Is anyone else having issues with Blogger? I am having a hard time logging in. Also when I try to go and visit someone else's blog, most of the time I get an error message on the first try.
I sure hope we aren't going into another bad blogger spell like this time last year. That was frustrating.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
One Half Of A Person?
I heard someone say that they were "...expecting between 5 and 6 people to show up...." That's neat! Maybe a half a person is coming to their thing? I wish I was there to meet them.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Stuff
I heard last night that the best way to tell how your romance is going is to be given the choice between a good steak dinner and some lovin. Whichever one is your first inclination to choose, that's where your relationship is. Personally, I'll take either one medium rare.
Nicci had an Uncle that was 7’2” tall. His shoe size was 15. Can you imagine the size of that guy? How about what that foot looked like out of the shoe? I sure wouldn't have wanted to be around when he came in after a hard day of work and wanted to kick off his shoes. I assume the smell would be relative to the size of the foot, right?
While watching the SciFi mini-series The Bermuda Triangle I noticed that Lou Diamond Phillips has a huge protruding forehead. Right above the eyes is a big ridge. There are some advantages to that like never having to worry about sweat getting into your eyes, always getting good parts in scary movies (less makeup needed) & not really needing to wear a Baseball cap at games. I wonder how I can get one?
Why is it called a 'manicure' when it's mostly considered a woman thing?
Is it possible to talk someone to death? I just had Gabby Hayes in my office jabbering on for 45 minutes. I think I said perhaps 5 words. Some of it was interesting, but how does someone keep going on & on like that? It reminded me of that commercial where the little tiny cheerleader girl is wearing out the cell phone. (I love that one BTW) I didn't feel near death or anything, but would I know if it was on the way or is 'death by talking' one of those sudden things?
I had some other things on my mind but the caffeine is raging through my veins at an alarming rate and I must get up and burn off some energy. Perhaps I will remember what it was I was thinking later. Until then.....
Nicci had an Uncle that was 7’2” tall. His shoe size was 15. Can you imagine the size of that guy? How about what that foot looked like out of the shoe? I sure wouldn't have wanted to be around when he came in after a hard day of work and wanted to kick off his shoes. I assume the smell would be relative to the size of the foot, right?
While watching the SciFi mini-series The Bermuda Triangle I noticed that Lou Diamond Phillips has a huge protruding forehead. Right above the eyes is a big ridge. There are some advantages to that like never having to worry about sweat getting into your eyes, always getting good parts in scary movies (less makeup needed) & not really needing to wear a Baseball cap at games. I wonder how I can get one?
Why is it called a 'manicure' when it's mostly considered a woman thing?
Is it possible to talk someone to death? I just had Gabby Hayes in my office jabbering on for 45 minutes. I think I said perhaps 5 words. Some of it was interesting, but how does someone keep going on & on like that? It reminded me of that commercial where the little tiny cheerleader girl is wearing out the cell phone. (I love that one BTW) I didn't feel near death or anything, but would I know if it was on the way or is 'death by talking' one of those sudden things?
I had some other things on my mind but the caffeine is raging through my veins at an alarming rate and I must get up and burn off some energy. Perhaps I will remember what it was I was thinking later. Until then.....
Get Outta My Head
Tonight on the way home I had two different subjects on my mind. I tried to shove them away a few times but I just couldn’t. The first was my beloved Yankees. More specifically I was running through the post season of 2004. Yes, it’s over a year old and I still am in shock.
I still can’t get over that loss. I guess I should say ‘those losses’. Maybe the fact that Tom Gordon is gone now has brought it all back again. I don’t know. I do know I never liked Gordon and I am so grateful that he is no longer a Yankee. I don’t care who says he’s a good pitcher, I never saw him come into a game and do his job. Mostly I got to see him mess it up.
That last game (it should have been the last game) of the A.L. Championship that he let get away is still burned into my brain. To me, that made him seem like a red sux player all over again. I’m glad he’s gone.
The other thing I couldn’t get off my mind was Jennifer Love Hewitt. I like her new show, The Ghost Whisperer. I’ve seen it a few times and I think it just keeps getting better. (Now suddenly I’m wondering how Lars feels about it.) But I keep wondering what she’s like to talk to. I just can’t get an inkling as to what she must be like. A lot of other celebrities you can imagine a conversation with, but for some reason, I don’t have a clue what it would be like to speak with Jennifer Love Hewitt.
I read recently where she is a huge pop star in Japan. I knew she was a singer but I’ve never heard anything she’s done. But the Japanese love her. I’m not too sure that is any kind of recommendation though. I remember seeing a Japanese metal band back in the 80’s play in Baltimore. They were huge in Japan at the time. The only good thing I can remember from it was how the singer kept screaming “Are you ready to rock-n-roll Baltimore!?!” (You have to say that with a heavy Japanese accent.) It is still funny to me.
Nope, I do not know how or why these thing pop into my brain like they do. They just do. Sometimes I can't just chase them away either.
I still can’t get over that loss. I guess I should say ‘those losses’. Maybe the fact that Tom Gordon is gone now has brought it all back again. I don’t know. I do know I never liked Gordon and I am so grateful that he is no longer a Yankee. I don’t care who says he’s a good pitcher, I never saw him come into a game and do his job. Mostly I got to see him mess it up.
That last game (it should have been the last game) of the A.L. Championship that he let get away is still burned into my brain. To me, that made him seem like a red sux player all over again. I’m glad he’s gone.
