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|Tuesday, March 2nd, 2004|
Nether time of day
A hint more than three-quarters past two, and the mind has changed over to neutral, with a hint of meloncholy, as is the case nearly every day around mid-afternoon. Most people get the afternoon blahs, or that post-lunch slowdown as a result of working a feverish pace during the day, wolfing down a likely not very healthy midday meal, then attempting to rediscover the workday tempo. However, with my situation of working from home, it's simply my mind telling me, hey, I don't operate well in the early afternoon hours, but, as proven, mornings and late day/early evening's are high points of productivity. Instead, I use the early afternoon hours for the more mundane tasks of work and personal life: Laundry, pet duty (and, for that matter, pet doody), filing, or, in nicer weather, lawn cutting. Anything that doesn't require direct, focused concentration or thought gets done around this time of day.
A person has to know oneself, their own schedule, how they function best and when it's better to sit and count the specks of paint on the wall or random think about the hidden meaning of Sanford & Son. Who's to say Lamont wasn't a veritable cult hero? Or that Redd Foxx's character, Fred G. Sanford, whose G always stood for something in every show, didn't stand for "Gone but not forgotten"?
|Thursday, February 19th, 2004|
To go or not to go
Late day, still doing some work in my now semi-cold office (note to self: put the heat back on) and trying to decide on heading out to karaoke at Applebees. Haven't been there in a few weeks. Much as enjoy belting out some tunes, I gotta admit, half the reason I go is to see and hang out with the ex-employee, Melissa. Even though she doesn't work for me anymore, she's still a great looking girl (in male terms: Meliss is great eye candy) and seems to have matured a little since I was tied up with her last time, so it's fairly enjoyable to go hang out there and b.s. with her. I just don't want to go over there ONLY for that reason. Some part of me does still miss having her around, but, mostly in the friendship manner, not in the employer-employee manner.
Better go feed the kitties. They're all driving me nuts, swarming around my feet as I work. I should eat as often as they do. Still on the fence about going tonight. Every time I get all hyped up to go, sing, and spend a little time around, occasionally directly with meliss, the night ends up being lousy or "blah".
|Sunday, February 8th, 2004|
Long time no write in this forum, but, now that I've rediscovered it, may as well enter a few lines. Been working most of today, including job stuff and drywalling my downstairs bathroom. For a small room, it's a lot of work. Later on tonight, it's party time, since I am attending a friend's (well, more an acquaintance than a friend) b-day party at the Ramda Inn. It's really just a party because she felt like having one, not so much for her birthday. Should be fun. At least it's free food and beer.
Missed out on having lunch with my friend Tina again last week due to bad weather. We get together every blue moon and catch up, talk, and sometimes, do a little flirting. Never forget the one lunch we had that she was in an apparent flirty, comfortable mood, and extended her long, beautiful legs across the table to rest them on mine, which was followed by some light rubbing. Or, the time her husband paid for a manicure for her, and her nails came out longer than expected. The glue didn't ease up for two weeks or so, and, as she knows I like long nails, met me for lunch, flashing her long reds the entire time. Drove me crazy. We're just friends, but, have indulged in this sort of thing for years. I need a good, early Spring, extended lunch with her.
|Wednesday, September 24th, 2003|
Dreams, schemes, and Filene's
Some off the brain thoughts and recollections of late. I'm starting to pursue my writing dreams, as in, getting paid for what I do, and am finding out in the early going that such can be difficult. While it's certainly true that the hardest part of anything is getting started and, to borrow a football saying, "put those first points on the board", I never really understood the business of writing and authorship. Hence, that's where my learning curve lies; The actual writing is fine with me, I do it a lot anyway.
The challenge of balancing what I want to do (writing and/or other work at home jobs) with my existing Independent Contractor work with the rehabilitation files, which also are worked from my home office. As I say all the time, my last office job, 5 years ago now, was my LAST office job. Besides, by now, I am well aware of the many ways to generate a living (and then some), being self-employed, and truly cannot see myself ever working for anyone else ever again. Sure, recruiters have called, and, most shy away as soon as I give them my minimum starting salary required to temporarily halt my WAH ventures. Tough trying to secure new rehab. file work, start this writing thing (for pay), and look into other WAH businesses. Add to that yardwork, recently finishing my roof (yay me!), and there's more than enough keeping me busy.
