they were.
40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:
Tears on the sleeve of a man
Don't wanna be a boy today
Heard the eternal footman
Bought himself a bike to race
And Greg he writes letters
And burns his CDs
They say you were something in those formative years
Hold onto nothing
As fast as you can
Well still pretty good year... pretty good year...
Tori Amos
(Meritt’s title cracked me up so I left it.)
1. What did you do in 2005 that you’d never done before?
I quit a new job after just 2 weeks.
2. Did you keep your New Year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I do not make NY resolutions. (Me neither Meritt. I'd never keep them anyway.)
3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
I gave birth… to a conniption fit or two... or three...
4. Did anyone close to you die?
Sort of. Two of my childhood heroes died; Don Adams (Maxwell Smart) & Bob Denver (Gilligan) That may explain a few things about me, eh?
5. What countries did you visit?
Physically, I stayed in the USA. But in my mind, the list is endless.
6. What would you like to have in 2006 that you lacked in 2005?
Peace of mind.
7. What date from 2005 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
October 10th, 2005 That’s the day the Baseball season ended.
8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Buying a new home in my hometown.
9. What was your biggest failure?
Buying my Jeep.
10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Only in my heart.
11. What was the best thing you bought?
My new computer!!!
12. Whose behaviour merited celebration?
Hmmm. None that I can think of. Maybe Nicci for still wanting to put up with me.
13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and depressed?
Tom Cruise, Michael Jackson, Sandra Bullock.
14. Where did most of your money go?
The new house.
15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Opening day of the Baseball season. Same thing every year. ;)
16. What song will always remind you of 2005?
Time Of Your Life by Green Day. Every year should be the time of your life.
17. Compared to this time last year, are you happier or sadder?
Happier. Much happier. I’m starting to understand life and how it basically sucks always. That’s a hard thing but it helps to stop fighting it.
18. What do you wish you’d done more of?
Easy one. Artwork.
19. What do you wish you’d done less of?
Bitching and complaining. I’m good at those things.
20. How did you spend Christmas?
With my family at my Aunt & Uncle's. Then home with just Nicci, a warm fire and some nice wine.
21. How will you spend New Year’s?
I spent it with Nicci, again in front of the fire with some good wine. (Hmm... I believe there is a pattern here.)
22. Did you fall in love in 2005?
Many times. Uncountable.
23. How many one-night stands?
In my mind, I had one every other day/night. *sigh*
24. What was your favorite TV program?
The Ghost Whisperer. Battlestar Galactica. Baseball Tonight.
25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
Tom Cruise. Well, maybe hate is too strong a word. Despise and pity is probably more like it.
26. What was the best book you read?
The Last Night of the Yankee Dynasty
27. What was your greatest musical discovery?
Xavier Rudd, many thanks to Cindy Lou.
28. What did you want and get?
A new computer, a new Jeep, a new house. (Geez, it’s been an expensive year!)
29. What was your favorite CD of this year?
The Blogger CD. (Again, a Cindy Lou idea.)
30. What was your favorite film of this year?
I liked Hitch and Elektra. (Yes, I liked Elektra. So what?)
31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
Skipped work, as usual and played the lazy guy. I turned 42.
32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Winning the lottery and/or making that trip to Tennessee as planned.
33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2005?
"Same Old Same Old"
34. What kept you sane?
Peachy being my friend.
35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Jennifer Love Hewitt
36. What political issue stirred you the most?
The idiots that won’t close our borders to all the illegal immigration.
37. Whom do you miss?
No one. I usually don’t miss anyone. Outta sight, outta mind.
38. Who was the best new person that you met?
Ms. N
39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2005:
That real, true friends are rare. More rare than even I thought they were.
40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:
Tears on the sleeve of a man
Don't wanna be a boy today
Heard the eternal footman
Bought himself a bike to race
And Greg he writes letters
And burns his CDs
They say you were something in those formative years
Hold onto nothing
As fast as you can
Well still pretty good year... pretty good year...
Tori Amos
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Happy New Year!!!
I have been totally preoccupied but I have managed to steal this moment to wish all my blogger buds a very Happy New Year! I wish for all of you a very happy and excellent 2006.
I also hope we all make it through the next year together.
Happy New Year!!!
I also hope we all make it through the next year together.
Happy New Year!!!
BS Friday Answer
Yesterday’s BS Friday story has a bit of a complicated answer to it. The basic story is a lie. Not much is real at all.
The true parts are that I had a friend who was into the Indian stuff and he and his brother and a friend did build an Indian camp like I described. But I never went there. He tried to get me to go but I just wasn’t into it. He also had a tendency to act like he was meditating or going into a trance or whatever. Mostly we all just laughed about that.
We did have an adventure where we misjudged a creek crossing and nearly got swept away, but it wasn’t like I described yesterday.
I like to take some real elements and splice them together somehow to do the false stories. I think it gives them a truer feel.
So there you have it, another false adventure. Thanks to everyone who managed to read the whole thing. Somehow I can’t get these things shortened. It’s like when you go to a buffet for dinner. Just when you think you’ve reached your limit, you just keep going anyway. That’s what happens to me sometimes, whether it’s a buffet or a BS Friday story. :)
The true parts are that I had a friend who was into the Indian stuff and he and his brother and a friend did build an Indian camp like I described. But I never went there. He tried to get me to go but I just wasn’t into it. He also had a tendency to act like he was meditating or going into a trance or whatever. Mostly we all just laughed about that.
We did have an adventure where we misjudged a creek crossing and nearly got swept away, but it wasn’t like I described yesterday.
I like to take some real elements and splice them together somehow to do the false stories. I think it gives them a truer feel.
So there you have it, another false adventure. Thanks to everyone who managed to read the whole thing. Somehow I can’t get these things shortened. It’s like when you go to a buffet for dinner. Just when you think you’ve reached your limit, you just keep going anyway. That’s what happens to me sometimes, whether it’s a buffet or a BS Friday story. :)
Friday, December 30, 2005
BS Friday
Welcome once again to BS Friday. You know the score, I'll write it and you tell me if it's true of just plain old BS. Today's post is called: The Weirdest New Year's Eve Ever
This is a story about one of my weirdest New Year’s Eves. This one year in particular my friend and I decided that we would go on a vision quest. He was big into American Indian lore and stuff like that and I was big into adventure, so I told him I’d tag along.
He and his brother had built a little campground in the woods a few miles from where we lived. They had 2 tee-pees and a fire ring and it was a place they went to hang out on weekends. When he first started doing that stuff I was totally turned off by it. To me, wasting time with that was silly. There was Baseball to be played or Tennis to work on or Motocross rides to do. Anything else sounded like more fun. Building a camp sounded like work.
So this one particular New Year’s Eve we decided to pack up some stuff, sneak outside and head to this Indian camp facsimile and try to find some spirit guide to help us into the New Year. That was the plan.
Sneaking out wasn’t a problem. We did that a lot as teenagers. Stashing supplies wasn’t an issue either. We had a cool place we made under some bushes that easily hid anything we wanted. What we didn’t count on was the fact that it was Winter, it had rained a lot lately and we were totally being stupid. Of course that last part wasn’t realized until later.
The big night came and the beginning of the plan went like clockwork. We stashed our stuff, we waited until my Mom was asleep and we easily snuck outside. The first inclination that we were in trouble should have been easy to spot since the temperature when we got outside was a lot colder than we had anticipated. But hey, this was a quest. We had to suffer for our reward, right? (Those were his words, btw.)
So we got our stash and started off. We headed out of the neighborhood and across a big field. After walking a bit I wasn’t cold anymore. We chattered like schoolgirls as we walked, talking about what we hoped to see and all that hyped up, adrenaline talk. Then we hit our first major snag. We came to the creek.
We knew it well. We had planned to cross at the most shallow spot we knew. We had a few pieces of wood there for the crossing. What we forgot was all the rain that had been falling recently. When we got to that ‘shallow’ spot, it was 3 times its normal size and our wood had washed away. It was gone. We should have taken the hint and gave up, but naturally we didn’t. We decided that it still couldn’t be all that deep and we could stand a little water in our shoes. This was a quest. We had to suffer for our reward, right? (Those were his words again, btw.) So we proceeded into the water.
Somewhere about 1/3 of the way across the current had gotten really fast. Not only was it tough to keep our footing but it had washed away a lot of the bottom. One more step and we both went down into the water up to our waists. Now, if you aren’t a guy, you’ve never experienced what a shock that can be when you suddenly and without warning have icy cold water slammed into your private area. (I’m sure it sucks for women too but I can’t claim any experience there.) Our shrieks and surprised, shrill gasps had to be heard for a few miles. They had to be. That was damn cold! It was there that I was sure we needed to turn back. But we were on a quest and my friend would have no part of it. We had to suffer for our reward, right? Uh huh.
So we decided that we were already wet and we should press on. We moved slowly across the creek, holding our stash of goodies high over our heads. At one point the water got to the chest level. Talk about freezing! Then we marched on. We eventually got to the edge of the field and started to go out onto the road when we both suddenly found ourselves flat on our faces. The field was surrounded by barbed wire and we had walked right into it, both tripping and splattering on the ground. My chin really hurt after that. But we managed to get around that obstacle and keep moving toward the trail that would lead to his camp. That’s when we heard the sirens.
We shouldn’t have been startled by Police sirens. It was New Year’s Eve. But we were both close to hypothermia by this time and were feeling like we were doing something bad, so naturally we knew they were after us. We ran into a nearby front yard and hid in some bushes waiting for the Cops to go by. When they did, we started moving on but what we didn’t know was the house had themselves a big dog to protect it. That dog started barking and it sounded so loud that it seemed to echo forever. Then the lights came on in the house. That’s when we started running. I have to admit to a bit of a thrill at this point. It felt pretty cool, like we were fugitives or something.
Well, the running was short lived because we ran right up against a dead end cul de sac. There was no where to go. We had taken a wrong turn and my friend, the great Indian tracker, wasn’t sure where we were. We couldn’t turn back because that dog was still barking so we did the logical thing, we ran through some yards hoping to find a place that looked familiar.
Suddenlt I was running alone. I didn't notice for a few steps but when I looked around, there was my friend all sprawled out on the ground. He had run into a low-flying clothesline and it had hooked his chin an thrown him to the ground. Ouch! I got him up and we got moving again before someone noticed.
