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My Best Friend
My mother always said that I was not to play with every Tom, Díck, and Harry, but somehow I always had those names in my circle of friends. But Díck was (and still is) an exceptional good friend. I was not allowed to play with him when I was a child but I must admit to playing with him sometimes when my mother was not around.
He’s been around since my first memories. We had our ups and downs, and have been through thick and thin together. He has such good manners, standing up for the ladies, which he sometimes does out of time and can be quite embarrassing. One good thing about him is that he never had time for azzholes and has never been seen hanging around with them.
He’s quite a naughty character and has been inside more often than what I care to remember. He really seems to like it there. Unlike normal criminals, he does not try to stay outside and has never made an effort to escape whilst inside. He serves his time and refuses to take early parole for good behavior. When he comes out, he behaves for a while, but before you know, he’s back inside again. A sucker for punishment, if you ask me.
Some women expect their boyfriends to cast off their old friends but I never had that problem with Díck. The women in my life did not mind him at all; in fact, some were very fond of him and I suspect one or two liked him better than me.
Have a great day, will you?
He’s been around since my first memories. We had our ups and downs, and have been through thick and thin together. He has such good manners, standing up for the ladies, which he sometimes does out of time and can be quite embarrassing. One good thing about him is that he never had time for azzholes and has never been seen hanging around with them.
He’s quite a naughty character and has been inside more often than what I care to remember. He really seems to like it there. Unlike normal criminals, he does not try to stay outside and has never made an effort to escape whilst inside. He serves his time and refuses to take early parole for good behavior. When he comes out, he behaves for a while, but before you know, he’s back inside again. A sucker for punishment, if you ask me.
Some women expect their boyfriends to cast off their old friends but I never had that problem with Díck. The women in my life did not mind him at all; in fact, some were very fond of him and I suspect one or two liked him better than me.
Have a great day, will you?
Friends With A Price Tag
Her message read: It is a good thing that friendship does not come with a price tag, otherwise I would not have been able to afford your friendship. Had it arrived from a friend, I would have been flattered to no end but as it is, it came from a complete stranger. I cannot even say for sure if ‘she’ was a Sheila, neither by gender, nor by nationality.
It somehow reminded me of some of the people in the real world who claim to be my friends. Of course, I won’t make the mistake to confuse them with my handful of real friends. If only they knew how I loath them when they stand there talking to me, not because they want to talk to me but because they want something from me. Or is it because they can gain something by just being there?
Sometimes I can get sick with the cheap and superficial clichés I have to endure. Empty compliments thrown at me, in an effort to secure another invitation for next time, believing that I’m too stupid or too vain to see through their masquerades. Especially those who just arrive uninvited on party nights, with a car full of people and nothing in their hands because they ‘did not know there was a party on’; only to stay until they had enough to eat and drink. Why did they stop in the first place? And why did they simply drive away the previous weekend when there was nothing going on? It looks as if they have a fixed route to follow each weekend until they can find a party somewhere.
When I arrive uninvited and unannounced at somebody’s house and there is a party on, I don’t bother to stop. I go somewhere else and call the person if I need to speak to him urgently. Maybe some ‘friendships’ do have a price tag attached.
It was the same when I still had the boat. It was licensed to carry a crew of five but there was always a list of at least ten people wanting to go to sea. But whenever it needed some working on, it was always the same four people. Guess who went fishing and who stayed home.
Scammers can be recognized miles off but parasites, posing as friends, are a bit harder to cope with. Their skins are thicker too. You can tell them to leave now but they’ll be back again. next time. I think it is time to use a very large pair of garden shears to cut off the loose ends round the fringes of my circle of friends. I can do better without them.
A very happy day to all my friend out there... and everybody else.
It somehow reminded me of some of the people in the real world who claim to be my friends. Of course, I won’t make the mistake to confuse them with my handful of real friends. If only they knew how I loath them when they stand there talking to me, not because they want to talk to me but because they want something from me. Or is it because they can gain something by just being there?
Sometimes I can get sick with the cheap and superficial clichés I have to endure. Empty compliments thrown at me, in an effort to secure another invitation for next time, believing that I’m too stupid or too vain to see through their masquerades. Especially those who just arrive uninvited on party nights, with a car full of people and nothing in their hands because they ‘did not know there was a party on’; only to stay until they had enough to eat and drink. Why did they stop in the first place? And why did they simply drive away the previous weekend when there was nothing going on? It looks as if they have a fixed route to follow each weekend until they can find a party somewhere.
When I arrive uninvited and unannounced at somebody’s house and there is a party on, I don’t bother to stop. I go somewhere else and call the person if I need to speak to him urgently. Maybe some ‘friendships’ do have a price tag attached.
