… that my little belly is slowly turning into a little belly with a little ring around my waste.  I guess that means too many late-night snacks and too much CoD4 on Xbox360.

I think that means cutting back. 

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I was thinking more about the topic of santa and ‘ho’s.  What Hyzathra said about, “unless she was a ho,” is part of it.  But, the bigger topic is the destruction of proper grammar.  I’m often told that words don’t really mean anything; or that I take words to seriously.  Supposedly, if I believe that words have meanings, then I am being too judgmental and being too strict with my definitions.  I think this incident proves my point that it has a larger, far-reaching influence on the operations of the society.  It has negative results.

The problem is that we allow a minor segment of society to speak poorly and not use grammar properly.  If people were using proper speech, the word “ho” wouldn’t be associated with anything but laughter.  But, we allow a few to start to influence a growing segment, which then uses the word wrongly.  And, it spreads.  If we expected people to use words properly and speak clearly, we wouldn’t have any association between “ho” and “whore” because people wouldn’t think that “ho” meant “whore”. Nobody in their right mind would think that Santa was saying, “Whore! Whore! Whore!” But, people supposedly in their right minds think that “ho” equals “whore”.  There is something entirely wrong with the whole thing.

We have many examples of words being distorted from their original meanings to a completely opposite meaning.  We went from a society that thought “gay” meant “happy” to where we are today with “gay” meaning “homosexual”; which is, in turn, slowly becoming a pejorative meaning “stupid” or “bad”.

I got my flu shot yesterday and I did good.  I only shook a little.  And the woman that gave it was really good.  I didn’t even feel the needle go in.  My arm is a little sore today.  The woman that gave my mother her flu shot said if your arm gets sore after a flu shot, that means you would have gotten the flu this year.  Hmmm….

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Reflecting upon the question of what Sharyn would think, I would like to think that Sharyn would see the blog posts about her as a positive; as an expression of what the feelings were like when I told her, “I’m getting too close to you.”

But, I can see the possibility that she might offense for various reasons.  Some people might not like seeing their name on a blog, for example.  She might not like some of my perceptions of things.

I can even see where someone could get a very unflattering view of me from some of my posts; especially some from quite awhile back. Even recently, I’ve been seen as displaying some “woman hating” even though that’s not what I feel.

Even if Sharyn took it as a positive… or flattering… I don’t think it would matter.   I don’t think that would change anything. It wouldn’t change her. It wouldn’t change me.  And I conclude thinking that she would still see me as a loser freak boy.

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Michelle Malkin » The war on Thanksgiving

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Sigh.  [Shaking Head]  The world is definitely lost.  It’s inevitable.  It’s not a matter of “if”.  It’s a matter of how long until we’re all just gone.  The planet is going to purge itself of this pitiful excuse for a species; and it has nothing to do with environmentalism.

Print Story: Santas warned ‘ho ho ho’ offensive to women on Yahoo! News

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I was working at a doctor’s office yesterday.  One of the women commented that it was awful getting old and sick. We had a brief discussion about dying with dignity.  I know that I don’t want to lie in a bed sick and not knowing where I am.  I know that I don’t want kept alive.  If I am not having a quality of life, I want the choice to leave.  I’m not so attached to this life that I would have a problem with dying if my life is not of some quality. In fact, I’m not so attached to it even now.

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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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