Some of those things include getting a driver’s liscense, drinking your first keg, or joining the Army. The one that I chose when it was my turn for manhood was what I thought the easiest. I got a subscription to Playboy.
Yes, on my 18th birthday, I mailed in that card with my brand new MasterCard Credit Card number on it. In six weeks the black plastic bag arrived in its shimmering glory… and my journey to manhood as approved by society had occurred. For a great number of years, I continued my subscription, mainly because I added it to my list of “MUST WRITE FOR” periodicals (that list has dwindled over the years, having formerly had TIME and Forbes on it, but Playboy remains) but then slowly my life changed, and my subscription expired.
After reading The Queen and her royal family: …in defense of my husband’s Playboy I have resolved to renew my subscription. Kudos to The Queen and her brood for reminding me of the joys of manhood.
Congratulations Guppyman!!!
Nycwatchdog74: No. I don’t fall for the “I’m dumber than I really am act.” anymore… you know your smart… I know your smart… so stop trying to play me Einstein
Nycwatchdog74: where’s your blog
Pudding: Quit it when i find it ill send it to u
Nycwatchdog74: did you post to it?
Pudding: see hold on i have to find it and see if i can post it give me a sec
Nycwatchdog74: That’s like 10 minutes
Nycwatchdog74: Do you write bad stuff about me?
Pudding: no i wrote small im knew to all this
Nycwatchdog74: ok
Pudding: mm i found it how do u read it
Nycwatchdog74: just wondering
Nycwatchdog74: go to AOL Journals
Nycwatchdog74: And look under your screenname
Pudding: not me silly u
Nycwatchdog74: you need to give me the link
Pudding: what link to what
Nycwatchdog74: the BLOG
Pudding: mmm id dont know how
Nycwatchdog74: copy the URL and send it over
Nycwatchdog74: don’t sweat it
Pudding: whats a url ?
Nycwatchdog74: I just wanted to know if you were writing bad stuff about me
Nycwatchdog74: A URL is the web address- i.e. http://www.970inya.com
Pudding: if u go to journals u can just put in my name
Nycwatchdog74: ok
Pudding: its Pudding
Nycwatchdog74: I know that silly
Pudding: so y asking
Nycwatchdog74: because I’d rather hear if your saying bad shit about me… from you
Nycwatchdog74: rather than read it
Nycwatchdog74: but if you decide to say bad shit
Nycwatchdog74: then I want to read what it says
Pudding: do u have one sicko
Nycwatchdog74: mmmmm
Nycwatchdog74: yes
Pudding: did u read it
Nycwatchdog74: no
Pudding: well y not dopey
Pudding: whats yours
Nycwatchdog74: because you said you didn’t say anything bad about me
Nycwatchdog74: mine’s a secret
Pudding: ur dead
Nycwatchdog74: lol
Nycwatchdog74: why am I dead???
Pudding: u better cough it up mister
Nycwatchdog74: stop
Pudding: i have the last Puppy (referring to our son, DJ)
Nycwatchdog74: OMG
Nycwatchdog74: you wouldn’t
Pudding: im waiting
Pudding: yeagh i have no scruples
Nycwatchdog74: I’m noticing
Nycwatchdog74: I’m also noticing
Pudding: im not ashamed
Nycwatchdog74: that your blog is kinda empty
Nycwatchdog74: and therefore
Nycwatchdog74: I feel jipped
Pudding: ok im knew
Nycwatchdog74: ok
Pudding: jerk
Nycwatchdog74: come back to me in a month’s time
Nycwatchdog74: and we’ll swap
Pudding: u got balls
Nycwatchdog74: yes
Nycwatchdog74: 2 in fact
Nycwatchdog74: contrary to popular belief
Pudding: i m not speaking to u
Right… I think I’ll stop myself before I have a repeat of the OTHER person I told about this blog. Not that it matters to me… but as she points out she does have my son in her possession… so I’d rather not take any chances.
