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The other day I read a blog about the perils of marrying a pretty woman. I’m not going to mention names because I’m not sure if I’m allowed to read his blogs, so I do it on the quiet when he is asleep and when nobody else is watching.

I’d probably be accused of not being able to think but sometimes when I think about a blog that I read, I start thinking about what was said and what was not said. And then I want to add my own half penny, but I’m not allowed to comment. Oh, before I forget, I don’t have a problem with blogs on the same topic; it is always interesting to see the different views people have on it though I must admit that a few people around here regularly piggy-back on a topic that is doing well at the time. But their views are still interesting, regardless the motive.

But back to the topic, Even Stevens (composer) had it all wrong. It is not hard to be in love with a beautiful woman unless if you make it so. Beautiful women are used to everybody gawking at them. Granted, they react differently to it; some enjoy it, some are indifferent to it, some are annoyed and others are bored by it. Be that as it may, a beautiful woman is not likely to succumb to every Tom, Dìck and Harry falling over his own feet for her affection. As I said, they are used to it.

As for myself, I normally only date good looking women and occasionally I’m lucky enough to get a stunner. I have found them to have the same reserves as any other woman; maybe even more. So, a guy who gets worried about other guys looking at his date, girlfriend or wife has a little problem that he has created for himself. Men will always look at a beautiful woman, especially when she has the attire and personality to go with it.

Actually, I enjoy dating a beautiful woman. After all, with her choice of available offers, she would not have been with me if she did not want to be. Not only do I find it amusing when the other men compete for her favor but it does me proud. They only underline my good taste in women.


Hang in there, it is almost weekend..

This blog is in no way meant to be harmful or hurtful to anyone and all nominees are coincidental, not directed personally towards anyone, and the categories are:

1. Best looking male blogger
2. Best looking female blogger
3. Best overall blogger
4. Worst overall blogger
5. Best loved blogger
6. Most hated blogger
7. Biggest attention seeking blogger
8. Biggest crap talking blogger
9. Most caring and sincere blogger
10. Blogger of the year 2016

Cast your votes now by number and name, results and winners to be announced Friday evening,..............

I’m very even tempered; always the same. When somebody or something pissed me off, I don’t take it out on the next person and I cannot understand why some people are like that.

My neighbor's wife is one of those. Generally she is very sweet and we get along well. I have entertained them a few times and go there sometimes as well. I think we can consider us friends. But every now and again she gets into a bad mood and then she is the unpleasantness in person.

Yesterday afternoon when we came from the beach, my neighbor's wife was in the garden and when I greeted her, she ignored me. I repeated my greeting but she promptly turned around and went into the house. I opened my house door for my guests, asked them to excuse me for few minutes and walked around to my neighbor's place.

She opened the door and I spotted her husband standing a few yards behind her making some gestures towards me that I translated as ‘run for the hills’. I was not going to take such advice.

I greeted her again and asked her why she does not want to greet me. She said that she can greet whoever she wants. I agreed with her but added that then she should be consistent so I don’t waste my time greeting people who don’t want to greet me. Her husband still stood at the back grinning and covering his head with his arms as if expecting a nuclear detonation. I had trouble keeping my face straight. Sorry, she said, she’s not feeling well. I’m sorry too, I thought but left it at that. To rub my misgivings in a bit, I greeted her again and she managed a weak smile and greeted me back. Fourth time lucky!

Later, after my other two guests have departed, I relayed the story to my girlfriend and she suggested PMS. I have heard a lot of this ‘evil spirit’ that possesses women at times but cannot always understand it. I can understand that it leaves the host irritated and frustrated but is it really reason to be rude to people who you have a good relationship with?


Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Enjoy it!

I get very suspicious when two bloggers disappear at the same time. Every time when it happened in the past, there was a snake in the grass.

Jim and Wallops have been missing for a while now. I know they are still underage, but there may just be some state in the USA that will allow minors to be married. I think we must investigate it. At this rate there will soon be nobody left to read and write blogs.

Our beer-drinking Canadian flutterby is also MIA, but methinks she patched it up with her ex-husband. From her blogs, it seemed evident that she was still very fond of him.

But lots of things are brewing. Before Denmark’s very own Marco Polo got visitors, he was camping on the blog of a prominent Scottish blogger. I‘m not playing Cupid, but is there something hatching?

