Dio's Secret Public Journal (321)
Dear Journal,
Last night, I had dinner with my parents at a new Mexican Restaurant (not that Texas needed another one). The food was adequate, the service was prompt and professional, and the atmoshpere was generic. There was something special about this particular meal.
It wasn't just the gleam in the eyes of the smiling, plump blonde that served us. It was something my Father said during the conversation.
My Father is an industrious man, who could easily live better than his modest country life. Instead he chose to give and help, rather than hoard and live lavishly. Sometimes my Father has been wronged by those he has tried to help. And it has happened again recently. Mom asked him what he was going to do about it. Without hesitation in neither speech nor meal, he said simply that He would continue to believe in people, continue to help, and someday he would be appreciated.
I stared at him in awe. An awkward blend of pride and shame welled up within me, and nearly spilled from my eyes.
I have always known that people are rotten within themselves. It is evident in every child. Think about it. A child doesn't need to be taught how to lie. They will do it automatically, without any instruction. People are wicked by nature, and must learn how to be virtuous. This is something I believe to be true, yet it humiliates me to admit it.
My Father has given, and been wronged in return. Yet he does not it as a disadvantage, and will continue to give, not for his own merit, but simply because it is right.
Last night, I had dinner with my parents at a new Mexican Restaurant (not that Texas needed another one). The food was adequate, the service was prompt and professional, and the atmoshpere was generic. There was something special about this particular meal.
It wasn't just the gleam in the eyes of the smiling, plump blonde that served us. It was something my Father said during the conversation.
My Father is an industrious man, who could easily live better than his modest country life. Instead he chose to give and help, rather than hoard and live lavishly. Sometimes my Father has been wronged by those he has tried to help. And it has happened again recently. Mom asked him what he was going to do about it. Without hesitation in neither speech nor meal, he said simply that He would continue to believe in people, continue to help, and someday he would be appreciated.
I stared at him in awe. An awkward blend of pride and shame welled up within me, and nearly spilled from my eyes.
I have always known that people are rotten within themselves. It is evident in every child. Think about it. A child doesn't need to be taught how to lie. They will do it automatically, without any instruction. People are wicked by nature, and must learn how to be virtuous. This is something I believe to be true, yet it humiliates me to admit it.
My Father has given, and been wronged in return. Yet he does not it as a disadvantage, and will continue to give, not for his own merit, but simply because it is right.
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That is so touching Dio.
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wouldnt it be a lovely world if more people tried to live that way?
or at least werent ridiculed for trying
sharing is usually a good thing,
except when someone is just waiting to take advantage of it,
w/ greed or the desire to look good by gossiping about that guy.
youre very lucky to have your parents
and good lessons from them
or at least werent ridiculed for trying
sharing is usually a good thing,
except when someone is just waiting to take advantage of it,
w/ greed or the desire to look good by gossiping about that guy.
youre very lucky to have your parents
and good lessons from them
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Dear Journal,
I went to Church today for all the wrong reasons, but it turned out to be a good experience. It was just a whim that popped into my head yesterday, so I went.
See the thing is I bought a really sweet Cuban styled Summer suit. It is totally pimped out Miami Vice sweetness. I was going to wear it at the CS gathering in St. Louis. But alas, (I can't believe I just said alas, who says that?) I am moving into my new house next weekend. So I needed an occasion to wear it, and Church provided a convenient excuse.
Now, this morning I woke up to the sounds of severe thunderstorms. But I wasn't going to let that stop me from making an appearance in the Singles Sunday School Class in my pimpin new suit from The Havana Company. By the way Journal, I'm the best looking guy in that class even without new Don Johnson diggs.
(sigh)But, I quickly remebered why I don't like Sunday School, it's the regurgitation of some Baptist Association's dogma, and almost complete lack of independent thought. I was passive, and not disruptive, you would have been proud Journal.
I did get to see some friends though...Oh! And the storms knocked the power out, and we had a candle lit Church service. I even looked good in the dark.
I went to Church today for all the wrong reasons, but it turned out to be a good experience. It was just a whim that popped into my head yesterday, so I went.
See the thing is I bought a really sweet Cuban styled Summer suit. It is totally pimped out Miami Vice sweetness. I was going to wear it at the CS gathering in St. Louis. But alas, (I can't believe I just said alas, who says that?) I am moving into my new house next weekend. So I needed an occasion to wear it, and Church provided a convenient excuse.
