depotguy's Blog - page 16

It seems god is in the details. I was beat out in the Pina Colada contest by a friend using toasted fresh coconut shavings as a garnish. That is SO gay. They were tasty though. It was a fun party on a cold ass night.

I am trying out a new dietary supplement. Hemp hearts. Big doses of all the omegas. I'll let you know how it goes.

I have been enjoying tight's childhood episodes. I'm sure I took my parents to the brink of heart attack weekly. As I've said before I've broken 18 bones (by the age 36) mostly big breaks, none of the wimpy toe or finger breaks for me!

My cousin and I routinely tried to kill one another. We sound like junior psycopaths but we ended up all right. Ahhh the carefree days of childhood.

So to celebrate the last weekend with minus 40 windchills my friends and I are having a Pina Colada contest tomorrow night. I have purchased all of the possible ingredients and am going to dedicate my evening to the pursuit.
Any tip(sters) out there?

Where's that Rican chick when you need her?

A straight co-worker walked up to me today and out of the clear blue sky asked me if I ever thought about him when I wank.
Looking into his astonishing blue eyes I changed the subject.
He was totally serious. I flirt with him and joke around but what do guys think? He is a very attractive guy but I have NEVER had a sexual thought about him.


Men...

So as many of you know I have a college student living with me this year. It's nice to have someone else around, but damn, the boy eats like a horse. I don't ever remember eating anywhere near that much. But then I didn't work out 2 hours a day and play basketball all day.
So yesterday he's storming around in a snitty fury because he's lost some of his winter camping gear and his hunting pants and it's all an uproar. He's sure someone stole some of it and he's calling his mom and causing havoc cause he can't find this stuff. Finally he asks me if I've seen this mysterious box.
Of course I say "it's right at the bottom of the basement stairs, where you walk past it every day."
I made him call his mom and tell her his "other" mom knew where it was.

Kids....

some of that football thingy.

I liked the team in the white blouses. That dark blue team....they won too much already. When it was in the third term I left the party and now I'm going to bed.

I couldn't understand why that dark blue team didn't try to kick it through the H when they had a chance. That guy that kicks had kicked longer kicks than that.

I liked the commercials.

I can see why there are people that cannot feel the same as I on the issue of forgiveness.

In the big picture, I have a choice to no longer be a victim. When I let someone else's illness affect my thoughts and my intentions they have continued to win. And every day I dwell in hatred their victory is larger.

When I can look at someone who hurt me and say "I do not have the ability to comprehend the sickness in your heart" I am saying I am different than they are. If I live my days filled with hatred and rage they have infected me. I choose to cast that off. I can see how it was satisfying for a time, but I have to grow to a higher purpose.

This is how I have to live, to give the days that I have left honor. To remember those taken from me in a way that gives their lives purpose. They did not live for nothing. My mom would not be happier knowing I filled my heart with hatred for the men who killed her. I did....for years....and all it did was take from the quality of life that she worked so hard to give me!

We are all different. I respect your right to be wrong. (HA)
Going back to the farm (maybe I have too much time to think there)OOOOhhhh I baked cookies....

Forgiveness is a gift we give ourselves. When I forgive someone I am freeing myself from the power their actions had over my life.

Way too often we look at this from the opposite perspective and we think we are letting someone get away with something. They will have to take that up with a power far greater than our hatred.

I am glad I have learned this lesson in time to enjoy it.


Next lesson?

Have several showings of the house today!!!

Heading to the farm.

It always feels strange to leave your house exposed to strangers who want to look in your closets and sniff your panties.

Well they could you know.

If you are really old (like me) you may remember the song "ode to billie joe"

Here's the memory part. My mom took me to the movie (based on the song) when I was 14. The movies "shocking" story line was about a young man who has drunken sex with another man and kills himself.

Obviously my mom knew more about me than I did. This was the only movie we ever saw together (in a theater). So what was she trying to tell me? NOT to have drunken sex and kill myself.

I guess I'm writing about this because i only remembered it after hearing the song last week. I haven't thought about this for 30 years. It must of really bothered me

May my friend MD find all he may require.

It is out there!

Happy Birthday