Rapier's Wit

That's quite a lofty concept. If only it were true. Love is not blind, either. Love in its purest form works. Much like communism in it's purest (totally unattainable) form would have been ideal. But you see where pursuit of that particular brand of nirvana went. Here's a question for all the single, married or otherwise involved/uninvolved people out there: If you were pursuing someone who you knew to be forthright, compassionate, trustworthy, honest, hard working, humorous, intelligent -- all the qualities that make up a genuine human being -- Would that be adequate to sustain the relationship? Would their company, intellectual stimulation be enough? Would that satisfy your deepest needs. Or, would the relationship be doomed; lack viability if sex wasn't an integral part of the union? Think about it a few minutes. Enjoy the music while you ponder this weighty topic: Jeopardy Theme - Jeopardy Time is up. What is your first instinct answer? Here's what I'm thin...

I've never played poker. In general, outside of go-fish, crazy 8s or war , I haven't a clue about card games. With that in mind, I wouldn't know a good hand if it was nestled in my sweet hands. I'm a terrible liar; therefore, my poker face is nonexistent. You got to know when to hold em, know when to fold em, Know when to walk away and know when to run. You never count your money when youre sittin at the table. There'll be time enough for countin when the dealins done Last night it came to me that a recent event in my life took me down a road of poker metaphors. I think talking about Las Vegas with my Mom put me on this course. At the time this all came to me I was trying to fall asleep. I've been wearing a pretty intense poker face for months. I don't know how I've managed to keep a straight face, but I had been riding it out like a World Series of Poker Champ. As a result, I've maintained a firm grip (oddly) on living a fantasy, of sorts. I knew ...

One day maybe it'll be fulfilled. Thanks for understanding. Thank you for the compassion. Thank you if you actually visit this little blog of mine.

This is just too juicy not to share. I didn't check snopes.com for validity. It'd ruin the fun. I'm grateful my son wasn't around to hear my reaction when I opened these photos sent to me via email. R-I-D-I-C-U-L-O-U-S! I didn't say ridiculous, but a word within the word ridiculous was muttered along with some other colorful words. Something else I would like to say to this doofus: Give your lay-dee the courtesy of being clean shaven. Take a look at her chest and thighs. This is a good place for Neet! Veet! Nads! Hell, Lady Gillette, even. This is proof that some people never learn when to say when. Enough is enough. JEEZ!

... actually, there was dry ice in the house. Complements of NutriSystem. It's not often that I end up in an elite or select few who is chosen to participate in something fantabulous. Granted, I would have much rather won tickets to see George Michael in concert. Or, handed a gazillian free flyer miles so I could join my Stuck in the 80s pals in Vegas. That being said, I am not complaining that I'm part of the 1,000 folks who'll be taste testing a new entree format for the diet gurus of NutriSystem. Cool, huh? Fourteen freebie frozen food entrees. Fabulous! At least I hope they are fabulous. I have to hope my keen taste buds are up to the challenge. The future of dieting is at the mercy of my tongue! Perhaps not that dramatic, but ain't it cool? I was informed that I'd receive an email telling me when my food would be shipped. Since it was frozen and packed in dry ice (hence why we had dry ice in the house), I would need to be home to get it out of the packaging and...

This blog was in dire need of some levity. Discuss. Talk amongst yourselves. This discovery is from flickr.com. What provoked me to image Google apple bottoms ? The fact that I was told by a completely hetero female yesterday that I had a great @ss. Whoa! Whodathunkit? I knew I had a some junk in the trunk; bodunkadunk action, I never considered it to be great. So, while I take a big ol' bite out of that slice of flattery, you enjoy the photo.

[l to r: Man-cub, Me, feet walking behind the banner: Kris & Alisa, Justin (holding the banner), Maureen and Michael] " When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high. And don't be afraid of the dark." It seems that whenever I encounter a difficult time in my life I turn to the wise words of Rogers and Hammerstein . In the musical Carousel, Aunt Nettie sings this to Julie after her beloved dies. Billy Bigelow was not a sainted man. He had many flaws, but one thing was made abundantly clear: He loved his family. No truer words could be said about the father of my nephews. He was not perfect. He made errors. He loved, admired and bragged about his boys whenever given the opportunity. They are fabulous young men. My sister's influence is ever present. I adore them as if they were my own children. Funny. Quirky. Intelligent. Awesome. " At the end of the storm is a golden sky. And the sweet silver song of a lark." I have to remind myself of those wor...