By now we were near frozen. We trudged on for another 15 minutes or so and somehow managed to find the entrance to the trail we were looking for. It was another half-hour walk in good weather to the camp from there. I was worried by this time that my toes would fall off or something. Apparently my friend was getting that way too because suddenly his plan changed. He decided to find out if ‘the spirits’ would allow us access to the trail. He sat down at the entrance to the trail and started acting like he was going into some kind of mind-trance. He was murmuring and humming and rocking back and forth and when I started laughing at him he started getting mad at me. I couldn’t help it. We both knew we were chickening out but he wouldn’t just admit to it. He had to ‘get guidance’.
Naturally after a few minutes of his mind searching, he was told by the Great Spirit that tonight was the wrong time for a vision quest. We were to return home. So we turned around and within a minute we were at the home of a friend of his family, begging for a ride back into town. We told them about our adventure and they took pity on us and gave us a ride home. Of course, they also told our parents about it all too. That sucked. We ended up bringing in the New Year alone, in bed and grounded for a month. Nice.
So there is the story of my weirdest New Year’s Eve.
This is a story about one of my weirdest New Year’s Eves. This one year in particular my friend and I decided that we would go on a vision quest. He was big into American Indian lore and stuff like that and I was big into adventure, so I told him I’d tag along.
He and his brother had built a little campground in the woods a few miles from where we lived. They had 2 tee-pees and a fire ring and it was a place they went to hang out on weekends. When he first started doing that stuff I was totally turned off by it. To me, wasting time with that was silly. There was Baseball to be played or Tennis to work on or Motocross rides to do. Anything else sounded like more fun. Building a camp sounded like work.
So this one particular New Year’s Eve we decided to pack up some stuff, sneak outside and head to this Indian camp facsimile and try to find some spirit guide to help us into the New Year. That was the plan.
Sneaking out wasn’t a problem. We did that a lot as teenagers. Stashing supplies wasn’t an issue either. We had a cool place we made under some bushes that easily hid anything we wanted. What we didn’t count on was the fact that it was Winter, it had rained a lot lately and we were totally being stupid. Of course that last part wasn’t realized until later.
The big night came and the beginning of the plan went like clockwork. We stashed our stuff, we waited until my Mom was asleep and we easily snuck outside. The first inclination that we were in trouble should have been easy to spot since the temperature when we got outside was a lot colder than we had anticipated. But hey, this was a quest. We had to suffer for our reward, right? (Those were his words, btw.)
So we got our stash and started off. We headed out of the neighborhood and across a big field. After walking a bit I wasn’t cold anymore. We chattered like schoolgirls as we walked, talking about what we hoped to see and all that hyped up, adrenaline talk. Then we hit our first major snag. We came to the creek.
We knew it well. We had planned to cross at the most shallow spot we knew. We had a few pieces of wood there for the crossing. What we forgot was all the rain that had been falling recently. When we got to that ‘shallow’ spot, it was 3 times its normal size and our wood had washed away. It was gone. We should have taken the hint and gave up, but naturally we didn’t. We decided that it still couldn’t be all that deep and we could stand a little water in our shoes. This was a quest. We had to suffer for our reward, right? (Those were his words again, btw.) So we proceeded into the water.
Somewhere about 1/3 of the way across the current had gotten really fast. Not only was it tough to keep our footing but it had washed away a lot of the bottom. One more step and we both went down into the water up to our waists. Now, if you aren’t a guy, you’ve never experienced what a shock that can be when you suddenly and without warning have icy cold water slammed into your private area. (I’m sure it sucks for women too but I can’t claim any experience there.) Our shrieks and surprised, shrill gasps had to be heard for a few miles. They had to be. That was damn cold! It was there that I was sure we needed to turn back. But we were on a quest and my friend would have no part of it. We had to suffer for our reward, right? Uh huh.
So we decided that we were already wet and we should press on. We moved slowly across the creek, holding our stash of goodies high over our heads. At one point the water got to the chest level. Talk about freezing! Then we marched on. We eventually got to the edge of the field and started to go out onto the road when we both suddenly found ourselves flat on our faces. The field was surrounded by barbed wire and we had walked right into it, both tripping and splattering on the ground. My chin really hurt after that. But we managed to get around that obstacle and keep moving toward the trail that would lead to his camp. That’s when we heard the sirens.
We shouldn’t have been startled by Police sirens. It was New Year’s Eve. But we were both close to hypothermia by this time and were feeling like we were doing something bad, so naturally we knew they were after us. We ran into a nearby front yard and hid in some bushes waiting for the Cops to go by. When they did, we started moving on but what we didn’t know was the house had themselves a big dog to protect it. That dog started barking and it sounded so loud that it seemed to echo forever. Then the lights came on in the house. That’s when we started running. I have to admit to a bit of a thrill at this point. It felt pretty cool, like we were fugitives or something.
Well, the running was short lived because we ran right up against a dead end cul de sac. There was no where to go. We had taken a wrong turn and my friend, the great Indian tracker, wasn’t sure where we were. We couldn’t turn back because that dog was still barking so we did the logical thing, we ran through some yards hoping to find a place that looked familiar.
Suddenlt I was running alone. I didn't notice for a few steps but when I looked around, there was my friend all sprawled out on the ground. He had run into a low-flying clothesline and it had hooked his chin an thrown him to the ground. Ouch! I got him up and we got moving again before someone noticed.
By now we were near frozen. We trudged on for another 15 minutes or so and somehow managed to find the entrance to the trail we were looking for. It was another half-hour walk in good weather to the camp from there. I was worried by this time that my toes would fall off or something. Apparently my friend was getting that way too because suddenly his plan changed. He decided to find out if ‘the spirits’ would allow us access to the trail. He sat down at the entrance to the trail and started acting like he was going into some kind of mind-trance. He was murmuring and humming and rocking back and forth and when I started laughing at him he started getting mad at me. I couldn’t help it. We both knew we were chickening out but he wouldn’t just admit to it. He had to ‘get guidance’.
Naturally after a few minutes of his mind searching, he was told by the Great Spirit that tonight was the wrong time for a vision quest. We were to return home. So we turned around and within a minute we were at the home of a friend of his family, begging for a ride back into town. We told them about our adventure and they took pity on us and gave us a ride home. Of course, they also told our parents about it all too. That sucked. We ended up bringing in the New Year alone, in bed and grounded for a month. Nice.
So there is the story of my weirdest New Year’s Eve.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Just Another Night
OK, there was no reaction at all tonight. I only had the one light on in the breezeway and I got no reaction. No lights on anywhereelse and no reaction. ??? I think Jen is right, there had to be something going on that Nicci wasn't letting on about. I guess she'll fess up when she's ready.
Or not.
Here's something interesting though. While Nicci was sitting at the park this morning some guy was checking her out. He circled her car for a few minutes. Watched her. Then went behind a tree nearby and proceeded to drop his drawers and masturbate. He moved to a spot where he was in full view of her and just kept going and staring. She took off quickly and called the Police, but they didn't catch him.
Weirdo's like that I really don't understand. How can that be any fun?
Maybe he helped me out though. After that prime example of manliness, I probably looked pretty good to her no matter how many lights I did or didn't have on. ;)
Or not.
Here's something interesting though. While Nicci was sitting at the park this morning some guy was checking her out. He circled her car for a few minutes. Watched her. Then went behind a tree nearby and proceeded to drop his drawers and masturbate. He moved to a spot where he was in full view of her and just kept going and staring. She took off quickly and called the Police, but they didn't catch him.
Weirdo's like that I really don't understand. How can that be any fun?
Maybe he helped me out though. After that prime example of manliness, I probably looked pretty good to her no matter how many lights I did or didn't have on. ;)
It Was One Of Those Nights
Did you ever have one of ‘those’ nights? The kind that starts out wrong and just won’t straighten up? That’s what happened to me last night. The whole evening sucked and it started with just one small misplaced sentence that pissed me off. It should have just started and ended quickly, but somehow it blossomed into this big ass issue. Ruined the evening.
Nicci came stomping into the house, yelling about how the breezeway light wasn’t turned on. She wants it turned on every evening. Like an idiot, I asked why. A simple question. Easy to answer. But no, it turned into a ‘bash YB’ scene. She wanted it on. That was all.
And I’m supposed to be a mind reader apparently.
Now, I could see that she might have a reason for this if the garage light and the kitchen light weren’t on already. If I had turned on the breezeway light, she would have needed sunglasses to keep her from getting blinded. I swear she would turn all the lights on in the house all the time if she could. The electric company would be really happy with her if she had her way. I didn’t get it at all. She actually kind of freaked out. There was this whole big scene about that damn light. Mostly I just listened. But it was a scene.
I remember later sitting with Nicci still wondering why she had snapped about something so silly. She was jabbering on & on about stuff like nothing had happened. Me, I wasn’t even listening. In my mind I was thinking “Why doesn’t she just shut up? Can’t she see I’m not interested? How did I end up here? This whole scene is just grating on me. Geez, when will this night ever end?” I just couldn’t get past the freak-out. I stayed annoyed and irritable all evening.
Finally I just got up and went away (to the basement). I knew I would make things worse if I hung around any more. Still today I’m wondering wtf that whole scene was about. Tonight I’ll turn on just the stupid breezeway light and nothing else. There will be a lot less light, but I’ll get to see how she reacts to that one.
Sometimes I wonder how anyone stays in a relationship anymore. It’s the stupid little things that drive a person crazy.
Nicci came stomping into the house, yelling about how the breezeway light wasn’t turned on. She wants it turned on every evening. Like an idiot, I asked why. A simple question. Easy to answer. But no, it turned into a ‘bash YB’ scene. She wanted it on. That was all.
And I’m supposed to be a mind reader apparently.
Now, I could see that she might have a reason for this if the garage light and the kitchen light weren’t on already. If I had turned on the breezeway light, she would have needed sunglasses to keep her from getting blinded. I swear she would turn all the lights on in the house all the time if she could. The electric company would be really happy with her if she had her way. I didn’t get it at all. She actually kind of freaked out. There was this whole big scene about that damn light. Mostly I just listened. But it was a scene.