As for the Filene's reference in the subject, all that means is, I've been watching Two Guys and A Girl on the We network, one of the two women's channels I get on satellite dish. Well, maybe watching it a little too much, since I can predict the commercials and what they're for. When I start becoming interested in women's channel commercials, and a show that had Filene's Basement retail store on it, it's time for me to bury myself downstairs in the office. My daytimes, though, are almost scheduled to eat lunch and watch that show, either for an hour or half-hour, depending on the particular day's programming. Watch enough of that or the horrid Lifetime network, and you're bound to start feeling like a housewife! So, my working here is really important to keep my sanity and, maybe to a point, masculinity. Still wouldn't trade working from here for all the free hookers on a California beach.
Current Mood: Fair
Current Music: None; total silence is fantastic
|Saturday, August 23rd, 2003|
Two Blondes and time for my garage
In the past two days, I've had the good fortune to come across not one, but, two, very attractive, blonde hotties. One, at the library, I still swear I knew. Beautiful, mousish-faced woman of maybe early-mid 20s, with long, flowing, light blonde locks that are the envy of all hair stylists and salon types. Blue eyes, and a semi-angular jawline, that made every expression and facial motion appear sultry and sexy, a very serious affect. This woman, however, was fully aware that she "had it", and obviously enjoyed the attention she garnered from many men, including the one she was seated at the table with and talking to. The necks of a handful of men cricked and strained the several occasions she flung her hair back and ran her hands through it. Think she reminded me of either someone I know or knew from work dealings, or, my friend from long ago, Sam. Samantha Michelle Monroe. Yes, I know. Too perfect a name, but that's what she went by. Sam was a looker, too, with the body to match.
Today, at a flea market no less, I happened by a tent with a blonde woman, closer to my age range of 30-something (god I hate that saying), with two tables full of assorted this and that's, including a lantern I was eyeing up. Ok, ok..I was eyeing her up, too. Shorter, and a little more stocky, but, still with a nice, fit body, her watery-blue eyes and bright smile highlighted her well-cheekboned face and peppy demeanor to the point it was quickly qualifying as THE reason I stuck around the tables and looked around at the items (in more ways than one). We chatted a bit, and, just like library girl, traded a few non-verbal flirts, although, this one was more overt with me in that respect. As we talked it up, our eyes and facial expressions, as well as conversational tone, hinted at the flirtatiousness of the interaction, and, hey, I noticed you as much as you noticed me idea. While putting some small wall hooks in a bag for me, she made sure to take a few from my hands, despite that the full container of same were directly below her own arms, and, if it was accidental or a tossed-out-there flirt, braised over my fingers twice before pulling away. Thing is, we continued chatting and flirting for a minute or so after the transaction was complete. I had planned on giving her my business card to maybe "talk to her about doing some work" with me. Which, naturally would mean yet another pretty face in my ever-expanding stable of helpers.
Maybe I'll sneak back up the flea market tomorrow somehow...but, knowing my luck, she won't be there. That's how these things always go for me. Might be worth a shot, though. She did look a little like Jody. Nuff said there.
Finally, as my garage has been an unruly mess for weeks, tonight began the process of straightening it out, getting rid of huge boxes for the recycling, which I'll take up tomorrow, and trying to restore some sense of order to my garagely domain. That's one of the real essence parts of me, the garage guy. Don't know how I got away from it as I have, but, now that the cleaning up process has begun, I hope to rediscover that part of me. Plus, it really IS a mess, and I DO need to get it organized before winter.
Current Mood: relaxed
Current Music: just the fan in the background
|Thursday, August 21st, 2003|
Another day, another...
Round of musings about life, liberty, and the pursuit of some grand meaning of it all. Look at our world, hell, our nation, today, and nothing appears the way it should be or is. Is the 2003, or the early 1900s, where people feared the new, and only thought of themselves? We live in a whiny, pampered, get my own way now society, and it's going to be our demise. The California recall vote on Gray Davis is a microcosm for the country. Only problem is, they make it seem as if any new governor is going to come in, and make everything all nice and new again in a week. Further, people need to realize that Ah-nold is not really "The Terminator"; he's an actor. What, is he going to have Rocky Balboa as his atty. general?