Now, this morning I woke up to the sounds of severe thunderstorms. But I wasn't going to let that stop me from making an appearance in the Singles Sunday School Class in my pimpin new suit from The Havana Company. By the way Journal, I'm the best looking guy in that class even without new Don Johnson diggs.
(sigh)But, I quickly remebered why I don't like Sunday School, it's the regurgitation of some Baptist Association's dogma, and almost complete lack of independent thought. I was passive, and not disruptive, you would have been proud Journal.
I did get to see some friends though...Oh! And the storms knocked the power out, and we had a candle lit Church service. I even looked good in the dark.
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diogenes: Dear Journal,
Last night, I had dinner with my parents at a new Mexican Restaurant (not that Texas needed another one). The food was adequate, the service was prompt and professional, and the atmoshpere was generic. There was something special about this particular meal.
It wasn't just the gleam in the eyes of the smiling, plump blonde that served us. It was something my Father said during the conversation.
My Father is an industrious man, who could easily live better than his modest country life. Instead he chose to give and help, rather than hoard and live lavishly. Sometimes my Father has been wronged by those he has tried to help. And it has happened again recently. Mom asked him what he was going to do about it. Without hesitation in neither speech nor meal, he said simply that He would continue to believe in people, continue to help, and someday he would be appreciated.
I stared at him in awe. An awkward blend of pride and shame welled up within me, and nearly spilled from my eyes.
I have always known that people are rotten within themselves. It is evident in every child. Think about it. A child doesn't need to be taught how to lie. They will do it automatically, without any instruction. People are wicked by nature, and must learn how to be virtuous. This is something I believe to be true, yet it humiliates me to admit it.
My Father has given, and been wronged in return. Yet he does not it as a disadvantage, and will continue to give, not for his own merit, but simply because it is right.
Last night, I had dinner with my parents at a new Mexican Restaurant (not that Texas needed another one). The food was adequate, the service was prompt and professional, and the atmoshpere was generic. There was something special about this particular meal.
It wasn't just the gleam in the eyes of the smiling, plump blonde that served us. It was something my Father said during the conversation.
My Father is an industrious man, who could easily live better than his modest country life. Instead he chose to give and help, rather than hoard and live lavishly. Sometimes my Father has been wronged by those he has tried to help. And it has happened again recently. Mom asked him what he was going to do about it. Without hesitation in neither speech nor meal, he said simply that He would continue to believe in people, continue to help, and someday he would be appreciated.
I stared at him in awe. An awkward blend of pride and shame welled up within me, and nearly spilled from my eyes.
I have always known that people are rotten within themselves. It is evident in every child. Think about it. A child doesn't need to be taught how to lie. They will do it automatically, without any instruction. People are wicked by nature, and must learn how to be virtuous. This is something I believe to be true, yet it humiliates me to admit it.
My Father has given, and been wronged in return. Yet he does not it as a disadvantage, and will continue to give, not for his own merit, but simply because it is right.
You go Don....
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Yeah you go hotstuff.
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Hugz_n_Kissez: You go Don....
OOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSS..Meant to quote the Don Juan suit post.....
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diogenes: Dear Journal,
Last night, I had dinner with my parents at a new Mexican Restaurant (not that Texas needed another one). The food was adequate, the service was prompt and professional, and the atmoshpere was generic. There was something special about this particular meal.
It wasn't just the gleam in the eyes of the smiling, plump blonde that served us. It was something my Father said during the conversation.
My Father is an industrious man, who could easily live better than his modest country life. Instead he chose to give and help, rather than hoard and live lavishly. Sometimes my Father has been wronged by those he has tried to help. And it has happened again recently. Mom asked him what he was going to do about it. Without hesitation in neither speech nor meal, he said simply that He would continue to believe in people, continue to help, and someday he would be appreciated.
I stared at him in awe. An awkward blend of pride and shame welled up within me, and nearly spilled from my eyes.
I have always known that people are rotten within themselves. It is evident in every child. Think about it. A child doesn't need to be taught how to lie. They will do it automatically, without any instruction. People are wicked by nature, and must learn how to be virtuous. This is something I believe to be true, yet it humiliates me to admit it.
My Father has given, and been wronged in return. Yet he does not it as a disadvantage, and will continue to give, not for his own merit, but simply because it is right.
Last night, I had dinner with my parents at a new Mexican Restaurant (not that Texas needed another one). The food was adequate, the service was prompt and professional, and the atmoshpere was generic. There was something special about this particular meal.