I remember later sitting with Nicci still wondering why she had snapped about something so silly. She was jabbering on & on about stuff like nothing had happened. Me, I wasn’t even listening. In my mind I was thinking “Why doesn’t she just shut up? Can’t she see I’m not interested? How did I end up here? This whole scene is just grating on me. Geez, when will this night ever end?” I just couldn’t get past the freak-out. I stayed annoyed and irritable all evening.
Finally I just got up and went away (to the basement). I knew I would make things worse if I hung around any more. Still today I’m wondering wtf that whole scene was about. Tonight I’ll turn on just the stupid breezeway light and nothing else. There will be a lot less light, but I’ll get to see how she reacts to that one.
Sometimes I wonder how anyone stays in a relationship anymore. It’s the stupid little things that drive a person crazy.
Latest Poll Results
I had such a crappy night last night. So this morning I am copping out with a new Poll post. I'll write about the crap-fest later.
The results of the Christmas Special Poll were fairly predictable. It seems everyone loves A Christmas Story and of course Charlie Brown. It's A Wonderful Life is still one of my all time faves too.
I noticed that there was one vote for a write-in, but I never saw the write in. Most likely it was for A Nightmare Before Christmas. That one seems to be pretty popular. I may have to see it some day.
The new Poll(s) are posted. This time they're more serious. I keep hearing all these 'official' polls in the news and I wanted to see exactly how my blog friends feel about the Iraq situation. The one good thing that should come of it is the fact that I always stay on schedule when there is a serious Poll posted. Next week they will be gone. I tend to have problems staying focused on reality too long. :)
Have at it.
Which is the greatest Christmas Special ever?
Selection Votes
It's A Wonderful Life 18% 6
A Christmas Story 32% 11
A Charlie Brown Christmas 21% 7
How The Grinch Stole Christmas 9% 3
A Christmas Carol (Scrooge) *Whatever version... 3% 1
Miracle On 34th Street 3% 1
Rudolph The Red-nosed Reindeer 12% 4
Santa Claus Is Comin' To Town 0% 0
Frosty The Snowman 0% 0
Ernest Saves Christmas :) 0% 0
**Write any favorites I missed in Comments 3% 1
34 votes total
Poll results are subject to error. Pollhost.com does not pre-screen the content of polls created by Pollhost customers.
The results of the Christmas Special Poll were fairly predictable. It seems everyone loves A Christmas Story and of course Charlie Brown. It's A Wonderful Life is still one of my all time faves too.
I noticed that there was one vote for a write-in, but I never saw the write in. Most likely it was for A Nightmare Before Christmas. That one seems to be pretty popular. I may have to see it some day.
The new Poll(s) are posted. This time they're more serious. I keep hearing all these 'official' polls in the news and I wanted to see exactly how my blog friends feel about the Iraq situation. The one good thing that should come of it is the fact that I always stay on schedule when there is a serious Poll posted. Next week they will be gone. I tend to have problems staying focused on reality too long. :)
Have at it.
Which is the greatest Christmas Special ever?
Selection Votes
It's A Wonderful Life 18% 6
A Christmas Story 32% 11
A Charlie Brown Christmas 21% 7
How The Grinch Stole Christmas 9% 3
A Christmas Carol (Scrooge) *Whatever version... 3% 1
Miracle On 34th Street 3% 1
Rudolph The Red-nosed Reindeer 12% 4
Santa Claus Is Comin' To Town 0% 0
Frosty The Snowman 0% 0
Ernest Saves Christmas :) 0% 0
**Write any favorites I missed in Comments 3% 1
34 votes total
Poll results are subject to error. Pollhost.com does not pre-screen the content of polls created by Pollhost customers.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Racism
I don’t usually write about this kind of thing but lately it’s on my mind. Recently I had a conversation with a friend who happens to be a black woman. She was telling me how racism isn’t just relegated to the stereotypical between races bigotry. Apparently there is racism within races.
Now I know I tend to go through life in a little bit of a goofy, whatever happens - happens type of mindset, but I truthfully had no idea about this issue. While we were talking I was stunned to hear some things I was told.
She said that within black communities and even within families that some people are racist. She has a relative that has darker skin and he doesn’t like darker skinned people. He only likes light skinned women or white women. He even shuns his own children that were born with darker skin.
She told me that an ex-boyfriend of hers had a Grandmother that would not allow the darker skinned grandkids into her home. She hated their skin color. Then she told me about a friend of hers that is from Puerto Rico. She has darker skin than her siblings and has naturally curly hair. Her siblings have lighter skin color and straight hair, so she was basically shunned by her family and now they don’t even talk to her anymore.
I had no idea this type of thing was common. It has been on my mind since our conversation. But when I think about it, I shouldn’t be surprised at all. I’ve known white people who react the same way. I just didn’t pay any attention. For instance, I knew a white guy who hated anyone with red hair. To him, that was a sign of inferiority. I have no idea how a person can come to that conclusion. Or there is the obvious example of groups like the skin-heads who hate anyone not like them. Even whites if they are silly enough to be born Jewish or something like that.
I remember the first time I realized my Mother was a bit of a racist. I had a crush on this very pretty black girl and we started hanging out together. (I think I was about 12-13 at the time.) One day she came to visit and when she left my Mom told me she wasn’t allowed in her house. She wasn’t ‘our kind’. That was my first real experience with it and it left me feeling like my Mother was a jerk. I wasn’t impressed at all. I was ashamed that she could say that about someone. We lived in a poor neighborhood and the population was probably 50-50 black and white. It never occurred to me that something was wrong with having black friends. Needless to say, I ignored her, which is what teenagers will do anyway when it comes to almost anything a parent will tell them. But this time, I had good reason to ignore her opinion.
I just don’t get this. I sometimes can be naive about stuff, but interracial racism is a new concept to me. It’s been there but I guess I just didn’t pay attention. The thing is racism doesn’t make sense to me in any form. People are born as they are. They don’t have a choice about what they look like. How can that be held against them? Guilt by association is not a good reason for any kind of hate.
These types of attitudes seem to be especially prevalent with older people. Whether they are black or white doesn’t seem to matter. I worked with a black lady for years who was the biggest racist I’ve met to date. She was a pretty cool person except for that. When her son started dating a white woman, you would have thought the world was ending. But the older people went through a lot more bigotry than people my age or younger. I think as time goes on, it should just keep getting better. I hope so.
Personally, if I like someone or they are attractive to me, I don’t care what race they are. If a woman is sexy, she’s sexy. If a person is interesting, they are OK with me. I just don’t get the whole ‘superior race’ concept. I especially don’t get being prejudiced against a family member for looking different than you do. That makes me believe that the human race still has a very long way to go.
Now I know I tend to go through life in a little bit of a goofy, whatever happens - happens type of mindset, but I truthfully had no idea about this issue. While we were talking I was stunned to hear some things I was told.
She said that within black communities and even within families that some people are racist. She has a relative that has darker skin and he doesn’t like darker skinned people. He only likes light skinned women or white women. He even shuns his own children that were born with darker skin.
She told me that an ex-boyfriend of hers had a Grandmother that would not allow the darker skinned grandkids into her home. She hated their skin color. Then she told me about a friend of hers that is from Puerto Rico. She has darker skin than her siblings and has naturally curly hair. Her siblings have lighter skin color and straight hair, so she was basically shunned by her family and now they don’t even talk to her anymore.
I had no idea this type of thing was common. It has been on my mind since our conversation. But when I think about it, I shouldn’t be surprised at all. I’ve known white people who react the same way. I just didn’t pay any attention. For instance, I knew a white guy who hated anyone with red hair. To him, that was a sign of inferiority. I have no idea how a person can come to that conclusion. Or there is the obvious example of groups like the skin-heads who hate anyone not like them. Even whites if they are silly enough to be born Jewish or something like that.
I remember the first time I realized my Mother was a bit of a racist. I had a crush on this very pretty black girl and we started hanging out together. (I think I was about 12-13 at the time.) One day she came to visit and when she left my Mom told me she wasn’t allowed in her house. She wasn’t ‘our kind’. That was my first real experience with it and it left me feeling like my Mother was a jerk. I wasn’t impressed at all. I was ashamed that she could say that about someone. We lived in a poor neighborhood and the population was probably 50-50 black and white. It never occurred to me that something was wrong with having black friends. Needless to say, I ignored her, which is what teenagers will do anyway when it comes to almost anything a parent will tell them. But this time, I had good reason to ignore her opinion.
I just don’t get this. I sometimes can be naive about stuff, but interracial racism is a new concept to me. It’s been there but I guess I just didn’t pay attention. The thing is racism doesn’t make sense to me in any form. People are born as they are. They don’t have a choice about what they look like. How can that be held against them? Guilt by association is not a good reason for any kind of hate.
These types of attitudes seem to be especially prevalent with older people. Whether they are black or white doesn’t seem to matter. I worked with a black lady for years who was the biggest racist I’ve met to date. She was a pretty cool person except for that. When her son started dating a white woman, you would have thought the world was ending. But the older people went through a lot more bigotry than people my age or younger. I think as time goes on, it should just keep getting better. I hope so.
Personally, if I like someone or they are attractive to me, I don’t care what race they are. If a woman is sexy, she’s sexy. If a person is interesting, they are OK with me. I just don’t get the whole ‘superior race’ concept. I especially don’t get being prejudiced against a family member for looking different than you do. That makes me believe that the human race still has a very long way to go.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Post Christmas Blues?
Anyone got the post Christmas Blues?
Nah, me neither. I don't get those Christmas let downs. The Christmas weekend was great. I got to hang with family, friends and had some nice alone time with Nicci. Plus I had so many good things to eat! All weekend. How can that be bad?
I scored big with gifts too. Funny thing about that is that we weren't going to exchange gifts this year, again. But every year it's the same. We plan to not exchange gifts and we don't keep to it.
I can't help it. I love giving gifts so I usually start the buying. Then Nicci finds out and probably feels guilty or something and it just snowballs. Personally, I think she likes buying gifts too and I give her a good excuse to start.
I did have one special moment I will share. I was sitting at our front window Christmas morning watching the sunrise. The mountains are right in front of the house so we get an awesome view of the sunrise. The sky turned all kinds of amazing colors and kept changing as the seconds went by. I sat in front of the fire and watched and had one of those Hallmark moments of clarity. I realized that I had every reason to be content. I had everything a person could need. I had had an awesome year and I really didn't have anything to complain about, even though I do, silly boy that I can be. I had good family, good friends and even realized that a lot of my acquaintances in the blog world have become real friends. That made me smile. Who would have thought that was possible? Not me.