The other thing I couldn’t get off my mind was Jennifer Love Hewitt. I like her new show, The Ghost Whisperer. I’ve seen it a few times and I think it just keeps getting better. (Now suddenly I’m wondering how Lars feels about it.) But I keep wondering what she’s like to talk to. I just can’t get an inkling as to what she must be like. A lot of other celebrities you can imagine a conversation with, but for some reason, I don’t have a clue what it would be like to speak with Jennifer Love Hewitt.
I read recently where she is a huge pop star in Japan. I knew she was a singer but I’ve never heard anything she’s done. But the Japanese love her. I’m not too sure that is any kind of recommendation though. I remember seeing a Japanese metal band back in the 80’s play in Baltimore. They were huge in Japan at the time. The only good thing I can remember from it was how the singer kept screaming “Are you ready to rock-n-roll Baltimore!?!” (You have to say that with a heavy Japanese accent.) It is still funny to me.
Nope, I do not know how or why these thing pop into my brain like they do. They just do. Sometimes I can't just chase them away either.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Interesting Day Indeed
***I tried to post this yesterday afternoon but somehow it was in "Drafts" when I checked this morning. So here it is now, properly posted.
I came in today with a plan. Yeah, I know, I should have learned my lesson long ago about doing that. Well, as per usual, I got part way into my plan and got sidetracked and ended up doing a lot of stuff off the plan. Still, a productive day. Just not what I had planned.
Then a bunch of us went to lunch. We took the new girl to 'our Tuesday burger joint' to break her in properly. The place has the best burgers around and on Tuesday's they are 1/2 price. I hitched a ride in the Peachy-mobile with the new girl and the other guys came later. (We were tired of waiting for them. Well, when the second part of our group, the Engineers, parked the car, their driver bumped into the back of a parked car. He didn't hit it hard and there wasn't any damage but here's the surprise, the owner of that car was sitting in it. He apparently wasn't too happy about that love tap either.
They got that straightened out and we finally all got to order. During the conversation and scarfing, Engineer guy decided to demonstrate how the game of flipping coasters is done. When he was into his demonstration, he manages to knock over the new girl's glass and spill water all over her lap. You should have seen his face. He turned totally red. It was hilarious. Talk about breaking the new girl in nicely!
Later on in the afternoon, Peachy and I were talking about life stuff (mostly her's) and she said she had to stop talking to me about things. She said I was like the bad devil on her shoulder telling her to do bad things and she was the good angel on her other shoulder trying to get her to be good. I thought that was really funny. It may seem like that too because when I analyze things, I try to look at every angle and sort through the crap. Always I will decide that my opinion is the one that favors the most fun stuff a person can experience in any given situation so it seems like I am an advocate of anything mischievious. That's not really true, but I can see how she would think that.
Then we were talking to one of the 'cool' Maintenance guys and he was telling us how he doesn't like anybody. He made a good point for it too. It really did seem like he didn't like anybody at all. Then he admitted that he liked Peachy and me, so we were a little relieved. I was almost convinced that he was a total Scrooge.
So that's the day's recap. I hope you found something you can use for you entertainment pleasure. I sort of enjoyed the whole thing, to tell you the truth. :)
I came in today with a plan. Yeah, I know, I should have learned my lesson long ago about doing that. Well, as per usual, I got part way into my plan and got sidetracked and ended up doing a lot of stuff off the plan. Still, a productive day. Just not what I had planned.
Then a bunch of us went to lunch. We took the new girl to 'our Tuesday burger joint' to break her in properly. The place has the best burgers around and on Tuesday's they are 1/2 price. I hitched a ride in the Peachy-mobile with the new girl and the other guys came later. (We were tired of waiting for them. Well, when the second part of our group, the Engineers, parked the car, their driver bumped into the back of a parked car. He didn't hit it hard and there wasn't any damage but here's the surprise, the owner of that car was sitting in it. He apparently wasn't too happy about that love tap either.
They got that straightened out and we finally all got to order. During the conversation and scarfing, Engineer guy decided to demonstrate how the game of flipping coasters is done. When he was into his demonstration, he manages to knock over the new girl's glass and spill water all over her lap. You should have seen his face. He turned totally red. It was hilarious. Talk about breaking the new girl in nicely!
Later on in the afternoon, Peachy and I were talking about life stuff (mostly her's) and she said she had to stop talking to me about things. She said I was like the bad devil on her shoulder telling her to do bad things and she was the good angel on her other shoulder trying to get her to be good. I thought that was really funny. It may seem like that too because when I analyze things, I try to look at every angle and sort through the crap. Always I will decide that my opinion is the one that favors the most fun stuff a person can experience in any given situation so it seems like I am an advocate of anything mischievious. That's not really true, but I can see how she would think that.
Then we were talking to one of the 'cool' Maintenance guys and he was telling us how he doesn't like anybody. He made a good point for it too. It really did seem like he didn't like anybody at all. Then he admitted that he liked Peachy and me, so we were a little relieved. I was almost convinced that he was a total Scrooge.
So that's the day's recap. I hope you found something you can use for you entertainment pleasure. I sort of enjoyed the whole thing, to tell you the truth. :)
Pimp Daddy YB
Blogger Screwed Us
Last night I could not get Blogger to work. It must have been down or something. I just kept getting an error message when I tried to check in.