The public has voiced and documented discontent with both political parties, such that, as of this time, neither has any advantage for next year's kicking-out-o'-the-Dubya, which will most assuredly occur. Further, there's been a not so silient push by a small but growing portion of the American public towards the "simpler life", eschewing technology and all of it's problems, running away from reality (which IS what it is, really), and re-adopting that me and only me and mine attitude. Nice way to start the new century; With a return to Pastoralism.
Disaster imagined is always worse, much worse, than disaster realized, and, those same people who moved out to the nether regions, praries, and farmland as a manner to "get away from society" are those same people who will be the first to complain when the life they used to know is no more. Selfish, shallow, weak-minded individuals. Sadly, that seems to be the case for a broad-based swath of our current citizens. Be selfish and shallow all you want, but, when they're dead and buried, who mourns for them? This is the kind of society the current, placed by the Supreme Court regime has sowed. Hopefully soon, we'll be able to re-farm something better than this.
Current Mood: reflective
Current Music: None; Silence is so peaceful
|Wednesday, August 20th, 2003|
Goin' thru the motions
Last few days have been like this. Working, doing what have to do, cutting the lawn, etc., but feels like I'm just going through the motions, robot-like. Add to that the indecisiveness about what to do next, how to break out of this, and, in the overall scheme, increase my lot in life. Make the big splash somehow. Positive noteriety or quiet dignity. Start becoming, or, make progress towards who I really want to be. In the more finality sense, start doing and being the things my eulogizer will talk about many years from now.
Current Mood: blah
Current Music: none; Watching Twilight Zone
|Friday, July 25th, 2003|
Cops, bugs, and a freebie
What a last few weeks. First, the flea battle was waged (should I declare a War on Fleas, and apply for federal funding to pay Terminix?), involving professional spraying of the entire house, which also included having me leave the premises after the extreminator was done. And, of course, I signed my life away paying him. That led to a second visit, whereby my property, as it includes mulch, wood chips, and a shed, being labled a "breeding ground" for termites. While I have yet to ever SEE a termite in this house, Mr. Terminix guy had another contract at the ready. Goodbye to more than a grand, total, for this little instance of de-bugging. If I see so much as a gnat anywhere in or around this house, they're getting called to come out with a flamethrower if need be.
Moving on, as my luck with driving without having representatives of the state or local authorities riding right behind me, alongside of me, or simply having that sixth sense that "he's out there somewhere...and we must nail him", such continued last week. This time, it wasn't speeding I was questioned about; It was, apparently, not having tail lights. Some sort of factory recall was to blame, but, hey, they don't care about that. No tail lights, driving at night. Guessing the fuzzards didn't take too kindly to that. Or, as it were, the fact they knew I had been, shall we say "imbibing a little". Lady luck had me not getting nailed for DUI, even though, by all truth, it very well was hovering over my head. And I am not a drinker, so this was out of character for me. The older cop looked at me as I was signing the faulty equipment card he issued for the lights, and said, verbatim, "I'm not even going to test you..You smell of it. And I know you don't want a DUI, right?". Guy had me there. I knew I probably reeked of brew. Think the only thing that got me off was not being able to drive my car home due to the tail lights. They parked it in a nearby store parking lot and I had to call the wife to come get me.
While on the road for work purposes yesterday, I stopped in a well-known, huge mega-mall to get changed, eat, then be on my way back home. Did all that, and was buying a Sierra Mist for the trip back, when the rather attractive, late 20s/maybe 30 year old woman in front of me was fumbling for her money due to an abundance of shopping bags. As all she was buying was a bottle of water ($2), the cashier saw my soda and highway snack on the counter, and asked if the items were together. "Yeah, put them together" I said, paying for the 3 items. The woman was thankful and laughed, pointing at her bags and saying "Guess I look broke, huh!", and performing a flirty hand-on-my-arm movement. We exchanged some funny comments, and she was on her way as I was getting my change. The cashier remained happily surprised. "You really didn't know her?" she asked, initially thinking the woman and I were together. "Nope, never saw her until a minute or so ago" I told her. "Wow. That's amazing. It's nice to know there are still some giving people around". I took it as a compliment. And thought about that woman during the drive home. Had she and I spent some time together, it would have been a repeat performance of another experience I had in that same mall a few years ago. But that's a story for another time.