It wasn't just the gleam in the eyes of the smiling, plump blonde that served us. It was something my Father said during the conversation.
My Father is an industrious man, who could easily live better than his modest country life. Instead he chose to give and help, rather than hoard and live lavishly. Sometimes my Father has been wronged by those he has tried to help. And it has happened again recently. Mom asked him what he was going to do about it. Without hesitation in neither speech nor meal, he said simply that He would continue to believe in people, continue to help, and someday he would be appreciated.
I stared at him in awe. An awkward blend of pride and shame welled up within me, and nearly spilled from my eyes.
I have always known that people are rotten within themselves. It is evident in every child. Think about it. A child doesn't need to be taught how to lie. They will do it automatically, without any instruction. People are wicked by nature, and must learn how to be virtuous. This is something I believe to be true, yet it humiliates me to admit it.
My Father has given, and been wronged in return. Yet he does not it as a disadvantage, and will continue to give, not for his own merit, but simply because it is right.
Takes a lot of courage to forget the wrongs and go on ..
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It's okay riya
I was gonna blame NMG for it anyway.
I was gonna blame NMG for it anyway.
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Dear Journal,
I started moving into my new house today. I was supposed to get started on Friday, but the former owner wasn't out in time. It was raining alot, so I couldn't be too mad about it. That house is dirty, dirty. It will be really nice, when it is all cleaned up. But man is it dirty! My daughter actually forund a turd in a bedroom closet. That's right Journal, a turd. I know, gross! The guy I bought it from, I don't know. His wife left him, and I guess he went into depression. I can relate to that I guess, but man do I have alot of cleaning to do! I had to take a break after I saw the turd. So now I guess I'm going back to get busy. Later Journal.
I started moving into my new house today. I was supposed to get started on Friday, but the former owner wasn't out in time. It was raining alot, so I couldn't be too mad about it. That house is dirty, dirty. It will be really nice, when it is all cleaned up. But man is it dirty! My daughter actually forund a turd in a bedroom closet. That's right Journal, a turd. I know, gross! The guy I bought it from, I don't know. His wife left him, and I guess he went into depression. I can relate to that I guess, but man do I have alot of cleaning to do! I had to take a break after I saw the turd. So now I guess I'm going back to get busy. Later Journal.
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diogenes: Dear Journal,
I started moving into my new house today. I was supposed to get started on Friday, but the former owner wasn't out in time. It was raining alot, so I couldn't be too mad about it. That house is dirty, dirty. It will be really nice, when it is all cleaned up. But man is it dirty! My daughter actually forund a turd in a bedroom closet. That's right Journal, a turd. I know, gross! The guy I bought it from, I don't know. His wife left him, and I guess he went into depression. I can relate to that I guess, but man do I have alot of cleaning to do! I had to take a break after I saw the turd. So now I guess I'm going back to get busy. Later Journal.
I started moving into my new house today. I was supposed to get started on Friday, but the former owner wasn't out in time. It was raining alot, so I couldn't be too mad about it. That house is dirty, dirty. It will be really nice, when it is all cleaned up. But man is it dirty! My daughter actually forund a turd in a bedroom closet. That's right Journal, a turd. I know, gross! The guy I bought it from, I don't know. His wife left him, and I guess he went into depression. I can relate to that I guess, but man do I have alot of cleaning to do! I had to take a break after I saw the turd. So now I guess I'm going back to get busy. Later Journal.
haha blimey!..
Well I'm sure it will be great when it's all done.
I wonder if you will ever be able to open THAT closet and not think of THAT turd again.
:: plants seed ::
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Dear Journal,
I have a cat. I inherited it from the former owner of my new home. He is a handsome animal. I think he's about a year old. He's grey with ghost stripes. Two toned grey, or something. If there's a term for it, I don't know what it is. The cat is grey, it has stripes that are just a very subtle different shade of grey. It's really cool looking. I don't know if he is an inside, or outside cat. I found him outside, but he really seems to believe that he belongs inside. I'm not taking any chances though journal. He can stay outside. If I have an inside cat, I'd prefer to have it from kittenhood. If I had the time to devote to a puppy, I'd get one of those, since I'm more of a dog person anyway. By the way journal, what is it that makes cats want to get all up under your feet when you're trying to walk somewhere?