It was the same when I still had the boat. It was licensed to carry a crew of five but there was always a list of at least ten people wanting to go to sea. But whenever it needed some working on, it was always the same four people. Guess who went fishing and who stayed home.
Scammers can be recognized miles off but parasites, posing as friends, are a bit harder to cope with. Their skins are thicker too. You can tell them to leave now but they’ll be back again. next time. I think it is time to use a very large pair of garden shears to cut off the loose ends round the fringes of my circle of friends. I can do better without them.
A very happy day to all my friend out there... and everybody else.
Not Sure If I'm Confused
Any sensible thoughts on the video below?
Many adults are confused but why make your toddlers confused too?
Many adults are confused but why make your toddlers confused too?
Some blogs don´t allow comments
Without comments, a blog isn’t really a blog. To me, blogging is not just about publishing content, but also the two-way communication and community building aspects behind it.
A successful blog does not come without its readers, so I feel that the least we can do for them as bloggers is to allow them to have their voice be heard if they choose to speak. In a way, I find it self-righteous and smug to simply post content and disable the ability for people to voice their own opinion, as if to say “my content is good enough as it is and your opinion doesn’t matter.” Any way I respect a blogger who doesn´t allow comments
A successful blog does not come without its readers, so I feel that the least we can do for them as bloggers is to allow them to have their voice be heard if they choose to speak. In a way, I find it self-righteous and smug to simply post content and disable the ability for people to voice their own opinion, as if to say “my content is good enough as it is and your opinion doesn’t matter.” Any way I respect a blogger who doesn´t allow comments
A Simple Solution.
The stench followed me until I discovered what was stuck under my shoe. Wiping my feet on the lawn every time did not proof very effective because after a while it happened again – and again and in the end the lawn was also full of it.
Sometimes you don’t discover the source of the smell until it is too late and it would have gone on like that forever… until somebody told me that it is wiser to pay attention to your footwork when you walk because by the time you discover the problem, you have soiled a few carpets.
He also told me to avoid walking where the pigs have been trotting because the probability of a misstep increases while you walk amongst it.
It was then when I realized anew that there are people much smarter than what I am.
Relax, it is weekend again.
Sometimes you don’t discover the source of the smell until it is too late and it would have gone on like that forever… until somebody told me that it is wiser to pay attention to your footwork when you walk because by the time you discover the problem, you have soiled a few carpets.
He also told me to avoid walking where the pigs have been trotting because the probability of a misstep increases while you walk amongst it.
It was then when I realized anew that there are people much smarter than what I am.
Relax, it is weekend again.
Open Minded
I have seen so many profiles with open minded status
And can you believe it, its only on males profiles?
Don't you think its sick?
Why do you have someone but you are still open minded?
And can you believe it, its only on males profiles?
Don't you think its sick?
Why do you have someone but you are still open minded?
online now!
Spot the difference.
Can you spot the difference between these two pictures you'll need to look closely as it's only slight 
Google in it's never ending quest for world domination has decided we need self driving electric cars, firstly why would we want a car that drives itself bearing in mind this is from Google, never known to have flaws in it's software so I can't see it being safer, mind if going slowly makes it safer then maybe, the Google car is one of the few stopped by the police for going too slowly 
as Google picture search can't tell the difference between a man & a woman half the time I can't see it being able to spot a child kicking a ball out between parked cars, let alone expect it to run into the road to retrieve it personally I wouldn't want a car that selects a route to take in all the shops that advertise on Google, there'll be traffic jams outside them so plenty of time to window shop 
Secondly, coming back to the pictures, as President Barack Obama's plans to regulate emissions of carbon dioxide from US power plants have been stalled by the US Supreme Court today, are electric cars the way forward in some states in the USA coal fired power stations make up 95% of production, meaning the Google car is just like the smokey old steam engine in the picture, just that the chimney is in a different place 
surely if Google wants to produce something useful looking at clean energy should be the first step
you'll need to look closely as it's only slight Google in it's never ending quest for world domination has decided we need self driving electric cars, firstly why would we want a car that drives itself
bearing in mind this is from Google, never known to have flaws in it's software so I can't see it being safer, mind if going slowly makes it safer then maybe, the Google car is one of the few stopped by the police for going too slowly as Google picture search can't tell the difference between a man & a woman half the time I can't see it being able to spot a child kicking a ball out between parked cars, let alone expect it to run into the road to retrieve it personally I wouldn't want a car that selects a route to take in all the shops that advertise on Google, there'll be traffic jams outside them so plenty of time to window shop Secondly, coming back to the pictures, as President Barack Obama's plans to regulate emissions of carbon dioxide from US power plants have been stalled by the US Supreme Court today, are electric cars the way forward
in some states in the USA coal fired power stations make up 95% of production, meaning the Google car is just like the smokey old steam engine in the picture, just that the chimney is in a different place surely if Google wants to produce something useful looking at clean energy should be the first step
You Could Have Heard A Pin Drop
Yesterday, my sister received unexpected visitors. Her ex-husband and his wife arrived just before lunch. My sister promptly invited them for lunch and they accepted.
