...the scotch was going down too easy.
The corner bar was dead... the bar keep offered a $2 scotch and a free shot of Cuervo...
"No one else is here drinking, so if I can't someone else has to. You're the winner." was his comment has he dropped the shot in front of me.
After I escaped the local bar-hanger from telling me his theory on life, I walked another half-mile down the road to a different place.
Met an interesting gent named Dan... bar keep, one night a week. He informed me that this was the quietest Wednesday night he has ever had there... just my luck.
Tomorrow night, he assured, would be more active.
I think I shall revisit the mini pub-crawl...
Sorry if it sounds like I'm bragging... but damn, that was a good lunch. :)
It was freaking awesome... I am stuffed.
that's so unfair.
Do you deliver... to... say, Georgia?
I guess you'll just have to come work for me....
TORTURE! Torture I say! you leave me to deal with the pixies while you get yummy food???
The garlic bulbs are in the oven. Crab cakes ready for the pan.
Mmmmm.... it's going to be a good lunch. :)
On to #30!
...that one day, everyone.. everywhere... will know the wonders of my nipples.
..the scotch... the scotch is going down soooo smooth right now.
This could be bad... or very good. One never knows how these things will end up, but it will most likely end with drunk journaling.
...I'm thinking about doing a roasted garlic with olive-oil on a toasted flat bread...
adopt me?! Please?! :P
Damn, I NEED some! At least I know what I'm going to have for dinner today :)
Got any leftovers?
That's going to be lunch tomorrow. I got a tomato-basil bread I'm going to toast and make some crabcakes to go with it.
Just finished booking a 3rd ticket to DCA this weekend to take my son... going to tour the Smithsonians with my eldest two after spending Saturday with my brother's family in Virginia.
This is going to be fun! It's been a long time since I've been to DC for the fun of it.
...there are a few things in life that don't need to be figured out.
Like, how did the Universe start? And how can it be infinite?
My answer to those is; it's just always has been, and that is the way it is. There is no hocus-pocus about it. It just is and odds are we will never know.
Should we stop asking or trying to find out? Heck no! But the human requirement to put a definition to every question even if we don't have an answer is infuriating. I think you know what I mean.
But some of the questions... in finding our way through life, don't fall in the same category. I think these are things we can find answers to, on journeys of self-discovery.
If you take the "it just is" answer to everything, you might never find what truly makes you happy.
Just my two sense...
I have enjoyed your two cents. No one will ever truly know the answers, but what fun it is to self-discover. In that process I can only speak for myself: one must get lost to be found.....
Yes. Not "it just is" to everything. just some things. :)
Messages from VR members.. usually leave me feeling a bit old. Age-wise I am significantly older than many here, especially those that tend to message me.
Regardless, so many times I read about the trials of their lives that they need to speak to someone about... often, anyone will do, just as long as they can get it off their chest. I don't mind and I do understand.
But so many times I walk away from the message thinking... heck, I'm a lot further along in life and I haven't figured that out yet either... so maybe you just should stop worrying about it and start living for today.
That is what I decided to do a while back... and I am a lot happier.
Still confused and trying to find my way... but happier. :)
Oh significantly older my ass....
LOL! (Morrigon I love your comment.)
I think when Anne wrote Lestats views on being a vampire she had the right of it for everyone. Some things do not need figured out.
Your right about just living your life and not worry about every detail.............................now if people would just do it.
Mentorship: Le Vie Trois.
Just putting that out there... having a hard time on VR? Need to raise your spirits or increase your performance? Feel like you just can't get the up time here that you should have?
For a more satisfying VR experience, come check out the mentorship Le Vie Trois.
Side effects include lower blood pressure and a lot more fun!
Speaking of last names that make us giggle...
...how about, Popadick?
Just yesterday I ran into a Ms. Trollip. I giggled.
The best one yet, personally, is a customer of mine with the last name Kuntz. I can't imagine the childhood he had!