Then I Googled myself and found the blog but when I tried to get that to work, the same thing happened. Then I found a few other blog friends via Google, but none of them worked either. It was frustrating!
The reason I was so persistant was that I had this amazing post all ready to go (in my head). It was a very important one too. In it I was going to finally reveal the truth about our existance. I was going to reveal the truth about love, life and the true reason we are here on Earth. I was even going to explain just what the heck causes the common cold. Yep, I finally figured out all the mysteries of the universe and Blogger chose that moment to be off-line. Figures.
Perhaps it wasn't an accident. Maybe those secrets weren't meant to be explained. Maybe fate was just teasing us and didn't allow me to reveal all those things. I can't remember it all today so I can't post what I knew yesterday. Now that Blogger is working, those secrets are all a blur to me. Figures.
Blogger screwed us.
One secret I did learn this morning and I can let you in on is this: Happines is a new pair of wool socks in the Winter.
I learned that from Peachy just this morning. At least we all know that one important secret now. Blogger can't take that one away once this publishes.
Hmmm.... maybe I shouldn't have said that.... let's see if this works.... CLICK!
Then I Googled myself and found the blog but when I tried to get that to work, the same thing happened. Then I found a few other blog friends via Google, but none of them worked either. It was frustrating!
The reason I was so persistant was that I had this amazing post all ready to go (in my head). It was a very important one too. In it I was going to finally reveal the truth about our existance. I was going to reveal the truth about love, life and the true reason we are here on Earth. I was even going to explain just what the heck causes the common cold. Yep, I finally figured out all the mysteries of the universe and Blogger chose that moment to be off-line. Figures.
Perhaps it wasn't an accident. Maybe those secrets weren't meant to be explained. Maybe fate was just teasing us and didn't allow me to reveal all those things. I can't remember it all today so I can't post what I knew yesterday. Now that Blogger is working, those secrets are all a blur to me. Figures.
Blogger screwed us.
One secret I did learn this morning and I can let you in on is this: Happines is a new pair of wool socks in the Winter.
I learned that from Peachy just this morning. At least we all know that one important secret now. Blogger can't take that one away once this publishes.
Hmmm.... maybe I shouldn't have said that.... let's see if this works.... CLICK!
Monday, December 05, 2005
This Is What We Call Fun
One of our co-workers just came in (we'll call her Gabby Hayes for future reference) and was talking about how her heat was turned up so high last night she had a hard time sleeping. It was on because her fiancee got chilled playing football outside all day and then grilled out afterward. The weather here is pretty cold so I can see how he got chilled.
Her story made me think of the days a few years ago when a huge group of us from work would get together every weekend and play football. We always had 12-14 on a side and we always played. No matter what the weather was, we played. I remember playing in cold rain, sleet & snow. It became a matter of honor somehow not to miss the game. No matter what, we played.
I'm not talking about warm weather either. We never even started planning games before November. Now that I look back on it I think we were all a bit screwey.
I remember one weekend in particular when it was very cold but it was raining too. It was cold enough that the rain was turning to ice on the roads. Most of us fools still showed up to play anyway. We didn't have any real football gear either. We wore sweats and rubber cleats. That was our gear.
This weekend was a brutal one. Imagine wearing a shirt, 2 sweatshirts, 2 pairs of sweat pants, wool socks and cleats and then getting soaked in the freezing rain. With every step we ran the water splashed into our faces and into the shoes. Luckily the toes became numb quickly. With every tackle, the clothes got more soaked and the longer the daywent the colder it got. I remember running down the field toward the end of the day, going out for a pass and the puddles splashing everywhere. My clothes felt like an extra 20 pounds on me and just trying to keep my footing was a chore. The ball was thrown my way and when it hit my fingers, which had been numb to that point, the stinging sensation was almost unbearable. I held onto the ball and literally stumbled into the endzone, falling flat on my face and sliding for 5 feet to a stop. When I hit the ground the water just flowed down the neck of my sweatshirts and completely froze me. I had never felt anything like that before. It was like electric shocks coursing all through me. It was right then and there that I remember thinking how much fun I was having. Even being chilled for 2 days afterward I remember eagerly anticipating the next game.
So when Gabby Hayes was complaining how her fiancee turned the heat up so high trying to shake the chill, I understood. Even after soaking in a hot bath and sitting in front of the fire he was still cold and couldn't shake the chill. That made me smile.
I'll bet he had a kick-ass time.
Her story made me think of the days a few years ago when a huge group of us from work would get together every weekend and play football. We always had 12-14 on a side and we always played. No matter what the weather was, we played. I remember playing in cold rain, sleet & snow. It became a matter of honor somehow not to miss the game. No matter what, we played.
I'm not talking about warm weather either. We never even started planning games before November. Now that I look back on it I think we were all a bit screwey.
I remember one weekend in particular when it was very cold but it was raining too. It was cold enough that the rain was turning to ice on the roads. Most of us fools still showed up to play anyway. We didn't have any real football gear either. We wore sweats and rubber cleats. That was our gear.