So now it's back to work. I really don't mind so much today for some reason. Maybe one reason is that we have another long weekend coming right away. That's always cool. But I do have some stuff to do and hopefully the week will blow right on by. Don't take that as me being happy to be at work. I didn't lose my mind over the weekend or anything. I'm just coping well today.
Let's hope it lasts. :)
Nah, me neither. I don't get those Christmas let downs. The Christmas weekend was great. I got to hang with family, friends and had some nice alone time with Nicci. Plus I had so many good things to eat! All weekend. How can that be bad?
I scored big with gifts too. Funny thing about that is that we weren't going to exchange gifts this year, again. But every year it's the same. We plan to not exchange gifts and we don't keep to it.
I can't help it. I love giving gifts so I usually start the buying. Then Nicci finds out and probably feels guilty or something and it just snowballs. Personally, I think she likes buying gifts too and I give her a good excuse to start.
I did have one special moment I will share. I was sitting at our front window Christmas morning watching the sunrise. The mountains are right in front of the house so we get an awesome view of the sunrise. The sky turned all kinds of amazing colors and kept changing as the seconds went by. I sat in front of the fire and watched and had one of those Hallmark moments of clarity. I realized that I had every reason to be content. I had everything a person could need. I had had an awesome year and I really didn't have anything to complain about, even though I do, silly boy that I can be. I had good family, good friends and even realized that a lot of my acquaintances in the blog world have become real friends. That made me smile. Who would have thought that was possible? Not me.
So now it's back to work. I really don't mind so much today for some reason. Maybe one reason is that we have another long weekend coming right away. That's always cool. But I do have some stuff to do and hopefully the week will blow right on by. Don't take that as me being happy to be at work. I didn't lose my mind over the weekend or anything. I'm just coping well today.
Let's hope it lasts. :)
Monday, December 26, 2005
The Adventures Of Slim Stickley
Welcome to the adventures of Slim Stickley. (A Post-It Note drama from YB Productions)
This is Slim Stickley a mild-mannered regular guy. But like most regular guys, Slim has a secret. By day Slim is an Assistant Manager in the shoe department of the local Wal-Mart, but when needed...
Slim changes to Super Slim! Protector of Truth, Champion of Justice and Hero to everyone (who doesn’t have him arrested).
Today we see Slim strolling down the street after a grueling day of toe cheese and screaming kids when his above average hearing picks up a commotion at Starbuck’s...
Quickly Slim dashes into the nearest phone booth to change into his Super Slim outfit....
That’s when the Police notice something isn’t quite right....
“Hey! What do you think you are doing in there?”, the Cop yells. “This isn’t your personal dressing room!”
“But officer, I must help the oppressed suffering at Starbuck’s. They were short-changed.” Slim answers desperately.
The officer realizes he isn’t dealing with an average citizen here. “What the heck is wrong with you? Are you some kind of freak? Get dressed and get out of that phone booth!”
Slim quickly processes his options via his slightly above-average mind powers. He realizes the Cop isn’t messing with him. So he does the right thing and prepares to get back into his mild mannered Slim costume. One problem, he forgets that he hasn’t put on his pants before bending down for his clothes....
That’s when the nice officer decides he’s had enough....
He talks Slim into coming with him peaceably.
Then offers him a ride in his new truck.
Slim get’s one phone call. Later that day Slim’s wife comes to bail him out. She has great patience with Slim because she knows his secret....
But none of this deters our Hero. He has had some scrapes with the misunderstanding public before. He vows that he will still fight for truth and justice.
But now things may get a little tougher since Slim has to register as a sex offender. Who knew that inadvertently shooting a Cop the moon could mark you for life?
Slim sure didn’t.
The End.
Tune in again next time for the further adventures of Slim Stickly!
This is Slim Stickley a mild-mannered regular guy. But like most regular guys, Slim has a secret. By day Slim is an Assistant Manager in the shoe department of the local Wal-Mart, but when needed...
Slim changes to Super Slim! Protector of Truth, Champion of Justice and Hero to everyone (who doesn’t have him arrested).
Today we see Slim strolling down the street after a grueling day of toe cheese and screaming kids when his above average hearing picks up a commotion at Starbuck’s...
Quickly Slim dashes into the nearest phone booth to change into his Super Slim outfit....
That’s when the Police notice something isn’t quite right....
“Hey! What do you think you are doing in there?”, the Cop yells. “This isn’t your personal dressing room!”“But officer, I must help the oppressed suffering at Starbuck’s. They were short-changed.” Slim answers desperately.
The officer realizes he isn’t dealing with an average citizen here. “What the heck is wrong with you? Are you some kind of freak? Get dressed and get out of that phone booth!”
Slim quickly processes his options via his slightly above-average mind powers. He realizes the Cop isn’t messing with him. So he does the right thing and prepares to get back into his mild mannered Slim costume. One problem, he forgets that he hasn’t put on his pants before bending down for his clothes....
That’s when the nice officer decides he’s had enough....
He talks Slim into coming with him peaceably.
Then offers him a ride in his new truck.
Slim get’s one phone call. Later that day Slim’s wife comes to bail him out. She has great patience with Slim because she knows his secret....
But none of this deters our Hero. He has had some scrapes with the misunderstanding public before. He vows that he will still fight for truth and justice.
But now things may get a little tougher since Slim has to register as a sex offender. Who knew that inadvertently shooting a Cop the moon could mark you for life?Slim sure didn’t.
The End.
Tune in again next time for the further adventures of Slim Stickly!
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Merry Christmas Blogworld
"Sure Charlie Brown. I can tell you what Christmas is all about."
...."And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the fields, keeping watch over their flocks by night. And lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the lord shone round about them, and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not, for behold, I bring unto you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you this day is born in the City of Bethlehem, a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; you shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel, a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God, and saying, 'Glory to God in the highest, and on Earth peace, good will toward men'".
"That is what Christmas is all about Charlie Brown."
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT
...."And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the fields, keeping watch over their flocks by night. And lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the lord shone round about them, and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not, for behold, I bring unto you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you this day is born in the City of Bethlehem, a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; you shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel, a multitude of the heavenly host, praising God, and saying, 'Glory to God in the highest, and on Earth peace, good will toward men'".
"That is what Christmas is all about Charlie Brown."
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT
Sexy Christmas Pics
I've noticed a few women bloggers (Peachy, Betty) posting sexy Christmas guy pics. I decided to do some women pics for the guys so we don't feel left out. (And because I like to...) I did include one for the ladies too. Enjoy!
That's my kind of present!
Suddenly I really like Elves!
The 'Barely there' package is much easier to unwrap!
Mrs. Claus? No wonder he only leaves the house once a year.
One for the ladies. Sexy is in the eye of the beholder, eh?
That's my kind of present!
Suddenly I really like Elves!
The 'Barely there' package is much easier to unwrap!
Mrs. Claus? No wonder he only leaves the house once a year.
One for the ladies. Sexy is in the eye of the beholder, eh?
Friday, December 23, 2005
BS Friday Answer
I just got back from a whole day of running around ‘out there’ with all the crazies. There seems to be a lot of last minute shoppers who are desperate. Enough so that they are very rude and rotten to everyone else. I’d like to extend to them that excuse for acting like asses anyway.
Ok, the BS Friday story was total truth. The whole scenario. I remember it vividly to this day. For a very long time no one could convince me that Santa didn’t exist after that Christmas morning. I preached his praises to everyone. I even had quite a few converts at school after I told them of our miracle. It was a great year.
The truth is I think we all really want to believe in Santa. I think we all wish that Christmas magic would stay with us all the time. We want it to keep showing up every year. There is some comfort in believing that Santa will stop by. There is some comfort in not allowing yourself to ‘grow out of believing’. That’s a sad thing, isn’t it? To 'grow out of believing’.
This Christmas morning I will think back to that Christmas morning and I will feel the wonder all over again. I am so looking forward to it. Santa will visit my house this year again. I hope he comes by your house too.
Ok, the BS Friday story was total truth. The whole scenario. I remember it vividly to this day. For a very long time no one could convince me that Santa didn’t exist after that Christmas morning. I preached his praises to everyone. I even had quite a few converts at school after I told them of our miracle. It was a great year.
The truth is I think we all really want to believe in Santa. I think we all wish that Christmas magic would stay with us all the time. We want it to keep showing up every year. There is some comfort in believing that Santa will stop by. There is some comfort in not allowing yourself to ‘grow out of believing’. That’s a sad thing, isn’t it? To 'grow out of believing’.
This Christmas morning I will think back to that Christmas morning and I will feel the wonder all over again. I am so looking forward to it. Santa will visit my house this year again. I hope he comes by your house too.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
BS Friday - A Little Early
Welcome to BS Friday. I'm a little early but I really don't know my Friday morning schedule, so here it is. You know what to do. I’ll write it, you tell me if it’s truth or just plain old BS. This weeks post is called: Once, I Really Did Believe In Santa
We grew up poor. Really poor. My Mother married a guy who couldn’t stop the boozing and abusing. She ended up with 4 kids and no one to help her raise them. All before she was 25. Scary indeed.
We didn’t have much for Christmas. Sometimes we would get a couple of little things and it was just fine with us. I don’t think we knew any better for the longest time. Of course that changed once Middle School hit. That’s when you got to meet kids from other areas of the county. In Elementary School, your neighborhood friends were all you knew.
It was a weird transition, getting used to the fact that you were ‘from the wrong side of the tracks’. I was and I learned quickly what that meant. To some, it meant I wasn’t even allowed to be their friend. Funny thing was I always figured it was their loss. Yes, I’ve always had an attitude of some sort.
The weirdest thing I saw starting in Middle School though was that when a lot of those kids said they wanted something for Christmas, they ended up getting it. Now there was a foreign thought to me. I always wanted stuff but rarely did it show up. Especially after my Dad was gone.
I remember one year in particular our Mom sat us down and explained to us that Christmas was coming but the presents were not. She had been struggling hard and just wasn’t making it. She didn’t want us to be disappointed on Christmas morning so she was telling us the truth early. Naturally we were all bummed but the truth was, it wouldn’t be a whole lot different anyway.