I have a cat. I inherited it from the former owner of my new home. He is a handsome animal. I think he's about a year old. He's grey with ghost stripes. Two toned grey, or something. If there's a term for it, I don't know what it is. The cat is grey, it has stripes that are just a very subtle different shade of grey. It's really cool looking. I don't know if he is an inside, or outside cat. I found him outside, but he really seems to believe that he belongs inside. I'm not taking any chances though journal. He can stay outside. If I have an inside cat, I'd prefer to have it from kittenhood. If I had the time to devote to a puppy, I'd get one of those, since I'm more of a dog person anyway. By the way journal, what is it that makes cats want to get all up under your feet when you're trying to walk somewhere?
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Dear Journal,
I'm a beaver hunter. Not like you're thinking Journal, I mean I am actually trying to catch and kill beavers. My Father owns property with a creek, and the beavers damn the creek, and make a terrible mess of things. So, I have been commissioned to rid the land of beavers. Despite being a nuisance, they really are incredible animals. I have found that I can make sets to catch them sucessfully, but they won't fall for the same types of sets a second time. I can bade them into a certain area by tampering with their dam, and then wait for them and shoot them, but shooting into the water with a gun is a nearly futile enterprise. Yes Journal, man vs. beaver, the perrenial struggle, but not the one you're thinking of Journal. I mean actual castor rodentia.
I'm a beaver hunter. Not like you're thinking Journal, I mean I am actually trying to catch and kill beavers. My Father owns property with a creek, and the beavers damn the creek, and make a terrible mess of things. So, I have been commissioned to rid the land of beavers. Despite being a nuisance, they really are incredible animals. I have found that I can make sets to catch them sucessfully, but they won't fall for the same types of sets a second time. I can bade them into a certain area by tampering with their dam, and then wait for them and shoot them, but shooting into the water with a gun is a nearly futile enterprise. Yes Journal, man vs. beaver, the perrenial struggle, but not the one you're thinking of Journal. I mean actual castor rodentia.
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Dear Beaver Hunter,
Please note the snares and sets you set out. You never know, you might wind up with a really good beaver that you can't let get rid of.
Happy Hunting,
Wendy
Please note the snares and sets you set out. You never know, you might wind up with a really good beaver that you can't let get rid of.
Happy Hunting,
Wendy
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Where are you, Dio??
Have you turned your back on your journal??
Have you turned your back on your journal??
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Dear Journal,
I went out to eat tonight. The place was clean, and the food was good. But the service was sub-standard. I aksed the server a question about the food, and she deliberately ignored me. What's up with that Journal? I didn't notice any hearing aids, or anything. I suppose she could have been deaf. But, I looked her right in the eye, and spoke plainly, "What do you call that kind of bread?"
She just turned her head, and stared at the wall, and acted as if I didn't say anything.
"Oh, really? Okay! It looks delicious....Thanks for your help," I said. She just continued to stare at the wall without response.
Why do some people at restaurants get all mad at the world because they hate their job? Can you answer me that Journal? They have an attitude like, "Why do I have to serve bread in a restaurant? Why can't I have a good job like a doctor, or a lawyer?" Well......Maybe it had something to do with your report card! If you got all D's...Do you know what that spells? D-D-D-D-Duuuuhhh!
Well enough griping for now. The food was good, and I didn't get a drink refill either, so I stiffed the server.
Later Journal
I went out to eat tonight. The place was clean, and the food was good. But the service was sub-standard. I aksed the server a question about the food, and she deliberately ignored me. What's up with that Journal? I didn't notice any hearing aids, or anything. I suppose she could have been deaf. But, I looked her right in the eye, and spoke plainly, "What do you call that kind of bread?"
She just turned her head, and stared at the wall, and acted as if I didn't say anything.
"Oh, really? Okay! It looks delicious....Thanks for your help," I said. She just continued to stare at the wall without response.
Why do some people at restaurants get all mad at the world because they hate their job? Can you answer me that Journal? They have an attitude like, "Why do I have to serve bread in a restaurant? Why can't I have a good job like a doctor, or a lawyer?" Well......Maybe it had something to do with your report card! If you got all D's...Do you know what that spells? D-D-D-D-Duuuuhhh!
Well enough griping for now. The food was good, and I didn't get a drink refill either, so I stiffed the server.
Later Journal
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diogenes: Dear Journal,
I went out to eat tonight. The place was clean, and the food was good. But the service was sub-standard. I aksed the server a question about the food, and she deliberately ignored me. What's up with that Journal? I didn't notice any hearing aids, or anything. I suppose she could have been deaf. But, I looked her right in the eye, and spoke plainly, "What do you call that kind of bread?"
