Hello?!?!? Is anyone else awake?
Here’s the deal. YOUR president came up with this god awful plan to socialize medical care. He lied to everyone to get it passed. The individual states stood up for YOU and said that what he was doing is un-constitutional, and the states sued the federal government.
Now if you paid attention to the first two day of arguments to the Supreme Court, the government attorney was idiotic . . . and the Supreme Court made him brilliant. On day one the government attorney argued that Obama Care was definitely not a tax. He was even asked that question directly by a judge and his answer was, “No, it is definitely not a tax.
Day two arrived, and the same attorney argued that even if Obama Care was illegal based on the Interstate Commerce Act, it would be legal as a tax.
Hmmm, the arguments legally should have stopped right then. You see, federal law states that if you want to argue a tax to the Supreme Court the tax has to be levied and collected BEFORE the argument could be made. So by allowing the argument, the Supreme Court broke federal law.
Go figure!
So the government allowed an illegal argument to support a violation of the constitution. But then it gets worse. We knew that 4 judges (two appointed by Obama for this specific purpose) were going to side with their boss. Then there were 4 other judges that were going to work against them. The last judge was appointed by George H. W. Bush.
To make this obscene ruling more difficult, one of Obama judges was the lady that worked for Obama, and wrote the same freakin’ law. Now naturally she should have recused herself. But NO! She decided that she wouldn’t and no other judge stood up to her.
In any case, the entire world figured that Obama care would be ruled un-constitutional by a 5 to 4 vote. But let’s not forget that the idiots of the USA voted a Chicago gangster in as President of MY United states. My guess is that someone got to the final judge.
As he read the ruling he specifically stated that as presented, Obama care was un-constitutional. But he stated that if the court presumed it was a tax, then the federal government had unlimited authority to tax as it pleased. He then stated that the Supreme Court is not responsible for poor selection of its leaders.
So Obama Care is now a tax, and it is constitutional.
Ok, so lets us just think about what just happened. As an American, I have the god given right to eat a cheeseburger. If I want 3 cheeseburgers I can buy them and eat them. But now the Supreme Court has ruled that if Obama decides he doesn’t like cheeseburgers then he can tax me for eating one.
People, out world just changed!
We no longer have life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. We now have a dictator that can decide to outlaw anything he chooses by taxing us for doing it. Oh my god, John Hancock just rolled over in his grave!
The greatest country in the history of the world just became Cuba because of an ignorant Chicago gangster wannabe. If this dictator gets four more years to rule, we will all be socialist communist by 2016.
Now any normal good hearted American would say, “Heck, aient no way he will be voted in for four more years.” Guess what folks, he has a plan. Step 1 is to create a million new voters. Hence his recent executive decision to make all the illegal aliens . . . . legal! Wow, how brilliant. The president tells these non-Americans that if they vote for him he will let them have citizenship.
Step number 2 is to coerce all the homeless and welfare folks to vote for him as well. So he takes you money (which was donated as taxes to provide for defense and roads) and he throws parties offering food and booze to these individuals to entice them to sign up for welfare.
Holy Crap!
Ok, the ONLY way to save our country is to vote him out. But it will take more. Tell your friends what really just happened. Tell them th tif they don’t vote him out, the next thing he may outlaw is booze and sex. He could make a law . . . . oops tax . . . that takes away you kids, or you siblings.
Friends, this is real shit! Help me stop AMERICA from becoming the next Cuba. And help me stop Obama from becoming the next Castro!
PLEASE?
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Thursday, June 28, 2012
My Journal #229 - Thinking!
Now today is a special Friday blog . . . . even though it’s not technical Friday yet. So here we go, TGIF!
First, a very special shout out to my two best friends . . . .
Banana Rama & Martel – I sometimes think you two are working together because this week you both gave me the same speech. I LOVE YOU TWO! I know it’s hard to tell me difficult things sometimes because I am so driven and obstinate. But please keep telling me your thoughts. I do listen, trust me. I’ve never had anyone that had my back like you two, except possibly HMPOA. So if I am making a mistake, hit me in the face with it. I trust you. And THANK YOU.
I have a lot to say about “Obama-care” and the Supreme Courts second screwing . . . I mean ruling. But that will have to wait until I am better informed and less agitated. But I will give you an official Illogical Rambling quote.
Ok, I’ve been quiet lately. Mostly because I am taking a vacation next week and I have to complete two weeks of work this week. Urgh! But you know me, I always leave my plate clean. So I have one more day of complete dedication and then I am drunk for a week.
[Kidding . . . sort of]
But I’ve also been thinking a lot. You see for me it’s easy to see who is telling the truth, and usually I can spot a scam a mile away. But I think I’m learning about my Achilles heel, I go blind sometimes when I fall for someone. But my friends are turning on the lights for me.
What are my vacation plans you ask?
It will be a typical poor man’s vacation. I’ll do yard work, probably put new siding on the garage, and hopefully get away for a couple of days where no one can find me. I’m thinking about a camping trip, but as Banana Rama pointed out, it will be hot. So maybe I’ll be in a cold hotel room watching porn and drinking whiskey for two days straight.
Ok, one quick story. When I was training their goal was to destroy us physically and mentally, then rebuild us as a machine. During the process my trainer told me something that I have since lost track. He said, “You will reach a point where you will be in a life or death situation and you won’t know who to trust. Trust the one that volunteers the worst news.”
It sounds weird but I guess his logic is that you can trust the person that is willing to tell you the “shit sandwich” sort of news. If they were going to con you, they would tell you good news. I need to remember that now, and trust it.
Finally, my government shrink no longer works for the government. I guess he decided to go it alone and make real money. He still checks in with me though. He was the one that convinced me to tell you all about my 10 days of hell. He said it would make the nightmares go away. It didn’t work, but it does feel good to know that someone knows my story when I am dead.
Now he is trying to convince me to tell the story about what happened when I was a wee lad of 12. That one is going to be a tough nut to crack, but I am thinking about it.
Maybe . . . . someday.
First, a very special shout out to my two best friends . . . .
Banana Rama & Martel – I sometimes think you two are working together because this week you both gave me the same speech. I LOVE YOU TWO! I know it’s hard to tell me difficult things sometimes because I am so driven and obstinate. But please keep telling me your thoughts. I do listen, trust me. I’ve never had anyone that had my back like you two, except possibly HMPOA. So if I am making a mistake, hit me in the face with it. I trust you. And THANK YOU.
I have a lot to say about “Obama-care” and the Supreme Courts second screwing . . . I mean ruling. But that will have to wait until I am better informed and less agitated. But I will give you an official Illogical Rambling quote.
"If you LOVE this country then you need to stand up and be heard very soon, because a gangster is stealing your country right out from under your nose!!!"
Ok, I’ve been quiet lately. Mostly because I am taking a vacation next week and I have to complete two weeks of work this week. Urgh! But you know me, I always leave my plate clean. So I have one more day of complete dedication and then I am drunk for a week.
[Kidding . . . sort of]
But I’ve also been thinking a lot. You see for me it’s easy to see who is telling the truth, and usually I can spot a scam a mile away. But I think I’m learning about my Achilles heel, I go blind sometimes when I fall for someone. But my friends are turning on the lights for me.
What are my vacation plans you ask?
It will be a typical poor man’s vacation. I’ll do yard work, probably put new siding on the garage, and hopefully get away for a couple of days where no one can find me. I’m thinking about a camping trip, but as Banana Rama pointed out, it will be hot. So maybe I’ll be in a cold hotel room watching porn and drinking whiskey for two days straight.
Ok, one quick story. When I was training their goal was to destroy us physically and mentally, then rebuild us as a machine. During the process my trainer told me something that I have since lost track. He said, “You will reach a point where you will be in a life or death situation and you won’t know who to trust. Trust the one that volunteers the worst news.”
It sounds weird but I guess his logic is that you can trust the person that is willing to tell you the “shit sandwich” sort of news. If they were going to con you, they would tell you good news. I need to remember that now, and trust it.
Finally, my government shrink no longer works for the government. I guess he decided to go it alone and make real money. He still checks in with me though. He was the one that convinced me to tell you all about my 10 days of hell. He said it would make the nightmares go away. It didn’t work, but it does feel good to know that someone knows my story when I am dead.
Now he is trying to convince me to tell the story about what happened when I was a wee lad of 12. That one is going to be a tough nut to crack, but I am thinking about it.
Maybe . . . . someday.
Monday, June 25, 2012
My Journal #228 - Kepp fighting for us Arizona!
Today the US Supreme Court delivered a ruling on the suit against Arizona by the US government. Before I give you my idiotic thoughts let me share some background.
The Federal Government of the United States of America has the only authority to relocate illegal aliens. There are Federal laws in place regarding illegal entry into this country. These laws included the penalties associate with violation of these laws. Yet recently by Executive decision the US government declared that they will not enforce these laws. By making this declaration it means that if a resident of another country can make it to the sweet USA, they are home free as no one will prosecute them or relocate them.
Arizona residents by a 70% approval demanded that the state government do something to stop the invasion. Many people are being killed and robbed and the population cannot defend themselves against Cartel hitmen. So the legislature in Arizona concluded that if the laws are on the federal books, and the federal government is refusing to do anything, then Arizona would. So Arizona copied the federal laws, voted on them, and made a legal document for the state of Arizona.
The federal government sued. Arizona’s position was that if the laws are valid on a federal level then copying the same laws and making them state regulations would allow the state to do what the federal government refused to do.
The US Supreme shot down most of the state law claiming that a state cannot create laws that already exist on the federal level.
To quickly recap; the laws exist to protect the citizens of Arizona and the rest of the US. The president declared that the federal government would not seek out, prosecute or deport illegal aliens. Arizona citizens demanded protection so Arizona tried to do what the federal government would not do. Now Arizona is told that they cannot do it themselves . . . . legally.