So to cheer ourselves up we sat down and made decorations for the tree from whatever we could find available. We made this really cool chain out of some construction paper that I had lying around and strung it around the tree. We took what was left of some plastic village pieces and made a few buildings for under the tree and managed to set the train up too. My Dad always had a big village and a train under the tree when he was around. Our version wasn’t up to par, but it worked out.
On Christmas Eve we all sat and watched ‘A Charlie Brown Christmas’ and ‘The Grinch’ and then we went to bed. Those 2 shows always seemed to be televised back to back in those days. I remember wishing that Santa were real. I remember sitting up late staring out the window wondering if Santa would actually come. I also wondered how I got to be chosen for this life. It didn’t seem fair.
The next morning when I woke up I heard my brothers and sister yelling from downstairs like they were crazy. I hurried down to see what was happening and when I got down I was shocked. The whole living room was filled with presents! The village under the tree had disappeared under a mound of bright colored boxes. I just stood there with my eyes big and round and my mouth hanging opened. I was either 9 or 10 and really didn’t believe in Santa but it sure seemed like he had paid us a visit.
For about an hour we all ripped and tore open presents. All kinds of cool stuff that I didn’t realize at the time I had never even asked for. I didn’t care. This was the first time I remember scoring big loot on Christmas. It was great! I couldn’t wait to get to school and have something to brag about for a change. It never occurred to me to wonder about where it came from.
Later our family showed up and we all sat down to an old-fashioned Turkey dinner. I remember going to bed that night feeling like God had finally remembered me and that he had sent Santa to give us a break. I had never been so satisfied. I still haven’t felt as satisfied again.
Now that I am older I know the truth; the church had come by after we were asleep and brought all that stuff. It was one of those ‘Christmas Toys For Kids’ things you hear about. My brain knows that now but I am here to tell you that in my heart, that morning still feels like magic. I still feel the wonder of actually believing that Santa had stopped by. I know intellectually that others who cared helped us but I still love to close my eyes, think back to that morning and remember the feeling. It is one of the best feelings I can ever remember and I try hard to keep it fresh every year.
For one blessed Christmas morning, I was a true believer in Santa Claus.
We grew up poor. Really poor. My Mother married a guy who couldn’t stop the boozing and abusing. She ended up with 4 kids and no one to help her raise them. All before she was 25. Scary indeed.
We didn’t have much for Christmas. Sometimes we would get a couple of little things and it was just fine with us. I don’t think we knew any better for the longest time. Of course that changed once Middle School hit. That’s when you got to meet kids from other areas of the county. In Elementary School, your neighborhood friends were all you knew.
It was a weird transition, getting used to the fact that you were ‘from the wrong side of the tracks’. I was and I learned quickly what that meant. To some, it meant I wasn’t even allowed to be their friend. Funny thing was I always figured it was their loss. Yes, I’ve always had an attitude of some sort.
The weirdest thing I saw starting in Middle School though was that when a lot of those kids said they wanted something for Christmas, they ended up getting it. Now there was a foreign thought to me. I always wanted stuff but rarely did it show up. Especially after my Dad was gone.
I remember one year in particular our Mom sat us down and explained to us that Christmas was coming but the presents were not. She had been struggling hard and just wasn’t making it. She didn’t want us to be disappointed on Christmas morning so she was telling us the truth early. Naturally we were all bummed but the truth was, it wouldn’t be a whole lot different anyway.
So to cheer ourselves up we sat down and made decorations for the tree from whatever we could find available. We made this really cool chain out of some construction paper that I had lying around and strung it around the tree. We took what was left of some plastic village pieces and made a few buildings for under the tree and managed to set the train up too. My Dad always had a big village and a train under the tree when he was around. Our version wasn’t up to par, but it worked out.
On Christmas Eve we all sat and watched ‘A Charlie Brown Christmas’ and ‘The Grinch’ and then we went to bed. Those 2 shows always seemed to be televised back to back in those days. I remember wishing that Santa were real. I remember sitting up late staring out the window wondering if Santa would actually come. I also wondered how I got to be chosen for this life. It didn’t seem fair.
The next morning when I woke up I heard my brothers and sister yelling from downstairs like they were crazy. I hurried down to see what was happening and when I got down I was shocked. The whole living room was filled with presents! The village under the tree had disappeared under a mound of bright colored boxes. I just stood there with my eyes big and round and my mouth hanging opened. I was either 9 or 10 and really didn’t believe in Santa but it sure seemed like he had paid us a visit.
For about an hour we all ripped and tore open presents. All kinds of cool stuff that I didn’t realize at the time I had never even asked for. I didn’t care. This was the first time I remember scoring big loot on Christmas. It was great! I couldn’t wait to get to school and have something to brag about for a change. It never occurred to me to wonder about where it came from.
Later our family showed up and we all sat down to an old-fashioned Turkey dinner. I remember going to bed that night feeling like God had finally remembered me and that he had sent Santa to give us a break. I had never been so satisfied. I still haven’t felt as satisfied again.
Now that I am older I know the truth; the church had come by after we were asleep and brought all that stuff. It was one of those ‘Christmas Toys For Kids’ things you hear about. My brain knows that now but I am here to tell you that in my heart, that morning still feels like magic. I still feel the wonder of actually believing that Santa had stopped by. I know intellectually that others who cared helped us but I still love to close my eyes, think back to that morning and remember the feeling. It is one of the best feelings I can ever remember and I try hard to keep it fresh every year.
For one blessed Christmas morning, I was a true believer in Santa Claus.
FO Day
Today is an official FO day. If you are having a good time FOing and the boss says something, refer her/him to this blog. We are the keepers of the Official Government FO Calendar. There can be no disputing it. My credentials are impeccable. I have been a graduate of FO school, a novice & apprentice, worked my way up to Team Leader and Manager and now I am the Director of the East Coast Division. Yep, something to be proud of.
Today we are exchanging goofy gifts and the boss is buying lunch. It's an unofficial gift exchange. Nothing formal. Mostly we buy the silliest things we can and give them away. I have a little work to do but it is simple enough to get past quickly. I just can't wait for this 4 day weekend to start. It would be hard focusing on too much work today anyway. That's why I love this job. I can plan my schedule carefully so I can have a slack day here and there.
So everyone have fun today. We will. And we will be checking in on you to make sure you are having at least a minute or two of FO time. It is an official function that I take very seriously.
Today we are exchanging goofy gifts and the boss is buying lunch. It's an unofficial gift exchange. Nothing formal. Mostly we buy the silliest things we can and give them away. I have a little work to do but it is simple enough to get past quickly. I just can't wait for this 4 day weekend to start. It would be hard focusing on too much work today anyway. That's why I love this job. I can plan my schedule carefully so I can have a slack day here and there.
So everyone have fun today. We will. And we will be checking in on you to make sure you are having at least a minute or two of FO time. It is an official function that I take very seriously.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
I Just Dunno...
OK, today is a total 'no-post-ideas' day. I don't have anything to write about. So I'll write about nothing. That's what this post will be about... Nothing! The entire post, absolutely nothing.
Can you see where I'm going with this? Me neither.
Here's the problem right now; we all went to lunch at some ritzy place that Peachy picked out. It was Engineer Guy's farewell lunch. The place was expensive too. (Next time I quit I'm choosing an expensive joint for my farewell lunch.) Anyway. I had to have a Coke during lunch. Then Peachy, sweet gal that she is, stopped and got me a Grande Gingerbread Latte at Starbuck's on the way back. Isn't she the coolest? Then when we got back, Spacebrain decided he wanted to make coffee so he made up some fresh Irish Cream. Naturally, I had to have that too. In the course of just 1.5 hours, I had all that caffeine. Yeah, I'm a bit wired.
There's why I am doing this rambling post.
That sure took a while to explain. I hope everyone get it straight.
So now I'm sitting here, all my work done, trying to focus on something. It's just not working. You, my faithful readers, are bearing the brunt of my caffeine induced babbling post, assuming you have continued this far. If you have, good job! If you haven't, well I guess I could say anything I wanted to right here since you are no longer reading. Hmmm.... OK, I don't feel like being a butt. So I'll just pretend to miss you. The bottom of my caffeine post misses those of you who bailed early. (Did you buy that?)
Fine, Tanks fer nuttin!
Now I'll sign off for a little while. I need to go and do a few laps around the block to burn off some energy. See Ya!
Can you see where I'm going with this? Me neither.
Here's the problem right now; we all went to lunch at some ritzy place that Peachy picked out. It was Engineer Guy's farewell lunch. The place was expensive too. (Next time I quit I'm choosing an expensive joint for my farewell lunch.) Anyway. I had to have a Coke during lunch. Then Peachy, sweet gal that she is, stopped and got me a Grande Gingerbread Latte at Starbuck's on the way back. Isn't she the coolest? Then when we got back, Spacebrain decided he wanted to make coffee so he made up some fresh Irish Cream. Naturally, I had to have that too. In the course of just 1.5 hours, I had all that caffeine. Yeah, I'm a bit wired.
There's why I am doing this rambling post.
That sure took a while to explain. I hope everyone get it straight.
So now I'm sitting here, all my work done, trying to focus on something. It's just not working. You, my faithful readers, are bearing the brunt of my caffeine induced babbling post, assuming you have continued this far. If you have, good job! If you haven't, well I guess I could say anything I wanted to right here since you are no longer reading. Hmmm.... OK, I don't feel like being a butt. So I'll just pretend to miss you. The bottom of my caffeine post misses those of you who bailed early. (Did you buy that?)
Fine, Tanks fer nuttin!
Now I'll sign off for a little while. I need to go and do a few laps around the block to burn off some energy. See Ya!
Cop Out Post
I'm a little busy this morning and I also don't have anything of relevance to say (yet!), so I will do the next best thing. Here are a couple of comics that always make me smile when I see them.
I think Snoopy & Woodstock would be fun to hang with, don't you?
Poor old Charlie Brown.
It's good that we never got to see him grown up. That could really have been depressing. :)
I think Snoopy & Woodstock would be fun to hang with, don't you?
Poor old Charlie Brown.
