Serendipity, Coincedence, Timing, Karma, Fate………


So… yesterday I had to deal with things at the bank.  I met Amy Grant.  Not… not THE Amy Grant.  But, in the afternoon, I was headed for an appointment and the XM advertised the start of the holiday music channels.  They mentioned…. Amy Grant. I go to my appointment and while I was waiting for something on the computer I was working on, there was a soundtrack CD laying by the monitor.  I looked at it and noticed a song by….. Amy Grant.  I looked over and noticed another CD that was a compilation of rock songs.  So, I opened the case to see which songs were on it. And instead of being the compilation cd…. it was a cd by…….. Amy Grant.

Today, I was leaving a place for the drive home and as soon as I got in the car, XM was advertising a political ad for Ron Paul. I drove about…….1/4 mile and there was a Ron Paul sign in a yard.  After the commercials went off…. a talk-show came back on and the topic was………. Ron Paul.

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Saturday Guitar Whompin’

So… on Saturday, my nephew (appr. 11 y.o.) stayed over night and my other nephew (appr. 17 y.o.) visited.  They both wanted to show up the Old Guy at Guitar Hero II.  Well… the brief time I challenged them and was beaten was when we tried two players with one guitar.  The fact that I was using a regular controller seemed to have been pure excuse-making on the part of Old Guy.  Because, everyone knows that Old Guy isn’t able to play as well and as quickly as aforementioned Young Whippersnappers.

In the interim between last Old Guy whuppin’ and new Saturday challenge, said Old Guy found a cheap guitar on ebay.  The properly equipped Old Guy version 2 soundly whupped both Young Whippersnappers; even when he was playing on “Medium” setting and they were on “Easy” setting.

Aha!  Redemption!   And said young’uns have a newfound respect for Old Guy’s Rockin’ skillz.

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Just For Those With Lower Cognitive Powers

Here’s a little lesson in logic. Just suppose a person walks up to you with a mask and a gun and says, “I’m not a robber and you should never give your wallet to anybody; but give me your wallet.”  Would you believe them?

Well… the phishers expect you to believe them when they tell you that they aren’t thieves and you should never listen to phishers.

Here’s an email I received this morning.

Dear business/corporate customer
of Citizens Bank,

Caution: we continue to be informed
that customers and non-customers are receiving fraudulent phishing emails
requesting confidential information and credentials. As a reminder, the bank
will NOT send customers unsecured email or other correspondence requesting that
they confirm or provide Customer ID’s User ID’s, card numbers, social security
number or PINs and passwords. As always, if you receive any unsolicited e-mails,
phone calls, faxes or other suspicious attempts to gain personal or confidential
information, please e-mail us at or call Cash
Management Client Services at 1-877-550-5933, Monday to Friday, 7 a.m. to 6 p.m.
ET. For Additional information please see the events page

For security measures, we require
you to confirm your challenge questions:

(URL to Phishing site was here)

Citizens Bank Online
Billing Services Team

It’s almost funny.  The bad part is: some people will fall for this and go put their information in the phishing site.

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… here I am at nearly 2 o’clock…. tired, but not feeling like sleep.  Yuck.  I need to take care of business in the morning and I have quite a few things to do….. but just can’t get the brain to shut down. I suppose I would have a better chance if I put my body in bed and tried to sleep.  I need the sleep.  So, I think I’m going to try it.

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The Night Before Thanksgiving

I had a nice chat with G.G. tonight.  I actually enjoyed it more than playing CoD4.  I wasn’t feeling really into the game tonight and wasn’t doing too good at it. About the time I was going to quit, she wanted to chat; about social truths and political truths. I think we talked longer than I even played the game.

Last night, when I was looking at the classmates site, I looked at an entry from a friend from high school that I lost touch with.  About 5 years ago, I found her contact information and we corresponded briefly. I had been wanting to call her and visit with her and her husband when I was in their city, which is about 60 or more miles away. I work there periodically.  But, I discovered that the phone number I had for her was not the right number. When I looked at the profile last night, there was a feature that lets the person know that you have looked at it. This morning, there was a phone call, but no message, on my business line.  I looked at the caller I.D. and it was from the same last name as her married name.  I think it was the same first name as her husband, too. But, I’m not sure. I wonder if it was her….. If not, the timing is really strange. I called back the number and left a message; just saying that I saw where they had called and was returning the call.

When I took the bike out today, it had just barely started to sprinkle when I returned home.  It has rained a good portion of the evening.  So, the timing worked out quite well.  It is likely the last time I’ll be riding until spring. But, one never knows for sure.

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I took the motorcycle out for about an hour today.  It was around 70 degrees today.  So, after I got back home from working and running errands, I took the bike to go to the bank and to get some SeaFoam to put in the gas for the winter. It was a nice short ride; probably the last one of the year.

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I Happened….

I happened across Sharyn’s profile at tonight and it reminded me of some things.  One of the pictures there was taken at her daughter’s graduation party which Sharyn begged me to come to. That reminded me that it was the first time that I had tried to “back off” from her because my feelings were starting to grow.  Perhaps if I had listened to myself then…. 

But, they say we are who we are because of the whole of our experiences.

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