He said he came to see my father, but I believe he came to see me and that his visit was prompted by the incident that I described in my previous blog, because he spoke about it the moment he has greeted everybody. It was the main topic at the table until I threatened to leave the table if it was to continue.
As the devil would have it, my nephew and his wife also arrived just after lunch. She had a nondescript golden chain around her neck and I could not help wondering if that was the chain that my money was wasted on. He had a folder under his arm saying that he came to set the record straight.
And there it was. On the table was the indisputable proof that he paid three installments on his pick-up truck, on the same day that I gave him the money. Complete with proof of a credit card purchase for a rather inexpensive golden chain which was on a special, as his wife said.
What happened is that she came bragging at my sister with her new golden chain. My sister assumed that it was bought with my money and started this runaway fire. There my father, my sister, her husband and the lad’s father sat with their red faces and I looked at each of them in turn. When the silence became too much I said: “I told you so.”
My nephew, who knows how much I dislike that phrase started laughing and my sister started crying. The lad’s father stood up, thanked me for what I did and undertook to reimburse the money the next day, which is today. Apparently it is not my duty to help his son out of trouble. While I sat here typing this blog, my bank informed me via SMS the full amount was paid into my account.
Now who said that people cannot change? I’m just pleased that I did not confront him about it when my sister told me about the chain 'that he bought with my money'.
Take care and enjoy this week.
He said he came to see my father, but I believe he came to see me and that his visit was prompted by the incident that I described in my previous blog, because he spoke about it the moment he has greeted everybody. It was the main topic at the table until I threatened to leave the table if it was to continue.
As the devil would have it, my nephew and his wife also arrived just after lunch. She had a nondescript golden chain around her neck and I could not help wondering if that was the chain that my money was wasted on. He had a folder under his arm saying that he came to set the record straight.
And there it was. On the table was the indisputable proof that he paid three installments on his pick-up truck, on the same day that I gave him the money. Complete with proof of a credit card purchase for a rather inexpensive golden chain which was on a special, as his wife said.
What happened is that she came bragging at my sister with her new golden chain. My sister assumed that it was bought with my money and started this runaway fire. There my father, my sister, her husband and the lad’s father sat with their red faces and I looked at each of them in turn. When the silence became too much I said: “I told you so.”
My nephew, who knows how much I dislike that phrase started laughing and my sister started crying. The lad’s father stood up, thanked me for what I did and undertook to reimburse the money the next day, which is today. Apparently it is not my duty to help his son out of trouble. While I sat here typing this blog, my bank informed me via SMS the full amount was paid into my account.
Now who said that people cannot change? I’m just pleased that I did not confront him about it when my sister told me about the chain 'that he bought with my money'.
Take care and enjoy this week.
Hearing the red “beet” of a different drummer
I will share with you a very small piece that I wrote in December and subsequently emailed to friends & family as a kind of 2018 Happy New Year's card.
I devised the title of this small piece from Thoreau's edict of non-conformity..."hearing the BEAT of a different drummer" and Tom Robbins' mystical red BEET properties.
Hearing the red “beet” of a different drummer….
For nigh on one score & 7 seven years, I inserted "drop dead gorgeous" quotes into a dog-eared journal that I kept haphazardly updated. These quotes often appeared on the printed page of a favored author, knocked me sockless & then I was left with no other choice but to scrawl them onto my tattered journal. Unfortunately, I haven't been engaging in this quote gathering process for quite a few years. Why do we quit doing things that seem so essential to us?
Anyway…occasionally, I will re-read them to see if they are still as spellbinding as they were "way back when". I am happy to report that they usually hold up very well. The following is an example of such an excerpt with genuine staying power. This excerpt is from "Jitterbug Perfume" by Tom Robbins and it concerns non-conformity/individuality.
"The beet is the most intense of vegetables. The onion has as many pages as War & Peace, every one of which is poignant enough to make a strong man weep, but the various ivory parchments of the onion & the stinging green bookmark of the onion are quickly charred by belly juice & bowel bacteria. Only the beet departs the body the same way as it went in. Beets consumed at dinner will, come morning, stock a toilet bowl with crimson fish, their hue attesting to beet's chromatic immunity to the powerful digestive acids & thorough going microbes that can turn the reddest pimento, the orangest carrot, the yellowish squash into a single disgusting shade of brown."
