Sometimes, Timing Amazes Me

Sometimes, the timing of things amazes me.  I think it’s sometimes just simple coincidence.  Other times, I think something else is going on.

Today, I worked about 30 miles away for two places.  One thing that happened at the first place was sort of funny because of the recent post I made about women and cleavage.  I had gone in where there are several women working.  I sat down at one of the desks to work and was involved in my work.  One of the young women in the office was sitting between me and the door at another desk.  A UPS man came in and had her sign for a package.  I didn’t catch most of the interaction; only a word or two. After he left, I noticed the young woman and another talking.  Because I was working, I only caught part of their conversation, but it was about the UPS man looking at her cleavage. She said something about, “…. don’t have anything down there do I?” The second woman said, “Eyes up here,” as she made a motion from her chest to her eyes.” That got my attention, so I looked at the top she was wearing.  It was presentable enough; but was a bit low-cut.   One thing I will never understand is women wearing low-cut tops and then complaining when a man looks at their chest.  If you don’t want men to look at your chest, don’t draw attention to it.

From there, I went to the second place to work and fixed one of the computers.  After leaving there, I went looking for a couple of things from Lowes.  When I left there, I got a page saying that one of their other computers was not able to see the server at all. They thought that I was already near home, but I let them know that I was not far away and would stop back. I went back to the location to find that the network card was disabled, for some unknown reason.  They looked shocked and wanted to know how it got disabled.  I said, “I don’t know.  Maybe it was a ghost or goblin.”  Later, I said, “Maybe I wasn’t supposed to go home right away.” I firmly believe that things sometimes happen for reasons we don’t see.  Maybe I would have been in an accident or something. Who knows? One interesting thing, is that I was driving home when a car passed me.  As it pulled in front, I noticed a set of keys in the trunk lock. I sped up and got her attention so that i could signal to her. Then, I wondered if perhaps I was supposed to be there at that split second and there was a series of events that were put into play.

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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.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AupyzbQMLAs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZwigMTjup70

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wJ2QY_1sXCI

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWhpA9MrkPw

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G10T_Ih222E

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pnp9idOEj4g

You can see all of the videos by searching:

http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=patriot+guard&search=Search

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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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