The sum of our experiences make us who we are. Some of us have had (what we feel were) horrible experiences – things either done to us or by us. Others would laugh at our definition of horrible. Continue reading The sum of our experiences….
I would like to plead “guy” to all charges, your Honor!
I went bowling last week and I made a few observations. Basically, I noticed that there are several different styles of bowling. Some people use a HUGE ball and see how hard they can throw it down the lane, for them accuracy isn’t as big a deal as simply pounding the pins. Some use a small ball and roll it easy, for these people accuracy matters more. The guys that throw the big ball hard and accurately are in the PBA.
The real epiphany came after bowling…. sex is a bit like bowling… The size of the ball isn’t as important if the accuracy is good enough. When you consistently hit the sweet spot, you don’t have to hit it too hard. If the ball is big enough and thrown hard enough, accuracy isn’t as important. Or so I’ve been told….
How many of you have thought, “why can’t I find Mr. or Ms. Right”? But the real question is, are you REALLY looking for Mr. Right or are you looking for Mr. Right Now? How can you tell? Continue reading Mr. Right or Mr. Right Now?
Memories that should be cherished, are forgotten.
Actions that should be forgotten, are remembered.
Transgressions that should be forgiven, are harboured.
Events that should never have happened, haunt you.
Have you ever noticed that what one person thinks of as love can appear to be an obsession to others?
An acquaintance will tell you what you want to hear.
A player will tell you what they think will earn them the most points.A friend will tell you the truth, whether you want to hear it or not.
We all have those moments where we are provided an opportunity to crack a joke or make a comment based on the situation. Sometimes these comments can turn into pick-up lines (whether intended or not). Unfortunately, I’ve missed MANY wonderful opportunities for the “correct response”.
I’ve got some friends that have a beautiful old golden retriever. He is very mellow and laid back. They also have a young dog (I don’t know what kind he is). The young dog is SO hyper he about drives me nuts but he is very friendly (he’s come close to knocking me off my feet more than once). The young dog will meet you at the door, bark at you and then bloody well expect to be petted. The old dog has a tendency to watch from the sidelines when the young dog is in the room but give him ANY attention and he is your best buddy – totally sweet and absolutely loving and adorable.
I’ve always heard that men are dogs… At my age, I should probably take that as a complement!
I went to the Gettys show at Flying Saucer last night and, as usual, the band was awesome. The place was packed and most of the band followers I know were there. I managed to stay through one set before a combination of pain and longing made me bolt. The pain was easily explainable (a combination of not enough beer, a bad back, standing up too long and sore ribs from a hacking cough) but the longing part took a bit of introspection (more beer might have helped here too).