Calendar dates
Posted by Belle | Filed under Amore & Vita, General
With the beginning of April comes the beginning of baseball season. That means that the Atlanta Braves head to L.A. to kick some Dodger ass. It’s the only time they’ll be in L.A all season. What’s funny is that the Braves weren’t the only thing that were supposed to be flying in to L.A. later this weekend. I was supposed to be on a flight heading that direction, too, albeit probably not the same one. My boss had apparently forgotten that my trip was cancelled and double-checked the dates with me, to which I got to reply that no, I’d be here each and every one of those days after all. I had planned on going out there for a whole week…three times as long as the Atlanta trip. D_T and I had big plans for next week. We were going to go see the Braves kick some ass, stroll along various boulevards seeing the sights, he was going to cook for me (even though he didn’t know it yet), and then then there would have been plenty of times when we never even made it outside the apartment. Then his boss decided to screw all those plans up. Now the Braves flying into town doesn’t mean anything else except the beginning of baseball season.
I know that I keep using my Web site power to write depressing blogs, lol. I had realized earlier this week that next week was supposed to be THE week. And I guess it’s just one of those days when I get philosophical, which with me has been happening a lot more as of late. Damnest thing. I just hadn’t realized the correlation between the Braves and me until today when I was looking at their schedule. Now there’s no trip in the works…not to say that there won’t be one. I think that when D_T first suggested me coming out there, he didn’t really think I would take him up on it. But then again, he never really thought that I would post on his blog either. I think he’s slowly discovering that he shouldn’t try to compare me to my predecessors because I’m definitely not them and I don’t intend to be. Now we just take each day at a time and see what we can maybe manage some day in the future. Fun times.
The keys to the Castle
Posted by Steve | Filed under Amore & Vita, General, Lust, Technology
There comes a point in every relationship where you begin to think this one may go the distance. He/she could be a keeper. When that time comes a man typically presents her with the “key to his castle”. Yes, you got it…her very own key to his apt/home. This is a huge step for us menfolk. It means we have to be absolutely sure she won’t let herself in at 1AM on a Tuesday only to find us boffing the waitress that served our dinner last weekend.
Well, this is 2006 and even internet relationships have their own equal. I believe I may have inadvertently crossed the demarcation when I gave Belle the ability to post her own blog entries here. When I did it I didn’t really think that she’d post since the last person that had such powers never did. Well, being the firebrand that she is Belle has already proven me wrong on that one. I guess it could get interesting if she ever posts when her monthly friend has come for a visit…hmmm….I better go check the calendar. 
To every girl…
Posted by Steve | Filed under Amore & Vita, General
- To every girl that dresses cute not skanky.
- To every girl who wants to be called beautiful, not hot.
- To every girl who wants him to call just saying “I was thinking about you” no matter what time it is.
- To every girl that will spend her whole day looking for the perfect birthday present for you.
- To every girl who gets her heart broken because he chose the whore instead.
- To every girl who is nice to everyone no matter who they are.
- To every girl that would die to have a decent boyfriend.
- To every girl that wont settle for the jerk.
- To every girl who would just like once to be treated like a princess.
- To every girl that cries at night because of another HEARTBREAK.
- To every girl that wont get down on her knees and open her mouth just to get a boyfriend.
- To every girl that just wants to holds hands.
- To every girl that kisses him with meaning.
- To every girl who just wishes he CARED.
- To every girl that just wants to cuddle.
- To every girl that just wants to sleep (no sex) with him.
- To every girl that is scared to put her heart out there again because she has been hurt so many times.
- To every girl who shows how much she cares and gets nothing back.
- To every girl that thought maybe this could be the one.
- To every girl that believes in her dreams.
- To every girl that would do anything so she could achieve them.
- To every girl that laughs at stupid stuff when she actually does think it is funny.
- To every girl who is just looking for that one and only and is having a rough time along the way.
- To every girl that has been cheated on because she’s not a skanky whore who gives it up to any guy.
- To every girl that doesnt want a guy who just plays with her emotions but actually CARES about how she feels.
- To every girl who wants words backed up with actions.
- To every girl that fell for all the lies only to find themselves alone in the end.
- To every girl that gave her heart away to have it shoved back in her face.
THIS ONE IS FOR YOU.
Wham Spam! Thank you, ma’am
Posted by Steve | Filed under General, Technology
My ISP email account has been overrun by spammers. I don’t use the account at all anymore so anything in there is spam or some fool that hasn’t talked me since Jesus died. I’m going to go the entire year without deleting anything just to see how high it gets. I’m at 561 messages year to date.
The little things
Posted by Belle | Filed under Amore & Vita, General
Last night, I had a momentary lapse in sanity and called D_T crying. He was patient although I know he really probably wishes that I would just move on with my life and quit letting little things get to me. It was a brief conversation because my momentary lapse in sanity also resulted in a momentary lapse in patience.