And somebody else is still crazy (after all these years) about some jerk with a weakness for Fruity Loops.

As for myself, no thank you. The woman who settles for me is mad and I don’t want a wife who is – please insert the F-Word (continuous tense) here – nuts.

Things to do before posting: Insert more garbage in here.

Did I miss anything? Any other late breaking news can be posted on my billboard.


Hey! Relax, it is Friday.

It happened about seven houses from home. The man saw me coming and moved to his garden wall as I returned from my regular morning walk. I cursed at myself for not being on the other side of the road.

It was obvious that he intended to talk to me and I don’t want to talk to him. I avoid people I don’t like. If a woman has to wear sunglasses to hide a black eye at times one can still argue that she walked into the door jamb; they both drink excessively during weekends but I know that is not the reason for the occasional black eye. I greet him when I see him but that is where it ends whereas I normally stop for a little small talk with the other neighbors.

He asked me if I’m upset with him and I denied it. I’m not upset with him, I simply don’t like him. Then he asked why I never talk to him. I had already tried to get out of it by my tame reply on his previous question but he was not going to let up so I told him that I don’t like him. It is not an insult. I just don’t like him.

He wanted to know why I don’t like him. “Look,” I said, “I’m sure you will be able to think of one or two reasons that will cause people not to like you. Some people dislike me as well. So why not leave it at that. I don’t want to get into an argument with you about this.” I was about to resume my walk home.

But he insisted that I tell him so I told him that I don’t like the way he treats his wife. He turned red and told me I’m interfering with his privacy. I replied that as his wife had to run to the neighbors for help several times in the past, it is no longer a private or domestic affair. He said that we’re a bunch of busybodies and that we should stay out of his private life.

I told him to hell with his privacy and that if he asked a question, it is not my problem if he did not like the answer. I started walking again.

When I was about ten meters off he shouted, “You effing oxygen thief. You should stay out of my private affairs, effing rude old bastard.” I preferred to ignore him and walked on. For special effects he still added: “You effing stupid old arsehole!” He’s got a good thirty years on me but I fancied my chances with him. I had a good mind to turn around but sanity prevailed and I walked on.

Now, more than two weeks later, I find the episode amusing and I wish there was somebody around to record a video of it. I would have loved to look at it from another angle but one thing stuck with me. How can he tell me I was rude when he was the only rude one around? I was polite and soft-spoken the whole time. I only responded to questions that he insisted on being answered.


May you have a glorious Monday!

Narkissos was a hunter who was known for his exceptional beauty. He treated those who fell in love with him badly because he thought he was better than everybody else.

Nemesis, the god of vengeance, noticed this behavior and lured him to a pool, where he saw his own reflection in the water and fell in love himself. Blinded by his love, he jumped into the pool to get to his own reflection and drowned.

According to the Greek mythology, this story can have several endings. In one such ending, one of his victims named Liriope, a beautiful river nymph, was overwhelmed by her grief. She decided to join him in death by jumping into the pool after him. She drowned but her soul was trapped in the water. Once again, the gods intervened. Her soul was immortalized into a flower bulb, which took root at the edge of the pool.

Not only the origin of a beautiful flower in the daffodil family, but it also gave rise to another term. Narcissus is the Latin form of Narkissos and is the origin of the term narcissism, a fixation with oneself and one's physical appearance.

Some of the symptoms:
1-Hypersensitivity to any insults or imagined insults
2-An obvious self-focus in interpersonal exchanges
3-Vulnerability to shame rather than guilt
4-Flattery towards people who admire and affirm them
5-Detesting those who do not admire them
6-Pretending to be more important than they really are
7-Bragging subtly but persistently
8-Denial of remorse and gratitude
9-Self lamentation and looking for attention when insulted

Before this starts a new series of self-lamentations, this blog is not aimed at anybody and I categorically deny having called anybody a narcissist. Don't wear a shoe if it does not fit.

That title is reserved for only me. After all, the mirror in my passage kisses me every time I walk by. All I need to do is to bend over towards it to kiss back.


Have a wonderful day!

It seemed to have become the de facto standard in the vocabulary of a lot of people to use the F-word. One cannot walk in a public place with your parents, partner or children anymore without hearing the word being used in every other sentence; in all its forms and declensions.