It's good that we never got to see him grown up. That could really have been depressing. :)
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Time For A Change
Do you ever get tired of reading blogs? Do you ever get tired of checking in and seeing what your blog friends are doing this day and that day? Spending time ....."coming into this stinking apartment (blogworld) every ten minutes to pore over the excruciating minutia of every single daily event", as Elaine would say. Don't you just get worn out from it?
Yeah, me neither. I love it!
One thing I do get tired of though is me. Me and my stupid habit of visiting bloggers that have godly attitudes. The ones who know everything, have the solution to everyone’s problems, who know and act like they are superior beings. The ones who have the answers to everyone’s issues and act as though they are perfect. They like to point out the fact that everyone else is dumber than they are and never handle life issues the way they do, which is always the perfect way. They suck. I get pissed at myself because I have a strange fascination with seeing just how much more crap they will post and I can’t stop reading them. Dumb ass YB. Yep. I need to break that habit.
Soon I will.
Be forewarned, all you superior beings. I will stop visiting you and then..... well you won’t even notice. But I’ll feel better. And that’s what life really is all about anyway. Feeling OK. At least to those of us who don’t know any better, dumb as we are. :)
Yeah, me neither. I love it!
One thing I do get tired of though is me. Me and my stupid habit of visiting bloggers that have godly attitudes. The ones who know everything, have the solution to everyone’s problems, who know and act like they are superior beings. The ones who have the answers to everyone’s issues and act as though they are perfect. They like to point out the fact that everyone else is dumber than they are and never handle life issues the way they do, which is always the perfect way. They suck. I get pissed at myself because I have a strange fascination with seeing just how much more crap they will post and I can’t stop reading them. Dumb ass YB. Yep. I need to break that habit.
Soon I will.
Be forewarned, all you superior beings. I will stop visiting you and then..... well you won’t even notice. But I’ll feel better. And that’s what life really is all about anyway. Feeling OK. At least to those of us who don’t know any better, dumb as we are. :)
Your Highness?
I saw this show last night about British Royalty and I have a question that they didn't answer in it; Who decided to call royal people "Your Highness"? Isn't that a strange thing to call someone? I'm sure it has to do with putting them above 'ordinary' people. It just sounds funny.
When I was younger we had a friend we called 'highness' but it wasn't because he was royalty. It was because he always seemed to be high on something. Obviously, I'm sure the royal family isn't called highness for the same reason. Well, who knows about that Prince Harry guy. He seems to like to cut loose a bit.
I think I'd get annoyed if someone was calling me highness. That just seems like a weird thing to say. "Hey there Highness!" That seems pretty close to "Hey there Hiney!" Can't they just say Prince or Princess or Queen? OK, Prince was taken by a much more famous guy. Maybe that wouldn't work so well. Oh, and Princess these days is a bit of an insult whether it's a male or female being addressed. Ok. Hmm... and calling someone a Queen can get you into trouble too. Maybe I'm seeing a trend here. Maybe being called "Your Highness" isn't actually a compliment? Maybe it's one of those snide things they say and then snicker after.
I think they should just call them cool things like "Charles the Cheater", "Harry the Wilder" or "Michael the Boring". How about "Your Stuffiness" for the Queen? She seems a bit of a drag to hang with.
I think it's obvious that I don't get the whole royal family idea. It's also more obvious that I'll never be invited to dinner at the royal palace. I guess they call me "YB the Uninvited". Oh well. ;)
When I was younger we had a friend we called 'highness' but it wasn't because he was royalty. It was because he always seemed to be high on something. Obviously, I'm sure the royal family isn't called highness for the same reason. Well, who knows about that Prince Harry guy. He seems to like to cut loose a bit.
I think I'd get annoyed if someone was calling me highness. That just seems like a weird thing to say. "Hey there Highness!" That seems pretty close to "Hey there Hiney!" Can't they just say Prince or Princess or Queen? OK, Prince was taken by a much more famous guy. Maybe that wouldn't work so well. Oh, and Princess these days is a bit of an insult whether it's a male or female being addressed. Ok. Hmm... and calling someone a Queen can get you into trouble too. Maybe I'm seeing a trend here. Maybe being called "Your Highness" isn't actually a compliment? Maybe it's one of those snide things they say and then snicker after.
I think they should just call them cool things like "Charles the Cheater", "Harry the Wilder" or "Michael the Boring". How about "Your Stuffiness" for the Queen? She seems a bit of a drag to hang with.
I think it's obvious that I don't get the whole royal family idea. It's also more obvious that I'll never be invited to dinner at the royal palace. I guess they call me "YB the Uninvited". Oh well. ;)
Monday, December 19, 2005
Enter Sandman
Did you know that movies can be a great cure for insomnia? I didn't either. Peachy has taught me that lesson. Apparently she can just pop almost any movie into the DVD player and it will put her to sleep. If the characters have an accent, it even works better. It works for her even in a theatre.
Spacebrain told me that he can do that too. He fell asleep in the theatre watching Star Wars. The original. Way back when. Yeah.
I haven't had that happen to me but I did fall asleep at a concert once. Believe it or not, it was a Metallica concert too. Queensryche had opened for them and at the time I was more interested in seeing them than Metallica. So when the 'big band' came on, I snoozed right through. I did get up for the oncores though. Those are the best anyway. Metallica played a lot of old stuff for their oncores. I also made sure I saw Kirk's solo. It was amazing.
Anyway, there you have it, a sure fire cure for insomnia. It may work for some. Personally, I'll stick with sex before sleep. In my opinion, that is the best way to go. ;)
Spacebrain told me that he can do that too. He fell asleep in the theatre watching Star Wars. The original. Way back when. Yeah.
I haven't had that happen to me but I did fall asleep at a concert once. Believe it or not, it was a Metallica concert too. Queensryche had opened for them and at the time I was more interested in seeing them than Metallica. So when the 'big band' came on, I snoozed right through. I did get up for the oncores though. Those are the best anyway. Metallica played a lot of old stuff for their oncores. I also made sure I saw Kirk's solo. It was amazing.
Anyway, there you have it, a sure fire cure for insomnia. It may work for some. Personally, I'll stick with sex before sleep. In my opinion, that is the best way to go. ;)
The Secret Is Out
During the party on Friday Nicci found out that my ex lives a few doors down. Yep. It came out thanks to everyone having too good a time and too much alcohol. Figures.
Toward the end of the evening the remnants of the party crown were all sitting aroud the bar joking about how so many exes had shown up. Even Nicci's ex-husband attended.
*For the record, I don't even think about stuff like that. He's a good guy and I like him just fine. I spoke with him for a while and he hung around for a while everything was just fine. To me, what's past is past.*
We had a couple attend who were once married and one half of a divorced couple showed up even though both were invited.
Anyway, we were talking about all that stuff and I joked that if the one missing divorced friend had shown up then all our exes would have been there but mine and I'd have had to give her a call just so we'd have them all there. That was a mistake.
One of our friends started laughing and babbling on about how she had forgotten about my ex living so close. She was almost losing it laughing about the fact that my ex was just a few doors down. I think she forgot that it wasn't something Nicci knew about. Of course Nicci asked for clarity on the subject. Surprisingly she found it very amusing that we lived so close together. She laughed quite a bit about it. (I hope it stays that way.)
So now she knows about it. Of course I feigned ignorance. It doesn't seem to have bothered her too much. She seemed fine with it yesterday. We'll see how it goes from here.
So, a word to the wise, beware of friends who can't keep secrets, especially when they are drinking. Alcohol + secret = (possible)trouble ;)
Toward the end of the evening the remnants of the party crown were all sitting aroud the bar joking about how so many exes had shown up. Even Nicci's ex-husband attended.
*For the record, I don't even think about stuff like that. He's a good guy and I like him just fine. I spoke with him for a while and he hung around for a while everything was just fine. To me, what's past is past.*
We had a couple attend who were once married and one half of a divorced couple showed up even though both were invited.
Anyway, we were talking about all that stuff and I joked that if the one missing divorced friend had shown up then all our exes would have been there but mine and I'd have had to give her a call just so we'd have them all there. That was a mistake.
One of our friends started laughing and babbling on about how she had forgotten about my ex living so close. She was almost losing it laughing about the fact that my ex was just a few doors down. I think she forgot that it wasn't something Nicci knew about. Of course Nicci asked for clarity on the subject. Surprisingly she found it very amusing that we lived so close together. She laughed quite a bit about it. (I hope it stays that way.)
So now she knows about it. Of course I feigned ignorance. It doesn't seem to have bothered her too much. She seemed fine with it yesterday. We'll see how it goes from here.
So, a word to the wise, beware of friends who can't keep secrets, especially when they are drinking. Alcohol + secret = (possible)trouble ;)
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Great Party!
The Christmas party last night was awesome! We all had a blast. This house was so full of people. I loved it. We had old neighbors here, old friends, family, new friends and some big time surprise show-ups.
Two of our friends who had moved to Tennessee over a decade ago showed up. They were told about the party by someone who was coming and they came on over too. This just happened to be the weekend they were visiting their family. Great tinmg, eh? It was so great to see them. They only come home a couple times a year and we don’t always get together.
Another loved friend showed up that we didn’t expect. She is someone I miss dearly and never get enough opportunities to hang with. We never heard from her and just assumed she wasn’t coming. Shows what we knew. It was a Festivus miracle!
So I had a house full of everyone who has ever meant something to me. Imagine that. The best part of having such a big crowd is that there is never a moment where your conversation gets tired. You are talking with someone and then someone else joins in or someone else will distract you and so on. The conversations may last 5 minutes but they never end. That’s a great thing for someone like me who gets so easily distracted and/or bored quickly. The evening never gets stale.
I didn’t get a lot of pictures. Truthfully, I got a couple before the party started then forgot about the cameras. There were 2 cameras out for pictures and none were taken. Oh well. I have uploaded a few from earlier last night but that’s all there is.
All in all, it was a great night. The party was a huge success. Only the fact that Peachy and Spacebrain didn’t show sucked. But I guess they had better things to do. Too bad. That would have made the evening as close to perfect as it could be.
Pictures:
This is one view of the living room with the tree and the fireplace.
Here is my favorite decoration. The weird little fiber optic tree with Looney Tunes characters on it. I just posted it because everyone got a kick out of it last year, especially Cat. It's still just as awesome as ever.
