Ever Have one of those days?
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Posted:Oct 10, 2006 7:04 am
Last Updated:Oct 19, 2006 9:13 am
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I am in the middle of one of those days. Ok not the middle of one it is just starting, but I was trying to be positive.
Typically I am a in step with or a bit ahead of world around me. That is until I have a day like today. I am so out of step with the world around me right now it is like I am going the other direction. There is no rhyme or reason to the timing of these days. They pop up without warning. Lucky for me it is not something that happens very frequently.
I can sum it up by simply by saying it feels like my pants are unzipped. Something just does not feel right. I am literally checking my zipper all day for fear it is down. Without fail I am happy to report my fly is as expected in the full up right position. Guess it is better to feel unzipped and be zipped than the alternative. Which can get a fella in all kinds of trouble.
Do you have days when you are not with it?
How do you describe your out of phase days?
Until Next Time
I am as always checking for closure.
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Chaos Theory and Me (Why the world will not end because of me)
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Posted:Oct 2, 2006 8:30 am
Last Updated:Oct 13, 2006 5:45 am
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My life always seems in chaos. A series of fires to be put out. I know I am not alone in this. If not Murphy's law and all it addendums would not exist. My personal favorite: O'Toole's Commentary Murphy was an optimist. I learned a long time ago not to fight the chaos. Things are going to happen in spite of careful planning and meticulous attention to detail. I had a good friend some years ago who lived by the Rule of The Seven Ps (Proper Prior Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance). Every action was carefully planned. It does work well until the unexpected and unplanned for happens. Chaos it seems can't always be accounted for. Or can it?
That brings me to Chaos Theory: In a scientific context, the word chaos has a slightly different meaning than it does in its general usage as a state of confusion, lacking any order. Chaos, with reference to chaos theory, refers to an apparent lack of order in a system that nevertheless obeys particular laws or rules.
Even chaos has rules and is not entirely random. I thrive on chaos. A bit of the unexpected keeps things interesting.
Chaos is vital for the continued existence of the universe. (Disclaimer The following is a very loose and likely flawed interpretation of a complex concept. If I am in error I apologize. Keep in mind this is an exhibition only and wagering is strictly prohibited) The second law of thermodynamics basically states the more chaotic a system is the more energy it contains. It goes on to say systems will naturally move toward a lower energy and more orderly state. When this state is reached throughout out the entire universe. The universe will cease to exist. It is plain to see the Type A people out there are really out to destroy us all. Me and my random life is all the is standing between us and the end of the universe.
Until Next Time
I am as always happily surrounded by chaos
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He saw something that made him take it out of his pants
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Posted:Sep 25, 2006 8:47 pm
Last Updated:Oct 14, 2006 6:36 pm
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I am currently watching Monday Night Football. The referee threw a penalty flag. He then picked it up. Joe Theisman said "He saw something that made him take it out of his pants" I laughed like a hormonally charged . A good double entendre gets me every time.
One of my most vivid college memories was a pompous professor talking about his mentor. He went on and on about, Dr Richard Bender. About 10 minutes in he said "I wanted nothing more to be a junior Dick Bender" I laughed until I cried.
OK now you know another of my little secrets. I have at times a juvenile sense of humor. Does Bevis and Butthead live in my brain? Maybe sometimes, but that is a good thing.
I try to see the humor in most things. You have to laugh. It is good for you.
Many things not just sexual humor make me laugh.
I laugh at myself quite often. You must laugh at yourself first. If you don't you know I will.
In my book a woman with a sense of humor and a genuine laugh is sooooo sexy.
Until Next Time
I am as always laughing at myself
and laughing at you too
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EVERTHING BUT THE FIRETRUCKS or WHAT A DUMBASS I CAN BE
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Posted:Sep 21, 2006 6:21 pm
Last Updated:Oct 21, 2006 7:44 am
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I had quite the adventure yesterday, Wednesday, evening. Actually it started on Tuesday. I had a few candle holders that had wax stuck to them. In the past I had warmed them in the oven and wiped out the softened wax. I did the same thing Tuesday. After ten minutes on warm, less than 200 Degrees. I went to remove the candle holders to wipe out the wax. Only problem was there was no wax left. I carefully checked the oven no puddles of wax were anywhere. I thought no more about it. (Mistake Number One)
Wednesday evening I put dinner in the oven. I went to take a shower. After 10 minutes or so I open the shower door the room looked hazy. I wrapped a towel around my waist and ran to the kitchen. Smoke was billowing from the oven. Dinner was obviously ruined, I took out the pan. Then I ran around opening windows. Realizing after a few minutes I was still in a towel. Smoke was still pouring from the oven which I had turned off earlier. I decided to turn the oven on at a higher temperature to burn off want I realized was the wax from the night before. (Mistake Number 2) The smoke was getting worse. So I turned off the oven again to allow it to cool. The smoke kept getting worse. I decided to open the door to allow the oven to cool faster.(Mistake Number 3) The now superheated wax burst in to flame. I quickly shut the door to put out the fire. (Good Idea Number 1) By now the smoke was kind of thick, but my smoke detectors were not going off. (Note to self buy new smoke detectors) I set up two small high velocity industrial air movers to vent the smoke. [/COLOR](Good Idea Number Two) I also turned on all the ceiling fans in the house. I went back to the master bedroom and turned on the ceiling fan. It sputtered a few times and the back half of the house went dark. Argggghhhhhhhh. I go back through the house to the breaker box. Only to find out no breakers were tripped. At least the smoke was clearing. I figured the ceiling fan which the previous owner installed had shorted out. There was nothing left to do, but consider myself lucky the house was not on fire. I called off work, so I could be home when the electrician finally showed up.