This weekend was a brutal one. Imagine wearing a shirt, 2 sweatshirts, 2 pairs of sweat pants, wool socks and cleats and then getting soaked in the freezing rain. With every step we ran the water splashed into our faces and into the shoes. Luckily the toes became numb quickly. With every tackle, the clothes got more soaked and the longer the daywent the colder it got. I remember running down the field toward the end of the day, going out for a pass and the puddles splashing everywhere. My clothes felt like an extra 20 pounds on me and just trying to keep my footing was a chore. The ball was thrown my way and when it hit my fingers, which had been numb to that point, the stinging sensation was almost unbearable. I held onto the ball and literally stumbled into the endzone, falling flat on my face and sliding for 5 feet to a stop. When I hit the ground the water just flowed down the neck of my sweatshirts and completely froze me. I had never felt anything like that before. It was like electric shocks coursing all through me. It was right then and there that I remember thinking how much fun I was having. Even being chilled for 2 days afterward I remember eagerly anticipating the next game.
So when Gabby Hayes was complaining how her fiancee turned the heat up so high trying to shake the chill, I understood. Even after soaking in a hot bath and sitting in front of the fire he was still cold and couldn't shake the chill. That made me smile.
I'll bet he had a kick-ass time.
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Hello Old Friend
Yeah, I remember you. I knew you right away. How could I forget? It’s those eyes. They are unforgettable. There are no other eyes like that in the world. Can’t be. Easily the most intense, most differently colored, most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.
I knew who you were before I even saw your face. I didn’t need to. But the face is still the same. Almost. More wrinkles. Deeper wounds on a pretty face. I look intentionally at the corners of those eyes. Looking for the little wrinkles that tell me you still laugh. They are cut deep. They are still prominent. Still the deepest. That makes me smile.
The surprise on your face was genuine. How could we have run into each other so far from there? Where we knew each other was a long way from here. It was a long time from here. It’s a small world after all. ;)
I feel good to see you. You were a light back then. I think didn’t know it though. Not until it was too late.
I feel bad to hear your story. The choices you made a decade ago have led you here. To where you are ready to start all over again. Too bad. I knew it then. We knew it then. You chose differently. Follow your heart? Gets you in trouble sometimes.
Thanks. I missed you too. It was good to see you too. The hug is familiar. It ignites a dull ache in the pit of my stomach. Something long ago forgotten. Well, apparently not forgotten. Maybe just lost in storage.
Walk away now. I didn’t miss you before. I haven't for a while at least. I will now. It was good to see you too. Take care of you.
Huh. I don’t even know where you are going. Where you live now. Funny, I never thought to find out. I wonder how that happens? Maybe I didn’t want to know? Perhaps I wasn’t ready to know. Best to let sleeping dogs lie.
It sure was good to see you again.
I think so anyway.
I knew who you were before I even saw your face. I didn’t need to. But the face is still the same. Almost. More wrinkles. Deeper wounds on a pretty face. I look intentionally at the corners of those eyes. Looking for the little wrinkles that tell me you still laugh. They are cut deep. They are still prominent. Still the deepest. That makes me smile.
The surprise on your face was genuine. How could we have run into each other so far from there? Where we knew each other was a long way from here. It was a long time from here. It’s a small world after all. ;)
I feel good to see you. You were a light back then. I think didn’t know it though. Not until it was too late.
I feel bad to hear your story. The choices you made a decade ago have led you here. To where you are ready to start all over again. Too bad. I knew it then. We knew it then. You chose differently. Follow your heart? Gets you in trouble sometimes.
Thanks. I missed you too. It was good to see you too. The hug is familiar. It ignites a dull ache in the pit of my stomach. Something long ago forgotten. Well, apparently not forgotten. Maybe just lost in storage.
Walk away now. I didn’t miss you before. I haven't for a while at least. I will now. It was good to see you too. Take care of you.
Huh. I don’t even know where you are going. Where you live now. Funny, I never thought to find out. I wonder how that happens? Maybe I didn’t want to know? Perhaps I wasn’t ready to know. Best to let sleeping dogs lie.
It sure was good to see you again.
I think so anyway.
BS Friday Answer
Time for the truth to come out about this week's BS Friday story. The whole thing is false. I lied. Forgive me?
I like the way PlatinumGirl described her thoughts on it, "....even if there is a kernel of truth to it I'm calling B.S." There was a kernel of truth to it. But just a kernel. I did know someone named Judith and she did run in the skimpy outfit during lunches, but that was it. Her live-in guy was a Major in the Marine Corps so not too many people took a chance on 'getting to know her'. That was the extent of the truth.
Thanks to everyone for playing along and tune in next week for more BS.
I like the way PlatinumGirl described her thoughts on it, "....even if there is a kernel of truth to it I'm calling B.S." There was a kernel of truth to it. But just a kernel. I did know someone named Judith and she did run in the skimpy outfit during lunches, but that was it. Her live-in guy was a Major in the Marine Corps so not too many people took a chance on 'getting to know her'. That was the extent of the truth.
Thanks to everyone for playing along and tune in next week for more BS.
Friday, December 02, 2005
Welcome To BS Friday
Welcome once again to BS Friday. I’ll write it, you tell me if it’s true or just plain old BS. This week’s post is called: A ‘Lifetime’ Moment
December 5th is coming. I hate December 5th. December 5th is the day that Judith went away for good.
Way back when I was just recently out of high school I had a girlfriend named Judith. She was 11 years older than me. She was a Manager in the same company where I was working. That’s how we met.
She taught me a lot about life. She was one of the smartest, sweetest and most patient people I’ve ever met. She had to be patient because back then I was so full of crap that when I think back on that me, I can hardly stand myself.
She used to run 2 miles every day at lunch time. A lot of guys at work noticed her routine and would take lunch outside just to see her leave and come back. She wore those little, tight spandex shorts and a sports bra to run. Then she would shower and go back to work. She was a sight to see.