The relationship I have with her I think is a relatively good one all things considered. There is still some pain over how our relationship ended… and we still get into arguments… but overall I don’t see it as a nasty one. There are kids involved… we have a son together and she has four other kids from a previous marriage… and together I call them my Wolves. I prefer having an amicable relationship with her as opposed to quarreling and intentionally being hurtful.
Of course… if she’s gonna say bad stuff about me that’s true, well that’s okay. I know I’m not perfect and I know that the relationship failure was on both ends… I don’t just blame her for it… I know I played (or more accurately failed to play) a role in it. However, if she’s gonna start talking some of her smack about stuff I didn’t do wrong… I’m gonna open up a can’o’flame on her little ass… hehehehehehehe…
“We’ve seen people turn down jobs because they have a fear of resigning,” said Weisenburgh. “We tell them that loyalty goes up from the worker to the company. It doesn’t often go down. A manager is there for the sake of the manager. An employee is there for the sake of the manager, too.”
While initially it has offended me, it has also given me cause to think. Now, as a manager, I prefer to think of myself as loyal to my employees provided they show the company and myself the same type of loyalty. Yet, at the same time, I have to keep in mind that I too have managers. While there is a lot of background information missing… let’s just say that while I’m currently not at my lowest point, I am back where I was 3 years ago. This after spending the two+ weeks in New Orleans and three+ weeks in Texas that were technically on their behalf. I suppose the question at this point becomes, how much longer will my loyalty be appreciated? Maybe it’s time to send out the resume’… but at the same time starting a new job is not on my list of favorite things to do.
The Steff started her new job yesterday. I called her at around 9:00ish to see if she wanted to go for coffee, but she was working. She said she was going to call me when she got out… but this is The Steff who you’ll learn will never call when she says she will, and never be where she says she’s going to be. So at midnight, with no call, I sent her a text message in case she wanted a wake-up call this morning. The reality that I’ve lost my coffee buddy hit me pretty damn hard to be honest. Yet, in a way, now I can dedicate some time at night to my writing and not be able to use her as an excuse. Of course… she woke me up at 1:00am after getting my message. I don’t remember much of the conversation… only that she has to be in work at 1:30 this afternoon so I THINK I’m calling her at noon.
On a good note, I got my query letter from Scrye this week. I hadn’t heard from them since October, and unfortunately I had been in Texas when the deadline came and went. So I guess I’m still on their list for freelancing… which is always a good thing. Unfortunately, it isn’t the same editor. Apparently Joyce Greenhold (the editor) farmed out the work to the Associate. The editor I had before Joyce was Jason Winter, and I think he was the one I most connected with even though we only spoke over e-mail. The new guy is James Mishler, so we’ll see what develops.
A girl asked her guy if he thought she was pretty. He said…”No”.
She asked him if he would want to be with her forever.! .. and he said “No”. She
then asked him if she were to leave would he cry, and once again he replied with
a resounding “No”.
She had heard enough. As she walked away, tears
streaming down her face the boy grabbed her arm and said…”You’re not pretty…
you’re beautiful. I don’t want to be with you forever… I NEED to be with you
forever. I wouldn’t cry if you walked away..I’d DIE…”
Yes, it is true. There are times I can be a total emotional mush no matter how macho my manhood tells me to be. Today has just been one of those days where I’ve been tortured psychologically, beat emotionally, and am exhausted physically.
So, when I saw this, I sighed a deep sigh. Of course… the loneliness creeped in. Yet, I think I’ve done pretty well in fighting it off thus far this year, and hope to keep that going. I’m gonna go to DnD, get me some ice coffee, and hopefully… and I stress HOPEFULLY… work on one of my writing projects.
I did forward it to a few friends… so maybe my wish will be granted. Well… that and once I get that check from Microsoft for forwarding that e-mail then I can finally take a decent vacation to somewhere exotic… like where the forest fires are or something.