However, I ended up calling back and we talked for a while. He had made the comment once before that it would be nice if we could know which memories we will remember and make them last as long as possible. Last night, we were discussing various aspects of our Atlanta trip, and it’s amazing how even the little things like cuddling, splitting dessert, or even watching the end of a bad movie at 2 a.m. can leave a lasting impact and be something that you truly miss. I would have gladly given my favorite pair of shoes for him to have been there last night. )And yes, me offering up my shoes is a big thing). It’s the little things about a person that can leave more of a mark on you than a big romantic dinner with candlelight and roses. Stuff like that is just for show, but just being able to walk down the street holding hands….that’s a memory worth having.
Sleepin Single In a Double Bed
Posted by Steve | Filed under Amore & Vita, General
I’m W….and I’m a wimp. I admit this freely. I like to hug. I like to cuddle. I like to spoon. I want to be cared about. Most of all, I want to wake up next to the woman I slept with the night before. This explains why plain ole missionary is my favorite position. I want to look her in the eye and feel as much of her touching me as humanly possible. I have tried casual sex often and usually failed. With the exception of Roommate (who is an ex-gf of seven years) this has only occurred with a very few of my sexual liasons.
It didn’t happen with Match.com girl because our trysts were usually in the afternoons or early evenings. The other times were during the week when one of us had to get up at the buttcrack of dawn.
It never happened with Texas Flame for several reasons. First, she had a bed that wasn’t big enough for the both of us to be in comfortably unless we were on top of each other…my preferred position anyway. Second, I didn’t want her to hear me snoring like a freight train. Thirdly, and probably most importantly, our physical relationship was SUPPOSED TO BE casual sex and nothing else. We had a border that we agreed not to cross. A border which was my idea and construction. A border which I later demolished and plowed thru with an Abrams A1A tank.
It did happen with AOL girl, although she is probably the only girl since college that I never wanted a real relationship with. For once it was pure sex. We met once and that was that.
It certainly didn’t happen with Married Nympho Coworker, because she obviously had a husband to go home to. I never thought it possible to actually get tired of good sex but it is and I did.
Which brings me to Belle. Like all of the really good relationships I’ve had with women, Belle and I are friends first. She listens to me whine about things never to be with other girls and I listen to her pine over other men. Belle and I spent 2 and a half days sequestered in a hotel room. We didn’t cuddle as much as we both wanted, which I again blame on a need to cover up my snoring. However two mornings I got to wake up a bit early and just watch her sleep….a beautiful thing.
Southernness
Posted by Steve | Filed under General, Jokes
Southernness
Only a Southerner knows the difference between a hissie fit and a conniption fit, and that you don’t “HAVE” them, you “PITCH” them.
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Only a Southerner knows how many fish, collard greens, turnip greens, peas, beans, etc., make up “a mess.”
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Only a Southerner can show or point out to you the general direction of “yonder.”
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Only a Southerner knows exactly how long “directly” is, . as in: “Going to town, be back directly.”
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Even Southern babies know that “Gimme some sugar” is not a request for the white, granular sweet substance that sits in a pretty little bowl in the middle of the table.
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All Southerners know exactly when “by and by” is. They might not use the term, but they know the concept well.
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Only a Southerner knows instinctively that the best gesture of solace for a neighbor who’s got trouble is a plate of hot fried chicken and a big bowl of cold potato salad. If the neighbor’s trouble is a real crisis, they also know to add a large banana puddin!
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Only Southerners grow up knowing the difference between “right near” and “a right far piece.” They also know that “just down the road” can be 1 mile or 20.
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Only a Southerner, both knows and understands, the difference between a redneck, a good ol’ boy, and po’ white trash.
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No true Southerner would ever assume that the car with the flashing turn signal is actually going to make a turn.
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A Southerner knows that “fixin” can be used as a noun, a verb, or an adverb.
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Only Southerners make friends while standing in lines, … and when we’re “in line,” . we talk to everybody!
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Put 100 Southerners in a room and half of them will discover they’re related, even if only by marriage.
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In the South, y’all is singular, …. all y’all is plural.
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Southerners know grits come from corn and how to eat them.
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Every Southerner knows tomatoes with eggs, bacon, grits, and coffee are perfectly wonderful; that red eye gravy is also a breakfast food; and that fried green tomatoes are not a breakfast food.
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When you hear someone say, “Well, I caught myself lookin’,” you know you are in the presence of a genuine Southerner!
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Only true Southerners say “sweet tea” and “sweet milk.” Sweet tea indicates the need for sugar and lots of it — we do not like our tea unsweetened. “Sweet milk” means you don’t want buttermilk.
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And a true Southerner knows you don’t scream obscenities at little old ladies who drive 30 MPH on the freeway. You just say,”Bless her heart” … and go your own way.
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To those of you who are still a little embarrassed by your Southerness: Take two tent revivals and a dose of sausage gravy and call me in the morning. Bless your heart!
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And to those of you who are still having a hard time understanding all this Southern stuff, … bless your hearts, I hear they are fixin’ to have classes on Southernness as a second language!
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And for those that are not from the South but have lived here for a long time, all y’all need a sign to hang on y’alls front porch that reads “I ain’t from the South, but I got here as fast as I could.”
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Bless your hearts, … y’all have a blessed day.
