My pains came back.  Whenever I get upset, a spot in my abdomen and a spot in my back start hurting.  I’m tired of hurting, tired of being hurt, and tired of being upset.

There are times when we just have to accept things.  I’ve accepted some things:

• I accept that I don’t matter.
• I accept that I’m not happy and probably will never be.
• I accept that I’m not meant to have — and will never know –love.
• I accept that I’m not a good friend and that I’m not going to have friends.
• I accept that sometimes things just have to end; that I have to let go.
• I accept that I will be lonely; and probably alone.
• I accept that I won’t live to be old.  I don’t want to anyway.

Now, if I can get rid of the feelings that go along with these things, I’ll be able to cope.

I just came back from dropping my car off to be fixed.  My inspection ran out on my car on Monday.  As I was driving back from a client’s location, I was thinking that I had time to stop and get my inspection done.  The next thing I knew, a loud bang startled me.  A school-bus going the other direction threw a rock at my windshield and broke it. This makes about the 7th or 8th windshield in this car; all for the same reason.  Of course, I couldn’t get the inspection done with a broken windshield.

Apparently Apple is having problems with their newest (video) I-Pod and their Nano.  Which goes to show that any company is just a company and their products are just products.  MAC users like to think that they are so much higher than the PC users; when all that is really higher is the price.

http://www.appleinsider.com/article.php?id=1344

Had something occur to me that was sort of surrealistic.  A long time ago, so long ago that I had almost forgotten it, I had a dream about a woman “Marie Monet”.  In the dream, this woman was someone very important to me…. a romantic interest.  I don’t remember the details of the dream, but I remember the name.

Today, I was at a client’s location and met a worker.  Her name was Marie.  I don’t know any other women by that name.  This evening, I’ve spent quite some time on a community site looking at artists and blogs.I saw a photo of one woman that was interesting.  Her nickname was “Monet”.  I had a poem/song come to me tonight out of nowhere.  It is nearly done, but unfinished as of this moment; and is about seeking true love. After all of this transpired, I was sitting here and remembered the dream from so long ago about “Marie Monet” and saw the connection to today’s happenings. 

It might be nothing.  But…. it was interesting, to say the least.  It was an odd feeling to have the connection come together in my head.

Got a couple of trick or treaters tonight.  Not many.  It’s a shame.  We used to be known as **the** place to visit for Halloween.

My sister and her son.

  My nephew and his son.

  My nephew and his wife; sans her inflatible cow costume like my sister’s.

  Niece Samantha.

  Niece Brenda

I was at a client’s location today to check on a couple of minor problems they are having with their new computer system.  The owner of the business hired a new person who was having a hard time adjusting and wanting to use certain programs. After some discussion between me and the owner, the new employee became aware that I was working to be able to give her the programs that she was used to using.  The conversation went something like this:

New Employee:  I love you.  I’m Jane.*
Me: Uhm… I think love is just a little too much, too soon.  I think we should at least know each other’s names first. I’m Mark.
N.E.: Oh, Ok.  I’m Jane. I love you.

The owner and another worker were there and were laughing at the whole thing; which I also thought was funny.

* Name changed to protect the innocent.  Or… the not-so-innocent, whichever the case may be.  🙂

My sister is moving into a house she bought.  I took the trailer yesterday to get some used fencing for her.  After the fencing was delivered, she wanted me to look at the inside of the house.  I hadn’t eaten all day and was hungry, but I still took the time to look.  She then wanted me to look at a wall to determine if it could be moved.  By the time I left, I had spent an hour or more there.  I have a problem being around people who are smoking.  It affects me physically.  While I was there, there were about 3 or 4 people smoking in one room.

I woke up this morning feeling awful.  Ugh.

I like to read “Tongue Tied” on Foxnews.com.  It amazes me how supposedly normal human beings can come up with some of the “Politically Correct” nonsense that they do.  Tongue Tied is also available at http://www.tonguetied.us

Here are a couple of recent examples:

^{Amherst Regional High School will stop using the term “freshman” to refer to ninth-grade students because the term is not inclusive enough for some members of the faculty there, according to the Concord Monitor.}

^{Students in ninth grade will now be referred to as … wait for it …”ninth-graders” in all official documents and morning announcements.}

^{ARHS Assistant Principal Marta Guevara, who pushed for the change, said the decision to move away from “freshman” came about after a production of the The Vagina Monologues two years ago.}

^{Guevara said the school wants to make students “aware of the possible misogynistic, oppressive or non-inclusive language.”}

One thing I didn’t see being addressed anywhere is why there was apparently allowed to be a presentation of “The Vagina Monologues” at a high school.  Besides that, I think that the term “principal” should be disallowed because it will make the students feel inferior to the… uhm…. Assistant Director And Leader Of The School.  Or maybe they should just call them all cry-babies.

