Well, she has finally made it back home. It seems her trip was productive with plenty of soul searching and a resolution to proceed with her life despite some disappointments and revelations about a relationship that in the beginning I honestly was hoping would work out… that is until I heard the hurt and disappointment in her voice as she related the post to me. I may be hard of hearing and not as empathic as Lorne, but I can still pick up the emotions underneath no matter how hard consciously or unconsciously you try to hide them.

I hope things work out for her, she is a sweet, beautiful, sexy woman and quite a catch.

And you’re welcome, it was a pleasure and an honor.

Now I don’t know why this particular songs has been running through me head the last two days. I guess it is a message to me or one or more of my readers…

Time Passages
Al Stewart

It was late in December, the sky turned to snow
All round the day was going down slow
Night like a river beginning to flow
I felt the beat of my mind go
Drifting into time passages
Years go falling in the fading light
Time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight

Well I’m not the kind to live in the past
The years run too short and the days too fast
The things you lean on are the things that don’t last
Well it’s just now and then my line gets cast into these
Time passages
There’s something back here that you left behind
Oh time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight

Hear the echoes and feel yourself starting to turn
Don’t know why you should feel
That there’s something to learn
It’s just a game that you play

Well the picture is changing
Now you’re part of a crowd
They’re laughing at something
And the music’s loud
A girl comes towards you
You once used to know
You reach out your hand
But you’re all alone, in these
Time passages
I know you’re in there, you’re just out of sight
Time passages
Buy me a ticket on the last train home tonight.

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Under the “You don’t see that everyday” category…
I was walking across the campus this morning and happened to spot a bird chasing a squirrel across the lawn and up a tree. I mean the bird was actually pecking at the squirrel’s tail as the bird was flying. To go totally bizarre, I saw two more birds chasing another squirrel not two minutes later. And both of them were really going at the squirrel.

It is not like there is a shortage of trees here. There must be a range war going on between squirrels and birds.

On a different topic…
Do you ever wonder just what that part of your brain that controls your hormones is thinking sometimes? I get the impression that there is just a little guy up there in the hormone control room that has nothing better to do than play with a Magic 8 Ball and flick some hormone switches.

I was at a restaurant with a group of friends waiting for my food to arrive when in walks this group of four people.. a young man, a woman who was obviously his date, a young girl, and a mature blond woman who was obviously the mother of the young girl and either the mother of the young man or his date. They were led to a booth not far from where my group was sitting. I was carrying on a conversation when I looked over to the booth and right into the mature woman’s eyes. In a flash, all of the fantasies I had in adolescence about mature women just rushed into my brain. (Now I call this woman mature though she probably wasn’t more than five years older than me.) Here I am having fantasies of a woman as if I were some sex starved teenager! The mature part of me is telling me to look away, you don’t need that…. the teenager part is going oh yeah baby let’s get it on with her bad self. And to make it worse, she smiled and did the seductive lip licking thing.

Teenage self: She wants me man. Let’s get Mr. Twinky awake so he’ll be ready to rumble.
Mature self: No, No! Not that! Stop it now! That is not appro…. oh crap! Now look at what you did!
Teenage self: Yeah, ain’t Mr. Twinky impressive tonight!
Mature self: Oh for crying out loud. BEHAVE!

Needless to say, the dinner did not go well. My teenage self kept glancing at the mature (hot) blond and she kept giving me that seductive smile. It wasn’t until baseball started on the TV above the booth that my mature self was finally able to take over and calm down the situation. Being I am such a slow eater, the mature blond and her entourage left before my group did. I finished and my group leaves to pay the bill. I am the last in line to pay my bill and when I get to the cashier I am given a note that I was told was left for me by the mature blond. You guessed it… name, number, and even a time to call her.

I’m gonna have to have a really long talk with that little guy in the hormone control center and that durn teenager self that I could have sworn I got rid of when I turned 21.

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Was just reminiscing about my old college days (many, many years ago), and up pops this poem and the vision of a young raven hair princess named Donna that I fell head-over-heals in love with only to lose her through a cruel series of circumstances that were beyond the control of either of us. She loved dragons, and I made her a series of drawings depicting Chinese dragons that I was never able to give to her. The following poem by Lord Byron was the one I was going to recite to her the night she told me she had to leave for home. Things happened and we never quite had the chance to say goodbye. So where ever you are Donna, this poem is still for you.

