Clickety Clickety go the keys.  What’s the result?  Whatever I please.

I was working in a place where a little office sign was on a desk.  It said, “We’ve been through a lot together; and most of it was your fault.”

When I closed my profiles on the dating/social networking sites, I instantly got an email that someone with a profile at one of the dating sites had added me to their favorites list.  Uhm…. yeah…. right…. Do they think we are that stupid?

So… why is it that people still have not learned that the center turning lane is for ENTERING busy roads as well as exiting them?  I had to sit behind at least 10 cars yesterday at an  intersection to a road which was more busy than normal because of construction in the general area.  None of them making a left would cross to the middle turning lane when there was no oncoming traffic to the left.  They ALL had to make sure that it was clear both ways for some reason. Sheesh.

Now, San Francisco wants to give ID cards to any resident, despite legal status.  I find so many things wrong with the article and with the idea.  But, one thing that really caught my eye was a quote which ended, “….a labor force that’s supplied by, for lack of a better term,
undocumented residents,” said Tom Ammiano, the supervisor who sponsored
the bill.  WHAT?  There IS a better term you dishonest, anti-American socialist!  It’s “ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT.”  There are lots of better terms.  How about, “Not supposed to be here,” or “Taking our money and sending it back to Mexico and not paying taxes on it.” Your compatriots have already admitted that they are a “cash based society”; which we both know is code for “working under the table.” Geez!!

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Yesterday, while I was testing my gaming seat, I got into a room with VCS and a few others.  When the game changed, I got booted.  So, I rejoined and said, “I got kicked out.”  (When I say “kicked”, I think in the computer terminology.  Someone said, “VCS,” in a jesting tone like saying that he had kicked me out.  I quipped, “Yeah, why’d you kick me.”  He very testily said, “I didn’t kick you!  Geez, you’re so paranoid!”

Well…. geez…. a bit testy aren’t we?  I didn’t respond.  I was only there for a short time and didn’t feel like an argument.

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I was thinking about the honesty and “little white lie” topic.  GG brought up a common example: “Do these jeans make me look fat?”  It occurs to me that if a woman asks a man whom she knows will lie to her that question, then she knows he will lie to her to keep her happy/sane/away from the offensive weapons. So, she knows that he’s lying to her.  Which means she knows he thinks the jeans make her look fat.  Why do the dance to get to the same result?

Now, by contrast, if a woman asks a man like myself if the jeans make her look fat, she gets a different result. If the jeans make her look fat, he says, “They aren’t flattering to you.  The other pair looks better.” If the jeans don’t, then he says, “No, you look great in those.” Now, she knows she can believe him.  And if that’s the case, she wins all the way around because not only can she feel confident she looks good when she does — she can trust his judgment to help her look her best by avoiding the unflattering jeans. If he’s afraid to tell her the truth to keep her away from the offensive weapons, then she runs the risk of going out in public in fat jeans because he was afraid to tell her to try the skinny jeans. 

By my logic, women would want to know they could trust their man, instead.

Now…. what if the question she is asking is really code for, “Am I fat?”  I think she needs to increase HER level of honesty and stop playing games.  Just ask the question she wants to know, and feel confident that her man will — gently if necessary —
help her to achieve her best look by being honest with her. 

If her real question is, “Do you still love me fat?” Well…… then she should just stop dancing around the topic and ask, “Do you still love me?”

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I wonder if women (people in general, really) confuse lack of self-control with desire and passion; and… by extension…. love.  I wonder if they mistakenly see self-control as lack of desire, passion, and love.

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Mike Adams Apologizes to liberals.

Townhall.com::My Apology to UNC-Charlotte::By Mike S. Adams

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Yeah… I watch Dr. Phil sometimes.  The other day, I watched the second half (didn’t see the first) of a show about a high school french teacher that was accused of having sexual contact with 3 of her students.  I don’t know the whole story, but apparently one of the three recanted his story during testimony.  The other one failed a lie-detector for Dr. Phil and the third one was on Dr. Phil to confront her. The lie-detector given on Dr. Phil for the third one showed “clear deception” to some of the questions.  But, he said he had passed a previous lie-detector test.

Two things really struck me during that show.  The first was that the polygraph examiner seemed really, really angry….. even hostile…. toward the third young man.  He asked him, after the results were revealed, something about his answering “no” to some questions like, “Have you ever lied to keep out of trouble,” and “Have you ever lied to protect someone’s feelings?” 

The second thing is that Dr. Phil said, “Well, you’re the only person — including myself — that I have ever heard could answer those questions that way.”

Well…. Doc…. I can.  So…. if you think that makes me a liar… you’re as judgmental as you are dishonest. 

I have always believed that if you can’t speak the truth, say nothing.

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…. I was asked tonight if Sharyn knew I had this blog and if she reads it…. what does she think about it.  Which got me to thinking……. what WOULD she think about it?  Hmmm…..

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I did a PGR mission yesterday.  It was a Veteran’s Day Memorial ceremony at the new National Cemetary of the Alleghenies near Bridgeville, PA.   I took the car, which was a good thing because it was cold and I got paged to work in the afternoon. So, on the way back from the PGR mission, I stopped to pick up parts and then worked for a client for a couple of hours.  After that, I played CoD4 and watched TV.

Last night, I dreamed strange dreams all night.  I dreamed about people I didn’t know, people I did know, and people I haven’t seen for years.  In one, I was in a car with a woman I didn’t know and she drove into a piece of construction equipment at high speed.  I remember thinking, that would have killed us all if it was real.

One of the dreams was about Sharyn. It was like we were going somewhere together; like we were travelling on the bikes together.   But, in the dream, I was only catching glimpses of her because she was always blocked from my view by someone or something else. In one part, we were in a small restaurant and I saw that she went to the other side of the place and sat down at a booth.  But, there were other people talking to me and blocking my view… or things in the restaurant were blocking my view.

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When I came home from working yesterday, my mother said that my brother was acting strange all day.  He said that his head felt funny and heavy.  He acted like his motor-skills were decreased.   He had a flu shot the day before and he wondered if it was related to that. Finally, he decided to go to the hospital.  They went out the door and my mother came back to the door yelling for me to come quick.  I went out to the sidewalk and he couldn’t move.  He was barely standing and was slouching toward the ground.  I got hold of him and let him sit down.  Because it was cold, I wanted to get him on a chair, but couldn’t. My mother called the ambulance and we waited.  My b.i.l. came to help with him, but we couldn’t move him because he was tremoring and hurting. By the time the ambulance arrived, he was tremoring really badly and his body was spasming.  They admitted him.

While they were there, I worked more on the computers and waited to hear what was happening.  Then, I played CoD4 until late.  GG and UG proved they were female.  So, now there is no question whatsoever. :-> No, there weren’t any pictures involved.  Get your mind out of the gutter.  GG said she agreed with the client about hiding the wires.  Then, UG and GG talked about excuses to use when you don’t want to just tell a man, “No,” when he asks you out; because you don’t like to just say, “No.”  Instead, you can say, “I’m busy,” or “I have to wash my hair.”   That’s enough proof for me. 

Personally, I like the simple, “No.” Or…… even, “Get away from me dog boy!” It’s clear.  It’s honest. No ambiguity.  It doesn’t make a man keep wondering if she’s interested.  It doesn’t send any mixed signals or confusion.  It’s more humane and kind than the mixed signals. It’s much better.  I’ve never understood this idea that women have that the way to not hurt someone’s feelings is by doing something that is more hurtful. They want to be kind; but, they end up doing something that is even more unkind. The more kind approach is a  simple, “No. Thank you.”

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