But wait! Arizona did get one victory. In Arizona, if someone breaks a law and is detained legally, and if the arresting officer has reasonable doubt of the person citizenship . . . . HE CAN ASK. Wow, thank you Supreme Court. Now here is the big kicker. The federal government has the data on citizenship. SO when the officer in Arizona want to determine citizenship, they have to call . . . . . Yup, you guessed it . . . the federal government.
So what did our president do next you ask? He ordered the federal immigration offices to cease all arrangement of information sharing with the state of Arizona.
One step forward, two steps back?
Has anyone read our Constitution? It specifically states that the individual states can create laws to protect themselves from outside individuals and our own government.
People, this president is trying to set himself up as our dictator. So get up and do something. Vote the idiot out of office before he steals our entire country!!
Oh, if you noticed ther is no Journal # 227. I wrote that one early Sunday morning while drunk and buzzing. It was rude and vicious. And I do have a rule that I don't publish anything when I am not 100%. So I deleted it.
But hey, Martel read it. She's got my back too.
The Federal Government of the United States of America has the only authority to relocate illegal aliens. There are Federal laws in place regarding illegal entry into this country. These laws included the penalties associate with violation of these laws. Yet recently by Executive decision the US government declared that they will not enforce these laws. By making this declaration it means that if a resident of another country can make it to the sweet USA, they are home free as no one will prosecute them or relocate them.
Arizona residents by a 70% approval demanded that the state government do something to stop the invasion. Many people are being killed and robbed and the population cannot defend themselves against Cartel hitmen. So the legislature in Arizona concluded that if the laws are on the federal books, and the federal government is refusing to do anything, then Arizona would. So Arizona copied the federal laws, voted on them, and made a legal document for the state of Arizona.
The federal government sued. Arizona’s position was that if the laws are valid on a federal level then copying the same laws and making them state regulations would allow the state to do what the federal government refused to do.
The US Supreme shot down most of the state law claiming that a state cannot create laws that already exist on the federal level.
To quickly recap; the laws exist to protect the citizens of Arizona and the rest of the US. The president declared that the federal government would not seek out, prosecute or deport illegal aliens. Arizona citizens demanded protection so Arizona tried to do what the federal government would not do. Now Arizona is told that they cannot do it themselves . . . . legally.
But wait! Arizona did get one victory. In Arizona, if someone breaks a law and is detained legally, and if the arresting officer has reasonable doubt of the person citizenship . . . . HE CAN ASK. Wow, thank you Supreme Court. Now here is the big kicker. The federal government has the data on citizenship. SO when the officer in Arizona want to determine citizenship, they have to call . . . . . Yup, you guessed it . . . the federal government.
So what did our president do next you ask? He ordered the federal immigration offices to cease all arrangement of information sharing with the state of Arizona.
One step forward, two steps back?
Has anyone read our Constitution? It specifically states that the individual states can create laws to protect themselves from outside individuals and our own government.
People, this president is trying to set himself up as our dictator. So get up and do something. Vote the idiot out of office before he steals our entire country!!
Oh, if you noticed ther is no Journal # 227. I wrote that one early Sunday morning while drunk and buzzing. It was rude and vicious. And I do have a rule that I don't publish anything when I am not 100%. So I deleted it.
But hey, Martel read it. She's got my back too.
Friday, June 22, 2012
My Journal #226 - Illegal Aliens?
Banana Rama – Hope your dad is doing better, and let me know if I can do anything.
Martel – Love will come the day you’re not looking for it. We will get together and discuss it further. Maybe this weekend?
HMPOA – Ok, I’m ready to meet your friend. Seriously this time. Call me.
Shakira – I’m glad we are back in touch and I hope you are enjoying these blog pages.
Our President (gag) has made a directive that specific illegal aliens will immediately be offered work visa’s and have a direct path to citizenship. My first thought was how do all the citizens feel that did what they were supposed to do to become a citizen? It seems that we are rewarding the violators of our laws and punishing those that follow our laws.
I am told that our government is not capable of tracking down all the illegal aliens and transporting them back to their home country. It is explained to me that since we can’t, why not quit trying? Hey, we don’t catch all the speeders on the freeway but the cops never quit trying. And I doubt that the government will decide to take down all the speed limits due to the challenge.
Basically our government is inept, and not incapable. If they ran our government like a business then they could handle our illegal alien situation. So my thought is why not contract the work out to a currently efficient entity . . . . like UPS?
UPS can keep track of millions of tiny packages every day that are travelling all over the globe. They can even tell you exactly where a specific package is at any given time. And they can find your address to deliver your package regardless of where you live. Give them the task of finding these illegal aliens. I’m sure their system will work great.
Also, most of the UPS drivers are large men. So they could easily grab a couple of aliens by the belt loop and toss them in the back of their truck. And the trucks are large enough to hold quite a few of these aliens. Oh, and the door locks from the outside so they won’t be able to get away.
Then, the next time UPS ships packages to another country, they can just load a bunch of these aliens in the truck or plane and drop them off outside the gate to their facility in that country. Hey, our problems could go away quickly.
And if family members want to know where the “snatched” alien is; heck, UPS can tell tehm EXACTLY where they are 24 hours a day and 7 days a week.
Yup, another reason I should be the president.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
My Journal #225 - The Wall
I was about to go for my run yesterday when I realized something. I’ve shared with you before how I actually hate running. Well I hate starting to run. But once I am running my mind goes blank. It’s the only time the noise in my head stops yelling. When I run the calculations stop in my head, the rolodex goes away, them nightmares end, and all I think about is peace
So I run a lot because I need the silence.
If any of you are runners, you know that at some point in the run you reach a time when your body starts to fatigue. That happens to me too. My legs get heavy and sore, my back tightens, and my breaths become shorter. I call it the wall. Unfortunately, when I hit the wall my brain wakes up. It always sides with my tired body that wants to stop running. My brain starts coming up with very logical reason to quit.
Just stop, no one will know.
You did walk a lot today, so you already hit your goal.
You have a hole in your sock so you are probably getting a blister.
You dick is slipping out of your jock and it could get a friction burn.
[That one usually works, don’t want to screw up my dick. When it goes I am committing suicide]
My mind throws out so many good excuses to quit that it would over power my will to push on. It’s not like I would give in though. I would be running, the excuses would be flying at me; and then I would wake up and realize that I had stopped. So I had to find a solution.
That’s when I came up with my WALL BREAKERS.
What I would do is think of someone. It could be a sports star I admire, someone that motivated me, a character, or even someone I know and admired. I would pick a person before every run. Then when I reach the wall I would utter two words . . . . . FOR ????????.
I would imagine that person and make myself believe that if I stopped I would let them down. I would run for them. I may have my limits for what I can do to myself, but there is nothing I won’t do for someone I care about. I did learn that when I picked someone I didn’t know, the failure rate went up. But when I picked someone I knew, someone I had talked to, and someone I care about; I would get this burst of energy. I would feel my legs moving, and the pain would go away. The next thing I knew, I was fine and running strong again. I had not let my Wall Breaker down.
About a year ago I took this a step farther. The last 200 yards of my run I do my kick. Once I found the powerful effect of my Wall Breaker I started using the Wall Breaker for another reason. I would imagine my Wall Breaker is at the finish line waiting for me. Only they are in some sort of danger.
You know me, when someone is in danger I fly to them. So I imagine them in trouble and calling for me. Something happens to me and I feel myself pushing. It’s the only time of the run I don’t care about making it to the finish line. My Wall Breaker is there and in trouble, so I know I will make it to them. But I find myself reaching my limit with every step. I can push myself harder than I could imagine.
Enter my old friend Shakira.
She was my first Wall Breaker many years ago. Just the thought of her being in trouble would make me fly. And now she is back. For that I am thankful. Recently I had a special Wall Breaker that NEVER let me down. But on Monday’s run she didn’t work. I just stopped running. (Long story for another day) So I thought of Shakira and “BAM” I was flying again!
I share this odd and illogical story because each of you has been my Wall Breaker at least once. And I promise you that no matter the obstacles, if you are ever in trouble . . . . I WILL MAKE IT TO YOU . . . .Trust me!
So I run a lot because I need the silence.
If any of you are runners, you know that at some point in the run you reach a time when your body starts to fatigue. That happens to me too. My legs get heavy and sore, my back tightens, and my breaths become shorter. I call it the wall. Unfortunately, when I hit the wall my brain wakes up. It always sides with my tired body that wants to stop running. My brain starts coming up with very logical reason to quit.
Just stop, no one will know.
You did walk a lot today, so you already hit your goal.
You have a hole in your sock so you are probably getting a blister.
You dick is slipping out of your jock and it could get a friction burn.
[That one usually works, don’t want to screw up my dick. When it goes I am committing suicide]
My mind throws out so many good excuses to quit that it would over power my will to push on. It’s not like I would give in though. I would be running, the excuses would be flying at me; and then I would wake up and realize that I had stopped. So I had to find a solution.
That’s when I came up with my WALL BREAKERS.
What I would do is think of someone. It could be a sports star I admire, someone that motivated me, a character, or even someone I know and admired. I would pick a person before every run. Then when I reach the wall I would utter two words . . . . . FOR ????????.
I would imagine that person and make myself believe that if I stopped I would let them down. I would run for them. I may have my limits for what I can do to myself, but there is nothing I won’t do for someone I care about. I did learn that when I picked someone I didn’t know, the failure rate went up. But when I picked someone I knew, someone I had talked to, and someone I care about; I would get this burst of energy. I would feel my legs moving, and the pain would go away. The next thing I knew, I was fine and running strong again. I had not let my Wall Breaker down.