Current Mood: but losing steam
Current Music: None; Silence is so peaceful
|Wednesday, June 11th, 2003|
In the middle of my busy workday, nothing really annoys me more than someone else throwing me off schedule, keeping me from my own mental game plan of what needs to be done. One of the companies I contract with seems to hold belief that I have some power over all other involved parties, and can force people to return my my numerous phone calls and/or faxes. It's MY fault that nobody calls back? Maybe I should start that practice, too...Call, fax, or email comes in, and, ah, hell, I'll just toss it aside until I'm damn good and ready to get to it. If that means next week or next month, so be it.
Now, after what will again be a brief lunch experience upstairs, I will drop everything that was planned, work on one case (talk about non-productive) the rest of today. Which means, a working evening beckons.
Current Mood: working
Current Music: Radio.."Times Like These".. daytime crap
|Tuesday, June 10th, 2003|
Drawing a Blank
Apparently, the spirit is willing but the mind just 'aint (I know, that's not a word but it fits here) cooperating today. Work stuff has gotten done, but, mostly rote memory, standard-type duties, nothing involving any real planning or critical thinking. Been itching to finish a short story I've done, but, even that has been met with all the enthusiasm and creativity of a dead car battery. This isn't a blah feeling, it's more like, I know what has to be done, sit down to do it, but then, something doesn't click. Some synapses don't quite fire and I'm left staring at a screen or starting some activity that gets put off to be finished. Also reminds me a little bit of the assistant, who has been a little scatterbrained this past week. She's never like that. Even asked her if she was really allright and wanted to talk if she wasn't. Assured me she was ok.
TV sucks. Don't feel like working. Getting tired of net surfing. Done talking to the assistant on the IM. Already ate dinner then ran the husky dog, so those are done, too. Wonder what I'll do next?
Current Mood: apathetic
Current Music: Evening radio. Now playing ZZ Top's "Legs"
|Saturday, June 7th, 2003|
Dark, dank, and Saturday
Here I sit, yet again, working on a dark, dank, rainy weekend day. Last night's AB's trip was another familiar experience, eating the same food from the nearly-memorized menu and having a Bud draft in front of me before my butt even hit the stool. As usual, too, there were many and several babes and hotties to eye up, including several staff that are, if not good friends, at least very good acquaintances. Can't help it sometimes. Just HAVE to look at a few of them "in that way". Young, tanned legs, in white bar shorts and extending, reaching, showing tummy skin are difficult to ignore, no matter how much one tries to remain the proverbial "nice guy". Though my mind tells me about 9 million different things about this activity, pro-con, do it don't do it, act on it or don't, the bottom line is, I'm still a male, and, males DO look at women. It's that simple and direct. Friends or not, regardless of the degree of respect, we will look at an attractive woman no matter who it is, entertaining those "what if" thoughts, if even for a fleeting moment. Maybe it's what keeps us going sometimes? Possibilities. Endless possibilities. Think the unthinkable and who knows, it may even happen. Lightning can strike, you know.
Current Mood: working
Current Music: Afternoon radio, now playing Heart's "Barracuda".
|Wednesday, June 4th, 2003|
Just keeps piling on
Visitors this past weekend. Fine, I enjoy when they're here (usually). But, this past weekend, it was difficult due to house and computer problems. For one, the computer I was using had severe windows issues, despite two complete reformats. That caused a re-do and program loading of an extra system I had in the office, so it's at least work functional. Then, it was hot water heater death time. Two-hundred dollars and several hand blisters later, and I sucessfully installed a new one. Good thing I'm handy.
Go outside this morning to get the paper. And what do I see? Flat tire on the truck. Add to that that I am exhausted and feel like crap in this extended rainy weather, and it's not a good combination.