One day I decided I would start running too. She had inspired me. I didn’t want to make her think I was being weird or anything so I would change clothes and head up to the local park to run the trail there. I did that for several weeks until one day I was running along on the trail and suddenly I heard footsteps behind me. I moved over to the side so the person could pass by, but they got beside me and just stayed there. I looked over and it was Judith.
She just smiled and quickly said, “Do you mind company?” I just shook my head no and we kept on going. We ran the trail 3 laps that day. It was 0.7 miles for one lap so we made our 2 miles. Afterward, we stood and talked and she told me she liked company when running and when she heard I was going to the trail, she thought she’d come along as long as I didn’t mind. I didn’t mind at all. To my young mind (currently under the almost total control of my penis) I was halfway to scoring with an uber-hot babe.
We kept at the running for some time. Eventually I got strong enough to allow some conversation while running. We talked about a lot of things and got to be friends. Then we started going out. Mostly innocent things like trips to coffee shops and sometimes she liked to go to the local dinner theatre. I tagged along always. At first because I thought she was so hot. Later because I liked her as a person. I learned a lot about her those first few weeks. One thing I learned quickly was that she had moved to the area to be with her dying Mother. She had left behind a man she cared a lot about but had decided that her Mom was more important. Apparently it was a very hard thing for her to do.
Soon we became closer than friends. We started ‘dating’, as she would say. We did a lot of cool things together that I would never have dreamed of doing. She was from a very wealthy family and they did things I had only read about. I learned about the difference between good wine and bad wine at the wine tasting parties she took me to. I learned proper etiquette at nice dinner places. I learned patience with people and especially when making love. It was an almost surreal time in my life when I look back on it. Kinda like a movie on Lifetime.
Just like on Lifetime, all good things must end and so did Judith and I. A few months after we got close, her Mother passed away. There was the typical funeral and sad weeks afterward settling all the estate affairs. I stood by her all the time, never leaving her unless she wanted to be alone. Sometimes it was hard. Mostly it was something I felt good about being able to do for her.
Then one day she came by my place and told me she was leaving. She was headed back to her old life. She also told me she planned on trying to patch up things with the guy she had left behind the year before. I should have known it was coming. Truthfully, I did in a way. Still, I didn’t accept it very well. I actually was pretty mad about it even though it should have been obvious. I gave her a hard time about it until she finally gave up and left.
I never went to help her pack. I never went to say goodbye. I just sulked and acted like an ass until it became too late to do anything positive anyway. I finally got myself together and the next weekend I hurried to her place, hoping to at least say goodbye. It was too late though. Her landlord told me she had pulled out about 15 minutes earlier.
Now I was panicked. I didn’t want to leave it that way. So I got in the car and headed out, hoping to catch her on the highway. After about an hour, I saw her car ahead. I got up beside her and kept motioning for her to pull over. Finally she did. She got out of her car and I hugged her and held her and told her how sorry I was to have acted so stupidly. I told her how I didn’t want to leave any negative stuff between us. She was happy that I had caught her and, even though there would always be the negative last few days we had together, she would always remember the good stuff the most.
Finally she got ready to go and this time I gave her a proper sendoff. As I watched her drive out of my life I felt a bit of calm this time. I would miss her. No doubt, but at least she wouldn’t have her last memory of us being one where I was acting like a baby.
That was December 5th of 1988. I still don’t care for that day.
December 5th is coming. I hate December 5th. December 5th is the day that Judith went away for good.
Way back when I was just recently out of high school I had a girlfriend named Judith. She was 11 years older than me. She was a Manager in the same company where I was working. That’s how we met.
She taught me a lot about life. She was one of the smartest, sweetest and most patient people I’ve ever met. She had to be patient because back then I was so full of crap that when I think back on that me, I can hardly stand myself.
She used to run 2 miles every day at lunch time. A lot of guys at work noticed her routine and would take lunch outside just to see her leave and come back. She wore those little, tight spandex shorts and a sports bra to run. Then she would shower and go back to work. She was a sight to see.
One day I decided I would start running too. She had inspired me. I didn’t want to make her think I was being weird or anything so I would change clothes and head up to the local park to run the trail there. I did that for several weeks until one day I was running along on the trail and suddenly I heard footsteps behind me. I moved over to the side so the person could pass by, but they got beside me and just stayed there. I looked over and it was Judith.
She just smiled and quickly said, “Do you mind company?” I just shook my head no and we kept on going. We ran the trail 3 laps that day. It was 0.7 miles for one lap so we made our 2 miles. Afterward, we stood and talked and she told me she liked company when running and when she heard I was going to the trail, she thought she’d come along as long as I didn’t mind. I didn’t mind at all. To my young mind (currently under the almost total control of my penis) I was halfway to scoring with an uber-hot babe.
We kept at the running for some time. Eventually I got strong enough to allow some conversation while running. We talked about a lot of things and got to be friends. Then we started going out. Mostly innocent things like trips to coffee shops and sometimes she liked to go to the local dinner theatre. I tagged along always. At first because I thought she was so hot. Later because I liked her as a person. I learned a lot about her those first few weeks. One thing I learned quickly was that she had moved to the area to be with her dying Mother. She had left behind a man she cared a lot about but had decided that her Mom was more important. Apparently it was a very hard thing for her to do.