About a year ago I took this a step farther. The last 200 yards of my run I do my kick. Once I found the powerful effect of my Wall Breaker I started using the Wall Breaker for another reason. I would imagine my Wall Breaker is at the finish line waiting for me. Only they are in some sort of danger.
You know me, when someone is in danger I fly to them. So I imagine them in trouble and calling for me. Something happens to me and I feel myself pushing. It’s the only time of the run I don’t care about making it to the finish line. My Wall Breaker is there and in trouble, so I know I will make it to them. But I find myself reaching my limit with every step. I can push myself harder than I could imagine.
Enter my old friend Shakira.
She was my first Wall Breaker many years ago. Just the thought of her being in trouble would make me fly. And now she is back. For that I am thankful. Recently I had a special Wall Breaker that NEVER let me down. But on Monday’s run she didn’t work. I just stopped running. (Long story for another day) So I thought of Shakira and “BAM” I was flying again!
I share this odd and illogical story because each of you has been my Wall Breaker at least once. And I promise you that no matter the obstacles, if you are ever in trouble . . . . I WILL MAKE IT TO YOU . . . .Trust me!
When you really matter to someone, that person allways will make time for you. No excuses, no lies, and no broken promises!
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
My Journal #224 - My Unique Perspective
I walked up on a private conversation yesterday. I did my usual and just kept walking, but the two females asked me to stop and give my opinion on the topic. After some clarification, I decided to give my simple philosophy. I never knew it was a unique philosophy though.
The topic was concerning one of the girls who was dating a guy. By dating she explained that they had been out about five times. This past weekend she was asked by another guy to have a drink, and she accepted. After she had agreed to the date, the guy she had been out with a few times asked her also. She told him she couldn’t go out. He pressed her as to why, so she finally told him she had another date. Her guy became angry and hung up.
She asked me if she was wrong. Here is my reply.
I believe that people are capable of taking care of themselves. That being said, I also believe that everyone has the right to do anything that they want. No matter the relationship, people have the right to do anything that they want. Period.
If I have been out with someone a few times, I have no cause to think that when I am not around that they are sitting at home looking at a picture of me. If I don’t ask for your time, then you should find something to entertain yourself. And even if I have asked for your time, and you have agreed; but then find a better arrangement then you should go do that.
All I ask is to keep me informed.
If I had been the guy that had gone out with this particular lady about five times, and I asked her out again, and she said no; I would like to know why but I have no right to an answer. The reason I would like to know is just so I can make intelligent decisions for me. For example, if she couldn’t go out because she was ill, I would probably send her something to help her pass the time. Even if she had another date, then I could go do whatever I wanted to do and do it with a clear conscious.
But whatever they do, if they choose to be honest, I won’t think less of them.
Getting back to the point about cancelling an already agreed to date, there is a time limit. That time limit is based on the purpose of the date, so the time limit is not fixed. For example, if the date was weekend trip to the Bahamas then the proper amount of notice to cancel may be a few weeks. But if the date was just drinks after work then a day should suffice.
Personally, I don’t enjoy being around a person that doesn’t make up their own mind and just do what they want to do. I have enough trouble making decisions for me; I don’t want to make decisions for someone else as well. I like the more “free-spirited” type.
I continued by explaining that in time this philosophy may change slightly, but the MAIN philosophy that everyone can and should do what they want applies regardless. As an example, I told them to suppose that a girl I was dating came to me and suggested that I only date her. Now suppose that I was inclined to agree. I would then negotiate an arrangement where I wouldn’t date anyone else, but I would expect reciprocity and / or additional honesty.
In this example I would only date the person to whom I made the promise. When I make a deal with someone I stick to it. I don’t ask later to get out of it, I just stick to it. Yet at the same time I still believe that the person I made the deal with has the right to do as they please. The only difference in this relationship is that now I believe I do have a right to know if the girl changes the deal.
Since we did make a deal I trust that the other party is adhering to the deal. I sort of expect that. But at the same time I also believe that I am not your daddy or your boss. Technically the girl still has the right to do anything that she wants to do. If we have a deal then I stick to it. If the deal changes then I do believe I have a RIGHT to know it changed. Then I can decide to do what is best for me, with a clear conscious.
In the above example, if there had been an existing exclusive arrangement between the girl and her guy then I believe that she has an obligation to inform him of her plans prior to going out with the other guy. She may have a personal moral obligation to remain exclusive, but that is her personal dilemma. She owes nothing to him other than honesty in my opinion. And regardless, the guy has no right to become angry. He does not own her.
[If he paid her for a date then that is a different story which I why I’ve NEVER used a hooker!]
Finally, if I were in an exclusive relationship and for whatever reason it just wasn’t working for me; then I would discuss it with the other party. I would never just break the arrangement. I would discuss why it’s not working, and attempt to negotiate a resolution that will improve my situation and be willing to give up additional consideration for my partner’s effort.
Apparently my philosophy is unique, and I didn’t realize it. I know guys are territorial, but I for one never assume I own anyone’s privates.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
My Journal #223 - How do you learn to lose?
Sure, I’ve lost before. I’ve lost at the little things though. I’ve lost ball games before. I’ve lost races before. I’ve had my butt kicked before. I’ve failed some tests before. I’ve let people down on occasion too. But I’ve never lost the war.
I think I have now.
I think I have now.
Even though I’ve lost before I’ve always achieved the main goal. What is that old saying, “We may have lost the battle, but we won the war!” That sort of is me.
But I’m on the verge of admitting I’ve lost the war.
I feel like I’m in the middle of a big football game, and everyone is counting on me. But I am blindfolded and wearing sound proof ear pieces. I can’t see or hear anything. I don’t know if I’m supposed to be tackling or passing. I don’t know how much time is left in the game or if I am ahead or behind. I can’t tell if I am making a fool of myself or being the star. I am fighting to win and I don’t know what my team or my opponent is doing.
It’s maddening!
I’m no quitter. I am still running around not knowing if I’m running to the play or away from it. But I am running. But I’m reaching the point where the frustration is becoming greater than my will to win. And my will to win is HUGE.
I could be winning. And 5 seconds after I quit the game could be over and everyone would be cheering. But how many more 5 seconds should I keep trying? Maybe I’ve lost already and I’m just making people laugh right now as they wonder how long I will continue.
So I have to assume I’ve lost because I can’t win.
I ask you, how do you learn to lose?
Some of my friends have told me to rip the binds off, to rip off my blinders and see what is really going on. They tell me I will be shocked when I do. But I have cast them aside. You see, I don’t have the key to the binds. And once I remove them on my own . . . . I lose.
Whoever blinded me, set me free. Let me show you what I can do. Remove my binds!
I doubt that will happen.
How do you learn to lose?
Monday, June 18, 2012
My Journal #222 - LovelyGirl
I have been asked a few times what happened between me and LovelyGirl. She was my closest friend for over 12 years. But something happened and I chose to end the relationship.
I met LovelyGirl in 1999. She was a single mom with two young kids. I say single, actually she was separated from an abusive man. She was bright, attractive, and always dressed very professionally. She got back together with him and that was when I started noticing the bruises. But it wasn’t my place to get involved.
We became friends, but apparently she kept our friendship a secret from her man. That bothered me, I hate secrets and lies. But again, it wasn’t my place. One evening I was leaving the warehouse around 7 pm. It was dusk and I saw several people across the street in our parking lot. As I moved closer I saw LovelyGirl surrounded by three men. I watched as one struck her knocking her to the ground.
My logic is simple. Whatever two people do when I’m not around is none of my business. But when they do it right in front of me it becomes my business. And if I see a man hit a woman, I make sure it doesn’t happen again . . . at least in front of me. So I got her out of the situation, helped her pack at her house, and drove her to the airport. I helped her buy a one way ticket for her and her boys and told her not to come back.
She went to Kentucky to live with her sister. We stayed in touch. Our relationship started to change. She was now single and interested. I was still married, but sadly I was interested too. After about a year she bought me a ticket to come see her, and made it clear what we would be doing. I almost went, but my morals wouldn’t allow it. We had a few more close calls when she would come to visit my home town. But then she married a great guy and all the sexual tension evaporated. We were just great friends.
She came to visit again this year, but it was different. She was being very seductive and aggressive. She was married, so this made me uncomfortable. She became a bit angry with me and took a verbal poke at me. There was a woman I liked, but she had a boyfriend. LovelyGirl screamed at me, “I bet if she tried to seduce you it wouldn’t matter that she had a boyfriend”
I didn’t reply. I just left.
We argued more on the phone. The bottom line is that I learned that she had been lying to me about something real important. I don’t do liars. I accept some lies, but it is based on the lie and the person. LovelyGirl was my TRUE honest friend, and to find out she lied was big. Then she admitted to trying to ruin my relationships just because she was jealous and didn’t want other women with me.
So I ended the friendship. She’s called a few times, but I haven’t answered.
So, in case you didn’t know yet . . . . I hate lies and deceptions. I will walk away from a liar. I also don’t do taken women. I will find someone else that isn’t taken.
That’s the story. I love her to death and if she is in trouble I will still help. But I will do what is needed, and then return to avoiding her. That’s how I roll.
But it is sad to lose her.
I met LovelyGirl in 1999. She was a single mom with two young kids. I say single, actually she was separated from an abusive man. She was bright, attractive, and always dressed very professionally. She got back together with him and that was when I started noticing the bruises. But it wasn’t my place to get involved.
We became friends, but apparently she kept our friendship a secret from her man. That bothered me, I hate secrets and lies. But again, it wasn’t my place. One evening I was leaving the warehouse around 7 pm. It was dusk and I saw several people across the street in our parking lot. As I moved closer I saw LovelyGirl surrounded by three men. I watched as one struck her knocking her to the ground.
