A Little Video Background

There are quite a few videos that show what it is that the Patriot Guard Riders do.  I did a search on Youtube and found some that I recommend.







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Discussions lead to Thinking

Every so often, I have the realization come upon me that my life is not ordinary. I don’t mean that it is extraordinary or anything like that.  But, rather that my life experiences are not in the norm. Things that are a normal part of growing up for people… things that they did when they were growing up…. I never did.  Things that are “milestones” for people… I never did.  Lots of normal experiences that people have… I haven’t.  That can be a good thing…… and a bad thing.

Sometimes… discussions I’m having will bring on that realization.

I received my replacement “Guitar Hero II” today.

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I watched……

…….. The Exorcism of Emily Rose last night. It was a pretty good movie.  It had some scarey…. some courtroom drama…. and Laura Linney. And, Jennifer Carpenter did a good job of being scared and possessed, too.

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Not The Musical: Update

So, this morning I had an appointment with Sharyn and then had to drive about 60 miles back the other direction to work. So, my time after the cut was filled with the drive…. which was filled with thinking related to Sharyn.

When I arrived at the salon, Sharyn was getting her hair finished for her halloween costume (a pirate) for tomorrow night.  Her worker was drying it for her. She introduce her new receptionist and then asked if I was in a hurry for time; whether the worker could finish drying the hair for her. The dogs were going crazy wanting into the shop, so she asked the receptionist to let them in because, “… they recognize it’s him and want to see him.” Only one dog — the young female — came out to greet me. As I waited, I noticed that the dog was having a problem with the left eye and mentioned it. We talked about the dog some.  Mostly, I was not feeling very talkative and it was a pretty quiet visit.  Normally, I would have been more friendly and talkative.   When I got to the chair, I was feeling like all I wanted was to get my hair cut, not talk, and leave the chair. Sharyn asked about the family and asked what I had been doing.  After a little while, she asked, “Have you been out riding?” I said, “I rode Sunday to Cooper’s Rock.”  I wanted to elaborate, but held to my decision to keep things as little personal and as much business as possible.  She said, “I am going to try to get out his weekend.” Again, I didn’t say anything.  I think she wanted to open up the door to discussing riding; so that it would allow one of us to ask the other to go riding.  I was not going to change my mind. If things are going to be anything other than business between us; they are going to be drastically different.  Otherwise, they stay the way they are.

Still…. seeing her affected me. She brings me a full range of thoughts and emotions whenever I am around her; even if it’s just for business. So, I had a lot to think about after leaving there.  I feel guilty of being somewhat cold and stand-offish to her.  I don’t know if it affects her at all; but the thought of hurting her feelings really bothers me. It’s just that I need to do what I need for protecting my own feelings and well-being. 

When she was talking to her receptionist about the party, I wanted to know more.  But, on the other hand, I didn’t want to know whether she would be going with the boyfriend.  I have those kinds of reactions all the time.  On the one hand, I want to know all there is to know about her.  On the other hand, I don’t want to know because I don’t want to feel the hurt… that sharp stab in my chest… when it’s obvious that I don’t matter to her.

Physically, she was looking a little tired, but looking as good as ever.  She had darkened her hair and made it long, curly, and wind-blown looking for the pirate outfit.  I could see her looking really good in that outfit.  But, then again, I think she looks good all the time. 

Overall, it was a mostly uneventful interaction; with my internal reactions being the hardest part.

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Bikini Adjusting 101

I mentioned a bikini incident a couple of posts ago. I’ve mentioned before that I find the social interaction of humans interesting and at times humorous.  I find that we do silly things when looked at logically.  For instance, I’ve always thought it silly to say, “God bless you,” when someone sneezes. It’s a normal body function.  And the origins of saying it are quite backward and intellectually silly.     I mean…. we don’t say, “Devil take you,” when someone farts.

I look at the habits that people have and they intrigue me. The bikini incident is one of those kinds of things.

I was arriving at a client’s location a couple of years back.  The home was a trailer with a deck/porch built on the side.  I pulled up to the parking spot at the end of the trailer and noticed some people sunning on the deck. It was a male and two females.   The male was the husband.  The females were the daughter and the wife.  As I turned off the car, I noticed the two females get up and cover up the bottom half.  If I remember correctly they used a towel and a pair of pants respectively.  I thought, “They must want to be modest.” I approached the deck and the wife then lead me in the door and to the computer room.   While she was describing the problem with the computer, we were standing face-to-face at a “respect your space” distance, but a little closer than normal because it was a trailer. As she was talking, she took hold of the left half of her bikini top with her left hand; pulled out slightly; placed her right hand between the bikini and the breast in a fashion cupping the breast; and proceeded to adjust and fit the breast comfortably in the bikini. She did this all while talking as if it was an instinctual operation.

In addition to keeping eye contact and not drawing attention to it, I tried to keep from smiling.  It was all I could do to keep from laughing at the irony of putting on pants so that the tech couldn’t see your bottom half; but then soon after proceeding to make blatant adjustments to “the girls” while the tech is facing you from a couple of feet away.  Such is the human animal.

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