Soon we became closer than friends. We started ‘dating’, as she would say. We did a lot of cool things together that I would never have dreamed of doing. She was from a very wealthy family and they did things I had only read about. I learned about the difference between good wine and bad wine at the wine tasting parties she took me to. I learned proper etiquette at nice dinner places. I learned patience with people and especially when making love. It was an almost surreal time in my life when I look back on it. Kinda like a movie on Lifetime.
Just like on Lifetime, all good things must end and so did Judith and I. A few months after we got close, her Mother passed away. There was the typical funeral and sad weeks afterward settling all the estate affairs. I stood by her all the time, never leaving her unless she wanted to be alone. Sometimes it was hard. Mostly it was something I felt good about being able to do for her.
Then one day she came by my place and told me she was leaving. She was headed back to her old life. She also told me she planned on trying to patch up things with the guy she had left behind the year before. I should have known it was coming. Truthfully, I did in a way. Still, I didn’t accept it very well. I actually was pretty mad about it even though it should have been obvious. I gave her a hard time about it until she finally gave up and left.
I never went to help her pack. I never went to say goodbye. I just sulked and acted like an ass until it became too late to do anything positive anyway. I finally got myself together and the next weekend I hurried to her place, hoping to at least say goodbye. It was too late though. Her landlord told me she had pulled out about 15 minutes earlier.
Now I was panicked. I didn’t want to leave it that way. So I got in the car and headed out, hoping to catch her on the highway. After about an hour, I saw her car ahead. I got up beside her and kept motioning for her to pull over. Finally she did. She got out of her car and I hugged her and held her and told her how sorry I was to have acted so stupidly. I told her how I didn’t want to leave any negative stuff between us. She was happy that I had caught her and, even though there would always be the negative last few days we had together, she would always remember the good stuff the most.
Finally she got ready to go and this time I gave her a proper sendoff. As I watched her drive out of my life I felt a bit of calm this time. I would miss her. No doubt, but at least she wouldn’t have her last memory of us being one where I was acting like a baby.
That was December 5th of 1988. I still don’t care for that day.
Morning Stuff
This morning at Starbuck's the woman behind me in line ordered a grande skim decaf 180 degree latte with 1 pack of splenda and no foam. Now, I know from personal experience that coffee is an acquired taste. Most people get hooked over time and don't just one day grab a cup o' java and decide that it is the best thing they ever tasted. What I'm wondering is how this woman decided all those little things about how she wanted her coffee to taste.
I think it has to take years to decided all those little nuances for a latte. How does the no foam effect the taste? How does the 180 degrees make a difference? You would have to work hard over time to get that brew just right. Personally, I believe someone ordering something like that really doesn't like coffee. It sounds like there is no coffee taste left anyway.
Last night I checked out Sin City again. (Remember how I wasn't sure what I thought about it?) I do know that I like it now. But I have come to one other conclusion. Did anyone notice how everyone in the movie is a heavy smoker? They have sex, they smoke. They kill someone, they smoke. They torture and maim, they smoke. The one main character that you don't see smoke is Jessica Alba's character Nancy, who happens to be the only one that seems like a good person. Everyone else is a killer or hooker or bad cop... whatever. So here's the lesson I've learned from the movie; Bad people smoke. Nice/good people don't smoke. There really isn't much else of significance to glean from the movie so I'll take that.
I finally got the floor in my basement done yesterday. Instead of replacing the ruined carpet, we decided to put down hardwood on the bad side. It turned out great. Now I have this really cool room in the basement that is half carpet and half hardwood. It sounds funny but it looks great. It's like there are 2 rooms now.
The delays were driving me crazy. I hadn't planned on getting the insurance company involved in the first place. If I hadn't it would have been done weeks ago. But when it was suggested and we found out that they would cover a lot of the cost, we went with it. I guess that's what you get when you want to save money. Oh well, it's done now.
For those of you stopping by for the BS Friday post, it is coming. I know I missed last week but I won't miss this week. Just give me a little while and I'll have something posted.
OK, time to get going with this day. Fridays are great, aren't they?
I think it has to take years to decided all those little nuances for a latte. How does the no foam effect the taste? How does the 180 degrees make a difference? You would have to work hard over time to get that brew just right. Personally, I believe someone ordering something like that really doesn't like coffee. It sounds like there is no coffee taste left anyway.
Last night I checked out Sin City again. (Remember how I wasn't sure what I thought about it?) I do know that I like it now. But I have come to one other conclusion. Did anyone notice how everyone in the movie is a heavy smoker? They have sex, they smoke. They kill someone, they smoke. They torture and maim, they smoke. The one main character that you don't see smoke is Jessica Alba's character Nancy, who happens to be the only one that seems like a good person. Everyone else is a killer or hooker or bad cop... whatever. So here's the lesson I've learned from the movie; Bad people smoke. Nice/good people don't smoke. There really isn't much else of significance to glean from the movie so I'll take that.
I finally got the floor in my basement done yesterday. Instead of replacing the ruined carpet, we decided to put down hardwood on the bad side. It turned out great. Now I have this really cool room in the basement that is half carpet and half hardwood. It sounds funny but it looks great. It's like there are 2 rooms now.
The delays were driving me crazy. I hadn't planned on getting the insurance company involved in the first place. If I hadn't it would have been done weeks ago. But when it was suggested and we found out that they would cover a lot of the cost, we went with it. I guess that's what you get when you want to save money. Oh well, it's done now.