My logic is simple. Whatever two people do when I’m not around is none of my business. But when they do it right in front of me it becomes my business. And if I see a man hit a woman, I make sure it doesn’t happen again . . . at least in front of me. So I got her out of the situation, helped her pack at her house, and drove her to the airport. I helped her buy a one way ticket for her and her boys and told her not to come back.
She went to Kentucky to live with her sister. We stayed in touch. Our relationship started to change. She was now single and interested. I was still married, but sadly I was interested too. After about a year she bought me a ticket to come see her, and made it clear what we would be doing. I almost went, but my morals wouldn’t allow it. We had a few more close calls when she would come to visit my home town. But then she married a great guy and all the sexual tension evaporated. We were just great friends.
She came to visit again this year, but it was different. She was being very seductive and aggressive. She was married, so this made me uncomfortable. She became a bit angry with me and took a verbal poke at me. There was a woman I liked, but she had a boyfriend. LovelyGirl screamed at me, “I bet if she tried to seduce you it wouldn’t matter that she had a boyfriend”
I didn’t reply. I just left.
We argued more on the phone. The bottom line is that I learned that she had been lying to me about something real important. I don’t do liars. I accept some lies, but it is based on the lie and the person. LovelyGirl was my TRUE honest friend, and to find out she lied was big. Then she admitted to trying to ruin my relationships just because she was jealous and didn’t want other women with me.
So I ended the friendship. She’s called a few times, but I haven’t answered.
So, in case you didn’t know yet . . . . I hate lies and deceptions. I will walk away from a liar. I also don’t do taken women. I will find someone else that isn’t taken.
That’s the story. I love her to death and if she is in trouble I will still help. But I will do what is needed, and then return to avoiding her. That’s how I roll.
But it is sad to lose her.
Saturday, June 16, 2012
My Journal #221 - Fathers Day
Tomorrow is Fathers Day. I am a father. I have two grown sons. But in spite of my fatherly image, I want to discuss my father.
My father spoke very little. What I learned a about him was from his cousin and his best friend. So here is the dad I never knew.
He had a small frame and was only 5’ 11”. He tried to play football, but was too small. So he decided to ride bulls instead. He was very good at bull riding as was most of my family. I heard he drank Jack Daniels, picked a lot of fights, and was basically a problem child.
He graduated from A&M and went straight to Korea. He was originally a tank commander. But his country squirrel shooting skills eventually moved him to sniper school. He was a very successful sniper in Korea. I hear he had 14 confirmed kills.
My dad insisted every day that I was better than everyone. He trained me in every skill he had. He pushed me as a kid to be bigger, stronger and faster than everyone else. He told me that second place was really the first loser. I learned from him. ~ I was recruited because of his accomplishments. I was made into what I am because of him.
My dad hugged me twice in my life. Once was when I became a CPA. The other time was when I told him where I was for the time I was working for our government.
I love my dad because he pushed me to be much more than I thought I could be. He made me what I am today. And that is a man with two degrees, a professional certification, a wall full of track and football awards, a man that could save a million lives with a rifle, and a man that knows exactly who he is.
My dad has Alzheimer’s today. When I see him he doesn’t recognize me. He was always the smartest man in the room, and today he can’t remember how to turn on a light. But to me, he is the man that made me.
Hug you dad on father’s day. Tell him you love him. His real life may be very different than what you think, but whatever he was; he was your dad.
I wish I could tell my dad how much he meant to me. But he wouldn’t even know how I was.
My kids know me and have never killed anyone. One bought me a bottle of Jack Daniels Special Reserve and the other bought me the DVD titled Apocalypse Now. I pray my kids never follow in my footsteps but become leaders instead. Wish the same for me . . . . PLEASE!
My father spoke very little. What I learned a about him was from his cousin and his best friend. So here is the dad I never knew.
He had a small frame and was only 5’ 11”. He tried to play football, but was too small. So he decided to ride bulls instead. He was very good at bull riding as was most of my family. I heard he drank Jack Daniels, picked a lot of fights, and was basically a problem child.
He graduated from A&M and went straight to Korea. He was originally a tank commander. But his country squirrel shooting skills eventually moved him to sniper school. He was a very successful sniper in Korea. I hear he had 14 confirmed kills.
My dad insisted every day that I was better than everyone. He trained me in every skill he had. He pushed me as a kid to be bigger, stronger and faster than everyone else. He told me that second place was really the first loser. I learned from him. ~ I was recruited because of his accomplishments. I was made into what I am because of him.
My dad hugged me twice in my life. Once was when I became a CPA. The other time was when I told him where I was for the time I was working for our government.
I love my dad because he pushed me to be much more than I thought I could be. He made me what I am today. And that is a man with two degrees, a professional certification, a wall full of track and football awards, a man that could save a million lives with a rifle, and a man that knows exactly who he is.
My dad has Alzheimer’s today. When I see him he doesn’t recognize me. He was always the smartest man in the room, and today he can’t remember how to turn on a light. But to me, he is the man that made me.
Hug you dad on father’s day. Tell him you love him. His real life may be very different than what you think, but whatever he was; he was your dad.
I wish I could tell my dad how much he meant to me. But he wouldn’t even know how I was.
My kids know me and have never killed anyone. One bought me a bottle of Jack Daniels Special Reserve and the other bought me the DVD titled Apocalypse Now. I pray my kids never follow in my footsteps but become leaders instead. Wish the same for me . . . . PLEASE!
Friday, June 15, 2012
My Journal #220 - Holley part Deaux!
Before I get on my soap box about the idiot youths in America today . . . .
Happy Friday!
Martel – SOOOOO super happy about your new job. You honestly have the spirit, background, personality and looks to make that a perfect fit for you. Plus your office is on my way to the house . . . . DRINKS!
Banana Rama – Gee, I hope those frickin’ idiots at work treat you better. If not, call me and I’ll go kick some ass . . . . just clear it with Martel first. She has this deal about me fighting. (Luv ya Martel!)
HMPOA – Thanks for letting me share our story, and I didn’t mention Kemah . . . . Oops! Ok, now I did. But I didn't mention the dock . . . . oops! DAMMIT!
Moonlight – All I can say is ummmmm, I miss you. But you had better start saying YES!!!!
Ok, I recently mentioned an idiotic kid named Holley. He was arrested burglarizing a house and then claimed police brutality. The neighborhood came to his side and now 3 cops are still on trial. He was described as an honest and decent kid that just went astray.
Yeah, right?!?!?
Well, Holley was arrested Wednesday for . . . . guess what . . . . BURGLARY. Oh, and he had a gun on him. Well so much for the honest and decent kid routine. Hey, where are all those folks that stood beside him now???
Oh, did I mention that he was arrested one block from my house? Yup, stupid shit came to my neighborhood. I am told through the grapevine that the homeowner drove up during the burglary. He then positioned himself in front of the front door with his .45 drawn hoping that Holley came out before the cops showed up.
Damn the bad luck! The cops arrived too soon.
I’ve been doing some research, thinking, and soul searching lately. Ya know, sometimes life isn’t going the way you want it to. So I go to my cave and work shit out. And that’s where I’ve been.
My weekend? I’ve got another security gig Friday night. It sucks to work a Friday night but the pay is good . . . as long as I don’t get shot. I’m kidding; I’m too quick to be shot. Hell, people have missed me my whole life. I’ve got to do a damn inventory Saturday (FUCK!) Anyone want to join me in a minus 10 degree freezer for 5 hours on a Saturday? Didn’t think so. And of course Sunday is Father’s day, and yes I do have kids. So I have to sort of hang around and be the surprised dad.
But what I want is a good . . . . well . . . . oh crap, you know what I want.
Thanks to all of you who cared enough to check on me this week. Seriously, it meant a lot. I do love you!
Have a great weekend and thing about me once!
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
My Journal #219 - Foods that never should have been invented!
Sushi – NO ONE likes sushi. It’s just a darn status symbol. People eat it just so they can exclaim, “Yes, I eat sushi”. Seriously, it’s just for that reason or why would it be that no one ever exclaimed, “Yes, I eat hot dogs”?
Oysters – It’s a squishy, nasty mess. People say you should eat if to increase your libido. That doesn’t fly with me. I already have PWD (Perpetual Woody Disease). Geez, my in-laws even make Oyster Dressing at Thanksgiving!
Tortilla Chips – Relax, I love them. But Moonlight used to keep them at the office and I became addicted. Now I eat them all day long and I have to work out 6 days a week to keep from being as big as a barn.
Turkey – You disagree? When was the last time you ate Turkey and weren’t completely and miserably stuffed afterwards?
Anything Chocolate – Gack! I HATE chocolate.
Rice – Another one I genuinely like, but damn it’s a lot of work for such a little bit of food. And you’re hungry all over again 10 minutes later.
Tuna Salad – Ok, I can tolerate tuna. And I enjoy a good salad. But that is one smelly ass combination that makes me ill the moment I smell it. (I’m talking about tuna . . . get your mind out of the gutter . . . . . I love that other smell!)
[FYI, tuna tacos are my favorite. I can enjoy one all night!]
Squash – The name says it all, right?
Sugar Free Sugar Cookies – Huh? Is that possible? Is that like a beef free steak? Or would that just be a vanilla cookie?
Peanut Butter – My mom used to make me and my brother eat two or three peanut butter sandwiches BEFORE dinner, just so we wouldn’t make a pig out of ourselves during dinner. Ever sat down looking at a steaming pot roast and tired to eat three peanut butter sandwiches . . . . . . quickly?
Corn Flakes – It’s like eating a box of cardboard all cut up. But it make a great breading for my Chicken Fried Steaks.