Current Mood: exhausted
Current Music: "If I go crazy, will you still call me Superman?"
|Thursday, May 29th, 2003|
Lori, Melissa, and a Long Day
Long day today. Did an extended business meeting with a chiropractor I deal with, who, essentially, wants me to partner up with her and get more patients. Hey, fine. Let's talk referral fees and bonuses! Anyway, as we met at my local (and damn near second home) Applebees, we had the pleasure of being served by Lori, who has been employed there for a little while. Well, enough time that I've noticed her before and have joked around with her many times, so we're decent acquaintances, notably due to the fact that I am there so often I now know most employees names, personal lives, typical work schedules, etc. It's kinda nice. Lori is a very attractive/hot, 22 year old, blonde-haired, watery blue-eyed woman, with gorgeous, pronounced facial features. Just a looker of a girl.
When I first met her, I thought "so, you think you're the new Melissa?", my employee who I so effectively stole from that very same establishment. For her part, Melissa, while she worked there, got noticed for her beauty by everyone. But, as I got to know Lori a little more, it became clear that she's a beauty in her own right, and not anyone else's compare. She served us well, and even again played along with my jokes and occasional light flirts (tell me these girls don't like it and aren't used to it?). Then gave me some somber news, of a fellow employee's passing, and her need to attend the funeral in NY. Even though I didn't know the guy personally, it was obvious most of the palce was pretty thrown off track by it. As Lori knelt alongside me, telling us the story and of it's fallout, I looked at her face and eyes. While, yes, I was seriously listening to her and felt bad for her and her coworkers during this time, my mind kept saying "Damn, that is a hot, beautiful woman...Just striking".
Then, after getting home and finding a message on the machine from employee Melissa (as mentioned, does great work for me, AND is a phenomenal hottie), I returned her call to discuss a non-working disc, which I gave her a few days ago. Before I knew it, Meliss was at the house, going over laptop computer issues and chatting a bit. Dressed in jeans and a croppy-type top with thin straps that showed off more cleavage on her than I've seen to-date, long hair worn down (which I prefer...and know she's aware of that), we were inching towards working/flirting until the other party who lives in this house came home. Can this girl like being with me "in that way", or at least, have opened herself to the possibility of such? What would I do? Similiar to with Lori, as I looked at Meliss, really looked at her, I took in how beautiful she really is. I can say, with no doubt, she qualifies as a WOW. Today was a good, but long, day.
Current Music: CCR's "The Midnight Special"
|Tuesday, May 27th, 2003|
The Oddness of My Schedule
Maybe a more accurate title would have been "My schedule is. I have no schedule". Working from home is a marvelous thing, and let's me be flexible with hours, when I do work, even return voice and e mails. Thing is, sometimes, like lately, it seems like I'm outta whack. Mornings are great and productive for working; Afternoons are blah, unproductive, and have been attracting my ass to the couch for an hour or two. I'll muddle through some work until late day, then take my Pardon The Interruption break at 5:30. Eat dinner, come back down to work my files until mid-evening. THEN, though, since I get a second wind late at night, I've been doing manual, non-thinking tasks in the late night and early AM hours. Take the recycling out? Feels like a 1am duty. Clean the kitty boxes? More of an 11pm, maybe 11:30pm task. Clean off my messy desks in the home office? Midnight-ish, maybe 1, 1:30am. Just wierd. No wonder why when I have to be on the road, my body's all screwed up...
Other side note: Getting visitors next weekend. Usually fun. The one guy this time, though, has been hounding me to rent or get on PPV that stupid, juvenile "Jackass" movie. I pay for all the eats, beer, do the driving, and basically let my bar be USED by these guys, BUT...My house, my rules: There will be NO Jackass movie. Last time I checked, neither I or they were in the 14-15 year old range that movie is geared towards.
