This morning Ceshia said she liked my shoes, which prompted a look from Hank and his comment that he liked my feet. Huh.
via reflection in the Jeep
I’m taking the day off. Not just work, but you too.
It’s time to disconnect again. If you calls or emails go unanswered until Sunday, it’s nothing personal.
Tá mé tuirseach.
In an act of utter rebellion this morning I refused to make my bed.
Sure, I miss having arms wrap around me when I roll over in the night, and having a place where I can be vulnerable and true. Of course I dream of someone who knows to rub my belly when it hurts, scratch my back until I fall asleep and draw me a bath when I’ve had a brutal day. Absolutely, I long for the connection there will never be words for - for boundless laughter and shared memories of daring adventures. Fantasy land. The pain is random and never lasts too long. After a good sleep and a day of work I’ll be sufficiently distracted and will likely nearly have forgotten the ache.
I think too much.
Was it him, or the idea of him? The lines are infinitely blurred.
Original post removed (I have a copy in case anyone wonders what the hell I’m babbling about in my prior post) and a very nice explanation / apology has been posted.
No sweat, Chuck. It takes a big man to do what you’ve done in attempt to make it right. I’m impressed, thank you. All is forgiven…ride on.
http://coloradocyclist.blogspot.com/
One of the great things about Blogging is that anyone can do it. Even idiots.
Take this guy for example. We’ll call him “Chuck D” because, well; that’s what he calls himself. I was tempted to omit his URL because frankly he doesn’t deserve the attention he’s trying to claim, but seeing as he’s only had one person follow a link from his site to mine, I figure he needs the traffic. Oh, and that one hit was from someone working at an Office Max in Ohio. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. The other person he’s talking about is Jason, a link to whom exists under “Friends” in my nav bar, though the link name changes daily. Likewise, mine on his changes daily. It’s crazy that way. I know it’s hard to keep up, so if you need to stop and ask for directions, it’s ok. I also recommend the buddy system, the Internet can big a big, scary place.
Also, thanks Chuck. Some days I’m completely at a loss for something to ramble about. You’ve inspired me.
So here’s the thing. We all know Lou Reed but few of us remember this line from one of my favorite songs: “don’t believe half of what you read and none of what you hear.” I’d also like to restate a quote I have posted somewhere in “Best Of” that goes like this: “Arguing on-line is like being in the Special Olympics, even if you win, you’re still retarded.”
That said, following are some errors in research on behalf of the aforementioned blogger. Note this is not flaming, merely correcting - but only his facts and not his spelling, grammar or typing errors:
The Title : “Sagers Secret Admirer”
Huh? Secret? Admirer? Um…fact check on aisle 1 please…and grab a dictionary while you’re at it.
“She just glommed onto his site and sends him messages and thoughts, talk about random people doing randow stuff”
Really? Is that how it is? I send him stuff? (see also: doing your research as well as my later entry regarding English Lit). As for the random (that’s the word you were trying for, right hon?) stuff, was your first clue my post from yesterday that said “I know, this weekend has been a string of random crap posts. Hell, this entire blog is a string of random crap posts.”? I hope you don’t have an office job where your talents are wasted. You should really consider a career as a detective.
“Strange chick.”
How very profound and insightful. Did you come up with that all by yourself or did your Mommy help you?
“Looks like she to likes confessions and rants.”
He should know because according to my logs, he’s read most of my site. Comes back daily, in fact, and even stole a post to claim for his very own. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, my darling Chuckie. Thank you.
“I wish I could be that stupid and get away with it and have an Audi, seems like that’s all the trust funders drive down there. I cannot wait until the little pukes have to get real jobs and report to people like me so I can abuse them worse than they abused themselves in “college”.’
That’s just hate. Ripping on a totally harmless kid. So his parents bought him a nice car. Jealous much? I certinaly hope that no one is so interested in Chuckie that they go to the trouble of locating his employer in order to apprise them of his potential bias and hostility. I’d hate to find out that his employees who come from middle-class famlies are being discriminated against. Therapy topic suggestion: you may have been weaned from the tit too soon.
“Sager races bikes for Hotel San Jose / Cannondale and schooled down in Durango at fruit loops college, home of the laziest bunch of cyclists in the nation, all those screwballs do is talk trash and somehow win races every now and then.”
I guess he knows this because he kicks Jason’s ass on a regular basis. What? He doesn’t? Oh. Ok. Now facts (via Codie): Jason just started on HSJ, true. Jason was schooled in LA, at LSU and just “stayed” in DGO for a couple months this past fall.
“I guess they don’t teach english lit down there.”
Hm. In yet another post he has “alot” instead of a lot. Tsk tsk. Casting the first stone is dangerous stuff.
I’m glad I have a big, forgiving heart and that my parents taught me to be nice to the kids with special needs. Kissy boo!
I know, this weekend has been a string of random crap posts. Hell, this entire blog is a string of random crap posts. This one is no different.
I don’t know how I feel about this. What I do know is someone is probably going to make an assload of money off of the idea and retire fat and happy. God Bless America.
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