For those of you stopping by for the BS Friday post, it is coming. I know I missed last week but I won't miss this week. Just give me a little while and I'll have something posted.
OK, time to get going with this day. Fridays are great, aren't they?
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Today's Helpful Tip
...From your helpful friend, Helpie Helperson.
Tip: When you are in need of professional help it would be best to know you can actually be helped.
Remember, Helpie says any help is good help. :)
Tip: When you are in need of professional help it would be best to know you can actually be helped.
Remember, Helpie says any help is good help. :)
HNT In YB's World
I have been a lurker in the HNT world since it started. It has become one of my favorite Thursday things. There are a lot of creative people out there (not to mention sexy people) and I think Osbasso started something awesome.
In honor of HNT, I am posting some pics of people from my world. This is probably the only HNT post I'll do and although it is decidedly tongue-in-cheek, I hope you enjoy it.
First, here's Peachy. :)
Next, Spacebrain. (You have to imagine him with a mustache though.)
This is a guy we work with. (He really does look like this.)
This is my 91 year old neighbor.
This is an old friend from high school. She has that bod but also a similar face.
This is a business executive we all know (and love).
Finally, this is me. ;)
So there's my first (and probably last) HNT post. I hope you enjoyed it. If you want to see the real deal, check out the King Of HNT. His site will point you in the right direction.
In honor of HNT, I am posting some pics of people from my world. This is probably the only HNT post I'll do and although it is decidedly tongue-in-cheek, I hope you enjoy it.
First, here's Peachy. :)
Next, Spacebrain. (You have to imagine him with a mustache though.)
This is a guy we work with. (He really does look like this.)
This is my 91 year old neighbor.
This is an old friend from high school. She has that bod but also a similar face.
This is a business executive we all know (and love).
Finally, this is me. ;)
So there's my first (and probably last) HNT post. I hope you enjoyed it. If you want to see the real deal, check out the King Of HNT. His site will point you in the right direction.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Question Of The Day
If you work at a stupid place and you work with stupid people but you don't feel stupid, are you just fooling yourself?
Not All Life Is Sacred
There has been a lot of debate lately in the local news about the death penalty. The reason is that there is another murderer scheduled to die next week in MD but his lawyers are throwing out all the possible stalls and appeals they can, trying to drum up some sympathy for him. Trying to get the Governor to commute his sentence. Sickening.
The jerk murdered a Grandmother for $5.00 in broad daylight right in front of her grandchildren. $5.00 for some drugs. He had a drug problem and somehow that makes it OK? Makes it more tolerable? I don't think so. He's scum. He deserves to get what he earned. And he did earn the death penalty.
Apparently there is an even worse scumbag out in California that a lot of soft-headed bleeding hearts want to actually set free. Some guy named Stan Tookie Williams who has had one of those miraculous death row conversions and is now a fine, upstanding citizen. Everyone seems to forget that he left a wake of death and misery behind him. (He was convicted of 4 killings.) Not to mention the fact that he was the co-founder of the infamous 'Crips' gang who have most certainly helped a lot more people into their graves over the years.
Now some people want to set him free. Give him a second chance. Why? What about the victims? How do they get a second chance at life? They don't. They are dead. Their families have been severely affected. Just because someone has 'found religion' and seemingly reformed themselves in the limited confines of prison, doesn't mean they should not pay for their crimes. No matter who they claim they are, they still did some pretty hateful things.
I don't know who decided that all life is sacred but they are wrong. I don't believe that a living, breathing rapist, murderer or child molestor has any right to life. They had no problem with destroying someone else's life and the lives of their victims loved ones. For me, anyone who does those things has voluntarily given up their rights as a human and joined the ranks of the animals.
The death penalty isn't murder as some may claim. You don't murder animals, you kill them.
The jerk murdered a Grandmother for $5.00 in broad daylight right in front of her grandchildren. $5.00 for some drugs. He had a drug problem and somehow that makes it OK? Makes it more tolerable? I don't think so. He's scum. He deserves to get what he earned. And he did earn the death penalty.
Apparently there is an even worse scumbag out in California that a lot of soft-headed bleeding hearts want to actually set free. Some guy named Stan Tookie Williams who has had one of those miraculous death row conversions and is now a fine, upstanding citizen. Everyone seems to forget that he left a wake of death and misery behind him. (He was convicted of 4 killings.) Not to mention the fact that he was the co-founder of the infamous 'Crips' gang who have most certainly helped a lot more people into their graves over the years.
Now some people want to set him free. Give him a second chance. Why? What about the victims? How do they get a second chance at life? They don't. They are dead. Their families have been severely affected. Just because someone has 'found religion' and seemingly reformed themselves in the limited confines of prison, doesn't mean they should not pay for their crimes. No matter who they claim they are, they still did some pretty hateful things.
I don't know who decided that all life is sacred but they are wrong. I don't believe that a living, breathing rapist, murderer or child molestor has any right to life. They had no problem with destroying someone else's life and the lives of their victims loved ones. For me, anyone who does those things has voluntarily given up their rights as a human and joined the ranks of the animals.
The death penalty isn't murder as some may claim. You don't murder animals, you kill them.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Why?
Rod Stewart and Fiancée Have Baby Boy
Rod is 60. That kid will be lucky to be 10 by the time he croaks. He's lived hard. How stupid and selfish an idea for the old guy to still be breeding.