Microwaveable Hot Pockets – I still have a permanent scar on the roof of my mouth.
Any other thoughts out there?
Oysters – It’s a squishy, nasty mess. People say you should eat if to increase your libido. That doesn’t fly with me. I already have PWD (Perpetual Woody Disease). Geez, my in-laws even make Oyster Dressing at Thanksgiving!
Tortilla Chips – Relax, I love them. But Moonlight used to keep them at the office and I became addicted. Now I eat them all day long and I have to work out 6 days a week to keep from being as big as a barn.
Turkey – You disagree? When was the last time you ate Turkey and weren’t completely and miserably stuffed afterwards?
Anything Chocolate – Gack! I HATE chocolate.
Rice – Another one I genuinely like, but damn it’s a lot of work for such a little bit of food. And you’re hungry all over again 10 minutes later.
Tuna Salad – Ok, I can tolerate tuna. And I enjoy a good salad. But that is one smelly ass combination that makes me ill the moment I smell it. (I’m talking about tuna . . . get your mind out of the gutter . . . . . I love that other smell!)
[FYI, tuna tacos are my favorite. I can enjoy one all night!]
Squash – The name says it all, right?
Sugar Free Sugar Cookies – Huh? Is that possible? Is that like a beef free steak? Or would that just be a vanilla cookie?
Peanut Butter – My mom used to make me and my brother eat two or three peanut butter sandwiches BEFORE dinner, just so we wouldn’t make a pig out of ourselves during dinner. Ever sat down looking at a steaming pot roast and tired to eat three peanut butter sandwiches . . . . . . quickly?
Corn Flakes – It’s like eating a box of cardboard all cut up. But it make a great breading for my Chicken Fried Steaks.
Microwaveable Hot Pockets – I still have a permanent scar on the roof of my mouth.
Any other thoughts out there?
My Journal #218 - HMPOA
Today at the office, I overheard a conversation.
Guy #1 – Hey, remember that Mexican woman that used to do the purchasing?
Guy #2 – Yeah, wasn’t she also fucking every guy in the office back then too?
I usually just ignore crap like that. But this was one conversation that drastically changed two people’s lives. And it was about someone that stuck up for me, and very few people had ever done that before. So I walked up and set the record straight . . . . firmly.
Let me tell you about my friend HMPOA. The nickname was picked by her, and I only share it with you so you can understand her personality. HMPOA stands for Hot Mexican Piece Of Ass. She picked that name with a laugh, because it was her reputation and honestly it was who she was.
I met her about 6 years ago at the office. Back then she had to work until 6 every night. I was the only guy with a key to the building so I had to wait for her shift to end before I could leave. Many nights we were both busy up to quitting time. But some nights we both had little to do, so we began talking to each other.
We would talk mostly about the office. But over time she opened up and we discussed her life, her past, and her dreams. We became friends, but only at the office. After about a year she came to me and told me she was attracted to me, but I was married so nothing came of it. We were able to maintain a platonic friendship. But rumors began to rise up anyway, and within a month the whole office was talking about our affair. We just ignored it.
She had two kids and a grandbaby, and she needed more money. So she was an escort / hooker in the evenings, an admitted sex addict, and a drug addict. We argued about her life choices, but she was desperate and said she would do what she needed to do. So she continued her life style even with my lack of approval. I liked her a lot, so when I left my wife we talked about dating. But I can’t cope with dating a woman that moonlights like she did. I asked her to change, and she couldn’t. I tried to accept it, but I just couldn’t. After about 10 days of trying to date, we both gave up. She understood.
When I was living in my car I told no one. But she cared enough to find out. So she let me use her washing machine to do my laundry, let me shower at her place on occasion, and on freezing nights she let me sleep on her couch. She brought me food to work because she knew I wasn’t eating, and she would write me stories to read while I was resting in my car at nights. She was a good friend.
She was fired from her job because of this attention. She was the only person that helped me. For this I owe her, and I will always be there for her.
Today she is employed again; supporting her daughter in law and three grandbabies, drug free, alcohol free, and no longer “moonlighting”. She told me she gave up her lifestyle because of my constant pressure, which made her see herself for what she was. And she told me she would always be here for me.
I know all about her life, what she went through and what her dreams are. She is a good person. Ok, she does lie about half the time. But never about anything pertaining to me and she always comes clean at some point on her own. So I don’t allow anyone to put her down.
We don’t talk as much anymore. We have something that we disagree about, one story she claims is true that I have doubted. She claims she is trying to protect me from a big mistake, and she swears to me her story is true. It keeps us from being close. But she gave me back my old line to her which is “Time will tell the truth”.
Now she waits patiently.
But she is definitely my friend.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
My Journal #217 - Women & Whoopie
For the life of me, I cannot tell why women are “making whoopee” all day every day. I mean I consider myself a typical guy (well maybe a bit more forward than most) and if I had a willing partner I would be “schlumping” all day every day. But as a guy, we have to work for it. It takes considerable time, money and effort. And there is no guarantee of success.
Maybe it’s a “reputation” issue which I don’t understand as a guy. But if I were a female I’d be naked and busy a lot. I’ve already shared with you that I am looking for my perfect partner; and I already know what she will look like, how she will act, what her personality will be like, everything. I just haven’t put a name on her yet. But one thing I may not have mentioned is that she needs to be a lady in public and a slut in private. She had better be ready to be romanced and ravaged several times a day.
But most women aren’t like that, and that is what just blows me away (figuratively of course).
Women don’t have to worry about the time involved in getting someone with which to “make whoopee”. All they have to do is raise their darn hand and announce their intentions. I promise every able bodied man within earshot will volunteer. A friend of mine suggested that perhaps some women aren’t attractive enough to get laid. I call BS to that. Boobs are boobs, and soft skin is soft skin. Any women can be found attractive. And for a guy (or group of guys) that have to bust their ass to get some, ANY willing women is attractive instantly.
Women don’t have to worry about dropping a bundle of cash to get “whoopied” either. IT COSTS THEM NOTHING. They don’t have to buy dinner, drinks, tickets, or anything. They just show up. So when it is suggested that women can’t afford to be pleasured constantly they can’t be referring to money.
And women don’t have to put out any effort to find a “whoopee” partner. Furthermore, guys are usually so desperate to get some that the female could literally just kick back and let the guy do all the work. She could tell him exactly what she wants and the male would GLADLY be subservient. Now take a moment to think about what a woman would say if the guy did the same and wanted the woman to do all the work, or laid out a plan for his satisfaction.
NO FREAKIN’ WAY!
So I need a female to explain to me exactly why they are doing the “horizontal bop” all the time. I really just don’t get it.
Maybe it’s a “reputation” issue which I don’t understand as a guy. But if I were a female I’d be naked and busy a lot. I’ve already shared with you that I am looking for my perfect partner; and I already know what she will look like, how she will act, what her personality will be like, everything. I just haven’t put a name on her yet. But one thing I may not have mentioned is that she needs to be a lady in public and a slut in private. She had better be ready to be romanced and ravaged several times a day.
But most women aren’t like that, and that is what just blows me away (figuratively of course).
Women don’t have to worry about the time involved in getting someone with which to “make whoopee”. All they have to do is raise their darn hand and announce their intentions. I promise every able bodied man within earshot will volunteer. A friend of mine suggested that perhaps some women aren’t attractive enough to get laid. I call BS to that. Boobs are boobs, and soft skin is soft skin. Any women can be found attractive. And for a guy (or group of guys) that have to bust their ass to get some, ANY willing women is attractive instantly.
Women don’t have to worry about dropping a bundle of cash to get “whoopied” either. IT COSTS THEM NOTHING. They don’t have to buy dinner, drinks, tickets, or anything. They just show up. So when it is suggested that women can’t afford to be pleasured constantly they can’t be referring to money.
And women don’t have to put out any effort to find a “whoopee” partner. Furthermore, guys are usually so desperate to get some that the female could literally just kick back and let the guy do all the work. She could tell him exactly what she wants and the male would GLADLY be subservient. Now take a moment to think about what a woman would say if the guy did the same and wanted the woman to do all the work, or laid out a plan for his satisfaction.
NO FREAKIN’ WAY!
So I need a female to explain to me exactly why they are doing the “horizontal bop” all the time. I really just don’t get it.
My Journal #216 - This Way or That
I heard on the news that a man from Shiner, TX beat a man to death with his bare hands when he found him attempting to rape his 4 year old daughter. I do believe my own words, so I do not judge until I know the REAL facts. But thus far I’ve heard that there is no evidence to prove the man’s story is false.
What I heard was that he was at a family BBQ and was looking for his daughter, who he hadn’t seen for about three minutes. He heard a scream come from a barn, ran to the barn, and barged in on a partially naked “ranch-hand” on top of his daughter. He pushed the man away, grabbed his daughter to move her behind him, then he swung a big roundhouse swing striking the man in the temple. The man fell dead.
Assuming the information is true, then hooray for him!
I have dealt with death, and in war I have killed men. I struggle with these memories. But in this case, assuming again that it is true, I have no feelings of remorse for the SOB that died. I just wished the man had used a little less force so he could have tortured the man for a while before killing him. Or worse, let him live and go to prison for raping a 4 year old girl.
[Yes, I’ve been to jail too and I know how those guys just LOVE rapists!]
This story sort of affected me another way too. It made me think I did the wrong thing this weekend. I know, I already said I wouldn’t tell you about my weekend. But since this story sort of spoke to me I’ll share it with limited details.
About a year ago some idiot threatened me. I don’t deal well with threats. So my only reaction was to go to the guy and see how courageous he is in person, face to face with me. But I had a friend that was “connected” to the idiot, and she told me not to mess up anything she had going on. And apparently sending the idiot to the hospital would qualify as a mess for her. So I acquiesced and did nothing.