Really, if I had some of the surnames I've heard I would get it changed the first chance I had. How would you like to be a female with the last name Bushy?
I had a client, ages ago, named Hardin Long.
I sooooo wanted that name.
That is one of the most perfect pron names...
..not sure about that comment, Images... I'm talking in literal terms. We have hundreds of fortune tellers, stacked by color...
...something of note better damn well happen! This has been a huge effort in marketing from everyone here - especially Morri!
Tomorrow is the day...
...our fortunetellers are all stacked by color... they look like a bunch of multi-colored chinese take-out boxes...
...for the reminder that all the changes that I'm making, I'm making for me.
That it was a confidence in myself; personal growth and self discovery that has allowed me to be empowered and to say enough is enough.
I know the things I want for myself and it is within my power of doing to achieve them. No one else is in my shoes - no one else can tell me I'm right or wrong in my approach.
I have to finalize a few things now. I will work toward that end, just as I have been, on my terms.
Enough of the uncompromising demands from other people. It is now on me.
...the this pen is pretty damn cool too.
The pen is you prophet. The pen is your god. The pen is the only thing you need in your life. The pen is your saviour and worshipping the pen is the only path to salvation and eternal bliss.
I have see the belivers bow down for it, and the pen is happy. :)
It would rock to do that... hmmm... video production... creating robot puppets... expecting me to be consistently funny...
...that would be a challenge. Especially me being consistently funny...
Ok, it's silly, I know. But today Cancer had his kismet set as "What? Where Am I?"
And it made me think of something like this...
Genius. Complete genius.
Haha... I have to agree... that is pure genius!
And his nails look great!
That's pretty good. lmao...
There he is!
That's freakin' fantastic. LMAO
In his secret underground lair, Cancer adds another name to his Mark of Shame list....
... love stinks. Oh yeah.
Ok, not all of love "stinks."
Brace yourself.. it's more self-reflection. But I guess I have time to think while mindlessly building a chicken coop.
Anyway, I watched "The Stepford Wives" with Morri yesterday. One line in particular stuck with me from the move... when Nicole Kidman and Matthew Broderick where surrounded by all the men, including Christopher Walken... and Kidman, in an attempt to change Broderick's mind asked the question, "Can she say she loves you?"
Walken's response in an effort to keep Broderick on track was, "Yes! And in 58 different languages."
Kidman then asked, "But when she says it, can she mean it?"
I guess the part of this exchange that stuck with me was just that... we enter into relationships and throw this concept around... love. The age old question is asked, "What is love?" and the answer always is, "You'll know when you've found it."
But... do we?
I mean, how many times can we say "I love you" to our partner... and although we mean it, if he or she doesn't believe us, does it matter if we mean it or not?
Or if we don't mean it, but they believe we do, isn't that just the same to us?
It suddenly became a concept that caused me to question the very essence of what I learned a good relationship was to be built on...
You can give it. But if your partner doesn't accept it, or even doubts you feel it, does it even matter that you feel it or give it?
And at that point, what does matter?
I need a cookie.
If believe it, it matters. If the significant other doesn't believe it, well, "Houston, we have a problem!"
*If you believe it*
Possibly the point I was getting at in a nutshell.
If you say it, feel it and believe it... then it is. But if your partner doesn't believe you, even if he/she claims to love you back, what exactly do you have? And where do you go from there?
And how do you even get to the truth of the matter?
Chicken coops do strange things to a man...*hands him a cookie*.
silly birra....love is the illusion 2 people take part in to fufill a need that is primal.
I suppose that I will give you two answers and let you decide of I am full of chicken coop droppings...lol.
My take is this: If you give something it presumes you have lots of it. If you do not expect anything back but simply give from the abundance of your heart, who cares if it is returned.
That was one answer that most pop psychology texts will give and self help ones too I guess.
Now the real answer in most situations is why expend the effort and energy on someone who is negative? It is like pissing into the wind and expecting to not get wet.
I imagine, like most things in life I've found, is that the answer is somewhere in the middle.
