Hope is a thing with feathers, That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all.-Emily Dickenson

Sunday, September 25, 2005

To the Chocolate Lover's Friend; You know who you are!

I have recently heard it said that there is something about dark chocolate, that after one bite, the taste left in your mouth leaves you wanting more. Is it possible to eat only half of any kind of chocolate bar? Who won the bet? I have to know!

School expels girl for having gay parents

Unbelievable! You'd think by their own teaching they would want to keep her there to witness to her! Praise the Lord God! Halleluiah! You know it's the sick that need the doctor, not the well!

Hypocritical Bastards!

Monday, September 19, 2005

Ice Cream

So, I have this thing about ice cream. Well, maybe I have several things about ice cream. First and foremost, it is the perfect food. It can be eaten at (or for) any meal, anytime, almost anywhere. Secondly, I think Sarah McLaughlin has some issues. I have never met anyone whose love was better than ice-cream. I don't even think it is a possiblity.
I prefer my ice cream a little on the soft side. It doesn't have to be the soft serve kind, in fact, that's my least favorite type of ice-cream... Of course I wouldn't ever turn it away. I like it to be just slightly melted, the perfect blend of frozen and creamy. I never buy ice cream at the grocery, because I'm afraid I'll eat it all in one sitting. Today, I have realized my fears are not without warrant. I did buy some ice cream to share with some friends after dinner last night. Although we did finish the derby pie that was accompanying the ice cream, we didn't finish the 1.75 quart container of vanilla bean ice cream. So, this evening, mere moments ago, I got a spoon and sat on the couch eating the ice cream directly from the carton. I quickly realized that I wasn't getting what I really wanted. I really wanted that soft slightly melted consistency. Instead of waiting for that perfect moment... I just kept eating. Only occasionally fulfilling my longing, by scooping around the edges of the carton, where by holding with my knees, it had melted perfectly. The only problem was that I was eating it too quickly for it to get to that desirable state. All the while, I knew this was happening. I even kept thinking to myself that I might actually eat less, if I were getting exactly what I wanted and needed... yes, ice cream is a need, not merely a want!
That lead me to thinking about my romantic relationships. Some very startling revelations hit me. 1) I like my women like I like my ice-cream... a little soft and not too cold. 2) I need to wait for the right person and the right time to be with them. 3) Apparently, I need to continue working out all that co-dependency crap, and getting what I need from myself and other areas of my life, and not continually gorging myself on unhealthy things that don't even make me happy! 4) If I ever find someone whose love is better than ice-cream... I might just give it up! And maybe I'll quit eating ice cream too!

Friday, September 16, 2005

My Inner-Self

I can't really decide if this is who I want to be, or if this is who I want to be with!

Either way, I sure do like her. I created her myself.

You too can create your own super hero, or super lover as the case may be.

Do it now, Bitch!

Thursday, September 15, 2005

I am an Introvert




I could also be described as painfully shy in certain circumstances. This doesn’t mean that I am not social within my familiar surroundings. I get along quite well socially within my group of friends, as well as at work. In fact, at work, it is part of my job to greet people, make light conversation, set people at ease, and I feel I do that very well. However, outside of my comfort zones, I always say that I don’t really like people. That isn’t true really, but it is extremely difficult for me to approach someone I don’t know and make conversation with them. That having been said, I have found a way to do just that. It goes right along with my opinion that I like animals more than I do most people.

Yes, that’s right, I exploit my animals.

I am beginning a new job soon, what will be my icebreaker? Of course, it will be photos of my pets. No, I don’t carry them in my wallet. I do however have a frame or two at my desk. I don’t have children (not overwhelmingly fond of them), so I can’t exploit them! If I were a man, I suppose I’d be one of those guys who would borrow someone’s baby to meet women.

I went to a dog park this past weekend. This is where I realized the difference in my social ability. I spoke to every dog and many of their owners! I was amazed at the difference in my behavior. I thought to myself, maybe I like these people more because I think they are “dog people”? Although that’s still a possibility, I discovered that without my dogs, I no longer have this super power of extrovertedness! Upon leaving the park I headed directly to the nearest pet store to stock up on pet food, goodies and treats. Once there, I notice a familiar face. There shopping right next to me was another dog owner from the park. Although it is permissible to bring your dogs into this store, that is really not an option for me as I have two unruly dogs (friendly, but a little excitable to say the least), subject for a future blog I am sure. There I was, unequipped with my newly discovered super power. I tried unsuccessfully to make eye contact with the woman. We even ended up separated by only one other customer in the check out line, yet no communication ever came about. I had specifically spoken with this woman and the fellow accompanying her at the park, yet couldn’t even acknowledge that we had had this previous encounter a mere 15 minutes prior. While walking to my car, I spotted this fellow and the dogs in nearby car. No acknowledgement then either. I reached my car, shoved my dogs from the driver's seat, started the car, and began my departure from the parking lot. As I drove by I waved happily at the fellow and the dogs. It leaves me to wonder why I have such bizarre social tendencies.

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

You Gotta Love Bill Maher

On Real Time with Bill Maher the other night:

"Mr. President, this job can't be fun for you any more. There's no more money to spend -- you used up all of that. You can't start another war because you used up the army. And now, darn the luck, the rest of your term has become the Bush family nightmare: helping poor people. Listen to your Mom. The cupboard's bare,the credit cards maxed out. No one's speaking to you. Mission accomplished.

"Now it's time to do what you've always done best: lose interest and walk away. Like you did with your military service and the oil company and the baseball team. It's time. Time to move on and try the next fantasy job. How about cowboy or space man? Now I know what you're saying: there's so many other things that you as President could involve yourself in. Please don't. I know, I know.There's a lot left to do. There's a war with Venezuela. Eliminating the salestax on yachts. Turning the space program over to the church. And Social Security to Fannie Mae. Giving embryos the vote.

"But, Sir, none of that is going to happen now. Why? Because you govern like Billy Joel drives. You've performed so poorly I'm surprised that you haven't given yourself a medal. You're a catastrophe that walks like a man. Herbert Hoover was a shitty president, but even he never conceded an entire city to rising water and snakes.

"On your watch, we've lost almost all of our allies, the surplus, four airliners, two trade centers, a piece of the Pentagon and the City of New Orleans. Maybe you're just not lucky. I'm not saying you don't love this country. I'm just wondering how much worse it could be if you were on the otherside.

"So, yes, God does speak to you. What he is saying is: 'Take a hint.'"

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Nesting


Ok... Finally, a handful of before and after photos of my new pad.