 ^{A high school paper has refused to run an ad from a local Korean-owned restaurant because it says imagery used in it promotes stereotypes and puts a minority group in a bad light, reports the Oregonian.}

^{John Lee, owner of the Hawaiian Grill restaurant in Cedar Mill, Ore., uses an illustration of an Asian man in his ads because it resembles himself. Administrators at Sunset High, however, say it is offensive.}

^{Lee, who immigrated from Korea at age 10, says he has been using his logo on signs and menus for years with no complaint. “I’m Asian American, so why would I want to make fun of Asians?” he said. “Why are we pushing the racial issue to the farthest extent?”}

So… are the administrators saying that Lee is offensive?  Since his ad “resembles himself”, one could extrapolate that.  That would make the administrators racists, hmmm?

^{Supporters of Transgender rights will kick off what’s being described as the first “Trans and Gender Non-Conforming People of Color Job and Education Fair” in New York in December, according to Reuters.}

^{At least 10 companies already have signed up for the fair, organizers said, and as many as 25 might show up. One of the main things on the agenda, they say, is that pesky male-female that unfairly dominates public discourse in America.}

^{Damien Domenack, a landscaper, says society’s “two-gender system” poses a problem in everything from job applications to drivers’ licenses to health-insurance forms. He wants a third option, to describe gender preference.}

^{“We’re limited to two boxes, male and female,” said Domenack, 24, who was born female and calls herself a “transman.” “There’s just two options, and I can’t put my true identity.”}

Your “true identity”, Damien, is female.  Get over it.

I have often been amazed at how clueless some women can be.  I readily admit that men are largely pigs AND clueless; but that doesn’t mean women are any less so clueless with their own brands of idiocy.  Yes, there are both perfectly fine men (I like to think I’m one) and perfectly fine women.

The reason I mention clueless women is because of a guest that was on the Dr. Phil show.  She said something that completely amazed me.She was pregnant — for the second time — by a complete louse.  He was a perfect example of Man-Pig as can be found.  They had been engaged more than once and obviously in a horrible relationship. The first time she was pregnant he toldher if she got fat while she was pregnant, he would cheat on her.  So, she “terminated the pregnancy.”They outlined a bunch of the problems and she wanted to know if she should “kick him to the curb.”  Then, when Dr. Phil outlined some of the thing the Man-Pig had said and done, she says something like, “Well, he hasn’t really taken the time to get to know me.”

WHAT?!?  SO WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN BED WITH HIM, THEN!!!  Ahem… Excuse me.  But, seriously…. can a woman be so clueless that she doesn’t see that she shouldn’t be pregnant, AGAIN, by an obvious man-pig, who has proven that he’s a man-pig, and celebrates his man-piggishness? 

Oh, dumb question.  Obviously she can, since I just saw one on the Dr. Phil show.

Sigh.

Although I rarely read fiction anymore, one of my favorite books is, and has been, a piece of fiction that I first read somewhere around the 7th or 8th grade: Flowers For Algernon by Daniel Keyes.  It is an excellent read.  It’s  tear jerker with profound lessons. I see that Amazon has:

A softcover student edition: Flowers for Algernon : Student Edition 

and a hardcover edition:New Windmills: Flowers for Algernon (New Windmills)

By extension, I liked the 1968 movie Charly (with Cliff Robertson in the role of Charly) except for a short bit of 1960’s psychedelic rambling that didn’t seem to fit in place.

Charly

There was also a TV version titled “Flowers For Algernon” with Matthew Modine (a seriously under-rated actor, in my opinion) that was from around 2000.  You might remember Modine from a few different movies, including: What The Deaf Man Heard, Birdy, and Jack and the Beanstalk – The Real Story.  That TV version is apparently not available for purchase, however. I thought that it was true to the book and was worth watching.

I think I’ll pick up the book and re-read it.  It has been many years since I’ve read it; but it has stuck with me.