The sum total for my adventure is, a ruined oven and vent hood. That is actually good news. I wanted to replace them since I moved in in December. Now I have a great excuse. The electrical problem was unrelated to the oven. It was caused by a unused faulty outlet in the master-bed room. Its failure was purely a coincidence.
My house is 30 years old and has Aluminum wiring which will come loose from the screws that hold it to the outlets and switches. If you have aluminum wiring check your screws yearly.
So now my secret is out. I am a dumbass. I can't keep secrets I always tell people the dumbass things I do.
Until Next Time
I am as always a dumbass
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CONTEMPLATING MY NAVEL
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Posted:Sep 19, 2006 7:14 am
Last Updated:Sep 22, 2006 8:07 pm
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First thing I need to do is explain what the title means. The bellybutton is the symbolic center of the body. The symbolic contemplation of my navel is my way of centering myself. A self assessment to make sure I am where I belong. Life seems to pull us in a million different directions. Each of these little tug moves us incrementally away from our center. Eventually ending up somewhere we don't belong. Being someone different from who we want to be. These tugs area a part of life and cannot be completely avoided. What is important is a periodic return to center to reset yourself. Having a firm anchor in the center makes returning easier. The anchor can be a person, a place, a thing or activity. It can be a combination of any or all of those. The important thing is having an anchor. For me my artwork, my adopted family, and my cat all form part of my anchor. Do you ever feel off center?
Who or want helps anchor you? Should I continue blogging? Do you take time to contemplate your navel?
Until Next Time
I am as always trying to find my navel
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HOW TIGHT IS YOUR BURRITO WRAPPED?
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Posted:Sep 5, 2006 7:44 am
Last Updated:Sep 21, 2006 6:56 am
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I was in a Tex-Mex restaurant this weekend. There was a sign on the wall that said ""Life is like a burrito a neat tightly wrapped exterior hiding the mess inside"". Of course, that started me thinking about how true that statement is.
When I was much younger I used to think what a mess my life was. Part of this was the fact that I did not have the "typical" AS SEEN ON TV family. I also did not succeed at everything I tried. Sometimes it took more than one try to get it right. Other times I never could get it right. We all have known people that seem to though sail throughout life making it look easy.
My flaws are very apparent to those that know me: I am not organized at all, I am a bit of a slob, and I am not always on time.
Just how does this relate to a burrito?
My mess is held in be a not so tightly wrapped exterior. It is evident the inside is less the perfect. This slack exterior when bitten into flexes to keep the inside from squirting on your shirt. I can hold it together when things go wrong, because I am accomsed to things not always working.
The other type are those Burritos out there that appear to perfect on the exterior. You know the type, organized, efficient, neat, always put together. They are just tightly wrapped exteriors and sooner of later when bitten into will squirt on your shirt. Eventually they just fall apart because they can no longer have the appearance of perfection when things go wrong.
The take home lesson is nobody is perfect we all make mistakes. We need to cut some slack for ourselves and for the others too.
Until Next Time
I am as always not to tightly wrapped.
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IS IT THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT?
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Posted:Aug 28, 2006 12:18 pm
Last Updated:Sep 6, 2006 9:49 am
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I was driving back to work after lunch. A car went zipping past me with a bumper sicker that read "I am funkier than you are". Then another car went past with a sticker that said "Save the TaTas". The first bumper sticker got me to thinking. What exactly does funky mean? Does it mean different things to different people? I had a idea of what funky was. What was the real definition of funky?
Could I possibly avoid real work in the quest of the definition of funky?
Then I thought about the second car. Did TaTas really need saving for some unknown threat?
What if anything did the two have in common?