Current Mood: working
Current Music: radio station...same crap they always play
|Wednesday, May 14th, 2003|
Maybe it's because I work from home and have a flexible schedule to wander into the bar or living room upstairs to flip tv stations, but, I seem to have noticed many tv shows from the 1990s that were really very good. They also tend to give off that feel-good, mid/late 90s feeling, when things were, let's face it, SO much better in this country. Recently started watching (during my self-imposed lunch break), "Two Guys and A Girl", which was formerly known as "Two Guys, a Girl, and a Pizza Place". Funny show. So is (can reruns prevent me from stating WAS?) "Dharma & Greg", which is shown during the daytime, but I have caught at midnight some evenings. While both ran until 2000 or a hint longer, they have that same feel-good tone about them. Sure, "Seinfeld" also fits that category, but, it's in syndication in every market, making it difficult to not come across. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, I guess. May as well add in the only cop show I ever watched and liked, "High Incident", with David Keith. Why do the good shows get pushed aside for this "reality tv" crap?
Current Mood: mellow
Current Music: Harry Chapin's "Get On With It"
|Thursday, May 8th, 2003|
How did 30-something creep up on me?
As a man in my thirties, I have found myself either faced with or philosophically asking
the grander questions life has to offer. Am I happy with my career, the person I chose as a
mate, home, and general lot in life at this stage of the game? What if? What if? What if.
To quote an individual maybe not so famous to some, but surely famous to me, “If IF
were a horse, we’d all have a ride”, and, the more direct ‘IF the dog didn’t stop to shit, he
would have caught the rabbit”. Thanks for that piece of advice, Dad. As I grow older, it’s
Time does that to people, men and woman alike. When we’re in our untouchable late
teens and early 20s, the world is ours, the letters N and O are never matched together,
and we remain essentially protected in the safe society of academia. Reality and the
world around us remains just that: Around us, but somehow, not effecting us. We’re in
charge, didn’t anyone know that? It’s the young adult world of make believe in far too
many ways. Mother Nature and Father Time have a habit of throwing a mirror in our face
and advancing the clock before we look back at it and recognize. In our minds, like it or
not, we come to see that what was once passed off as “one of these days”, or “when I
have my own house, I’ll...” is now rock-hard reality. If progression is a part of the life
cycle, then so is hindsight, which is always 20-20.
For example, in my own halcyon days of, say, ages 22-25 or so, my mind simply would
not believe that, by my mid-30s, what was once a thick, bushy, flowing black sea of hair
could be reduced to a short, business-like, and, yes, thinning skullcap of mostly pepper
but some salty residue head covering. When the morning pillow increasingly has more
hair on it than the top of my head, it’s already too late to combat it. There will be no
reinforcements, no Alliance-led follicle troops invading and planting their flag. Best I can
do now is maintain the hair dye process, so as to keep the pepper looking peppery, and
salt to a table minimum. Guess the saddest thing is (or maybe it’s a positive?), I’m not
the only one of my like-generation associates who seem to be, shall we say, “Losing a
little off the top”. This isn’t so much a major occurrence as it is another one of life’s little
annoyances. Which, as we all know, just keep piling up.
Another thought-provoking example of late involves my college-aged female assistant.
She’s a fantastic beauty with all the hopes and dreams her chronological age dictates,
and, does a wonderful job for me as well. Our conversations, when not work-related,
frequently involve her experiences at college, which warrant my own advice and
recollections to her pertaining to my own higher education anthologies. Roomates. Early
classes. Collegiate hormonal explosions fueled by inebriation. The inherent uncertainty
involved with choosing a major and career track. It’s all so familiar, as I fill the role of
employer/friend/de-facto counselor with her, while at the same time, transporting myself
back to those days. Also tends to get the mind pondering the answers to the question
“Was it THAT long ago I was in her shoes?” Sometimes, it truly does not appear to be.
But it is and has been that long. Que stinkin’ sera, Que stinkin’ sera.
This has been but a snippet of Reality Check on My Youth.
Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: none; Total silence is great
|Friday, May 2nd, 2003|
No motivation today
Rainy Friday Blahs have a hold of me. Been working on this one report for a good 2 hours now. Not counting the half hour or so of talking to my assistant online. Feel like going to the OTB and playing some horses, which is something I don't do often and am admittedly not very good at. It's fun once in a while, though. Follow up, now that I remember it, to the last entry regarding the hottie assistant and her penchant for the friendly flirt: In "talking" to her online today, she again mentioned taking a break to go shower. This was followed by a hot little "So imagine me in the shower until I get back". Do I need this on a blah day like today? Thoughts of her, like that, in my head?