Since then the idiot had done some more idiotic stuff, and I think that my friend isn’t as connected as she was before. And since I was experiencing EXTREME frustration in my world today and needed to vent a bit; I drove to his town to find him. When he had done the additional idiotic stuff, I asked an old acquaintance to keep an eye on him to protect a friend. So I already knew where he lived, where he worked, and where he hung out.
And I found him!
So I’m watching this future victim, noting his moves and planning mine. Then I thought about my great friend Martel, and how I had promised her I wouldn’t fight anymore. Suddenly I had a dilemma. I was right here; ready to blow up all over this guy’s world, claiming revenge for my friend and teaching a life lesson about threatening people. But I had promised Martel I wouldn’t fight anyone again.
The guy wasn’t going anywhere soon, so I left for a temporary mental analysis. This was when things changed for me. I was sitting in a bar alone, nursing a cold beer when I was approached by a young female. We struck up a conversation and suddenly I had a new game to play. I had no intention of picking up a girl; I am saving my cash for my trip. But since I had been made to feel inferior by a specific woman, I decided to see if I could still pick up a young hot blonde.
So I focused all my energy into this babe. I used my intelligence, my charm, and apparently my “dashing good looks” because an hour later I was told I am the nicest and sexiest man she ever met. When she suggested that we go back to her place I knew I still had it. GAME OVER!
NO, I didn’t go with her!
But by the time all this transpired I had completely lost the urge to “whup” the idiot’s ass. So I returned to my home town feeling proud that I had kept my promise to Martel, having proven to myself that I still got “it” and that the person that is causing my frustration is the one “missing out”, and of course having cherry lipstick on me.
[Hey, I said I didn’t go home with her. I never said I wasn’t amorous a bit!]
Anyway, after hearing the news story I am now thinking I should have visited the idiot after all. I mean what he did to me was “galactically” stupid, but what he did recently was violent and abusive (assuming the story I heard is true). So maybe if I had gone to him after he threatened me, then he wouldn’t have had the balls to do what he did next. And if I had faced him this weekend then perhaps I would be saving some future victim of his idiocy from a beating.
Oh well, I trust Martel and I can still tell her I kept my promise to her.
What I heard was that he was at a family BBQ and was looking for his daughter, who he hadn’t seen for about three minutes. He heard a scream come from a barn, ran to the barn, and barged in on a partially naked “ranch-hand” on top of his daughter. He pushed the man away, grabbed his daughter to move her behind him, then he swung a big roundhouse swing striking the man in the temple. The man fell dead.
Assuming the information is true, then hooray for him!
I have dealt with death, and in war I have killed men. I struggle with these memories. But in this case, assuming again that it is true, I have no feelings of remorse for the SOB that died. I just wished the man had used a little less force so he could have tortured the man for a while before killing him. Or worse, let him live and go to prison for raping a 4 year old girl.
[Yes, I’ve been to jail too and I know how those guys just LOVE rapists!]
This story sort of affected me another way too. It made me think I did the wrong thing this weekend. I know, I already said I wouldn’t tell you about my weekend. But since this story sort of spoke to me I’ll share it with limited details.
About a year ago some idiot threatened me. I don’t deal well with threats. So my only reaction was to go to the guy and see how courageous he is in person, face to face with me. But I had a friend that was “connected” to the idiot, and she told me not to mess up anything she had going on. And apparently sending the idiot to the hospital would qualify as a mess for her. So I acquiesced and did nothing.
Since then the idiot had done some more idiotic stuff, and I think that my friend isn’t as connected as she was before. And since I was experiencing EXTREME frustration in my world today and needed to vent a bit; I drove to his town to find him. When he had done the additional idiotic stuff, I asked an old acquaintance to keep an eye on him to protect a friend. So I already knew where he lived, where he worked, and where he hung out.
And I found him!
So I’m watching this future victim, noting his moves and planning mine. Then I thought about my great friend Martel, and how I had promised her I wouldn’t fight anymore. Suddenly I had a dilemma. I was right here; ready to blow up all over this guy’s world, claiming revenge for my friend and teaching a life lesson about threatening people. But I had promised Martel I wouldn’t fight anyone again.
The guy wasn’t going anywhere soon, so I left for a temporary mental analysis. This was when things changed for me. I was sitting in a bar alone, nursing a cold beer when I was approached by a young female. We struck up a conversation and suddenly I had a new game to play. I had no intention of picking up a girl; I am saving my cash for my trip. But since I had been made to feel inferior by a specific woman, I decided to see if I could still pick up a young hot blonde.
So I focused all my energy into this babe. I used my intelligence, my charm, and apparently my “dashing good looks” because an hour later I was told I am the nicest and sexiest man she ever met. When she suggested that we go back to her place I knew I still had it. GAME OVER!
NO, I didn’t go with her!
But by the time all this transpired I had completely lost the urge to “whup” the idiot’s ass. So I returned to my home town feeling proud that I had kept my promise to Martel, having proven to myself that I still got “it” and that the person that is causing my frustration is the one “missing out”, and of course having cherry lipstick on me.
[Hey, I said I didn’t go home with her. I never said I wasn’t amorous a bit!]
Anyway, after hearing the news story I am now thinking I should have visited the idiot after all. I mean what he did to me was “galactically” stupid, but what he did recently was violent and abusive (assuming the story I heard is true). So maybe if I had gone to him after he threatened me, then he wouldn’t have had the balls to do what he did next. And if I had faced him this weekend then perhaps I would be saving some future victim of his idiocy from a beating.
Oh well, I trust Martel and I can still tell her I kept my promise to her.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
My Journal #215 - Am I Wasting my Time?
Another one of my quirks is that I ask myself that question all the time.
But first, I actually wrote down my weekend adventures . . . and then deleted it. I wanted to see a special person, but she wasn’t interested. Then I wanted to vent on a specific person, but I had promised Martel not to do that again. So the story is actually boring.
So back to that question.
Every time I do anything I ask myself that question. Usually it’s with mundane things. For example, if I need something from the store and it’s 6 in the evening I decide if it would be better to go in the morning when there is less traffic and fewer people. Then I would spend less time getting what I need, and waste less time. But I also have to determine if what I need is something I had to have that night. Anyway, you see how it goes.
But if it’s not a mundane task then the thought process extrapolates. That is where I am today. Pertaining to one specific task, I question the amount of time I have invested. I also ask how much more time if any I should invest. I ask what else I could do or what I could have done differently and would that have been less waste of time. I even wonder if the time I’ve invested has put me very close to the result, meaning it wasn’t a waste of time.
[Aren’t you glad that you are not me?]
Well believe it or not, the mis-managed weekend I had helped me solve this riddle. I was thinking about that question when I began wondering if I was even wasting my time wondering if I was wasting my time. It sort of came to me in that moment that if you have to wonder then it’s probably true.
My best friend Banana Rama once told me that you will know if something is right. If you don’t know it then it probably isn’t. This logic applies to this particular question as well. So based on that logic, and having no clue about the thing I’ve been wasting my time on, then I have in fact been wasting my time.
THAT was a very sad revelation. And when I thought about my weekend, everything I had wanted to do and everything that didn’t happen for one reason or another I was sadder. But sadness passes, and I have the ability to bounce back quickly.
So by tomorrow you will get a more thorough insight into my mind.
Goodnight all!
Friday, June 8, 2012
My Journal #214 - Wanna be my Girlfriend?
I’ve gone out many times, and for many different reasons. I’ve gone out to get wild and rowdy. I’ve gone out to have a great meal. I’ve gone out to celebrate. I’ve gone out to get drunk and forget shit. I’ve gone out to have fun. I’ve gone out to get to know someone new. I’ve gone out to impress someone enough to consider having a romantic relationship with me. And I’ve gone out just to get laid. But for the first time I can recall, I want to go out tonight to be with a “Girlfriend”.
I want to show up at her home, and see her smile when I walk in.
I want to tell her I missed her, and for her to tell me the same, and mean it with all her heart.
I want her to kiss me like I’m the most important person in her world.
I want her to be late getting ready, as usual, and for it to be what I expected.
I want her to come out of her room and ask me how she looks, and for her to really care.
I want to tell her how beautiful she is, how amazing her long tanned legs are, how sexy wild blonde hair is . . . and for her to know I mean it.
I want her to take my hand as we walk to the car.
I want her to sit sideways in her seat the whole way, looking and talking to me while smiling that incredible smile she has at me.
I want her to know when we arrive at our destination that she can wait in her seat and I will open the door for her.
I want to go to a place we’ve been before, with great memories.
I want to walk in with her at my side, and have every guy look at her and wonder how a guy like me landed a babe like her.
I want to go to our table, or our booth, or our couch, or our place in the bar.
I want the waitress to see us and wave, and then show up with the drinks we always order.
I want to look at her and know that she already knows everything about me, that she likes me as I really am, and that I can be myself.
I want to talk about her, me, us, our day, our week, our past, and our future. I want to talk about politics, sports, current events, history or even physics with her, and we’re both enthusiastic about the topic.
I want to kiss her for no reason and hear her gasp.
I want her to lean over to me when she talks, to touch my arm or my hand when she’s talking, and for her to secretly rub her foot against my leg under the table.
I want everyone in the place, male or female, to wish they were us.
I want to rub her thigh softly, massage her foot, caress her arm, and gently brush that one strand of hair out of her amazing blue eyes.
I want to reach a point where we both can’t wait to leave because we want to be alone.
I want to “make out” at the car like teenagers before we leave, because we just can’t wait, and maybe “cop a feel”
I want to drive back to her place touching and kissing like we desperately want each other.