If you have done your homework on someone and they are worthy of your attention in the first place then giving love with no expectation of return is ok, they will get you back soon enough. It is this connected state that would seem to balance the books, but if you are expecting something in return do you really have an abundance of love to begin with? Likely not.
Well, if you can't communicate with each other then you're doomed no matter what.
Learning to drop defenses and embrace the person who loves you, and basically love them in return is something that a person can grow into. Again, that all builds off of trust. If you can't trust that you can approach your lover to voice concerns, then how can you consider building with them?
This is where the whole quid-pro-quo comes into play... Someone lets a guard about "whatever hang up" and their partner lets a guard down. If that proves successful, try something else and so on.
'Course, that's just me. I'm not big on hiding things because I see nothing stronger than the bond we try to build in relationships.
Love is something often ridiculed by bitter people who haven't encountered another soul even remotely interested in sharing emotions with them.
Love is primal, beyond belief. Love is not a crime, lust is not a crime, they can combine to become passion and if you're halfway intelligent you can nuture all parts of a relationship... The emotional, the physical, the doodads and decorating the house. Blah blah blah ;)
Go get 'em tiger.
You can only fold a piece of paper in half 6 times before it just turns into a wadded up mess.
What is my point?
I wish I had one… that’s actually just one of those random, useless facts floating around in my gray matter.
But I think it kind of leads into some other concepts. Such as, how many times can you cut something up into even pieces before it becomes too small to cut? Almost infinitely I suppose if you could use enzymes or chemicals to break down molecular structure… or even an atom smasher.
I just don’t happen to have one of those in my kitchen cutlery set.
Here is my point… in my obtuse way of getting to it.
I’m seeing more and more clearly how life tends to move in circles. Repeating patterns. Like folds and cuts. A wise man once said, “Those who cannot learn from history are doomed to repeat it.”
What I’m finding is even if I learn from history, who I am and the way my history has shaped my attitudes, behaviors and values… I’m still more or less doomed to repeat certain cycles over and over. Life itself is one nasty habit after another, repeating over and over.
Until I learn to break all of these habits – each and every one – nothing will truly change.
Henry Ford once said, “History is more or less bunk. It is tradition. We don’t want tradition. We want to live in the present and the only history that is worth a tinker’s damn is the history we make today.”
There is a lot of wisdom in this. I look at more progressive cities around the nation and although many preserve history they do so in moderation. If it is going to hinder progress, history more or less meets a wrecking ball. Here where I live, people desperately try to cling to history. Nothing can be changed or moved aside for progress and therefore the region never really progresses.
There are some traditions in our society I find to be out-dated and useless. I believe they hold us back as a race. But people desperately cling to them, en masse. And they continue to hold us back.
I look at my own life and see actions… things I’ve accepted to be true which do not need to be… the way people treat me and how I respond… but so often it is only after the fact that I finally realize I’ve been there before. In the moment I turn to my own history which hasn’t taught me the right way to respond. It’s a cycle that has come around again and sadly, my responses tend to be exactly the same.
Insanity – doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.
I’m happier today but still feel like I’m trying to find happiness. Responding the same way to these situations will not make me happy. It never has. Why would that change?
I need to change.
I’ve changed a lot in the last few years. My life isn’t anywhere close to the same as it was even a year ago.
But unfortunately, I can see by my actions and responses, I haven’t changed much at all.
That is something… I need to work on today if I want all of my tomorrows to be different.
Jeez, birra, this is so fantastically depressing that I very well may paper-cut myself to death. Why? Because it would be a new approach to an old problem. Kind of like trying to push a door that says "pull to open"
Wise words grasshopper. :p
I tend to say, "everything in its own time" but, sometimes we need to push to make things happen. Good things don't come to those who wait, good things come to those who make it happen.
