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Morning Thoughts

[Listening to: Bellavia – Chuck Mangione – Greatest Hits (06:30)]

Screech woke me up at 4:30 am to eat today. He’s cute but he can be so demanding.

Has anyone been watching the Repugnantcan National Convention? I have no desire to see people further praise GWB. It just turns my stomach to no end.

Andymatic posted a quote from Garrison Keillor about the ineptitude of the Bush administration. Clearer, more precise words have never been spoken. I’ve always admired the man, and am glad to see that he is thinking as clearly as we all should be about this subject.

However, I have to take issue with the protesters in NYC. Not all of them, mind you. Just these nasty scudzy types that make us all look like nasty, scudzy types. The types that protest everything for the sake of protesting. Maybe I’m being elitist here, but why can’t protesters shower? Or at least wash their hair? The fact that they look like street urchins makes it hard to take them seriously, which, in turn, makes it hard to take those of us seriously who actually do share their viewpoints, but just don’t have the cojones to actually protest about it.

So am I protesting the protesters, or am I protesting the lack of protesting by the people who actually do represent me?

Or am I just rambling on at 5:00 in the morning, wishing I was still asleep?

Yeah. I am going to sleep for a couple more hours.

More later. Maybe.

I think I'm in love.

I have a confession.

I think I’m in love.

The first time I saw this person, I was overcome. The beauty that was in front of me was stunning. I couldn’t control myself. I was reduced to putty.

The first time I held this person, I cried. Honestly. I don’t know what came over me. The feeling of love I had was overwhelming. It was like nothing I had felt before.

My new love has never spoken a word to me. There is no need. Yet I have sung songs to her in return.

I will shower her with affection and gifts, and expect nothing in return. She deserves it.

The bond between us is quite deep. And I’ve only known her for two months.

Yes, this person is a girl. But she’s not just any girl. She’s the most beautiful girl in the world.

My new love’s name is Taylor Madeline. She was born on June 27, 2004.

She is my baby cousin. She was christened today. And I am madly in love with her.

Do you blame me?


Taylor Madeline, my baby Cousin.


The day I met Taylor, July 4, 2004.

Injustice Served?

Headline today:

“Paul Hamm Asked to Give Up Gold Medal”

“…World gymnastics officials asked Paul Hamm to give up his gold medal as the ultimate show of sportsmanship, but the U.S. Olympic Committee told them to take responsibility for their own mistakes and refused even to deliver the request.

In a dispute over scores that has turned into a political squabble, the head of the International Gymnastics Federation suggested in a letter to Hamm that giving the all-around gold medal to South Korea’s Yang Tae-young “would be recognized as the ultimate demonstration of fair play by the whole world…”

Oh Puhleeze.

I am so sick and tired of everyone trying to change the rules to get their own way.

We live in a world of whiners. We whine if we don’t get our way. Then when we do get our way, we whine because it wasn’t good enough. Then we whine because someone else got a better deal than we got. Then when we get the better deal, we whine because we’re still not happy.

Nothing is set in stone anymore. You can contest anything these days. There is always room for an appeal. A chance to knock someone of their pedestal so we can stand on it for a while.

I think it’s disgusting. If you’re playing football, and you score a touchdown, it can be reversed because of the video replay rule. If you’re injured in an accident, and the jury ruled in your favor, the other guy can appeal that ruling and you could even get blamed for it. If you’re running for president and the elections aren’t going in your favor, you can contest them and recount them until they hand it to you anyway. It’s getting so that there is no justice in this world at all.

I’m all for being fair. But there needs to be a boundary where we say, “What’s fair is fair. What’s excessive is not. Know the difference.”

Paul Hamm won the gold medal. A mistake in judging should not even be considered. The judgments were made. The scores were recorded. The medals were awarded. There should be no turning back. Ever. If we change the rules so that judging can be re-judged, then what is the point of having judging at all?

I'm a Sex Bomb!

I just took this quiz (thanks to Hot Toddy for the link).

It appears that I am a SEX BOMB.

Appointments may be made by contacting my answering service.

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eXpressive: 6/10
Practical: 5/10
Physical: 6/10
Giver: 8/10

You are a XSYG–Expressive Sentimental Physical Giver. This makes you a Sex Bomb.

You are sexy sex sex sex! The sexness! You are the sexiest, hottest and most charismatic of all types. You are a captivating speaker and a great dinner date — relaxed, self-effacing, charming and generous. Your type probably has origins in something sad — trying to keep the peace in a tough family situation, or an early heartbreak — and you’ll probably want to address and resolve that at some point, but in your relationships that heartache is pure gold!

You lie effortlessly — not necessarily a bad thing. You can have problems with fidelity. You need frequent praise and validation, and in seeking it you can make decisions that aren’t consistent with your general good judgment. In other words, don’t cheat on your significant other just because someone is paying attention to you.

You strongly dislike conflict, and will avoid it. Like an XPYG, you give so much of yourself to your partner that you feel dismissed and unappreciated if you don’t get the same in return. But you internalize your feelings more and have a hard time getting over them. You don’t *want* to cheat — you just keep finding yourself in vulnerable situations. But you’ll stay with your partner in the long run from guilt and a desire to please.

Your sex life will always be hot. You are one of the rare people who can keep the fires of passion going forever — if you find a good match. Find another XSYG and you will never need (or want) anyone else again.

Of the 8066 people who have taken this quiz, 10.4 % are this type.

People-pleaser View Relationship Key

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Do I agree with this? In some ways, maybe. In other ways, no. But it is nice to know I’m not a stick in the mud or anything. These things are silly anyway.