Remember what Eddie Murphy used to joke about when it comes to singers and sex? "Just sing and the women will love you! You don't even have to be good looking." That's what he used to say. Rod and his new girl are proof of that.
Rod is 60. That kid will be lucky to be 10 by the time he croaks. He's lived hard. How stupid and selfish an idea for the old guy to still be breeding.
Remember what Eddie Murphy used to joke about when it comes to singers and sex? "Just sing and the women will love you! You don't even have to be good looking." That's what he used to say. Rod and his new girl are proof of that.
It's The Law
I heard a news story this morning where a woman was driving along and apparently lost control of her car. She ran off the road and into an embankment. No one was hurt, including herself. No one was even nearby so there was no danger of hurting someone. But she still was arrested or ticketed (whichever) for “Failure to control speed to avoid a collision”.
This sounds fishy to me. How come someone can be fined for something like that when no one and nothing was hurt? How did the cop know that she was not controlling her speed well enough to avoid a collision?
Seems like there is a new law popping up every day. One that is carefully worded to make sure that you pay a fine no matter what.
What’s next? How about “Failure to slow down at an acceptable rate when approaching a stop light”? Maybe one like “Improper placement of a gas cap while filling the tank”. How about “Failure to have the clairvoyance to know that in 10 minutes someone will hit you and you didn’t avoid it”?
Don’t laugh. It could happen. Because Big Brother is watching and he wants all your money.
This sounds fishy to me. How come someone can be fined for something like that when no one and nothing was hurt? How did the cop know that she was not controlling her speed well enough to avoid a collision?
Seems like there is a new law popping up every day. One that is carefully worded to make sure that you pay a fine no matter what.
What’s next? How about “Failure to slow down at an acceptable rate when approaching a stop light”? Maybe one like “Improper placement of a gas cap while filling the tank”. How about “Failure to have the clairvoyance to know that in 10 minutes someone will hit you and you didn’t avoid it”?
Don’t laugh. It could happen. Because Big Brother is watching and he wants all your money.
Life Studies With Professor Eggbert
Yesterday I was thinking that the world would be a better place if people didn’t really know how to insult each other. Have you noticed that personal insults come at you or from you for almost any reason? I have. You yell insults at people while driving. (You don’t even know them.) You tell someone they are stupid if they say something you don’t agree with. You get a slanderous remark if you do almost anything contrary to what someone else thinks you should do. But what if we didn’t know how to properly insult someone? This made me wonder.....
So naturally I had to do an experiment. And naturally, Nicci was my lab rat, so to speak.
While Nicci was cooking up some stuff last night I decided to try and get on her nerves. On purpose. For the scientific approach to this question in my mind. I am good at that, so I didn’t feel I had any worries there. She was just talking about her day and I was constantly making stupid comments when finally it happened; she looked at me and said, “What is your problem? You are an ass tonight.” That was my cue to begin the experiment so I immediately replied, “Yeah, well..... your dress is blue!”
The stunned look on her face was precious! All she could say was “Huh?”
This is how the conversation went:
N: “What is that supposed to mean?”
B: “That’s what you get for calling me an ass.”
N: “But it makes no sense. It’s a stupid thing to say.”
B: “Oh, so now I’m stupid. OK, well..... you aren’t wearing any shoes!”
N: “Oh boy. I can see you are in one of those goofy moods tonight, aren’t you?”
B: “Oh, so now I’m goofy. OK, well..... I saw you driving your car tonight!”
N: “Yeah I do that every day. What, are you blind?”
B: “So now I’m blind eh? Well..... you have brown hair! So there!”
That’s when Nicci started laughing. She didn’t stop for a while either. Then I explained to her my thoughts and let her know that I was using her for my experiment. She even laughed more at that. But in the end, I proved my point. If people didn’t know how to hurl real insults, all conversations would end up in laughter.
Try it today and see how things go. I’ll bet you make some new friends or just get closer to some old ones. Maybe we can make the world a nicer place to live. ;)
So naturally I had to do an experiment. And naturally, Nicci was my lab rat, so to speak.
While Nicci was cooking up some stuff last night I decided to try and get on her nerves. On purpose. For the scientific approach to this question in my mind. I am good at that, so I didn’t feel I had any worries there. She was just talking about her day and I was constantly making stupid comments when finally it happened; she looked at me and said, “What is your problem? You are an ass tonight.” That was my cue to begin the experiment so I immediately replied, “Yeah, well..... your dress is blue!”
The stunned look on her face was precious! All she could say was “Huh?”
This is how the conversation went:
N: “What is that supposed to mean?”
B: “That’s what you get for calling me an ass.”
N: “But it makes no sense. It’s a stupid thing to say.”
B: “Oh, so now I’m stupid. OK, well..... you aren’t wearing any shoes!”
N: “Oh boy. I can see you are in one of those goofy moods tonight, aren’t you?”
B: “Oh, so now I’m goofy. OK, well..... I saw you driving your car tonight!”
N: “Yeah I do that every day. What, are you blind?”
B: “So now I’m blind eh? Well..... you have brown hair! So there!”
That’s when Nicci started laughing. She didn’t stop for a while either. Then I explained to her my thoughts and let her know that I was using her for my experiment. She even laughed more at that. But in the end, I proved my point. If people didn’t know how to hurl real insults, all conversations would end up in laughter.
Try it today and see how things go. I’ll bet you make some new friends or just get closer to some old ones. Maybe we can make the world a nicer place to live. ;)
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