I want to walk her straight back to her bed, slowly undress her while admiring the beauty of her body.
I want to give her all the pleasure she can handle, exactly the way she likes it, over and over again until she pulls me on top of her.
I want to make love, not just have sex, over and over again all night.
I want to watch her sleep afterwards, gazing at her heavenly body moving so slightly with every breath she takes.
BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY
I want to be there the next morning when her eyes open, see her smile at me, and tell her good morning.
Yup, it may sound silly, but tonight I want a girlfriend. Anyone on board with me?
I want to show up at her home, and see her smile when I walk in.
I want to tell her I missed her, and for her to tell me the same, and mean it with all her heart.
I want her to kiss me like I’m the most important person in her world.
I want her to be late getting ready, as usual, and for it to be what I expected.
I want her to come out of her room and ask me how she looks, and for her to really care.
I want to tell her how beautiful she is, how amazing her long tanned legs are, how sexy wild blonde hair is . . . and for her to know I mean it.
I want her to take my hand as we walk to the car.
I want her to sit sideways in her seat the whole way, looking and talking to me while smiling that incredible smile she has at me.
I want her to know when we arrive at our destination that she can wait in her seat and I will open the door for her.
I want to go to a place we’ve been before, with great memories.
I want to walk in with her at my side, and have every guy look at her and wonder how a guy like me landed a babe like her.
I want to go to our table, or our booth, or our couch, or our place in the bar.
I want the waitress to see us and wave, and then show up with the drinks we always order.
I want to look at her and know that she already knows everything about me, that she likes me as I really am, and that I can be myself.
I want to talk about her, me, us, our day, our week, our past, and our future. I want to talk about politics, sports, current events, history or even physics with her, and we’re both enthusiastic about the topic.
I want to kiss her for no reason and hear her gasp.
I want her to lean over to me when she talks, to touch my arm or my hand when she’s talking, and for her to secretly rub her foot against my leg under the table.
I want everyone in the place, male or female, to wish they were us.
I want to rub her thigh softly, massage her foot, caress her arm, and gently brush that one strand of hair out of her amazing blue eyes.
I want to reach a point where we both can’t wait to leave because we want to be alone.
I want to “make out” at the car like teenagers before we leave, because we just can’t wait, and maybe “cop a feel”
I want to drive back to her place touching and kissing like we desperately want each other.
I want to walk her straight back to her bed, slowly undress her while admiring the beauty of her body.
I want to give her all the pleasure she can handle, exactly the way she likes it, over and over again until she pulls me on top of her.
I want to make love, not just have sex, over and over again all night.
I want to watch her sleep afterwards, gazing at her heavenly body moving so slightly with every breath she takes.
BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY
I want to be there the next morning when her eyes open, see her smile at me, and tell her good morning.
Yup, it may sound silly, but tonight I want a girlfriend. Anyone on board with me?
My Journal #213 - Texting
Let’s return to my old habit of sending out my Friday SHOUT OUTS.
Martel – Thanks for connecting again. I missed out late night chats.
Banana Rama – I read your advice about this weekend. Thanks and I will try your plan.
HMPOA – Wassup?!?!?
Moonlight (formerly Sunshine) – Welcome home. I’m sure all the males in Houston are thrilled to have you back.
Ok, back to today’s topic. Two years ago I was a TEXTING virgin. I actually tried it about a year prior to that and absolutely hated it. But a few years ago I met someone with which I wanted to keep in touch, so "TAA DAA”!
For those newbies to my page let me share my thoughts on communication. I am a big believer in face to face conversation. I like to read a person while we communicate. And I am the sort of a guy that if I can get close to you, I will learn you. And when I learn you I will charm you. And when I charm you I can get what I want. So without a doubt if I have my “druthers” I’d rather speak face to face with someone.
My second option would be a telephone. I have one that rings when someone calls and I can call someone; and that is it. In my opinion that is all a phone should do.
[Sorry, I digressed]
With a phone I can still get that immediate response, and modify my words as I notice confusion or distress. I can’t read someone over the phone, so I lose the ability to see signs of deceit or confusion. But I can get a much quicker response. And if someone lets me go to voice mail, my conversation is over. You can call back, but you won’t get me.
Next I would choose mail or emails. I can put all my thoughts down, proof them, re-read them, adjust them, and then send them. What I lose is the control over the reply. And I hate to lose control. And if you don’t reply, well it’s like sending me to voice mail. I’m finished with that conversation.
Next would be smoke signals. [That’s a joke]
Ok, my LAST resort is to send a text message. What a waste of technology in my opinion. But I have some friends that demand text messages, and for some un-godly reason I caved in and tried it. So now I’m no longer a TEXTING virgin. But I would say I am still a novice as I choose not to improve my skills.
But in my short stint experiencing the wonder of a text message, I have come up with a few lessons I’ve learned. So here goes a novice view of texting.
People that text have completely forgotten how to spell.
Abbreviations suck.
If you don’t reply to my text message in 5 minutes, then don’t reply at all. If you reply much later I get pissed.
Never include me on a group text. I realize I may have no idea if I were, bit if I ever find out I will delete you from my phone.
Types of text messages:
* Normal Text – An attempt to stay in touch or just let someone know you are alive.
* Drunk Text – An attempt to get laid by simply begging for it. (FYI, it doesn’t work on females)
* Bored Text – An attempt to get through the next 15 minutes by dragging someone else into your boredom.
* Question text – A valid use of a text message. An attempt to collect information.
* Stalker text – An attempt to get someone you know, that doesn’t know you exist, to speak to you.
* Fishing Text – A text sent to all your friends at once to see who will reply and who won’t.
* Attack text – An attempt to get your feelings known while keeping the ability to hide.
I’m sure that there are more, but for the time being this will suffice. Have a great weekend and remember I need some time to myself this weekend to sort shit out.
Martel – Thanks for connecting again. I missed out late night chats.
Banana Rama – I read your advice about this weekend. Thanks and I will try your plan.
HMPOA – Wassup?!?!?
Moonlight (formerly Sunshine) – Welcome home. I’m sure all the males in Houston are thrilled to have you back.
Ok, back to today’s topic. Two years ago I was a TEXTING virgin. I actually tried it about a year prior to that and absolutely hated it. But a few years ago I met someone with which I wanted to keep in touch, so "TAA DAA”!
For those newbies to my page let me share my thoughts on communication. I am a big believer in face to face conversation. I like to read a person while we communicate. And I am the sort of a guy that if I can get close to you, I will learn you. And when I learn you I will charm you. And when I charm you I can get what I want. So without a doubt if I have my “druthers” I’d rather speak face to face with someone.
My second option would be a telephone. I have one that rings when someone calls and I can call someone; and that is it. In my opinion that is all a phone should do.
[Sorry, I digressed]
With a phone I can still get that immediate response, and modify my words as I notice confusion or distress. I can’t read someone over the phone, so I lose the ability to see signs of deceit or confusion. But I can get a much quicker response. And if someone lets me go to voice mail, my conversation is over. You can call back, but you won’t get me.
Next I would choose mail or emails. I can put all my thoughts down, proof them, re-read them, adjust them, and then send them. What I lose is the control over the reply. And I hate to lose control. And if you don’t reply, well it’s like sending me to voice mail. I’m finished with that conversation.
Next would be smoke signals. [That’s a joke]
Ok, my LAST resort is to send a text message. What a waste of technology in my opinion. But I have some friends that demand text messages, and for some un-godly reason I caved in and tried it. So now I’m no longer a TEXTING virgin. But I would say I am still a novice as I choose not to improve my skills.
But in my short stint experiencing the wonder of a text message, I have come up with a few lessons I’ve learned. So here goes a novice view of texting.
People that text have completely forgotten how to spell.
Abbreviations suck.
If you don’t reply to my text message in 5 minutes, then don’t reply at all. If you reply much later I get pissed.
Never include me on a group text. I realize I may have no idea if I were, bit if I ever find out I will delete you from my phone.
Types of text messages:
* Normal Text – An attempt to stay in touch or just let someone know you are alive.
* Drunk Text – An attempt to get laid by simply begging for it. (FYI, it doesn’t work on females)
* Bored Text – An attempt to get through the next 15 minutes by dragging someone else into your boredom.
* Question text – A valid use of a text message. An attempt to collect information.
* Stalker text – An attempt to get someone you know, that doesn’t know you exist, to speak to you.
* Fishing Text – A text sent to all your friends at once to see who will reply and who won’t.
* Attack text – An attempt to get your feelings known while keeping the ability to hide.
I’m sure that there are more, but for the time being this will suffice. Have a great weekend and remember I need some time to myself this weekend to sort shit out.
Thursday, June 7, 2012
My Journal #212 - Challenges
As most of you know that read along, I am experiencing some challenges. About a year and a half ago I decided to visit a doctor. The problems I was having were inability to sleep, severe and quick mood swings, occasional inability for rational thought, and memory loss. I believed all these symptoms were based on events from my past. I was told that they may contribute to the problem, but another source was identified.
However, it was concluded that I had suffered too many head injuries. During my chat with the doctor, I counted about 9 concussions I knew of including the one last year during my “Fight Club” phase. That was when I was told that by last Christmas I could have very limited short term memory.
[BTW, thanks to Martel for caring enough to make me stop doing that.]
I found a way to combat the memory problem. But the two I struggle with today are the mood swings and the lack of rational thought. This is why a few of you get emails from me asking if my view and conclusions about certain events are logical or not. It’s like I doubt my own ability to decide what something means and how to react.
The typical me used to see an action or hear someone say something and a process begins. My mind immediately begins running through all the possible meanings of the action or words. At the same time my mental rolodex about this person starts flipping through all the things I know about the person. I recall all the likes, dislikes, history, emotional stability, everything. Then it’s like the two thought process link and come up with one or two highly probably meanings of what was just said or done.
