WHAT'S WRONG?
I dedicate this blog to things which are wrong, lacking, or bugging me this week because now seems as good a time as any. I would apologize for the length, but this is my journal, afterall.

Eistein is oft quoted as predicting "If bees disappear off the face of the earth, man would have no more than four years to live." While it's questionable whether Einstein really said it, it's still alarming that they're dying in such numbers and that scientists cannot yet pinpoint why. The flowering bushes out in my garden used to be a like Lollapalooza for honeybees. Now it's frequented by only a few. I noticed the same thing at my parent's place. "No more bees, no more pollination...no more men!"
I'm a finishing school failure:



How could I have gone this long without getting this sort of stuff right?!!
I suck at the internets....majorly.
In light of the Lux's passing, it became evident to me the depth and breadth of this suckage. I'm not so sure that I'm all that cut out for social networking sites. It's too easy to hurt people by not being available enough, while at the same time too easy to irritate others by being too attentive and friendly-like. I find myself guilty of both sorts of transgressions, not so much in real life, but definitely online. Wish I were better at it. Wish I were cooler and a bit more detached from it all. Wish I were cool like Fonzie.
Why is it that some choose not to take your hand when it's offered...yet grasp hard for it as you walk away? I'm having that sort of situation with my beloved Mr. Creepers whom I mentioned oh so many blogs ago and it's bumming me out. Ever adore someone to pieces who subtley cuts you into pieces? You have?...........RUNAWAY!! Made the mistake of letting the friendship begin again (yes, just friends)and again I'm feeling badly about myself. Think I'll have to take my own advice (always a choker.) It's hard though, because Creepers is just so damned funny!! I think that's the hold he has on me, his humor. Perhaps it's a little of the same for him. Ohhhh, he's a good guy.....it's just....it's just........over. We're toast. Toast which was once delicious and crispy which is now cold and soggy and should be tossed.
me, being a bit of the wallow, wallow, wallower
I'm still a bit blue about the death of my close friend. I've tried to distract myself or push it aside, but it lingers. (Not to sound tragic.) He was a boy/man who, in the words of Colin Farrell, "Loved me...just as I am." Which meant he was a very odd, rare and now extinct bird. That's not an easy loss for anyone.....to lose someone whom you once loved, who also loved you back!! Who may have even loved you first. Heh heh. I hated seeing him suffer and miss him. I hate knowing that his kids are missing out on such a great dad. Sigh.
***Good news is I am pretty sure I'll be taking my grand vacation and am in the midst of figuring dates. I need a little change of scene to shake out the cobwebs. A safari looks pretty darned appealing. Sorry for kvetching, guys. I feel better now.*
I dedicate this blog to things which are wrong, lacking, or bugging me this week because now seems as good a time as any. I would apologize for the length, but this is my journal, afterall.

Eistein is oft quoted as predicting "If bees disappear off the face of the earth, man would have no more than four years to live." While it's questionable whether Einstein really said it, it's still alarming that they're dying in such numbers and that scientists cannot yet pinpoint why. The flowering bushes out in my garden used to be a like Lollapalooza for honeybees. Now it's frequented by only a few. I noticed the same thing at my parent's place. "No more bees, no more pollination...no more men!"
I'm a finishing school failure:



How could I have gone this long without getting this sort of stuff right?!!
I suck at the internets....majorly.
In light of the Lux's passing, it became evident to me the depth and breadth of this suckage. I'm not so sure that I'm all that cut out for social networking sites. It's too easy to hurt people by not being available enough, while at the same time too easy to irritate others by being too attentive and friendly-like. I find myself guilty of both sorts of transgressions, not so much in real life, but definitely online. Wish I were better at it. Wish I were cooler and a bit more detached from it all. Wish I were cool like Fonzie.

Why is it that some choose not to take your hand when it's offered...yet grasp hard for it as you walk away? I'm having that sort of situation with my beloved Mr. Creepers whom I mentioned oh so many blogs ago and it's bumming me out. Ever adore someone to pieces who subtley cuts you into pieces? You have?...........RUNAWAY!! Made the mistake of letting the friendship begin again (yes, just friends)and again I'm feeling badly about myself. Think I'll have to take my own advice (always a choker.) It's hard though, because Creepers is just so damned funny!! I think that's the hold he has on me, his humor. Perhaps it's a little of the same for him. Ohhhh, he's a good guy.....it's just....it's just........over. We're toast. Toast which was once delicious and crispy which is now cold and soggy and should be tossed.

me, being a bit of the wallow, wallow, wallower
I'm still a bit blue about the death of my close friend. I've tried to distract myself or push it aside, but it lingers. (Not to sound tragic.) He was a boy/man who, in the words of Colin Farrell, "Loved me...just as I am." Which meant he was a very odd, rare and now extinct bird. That's not an easy loss for anyone.....to lose someone whom you once loved, who also loved you back!! Who may have even loved you first. Heh heh. I hated seeing him suffer and miss him. I hate knowing that his kids are missing out on such a great dad. Sigh.
***Good news is I am pretty sure I'll be taking my grand vacation and am in the midst of figuring dates. I need a little change of scene to shake out the cobwebs. A safari looks pretty darned appealing. Sorry for kvetching, guys. I feel better now.*
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