I don't think that you should think because your actions have not changed that you haven't changed much at all. You said yourself that you are happier, but still looking for happiness. There's nothing wrong with that. People always look for something more, we are rarely content. You can only change so much at a time. The simple fact that you can look back and say that you react the same and want to change it is very good. But as I said, it doesn't mean you haven't changed. It just means that there are other things to work on. Everyone has to go through phases and metamorphosis...at least if we want to better ourselves. What you have to evaluate is if you're going backwards...because if you are, then truly nothing has changed. Otherwise...baby steps are still steps.
...always good for something different.
I just don't get the lyric..
"Hit me when I come."
That just doesn't sound... pleasurable.
Perhaps so--but it certainly is something to smile at.
i can't stop. . . .
Some people like it.
LOL! To some, I'm sure it's pure bliss...
I am with you on this one. It seems that it would be distracting to get smacked about the chops as you climax...meh, to each their own. Of course on the other hand maybe this is a means to STOP you from coming...lol. Kinda drastic, but who knows.
Maybe some sort of delayed gratification training or premature ejaculation therapy?
I never thought of it that way. I always suggested the "thumb pinch" technique when I was a counselor...
Donkey punches are never pleasurable... So, Ive been told, that is... *dons wimple*
...I had to make omelettes... it's stated in the rules.
We need some of those rules at my house.
Oh you have those rules too huh ? I HAVE to make French Toast on Sundays... that will soon change though, Dutchy can make waffles instead with fresh whipped cream.
So...do we owe you breakfast or can we just count dinner? I don't get up early enough to cook breakfast. :p
Why are my cooking services being posted in birra's journal?! I guess it's better than having your phone number scrawled on the wall of a truck stop bathroom... I'm not certain how much better, though.
glad I didnt have to o.0
...eggshells. Know what I mean?
And I have this sharp pain in my foot... and I'm uncomfortable in my own skin tonight.
...firing people is never easy... *sigh*
I know :( Even when they have to go due to crappy performance... it's still not easy.
When I was a store manager for Toys R Us, the worst experience I had was when the company was reorganizing and I had to let go one of my assistant managers because of it. It was company-mandated to let one go, and it had to be the one least tenured, no exceptions... the least tenured was my BEST one. She took initiative, always early, did my work when I was off, and more. I literally cried when I let her go, and it was very unprofessional of me. The one who was able to stay was a really sub-par worker, who I always had thoughts was doing drugs on the side.
I actually ended up leaving the company altogether because of it.
It's not usually easy.
I had a similar experience to Images when I was in Carolina. I was told someone in your department has to go...And it has to be "x". "x" being the hardest working, smartest guy in the department...but he "made too much money" for the job classification.
On the other hand it was easy to fire the guy who was caught spending hours every day viewing gay porn on someone else's computer when he was being paid OT to do inventory !
Having a reason or need to fire someone isn't very nice either.
When I was on the phone with him this weekend, he quipped these...
What was Michael Jackson's favorite thing about twenty-five year olds?
...the are twenty of them.
His family plans to cremate his body. His final wish was to have all the plastic that has been put into his body melted down and turned into Legos so kids can play with him forever...
Or that he wanted his plastic to turned into a dildo because he's never seen the inside of a woman before...lol.
O.o Well, voodoo, I didn't see that coming...
Twenty five year olds?! XDDD Poor Michael has been slated to receive his version of Allah's promised paradise.
give him virgins and he'll just play Yahtzee with them.
the twenty 5 year olds was great lmfao!!
hahahahhahahahhahahahhahahha by far the funniest one I have heard so nfar...
Or fryer rooster...heh, young cock...get it? ~nudge nudge~ Get it? ~dies~ Damn, I gotta get better joke books :(
perhaps he finally found out that his kids aren't biologically his :P
What the hell kind of name is Blanket anyway?!?!?!
Well, Trikster, I keep exactly this kind of useless info hand for occasions in other people's journals... Answer: Prince Michael II
The last time AYW got a good joke in, he got syphilis.
hehe - it could have gone either way - Looks at CD you know he is going to make you pay for that right ?
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