Work sucks. Even working for yourself.
Current Mood: blah
Current Music: Daytime radio..Same crap.
|Thursday, May 1st, 2003|
Working all day, on the phone most of it. God I hate being on the phone. Can't wait until college girl comes back home and works for me again soon. Will put her on phone call and information-gathering duty. Let her deal with the crap. She's such a sweet, hazel-eyed hottie, it kills me sometimes. Twenty years old. Soft olive skin. Everybody I know who I've told about having her work for me has joked about my real intentions....But, she does do a great job for me. The fact that she's also eye candy is just icing on the cake. Or, in her case, peanut butter brownies, which she'll make me when she comes home in a week or so. Where the hell were women like this when I was 20? The pure guy part of me can't believe the beauty of this young woman sometimes. Good thing I'm a nice guy. Or I'd be proving people right about my real intentions. Her occasional flirts and teases ("You like my hair down and curly, right?" she'll say) really test my will power at times.
More later...Just had to get that off my chest. Back to work
Current Mood: working
Current Music: Harry Chapin's "Poor Damn Fool"
|Sunday, April 27th, 2003|
Looking through some photos new and old last night while visiting family (it was late night, so I had free reign to spend time rifling thru a boxes, a bag, and drawers full), I noticed many things. One, there's not nearly as many, by a practical landslide if you will, of me as there are of my one sister, the younger of the two older ones, and, not coincidentally, the same one who I do not relate well to as often as we should by this point in our lives. For a while, it viewed like the life history of ONE person from the house.
Sporadically, I came across snapshots of myself and others from the late 80s and early-mid 90s, which were a mixture of halcyon and darkened days for all of us, for varied reasons. Though not one to stash photos in my overnight bag, I did grab one select shot that was of interest, and it wasn't even of me. It was of my oldest sister, who has always been a looker, but, during those days, was really an incredible sight to behold. She and I got and get along great today. In the photo, she's by herself (a rarity, since most photos involve multiple people), wearing white shorts and a white t-shirt denoting a school event. Her hair was much longer then; Over her shoulder and down past her chest. Bright smile, tanned legs, and, as was one of her trademarks back then and to a smaller degree now, long, well-kept fingernails. In this shot, they're polished a hot red color and look amazing. She and I have shared a nail thing for years, so my even saying this in print is not a surprise at all. It is one of those shots that just captured her essence, and, that of those days for me.
Photos can bring back memories, help a person gain perspective on today, and cement relationship both positive and negative. I plan on enlarging the liberated photo to probably a 5x7 size, and either giving it to her or placing it in my home office to look at during those not-good days. My sister in that photo represents a halcyon time for us both, really. Why not savor it?
Current Mood: contemplative
Current Music: none; Total silence is great
|Saturday, April 19th, 2003|
Crowded stores & Women who bare skin
Yet another ill-fated Wal-Fart run on an Easter Saturday. Had to pick up those little things for the kids. When, I ask, did Easter become Christmas #2? Far too many people out, even more in the stores, nobody looks where they're going, and, when some women get a sniff of nice weather like today, they trot out the cleavage-baring tops, tight jeans or shorts, new or old crop-tops, and do up the springtime makeup. Not that I'm completely against any of that; In fact, these eyes caught quite a few hot, very alluring women today while shopping.
However, as the tone of this entry might lead, not all women should dress like that in public. For every stunning, sexy head-turner I saw today (notably one who seemed to follow every aisle or lane I went in), there were 10 who tried to dress the part, but, really should have stuck with the heavy winter coat and face-covering hat. Call it the Wal-Mart stereotype, but, the women who wear half-shirts that fall on TOP of their bulging stomachs, spray on the can and a half of hairspray, and just exude the stench of last week's cicarette smoke, truly need to stop going out in public. A woman of 115, 130 pounds who bares skin and is even moderately attractive can pull off the sexy look; Not so with women requiring the truckstop scales to get an accurate reading. Sexist to say? Probably. Correct? Absoluetly.
Those who opine "All women are beautiful" obviously have never entered Wal-Fart.
Current Mood: working