As soon as that process completes, my mind instantly starts running through a myriad of possible reactions and then follows those reaction through the person’s reaction to my actions. This happens quickly and in a blink I have the perfect reaction to the event. And I have never had the need to second guess how I react.
[I know, I am a freak. But it really happens]
For about a year now the same process begins. But it’s like there is a gear missing or something and the data all becomes disorganized in my brain. Immediately, I begin to feel my mood change, usually to frustration or anger. The next step is I fall into my “self-preservation” mode. Since I spent most of my life not trusting people, and not being able to trust people, I fall back on the worst possible scenario for me of what was just said or done. Then I react in my usual direct and abrasive manner.
And now, I always look back and begin second guessing myself. This is why I have been sending those emails. I don’t trust myself now, in additional to anyone else.
Wednesday night this happened. I was stumbling and bumbling my way through a scenario and ended up angry, frustrated and disappointed. I hate being like this. I much prefer being the intelligent yet smart ass jerk I usually am.
I didn’t communicate Wednesday night’s events with anyone. I’m so ashamed and frustrated that it is humiliating to speak of it. So on my own I dumped my PLAN A for this weekend and I am going to move to my PLAN B. Plan B is simple, un-attached, and beneficial.
So have a good weekend my friends. I gotta take care of me for a few days.
However, it was concluded that I had suffered too many head injuries. During my chat with the doctor, I counted about 9 concussions I knew of including the one last year during my “Fight Club” phase. That was when I was told that by last Christmas I could have very limited short term memory.
[BTW, thanks to Martel for caring enough to make me stop doing that.]
I found a way to combat the memory problem. But the two I struggle with today are the mood swings and the lack of rational thought. This is why a few of you get emails from me asking if my view and conclusions about certain events are logical or not. It’s like I doubt my own ability to decide what something means and how to react.
The typical me used to see an action or hear someone say something and a process begins. My mind immediately begins running through all the possible meanings of the action or words. At the same time my mental rolodex about this person starts flipping through all the things I know about the person. I recall all the likes, dislikes, history, emotional stability, everything. Then it’s like the two thought process link and come up with one or two highly probably meanings of what was just said or done.
As soon as that process completes, my mind instantly starts running through a myriad of possible reactions and then follows those reaction through the person’s reaction to my actions. This happens quickly and in a blink I have the perfect reaction to the event. And I have never had the need to second guess how I react.
[I know, I am a freak. But it really happens]
For about a year now the same process begins. But it’s like there is a gear missing or something and the data all becomes disorganized in my brain. Immediately, I begin to feel my mood change, usually to frustration or anger. The next step is I fall into my “self-preservation” mode. Since I spent most of my life not trusting people, and not being able to trust people, I fall back on the worst possible scenario for me of what was just said or done. Then I react in my usual direct and abrasive manner.
And now, I always look back and begin second guessing myself. This is why I have been sending those emails. I don’t trust myself now, in additional to anyone else.
Wednesday night this happened. I was stumbling and bumbling my way through a scenario and ended up angry, frustrated and disappointed. I hate being like this. I much prefer being the intelligent yet smart ass jerk I usually am.
I didn’t communicate Wednesday night’s events with anyone. I’m so ashamed and frustrated that it is humiliating to speak of it. So on my own I dumped my PLAN A for this weekend and I am going to move to my PLAN B. Plan B is simple, un-attached, and beneficial.
So have a good weekend my friends. I gotta take care of me for a few days.
My Journal #211 - Interesting
This was sent to me by that Psychic Lady, and I found it interesting.
Your Free Numerology Reading
Your Inner or Soul's Urge: This is spiritual and emotional expression more than physical. It is your heart-felt desires, your incentive, how you look at life. Here are your areas of personal satisfaction. | Number: 1 Usually not very emotional, you are in this life to take action. You want to lead and direct. You are independent at heart and desire to reach your goals by your own efforts and intelligence. You have a strong creative force with many original and interesting ideas. There is much inner strength available to you. Rarely do you shirk responsibilities. You are proud of your abilities and seek opportunities to display your strength and usefulness. Others will respect and help you, like a true leader deserves, so long as you acknowledge and validate the interests and desires of others as well as your own. Be kind and generous, and you can be a recognized leader. You can display conceit and intolerance of people who are considered inferior -- boastful, egotistical, critical, impatient of trifles -- especially when you feel impeded. When you are headstrong, impulsive, or highly willful, you may appear contrary, bossy, dominating, or egotistical. You tend to be impatient with those who are resistant to change. You can be reticent, and can lack self-confidence. Sometimes you won't take a stand for fear of hurting others. Yet, something continually keeps urging you forward. You want your home, spouse, and family to be a credit to you. Overall, you are loyal in friendship, fair in business, a safe leader, and work diligently. You are capable of great accomplishment. |
Your Personality: This is physical expression more than spiritual or emotional; your outer self, the way you express when meeting others. It may or may not be the real you. | Number: 3 You are seen as a colorful, cheerful, and entertaining person; a natural host or hostess. You can cheer up a lifeless party. Friends are important to you, and you are easy to talk to. In communication, you tend to elaborate and exaggerate in the direction of color and creativity, preferring to overlook the drab and mundane. If you take on too many activities at once, you can appear superficial or contrived. You probably enjoy wearing jewelry and fancy clothing. Just don't overdress or wear extreme styles in relation to the occasion. |
Your Quiescent Self: Stripping away all outside influences, aspirations, ambitions, "shoulds", and "shouldn'ts" -- this is you when you are alone; just you and your dreams.. | Number: 3 You are popular, attractive, and sought after. You are successful in one or more artistic fields -- designing, decorating, painting, acting, singing, sculpting, or related arts. A guest list is not complete without your name. You are applauded for your talents and spread happiness wherever you go. It all comes natural to you. You only have disdain for those that ignore you. Your thoughts and pleasure are related to seeding happiness and personal recognition of your artistic talents. |
Your Destiny or Ultimate Goal: This is your desired lifetime accomplishment. It is a key to a useful and happy life, and to feeling fulfillment during your latter days. | Number: 4 You are a builder, a manager and organizer to build solid foundations and structures that last for your and others' security. This applies to all work you undertake. Rather than just dreaming, you strive for tangible results. Your success depends much upon your personal determination, sincerity, perseverance, patience, and honesty. You are systematic, methodical, trustworthy, dependable, and effective; a craftsman, a builder, and an organizer slowly and surely building for the future. You are solid yet durable, precise, and dignified. When you have a definite goal, you are persistent until it is reached. You know the value of a job well done. |
Your Life's Path: Here are clues to what fate has in store for you. It indicates the type of encounters, events, and opportunities you are likely to experience along your physical life path. | Number: 1 Your path is along the lines of expressing self-reliance, individuality, and the proper expression of will. You may have been born into a family with domineering, interfering, or unyielding parents. Be that as it may, there probably was tension and conflict of will during your growing up years. Your life is strewn with challenges and opportunities to express your will, your independence, and your initiative. You are a leader, strongly individualized, and demand the right to think and act according to your own ideas and convictions. Originality, invention, will power, and courage are native to you. You have keen perception and good concentration. Be wary of any tendency to start a project, then becoming bored with it and starting a new project before completing the first. Develop your body, mind, and spirit to the highest point of efficiency. Refuse limitations. Cooperate without losing your individuality. You seem to complete tasks better when left alone. Promotion to positions of leadership come easier to you than to some people, especially if you make yourself invaluable wherever you find yourself. Ambition is a significant driving force. |
This Year's Path: Here is what you are likely to encounter this year -- your feelings, your predominant perspective, and the type of situations, circumstances, and opportunities you tend to attract during the calendar year. | Number: 8 This is your year of achievement, your year to make great strides in business, employment, promotions, monetary compensation, and/or the accumulation of possessions. It is your harvest time. You feel ambition stirring, a desire to better your financial condition. To accomplish this, it is necessary to be businesslike, efficient, and practical all year. Many opportunities present themselves. To gain your rewards, move forward in a businesslike manner and with sustained effort. Your state of mind, mental capacity, education, experience, and self-confidence are all part of your success and financial advancement. You feel desire to make a special effort to improve or bring to a successful conclusion some of the ideas and dreams of the past years. This is a year of action. Place your abilities on the market with a sense of self-confidence and authority. |
Next Year's Path. | Number: 9 This year you realize completion and/or fulfillment of some of your dreams. During the year you can let go of the old and undesirable to make way for the new and worthwhile. Things that have been lagging behind want to be finished up this year. Some things seem to finish themselves. In general, this is not a good year to begin new projects. Be tolerant, compassionate, and forgiving, and this can be one of the most wonderful years of your life. Keeping your mind open for broader interests and larger activities seem more natural to you this year. Make your interests more of a universal, rather than personal, nature. Love affairs get your attention, maybe even your own. You find yourself cultivating music, writing, and other arts, and expressing love to the many and toleration of all. The "brotherhood of man" is your keynote. Respond to the urge to do good works. |
Last Year's Path. | Number: 7 This is your year for personal reflection and perfection, a year of introspection. You feel like analyzing everything you have been and are doing. You think about beauty, love, perfection, and what life is all about. You spend a good deal of time alone, getting acquainted with yourself and your new inner power. This year you gain a better understanding of your emotions and your spiritual nature. Take time out to rest, study, read, and travel, and to look at life from a different angle. Find outlets for personal creative expression. If you have psychic, spiritual, new age, or mystic interests, this is the year to pursue those studies. Quality is your standard. |
BTY, thanks for the two replies to yesterday's blog . . . I did ask her last night about this weekend and she ignored me. Oh well?!?!?!
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