She just turned her head, and stared at the wall, and acted as if I didn't say anything.
"Oh, really? Okay! It looks delicious....Thanks for your help," I said. She just continued to stare at the wall without response.
Why do some people at restaurants get all mad at the world because they hate their job? Can you answer me that Journal? They have an attitude like, "Why do I have to serve bread in a restaurant? Why can't I have a good job like a doctor, or a lawyer?" Well......Maybe it had something to do with your report card! If you got all D's...Do you know what that spells? D-D-D-D-Duuuuhhh!
Well enough griping for now. The food was good, and I didn't get a drink refill either, so I stiffed the server.
Later Journal
I went out to eat tonight. The place was clean, and the food was good. But the service was sub-standard. I aksed the server a question about the food, and she deliberately ignored me. What's up with that Journal? I didn't notice any hearing aids, or anything. I suppose she could have been deaf. But, I looked her right in the eye, and spoke plainly, "What do you call that kind of bread?"
She just turned her head, and stared at the wall, and acted as if I didn't say anything.
"Oh, really? Okay! It looks delicious....Thanks for your help," I said. She just continued to stare at the wall without response.
Why do some people at restaurants get all mad at the world because they hate their job? Can you answer me that Journal? They have an attitude like, "Why do I have to serve bread in a restaurant? Why can't I have a good job like a doctor, or a lawyer?" Well......Maybe it had something to do with your report card! If you got all D's...Do you know what that spells? D-D-D-D-Duuuuhhh!
Well enough griping for now. The food was good, and I didn't get a drink refill either, so I stiffed the server.
Later Journal
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diogenes: Dear Journal,
I went out to eat tonight. The place was clean, and the food was good. But the service was sub-standard. I aksed the server a question about the food, and she deliberately ignored me. What's up with that Journal? I didn't notice any hearing aids, or anything. I suppose she could have been deaf. But, I looked her right in the eye, and spoke plainly, "What do you call that kind of bread?"
She just turned her head, and stared at the wall, and acted as if I didn't say anything.
"Oh, really? Okay! It looks delicious....Thanks for your help," I said. She just continued to stare at the wall without response.
Why do some people at restaurants get all mad at the world because they hate their job? Can you answer me that Journal? They have an attitude like, "Why do I have to serve bread in a restaurant? Why can't I have a good job like a doctor, or a lawyer?" Well......Maybe it had something to do with your report card! If you got all D's...Do you know what that spells? D-D-D-D-Duuuuhhh!
Well enough griping for now. The food was good, and I didn't get a drink refill either, so I stiffed the server.
Later Journal
Oh no, Dio!!! I went out to eat tonight. The place was clean, and the food was good. But the service was sub-standard. I aksed the server a question about the food, and she deliberately ignored me. What's up with that Journal? I didn't notice any hearing aids, or anything. I suppose she could have been deaf. But, I looked her right in the eye, and spoke plainly, "What do you call that kind of bread?"
She just turned her head, and stared at the wall, and acted as if I didn't say anything.
"Oh, really? Okay! It looks delicious....Thanks for your help," I said. She just continued to stare at the wall without response.
Why do some people at restaurants get all mad at the world because they hate their job? Can you answer me that Journal? They have an attitude like, "Why do I have to serve bread in a restaurant? Why can't I have a good job like a doctor, or a lawyer?" Well......Maybe it had something to do with your report card! If you got all D's...Do you know what that spells? D-D-D-D-Duuuuhhh!
Well enough griping for now. The food was good, and I didn't get a drink refill either, so I stiffed the server.
Later Journal
Btw, I read these installments......
Please keep writing
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This morning when I woke up I put on my running shoes, and actually went running in them. I bought those shoes in January for that purpose. You already know that I quit smoking back in November. One of the reasons that I did that was because I noticed that my cardio vascular fitness had diminished.
Well, I ran today. It just felt like the right thing to do. A degree recent inactivity has left me feeling lethargic. I don't like that feeling. Plus, when I was trying on clothes at the store the other day, that dressing room mirror showed me a little bit of the bell shaped curve that people commonly call love handles. Let's face it journal...nobody loves love handles.
I remembered that I like running, and with a little consistent effort I will learn to like it again. Not that I didn't learn anything by running today. I learned that I can still outrun a dog, and that smoking and sitting around makes your lungs feel really tiny.