Here is the guest of honor. Bugs with his Santa attire. Yeah, he's cool.
Two of our friends who had moved to Tennessee over a decade ago showed up. They were told about the party by someone who was coming and they came on over too. This just happened to be the weekend they were visiting their family. Great tinmg, eh? It was so great to see them. They only come home a couple times a year and we don’t always get together.
Another loved friend showed up that we didn’t expect. She is someone I miss dearly and never get enough opportunities to hang with. We never heard from her and just assumed she wasn’t coming. Shows what we knew. It was a Festivus miracle!
So I had a house full of everyone who has ever meant something to me. Imagine that. The best part of having such a big crowd is that there is never a moment where your conversation gets tired. You are talking with someone and then someone else joins in or someone else will distract you and so on. The conversations may last 5 minutes but they never end. That’s a great thing for someone like me who gets so easily distracted and/or bored quickly. The evening never gets stale.
I didn’t get a lot of pictures. Truthfully, I got a couple before the party started then forgot about the cameras. There were 2 cameras out for pictures and none were taken. Oh well. I have uploaded a few from earlier last night but that’s all there is.
All in all, it was a great night. The party was a huge success. Only the fact that Peachy and Spacebrain didn’t show sucked. But I guess they had better things to do. Too bad. That would have made the evening as close to perfect as it could be.
Pictures:
This is one view of the living room with the tree and the fireplace.
Here is my favorite decoration. The weird little fiber optic tree with Looney Tunes characters on it. I just posted it because everyone got a kick out of it last year, especially Cat. It's still just as awesome as ever.
Here is the guest of honor. Bugs with his Santa attire. Yeah, he's cool.
Saturday, December 17, 2005
A Christmas Gathering
Tonight we are having our annual open-house Christmas gathering. We have the whole place decked out (even the halls) and the food is ready. There should be enough munchables for half the town. We are well stocked with wine and a friend is bringing his super-douper double sided blender drink machine. He can make copious amounts of frozen drinks with that thing. The Cappuccino machine will be heated up, the warm spiced wine will be ready. I have the whole house wired for Christmas music. The fireplace is well stocked with wood. The little gifts for anyone who shows up are wrapped and anxiously awaiting a new home. I think we are ready.
I look forward to this party every year. We invite almost everyone we know to it. I love a full house at Christmas. The time and expense are never a consideration. We just go for it and try to make sure everyone has a great time. Good friends, loved family members, good food, good drinks and warm hugs... that's a Christmas gathering. I may even break out the guitar and do some Christmas caroling myself. We'll see. The real challenge will be to get Nicci to play the piano for everyone. Sometimes we can get her to play for a while. She is awesome! She was a concert pianist for a while when she was younger. I'll bet we can at least talk her into doing Fur Elise for us.
So I'll be busy today with all the final touches. I won't be blogging much but I want everyone who isn't at our gathering tonight to know that I'll drink a toast to you. I wish all my blog friends could come by. But since most of you whom I consider friends live so far away, a toast and a Merry Christmas is the best I can do.
I will attempt to post pics tomorrow. Then you can feel like you've visited. Maybe just a little. Everyone have a great day.
I look forward to this party every year. We invite almost everyone we know to it. I love a full house at Christmas. The time and expense are never a consideration. We just go for it and try to make sure everyone has a great time. Good friends, loved family members, good food, good drinks and warm hugs... that's a Christmas gathering. I may even break out the guitar and do some Christmas caroling myself. We'll see. The real challenge will be to get Nicci to play the piano for everyone. Sometimes we can get her to play for a while. She is awesome! She was a concert pianist for a while when she was younger. I'll bet we can at least talk her into doing Fur Elise for us.
So I'll be busy today with all the final touches. I won't be blogging much but I want everyone who isn't at our gathering tonight to know that I'll drink a toast to you. I wish all my blog friends could come by. But since most of you whom I consider friends live so far away, a toast and a Merry Christmas is the best I can do.
I will attempt to post pics tomorrow. Then you can feel like you've visited. Maybe just a little. Everyone have a great day.
Friday, December 16, 2005
Stupidass Cigars
Tonight we went to happy hour after the big company Christmas party. It was a good time. I was just wondering something though; why do some guys have to have a cigar when they are out drinking? Those things are worse than cigarettes. They are sickening.
One of the guys we were with actually left the bar to go and get cigars. Then several of them stood around with those big, fat stinky things smoking up the joint. They were sucking on them like they were candy or something.
I don’t get it. Those things stink. They ruin the air for everyone within 20 feet of them. They are not cheap either. They also look stupid. What is the big attraction?
Maybe it’s a way of releasing pent up frustrations. The guys smoking those things may have a craving for trying out a penis or something. I think it’s a suppressed desire to try out gay sex. That is the only thing I can think of. They look like they are practicing for sucking a big old wang-ho.
I wish they’d just come out of the closet and get it over with. Then we wouldn’t have to put up with their nasty pollution anymore.
Otherwise it was a great evening. :)
One of the guys we were with actually left the bar to go and get cigars. Then several of them stood around with those big, fat stinky things smoking up the joint. They were sucking on them like they were candy or something.
I don’t get it. Those things stink. They ruin the air for everyone within 20 feet of them. They are not cheap either. They also look stupid. What is the big attraction?
Maybe it’s a way of releasing pent up frustrations. The guys smoking those things may have a craving for trying out a penis or something. I think it’s a suppressed desire to try out gay sex. That is the only thing I can think of. They look like they are practicing for sucking a big old wang-ho.
I wish they’d just come out of the closet and get it over with. Then we wouldn’t have to put up with their nasty pollution anymore.
Otherwise it was a great evening. :)
BS Friday, Almost
This is my BS Friday story today:
I came to work, got real busy and now I’m annoyed because I have no blog time. Stupid work!
See Cindy Lou, I can write a short BS story.
I'll be back!
I came to work, got real busy and now I’m annoyed because I have no blog time. Stupid work!
See Cindy Lou, I can write a short BS story.
I'll be back!
Thursday, December 15, 2005
If I Were A Female Vampire...
If I were a woman and I was a Vampire, this is who I'd be. (OK, so it's a stretch but I can't resist Vampire anything.)
I love that El Sid is back. She always finds the best quizzes. I found this one as a result of one she had posted. Thanks Sid.
The Temptress
You are the one who comes into people's dreams at
night to drive them mad with desire. You are
sultry, sexy, and passionate. Others find you
hypnotic. You have the sort of smoldering eyes
and bedroom glances that are the stuff of
legend.
What's so scary about you: Like sweet poison, you
are addictive and deadly.
Your gemstone: Garnet
Your moon: Rose Moon (July)
Which Beautiful Vampiress are You? (For Girls! - Gothic Anime Pics!)
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I love that El Sid is back. She always finds the best quizzes. I found this one as a result of one she had posted. Thanks Sid.
The Temptress
You are the one who comes into people's dreams at
night to drive them mad with desire. You are
sultry, sexy, and passionate. Others find you
hypnotic. You have the sort of smoldering eyes
and bedroom glances that are the stuff of
legend.
What's so scary about you: Like sweet poison, you
are addictive and deadly.
Your gemstone: Garnet
Your moon: Rose Moon (July)
Which Beautiful Vampiress are You? (For Girls! - Gothic Anime Pics!)
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What I Would Say To Them
Last week I did a post where I was wondering what a conversation with Jennifer Love Hewitt would be like. I was thinking about that this morning and then I started wondering just what I would really say to a celebrity if I had the chance. Here are a few things I would definitely say:
To Jennifer Love Hewitt I would say: "How you Doin?" (Using my best Joey Tribiani voice)
To Sandra Bullock I would say: "WTF?"
To Tom Cruise I would say: "Shut the f&$k up!"
To Katie Holmes I would say: "I know this clinic where they cure brainwashings. I can help you."
To Angelina Jolie I would say: "You are the prettiest freak I've ever known. Seriously, I meant that as a compliment."
To Bill Clinton I would say: "Of all the women you could have chosen...?"
To Halle Berry I would say: "How you Doin?" (JT voice again)
To Ashley Simpson I would say: "Loved that little dance you did on SNL."
To Jessica Simpson I would say: "You actually chose The Dukes Of Hazard as your first movie?"
To Paul McCartney I would say: "I think you are boring but here's Cindy Lou's number anyway."
To Tom Cruise I would say: "I want to meet your parents so I can smack them for producing you!"
To Britney Spears I would say: "You can take the girl out of the sticks but you just can't take the 'redneck' out of the girl, can you?"
To Celine Dion I would say: "Shut the f&$k up!"
To Eliza Dushku I would say: "So, you did Tru Calling and not a Buffy spinoff. How'd that work out for you?"
To Nicole Kidman I would say: "Aren't you glad he's not your problem anymore. BTW, How you Doin?"
To Brad Pitt I would say: "You're so pretty!"
To Viggo Mortensen I would say: "Wasn't Viggo the evil guy in Ghostbusters II? Were you related?"
To Ben Affleck I would say: "I guess you are proof that going to a stripper can turn out OK, eh?"
To Paris Hilton I would say: "Nicole Richie is way cooler than you."
To Nicole Richie I would say: "Paris Hilton is way cooler than you."
To Rebecca Romijn-Stamos I would say: "How you Doin?"
To Johnny Depp I would say: "How you Doin?"
To Keanu Reeves I would say: "Give it up. You suck."
To Madonna I would say: "Were you ever really a virgin?"
To Salma Hayek I would say: "Cómo sean usted haciendo?"
To Orlando Bloom I would say: "Don't make a movie with Angelina Jolie. You could be next on her list."
To Tom Cruise I would say: "Don't make any more movies, unless it's with Angelina Jolie. (That would be great for Katie). Oh, and shut the f&$k up!"
That's all I can think of right now. What celebrity would you like to say something to? ;)
To Jennifer Love Hewitt I would say: "How you Doin?" (Using my best Joey Tribiani voice)
To Sandra Bullock I would say: "WTF?"
To Tom Cruise I would say: "Shut the f&$k up!"
To Katie Holmes I would say: "I know this clinic where they cure brainwashings. I can help you."
To Angelina Jolie I would say: "You are the prettiest freak I've ever known. Seriously, I meant that as a compliment."