She Walks in Beauty
by Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft. so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.

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Let’s start out the day with a birthday and a song. Today is Stevie Wonders 53rd birthday, and in honor of his birthday is a song of his that I send out to all the women in my life (yes, that means you too)….

You Are The Sunshine Of My Life

You are the sunshine of my life
That’s why I’ll always stay around
You are the apple of my eye
Forever you’ll stay in my heart

You are the sunshine of my life
That’s why I’ll always stay around
You are the apple of my eye
Forever you’ll stay in my heart

Now the question….
Why do guys have to email the ladies first?
Every guy I know who converses with a woman by email, be it girlfriend, wife, friend, lover, or bosom buddy (not counting professional and spam email), the male has to send the first message of the day or of the week or whatever time period. Is there some unwritten code of the Internet that states men always have to make the first move, just like with phone calls? What are the shy guys to do?

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You never appreciate your friends until you don’t hear from them, especially when the email frequency drops off sharply. Not that there is no reason for it, everyone I know is really bogged down in some serious piles of work, as well as I. Fortunately I can goof off during breaks or when waiting for programs to finish running.
Oh God! I am a pathetic loser (no comments from the back). I guess I could work on expanding my mind or just go outside (can someone put that really bright light in the sky on dim).

Uh-oh! I’ve grown into the chair. Help!

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Ever do something for or say something to a friend that needed to be done or said but regret it later? The kind of thing where you are concerned about someone’s well being and you don’t want to hurt the person or get them angry with you but If you don’t do or say something this person could be headed for a big fall. I think of myself as a nice, quiet person who doesn’t interfere with other people’s lives if I can help it. Everyone has to make their own mistakes. It is just that sometimes you can see the fall before the other person like watching a car heading for a deep pot hole filled with water.

Then you start to regret that you said or did what you did because you are afraid that you may have hurt this person or lost the friendship with this person forever. I really value my friends and will do anything for them that I can. Sometimes it includes things that they will not like.

Is it worth losing a friendship if the person is lost? We all have to face this decision sometime in our lives. I’d rather lose the friendship knowing that the person I love is still there and safe, maybe the person will be friends with me again.

I sincerely hope that my friends will do the same for me.

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Good news to the love-lorn. Seems that there is evidence to support the idea of soul mates. But here’s the catch, it may only be in your mind. According to research at State University of New York at Buffalo, even if there is no such thing as a perfect soul mate, we can always convince our selves that we have found it in our significant others. I personally believe you can have a soul mate, even more than one. I also believe that your soul mate may not be the one you would or should spend the rest of your life with. You can read more about it at What’s New on Netscape.

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I’m eating cherries,
with my friend Sherry,
while we are sitting on a hill.
I came over,
with a three leaf clover,
as she was making out with Bill…

Where the heck-n-hoo did that come from? Amazing what goes through you mind as it is wandering aimlessly down the corridors of the maze we call the office. Sometimes my mind scares me.

At last! Now I know why all those gorgeous women are always giving me the seductive glances and the come-hither looks ever since I got married. Why Women Enjoy Sex With Married Men is an article at AskMen.com that explains why women seem attracted to married men, even men they would not normally associate with if the guy was not married. It’s freaky, and it gets us married guys in a whole heap of trouble even when we are innocent and faithful. Man, my wife fumes when she sees these women come on to me, and she always blames ME (in a joking manner).

Has there been any articles on men’s attraction to divorcés? That’s how I met my wife.

Thanks for FARK and AskMen.com for the link to the article.

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Inane quote of the day…. “A nickel ain’t worth a dime anymore.”–Yogi Berra

This should prepare you for what will be another mind-numbing, soul-destroying speech by President Bushie. You can always depend of him to slaughter the English language.

And for those of you guys out there who still think tickets for two to the Naked Women Mud Wrestling Championship is a great gift to your gal for Valentine’s Day, check out this list of don’ts. By the way, Valentine’s Day is only 17 days away. Start shopping now if you haven’t already.!

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