I began my search on a well know dictionary website. The powers that be won't let me give them credit. I found the following definitions:
Funky adj 1: offensively malodorous; "a putrid smell" [syn: fetid, foetid, foul, foul-smelling, noisome, smelly, putrid, stinking] 2: (of jazz) having the soulful feeling of early blues [syn: low-down] 3: in a state of cowardly fright
WordNet ® 2.0, © 2003 Princeton University
a)Characterized by originality and modishness; unconventional: “a bizarre, funky [hotel] dressed up as a ship, with mock portholes and mirrored ceilings over the beds” (Ann Louise Bardach).
b)Outlandishly vulgar or eccentric in a humorous or tongue-in-cheek manner; campy:
American Heritage Dictionary
Each definition in its context gave the first sticker a unique slant.
Was the person bragging about being more foul smelling than everyone else? If that is the case I feel pretty good about myself.
Was the person bragging about having more soul than everyone else? That left plenty of room for argument. I for one have as much soul as a man devoid of rhythm can have.
Was the person proclaiming their ultimate level of eccentricity on their bumper for all to see? I know many many eccentric people for someone to claim to be the king of the eccentrics was a bold statement
Then it leaped off the screen at me. The message carried by the two seemingly unrelated bumper stickers Funky: state of cowardly fright and TaTas that required saving. The person in the first car was frightened because TaTas were at risk. It was the end of the world as we know it. TaTas needed saving, but from what? Who knows what the future holds for them? I guess I'll look for the answers in more bumper stickers.
Until next time remember
I am funkier than you are
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NO MATTER WHERE YOU GO THERE YOU ARE
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Posted:Aug 22, 2006 7:36 am
Last Updated:Sep 6, 2006 9:49 am
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EVERYBODY HAS TO BE SOMEWHERE. About now I am wondering what the hell I am talking about? Which is a question I ask myself frequently, but that is a topic for another blog. I have said these two sentences for as long as I can remember. Often in response to a person saying This is a waste of time what are we doing here?(No not in the deeper why are we here sense but, why are we sitting in another pointless staff meeting sense) I never really stopped to think about what I was saying. That is until yesterday when I read PURPLE .latest post to her blog PLAY WITH PURPLE TRASHCAN entitled [post 476943](used with the kind consent of Purpletrashcan; thank you hun.) Her blog got me to thinking you have to be comfortable with yourself. If you aren't nobody else will be. So if you aren't comfortable with yourself what do you do? Run? Hide the real you? Change what you don't like about you? Running won't work because no matter where you go there you are. Hide the real you. Works for awhile. The stress from not being who you are is overwhelming and eventually the real you surfaces. That leaves changing what you don't like about yourself. It is not easy. It is not quick. It is worth it. Surround yourself with people who like you for you. People who will help you become who you want to be. Avoid those people who want to change you into what they want you to be. What it all comes down to is you can't run away from yourself because you are always with you. Nobody really knows you, but you. If you don't like and love yourself you really can't like and love anyone else. I apologize for this bit of self analysis and public catharsis.
Until Next Time
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WHO DECIDES WHAT IS NORMAL?
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Posted:Aug 14, 2006 5:01 pm
Last Updated:Oct 5, 2006 8:18 am
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I read a woman's profile today. She seemed nice enough. That is until I got to the end. Her final comment was "no tattoos or body piercings only normal people"
It is her choice of who to connect with. I have no issue with that at all. To so easily dismiss a group of people got my attention.
As a person who has and had any or all of the above I took that as a slap in the face. Does my body art make me less normal than a person who does not?
Apparently in her world being unique is abnormal.
I drive a pick-up truck. Am I normal? Should I drive a sedan? A hybrid? A bicycle?
I don't judge a book by its cover does that make me normal? Should I deem all non-inked people as abnormal?
If variety is really the spice of life. Then to label an entire group of people abnormal because of a little ink or hardware really cuts down on the variety.
I for one feel sorry for people who so easily dismiss another person as abnormal based entirely on something so subjective as a tattoo, nipple ring or genital piercing.
Are you normal?
If you think you are, does that make you abnormal?
Until next time
I am happy being "abnormal"
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ALWAYS ANOTHER CUL-DE-SAC
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Posted:Jul 26, 2006 9:24 am
Last Updated:Sep 6, 2006 9:50 am
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In life as in housing developments there is always another cul-de-sac down the road.
The important thing is how you view them. Are life's cul-de-sacs simply dead ends? That should be avoided as they slow progress down life's road. Or are they safe warm places that represent home and family; like the houses that line a suburban cul-de-sac? Should these safe havens be sought out for the security and piece or mind they provide? Does where you are in life change your view on these cul-de-sacs?
Until Next Time
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"MY BRAIN IS JUST A JELLYFISH IN THE OCEAN OF MY HEAD"
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Posted:Jun 29, 2006 9:55 pm
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2006 9:23 pm
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The title of this my first blog comes from a String Cheese Incident song. It seems an appropriate commentary on the random nature of thoughts that ricochet around my brain.
That is what this blog is: a swim in my unfiltered the stream of consciousness.
Random in subject and structure.
Kind of like life
Until Next Time
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