The strange thing, while our movies are filled with it, there is hardly any of it in our newspapers. People, who don’t think twice about watching a movie liberally sprinkled with the F-word, wouldn’t buy a newspaper using the same language. Why?

I think it is because movies are shown in the dark! Movie producers say they only reflect on society, but I think they are the leaders, not the mirrors.

A friend can be anybody who is not an enemy, therefore even an unknown person in another country, whom you have never heard of can be deemed a friend, simply because he belongs to a certain nation or a group of people. This is only for lack of a better word because the word ‘friend’ has another deeper meaning.

The word is often confused with ‘acquaintances’ who are not friends at all. Acquaintances include all the people you know who are not friends or family. They are normally brought to you by circumstances which are quite unlike friends who you carefully choose from those you are acquainted with.

Something else we like to call friends are pen pals. These are people who correspond with each other via snail mail, email, social sites, and so forth. Meeting once or twice does not make them friends; they are merely correspondents who happen to be acquainted with each other. If you want to call them your friends, try asking them to help when you are in a spot of bother.

And then there are your ‘work friends’. When you have a special relationship with one or more of your colleagues at work, you cannot call him or her as a friend if just because you ‘cover’ for each other, have lunch together, or have a few pints together after work. If you don’t spend time together outside of the work setup, you are just acquaintances, forced together by circumstances. Will you still keep up the ritual if one of you changes job? I think not. This is more of an alliance or a clique.

You also have casual friends, buddies; people you like and who you spend time with voluntary because you like them. Some of them are only your friends because there is something to gain by it. You too probably have a few ‘friends’ purely for what there is to gain, be that a promotion at work, influence, prestige or any other favors.

There are many other special relationships formed by circumstances, too many to mention here but the bottom line is that they are not your friends. While it is not impossible for a deeper friendship to develop from it, friends are not forced together by circumstances but rather drawn together by a mutual affection.

Then what are friends? A friend is a person who shares a mutual bond of affection with you, other than love or family ties. Somebody who earned your respect and who you have selected from those you are acquainted with. Somebody you would entrust with your house keys when you go on vacation.

The real test for a friend is when you are in need' not simply because he can help you but because he wants to; somebody who would do himself short to help his friend. A friend in need is a friend indeed.


Have a wonderful day

Our Constitution allows any responsible citizen to own a gun for protection.

Our founders of this country had in mind that our protection is as important as our lives.

Some people think it should be changed because it's causing criminals to make killing faster and easier.

Really?

My question is, are these criminals not able to access these guns if this law is changed?
I don't think so.

What about you?

Every now and again I produce a blog that is completely misunderstood because of an innocent word or phrase appearing somewhere in the blog. I’m talking about a word or phrase so irrelevant that if the sentence containing that word was omitted, it would not have changed the spirit of the blog and yet, the inclusion of it changes the entire flow of comments. Somehow some people latches onto that word or phrase and respond to it in stead of the blog as a whole. This happens mostly when the ‘trigger’ appears in the first or last paragraph.

In this way even a tongue in the cheek blog becomes a serious affair. I’m led to believe that some people only scan the blog for a ‘forbidden’ word or phase to react on, often negatively and sometimes completely out of context with the spirit of the blog. All you need is the first few comments to be off track and you never get your topic back. I will include a few examples in the comments section.

These triggers may change from time to time depending on world affairs and other blogs at the time but some always remain controversial. Some of the more popular triggers in the past included corporal punishment, PMS, poaching, death penalty, scammers, rape, sex, hunting, meat production, and any form of woman/child/animal abuse. While these are all excellent blog topics they tend to derail my blogs if mentioned en passant. This phenomenon also appears to be regional because I noticed that Americans can get quite excited if the word ‘Trump’ appears in a blog.

I have intentionally included a lot of triggers here to give everybody something to latch on to. You have my blessings to comment on anything and maybe suggest more controversial triggers so I can avoid them in future. Oh dear! I should have listed then in the first or last paragraph

It seems that I come from a notorious family of writers. My father writes checks that no bank will honor, my mother wrote memoirs that nobody looked at, my brother wrote novels that nobody published, my other brother wrote songs that nobody ever sang, my sister writes poems that nobody recites and I write blogs that nobody reads.