To Bill Clinton I would say: "Of all the women you could have chosen...?"
To Halle Berry I would say: "How you Doin?" (JT voice again)
To Ashley Simpson I would say: "Loved that little dance you did on SNL."
To Jessica Simpson I would say: "You actually chose The Dukes Of Hazard as your first movie?"
To Paul McCartney I would say: "I think you are boring but here's Cindy Lou's number anyway."
To Tom Cruise I would say: "I want to meet your parents so I can smack them for producing you!"
To Britney Spears I would say: "You can take the girl out of the sticks but you just can't take the 'redneck' out of the girl, can you?"
To Celine Dion I would say: "Shut the f&$k up!"
To Eliza Dushku I would say: "So, you did Tru Calling and not a Buffy spinoff. How'd that work out for you?"
To Nicole Kidman I would say: "Aren't you glad he's not your problem anymore. BTW, How you Doin?"
To Brad Pitt I would say: "You're so pretty!"
To Viggo Mortensen I would say: "Wasn't Viggo the evil guy in Ghostbusters II? Were you related?"
To Ben Affleck I would say: "I guess you are proof that going to a stripper can turn out OK, eh?"
To Paris Hilton I would say: "Nicole Richie is way cooler than you."
To Nicole Richie I would say: "Paris Hilton is way cooler than you."
To Rebecca Romijn-Stamos I would say: "How you Doin?"
To Johnny Depp I would say: "How you Doin?"
To Keanu Reeves I would say: "Give it up. You suck."
To Madonna I would say: "Were you ever really a virgin?"
To Salma Hayek I would say: "Cómo sean usted haciendo?"
To Orlando Bloom I would say: "Don't make a movie with Angelina Jolie. You could be next on her list."
To Tom Cruise I would say: "Don't make any more movies, unless it's with Angelina Jolie. (That would be great for Katie). Oh, and shut the f&$k up!"
That's all I can think of right now. What celebrity would you like to say something to? ;)
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Question Of The Day
What bugged you the most today? What pissed you off?
It occurred to me that everyone experiences something that bugs them daily. Maybe even pisses them off. So I want to know what bugged/pissed you off today.
I want to know because here is mine: I had a lunch date that got canceled. So I decided that I would go with a dearly loved friend. We never, ever get to hang together without interruption so I asked if she wanted to go. She declined. She had a big breakfast and it was cold out so she was just skipping lunch.
Well, the next thing you know, she's going out with someone else for lunch. ?!?!?!? Someone who asked her after I did. Double ?!?!?!?
Yeah, I guess I know where I stand. I'll remember that, believe me.
So, what got under your skin today? :)
It occurred to me that everyone experiences something that bugs them daily. Maybe even pisses them off. So I want to know what bugged/pissed you off today.
I want to know because here is mine: I had a lunch date that got canceled. So I decided that I would go with a dearly loved friend. We never, ever get to hang together without interruption so I asked if she wanted to go. She declined. She had a big breakfast and it was cold out so she was just skipping lunch.
Well, the next thing you know, she's going out with someone else for lunch. ?!?!?!? Someone who asked her after I did. Double ?!?!?!?
Yeah, I guess I know where I stand. I'll remember that, believe me.
So, what got under your skin today? :)
A Hump Day Art Gallery
OK with me. Sometimes a quickie is just fine. ;)
Kinky!
Don't look Grace!
Is this 'The Golden Mile'?
Even Godzilla gets some on Hump Day.
I've got a room full of hump for you. (Not to mention Starbuck's.)
I wonder if these two ever did hump?
Fairly self explanatory, don't you think?
Oh, three or four...
Uhm... I love Taco Bell too, but....
Kinky!
Don't look Grace!
Is this 'The Golden Mile'?
Even Godzilla gets some on Hump Day.
I've got a room full of hump for you. (Not to mention Starbuck's.)
I wonder if these two ever did hump?
Fairly self explanatory, don't you think?
Oh, three or four...
Uhm... I love Taco Bell too, but....
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Brain Farts
I saw part of the show 'Untold Stories of the ER' last night and they had this weird chick come into the ER who ate at least 6 rolls of toilet paper daily. Yes, I did say she ate toilet paper daily. What would possess a person to even try toilet paper as an entree anyway? It sure doesn't look appetizing to me. And how can a person try some toilet paper and find it tasty? The only possible advantage I can see to eating toilet paper is if it cleans as it comes back out, if you know what I mean. That would be cool. Poop and wipe at the same time. Maybe she was onto something?
I see where Sean Penn was out for the protesting of the Williams execution last night. There’s a guy you want on your side. Just disagree with him and he’ll pop you one. Yeah, he’s a great advocate for non-violence. The actors who crawl out for the ‘protest flavor of the week’ are annoying. You’d think they would at least try to be consistent with their causes. I think they should just all get together and protest the existence of Tom Cruise. That would make sense to me.
I hate Winter. I have no idea why I haven’t moved away to a nice warm place by now. Have you ever noticed that in Wintertime you can not get out of the shower and still feel warm? Even if your heater is maxed out that cold chill gets to you quick. It’s weird. The best thing ever invented for Winter though are heated car seats. I love having my heated seats in the cold mornings. The only problem is that the butt gets nice and warm and then I get into another vehicle with winter cold seats and my cheeks turns to cubes for a while. That can’t be good if you want to avoid hemorrhoids.
I hear the Olympics are starting up again soon. The Winter Olympics in Italy, that is. Those things just keep popping up again and again. Seems like they never stop anymore. I think I liked it better when they were all together every 4 years. Then you could plan those long vacations away because every network executive seems to think that people actually want to see that stuff on TV. It would be much easier to avoid if it were every 4 years again. What would be really cool would be to schedule the games during the Presidential election year. Then all that crap would be easier to avoid all at once. Maybe we need to do something about this.
I heard a news story recently about a study done to find out why romance in a relationship dies. It turns out that there is a chemical in the brain released during the early stages of a relationship that makes you feel all ‘lovey-dovey’. The problem is that this chemical fades about a year after it first shows up. Even people, who stayed together, married or otherwise, lost their chemically induced romantic notions after about 1 year. It’s good to know that scientists are making progress on proving that romance dying isn’t just a ‘man thing’. But what I want to know is how do I get my hands on some of this chemical? I want to bottle it and sell it. Then I could really be “The Love Doctor”. I’d create Pepe LePews running around everywhere. How fun would that be to see? Note: I wouldn’t use the stuff. I’d just want to watch. :)
I see where Sean Penn was out for the protesting of the Williams execution last night. There’s a guy you want on your side. Just disagree with him and he’ll pop you one. Yeah, he’s a great advocate for non-violence. The actors who crawl out for the ‘protest flavor of the week’ are annoying. You’d think they would at least try to be consistent with their causes. I think they should just all get together and protest the existence of Tom Cruise. That would make sense to me.
I hate Winter. I have no idea why I haven’t moved away to a nice warm place by now. Have you ever noticed that in Wintertime you can not get out of the shower and still feel warm? Even if your heater is maxed out that cold chill gets to you quick. It’s weird. The best thing ever invented for Winter though are heated car seats. I love having my heated seats in the cold mornings. The only problem is that the butt gets nice and warm and then I get into another vehicle with winter cold seats and my cheeks turns to cubes for a while. That can’t be good if you want to avoid hemorrhoids.
I hear the Olympics are starting up again soon. The Winter Olympics in Italy, that is. Those things just keep popping up again and again. Seems like they never stop anymore. I think I liked it better when they were all together every 4 years. Then you could plan those long vacations away because every network executive seems to think that people actually want to see that stuff on TV. It would be much easier to avoid if it were every 4 years again. What would be really cool would be to schedule the games during the Presidential election year. Then all that crap would be easier to avoid all at once. Maybe we need to do something about this.
I heard a news story recently about a study done to find out why romance in a relationship dies. It turns out that there is a chemical in the brain released during the early stages of a relationship that makes you feel all ‘lovey-dovey’. The problem is that this chemical fades about a year after it first shows up. Even people, who stayed together, married or otherwise, lost their chemically induced romantic notions after about 1 year. It’s good to know that scientists are making progress on proving that romance dying isn’t just a ‘man thing’. But what I want to know is how do I get my hands on some of this chemical? I want to bottle it and sell it. Then I could really be “The Love Doctor”. I’d create Pepe LePews running around everywhere. How fun would that be to see? Note: I wouldn’t use the stuff. I’d just want to watch. :)
Monday, December 12, 2005
Remember When?
Got this from Meritt who got it from somewhere...... It was fun so I thought I'd try it here. Have at it.
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, please post a comment with a completely made-up and fictional memory of you and me. It can be anything you want -good or bad - but it has to be fake.
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, please post a comment with a completely made-up and fictional memory of you and me. It can be anything you want -good or bad - but it has to be fake.
New Poll Posted
I know! It's been about 2 months but I finally got a new Poll made. Thanks for all the applause. I appreciate it.
In keeping with the Christmas theme, I thought it would be cool to see what everyones favorite Christmas special was. I may have done this one before.... maybe, but it's still fun to do.
As always, if I missed your favorite, just write it into a comments section and I'll make sure it is added to the final tally.
For some weird reason I was thinking this morning that I would really like to hear Bugs Bunny sing some Christmas Carols. I know there have been some Christmas themed Looney Tunes cartoons, but I think Bugs and that New York accent singing carols would be a crack-up. Wouldn't it be great to hear Bugs and Daffy singing 'Baby, It's Cold Outside'? It would be best to still have Mel Blanc doing the voice, but that isn't possible anymore. Anyone out there capable of doing a good Bugs imitation?
In keeping with the Christmas theme, I thought it would be cool to see what everyones favorite Christmas special was. I may have done this one before.... maybe, but it's still fun to do.
As always, if I missed your favorite, just write it into a comments section and I'll make sure it is added to the final tally.
For some weird reason I was thinking this morning that I would really like to hear Bugs Bunny sing some Christmas Carols. I know there have been some Christmas themed Looney Tunes cartoons, but I think Bugs and that New York accent singing carols would be a crack-up. Wouldn't it be great to hear Bugs and Daffy singing 'Baby, It's Cold Outside'? It would be best to still have Mel Blanc doing the voice, but that isn't possible anymore. Anyone out there capable of doing a good Bugs imitation?
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