"At birth we are red-faced, round, intense & pure. The crimson fire of universal consciousness burns in us. Gradually however, we are devoured by parents, gulped by schools, chewed up by peers, swallowed by social institutions, wolfed by bad habits & gnawed by age; and by the time we have been digested, cow style in those 6 stomachs, we emerge a single disgusting shade of brown. THE LESSON OF THE BEET THEN, IS THIS, HOLD ON TO YOUR DIVINE BLUSH, YOUR INNATE ROSY MAGIC, OR END UP BROWN."
My challenge to you in 2018 is to stay divinely blushed and AVOID BROWN at all costs. So I exhort you to BLUSH ON……..THUS SPAKETH me, myself and I
I devised the title of this small piece from Thoreau's edict of non-conformity..."hearing the BEAT of a different drummer" and Tom Robbins' mystical red BEET properties.
Hearing the red “beet” of a different drummer….
For nigh on one score & 7 seven years, I inserted "drop dead gorgeous" quotes into a dog-eared journal that I kept haphazardly updated. These quotes often appeared on the printed page of a favored author, knocked me sockless & then I was left with no other choice but to scrawl them onto my tattered journal. Unfortunately, I haven't been engaging in this quote gathering process for quite a few years. Why do we quit doing things that seem so essential to us?
Anyway…occasionally, I will re-read them to see if they are still as spellbinding as they were "way back when". I am happy to report that they usually hold up very well. The following is an example of such an excerpt with genuine staying power. This excerpt is from "Jitterbug Perfume" by Tom Robbins and it concerns non-conformity/individuality.
"The beet is the most intense of vegetables. The onion has as many pages as War & Peace, every one of which is poignant enough to make a strong man weep, but the various ivory parchments of the onion & the stinging green bookmark of the onion are quickly charred by belly juice & bowel bacteria. Only the beet departs the body the same way as it went in. Beets consumed at dinner will, come morning, stock a toilet bowl with crimson fish, their hue attesting to beet's chromatic immunity to the powerful digestive acids & thorough going microbes that can turn the reddest pimento, the orangest carrot, the yellowish squash into a single disgusting shade of brown."
"At birth we are red-faced, round, intense & pure. The crimson fire of universal consciousness burns in us. Gradually however, we are devoured by parents, gulped by schools, chewed up by peers, swallowed by social institutions, wolfed by bad habits & gnawed by age; and by the time we have been digested, cow style in those 6 stomachs, we emerge a single disgusting shade of brown. THE LESSON OF THE BEET THEN, IS THIS, HOLD ON TO YOUR DIVINE BLUSH, YOUR INNATE ROSY MAGIC, OR END UP BROWN."
My challenge to you in 2018 is to stay divinely blushed and AVOID BROWN at all costs. So I exhort you to BLUSH ON……..THUS SPAKETH me, myself and I
Just want to set the record straight...
I received an email that said I'm a tease and flirting with every man here on blogs and that I'm hurting other women here.
I am not aware of that. I clearly stated that I'm here for some fun friendly chat with my friends here ( you all know who you are! ) I hardly have time to spend enough time to join in the fun after-blog banters here and I really miss that.
I've made things clear here, I wasn't in a relationship when I joined CS 11 months ago. I've met someone here who became very close to me but for obvious reason I couldn't meet and had to let down ( and you also know who I'm talking about)
Though far apart, my ex-bf and I sorted things out and back together and I'm doing my best to be a better loyal partner for him. I couldn't stress this enough...I'm here to interact and have fun chat with my friends all over the world...
If I've hurt others here, I apologize. I didn't mean to. If I unconsciously flirted and crossed your red line, it' s not intended to hurt anyone, just having some harmless fun.
I mean this very very nicely...
Have a great day everyone!
I am not aware of that. I clearly stated that I'm here for some fun friendly chat with my friends here ( you all know who you are! ) I hardly have time to spend enough time to join in the fun after-blog banters here and I really miss that.
I've made things clear here, I wasn't in a relationship when I joined CS 11 months ago. I've met someone here who became very close to me but for obvious reason I couldn't meet and had to let down ( and you also know who I'm talking about)
Though far apart, my ex-bf and I sorted things out and back together and I'm doing my best to be a better loyal partner for him. I couldn't stress this enough...I'm here to interact and have fun chat with my friends all over the world...
If I've hurt others here, I apologize. I didn't mean to. If I unconsciously flirted and crossed your red line, it' s not intended to hurt anyone, just having some harmless fun.
I mean this very very nicely...
Have a great day everyone!
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